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I was in Amsterdam a few days ago. It was a cold, rainy winter day, so, I decided the best place to spend the afternoon would be the baths. Amsterdam has one of the best bathhouses I've ever visited, Club NZ. I wandered in there about 3:00 PM. As I expected, the bathhouse was quite full of naked guys. I had douched my ass and showered before leaving my hotel, so I quickly took my clothes off and took a quick lap around the bathhouse to see who was around. It was filled with the usual mix of all ages, sizes and nationalities. I hit the glory hole area and knelt behind one of the holes. A few dicks wandered by and which gave me a taste of several dicks. Getting somewhat bored with sucking dick, I wandered around until I came across the sling room, which was a very small, dark room with two slings hanging side by side. There was a lube dispenser on the wall, so I lubed up my ass and climbed into the sling closest to the door, laying there for several minutes before the first guy entered the room. Although the room was quite dark, I sensed he was Dutch, and I could see he was a tall, and slender, with a smooth, muscular build. He felt-up my hole, quickly pulled his towel off and draped it over his shoulders as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against my hole, stroking himself to get hard. Once he was erect, he slipped his cock up into my ass, vigorously pumping his long, thick, Dutch dick into my hole. I took a couple of deep hits of my poppers, which was a good move as the harder his dick got, the harder he slammed into me. The slapping sound of his cock against my ass must have drawn in some other guys, because before I knew it there were three other men standing about, each stroking his cock as each watched the Dutch guy pound my hole, however, after about four or five minutes, the Dutch guy withdrew from my ass - without having cum. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long as a tall, heavy set black guy stepped up to my hole and in one swift thrust, slammed his BBC up into me. His cock was probably eight inches in length and was very thick. I had to take some more huffs of poppers to relax myself to accommodate his cock. Grasping my waist, he furiously pounded me for five minutes or so before he growled, unloading his seed into my ass. As soon as he pulled out another guy stepped up to take his place. This latest man looked to be Middle Eastern, and had a thick, black mustache. Around six feet tall, his build was slender but nicely defined, and his chest and arms were covered with a thick carpet of hair. He slipped his nicely sized dick into my ass and immediately deep-dicked my hole, which left me quivering with excitement. Without exchanging a word, the Arab leaned forward and played with my nipples, exquisitely pinching them as he fucked away. Utterly stimulated, I grunted, groaned and moaned as the Arab used me for his pleasure. Just then another guy entered the room and without a word slipped up into the other sling that was beside mine. Before I realized what was happening, an unknown guy was fucking his ass. As soon as the Arab guy filled my ass with his load, he pulled out and left, only to be replaced by the Dutch man who happened to walk through the doorway just as my ass was vacated. Entering my ass, the Dutch man fucked me for five or six minutes before his load exploded in my hole. The guy who had been fucking the guy next to me then withdrew from the other bottom and slid inside my ass, alternating between each of our asses as a number of guys gathered around the slings, taking in the view. The top moved from my ass to that of the other bottom, and no sooner had he done so when one of the voyeurs stepped into position and commenced fucking me as a another voyeur stood beside the top in my ass, stroking himself, within a minute or so spraying his load all over my chest and face. The sight (or aroma) of cum with which he spray me must have really turned on the two tops as almost simultaneously, both men let out a groan of pleasure as both my ass and that of the other bottom were filled with a load of cum. But I wasn't done yet. A young Dutch kid had entered the room and had been watching the fuck session. Once my ass was empty he stepped up and slid his rock hard cock into my ass. He was a quick cummer, as only two minutes or so passed before his balls blew a thick load of cum into my hole. By now, I had been in the sling for about 45 minutes. Not only was my ass was getting a bit sore, I was also mindful I generally don't approve of 'sling hogs', so I climbed out of the sling and took a quick shower. I made it a point, however, to hold the loads in my ass as I really savor that wonderful moment when the cum inside MUST to come out. On my way back to the locker room, I passed the orgy area where I saw eight or nine guys who were, from the sounds of it, sucking and fucking, so naturally I entered the room to watch. A gorgeous looking, tall, muscular black guy was getting sucked off by a kneeling, somewhat older guy. I approached and sucked the black guy's muscular tits, which gave me the perfect vantage place from which I could see the black guy was blessed with a very impressive nine inch cock. As I nibbled and sucked on the man's tits, I realized (with pleasure), the black guy was exploring my hole. "How many loads are in you?" he asked with a smile. "At least five loads," I replied. He pushed the old guy off his cock and told me to bend over an nearby platform. I eagerly did so, taking a hit of poppers just as the hung black dude slammed up inside my ass. Although I had been fucked my a host of dicks within the past hour or so, still I had to take several more huffs of poppers before I was able to take his dick comfortably. He pounded me hard and deep for over ten minutes before finally groaning as his balls unloaded in my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing with each volley he shot into my hole. This was about all I could take, so I thanked the hot black guy for his load and headed for the showers where I cleaned up, dressed and headed back to my hotel. I managed to keep the loads in my hole for several more hours, but eventually all that cum had to make an exit. Damn! Feeling the cum oozing out of my hole, and seeing the immense pool of sperm I had received was so fucking hot. Amsterdam never ceases to delight me. It's always a great time.

Relative to some other stories I have read here, this one is going to seem rather ordinary, but for me at the time these events were not. This is a true story. After these events, I continued to live a normal, hetero life while submitting to my darker hungers whenever called upon to do so as I have up to this day. I was 19 and in my second year at university. I was a shy, introverted sort of guy (still am) but masked it effectively and, as a result, moved easily between tribes first in high school and later at the university I attended. I was tall, 6' with long, dirty blond hair and a dry, muscular physique. I was successful with girls largely on the strength of my ability to charm just about anyone. I was working my second year as a hotel clerk in a very large downtown hotel in the center of the city. My boss was a very handsome and sophisticated guy, 33 years old, guy who lived an openly gay lifestyle with a rich lover. I certainly had no issues with his sexuality and just enjoyed working with him. Over time, along with other staff, we began to hang out. Going to bars both straight and gay to drink and dance in the early hours of the morning after our shifts had ended. In those days, I was living with my girlfriend from high school (we'd been dating for three years) who was attending a college in the same town. Jon, my boss, asked me if I could help him move some furniture from his parents place in a nearby city to his lover's house during an upcoming weekend. I spoke to my girlfriend about it and she thought it was fine. She would just go home to visit her parents that weekend. The drive up to his parents' place in the rental truck was relaxed and easy. We arrived just after lunch and quickly got all his stuff loaded and secured in the back of the truck. We then headed to the hotel where Jon checked us into a twin bedded room before we went to get some dinner. In a gesture of gratitude, Jon treated me to a great steak dinner with wine and then drinks on the outdoor terrace before we headed back to the hotel for the night. I was feeling the booze but still wanted to smoke some weed before going to bed. Once in the room, we watched a bit of TV and I asked Jon if it would be okay if I smoked a joint on the balcony. He told me it was fine and I got my kit and rolled myself a joint before heading outside. Enjoying my toke in the warm summer breeze I quickly felt the buzz come on to me and after finishing my joint, sort of stumbled a bit as I entered the room again with a wide grin on my face. Jon just laughed and told me I looked pretty stoned. I told him he was absolutely right. Awkwardly, I pulled my t-shirt off stumbling and hitting the side of my bed almost falling over before managing to get it all off. I then kicked off my sneakers forgetting to take my socks off and dropped my shorts leaving my boxers on. I then layed down on top of the bedspread and promptly fell asleep. I awoke some time later to an incredible sensation. I will still solidly stoned so it took me a bit of time to realize that my boss had pulled my shorts off and was now sucking my cock. I lifted my head heavily and looked down to see him swallowing my entire cock as he sucked on it. He looked up and smiled. I tried to lift myself up but he pressed down on my chest and I relented, enjoying the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Of course I'd had my cock sucked by my girlfriends, but never like this. Gently, Jon pushed my legs up and began to lick my ass. Again, I was experiencing something sexual like nothing I had ever felt before. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me that this was wrong, that this was gay, that this was not something I was into. But my body was ignoring that voice with my moans and complete submission the proof of it. Jon then slid up the length of my body and lay on top of me. Again, I tried to lift myself but he easily held me down. He tried to kiss me, the rough, unshaven scratching of his beard against my face a strange sensation. I turned my head away from him but he grabbed my face and held me, his lips hard against mine. I relented and his tongue entered my mouth as I found myself surrendering to his kiss. His tongue was so much larger and longer than that of any girl I had ever kissed. I realized this must be how it feels for my girlfriend when I kissed her. However foggy my head, I was enjoying this and at some point just decided to let whatever happened, happen. I began to respond to his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, surprised at the hair on his back. "I knew you wanted this" I remember him telling me. I moaned in reply as I opened and lifted my legs to him in what seemed a natural response. His hard and substantial cock pressed against my ass as he kissed me while slowly humping against me. He broke the kiss and lifted himself off me. I just lay back with my eyes closed as I felt him leave the bed. I opened my eyes to see him with a facecloth and a small bottle he was wetting it with. A strong chemical smell filled the room. "This is going to help you relax and enjoy yourself more" I remember him telling me as he climbed back on top of me and held the facecloth to my nose and mouth. Initially, I sort of panicked and tried to get up off the bed, but Jon held the facecloth against my mouth and nose while pressing his weight down on me. Stoned as I was, I was not much of a coordinated match for him and as I inhaled, the effect of the poppers rolled over me causing me to slump back down onto the bed. "You like that boy?" he whispered to me as he began to dry hump me again with his big cock. I remember just moaning and feeling overwhelmed by an intense sexual hunger. He continued to hold the facecloth on my face with one hand as he lifted himself and spat into his other hand several times, spreading his spit on my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I would rock my ass to meet his slick hand. When he slid first one wet finger then another into me I responded by trying to fuck his hand. The poppers were providing a relentless rush and I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Jon spat into his hand several more times and then I felt the heat of his cock at my asshole. I inhaled deeply as I surfed on a wave of sexual hunger. He gently pressed himself into me, resting his weight on my hips. I felt a stab of sharp pain as his swollen cock head slipped in past my anus. I could hear him spitting and thick gobs of spit hitting my ass and balls as he continued to push himself into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me thrusting forward at the same time. I gasped and cried out. He pressed the facecloth onto my face, holding it there as I inhaled the fumes as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my hole. In my drugged state I came to an immediate realization. I wanted to be fucked, I loved being fucked, I needed to be fucked. I responded to his considerate motions by lifting my ass to meet his cock. "You like that cock inside you boy?" he asked softly. "Yesssss" I replied the word trailing off to a sigh. He stopped moving and I groaned as he removed the facecloth from over my mouth and nose and again sprinkled it with poppers before putting it back on my face. I inhaled deeply and lifted my ass to feel his cock slide into me. "You're a fucking whore boy" he hissed. Those words seemed to set off a hidden circuit in my brain that electrified my entire body and I moaned loudly as the full meaning of them sunk in. Jon seemed to pick on this and began fucking me harder and faster, thrusting more deeply into me. His eight inch cock was now sending jabs of pain through me each time he bottomed out into my hole. The pain was somehow pleasurable to me and I wanted more of it as I hungrily tried to ram against his thrusts. "What a fucking slut" he continued as his fucking grew harder, more brutal. I responded by moaning and inhaling deeply from the poppers soaked facecloth. Fuck, I could not get enough of the sensation of his cock inside me. He began fucking me faster now, ever harder, ever more brutally. "I'm going to cum inside you bitch. I'm going to breed your faggot hole slut, I want you to beg me for it, beg for my seed you cum slut" he hissed as sweat began dripping of his face onto my chest. "Fuck me" I moaned. "Cum inside me, please" I begged. "Cum inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, cum inside me..." I kept repeating as I struggled to meet the hard thrusts of his cock into me. "I'm going to seed you bitch and I then I will own you, I will own you completely, do you understand me whore?" he continued as I began wincing with each painful thrust into me. "Do you understand bitch!" he yelled. "Yes....yes.....I under....stand....owned....you own.....me.....please....cum inside me....own....me" I answered to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growled and slammed into me then held his cock deep inside me as he began to fire his load into me. He gripped me by the neck and began to squeeze, choking me as he trust again, shooting more of his seed into me. Between the poppers soaked facecloth and his choking I began to feel the room slipping away from me. He slammed once more into me and I felt like I was peeing then felt like I was blacking out. A moment later I was coming back again from the darkness. Jon had removed the facecloth and now rested the full weight of his body, moist with sweat, on top of mine. He put his hand around my throat again and squeezed gently. "You liked that didn't you whore" he whispered softly then kissed me. "Yes, I liked it" I replied, my voice betraying the exhaustion of what I had experienced. He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I own you now. You are my whore and my slut and you will learn to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear." I replied in resignation of what I had accepted I had become. He released my throat and lifted himself off me, pulling his cock from my ass as he did so. I plopped out heavily and I felt a wetness leak from me. Jon reached between my legs and scooped up some of the cummy filth and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me his slime covered fingers to suck. In that final surrender I knew I had truly accepted to engage upon that downward path the destination of which I could not yet know.

Finally got around to writing some more. Should be another part or two by the end of next week.

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

Part 2- “NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN WHO THE REAL MASTER IS AND WHO IS REALLY THE WHIPPING BOY,” Jaegar said. I stood there, dumbfounded. It must be the drugs because I know I didn’t hear him right. One of the thugs stooped, dug a joint out of his pants and lit it and exhaled. The thick cloud of smoke forming patterns of dancers around his head, which then drifted to his right, casting Jaegar and then the other thug in a mystical haze. The blunt was passed, the other thug hit it, the haze thickened, three sets of eyes glowed with intent and I was frozen in place. With the blunt in one hand and a cell phone in the other, one of the thugs circled me like a predator eyeing his prey. As he did, he angled the phone up and down over me and began his narrative, “YO, GOT A COUPLE YUCKBOYSLIVE.COM FANS HERE GETTING DOWN WITH THAT REAL SHIT. JUST BROKE ONE WHITE ASS, AND BONUS - ANOTHER HAS BEEN OFFERED UP - FUCKING SILVER PLATTER AND ALL!” Both thugs laughed, Jaegar snapped the the two belts and I took a step back. “Where you going?” a thug asked. I turned to leave but was yanked up short as one of the belts dropped over my head, looped around my neck, and pulled me back. The phone was tossed to Jaegar who got a close up of my face, his eyes sparkling with lust, drugs, and revenge. While one thug pulled me up short with the belt as a leash, the other unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down, guided them off first one leg then the next. He didn’t bother with my underwear, instead he twisted his masculine fingers into the crease and ripped them into pieces with two hands as Jaegar and the thug holding me laughed. The belt dropped for a second, multiple hands dug at my shirt and that soon was ripped and gone and I was left in nothing but my socks. I didn’t move, part of my mind thinking that maybe if I just stood very still they would leave me alone. Smoke was blown in my face, the thugs circled, slapping at my ass, spanking their steel rod’s against me as they passed, with Jaegar capturing it all. One of them jammed a sharp nail and finger into my ass and I jumped. Howl’s of laughter followed and one of the thugs asked, “You ever had black dick before?” I didn’t answer, but Jaegar did, “He’s only been fucked a few times, just in the past couple of weeks, by...by some white guys.” The phone was held up close to a thug’s face as he said, “Bet they was little dick fuckers too. Well, we about to turn this fag pussy into a W.R. - WIDE RECEIVER - you ready bro? Time to get up in that shit and coat them guts with some chem nutt.” Jaegar shifted the phone to the side for a second, sneered at me and said in a whisper, “Yeah, they were all little dicks.” “Hey man, we ready? Any limits?” one of the thugs asked as he spit onto his dick and stroked it until the veins bulged, the tip dribbled, and he shifted side to side like an Olympian preparing to run a race. Jaegar nodded, replied, “None.” He paused, “Wait - just one, I have spent 18 years listening to his mouth. I think I need one day off from that.” I was soon gagging on a filth encrusted sock that might have been white at one time, and tears caused by the malevolent odor filled my eyes and I almost laughed at the comedy of the the now, one-socked thug. The one-socked thug growled in anger, took the belt, and slid it around my neck like you would a pair of pants and latched it. I gasped a little for air, my fingers trying to find purchase around the leather edge that was now cutting into my skin. He growled again and my relief was short lived as instead of loosening it, he slid it into the next hole, making it tighter before handing the loose end to the thug behind me. He took the camera and pointed it at my face, “HEY HOMIES - WE GASSED UP THE WHIP AND NOW WE UP HERE ON THE GOLD COAST TODAY MAKING THEM STACKZ. BOUT TO DELIVER THAT BEAT DOWN SHIT AND I’M HIGH AS FUCKING SHIT RIGHT NOW! BRING ME THAT PLATE.” Jaegar walked over, the thug took the plate and held it in front of my face, “Want some?” I nodded and my head was snapped back as the thug holding the belt yanked on it. I jealously watched as the one-socked thug snorted a couple lines, handed it to Jaegar who walked behind me and I heard them both snort too. The camera turned so one-sock was speaking into it as he wiped his nose, “DAMN HIGH DOLLA SHIT RIGHT THERE - WHEW! OPEN THAT MOUTH FAG PUSSY, LET ME SPIT IN THERE, LET YOU TASTE THE BACK THROAT DRIP.” He turned the camera back, I shook my head no, the thug behind me slapped my head, then grabbed my jaw and the top of my head and pried my mouth open to receive the thug spit. The sock was momentarily removed and I swallowed the foul concoction as they laughed and I choked as the sock was stuffed back in. “You fucked him before?” the one behind me asked Jaegar. He said, “No,” but then shed light on the Meyer family darkness when he replied, “But his father and uncles have...well...I...I think I heard someone in his family say they had seen him take dick recently.” The thug with the camera asked, “You not family? You sure act like it. You sure you not boos or lovers or shit?” Jaegar laughed in a sorrowful, painful way, “We are family of a sorts, but not by blood - not until today anyways. No limits right?” A hard thug slap to my face and the room filled with their laughter as the thug said, “YOU HEAR THAT - NO LIMITS - AND OUR NEW SIDE HOMIE HERE THINKS HE CAN STEP UP AND BE A PLAYA. WE DON’T SHARE, BUT WHATEVER THE FUCK IS LEFT YOU CAN DIP THAT WHITE STICK IN OUR DRIPPINGS AND USE IT ALL YOU WANT AND FUCK TRUST THAT WHITE PUSSY WILL BE BLOODY RED WHEN WE ARE DONE.” The cell phone continued to capture my humiliation, my submission at the hands of Jaegar and his new-found friends. I was pushed down onto my hands and knees as the thug behind me yanked hard on the belt around my neck, trying to control me like a family pet. The one-socked thug sat down in the easy chair, spread his legs wide, flopped his balls out, which were twitching, large, hairy, and eager for release. I was kicked forward a little, then a little more and eyed the thug in the chair as he lit a new blunt, blew smoke circles for the camera, coughed, held the camera back up in front of his face - panned down to his wide, hard dick - back up and said, “TIME TO JAM SOME HOLES. BANG SQUAD HERE AND WE FUCK LONG, HARD, ROUGH. WE STEPPING IT UP ONE ON OUR BROS AT YUCKBOYS - THEY BE TAKING THOSE WILLING SLUTS. WE BOUT TO SHARE OUR MIGHTY BONES WITH A WHITE BITCH THAT WANTS TO RUN. NO RUNNING ALLOWED IN THIS JOINT. GO ON MAN - LET’S SEE THOSE EYES FUCKING BUG THE SHIT OUT AS YOU PUNCTURE THAT PUSSY - LET’S SHOW FOLKS WHAT OUR CREW CAN DO WHEN THE CASH AND THE STASH ON POINT. YO MAN GET A BIRD’S EYE VIEW OF THAT SHIT, IT’S ABOUT TO GET POPPIN.” Jaegar took the phone and pointed the camera down to where the thug behind me was slapping his dick against my lower back and spreading my legs open further with his feet. My body stiffened in fear, I tried to turn, the thug wound a loop of leather around his hand, shortening the hold he had on me and almost lifting my hands off the floor. He suddenly let the belt out of his hand as he passed it to the thug in the chair. Again I was brought to heal and could feel the thug behind me now spreading my cheeks with both hands and could feel him squatting low, his hard rod starting to poke at my clenched hole. I tried to cry out as the thug dick pushed at my hole, more intent, harder, trying to force it’s way in, but all sound was muffled by the filthy sock in my mouth. Jaegar’s voice was now on my left side, “Light’s better from here,” he said. Thanks man. He would pay for this. My thoughts of how I would make him pay were lost as the thug’s dick gored into my ass, slowly pushing the ring open, skin scraping skin, millimeter by millimeter with every dry thrust. The thug was bouncing up and down now, his weight forcing me open slow but sure. I was breathing hard, the pain shooting through my body like an atomic blast wave. Once his head was wedged enough into my hole he paused, “YOU READY?” he asked. I shook my head and tried to beg but got three quick slaps, and he said, “NOT YOU, FUCK. YOU - CAMERA DUDE - READY TO SEE THIS PUSSY ASS CLAP?” My cries of pain would surely had risen alarms of the hotel staff if my mouth had not been stuffed with rank thug sock. The scalding black poker pierced my ring and embedded itself inside my rectum. “Holy shit!” Jaegar said as he bent to get a close up of my stretched and strained flesh. The thug in the chair yanked the belt, gave me a good face slap, which made me think of the pain in my head and not my ass for the briefest of seconds, “YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET. WE TOOK IT EASY ON YOU, THAT WAS JUST A QUICK IN-AND-OUT. THIS, WELL THIS IS SOMETHING FUCKING ELSE ENTIRELY DIFF. NOW MAKE SURE YOU CATCH THIS, BACK UP A BIT, GET US BOTH IN THE SHOT.” Jaegar stepped back, then some more, the thug in the chair gave a twist to the belt, tightened the leather strap, used two smelly fingers to dig the sock out, and as I gasped for clean air he scooted forward a bit, set the blunt between his teeth, held his dick in line with my mouth, nodded and said, “HIT THAT PUSSY BRO!” The thugs dug in me from both ends - hard, fast, deep, relentless - and with no mercy. The sensations were beyond what I could take in and process - pain, embarrassment, humiliation, the need to wipe at my face as the drool was fucked right out of my mouth and my guts heaved as the ripe thug dick pounded the back of my throat. I felt like I was short circuited. Nothing made sense, yet I realized that in the midst of the swirling storm of chaos was an island of pleasure, of joy, of ecstasy. My feet found purchase on the shifting sands of that shore and as I climbed onto solid ground again I was blasted back with feelings like nothing I had ever experienced. The thug fucking my throat laughed as I wretched and gagged, “YOU SEE THAT? THAT RIGHT THERE IS THE SIGN OF A BBC NYMPHO. THOSE WHITE HIPS PUSHING BACK, TRYING TO GET YOU TO CLIMB UP IN THERE DEEPER. RAPE IT FUCKA - MAKE HIM WHIMPER - LET’S DO A POWER RANGER FUCK DOWN.” I was lost in bliss when a sharp jolt of pain brought me back. The thug fucking me had stopped, yanked out hard, then a hot, warm stream starting running down my back and ass crack, then my legs as he slammed it back in and explained, “Had to piss a little. Needed to prime the pump a bit first to make sure only the dark chem piss went up his guts.” The thug choke fucking me spit on me and snarled, “FUCK BRO, YOU KNOW I LIKE IT SLOPPY AND JUICY - NOW NUTT THAT SHIT UP.” The fucking stopped short again, both ends were vacated as the belt was roughly tugged and I half crawled, half stumbled over to the bed. I was slammed face down and mounted again and it took several strokes for the thug to find his groove. Splatters of chem piss, ass juice, and fuck proof coated the hotel bed comforter and rug as the thug fucked my ass. I didn’t know where Jaegar was, or the other thug, and didn’t care. They was right, I wanted nothing more than that thug dick to slam me harder and deeper. OMFG! I needed it. My father and uncles were nothing compared to this. Their fucking was...just a pause in time, not real, not truly a connection. I don’t know, so hard to explain. I braced myself as best I could to give him something to slam into, laid my arms out wide, and let him take me. I submitted. Wholly and completely. I submitted for the first time ever in my life. “GET UNDER US FOR THAT MONEY SHOT - GETTING READY TO CREAMPIE THAT ASS - BREED IT WITH SOME CHEM NUTT TOO - GET THAT HOLE SLOPPY SO MY BRO CAN DIG LIKE HE WANTS - OH FUCKING HELL YEAH! READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD? LET US HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT - BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR NUTT - BEG FOR MY BBC - WHOSE PUSSY IS THAT NOW? WHOSE BITCH? WHOSE? THAT’S RIGHT - IT’S MINE AND I’M FUCKING MARKING IT UP - RIGHT - THE - FUCK - NOW!!!!” The thug exploded inside me, deeper than I ever knew was possible and I could feel his dick swell, pulse, quake, and spurt - all for me. “Oh please stick it back in,” I cried out as he slid his now soft dick from my hungry hole. I didn’t have to ask twice as the one-socked thug grabbed the belt, yanked me back hard, spun me around, pushed me back and hefted my ankles up and back. His determined look told me I might not be prepared for what he had in store, and Jaegar must have had the same idea as he leaned around the thug, the camera focusing on my face as the belt wrapped around the thug’s wrist, he yanked my head forward, let some length out, adjusted his arms a little, pulled me back closer to the edge of the bed, and paused. “BANG SQUAD BEAT DOWN - TAKE 2 ABOUT TO COMMENCE. YO, GET A SHOT OF HIS FACE CAUSE WHEN I GO HE’S GOING TO KNOW IT,” the one-socked thug ordered as he finished positioning himself. I briefly met Jaegar’s eyes; he had that hungry determined look too. The belt jarred my focus back to the thug, he leaned forward, bunching my legs back to my shoulders, my bruised ass gasping, waiting. My body then stiffened like I had been strapped to an electric chair as the thug slammed into my nutt and piss filled ass. My mouth opened to cry out, but all sounds were choked off by the belt and the shock of the pain. My arms beat at the bed and I grabbed fist fulls of the comforter to try to steady my mind and anchor me to the world. His dick was much thicker than the first guy’s and the position was far more painful. The thug didn’t care though and threw a mad fuck - rougher, deeper, harder, more brutal. I was babbling in pain and pleasure. One stroke would make me see stars of pain before my eyes, the next would send orgasmic delight through my veins. “REACH UP AND HOLD YOUR LEGS BACK, GRAB THOSE FUCKING ANKLES. YOU WANT THIS DICK? SHOW ME BITCH. SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT. SHOW ME YOU WANT THAT HOLE RIPPED BY SOME SOUTHSIDE BBC. SHOW ME! YOU AIN’T A TRUE BITCH UNLESS THAT PUSSY RIPPED AND BLOODY, OTHERWISE YOU JUST A FAGGY BOY. WHICH IS IT GOING TO BE? YOU A BITCH OR NOT? OH YEAH? YOU A BITCH? HOLD THEM ANKLES JUST LIKE THAT SO I CAN GAPE THAT PUSSY THEN.” I obeyed and the more he fucked me, the the more I tried to pull my ankles back to let him dig deeper, to scrape my insides out, to hit every nook and cranny of my white muffins. “YO GET UNDERNEATH, ZOOM UP FOR THE MONEY SHOT. ABOUT READY TO BREED THIS BITCH PUSSY,” the one-socked thug told Jaegar. Several more strokes and I was straining to pull my legs back and out to sacrifice myself, to submit to this dirty thug. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I almost dropped my legs, but now the other thug was sitting beside my head, his semi-hard dick growing with every slap he gave my face while his crew buddy continued to fuck me. Slap and fuck, slap and fuck. BBC beatdown. The one-socked thug was ready, “HIT THAT BITCH, SLAP THAT BITCH, FUCK BRO THAT SHIT TURNS ME ON - NO LIMIT FUCKS - USE THIS PUSSY HARD - THINK MAYBE WE SHOULD LINE UP SOME MORE HOMIES FROM THE CREW, DO A PROPER GANGBANG FUCK. YO DUDE, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT? YOU UP FOR IT? CAMERA GUY, YEAH YOU, YOU WANT TO GET DOUBLE TAPPED WITH MORE BBC? NO? OH YOU A TOP HUH? WELL THAT ASS TOOK OUR DICKS, BUT I HEAR YOU. THIS HERE’S THE REAL BITCH IN THE HOUSE - THE REAL PUSSY - LET ME PUNISH IT RIGHT AND DROP THAT NYQUIL - LET ME PUNISH THAT HOLE LIKE ONLY A TRUE BBC CAN - LET ME SHRED IT SO IT FEELS LIKE YOU SHITTING GLASS FOR A WEEK! LET ME TURN THAT PUSSY INSIDE OUT AND BACK AGAIN. FUCK YEAH, KEEP SLAPPING HIM BRO, GOING TO NUTT IT UP, MY CUM IS GOING TO GO FUCKING DEEP. PAST THAT SECOND HOLE, PAST THAT THIRD HOLE - FEEL ME KNOCKING INSIDE YOU? FEEL ME - YOU FEEL ME - YOU FEEL…...AAAAHHHH, OOOOHHHH,....GR…..” My legs dropped to the floor. I clawed at the belt, trying to breathe. Their voices sounded so far away. I tried to speak, to ask if I pleased them, to ask if I could get some more, to ask if they would stay, to ask for a drink, for some coke, all of it and more - just more. I wanted so much more. I rolled over, moaned, found the buckle on the belt and twisted it around and with weak fingers tried to unclasp it. I breathed deep then grunted as large hands slapped at my fumbling fingers and a hot body in need weighed me down. Jaegar’s left hand pressed my head into the bed, his breath hot on my neck, his raging peasant dick sliding recklessly in my nutt filled and open ass, “WHO’S THE WHIPPING BOY NOW?” he asked.

So I woke up yesterday in a really cum hungry mood - lucky I work at home so I sorted my hole and opened Grindr hoping for cock! Within seconds the guy next to me messaged - he was leaving Leicester and need to unload on his way to the motorway! I asked if he was cool with anonymous dump n go and he replied 'perfect'. All I got from him as a few pics of his BBC...my pussy was begging for it! 30mins later I was bent over, hole lubed and the door unlocked and blindfolded - he walked in there as was no messing, his hard cock went straight up me and he proceed to the fuck the living daylights out of me for 20mins - then with one last ram he held it in me and I could feel his gift flood me! He just pulled out, zipped up and left - not a word said as it should be! I had cum dripping down my legs but I was wanting more - grindr helped again and a older chap with a good 8inch cock was up me within 20mins - he lasted no more than 5mins but added to the mix! Could do with a bottom today to fill - but Leicester being Leicester its difficult to find good raw fit lads to breed!

I paused the video and pulled up Craigslist and then logged into my account. I finished off my drink and poured another one. I clicked on the DRAFTS tab and there was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I opened it up and took a swig of my drink and began to read it. Half way through I stopped and took some hits of poppers and then started reading it again from the beginning. When I finished reading my cock was bobbing up and down. I laughed. It was like my cock was shaking its head YES, publish it. I took another swallow of my drink and some more popper hits and then resumed watching the video. When the Poz bear began shooting his cum up the neg guy’s ass I found myself shaking all over and saying out loud, “Knock me up with your Poz seed!”. As the video finished I swallowed some more of my drink and took 4 huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit I yanked the butt plug out and rammed it back into my hole and then with a push I shoved even the base of the plug into my hole. As my ass lips closed with the entire plug inside of me, I reached over to my keyboard and hit Publish. I thought I was going to pass out from the high and the excitement so I sat back and tried to slow my breathing and calm myself down a little. As my thoughts came back together I stared at my screen. That was so fucking hot. Then I realized that I should get the base of the plug back out of my hole so the plug didn’t get lost in my bowels. With a little pressure I felt it begin to move and the base popped back out. I checked my email for any responses and then brought up the Craigslist window and refreshed it. There at the top was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I began to get a little nervous about it. As I reflected, I told myself that it had been a slow night for responses and the chances of anyone responding to my ad were slim to none. Even if someone did respond, I could ignore it and not reply. Or I could tell them that I was scared and that we would have to keep it safe. But then my mind wandered and the little voice in my head said “But it would be so fucking hot!”. I noticed my cock bobbing up and down again saying “YES” and my body was shivering all over. I needed another drink to calm myself down. I changed back to a regular BB video and just worked on my drink as I watched it. I also let the poppers wear off some. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. I was very high and drunk and decided that I would just finish my drink and do another popper session while I watched another video and stroked myself to an orgasm and then go to bed. I looked at my glass and it was almost empty so I refilled it. Then I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and began taking non-stop hits until I was super high then I hit play on the video. I had picked another one with a Poz guy breeding a neg guy. About a minute into the video I heard a notification sound signaling that I had an email. I paused the video and switched windows on my screen. There was an email from Daddy Dan. I opened it. “Still looking?” There was a high resolution photo attached. I opened it and there was a full body shot of a white furry daddy bear wearing nothing but a wife beater T-shirt. The outline of nipple rings could be seen under his shirt. But hanging between his legs was the cock of a God. It had to be 8.5 to 9” with an equally impressive set of low hanging balls. I felt my mouth begin to water and my asshole twitch. I took a big swig of my drink. It was late. I didn’t know which of my ads he had seen and was responding to. I was jerking off and going to bed. My cock was bobbing up and down again. I needed another sip of my drink and then took a couple of hits of poppers. “OmG !! NiCE cuck. HOrnY But tottlllly dwunk.” I responded. My glass was empty so I refilled it, then I heard another notification. “No problem. I enjoy partying. Are you interested in Daddy’s cock? What motel are you at?” I should shut my email down and not respond. I was very close to shooting my cum all over the place and even closer to passing out from all the alcohol and the Oxy. I failed to notice that there were photos attached to his last email. I took a couple of hits of poppers and opened them. The first was a frontal shot of Daddy in his T-shirt but now his cock was at full attention. It looked huge. The next was a photo taken from the side showing his full erect length. The last one was of his cock plunging RAW /BARE between a set of black very muscular looking ass cheeks. I should just go to bed but the little voice in my head said that I needed to feel the size and heat of that cock in my hand, feel it in my mouth, but it would never fit into my hole. And there was my damn cock bobbing up and down again. I should ask him his status. I should tell him I only play safe. But then he might not be interested. I could always ask him his status and mention safe play when he got to my room. He wouldn’t have a problem as long as he got off right? If I said “NO. STOP”, he wouldn’t force himself on me. That would be rape. I looked again at the high resolution photo of his cock plunging between the black ass cheeks as I gulped down half of my drink and took some big hits from my popper bottle. As my cock continued to bob, my fingers moved to my keyboard. “DAsy in bi inerstate not lo ng awake” My body was shivering all over from the excitement. I pulled the butt plug out and shoved it back in a couple of times before finishing my drink. Then I heard the notification sound. “I am about 10 minutes away. What room? I hesitated. I should not respond. I should go to bed. But my cock and my hole didn’t want me to. My conscious mind and my subconscious cock warred against each other. I don’t know how long I sat there as my fogged mind had lost sense of time. “13 9” I typed. I stared at the screen, then again at his photos, then back at my response. I grabbed my popper bottle and shoved it up my nostrils, first one side and then the other taking several big hits. My cock was bobbing wildly as I reached over and hit Send. As soon as I did it, I began to regret it. No problem. I could turn the lights off and ignore the knocking at the door when he arrived. He would just assume that I either gave him the wrong room number or that I had passed out. My mind was made up. I poured another drink and downed it in a few gulps then I poured another one. Daddy had said he was 10 minutes away. I had time to finish jerking off as I was on the edge and it shouldn’t take more than a minute to finish. I brought up the video I had been watching before of the Poz guy breeding the Neg guy. I had just minimized it before the email exchange with Daddy. I hit the play button and as the video resumed I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and took a couple of big hits. I had just taken hold of my cock when I heard a sharp knock at my motel room door. I froze. Oh my God. That must be Daddy. My cock almost shot off but every muscle in body became tense as I tried not to move and make any noise, and my orgasm was delayed. My mouth suddenly went dry and I was afraid that I was going to cough. Grabbing my glass, I swallowed half of the drink. Again, I heard a knock, a little louder than the last one. Don’t move my mind told me. Keep still. But my whole body began to shiver and I was afraid that I might fall out of the chair I was sitting on. I needed to relax. I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and taking the cap off I inserted the neck up my nostril and took a long deep hit then switched sides then repeated the cycle 2 more times, then put the cap back on the bottle as I held my breath. The rush hit and I felt like I was floating. The only thing I was aware of was a knocking at the door and my cock bobbing up and down!

Lots of background since I plan this to be at least 4 or 5 parts. THE INITIATION High school had finally started getting better for Kelvin. It had just taken until February of his senior year for him to finally feel like things were finally going his way. His recent early acceptance to Columbia and his dreams of getting out of the small town in Upstate New York seemed to be unfolding for him exactly as he had hoped – something that never seemed to happen for Kelvin. His freshman year at Union-Endicott High School had been a rough one. Moving from a small elementary and middle school to a school with over 500 people in his grade was overwhelming for Kelvin. Kelvin had never been particularly social and quite introverted. He had always been at the head of his class academically but was never really part of the geek clique. He wasn’t a jock, in the band, an artist or any of the other dozen of groups that made up the classic high school social hierarchy. Kelvin was a guy without a country, so to speak and while he was occasionally lonely, he was actually usually quite comfortable being on his own. Any semblance of a normal freshman year died when in the spring his mother was diagnosed with cancer and by the start of summer his mother was gone. Losing his mother was difficult for Kelvin. She had been the one person he always felt he could talk to and who would listen without judgment. His father had always been somewhat disconnected from Kelvin. His father was a former high school A-lister, playing football and baseball and being good enough to make All-State through most of high school. Kelvin wasn’t exactly a disappointment, but he and his father just didn’t seem to have anything in common. Kevin’s father also tended to disappear after coming home from work using his homemade beer to drown the mundanity of his life. His father was never quite drunk, just very distant. After his mother’s death, his father seemed to almost completely disappear from his life except for dinners and occasional evenings together spent in relative quiet. Kelvin’s sophomore year, as could be predicted, was essentially a blur. With his mother’s death and his father’s self-imposed absence, Kelvin dove into his academics pushing himself even harder. Books became his escape and Kelvin’s world shrank to his home and his classes at school. In a rare incident of insight, Kelvin’s father pulled Kelvin aside toward the end of his sophomore. “Kelvin, I know things have been rough since your mom died,” he began, “but I’m concerned that all this focus on school is not good for you.” Kelvin shrugged in response. Kelvin’s father continued, “I think you need to get out and do something physical, so I signed you up for training at Scott’s Gym. Hopefully, this will help get you out a little bit more.” Kelvin nodded and sighed. And with that Kelvin began working out at least 5 times a week. After a few months, Kelvin’s dad didn’t think Kelvin was putting on enough muscle. One day, when Kelvin was ready to head to the gym his father pulled him aside into the bathroom. “Hey, I know you’ve been working hard and I want you to feel like you’re getting results. When I was in school we’d use a little something extra to help build a bit more muscle. Here,” his father pulled out a needle, “let me see your upper thigh.” Kelvin rolled up his shorts and his father stabbed the needle deep into his muscle, injecting Kelvin with the thick liquid. Smiling after the injection, Kelvin’s dad said, “There. We’ll start cycling you and see if we can’t get you some results you can really see and be proud of.” Kelvin knew the steroids could eventually cause problems but his dad had seemed so happy that he had finally found a way to connect with his son, that he didn’t have the heart to object. Through the rest of his sophomore and junior years Kelvin cycled on steroids and his body grew in both shape and definition. Kelvin knew things had changed, he could obviously see the changes himself, and also noticed how instead of being completely invisible he began turning heads of the girls at school which made him uncomfortable. The steroids had not only added bulk to his muscles but had two other effects Kelvin had not considered. The first was that by the end of Kelvin’s junior year instead of the light fuzzy treasure trail and chest that many of his classmates had, Kelvin was sporting a dense trail of fur from his crotch up to his chest which was also becoming thick with fur. Although his father smiled and said he was turning into a ‘real man’, Kelvin was self-conscious of the changes and tried to avoid showers after gym with his classmates. His arms and legs were equally hirsute and every afternoon he was sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. The second effect wasn’t as noticeable to others, but Kelvin was acutely aware of it. The extra testosterone and androgens flowing through his bloodstream had turned a normally horny teenager into a supreme horn dog. Kelvin spent much of his evenings online downloading and consuming porn. He found himself whacking off three, four sometimes five times a day to keep his urges in check. Kelvin also realized that while he initially had been downloading straight porn, he was now spending all of his time on gay porn sites. Kelvin had not given much thought to his sexuality, he had been too busy burying himself in school, especially after his mother died. Kelvin’s favorite videos were the ones where an older, furry, bearish guy got blown by a younger, but also furry otter or cub. He spent hours spilling load after load as he watched and dreamed of servicing an older, moaning, hot furry guy while gently rubbing the young guys head and murmuring out things like, “Yeah, work that dick. Show me that you want my load.” Kelvin always ended the movies after that scene because he knew that the next one would be the otter or cub getting fucked and while part of him found it exciting he just couldn’t see himself ever letting someone do that to him. Kelvin’s senior year started off unremarkably enough. By this time he had settled on going away for school, hopefully to Columbia where he’d have access to New York City and could leave small town Endicott behind. He could remake himself into whomever he wanted. No one would know him and it was a chance to start completely over if he wanted. Fall flew by and college application deadlines came and went. By the start of winter break, Kelvin was eager for the New Year and news about Columbia. He’d also told his father he was no longer interested in his regimen of enhancers but agreed to continue to hit the gym. And now, here he was, recently 18 and accepted to Columbia for the fall and the promise of a new life was just a few months away. His battle against the inevitable 5 o’clock shadow had led him to abandon all attempts at being cleaned shaven. Instead, he opted for leaving a day or two’s growth on his face – not quite a beard, but a short, neat patch of hair. Since his freshman year, Kevin had grown in height to about 5’10” and 195 pounds of muscle. His icy blue eyes stood out from his dirty blonde head of hair and the darker hair of his beard and body. The day after Kelvin had received his acceptance letter he was showering after gym class. He had waited until after his classmates had finished, as usual, since he was still conscientious of the differences between his and his classmates’ bodies. He was letting his mind wander about the freedoms he’d experience at Columbia, including maybe the chance to present himself on his knees to a hot older guy. His dick started to harden at the thought and Kelvin smiled. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him and turned quickly – forgetting his half hardened dick was lifting into the air. “Hey, Kelvin!” It was Coach Foley, his gym teacher for the past two years. “I heard you got some good news the other day.” Kelvin gulped and felt the blood rush from his face. Coach Foley was about 35 years old and a former collegiate soccer player. He was perhaps a couple inches taller than Kelvin but not nearly as massive. Coach Foley had retained the upper body of his soccer player form but also had some of the softness that occurs as guys get older but still work out. His legs were solid unlike the softness of his upper body. Just looking at them, were convincing enough to believe that he was still actively running and kicking soccer balls daily. His gym shorts left little to the imagination, a good sized bulge forming in the front indicating either ample meat, potatoes or both. Coach’s hoodie was zipped up about 3/4 ‘s of the way and thick black hair pushed its way out all the way to just below his neck. His face sported a cheesy pornstache which looked oddly appropriate for him. Coach smiled as he noticed Kelvin assessing him. “Good,” he thought, “boy’s definitely showing some interest. I’m thinking this is going to go exactly as I planned.” Coach flexed his dick, tenting his shorts briefly, and watched Kelvin’s eyes get bigger while chuckling to himself. “I know things have been tough for you the last few years and just wanted to let you know how great it is that Columbia knows what a great catch you are.” “Uh, thanks, Coach Foley,” Kelvin stammered. Despite his embarrassment at getting caught staring, his dick refused to get the message to stand down. In fact, at the sight of coach’s dick suddenly tenting out his shorts, Kelvin felt his dick fill with even more blood and move from a downward position to nearly horizontal. Kelvin had always considered himself pretty normal in the cock department. Compared to the videos he watched Kelvin wasn’t exactly huge. Topping out at just shy of 8” long and about 6” thick he wasn’t nearly as big as the guys in the video. Coach Foley, appearing to ignore Kelvin’s obvious discomfort and pelvic reactions, continued on. “What classes do you have this afternoon? I’ve got the last two periods off for planning and would love for you to come by and we can celebrate your good news. And, of course, your recent birthday.” Coach smiled. Eighteen. The magic number. He’d been waiting all fall semester for the New Year and the opportunities it might bring. “Ummm, I’ve got AP physics and AP English, but my last two periods are study halls since I’m a year ahead in History and don’t have to take any more,” Kelvin responded. Coach nodded, but he had already known the answer. He had checked Kelvin’s schedule for the spring and had traded with another coach so that he’d have back-to-back periods that matched Kelvin’s schedule. “Good. Stop by my office on your way out and pick up your pass,” Coach said. “And oh, by the way, don’t worry, all young guys get boners whenever the wind blows the wrong way.” Laughing Coach Foley headed off into the locker room. Kelvin once again felt his face blanch and turned to make sure his now engorged cock was out of sight. Kelvin quickly washed off and headed to the locker room, making sure he got a dousing of cold water in a failed attempt to bring his dick to heel. Coach Foley watched Kelvin finish cleaning off. Coach’s dick popped up again tenting out his shorts as he watched Kelvin bend over to wash his legs. Coach couldn’t quite see it, but he could imagine Kelvin’s pink, virgin butt hole amid the furry crack just aching to be cracked opened. As Kelvin finished up Coach Foley headed back to his office. He quickly filled out Kelvin’s pass and handed it to him as he passed by. “Looking forward to helping you celebrate. See you in a couple hours.” Kelvin nodded, smiled and headed out of the locker room. As Kelvin walked away Coach smiled to himself. Looks as if he had timed things just about right. Stopping his meds right after the New Year, he figured his viral load had grown exponentially and was approaching maximum toxicity. Sure it was a risk, stopping his meds every year, but it was his duty to pass on his viral RNA to the next generation of worthy recipients. Unlike others he knew, Coach Foley was interested in quality and not quantity of conversions. Sure he could rough his boys up with a toothbrush or scratch their insides with lengthened nails to help the virus penetrate and take hold of their bodies. Coach thought of himself as a purist, he believed that those worthy of the virus would accept it and wouldn’t need the help of a toothbrush or nail. A worthy individual’s body would welcome the virus and let it in. The virus just needed the time to figure out if the host would be worthy. For the last 5 years, Coach Foley had watched and chosen a senior he thought was worthy of the honor of being infected. Infection meant never having to worry about raw sex, the way men should enjoy it. It meant a release to seek out other men’s DNA and to spread it far and wide. Out of the last five years, two of his choices had been worthy. His first and second choices had not taken. While they had been fun fucks, the virus had rejected him. His first success, David, had converted within a couple weeks of his first insemination. He was now a Junior at UCLA and had let Coach know that he was helping to spread Coach’s virus all over Southern California. Zack, his choice the year after David, had also been found worthy. Over his spring break, Zack had been sick and Coach smiled as he thought of fuck flu raging through him. Sure enough, he had converted and was now at school at Old Miss where he was spreading Coach’s viral genes to drunk and closeted born again Christians. Last year had been a disappointment. After two years of worthy conversions, Tyler, despite repeated inseminations, sometimes three or four times a day had failed the test. Tyler had been a true cum whore taking as much cum as Coach could find him. It just showed that even the perfect whore may not be found worthy. It would have been nice if Tyler had been worthy, as a natural slut Coach could have counted on him spreading his seed far and wide. Things happen for a reason, he sighed, and thought about Kelvin heading off to Columbia, with Coach’s DNA swimming in his bodily fluid and smiled. He noticed a small drop of pre-cum form on the head of his cock as it poked from beneath is gym shorts. A good sign that Kelvin might very well be worthy. As Kelvin wandered off to lunch after gym, he replayed what had just happened. Coach Foley had always been nice to Kelvin and, in fact, he had known his father. But something was odd about his interaction with Coach Foley. Had he just imagined seeing Coach’s dick jump inside his shorts as Kelvin’s cock grew and he had caught Kelvin staring? No, Kelvin must have been imagining things. After all those videos, he knew it was all just wishful thinking. Coach was just being nice and it was good knowing that someone recognized Kelvin’s achievement. Kelvin’s own dad had not managed to grunt out more than a perfunctory “congratulations” before disappearing into the cellar and back to his homebrew. Kelvin smiled, yes it was good that someone had noticed and it was someone one he respected like Coach Foley made it even better. And a quiet voice deep within his groin agreed that it was good that someone hot like Coach Foley had noticed. Lunch and afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Kelvin found himself fingering the hall pass in his pockets as each period came to an end. By the time 8th period came around the hall pass had been worn thin. As he took his seat his hand once again went to the pass. Some doubts entered his mind. “Should I go?” he asked himself. “What if I get another boner? What would Coach think of that?” He fiddled a few more minutes with pass until finally picking himself up from his seat and heading toward the front. “Yes?” Miss Padakula asked. Kelvin fumbled with the pass and gave it to her. “Lucky you,” she said as she signed it and handed it back to Kelvin. “I’d give just about anything to get out of here myself.” Kelvin nodded a headed out to the gym. Kelvin didn’t know why, but his heart was racing and he kept having to remind himself to slow down. It wasn’t a race but somehow his body wasn’t aware of that fact. He moved through the corridors and soon found himself in front of the locker room. He hesitated for a moment but then screwed up his courage and walked in. Coach Foley’s office was the back, out of the way. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d just wander into without actively looking for it. As Kelvin approached the office he saw Coach seated at his desk with his back to the door. Coach’s office was a pretty good size. Having a winning football team had its advantages. His office was decent sized, housing a small desk and chair as well as couch along one wall. There was a single door, now wide open, with a thin slit of a window that was covered with paper like most of the teachers did to prevent people from staring in or students from looking out toward freedom. Coach Foley had his legs propped up on one side of the desk. His gym shorts slipping down just enough to leave his upper thighs visible and the narrow band of a jack strap along the edge. “Hey, Coach Foley. Made it,” Kelvin declared obviously. Coach turned around and smiled at Kelvin’s attempt at small talk. “So you did. Come on in and have a seat. Just grabbing a Coke here. Let me get you one and we’ll have a toast.” Coach Foley reached over to a small fridge and pulled out two Cokes. He handed one to Kelvin as Kelvin made his way to the couch. Kelvin accepted the open bottle and sat on the couch. Holding the Coke in his lap and leaning slightly forward. Coach began, “So, let’s have a toast to Kelvin for his early acceptance to Columbia! I also heard you might be getting a scholarship?” “Yeah,” said Kelvin, “I actually have a full ride.” Kelvin smiled. He hadn’t said that aloud to anyone and realized how proud that made him feel. Coach could see the satisfaction on Kelvin’s face and continued. “Okay, so that deserves a double celebration! So, a double celebration means we chug our first ones and grab another. You ready?” asked Coach Foley a glint in his eye. “Okay, if those are the rules,” Kelvin smiled back. Coach raised his bottle and tapped the top of Kelvin’s bottle then brought it to his lips and began to chug. Kelvin raced to keep up and began downing his Coke. The soda had a bit of an odd taste which Kelvin noticed but rapidly was lost in the effort to get it all down in one gulp. Coach Foley finished first and Kelvin saw Coach watching intently as Kelvin finished. A crooked smile crossed Coach Foley’s face. “Good job! Let’s crack open another one. Sorry it’s not beer, but I don’t really want to get busted for getting an 18-year-old drunk,” Coach Foley explained. Get him drunk? No. Have him spun out on G? Hell, yeah. Coach Foley started chatting with Kelvin making small talk, asking about his plans, his classes, and his work-outs. As they talked over the next 15 minutes Kelvin was thinking how easy it was to talk with Coach Foley. Where he was nervous before he felt himself relaxing and settling into the conversation. As Coach Foley talked, Kelvin’s attention began to wander. He kept finding his eyes wandering to either Coach Foley’s half-zipped hoodie and the hairy chest beneath or slipping down to Coach’s shorts and the bulge there. Every so often Kelvin would catch himself staring and raise his eyes to meet Coach’s eyes. Each time he thought he caught the glimpse of another smile. He was also sure that each time his eyes wander to Coach Foley’s groin the bulge there grew in size. Finally, after several minutes, he was sure he could make out the outline of a thick shaft lengthening along Coach’s thigh. Kelvin answered all of Coach Foley’s questions and, in between, took gulps from his second Coke. As he finished his second Coke, Kelvin slid back into the couch and closed his eyes for a minute. Opening them, he saw Coach Foley adjusting himself and staring down at Kelvin. “So, Kelvin. Haven’t heard about you dating anyone. Got your eye on anyone?” Kelvin felt a big lump form in his throat and gulped it down. “I, uh, have been pretty busy with school so I don’t really have time for other things,” as he let his thought trail off. “Funny,” started Coach Foley, “I’ve noticed you checking me out. You like what you see?” Coach watched Kelvin’s face and the struggle that appeared to be going on. “It’s OK, man,” Coach continued “Some guys like guys and some like girls and some like both. I’m actually pretty flattered that a guy as hot as you would even look at a guy like me.” Kelvin’s heart raced and his stomach clenched. Coach appeared to notice his loss for words but continued, “Haven’t told anyone you’re gay yet, huh? Probably not even yourself.” Coach laughed lightly, “In fact, would it help for you to know that I’m also gay? And not only am I flattered you think I’m worth staring at, but I’ve been checking you out since you started in my class junior year.” Kelvin was torn. A voice inside him screamed for him to get up and walk out, that this was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. Another voice though smoothed over the warning and urged Kelvin to tell Coach what he was feeling, to jump on board and let Coach know the secret that he had been hiding from everyone, including himself. “Coach,” he started, “you’re right. I’m gay.” With those words a heavy weight seemed to lift from Kelvin and something inside him broke open. “God, I’ve been staring at you thinking how hot you are and how much I want to touch you and press up against your naked furry body.” Kelvin suddenly shut up realizing he may have gone too far. Coach got up and walked over to the couch, bending over to pull Kelvin to standing only inches from his own body. “Kelvin, tell me what you want. I know you’ve been waiting, I’ve seen it in your eyes.” As he said this his hand slipped to Kelvin’s jeans and the growing bulge that was there. Squeezing Kelvin’s growing cock tightly, he leaned in and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “I know you want to feel my cock. Go ahead and grab it. You’ve never held another man’s cock have you?” Kelvin shook his head, still unable to speak. Kelvin’s hands went to Coach Foley’s waist and down into his gym shorts. He could feel Coach’s jock and the solid shaft within it that he had noticed earlier. “Let me get these off. I’m pretty sure they are only going to get in the way,” Coach said as he took a step back. He pulled down his zipper on the hoodie, removed and tossed it onto his chair. Next, he released his gym shorts which dropped to the floor leaving him naked except for the black jock strap that cradled his balls and restrained his thick burgeoning boner. He slid back up to Kelvin and grabbed both sides of his face lifting Kelvin’s eyes into his own. “Close your eyes and reach down for my cock,” Coach Foley murmured just inches from Kelvin’s face. As Kelvin shut his eyes and lowered his hand to Coach Foley’s groin he felt Coach’s hot breath on his face and felt Coach’s lips press against Kelvin’s as Kelvin’s hand slid down to wrap around Coach’s hard and thickened dick. Kelvin gasped slightly as Coach’s tongue probed against his lips and pressed past into his mouth. Coach’s pornstache was soft compared to Kelvin’s scruff. He could feel it brushing against him as Coach’s tongue explored every inch of Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin let out a second gasp as he tried to wrap his hand around Coach’s cock. It was so thick his hand could barely get around it. Kelvin’s own dick jumped in anticipation and strained against his underwear and jeans. He could feel his balls ache as if his semen was boiling in his balls seeking desperate release. His shaft was growing rapidly, becoming engorged with blood. He fumbled as he worked Coach’s shaft feeling the thick mushroom head and the large piss slit which was oozing sticky pre-cum. With each exploration of Kelvin’s hands Coach pressed deeper into Kelvin’s hungry mouth wrestling his tongue into submission. As suddenly as it began, Coach pulled his face away from Kelvin still holding the sides of his face. “Good boy,” encouraged Coach Foley, “How did that feel?” Kelvin could only moan as his hands continued to explore every vein of Coach’s shaft and weighed his cum-laden balls in the cup of his hand. Coach took a step back and Kelvin’s hand fell in front of him. Coach Foley took in Kelvin from head to crotch and smiled. “Two things will make this better. First, you have too many clothes on. So lose ‘em. All of them. I want you naked in front of me. NOW.” The last word came out strong and as a command. Kelvin was overwhelmed. Every fiber of his body needed this and needed to do what Coach asked, no what Coach ordered him to do. He quickly lost his shirt and pants, only hesitating as he reached for his underwear. Coach Foley’s eyes, however, bored into his own and the command repeated in Kelvin’s head. NOW! Kelvin was now naked in front of Coach looking into Coach’s eyes which locked onto Kelvin’s. “Good. You can follow directions,” Coach stated matter-of-factly as he stepped forward. “Just listen and do what I say, Kelvin. I know how to make you feel good, feel needed. Right now I want you to bend down and take my nipple in your mouth.” Kelvin dutifully lowered his head finding the nipple with his lips. “Now, start sucking. Keep it up until I say otherwise. I want you nursing on Coach’s teat because that makes Coach rock hard.” Kelvin concentrated on Coach’s nipple, at first tonguing it gently. As he worked the nipple Coach pressed Kelvin’s head from behind forcing him to work the nipple deeper and harder. Kelvin felt Coach’s cock pulsing against his thigh with each suckling. “See, how Coach likes that?” he heard Coach ask. Kelvin could only slightly nod his head in response. After a few minutes Coach switched Kelvin to his other nipple to be serviced. Coach moaned as Kelvin worked the nipples. Coach’s dick seemed impossibly hard and large against Kevin’s thigh. Coach slowly pulled Kelvin from his nipple and stared into Kelvin who’s eye were glassy, a sign that his G-infused blood was in total control. Coach smiled and as Kelvin looked into his face he spat into Kelvin’s open mouth catching Kelvin by surprise. “Bitch, you’re mine,” he growled. “You’re my fucking cum dump from now on. Whether it’s spit or cum,” or other fluids in the future Coach thought wickedly, “you’ll swallow them and thank Coach for choosing you.” Kelvin nodded and licked his lips swallowing the last of Coach’s spit. “Good. Now that we have that understanding,” Coach began, “it’s time to start feeding you coach’s gift of cum. His DNA. The more cum Coach loads into you the more likely you are to continue to grow into a fucking man.” At that Coach grabbed both of Kelvin’s nipples and squeezed tightly. A shock of electricity shot through his nipples and down to his dick which had continued to throb and demand release causing it to press firmly against his belly. Coach pulled down on Kelvin’s nipples and Kelvin’s knees buckled. “Good boy. Down on your knees. Time to worship Coach’s meat with that cock sucking hole of yours. Once you get Coach all the way down that pretty little virgin throat of yours, he’s gonna dump a load of his DNA down your gullet.” Kelvin went to his knees and as he did Coach’s hands when to Kevin’s shoulders and guided him to the floor. Coach’s jock was inches from Kelvin’s face and he could smell the sweat from Coach’s balls. It made him a bit dizzy but he managed to focus on the bulging pouch in front of him. Coach’s hands went to his sides and lowered his jock freeing his thick cock and balls. Kelvin sat mesmerized. Coach’s dick was shorter than Kelvin’s probably just shy of 7” but it was thicker than he imagined. Coach’s shaft was at least 8” around and looked more like a Red Bull can than a dick. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at Coach’s piss slit. He could see shining residue coating the front of Coach’s jock, evidence of massive amounts of jizz that Coach had been leaking. Coach Foley’s balls hung low and were easily a double handful. With their size they promised a large load of cum when finally released and Kelvin, unconsciously, licked his lips with that final thought. “Start with the head, Kelvin. Open your jaw wide and take the head in. See how it tastes. You’ll need to try and relax, because once we get started, we won’t be stopping until my balls are against you chin and my head is swollen in your throat and ready to feed you your first load of Coach’s cum.” Kelvin’s eyes stayed glued to the monster dick in front of him. It seemed impossible that he would be able to swallow it. He leaned forward while Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin and the head popped into Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin could taste the salt and sweat of Coach’s head and it made his head swim. Once inside he could taste the pre-cum which had been coating Coach’s jock. Salty and slippery his tongue slid around the tip and spread the pre-cum through his mouth. He had always thought of cum as sticky but when mixed with the spit in his mouth it became slick and he could feel Coach’s head slide more easily within his jaw. Coach smiled. He could feel Kelvin’s tongue on his cock head and knew that he was exploring the benefits of pre-cum. As Kelvin seemed to adjust to Coach’s girth, Coach shifted his hips sliding his dick down another inch or so. Kelvin’s expression became slightly panicked but Coach placed his hand on the back of Kelvin's head and rubbed it slowly. “Remember,” said Coach, “relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. You’ve got a lot more to go and you need to make it easy on yourself.” He could feel Kelvin relax as he stroked his head and told him how good he was doing. Kelvin had unconsciously started sucking on Coach’s cock. Coach always had his boys start with the nipples and this was why. After working Coach’s nipples sucking on a cock was a natural progression. It also primed his boys for the signals that he would use for Kelvin to suck harder and deeper like he had with the nipples. Kelvin had the first couple inches in now, but the remaining 4” would be the real test. Bending over slightly and holding Kelvin’s head in place he reached for a small brown vial he had made sure was placed within reach. “Ok, Kelvin. So far you’re a prime dick sucker but in order to get Coach’s load we need to get the rest of this dick down your throat. When I put this vial under your nostril I want you to breathe in deeply. It may burn slightly, but keep it up for as long as you can.” Kelvin nodded as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Coach’s dick. Coach lowered the bottle with one hand and pressed his other hand’s finger against Kelvin’s other nostril. “Inhale now, deep as you can,” Coach ordered. Kelvin breathed in deep and the smell slammed into him like a freight train. He rode it out and continued to inhale as Coach had instructed. His head began to swim and he felt Coach switch the bottle to his other hand and plug his other nostril. Without a word, Kelvin again inhaled deeply for as long as he could. The rush was less intense now that he had felt it once but his head continued to swim. Coach repeated it once more in each nostril before setting the bottle down and placing his hands on the back of Kelvin’s head. Kelvin’s head was swimming and he felt as if he might black out. “Now we’ll see how much you want Coach’s load.” Coach gently and steadily pushed his hips forward and applied pressure to the back of Kelvin’s head forcing him further down the shaft. Coach knew that they were getting to the critical point when he felt the edges of Kelvin’s throat on his dick’s head. Gently he rubbed Kelvin’s head and whispered, “Take a deep breath and relax.” Kelvin took a deep breath and again his head swam. Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin while also using his hands massaging the joint of his jaw on both sides. Steadily as his hips advanced, Coach also pushed Kelvin's head further down the monstrous shaft. At first, Coach could feel resistance as his cockhead pushed against the narrowed opening of Kelvin's throat. Coach Foley continued to thrust forward and work Kelvin’s jaw at its hinge with his fingers. Coach could see a small tear form in the corner of Kelvin’s eye and Coach knew Kelvin was doing his best. The sight of Kelvin straining to get Coach's mushroom head past the start of his throat, caused Coach’s dick to stiffen in anticipation. As it did, Coach felt the familiar ‘pop’ as his head slid out of Kelvin’s mouth and into his throat. The last two inches of Coach’s shaft slid easily into Kelvin’s maw once Coach’s cockhead was nestled in his throat. Coach smiled. Not even a single gag, Kelvin was good, maybe good enough to be worthy, but they had time for that and Kelvin still needed to finish this lesson. Kelvin had been straining to admit Coach’s head into his throat and after last the deep breath, there was a silent but noticeable pop, as his throat relaxed and Coach’s masive head slid smoothly into Kelvin's throat. As Coach Foley’s hips moved forward the head slipped further down his throat, and before he realized it, Coach’s balls were resting against his chin. Kelvin sighed and relaxed further as his throat snuggly embraced Coach’s mushroom head and the final couple of inches of the shaft. Coach stayed still allowing Kelvin to get used to the monstrous cock lodged in his throat. Again Coach reached for the brown vial and again Kelvin dutifully inhaled as if moved from one nostril to the other. The now familiar rush rolled over him. He felt completely relaxed and felt as if he could feel every vein of the shaft buried deep in him. Coach was smiling. Now came the fun part. Coach began rocking his hips back and forth while keeping a hold on Kelvin’s head. He felt his cockhead slide smoothly in Kelvin’s throat, enveloping him and smoothly sliding along Kelvin’s throat. As he became certain Kelvin was tolerating his small thrusts he made his thrusts longer and deeper. Kelvin came close to gagging a time or two but Coach’s hands rubbed at the joint in Kelvin’s jaw and the gagging stop as Kelvin relaxed. Kelvin’s throat was smooth and Coach knew that it wouldn’t be long until his first load was deep inside Kelvin but he wasn’t in a rush either, enjoying the steady tempo and building need to blow. Kelvin was completely lost in the flood of sensations. He could feel his throat as it massaged Coach’s head with each pelvic thrust and could feel his own dick stiffen. He moved his hand to grab his dick and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then becoming more frenetic as his balls ached to spew their load. Suddenly Coach’s hips stopped and Kelvin felt Coach smack the side of his head hard enough to get Kelvin’s attention. Kelvin immediately dropped his hands from his dick and sat motionless with Coach’s cock deep in his throat. “Focus on ME, Kelvin,” coached growled. “You’re my fuck toy and you need to show me you’re willing to work to get Coach’s cum. You’ll get your chance after I finish and only then. If you EVER cum before me, you’ll be out on your ass and will never get another drop of Coach’s cum. You understand?” A passing moment of fear raced through Kelvin’s mind at the thought of never feeling Coach inside him again. He nodded as best he could and folded his arms behind his back to help remove all temptation to grab his own dick. “Good,” growled Coach. “I’m glad we understand each other.” Once Kelvin’s hands were away Coach returned to thrusting his hips, increasing his tempo even more. Now without the distraction of his own dick, Kelvin’s attention focused in on the shaft penetrating his throat. The rest of him faded away and all he could feel was his throat and all he wanted was to show Coach how much he deserved that load of cum. As he focused in he realized that by flexing his throat he could tighten on the downstroke and release on the upstroke. As he experimented with this new found ability he heard Coach moan loudly. “Shit, Kelvin,” coached breathed heavily, “You’re a quick learner.” Kelvin felt Coach’s tempo increase and he worked his muscles to keep up. Coach’s breaths were short and rapid. “Fuck Kelvin, I’m about to shoot. You better make sure that every single drop goes down. Coach doesn’t want a single drop spilled.” Kelvin tried his best to make a noise indicating he understood. “Here it comes, bitch!” and Coach Foley roared out as his dick began to convulse. Kelvin could feel every wave as Coach’s cum flooded down the thick shaft and deep into Kelvin’s throat. At first, Kelvin thought he might choke but he pulled Coach’s head as far down into his throat as he could. Kelvin lost count after five spurts of cum slid down his throat. He felt almost like he was drowning. Coach’s cum was viscous and he could feel it sliding deep down inside him. Eventually, Coach’s thrust became less frenzied and Kelvin could feel the massive cock deflate slightly but still it filled his now cum lubricated throat. “Now that was a fucking blow job!” Coach exclaimed. “Hope that was a good load. It was at least 4 days’ worth.” Coach relaxed but left the head of his dick resting in Kelvin’s throat. “Now it’s your turn Kelvin. Show me exactly how much you enjoyed swallowing Coach’s load.” Kelvin hesitated at first remembering Coach’s previous warning but the aching of his dick and the tightness in his balls won out. Kelvin barely managed three strokes before he felt his balls lurch upward and felt spurt after spurt of cum land on the floor behind Coach Foley. “Yeah, we’ve got a shooter here,” Coach applauded. As his orgasm died down he looked at the wads of cum which covered the floor. Kelvin had never cum like that before nor had he ever spewed that much cum. Coach patted Kelvin’s head and slowly tilted his hips back allowing his cockhead to once again ‘pop’ past the narrow entry of Kelvin’s throat and slip out of his mouth leaving a trail of spent cum as it slid out. Coach grabbed Kelvin by the nipples, squeezing them tightly while pulling him up from his knees. Kelvin found himself face to face with Coach Foley who was grinning widely, obviously happy. Coach bent over and once again pressed his lips firmly against Kelvin’s and invading Kelvin’s mouth once again with his thick and powerful tongue. As they locked for several minutes he felt Coach’s hands reach behind him and squeeze Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin shivered slightly and Coach backed his tongue and lips away. “Nothing better than tasting my cum in your mouth, Kelvin. You managed to swallow that huge load and I’m pretty impressed.” Kelvin smiled at the compliment. As each of them fished for their clothes Coach said, “Now we need to discuss a few things. First, as we discussed, you’re now my fuck toy to use as I want, whenever I want. In return, you’ll get a regular diet of my cum to grow strong on.” Kelvin nodded. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to take another of Coach’s load. “Second,” continued Coach, your ass will be down here every 8th and 9th period from now until the end of the school year. I’ve written a note to your counselor stating that you’ll be taking weight training as an independent study course. That will ensure we have plenty of opportunities for you to get fed regularly.” Coach smiled. “And of course, once we’re both comfortable and need a little variety maybe we’ll work on busting that other cherry of yours.” A worried look passed over Kelvin’s face and he spoke softly, “Uh, I don’t want to piss you off Coach but I don’t think I’m much interested in getting fucked.” Kelvin dropped his eyes knowing that Coach could very well tell Kelvin to get his ass out. “Kelvin,” Coach sighed, “Let’s make a deal. We don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and will stick with what we both enjoy. If there comes a time, though, that you change your mind, I’m going to make you ask for it. Maybe even beg for it. And like our previous deal, once you agree, your ass will literally be mine to use. Deal?” Coach Foley saw a look of relief pass over Kelvin’s face. “Sure Coach,” said Kelvin, “That’s a deal I can live up to.” Coach smiled as Kelvin picked up his clothes and headed out into the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. It was a deal Coach could live with too. Kelvin was going to make this a challenge and Coach loved a challenge. Even with a high viral load, Coach wasn’t likely to get enough cum deep enough into Kelvin during just oral sex to see if he was worthy of Coach’s virus. He’d have to make sure that by June he had enough cum swimming inside Kelvin’s guts to determine if he was worthy. Already this looked like this could be a challenge. But Coach always liked challenges and he always played to win.

Old money means more in America than most people want to admit. Wealth, power, the right to do what you want and get away with shit - ah the joy of it all! My name is Heinrich Meyer and my family moved to Chicago in the early 1900s where we became one of the great families of the city. My ancestors were dukes or barons or some other drivel title hundreds of years ago and while there is no disputing we were rich as fuck when we arrived, how my great grandfather came about that wealth is of much dispute. Some in the family say he robbed, then killed his father before fleeing the old country. Others say that he had split from his family as a young man and had already made a fortune by the time he turned 20. Either way, when he arrived in Chicago he brought chests of gold and an entire village population with him to create his new kingdom. Even now, while the Castle - our family home - has changed little since then, what were peasant hovels and workshops that surrounded it for blocks in every direction have now developed into a thriving and prosperous neighborhood. We own it all and they - and the family fortune - will someday be all mine. In the meantime, I get to enjoy all that life has to offer. For example, right now I have a silver tray filled with lines of the best cocaine, sitting next to a rare bottle of Scotch, while I watch my whipping boy get his ass mercilessly fucked by a couple hood thugs from the south side. There are some families who move to America and assimilate. Not the Meyers. Oh we ‘play’ the all American family for the public, but behind closed doors the old country still rules. We rarely speak English at home, the old traditions bind us, and of those - the one I have loved the most - has been the whipping boy. Jaegar, which means ‘hunter’, has been my only real companion since I can remember and he has the honor of being my whipping boy. Both his parents, like everyone else within a few miles of the Castle, work for my family as they have for generations going back to the old country. I was only a baby when Jaegar - who was a few weeks older than me - was chosen. You see, as the family prince I could not be allowed to socialize with the riff raff, yet every child needs a pet - and a whipping boy - and mine was Jaegar. My sisters had their little girl companions who would come and go, but my Jaegar was a constant, especially since I was the only son and the eldest. He slept in my room in his own little cot at the foot of bed unless I had kicked him into the hall. He ate his meals with me, would entertain me, and most importantly, when I got into trouble it was Jaegar who got punished. My kinderfrau, or nanny, was an old, mean crone like they all are, and I did my best to make her life as miserable as she made mine. It was Jaegar who really paid the price though and as I got older I would spend the hours when I was supposed to be studying at my fancy prep school, thinking of ways to torture them both. Jaegar took it all with honor, dignity, and even a smile. It was his duty, but according to my Oma - or grandmother - it was love, adoration, a will to serve and please me beyond all else. Well that just pissed me off and made me want to punish him more. Watching Jaegar arch his back in pain as the first thug dick slammed into him made me smile. That’s it! I snorted some coke, sipped my Scotch, and watched my latest punishment unfold. I was jealous of Jaegar, always had been, I know that, and for that he had to pay as well. Where I was shorter and lithe like all the men in my family, Jaegar was true peasant stock - thick built, tall, and a dick to rival the two thugs he was now serving at my command. It was a clinical jealousy though. Jaegar and I had never even discussed anything sexual, let alone experimented. It just was not done. He was, well, the whipping boy. He had his place and I had mine. That was that. So why did I set up this fuck fest session to see him punished? My 18th birthday was two weeks ago and my father, several of my uncles, and a few of my older cousins took me to our lodge up in Wisconsin to celebrate. Drugs and alcohol are embraced vices within my family, and there was plenty of both from the moment we arrived. It was late on the first night, I had drank more than I was accustomed to and my Onkel Derych - my father’s brother - helped me up the stairs. I leaned against him as I took off my pants and when I turned to climb into the bed, Onkel Derych grabbed me by the waist, pulled me back against him, laughing, slurring, and telling me what a nice ass I had. I didn’t understand and when I tried to push him away, he pulled tighter, and so I started to yell. The door banged open and there in the light of the hallway was my vater - my father. “LASS DEN QUATSCH!” my father yelled. I stopped, my father strode in, walked over to me, and slapped me hard across the face. I gaped at him, touched my now tender jaw. My father had never hit me. Ever. He had hit Jaegar many times, but never me. I instinctively turned, trying to find where Jaegar was and why father had not hit him. Onkel held my arms as my father unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. I stared as he stroked his hard hard dick with his left hand while calmly sipping a glass of liquor from his right. Onkel pushed me forward and then down to my knees. I looked up, my father finished his drink and threw the glass against the far wall before looking down at me and saying, “Tonight, tonight you are a man in the eyes of the law of this country. But in my eyes, and in the eyes of your Onkels and cousins, you are nothing, and will remain nothing until you find some way to prove yourself a true man - a true Meyer. To begin, you will learn your first lesson and this is how to please me and your Onkels. That is the job of the youngest male from when they turn 18 until they are replaced, to please us - all of us - whenever we demand it. You will marry in time - when I decide it is right. You will be faithful to your wife and will never have a mistress or use a whore like those bauers, or workers, we employ. Men have urges and needs, as God willed it, but we are the masters, WE are the ones in control, and to ensure our line and to protect the family - the family provides all that we need. Do you understand?” I didn’t understand, not really, but as my father guided my mouth to his throbbing cock, I accepted my duty. I did my duty and swallowed as my father shot his salty semen into my mouth. I did my duty and did not fight back or cry out when my Onkel Derych pushed his dick into my ass and fucked me. I held my head high and did my duty as my father and Onkel guided me back downstairs where I found my other family members all in various states of sexual activity. Generally it was the Onkels fucking the cousins, but there were some who switched, to my surprise. Maybe I will share more about that night another time. The next morning I awoke sore, hung over, and still somewhat confused by the night’s events. My cousins smiled as I walked downstairs for some much needed juice, and when I asked where my father was they just snickered and said he was in his room with tante. My aunt? I walked back up stairs and to the far side of the lodge and heard moans and groans coming from my father’s room. The door was ajar, I pushed it open and gasped - there was my father on his hands and knees on the bed being fucked by Klaus! Klaus had been my father’s whipping boy when he was younger and had become my father’s right hand man and business manager. Well fuck! Clearly they were more than that. Klaus stopped, my father turned and saw me, he reached back and patted Klaus’ left hand that was holding his hip. Klaus relaxed his grip, my father slid off his dick, walked over to me, pulled me into the room, shut the door behind me, and then led me over to the bed. My father laughed at the look on my face as I stared at Klaus’ large cock before ordering me to please them both. I avoided my father, uncles, and cousins as much as I could the next two weeks, but they all knew every hiding place there was in the Castle and my father especially seemed to delight in making me bend forward to receive his watery seed. Each time one of them found me, I swore I would make Jaegar pay and so I shared with him my plan to spend a weekend at a fancy downtown hotel, just him and me, to give us a chance to celebrate my birthday - together, just us. Jaegar was excited, and babbled on about room service, maybe going to a club, and more. I had made other plans. We arrived at the hotel at 1:30 p.m for an early check in and as soon as we got to the room I brought out the coke, poured a drink, and Jaegar happily joined me. We laughed, joked, told childhood stories, shared our dreams for the future and for a moment, just a moment, I forgot all about my need to punish Jaegar. The loud knock on the hotel room door reminded me. I ordered Jaegar to stay seated, went to the door and opened it for the two thugs. They had posted an ad online looking for a pay-to-play set up. A few emails later and it was all arranged and agreed to. For a healthy tip for their time and assurances I had party favors, they would fuck my friend and let me watch. The money I offered was enough to silence any questions they had about why I wanted it that way. “Hey, you got the roses?” the taller of the two thugs asked. They appeared to be a few years older than me and I was lost a bit in thought when they asked again. “Roses?” I said. “Fuck man yeah, the cash. Pay-to-play. We smokin or what?” Jaegar stood up, “What’s going on?” he asked. The thugs brushed past him, snorted a few lines off the plate, poured some drinks, lit some smokes, and started to get undressed. “What’s going on? Tell me!” Jaegar said with a layer of fear in his voice. I grabbed him by his arm, squeezed and snapped, “What the fuck do you think? These two gentlemen are looking for some white ass and since they can’t have mine - they will be taking yours instead.” Several expressions came over Jaegar’s face - anger, hurt, resignation, determination, duty - yes duty - the good whipping boy knew his place. I could smell the cheesey, unwashed head of the first thug’s dick when he dropped his boxers. Disgusting. The second thug stood beside me and cleared a few more lines, then he too undressed. He smelled nothing like my father, or uncles, or cousins. He too was clearly unwashed, but the aroma was not unpleasant and I had a fleeting desire to reach out and touch him. To feel the heft of his long, black dick. To slide my tongue around the bulbous head. To taste….NEIN! NO! I would not. The thugs stood side by side with a naked Jaegar at their feet. While they finished their smokes they guided Jaegar’s mouth first from one dick, to the next, until both were sloppy wet with his spit. Then with brutal efficiency and strength the thugs had Jaegar on his hands and knees on the bed ready to get the full 20+inches of punishment they were being well paid to dole out. Jaeger turned his head towards me and begged, “Heinrich, PLEASE?!” He never used my name - why would he - except on a few rare occasions when he had tried to comfort me. Thinking of that, him seeing my weakness, made me wanted him to be punished all the more. “Do it.” I ordered. The thugs laughed, one of them grabbed Jaegar’s head and he started gagging and choking on the rough, thug dick. I snorted another line and smiled as the second thug spit on his dick, spit on Jager’s clenched ass, slapped his ass hard several times and ordered him to relax before he he mounted him and started fucking with no mercy. I snorted another line and smiled. YES - Jaegar’s body was shaking from pain, “Fuck him harder!” I ordered, and the thugs complied, skewering Jaegar’s throat and ass with brutal strokes of raw black dick. As the thug fucking his throat pulled back and released Jaegar’s head so he could adjust his angle, Jaeger turned, his eyes met mine, and there was something about the pain I saw there that I did not like. I quickly looked away, grabbed the tray and snorted two more lines. The thug who was fucking Jaegar pulled out his ass, Jaeger winced, choked on the dick in his mouth, but stayed in position. I held the tray up as the thug walked over, his black dick twitching, covered in spit, and the blood and juice of Jaegar’s ass. “Taste it,” the thug demanded in a quiet whisper. He was standing so close now, blocking my vision of Jaegar. I craned my neck and looked up into his face. My hand shook as the thug snorted a line, I set the tray down and turned my head. The thug walked back to the bed, remounted Jaeger and it was not long before he announced, “GETTING READY TO CUM UP IN THAT ASS - FUCKING HELL, TIGHT HOLE - TAKE THIS FUCKIN NUTT MAN…” I watched in utter fascination as the thug slam fucked Jaegaer with all out abandon. His hips and thighs were hitting Jaegar with full force as his monster BBC turned that ass inside out. My father and uncles fucked like girly robots compared to this guy and something about it was mesmerizing to watch, to hear, to wonder about. The thug shook his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and pulled his dick out of Jaegar’s now cum filled ass. Jaegar grunted and as the thug fucking his throat let go of his head, Jaegar lifted his hips up, laid his chest down on the bed, offering his torn and bloody ass for the second round of gut beating. The thug who was now back in front of me cleaning up one side of the tray of coke laughed and said, “Your boy took that like a fucking champ. He’s not a virgin any more, that’s for fucking sure.” His body was blocking the view of the bed again, but I heard Jaegar grunt - the second guy must have just mounted him. The thug set the tray down, leaned forward and demanded once more in a quiet whisper, “Taste it.” I turned my head slightly, but the site of his still throbbing and hard dick was fascinating, more so knowing that the streaks of red, mixed with white gobs, was the effect of Jaeger’s bloody ass and the thug’s cum. I quickly licked his gory shaft clean then stumbled as I stood up and grabbed the tray and said, “We need more supplies.” The thug laughed and walked back towards the bed. When I sat back down in the chair, the silver tray coated with many lines of white cocaine once more, a shiver ran up my spine. The thug that had just cum inside Jaegar was now fucking his throat, but was looking at me. He had a twisted smirk on his face, the smirk of someone who had a secret or had won a game. Jaegar’s eyes were closed as the second thug fucked him rougher and harder than the first if that was possible. I smiled thinking he was in pain and that his punishment was almost complete, but stopped - Jaeger was moaning, he was rocking his body back and forth meeting every thrust of the BBC - he was fucking enjoying it! NO! I was jealous of his pleasure, and angered that he was not being punished as he should have been. He was the one who should have been used by my family that night. Not me. It was the whipping boy’s job to serve and to be punished - not MINE! “Slap him. Spank him. MAKE IT HURT!” I demanded. The two thugs looked at me, laughed, and the one who’s dick I tasted said, “Oh, his ass pussy hurts for sure.” That wasn’t good enough. I snorted two more lines, slammed the tray onto the table, got up, went to the closet, pulled the belts off my and Jaegar’s pants, took another $200 out of my wallet, stormed across the room and thrust the belts and cash towards the thugs. “MAKE - IT - HURT!!” I demanded again. The rhythmic sound of leather on skin, mixed with the grunts of pain from Jaegar was music to my ears and I sighed, satisfied, as I sat back down and grabbed the tray. The thugs were turning Jaegar’s back, thighs, and arms red with welted stripes as they fucked him from both ends. Jaegar’s body was shaking now - GOOD! The whipping boy was doing his duty, taking his punishment. The tempo of fucking and belt smacks picked up as the second thug got ready to breed Jaegar too, “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK IN THAT WHITE PUSSY - SLOPPY PUSSY - LET ME TAKE THAT SECOND HOLE - OWN THAT SHIT - THAT PUSSY MINE! HERE IT COMES - FLOODING THEM GUTZ OUT - FLOODING THAT PUSSY HOLE - PLANTING THAT SHIT DEEP IN...AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH…!!!!” I was now leaning forward in the chair, transfixed on this scene of abuse, use, and decadence. I smiled in satisfaction as Jaegar winced when the dick was yanked out of his now tender hole. I smiled as Jaegar dropped onto his stomach on the bed, his sides heaving. I smiled at the red criss cross marks that layered his skin now. The second thug walked over and stood in front of me blocking my view of the bed as I held up the silver tray. He snorted deep and hard and as he took his fill I eyed his still hard shaft. It was thicker than the first one, but like his was still raging hard and coated in red, gobs of white, and more. The slit was wide open, glistening long strands still pumping out and without asking I guided it to my mouth and licked him clean savoring the taste of Jaegar’s punishment. I set the tray down, the thugs started to get dressed over by Jaegar who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed with a look on his face I had never seen before. I stood up, walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face. I patted my face dry, walked back out into the room and stopped cold. Jaegar was standing in the middle of the floor, his big dick sticking straight out, as were the horse sized BBC’s of the thugs who were standing on each side of him. “Jaegar?” I asked. The sound of leather on skin echoed throughout the room as Jaegar slapped the two belts into the open palm of his left hand. He took a step forward and said, “NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN WHO THE REAL MASTER IS AND WHO IS REALLY THE WHIPPING BOY.”

Just had a college guy come by and give me a quick load. He is home for the holidays. My wife is out shopping, but was due back soon. I took the risk and had him come over. I snuck him in my RV parked near my house. He dropped his pants and was already hard. Average length and girth. I sucked him for about 30 seconds, applied some vaseline, turned around, dropped my sweat pants, and he shoved his cock up my married ass easily enough. He fucked me hard for about 2 minutes before blowing a huge load up my ass. Pulled his pants up and he was gone. Sitting here with that nice gooey ass feeling. He's leaving town tomorrow, unfortunately, so I'm not sure if there will be repeat.

As a kid, I had a crush on my cousin. He was a year older than me and loved sports. I was kinda wimpy and he always wanted to play tackle football (when we were 10, 11). We lived near each other, so we spent the night at each others house pretty often. When I was 15 I lived with his family for about 8 months. They were living in a small house and his older brother, me and him shared a room. I slept on the floor between their beds. The older brother was often not there, so it was just me and him. There were times when I thought I heard him masturbating, but was never sure. He had an electric blanket and the control was right next to me on the floor, a couple of times i turned it up hoping he'd throw his covers off and I'd be able to see him. Nothing ever happened, but even so many years later, I still have dreams of him wanting to fuck me.

I think it's that BB'ers are more uninhibited in general. I love it at the bathhouse when I'm getting fucked in a common area and there are a bunch of guys watching me take cock--especially when the audience gets verbal about what a cock loving cum slut I am. Plus, with an audience, there's almost always a second guy waiting to jump in once the first top has blown his load!

I began making preparations for my trip a few days ahead of time. Whereas I normally masturbate once a day or at least every two days, I stopped for a week before the meeting. I wanted to be super horny. I picked up a big bottle of 190 proof (95% pure alcohol) Everclear at the liquor store. I stopped at a local adult store one day at lunch to buy a new bottle of poppers, a butt plug and a big bottle of lube. I consumed only liquids and protein shakes for 2 days before the meeting. When my wife asked why I didn’t want to eat dinner, I told her that I had eaten big lunches at work and wasn’t hungry. Finally I picked up a bottle of magnesium citrate and an enema kit at the pharmacy. These would insure that I was thoroughly cleaned out. Thursday morning I said goodbye to my wife and drove 3 hours to the meeting. I took a 5mg Cialis with my coffee as soon as I was out of the driveway. The city where the meeting was held has a large gay population and I found myself checking out guys as I drove wondering if they were gay. I could hardly keep my mind on the discussion during the meeting as my mind kept drifting to the fun I planned to have later. At lunchtime I took another Cialis. A couple of times during the afternoon session I developed an erection. Fortunately we were all sitting around a large conference table and I was able to get by with no one noticing it. The meeting ended at 4:00 and I headed to the motel I planned to stay at. I told the desk clerk that I preferred a room on the first floor and away from other occupied rooms if possible. I would be up late working and have the TV on late and didn’t want to disturb anyone in adjoining rooms. The clerk gave me a room towards the back, well away from other occupied rooms. After getting checked into my room I got things setup for the evening. I made myself the first drink of the evening and logged in to check my regular emails and my social media pages and relax. About 5:30 I called my wife and told her the meeting was over for the day and I had my room for the night. I told her that I was getting ready to meet up with some of the meeting attendees for cocktails and dinner and probably wouldn’t be back to my room until 10. She told me to enjoy myself. I totally planned on it but not in the way she was thinking. I stripped naked and using the enema I had purchased, I flushed myself out several times so I was squeaky clean. Then I touched up the shave job on my balls, around my hole, in my crack, and around my cock. Usually I shave about an inch above my cock but I was feeling extra wild and decided to shave my entire pubic mound smooth. Then a nice long shower and I was ready for the evening. As I sat down at my computer I made my 3rd drink of the evening and began logging into a number of hookup sites and posting ads looking for a partner or partners for later in the evening. I knew it was a weeknight and many people had to work the next day, but I was hopeful that I would find someone to play. Once my ads were posted, I began watching porn. I would casually play with my nipples, or my cock or my balls as I enjoyed the porn. If I got too close to cumming I would take a break for a few minutes and chat with friends on social media until my erection subsided and then I would go back to the porn. I continued to make drinks and by 9:30 I had a little buzz from them and was anxious to do some serious playing. I had gotten a couple of responses to my ads and a few guys had emailed me on the hookup sites, but nothing looked promising for a hookup. At 10 I called home and told my wife that I was back to my room from dinner. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her that it had been a long day and with a few drinks at dinner I was tired and was going to go to bed. We said goodnight and as I hung up the phone I drank the last of my drink and fixed another much stronger one. It was time to get down to some serious playtime and I was still hopeful for a hookup. I pulled up some of my favorite BB porn videos that I had downloaded from the internet and began watching them. I got out some of the wide rubber bands I use as cock rings and proceeded to put a couple on. They not only give me harder erections, but they also delay my orgasms. I wrapped one of them a couple of times around the top of my ball sac and then wrapped another one a couple of times around my whole package. Then I got the lube and lathered up my cock, balls, crack and hole. I began working first one, then 2, then 3 fingers into my hole gently opening it up. I was tight as it had been almost two years since I had anything other than my fingers in it. Then I finished my drink and made another as I again checked my email and hookup sites. My hole was feeling empty without my fingers in it so I got the butt plug and lubed it up and began inserting it. I worked it in an out letting my hole gradually expand. I love the idea of a wide gaping hole and it was a fantasy to someday be able to take a fist and forearm up my ass so I had bought a good size plug. I got my water bottle with the paper toweling in it that I use for my poppers and then opened the new bottle of poppers I bought and poured a bit into the water bottle. I put the cap on tight and shook it up letting the toweling soak up the fresh poppers. I could feel the sides of the bottle getting harder and expanding as the vapor pressure built up inside. After about a minute I exhaled deeply then took the cap off the water bottle and shoved the neck into my nostril. Pinching the other side shut I took a huge hit. The seal between the bottle neck and my nose insured I was inhaling nothing but popper vapors. I switched sides doing it again as I felt the huge rush hit me. Quickly replacing the cap on the bottle I began pushing on the plug trying to get it fully inside. I could almost get it in but I was just too tight and the pain was too much. I had another drink and took more popper hits but still was unsuccessful. I was starting to get frustrated when an idea hit me. I had no problem ripping my hole open, actually the idea really turned me on, but I just didn’t want it to hurt so much I didn’t enjoy the experience. Being treated for back problems for many years I had been prescribed numerous pain medications. I always kept any remaining pills so that if I ever needed something for pain I had a variety to pick from. Trams, Vics and even some Oxy. I grabbed my shave kit from my overnight bag and looked to see what I had with me. Perusing my selection and the task I was trying to accomplish I decided on the Oxycontin. I only used this for excruciating back pain and most times only took a half a one. I had one and a half tablets left. Looking back, with all the alcohol I had drank already, I should have chosen something less strong. But I was going to get the whole plug up my ass even if I had to rip my sphincter in two. As I tried to decide whether to take the half a tablet or the whole one, I felt my rock hard cock bobbing up and down. Grabbing the water bottle I took another hit of poppers as I took the whole tablet and began to crush it up. Retrieving an empty water glass, I added the crushed up Oxy and a shot of the Everclear to dissolve it. I carry a couple of irrigation syringes in my shave kit. They are like hypodermic syringes except they don’t have a sharp needle on the end. I use them for nasal and ear irrigation. I grabbed one from my kit and as soon as the Oxy was all dissolved I sucked the mixture into the syringe, leaned over the edge of the bed, inserted it as deep as I could and depressed the plunger spraying the mixture of alcohol and drug onto the walls of my ass. I immediately felt the fiery burn of the alcohol but as it began to subside I felt a spreading warmth as the Oxy was absorbed. I set the syringe back in the water glass and sat back down at my laptop. As I waited for the Oxy to build to its full effect, I poured another drink and checked my social media page, the hook up sites and my email. There were a couple of responses but after a couple of messages back and forth it was clear that none of them were available to play that night as they had to work the next day. It was about 11PM and I was quite high from the alcohol and the Oxy and my erection had softened a bit. I grabbed another Cialis and swallowed it down with my drink as I went back to watching porn. I picked a hot BB video of a guy in a sling at a bathhouse being fucked by anonymous strangers. As my cock returned to a full erection I again began to work the butt plug in my hole. After 5 minutes or so I was ready. I had about two thirds of it in me when I stood up and braced the base of it firmly on the chair I had been sitting on. Then I grabbed my water bottle and took several huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit me I lowered myself slowly down feeling a lot of pressure and stretching as the remainder of the plug entered my hole. When I got to the widest part I stopped for a second, downed the rest of my drink and took another hit of poppers before I suddenly sat the rest of the way down feeling it pop all the way inside. I was in a state of euphoria as I began to slowly bounce up and down feeling the plug inside of me. I relaxed for a moment and poured another drink. I checked my email and the hookup sites again but there were no new responses. It was looking like I was not going to be hooking up with anyone as it was 11:15. Well I could have plenty of fun on my own. I brought up another favorite BB video. Except this one had a hot bear with a big dick and a bio hazard tattoo fucking a negative guy. As the video started I lathered up my cock and balls with lube and stroked myself to a rock hard erection. Then I took some big hits from my poppers. Pulling my legs up and spreading my knees wide I grabbed hold of the butt plug and began twisting it and pulling it in and out. I loved how my hole opened as I pulled it out and shoved it back in again. I knew my hole had to be gaping. I imagined it was me being fucked by the Poz guy.

I got an email yesterday afternoon from a hot black guy from Los Angeles, that has fucked me a number of times when he's been traveling here to Las Vegas. He said he had just arrived in town to visit family for Christmas. He was staying at his cousin's place. And that they both wanted to fuck me around 6pm when his cousin got home from work. I emailed back that I was interested and available. He gave me the address and told me to be there at 6pm. This black guy is one hot top. His name is Dwayne. I first met him through a Craigslist ad about 2 years ago. He comes to Las Vegas every couple of months and has fucked me about a dozen times in the past 2 years. So, I was eager to take his dick and his load again. I didn't even ask anything about his cousin. I just figured any additional black dick would be fun. All I knew about the cousin, was that his name was Bernard. And he worked security for one of the big hotel's on the Strip. I arrived at Bernard's condo a few minutes early. Dwayne opened the door. Gorgeous as always. 6'2'', 240 and muscular. Sporting a short goatee and a day's growth of stubble on the rest of his face. Handsome as hell. He was wearing a basketball shorts and a wife-beater tee shirt, which showed off his muscled arms perfectly. He invited me in. As I stepped into the living room, I could see another black dude sitting on the sofa. He glanced up at me, giving me the "once over". "This is my cousin's friend, Morris. I hope you wouldn't mind if he joined us?" Dwayne asked? "Yeah. I'm cool with that." I said. Morris is about 5'10", 200 and also very muscular. Where Dwayne has a light chocolate complexion, Morris has very, very dark, black skin. So black, that it almost shined. Not exactly handsome. But, his muscular build was very appealing. "My cousin just texted me that he's just a few minutes away. He wants us to get started". "Ok, cool", I said, as I followed Dwayne back to one of the bedrooms. The room was dark. We all three stripped naked. And I dropped to my knees to suck on Dwayne's cock. As I sucked, Dwayne's cock grew to it's full 9"s. Even though the room was nearly pitch dark, I could see Morris standing next to us. His cock already hard, stroking it just inches from my face. I turned my head and sucked on Morris's cock. It was just as long as Dwayne's. But even thicker. "Get on your knees on the bed, Bitch", Dwayne said to me. I did as I was told and knelt on the edge of the king size bed that filled the room. I was already prepared with my brown bottle of poppers in my hand. Knowing that Dwayne likes to immediately "get down to business", I took some deep hits of poppers to prepare me for his dick to quickly slide into me. Instead, I felt Morris put his face against my ass and lick my hole. I could tell it was Morris, because the face was smooth shaven, like his. Morris was an expert ass eater. He spread my ass cheeks and slid his tongue deep up into my hole. He had me moaning and squirming as he kissed and licked my fuck hole. He'd spit on my hole, then slide the spit up inside me with his tongue. I continued to sniff on my poppers as Morris rimmed my ass. Soon, Morris's tongue was replaced by his cock. He slipped up into me in one slow thrust. Then he grabbed me around the waist and began to pump. "Good Bitch", I heard Dwayne say. "How does his ass feel?", Dwayne asked Morris. "Nice and silky hole", Morris replied. Soon I heard someone else enter the room. "How's the hole?" I heard the strange voice ask, as I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. "Morris is liking it, Cuz", Dwayne chuckled. "Slide up into it, yourself, Dwayne said. "Naaaah, You fuck him for a bit. He's going to need to be stretched out before he can take my dick". his cousin laughed. Morris pulled out of me and I felt the familiar cock of Dwayne slide easily up inside me. Dwayne immediately began to pound me hard and deep. I felt someone climb onto the bed in front of me. There was just enough light to be able to see that it was Bernard. He was even taller than his cousin. Bernard had to be at least 6'4", Muscular, but very thin. But the dick he put to my lips was anything BUT thin. Bernard was already. His cock had to be at least 9" or 9 1/2" long. And extremely thick. His cockhead was like a huge mushroom. And covered with foreskin. I sucked on his foreskin as Dwayne continued to pound my ass. "I've got 2 more buddies coming over. Can you handle it, Bitch?" Bernard said to me. "Uh, huh" I grunted as Bernard's cock slid past my lips and down my throat. I had 2 BBC's fucking both my holes. "I thought you wouldn't mind", Bernard said. "Dwayne told me you were a hungry pig". he laughed. Dwayne pulled out and Morris slid back into me. Morris was really pounding me, this time. He slapped my ass a few times as his cock slammed into me. Soon, Bernard pulled out of my mouth and said, "Ready or not, here I come". He climbed off the bed and walked behind me. Morris pulled out and I felt cold lube being dribbled onto my hole. I heard more lube being squeezed out and Morris was lubing up his cock. Morris's thick mushroom cockhead was soon pressing against my hole. I opened my poppers and took a couple of deep drags on it. I knew I was going to need help taking this big one. Morris soon pushed hard and his cock plopped up inside me. It hurt a bit. But I wanted it badly. I kept sniffing the poppers as he slid balls deep into me. He immediately began to pump deeply in me. "Nice pussy", Bernard said as he fucked me. A few minutes later I heard a couple of more guys enter the room. Once again, I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. After a few minutes of Bernard's cock fucking me, he slid out and another cock took it's place. For more than an hour, 5 BBC's took turns filling my ass. When the first guy came inside me, he pulled out and Morris put his mouth up to my asshole, licking the cum that was dripping from my hole. Morris was one hot ass eater. He'd get his tongue deep, up inside me. Taking as much of the other guys cum as he could eat. Then another cock slid into me. Once he came, Morris again ate the load from my hole. Dwayne's familiar cock put the third load in my ass. Morris again licked up the remnants. Then Morris took his turn, fucking me, until he planted his load in me. Then eating his own load that was leaking from my hole with all the other loads. Bernard was the last to seed me. Bernard again sipped into me and fucked me with no mercy. His thrusts were so hard, that it would knock the breath out of me. I would grunt with each of his thrusts. Finally, after about 10 minutes of his assault on my ass, I heard him groan and unload his balls in my hole. As soon as Bernard pulled out, Morris again licked what he could from my ass. As much as I loved it, and I did, love it. I was glad for it to be over. My ass was sore and raw. I climbed off the bed as Bernard handed me a few tissues. I wiped my ass with the tissues, then put the tissues to my nose. I wanted to smell the beautiful aroma of their cum. We all dressed in the dark. Then as we entered the living room I caught the first good look at Bernard and his two buddies. I had 5 loads of cum inside me from those 5 black studs. I was in heaven. I thanked them all and told them I would love to take their loads at any time. Dwayne told me he'd be in Vegas until after New Year's. I told them I wanted to do it again. I sure hope we can make it happen. It was one of the best times I've had in bed, in a long time.

This story is quite long and though I have come to a point where I could stop and it would be a complete story in itself, I plan to continue adding to it. I think the background and build up is necessary to understand and feel the full affect. Because of the length of what I have written so far, I will post it in installments giving readers a chance to digest each segment. I am posting it in this section even though the beginning installments contain no mention of chems except alcohol and poppers. Chems do come into play later and I wanted to keep it all together. Comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. I will add that a large portion of the story is based upon real life events with the remainder of it being fantasy just waiting for the right time, the right place, the right situation, and the right people for it to become reality. Enjoy. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of the ad that just popped up in Casual Encounters M for M on Craigslist. I didn’t need to open it to know what it said, because it was my ad. I wrote it. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am a late 50’s, bi white male. Just your average guy. Six feet tall, about 220 lbs. I am slowly working on losing about 40 lbs. but currently I am a bit of bear. I am considered attractive by both women and men. I have a good professional career and my wife (female) and I enjoy a comfortable upper middle class life. Respected by my coworkers, friends, and neighbors, nobody even suspects that I also enjoy sex with men or the wild fantasies I have. Playtime is typically just quick masturbation sessions while watching porn when I have some alone time. My choice of porn is very broad including straight, bi, tranny, and of course gay. Occasionally I have the opportunity to stop by an adult bookstore and sometimes I will get lucky and have a quick hookup. Honestly I would love to be able to hookup much more often. I occasionally have an out of town meeting for work that requires me to stay overnight. On these trips I usually try to hit an adult bookstore or two, maybe an adult theater, or a bathhouse. Although I enjoy my time and may suck a cock or two, get mine sucked, and jerk off, rarely do I get involved with any anal play or fucking. Not that I am not interested in it. Just the opposite. I would love to be fucked bare/RAW and filled to overflowing with cum. The problem is I am scared of HIV and the impact it could have on my life. Many years ago, I did have one friend that I would hook up with regularly, who I knew was Neg, that I would let fuck me raw, but he moved away. I guess I could allow a guy to fuck me with a condom, but as soon as the condoms come out, I lose interest. I am a bit of a popper freak. Poppers make me very horny and loosen me up. I use a plastic water bottle with paper toweling in it saturated with poppers. It allows me to use them in any position without worrying about spilling them, plus the hits are much bigger and stronger. There have been a few isolated occurrences where I have had too much to drink and been doing poppers that my inhibitions have dropped enough and I have let a guy slip into my raw. I have always been a compulsive masturbator. Sometimes it is to porn, but when the time and place are not conducive to watching porn I have to rely on my fantasies. In my youth the fantasies were pretty vanilla but over time the fantasies lost their excitement and I would need to come up with a wilder one to get the same thrill. In a way I guess it is kind of like a drug addict. Over time the high is not as great as you get used to the drug and you have to increase the dosage. Over the years my masturbation fantasies grew from straight vanilla porn or fantasizing about someone I knew or saw on the street to fantasies of group sex, kinky sex, BDSM, bisexual and gay sex. As the fantasies grew so did the type of porn I would seek out to watch. First there were VCR tapes, then DVDs and eventually I could find anything I wanted on the internet. Even though I enjoyed watching gay porn and fantasized about gay sex, it was many years before I experienced it. But as with all of my fantasies, eventually the time, place and people would be right to experience it in reality. Once I finally tried gay sex, I was hooked. Sex with females required wining and dining and several dates to get to first base. Gay sex was almost always available 24-7 at a bookstore, theater, or bathhouse. Although I often saw others having sex bare, I only played safe. As the years went by, I discovered hookup sites like BBRT and BZ and others. Reading stories of guys fucking bareback always got me hard as a rock. The ones involving bug chasing, stealthing, converting, etc. repulsed me though. Why would anyone want to be infected with HIV or even worse knowingly infect someone else? But something about the stories kept me coming back to read more of them. Maybe it was the freedom to fuck anyone or be fucked by anyone after converting. I envied that freedom although it scared me and I would never actually do it. Soon I began to fantasize about being bred raw, letting strange guys shoot their load deep inside me. How hot would that be? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to let loose and not worry about HIV or AIDS and just let anyone give it to me bare? This was fine to fantasize about, but I would never really do it. I was safe to masturbate and hit my poppers and imagine an entire night in a bathhouse getting bred raw by every guy. But over time, just like all of my other past fantasies, eventually a desire to experience it in real life began to grow. But I would never actually allow myself to do it. It was too risky. I had read many many stories of guys saying they were negative and stealthing guys. I did not want HIV. But I would envy the guys I saw at the bookstores and bathhouses playing bare. How much fun they were having and I wasn’t. Our sexual urges are buried deep in our subconscious and exist at a primal level. Thus they are always lurking below our conscious thoughts, affecting them and driving them without our knowing it. My unfulfilled fantasies began to affect my behavior and my conscious desires. Over the past couple of years hormone changes had caused my wife’s desire for sex to dwindle to almost nothing. Rather than be upset about it, I actually was happy with it. The older I got the less I was interested in sex with females. The lack of sex did make me very horny but I preferred to get my release with men or through masturbation. I also found that I enjoyed drinking alcohol and using poppers when I masturbated or hooked up with a guy. It lowered my inhibitions and I began thinking maybe I could get over my fear and on occasion take a raw load if I believed the guy was negative. I also began watching a lot of bareback porn. If the guy had a condom on I would immediately stop watching it and find something else. On my out of town business trips I began packing a bottle of vodka or grain alcohol and something to mix with it in my suitcase. I typically would try to stay at motels rather than hotels. If I did invite a guy to my room at a motel he could just park outside my room and come in without having the bother of lobby staff at a hotel, especially late at night. My routine was pretty much the same. I would get ice in the ice bucket and have a drink or two as I got settled in my room and got my laptop setup. Then I would call my wife and let her know I was checked into a place for the night and then go out to eat, usually having a couple of more drinks. After dinner I would then head back to my room. My wife liked to know that I was back to my room safely so I would give her a quick call and tell her I was going to relax and watch some TV. In actuality I would fix another drink and log into all of my favorite hookup sites and let guys know I was looking to hook up and then post a few ads online. When I was finished I would get naked and head for the bathroom to clean myself out, touch up the shave job all around my cock, my balls and my hole and then take a shower. I would be naked the rest of the night. The rest of the evening I would watch porn on my computer, regularly check my email and the hookup sites for any responses, drink and edge my cock. I use wide rubber bands as cock rings as they provide lots of flexibility. They can go around my entire package, around just my ball sac, use it as a ball separator, or just wrap around the base of my cock. Plus depending on the number of twists I can make it any tightness that I want. With the rubber band cock rings I can keep my cock hard and on the edge for hours. If there were any guys interested in hooking up I would let them know that I was looking for late night play as I knew I would be on the phone saying goodnight to my wife around 11 PM. Little did she know that while we talked that I was naked, playing with my cock and watching porn (with the sound turned off). As soon as I would hang up the phone with my wife, I would post another ad or two online as I began making stronger drinks so that I would quickly begin to get high. I would also begin to takes hits of poppers. Although earlier in the evening I typically watched a variety of porn, I now would begin to watch strictly gay bareback porn. I would also begin playing with my hole. If I was lucky enough to find a guy that wanted to hook up, I would ask their status, let them know I required they wear a condom if they fucked me, etc. Sometimes I would just suck them or masturbate them to orgasm. A couple of times when I was really drunk and high on poppers I did let the guy stick his cock in me bare, but then I would get scared and make him pull out.

Chapter I. My boy and I had fooled around with other guys, sometimes together, sometimes separately. I totally got off watching our buddies fuck him bareback and fill him with cum. Nothing was more fun that sliding into his loosened ass and using our buddies’ seed as lube! I’m mostly a top, but it was equally as fun letting our friends cum in me and having my boy top me when my hole was good and sloppy. All of that changed after we had an STD scare a few months ago. We had invited Danny and his boyfriend Sam over to our place. They are both versatile, so we knew we’d all end up getting to fuck and get fucked as much as we wanted to. My boy took both of their loads before I seeded him, and I took Danny’s load before my boy came in me. After they left, me and my boy laid on our bed, tangled in cummy sheets, fingering our holes and kissing. Hot, right? Well, about three weeks later, Danny called to ask if they could come over and talk. It didn’t sound like they wanted to play. Danny told us the big news. He and Sam had both just tested POZ. They thought it had happened when they hired an ‘escort’ a few weeks earlier and he had fucked both of them raw. If that was indeed how they’d both gotten the bug, there was a really good chance that they had pumped both of us full of POZ seed. Of course, we immediately got tested and the results came back NEG for both of us. Our doctor advised us to get tested again in three months just to be sure. The three month mark came and went, and we were tested again, both NEG. After that, we decided to fool around less with fuck buddies, and play safe with them. We both hated using condoms with our friends, but they were pretty respectful. We had some guys over and had them bag up before fucking us. That seemed to be safe enough, so when my boy asked if we could invite Danny and Sam over to fuck us again, I agreed, but adding only if they agreed to play safe. They came over, and both dutifully wore condoms. I wasn’t planning on letting them fuck me, even safe, but after seeing them each sink his cock into my boy’s hole, I needed their cocks too. Sam even joked that wearing a condom sucked, but it made him so much less sensitive that he could fuck longer without cumming. Secretly, as Sam was fucking me and Danny was fucking my boy, I couldn’t help but fantasize about that condom bursting as my gut was filled with POZ cum. But, that’s not how we wound up taking POZ seed. After Danny came in the condom and pulled out of my boy, I fucked him raw. Danny and Sam egged me on to breed him. It felt so strange to be fucking him after two cocks had loosened him up, but with only lube in him; it felt so different. Danny asked if he could take pics of my load dripping out of my boy’s ass, and we were game. My boy told him how much it turned him on to be photographed like a common slut. Sam piped up that we should meet his friend Adam, who was a photographer. A few days later at a boozy brunch, Danny and Sam introduced us to Adam. After a few mimosas and Bloody Marys, Adam pitched something to us, explaining that in his work as a photographer, he did work for a gay website, soft core mostly, but sometimes featured boyfriends. My boy was feeling his drinks, and asked Adam if he ever joined in the action. He winked at my boy, then smiled at me saying, "Only if both guys are into it." Then he clarified his remarks, by shaking his head and commenting he joined in a lot less lately. "Why?" Danny asked. "'Cause I'm POZ," replied Adam. "So are we," Sam responded. Adam chuckled, saying "This just got a lot more interesting." To be continued….

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

Faggot pussy craves cock and cum like no other pussy. It worships cock and men. It knows how to milk cock for the maximum load. In a different world where there was no social stigma about guys being with guys, straight guys would bend the faggot over, spit on their cock, shove it in and dump their load on their way home to the wife and kids after work. Prostitutes would be put out of business. Far few marriages would end up in divorce as the guy would not have to beg his wife to consent to have sex when his balls were aching from the cum buildup - grab a faggot for a quick pump and dump and everyone would be happier. Faggots would be providing a public service.

I was laying in bed this morning and had a fantasy scenario playing inside my head and decided it would make for an interesting story, so I decided I would try and write it and see how it goes. I'm not done yet but I need to take a break so I'm posting what I have written and am interested in what you guys think. ------------------------------------------------------------ I was on my way home from work one day when my boyfriend Patrick called me and told me we’d be having guests for dinner. His uncle Steve was in town visiting his brother Frank, my boyfriend's father, and the two of them would be eating with us. Patrick also mentioned we'd have a third guest, a buddy with whom Frank had worked with at a local factory. I had met Frank several times, and he and Patrick are quite similar: same hair, same eyes, same build, same height, same weight, and I can only speculate, but I imagine they have the same cock, about eight inches, somewhat thick, with a nice set of balls that always pump out a huge load. I had never met Steve before, but upon doing so, was amused to see Steve, Frank and Patrick were spitting images of each other. It was, however, Nick, Frank's friend, who got me drooling. Now, I’m 5’8” 150 pounds, am modestly built, and Patrick, his father and Steve are even smaller at 5’ 3”, 125 pounds, nice and trim. In contrast to the rest of us, Nick was 6’ 3” 200 pounds of solid muscle, not muscle from a gym, but muscle built from an active life, and no doubt, from a lifetime of loading trucks at the factory. Now, I’m the top in my relationship with Patrick. I’m bigger than is he, both physically and in terms of dick size, but when I see a man like Nick my eyes glaze over and my asshole starts to twitch. Thankfully Patrick, Steve and Frank like to cook, so they announced they would handle putting the meal together, and warned Nick and me that we would only be in the way. I was so smitten with Nick that I gotta admit I was hoping Steve, Patrick and Frank and get to talking over a glass of wine and the three would forget that either me or Nick were there at all. We all went into the living room to have a drink and talk. Patrick, Steve, and Frank occupied our one recliner and the sofa, and as there were no other seats, Nick followed me to have a seat behind the bar to the back of the room. As I suspected the family trio started talking and tuned-out Nick and me, so I poured the two of us a strong drink and we started talking, mostly about the factory, what it was like to work there and how he really enjoyed it. He had started college and attended for a few years but decided he’d much rather be working class so dropped out and never finished. He was in his late forties and from stealing glances at his crotch while sitting at the moment I would say that he was packing something in there. A few times he noticed me looking and smiled which made me melt even more. After he finished his second drink he asked where the bathroom was so I asked him to follow me, and I led him through the house upstairs to the main bathroom. At this point I was confident enough to ‘joke’ with him. After switching on the light I asked him if he would need or wanted any help. He gave a nervous laugh, said no, and shut the door behind him. I was honestly quite taken aback, I was certain that he would be game. Dazed and confused I returned to my seat behind the bar and poured myself another drink. Looking at my glass and feeling the beginning of a buzz I decided that it was the alcohol that was making me feel a bit over confident. In addition, Nick was quite a stud, so to be sure my mind wasn’t thinking correctly. When Nick returned and resumed his seat, I made some lame remark about alcohol and having made a pass at him. “No big deal. It usually isn’t 'till after the third drink that I need help” he responded with a chuckle. My jaw hit the floor, here I thought it was all over and he just wasn’t ready. I just sat there dumbfounded till he broke the silence. “My drink ain’t gonna pour itself.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I poured him another. “What are you smiling about?” asked Patrick. “Nothing,” I replied, “Nick just told me a joke.” “Oh, well, you two have fun. We are going in the kitchen to get dinner ready.” Finally!! The trio got up and went to the kitchen where they will be cooking, leaving Nick alone with me. No sooner had they left the room than I turned to face him, wide eyed, and excited like a kid on Christmas Day waiting to open what was certain to be the best package. He chuckled a bit then shifted to a more comfortable position with his legs spread for better access and undid his jeans and zipper, then went back to his drink. The rest was up to me. I dropped from my bar stool and knelt in front of him pulling his jeans open far enough for me to reach in and pull that sweet meat out into the world. It was beautiful. At least seven and a half soft with a good thickness to it. My god, when fully erect it would be huge. Fortunately since we were behind the bar, should one of the guys cooking come back into the living room, Nick and I would be hidden by the counter, so no one would know I was blowing him. I sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth and tried my best to swallow it. I love sucking cock and love it even more when it goes in limp and I get to feel it swell and get hard in my mouth. Few things stir the desire to suck harder than that sensation. I kept the whole thing in my mouth as long as I could but eventually there was just too much. Fully erect it was nine and a half inches long, thick, but not so thick I couldn't blow it, particularly as his cock had a perfect torpedo shape - absolutely great for sucking, but also undoubtedly a pleasure to ride. I sat for a moment stroking that massive thing before me, I was in heaven, the perfect cock and I was sucking on it, my boyfriend and his family in the next room cooking and chatting away - I must admit, the fact that I could hear them chat away only added to the excitement. I glanced at this factory god with his flawless cock, his eyes were closed with a dreamy smile on his mouth. I wondered for a moment of whom he was thinking, but decided it didn’t matter. I grabbed that monster with both hands and nursed hard on the head while drilling my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and considering I was already pretty much drunk this was pushing me over the edge. I took his big cock as far into my mouth as I could get it, reached behind him grabbing the bar stool and pulled myself farther onto it. He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed me the rest of the way down on his cock. I knelt there, savoring the taste of his cock, the way it felt to have it filling my mouth and throat, the smell of his crotch and the weight of him holding me down on this monster. I pulled back to come up for air but he held me down choking me with his dick. Heavenly. A second later I tried to come up again and again he held me on his cock. I needed to breath, but still he held me. I slapped his thigh to let him know I enjoy this but need to breath and he just laughed and held me tighter onto his cock. I frantically grabbed the rungs of the bar stool pushing against him with all my strength trying to get this cock out of my throat so I could breath. My lungs were aching and I was starting to feel faint when he finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, violently coughing, choking, and loudly gasping for breath. I put my hand to my neck breathing deeply, staring at Nick as Patrick came running to the doorway asking, “What’s going on?” I looked at Patrick, then back at Nick who just sat there with his dick fully erect dripping saliva and precum, remarking “Your boyfriend here almost choked on an ice cube.” I looked back at Patrick, who, by this time, was backed-up by Steve and Frank. The three of them stood in the doorway and Patrick remarked (disapprovingly) “Well, he does drink too fast, always trying to get it all in.” With that the three of them walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. As I caught my breath, I stared at Nick's beautiful cock as it bobbed up and down. Nick, not to disappoint, reached down and grabbed it by the base and shook it at me, quietly saying “It’s time to fuck.” As hot as I was, I couldn’t say no. I dropped my pants and turned around, presenting my ass for Nick's pleasure. Or should I say 'our pleasure'? After all, I wanted that cock in my ass as much as he wanted my ass. While the circumstances dictated discretion, I was in a very clumsy position to take a huge cock up my ass, but necessity, as we all know, will find a way, so I found myself, essentially, laying on the bottom shelf of the bar, which, fortunately, was more or less empty, my ass raised to afford Nick access. While this meant I was essentially inside the bar laying with my body twisted sideways so I could barely see him, I could certainly feel Nick, and that was all that mattered. In the corner I noticed a small brown bottle of poppers that must have been lost. Thank god, I was already shaking in anticipation of that cock fucking me, partly because I was excited about it and partly because I was scared that he was going to make it hurt. I couldn’t exactly scream in this position because there would be absolutely no hiding this. I quickly unscrewed the bottle and started to inhale deeply as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the thick saliva that had been dredged up from the back of my throat mixed with his precum on my hole as he started to press himself into me. AHHHHH. It hurt! I rammed my thumb in my mouth and bit down to distract from the pain. My body tensed and he stopped pushing. I took another hit of the poppers, and another, and another. Finally I got hit with that rush of heat and it was at that moment that I realized that he didn’t have a condom on. Oh well I was too high on poppers to care and was enjoying the feeling of just having his cock in me. He kept sliding farther in till I tensed then he would stop and wait a bit. Then a bit more till I finally felt his hips right behind mine with his big cock buried neatly in me. I took another hit of the poppers to keep the feeling going as I felt that big cock slowly sliding out of me and then back in. As rough as he was holding my head down on that cock he was super gently with the fucking. Slow and rhythmic. I could periodically hear him place his glass back on the bar above me so knew that up above it would appear business as usual, while down below I was getting filled. “Where’s Andy?” I heard the familiar voice asking. It was my boyfriend. The fucking rhythm ceased. “He slipped out for a bit of air. After his choking bit I think he needed a little breather.” Nick laughed a little with his response. “Well he shouldn’t have left you alone.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind, I can keep myself company.” “Well my Dad and uncle can handle the kitchen for a minute so I’ll stay here till Andy gets back.” I’m Andy, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And here I was crammed inside a bar with a huge cock in my ass while my boyfriend was chatting it up with the god the cock was attached to. Occasionally Nick would shift his standing position which would move his cock either further in or a little out of my ass, so I was kind of still getting fucked but I wanted a pounding or at least more than what I was getting. The cock in my ass was nice but I wanted some movement. I fantasized about Nick being able to finish fucking me then feeling him pull out and shoot his load all over my face. I imagined me licking every drop of his load from wherever it fell. Then I was horrified when I realized that the cock that was impaling me was going limp from lack of stimulation. I rhythmically squeezed my ass together around his cock to bring it back to life. I most definitely didn't want it to slide out of my ass. As I took another hit of popper. Nick shifted and I realized that the bar was quite solid, and that if I was careful, I could ride Nick's cock with alerting Patrick as to what was going on. I hit the poppers again and backed up a little. Nick resisted, which forced his cock back into me. Then I kept hitting the poppers and rocking my hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of my hole. Between the poppers and the constant pressure on my prostate and knowing that my boyfriend was right there while I was getting fucked I was in pure heaven. Suddenly Nick grunted a bit. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Yes,” Nick replied as he grunted again. “Are you sure?” "Yes. Just a little…uhh…cramping in my…ahh…thigh is all.” The noises didn’t clue me in cause I was poppered out of my mind but I felt his cock swell and get warmer and start throbbing and I knew that he had cum or was cumming cause the throbbing seemed to go on and it suddenly got easier to get him farther in me. As hot as the situation was I was ready to cry, this was not what I wanted at all. I wanted Nick to have fucked me good, cum on my face and leave. I didn’t want to get fucked bare and I most certainly didn’t want his load in my ass. It was about five minutes after Nick had cum inside me when I got an ever greater shock. His cock was still rock hard in my ass and still being horny as hell, I kept hitting the poppers and rocking back and forth working his cock while my boyfriend was still talking with him. “So my Dad told me you have HIV and....” WHAT! I completely froze. I put the bottle of poppers down in front of me and then didn’t move. I had just been fucked in an unbelievable position by a man with an unbelievable cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he has HIV? My head was about to explode and my mind was racing. What should I do? There was no way to pull out without being noticed by my boyfriend, who for some reason decided to stay at the bar and keep Nick company, but I did not want to stay with this infected cum in my ass. Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Nick’s cock was still hard as a rock and I for some reason was getting horny again. I hadn’t gotten off from the first fucking but finding out that Nick was positive really killed the mood. Unfortunately feeling a cock in my ass was quite stimulating. I imagine Nick was feeling uncomfortable about the situation because after I stopped stimulating him when I heard he was positive, his voice changed a bit when he was talking with my boyfriend. He seemed a bit edgy, but he certainly hadn’t lost the erection. I tried to move forward slowly to remove the cock from my ass but my head was already in the corner of the bar. I tried to slid my hand to a better position and knocked over the bottle of poppers that I had been sniffing. The poppers had spilled everywhere. And a huge cock had plugged-up my ass, ensuring the poz load couldn't escape. And I was getting high again. The poppers. I had spilled them in an enclosed place. Oh god. A minute later and I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting that cock farther inside. I didn’t care about the load it felt hot inside me. I was hungry and wanted more.

I was about 20, I worked as a waiter and lived at home with my parents in a suburb of Toronto. My bedroom was in the basement and I had a computer just outside my bedroom door; a place where I could get myself into a lot of trouble. It was early days of the computer but we had a modem and could connect to a bulletin board, I think they were called. It was a time when the connection was slow and we didn't even have a proper email account. Yahoo didn't even exist. Does anyone else remember those early personal computer days? Anyway, I remember there was a gay bulletin board where one could logon and chat to other users. Pictures were extremely rare as you had to scan one and upload it; that could take forever and wouldn't be very good quality, so typically one would meet lots of guys online without seeing what they looked like. You would read a description only. I stumbled across a description of a couple that sounded very hot. They lived close so I dropped them a line. We chatted about what we liked and how we 'play safe' and planned on meeting. I drove to their house, arrived and was greeted by Jeff, who was about 35. He wore a tight white t-shirt and jeans, had brown hair, blue eyes, and was very sexy. We chatted awkwardly on the couch for a while before he offered me a rum and coke. It went straight to my head. I'm 5' 11", about his height, with brown hair, green eyes, and short trimmed, body hair. At 20, I was very fit but not muscular, many guys had, however complimented my ass, which had but a dusting of hair, describing it as 'full and muscular'. I was still young. As we sat on the couch, with the drink going to my head, he started to rub my thigh and explained that his partner was drinking at a neighbour's house. He went on to explain the night before was their 10th anniversary, but this night they were looking for a third for a little fun. It was my first threesome and I was very excited. We chatted, flirted by rubbing each other's legs through our jeans for about 45 minutes before his partner came back home. My jeans had some holes so he would teasingly rub my skin through the holes. It felt amazing. I didn't have many sexual experiences at this point in my life, something I told him during our online chatting so I think he wasn't moving too quickly on purpose. He was adorable and I really wanted to kiss him; so I did. We started making out feeling each other's chests under our t-shirts. I felt a very muscular, hairy chest, with firm nipples. I was getting so hot. I could see and feel a large bulge in his jeans. As we made out, his partner, Andy, came home and kind of sneaked up to us on the couch, saying to Jeff, "Wow, he's hot, we're going to have some fun tonight." Andy was wearing shorts and he pulled his shirt over his head revealing a very sexy, muscular body. He had brown hair, dark eyes, with a hairy, but trimmed chest hair, not short, just slightly. At 5' 10" he was a little shorter than Jeff. Andy leaned in and gave me a really long, deep kiss. I could taste some booze on his breath and it was really hot. Then Andy went upstairs to shower, and Jeff and I remained on the couch kissing and generally fooling around. In a couple of minutes, we went upstairs and went into the bedroom. Andy was still showering. Jeff told me that he really wanted me to suck him, so we got naked and Jeff sat at the headboard, spread his legs and motioned me towards his cock that was completely hard. I started to slowly suck his cock. It was uncut and dripping. Really hot. He started pushing my head down and I started choking a little. He said 'here, have some poppers" and he said "you might even enjoy it more." I had only used poppers a few times at this point but, I thought, why not. He opened the bottle, held it to my nose for a long hit and then closed in to kiss me. In a few seconds, it started to hit me so he proceeded to push my head down towards his cock. He kept his hand firmly on my head and forced me down to the base. Amazingly, the poppers made it so I wouldn't choke. I became totally cock hungry and sucked him hard. I was on my hands and knees and didn't notice Andy return from the shower. He sat beside Jeff and said "I want you now." I took another hit of poppers and started to suck Andy's completely soft, uncut cock. It was still wet from the shower and tasted amazing. Slowly it got hard and I enjoyed making him start to groan from my eagerness and how crazy I was sucking his cock. I t was kind of sloppy, but he said it felt amazing. After a couple of minutes he pulled my head off his cock, stood-up, and moved behind me, as I went back to Jeff's cock and started to suck again. I was on my hands and knees and bent forward on my elbows. Andy gently started kissing and then licking my ass that was up in the air. He started to rim my ass. It felt amazing. It was wet and sloppy and his tongue felt so good sliding in and out, spending several minutes rimming my ass. He came up at one point and remarked "Your ass is so clean." I felt very proud and happy that he was enjoying himself. He kept pressing his tongue in my ass and it felt so good. Jeff grabbed the poppers, opened the bottle and held it up to my nose as Andy kept his tongue deep in my ass, turning, and going in and out. Once the poppers would hit me, I was in total ecstasy. I bent down and resumed sucking Jeff. His cock was hard and a little bent, uncut and very tasty. Between Andy rimming me and from going back and forth from kissing Jeff and blowing him, I was feeling hot. After about another 10 minutes of rimming and taking a couple of hits on the poppers, Andy re-positioned himself, and started to press his fat, uncut cock against my ass. He wasn't pushing in, he just put it at the outside of my hole. I think he wanted me to push back instead of him pushing in, so I pushed back on my ass a little and his cock started to slowly enter my ass. He still didn't push in and he kept letting me doing all of the work. I slowly started moving back and forth, with only a little of the head inside. I loved it. It was about to go in me raw. Jeff, who had a good view of what was going on, asked "What are you doing? Are you fucking him raw?" Andy replied, "No, sorry, I'll get a rubber." I thought Fuck, this feels amazing. His cock was lubing my hole and, after 20 minutes of being rimmed, I was very ready to get fucked - and I really wanted him in me bare, even though I didn't normally bareback at that age. I was usually a good boy and demanded that a guy always wear a condom. But here I was, in a unknown couple's bedroom and all I could think of was how I wanted that fat, hard, uncut cock in my ass. Andy put on some lube, rolled on the rubber, smeared some lube on my ass and cock and suggested I take another hit on the poppers before he fucked me. I complied, taking a really long hard breath, and, presenting my ass to Andy, went back to sucking Jeff. Andy meanwhile grabbed the poppers from Jeff and took a long hit. I was in heaven and Andy was only starting to put his hard cock in my ass. I reached around behind me, grabbed Andy's cock that was slick with lube and started to help guide him in to my ass. However, just then the poppers really started taking over: in one stroke I pulled the condom off his cock and immediately pushed my ass down his shaft. Jeff had no idea I had just taken off the condom as I handed it to Andy. Andy didn't protest, but grabbed the condom from me, and slowly started to push his raw cock in my ass. Ever so slowly at first. He pushed in and out with just the head, but during each slow thrust he went a little deeper. I kept sucking Jeff and tasting his precum. Jeff held the poppers against my nose again and I paused with my blowjob only long enough to take a hit. I was flying and becoming cock crazy with a bare cock pounding in my ass and a hard cock dripping with precum in my mouth. Andy was getting faster and deeper with his thrusts. He kept telling Jeff how hot my ass was and "Jeff, I really want to fuck this guy raw." While Jeff didn't respond to Andy's comment and Andy seemed to play along with our little act of fucking with a condom. Jeff, however, remarked to Andy "Tell me when you're getting close." My cock was so hard and was bouncing around beneath me. I loved his hard bare cock in my ass and Jeff still had no idea it was raw. Andy kept up fucking me for a bit and I could feel his balls hit my ass, hard. He started grunting and saying to Jeff "I'm about to cum, man." With that, Jeff started to cum in my mouth. No warning, just cum that I happily swallowed. Andy exploded in my ass and I could feel it was getting easier fucking me with all that cum as lube. I could fee Andy's cum dripping from my ass and inside me. It felt so good. Jeff still had no idea. We stayed still for a couple of minutes before Andy plopped out and ran to the bathroom with the empty condom in his hand. I flopped on my back and laid there breathing hard, but still horny. Jeff had already crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. I guess he got what he wanted. Andy returned shortly, climbed on the bed and started sucking my cock. It felt amazing. He used his free hand to stick a finger in my ass. I could feel it enter easily with all his cum in my ass. He massaged my prostate with his finger and almost instantly I shot a huge load in his mouth. He leaned over and kissed me. When his lips met mine, he pushed a little of my cum in my mouth. Totally hot. Fuck that was hot. Thirty minutes and it was all over. He suggested that I stay over, and sleep between them in bed. I said "Absolutely!" Stay tuned for part-two, and how Andy deposited another secret stealth load in my ass that night.

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him, making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying "It looks like you have your hands full." He just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing, his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then he saw I was not going to object, he took a firmer hold of my cock, which was still in my scrub pants, so I reached down, unzipped and pulled my cock out. We jacked each other for a minute or so, and then he slid down a bit, leaned over, and took my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “My boyfriend would love to get his hands on this!” I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him all the way down. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him. Within a short amount of time he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge, his boyfriend was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked, asking if they needed any help. Upon opening the door, I found my patient was sucking his boyfriend's cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the boyfriend and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock through my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said "Fuck him." I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his boyfriend's hole. Knowing we did not have much time, I could only give him a quick, hard pump and dump, fucking my load into his ass. When I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his boyfriend's cum in his mouth which he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long, but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

Bottoms have dicks? My focus is their hole. I keep my boy in chastity, which has done wonders. Longterm chastity makes them beg to have their prostrate poked. They can go longer getting group fucked, can take getting fucked harder and rougher and in general more submisive and constantly horny. Lock the cock and you'll have a bottom focused more on his fuck hole.

I always loved it when I was being watched getting fucked. From the very start I was getting it at a young age cruising the park. Knowing there were guys watching who wanted next. Even when when the watcher was hiding behind some tree. The idea that it was arousing the guy so much he kept on watching was a turn-on. Somehow I was never filmed. Thought once someone was filming but those turned out to be pics only. But I am a voyeur too. I love watching a top's ass when he pumps a hole. And a bottom's creamy hole after that of course (wishing it was mine...)

Wow! Just had another very hot encounter. A chubby guy half my age who works at a local restaurant wanted to fuck me after work. This restaurant is on the main street of our small town, and there was a Christmas event going on outside. They closed early at 7pm. After everyone left, he invited me over. I gave my wife an excuse about going to the store and off I went. We set up on a couch in the back of one of the rooms with a big window looking outside on Main St. It was dark so no one should be able to see in. We sucked each other for a bit. I bent over the couch and had him slip his nice sized cock in me using spit for lube. He fucked me like a beast for about 5 minutes while we watched all the families walking by outside. I definitely got all gooey from the earlier cum load. He came a lot up my ass. I love that just fucked feeling!

Saturday I had a couple of hrs to myself, so I went over to the BBC I've played raw with in the past. He's about 5'10", 220, and 8 or 9", uncut but thick. We'd fucked before, but he was never able to cum in me. This time we went upstairs, and he already had the poppers and lube out. I stripped and he eased me to my knees to start sucking him hard. After a couple of minutes, I got on the bed, and put my head over the edge so he fuck my throat. It was good to have him go down past the back of my throat, and he was good about pulling out ever 10, 15 seconds or so for me to catch my breath. He started to finger me open, working the lube in with a couple of fingers. Once he was ready, he had me turn over, on my knees and chest. Over about 5 minutes, he worked me open enough to take about half of him, then started a slow, steady fuck to work the rest of him in to me. My legs kept sliding out of position, so he finally had me curl my legs under me, put my arms straight out on the mattress and was then able to use me like he wanted. After about 15-20 minutes total he picked up the pace and then came deep in me. As he pulled out, he started to clean me up. He had fucked me either so hard, or so long that he hard irritated or torn my gut, and he was covered in blood. He said not to worry about it, and assured me he was clean. But later that night asked me how I " how does it feel being Tagged?"

Unroll a condom onto your index and middle finger. Scoop up a big blob of Vaseline with the tip of your fingers. Remove the condom carefully so you have an inside out condom with a chunk of Vaseline in the end. Keeping hold of the tip stuff it into your hole. Pull it out whilst clenching. Heh presto. A Vaseline lube job.

I have some lace panties, but didn't buy them and don't wear them because I'm personally into them. I got them for tops who are into it. For me, a big part of being a bottom is not just the physical parts, but the mental as well. If my top is into it, I'll wear them to make it hotter for him... it's part of the symbiosis.

Hope there is an update soon.

I am a total bottom, but believe the same as the OP. Being watched while getting fucked is a huge turn on. The idea that others have no doubt about my bottom pig desires is exciting. Letting others know that my ass and mouth are readily available helps ensure I will get even more cock. And, if someone wants to film the whole thing....it amps the experience up another notch or two. Knowing that others could use my fuck session as jack of material is pretty damned cool. Makes me want to be the best bottom possible.....so they get the show that gets them off.

Part 2 Troy didn't know that his fate was sealed the moment he signed the contract. If that last session had him questioning his sexuality, but the cash had him rethinking his actions. With Tommy's cock still lodged in his hole after the 6th load I let Troy know he made $750 that night. I knew the next video session was going to leave him completely defeated. This time Troy arrived early hoping to talk to me about what he did last week. He asked me if he could go back to the solo sessions. I let him know that he was such a success last week there have been requests pouring in for more. Besides, it's in his contract to follow the direction given to him by the owner (a.k.a. me). I figured that if he just followed direction, relaxed and just let what ever happens happen, he could make a lot of money. Troy then asked me how much could he make if he listens to me. I hinted that he could easily make close to 6 figures (and I wasn't lying). He seemed to agree as Tommy arrived to join him for that nights session. As they were getting ready I asked Troy if he'd like to get more serious with Tina, that he could really be put into a zone with Tina there's no way he wouldn't enjoy himself. I told him to just follow Tommy's lead and I bet he could double what he made last week. Before they began I offered both of them a drink. Troy was unaware that the drinks were laced with GHB (Troy's drink had a lot more than Tommy's drink). To help put Troy at ease I made sure to have Tommy pay some attention to his dick (before the Tina affected his ability to get hard). Sure enough Troy was sitting back blowing clouds while Tommy sucked his cock. Every so often Tommy would brush a finger across Troys hole. This teasing action had Troy spreading his legs. He could remember the pleasure he received from his hole so it didn't surprise him when Tommy slipped his finger inside. What Troy was oblivious to was the Tina laced lube Tommy was applying along with the occasional shard. Troy was getting lost in the sensations as the G and T began to take control. As the G dulled Troy's senses he hit the pipe more thinking it would help him focus. As Troy was lost in the sensations of the action between he and Tommy, he never noticed that a new person entered the room. The were being joined by Mike who brought with him the one thing that would take Troy to the depth of becoming a gay porn star. Mike had with him all that was needed to slam Troy into the stratosphere. With the G hitting Troy hard he never noticed Mike place a tourniquet on his arm and slip the very large slam into a nice his vein. By the time Troy realized Mike was in the rooom he was in a major coughing fit. Troy's cock shriveled up to about an inch soft. He had a little trouble focusing his eyes as he heard a slight ringing in his ears. All he now knew was that he needed his ass filled with anything. Tommy and Mike carried Troy over to another room that was better equipped for what was in store for Troy. All of a sudden there were a variety of guys all ready to take their turn to fuck the (no longer) straight jock. This turned into a full on porn production. Their were several cameras that could get just about any shot. They also made sure to keep Troy nice and high while they shot the raw footage. Troy took multiple loads from each guy that was in the room including the guys I had working the camera. Mike and Tommy made sure to give him his first DP and they also worked his hole with dildos. They even made sure that Troy got a nice blood slam to help insure he'd get the bug. I knew from this point on I would own his ass. I knew guys that would pay top dollar to breed a straight jock boy.

Once they climbed back onto the bed, things didn't die down a bit. Kyle put on some porn, bareback of course. Matt grabbed his iPad, he was tweaking a bit at this point. Kyle took this opportunity to explore Matt's body more. Kyle caressed Matt's biceps, chest, back, muscle ass, and strong legs. Matt was not a hairless or shaved guy, but he was definitely not hairy. Kyle had a bit of a fetish for body hair. Matt's was perfect. The hair was soft, and evenly spread on Matt's legs and arms. Matt also sported one of the sexiest treasure trails Kyle had ever seen. Though Matt made it no secret that he did not bottom, but Kyle soon discovered that he did enjoy his hole being licked, rubbed, massaged, & teased with a nice spit sloppy cock. In between Matt showing off pictures of prior playmates, guys messaging him on Grindr, and video's prominently featuring his gorgeous cock raw fucking various twinks, Kyle made a personal game out of seeing how hot and heavy he could make Matt so he could penetrate ever so much more and more into Matt's tight and fur covered hole. Matt could not hide the pleasure he felt from the teasing cock on his puckered hole. When Matt knew he was nearly going to succumb to the incessant dick, he decided to switch things up. He reached for the almost forgotten pipe and lit it up. After taking in a few clouds, he passed the pipe to his bed mate. Matt advised Kyle that it would be in his best interest to kill the pipe, or at least smoke all he could handle. As a result of the combination of the iPad content, and the body worshiping/hole teasing Matt was seriously horny, and ready to plunge his dick in Kyle's bare hole again, this time though with much more energy, and force. Matt was dying to pound that hole. Kyle was diligently and happily making the clouds he was told to make. Kyle had not realized how much the effects of their original smoke session had worn off, until he began to feel the familiar effects of the pleasurable smoke. Kyle became so wrapped up in his enjoyment of the second wave of PNPing, that he didn't keep track or realize just how much was in the pipe that was was instructed to kill. Kyle was flying, high, higher than he initially was when this hookup started. It didn't take long for Matt to see how much his playmate was affected by that magic girl Tina. He could see that Kyle was now craving for his hole to be filled just as much as he wanted to fill it. Matt recovered the nearly spent pipe from Kyle and took one last long puff of the remaining ice in preparation of his plan to own that willing hole. Matt began by pulling Kyle down on the bed, so he could throat fuck his wiling new friend. Once Matt's cock was so hard he felt like almost anything could make him cum, he pulled his cock out of Kyle's mouth, flipped him over on his stomach, and lined his wet throbbing cock up to Kyle's pulsing pucker. With a single and powerful thrust, he was pushing through the second O ring. He knew that this was the point of no return for Kyle, and he had a bottom that was up for anything he wanted to do to it. Kyle, unable to concentrate on much else other than the extreme waves of pleasure radiating through his body, was unaware of the thoughts the man that was pounding his hole was having.

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This is all getting too much for Brandon watching us fucking on the sofa so he gets up onto his feet and his cock is pointing straight out........"grrrrrrrrr...."i need up there soon" he says as he walks over to a side table and picks up what looks like a small bottle of lube and proceeds to pour a steady stream down onto his cock while massaging it up and down the shaft evenly with his other hand......."you are fucking going to enjoy this" he says out loud and picks up his small baggie of powder,opens it and i can make out he is sprinkling it on his hard cock.....i,m still riding Paul and he now has his arms around me so i cant move so much and he is breathing heavy in my ear,nibbling it and kissing my neck and telling me how nice my wet hole feels inside.........he pinches my small tina cock and pulls on it "thats nice" he said then followed it up with "do you want Brandon to fuck you now before i cum inside you or do you want both our spunk inside you"........"i want you both" followed by "i want you both to fuck your spunk up me" and at this point Brandon is standing right in front of me looking down at my face as im now looking straight at his tina coated glistening black cock and looking up to his gorgeous smile - fuck he is beautiful i think to myself........Paul tells me to pull my legs back and he hooks both hands in behind my knees to hold my legs steady and Brandon is now down on his knees and the tip of his cock is resting at the entrance to my already cock filled hole. "you are stinking of spunk like a filthy slut" he said as he starts pushing into my hole with the head of his hard cock......and the burning starts almost instantly and i blurt out "fuck me like a filthy slut and fill me with your spunk".......i feel the tina go around my whole body and straight into my head and now my hole is really on fire.........Brandon pushes another inch or two into me and i feel my hole stretching open even more......its a nice full feeling but it doesn't give up easy so he pushes harder and and he is almost half into me and my holes burning even more but im feeling it open up to accommodate him alongside Paul......."do you want it all"........."fuck yes give me it all" i cry out so he pushes harder and i get that fucking animal urge again and shout out "push it all inside me"..........i dont care if my holes too tight for both cocks i thought "just fuck it all inside me like a slut".........i didn't care if it was even going to hurt or not my arse was on fire with lust,i was tingling allover my body and my eyes were doing christ knows what as i could barely focus and my balls have went tight while my cock is shrinking even smaller until it almost disappears inside me like a tiny boy.......i still had Paul breathing down my neck and i was trying to keep myself together and buck my hole around both cocks and trying to force my hole down onto both of them with an urgent need as im being stretched open to the max.........Brandon forcefully pushed the rest of his tina coated cock all the way inside me and i cried out so loud that im sure all the neighbors heard but it was a good pain - it was so fucking good i almost cried with tears of joy......and then it started .........Brandon was slowly pulling out halfway from my spunky hole and pushing all the way back into me and my arse was adjusting itself inside with each move and i cried out "fuck me baby" followed swiftly with "FUCK ME" out louder and in and out Brandon went inside my spunky sloppy hole and deeper all the way he went and harder and faster he started to build up the thrusting like a machine that had lost control.......Paul is holding my legs back tightly by now and Brandon is pounding me hard and fast and my hole has opened right up - it feels so easy - so fucking beautiful - feels so right like its meant to be......i am flying and my heart is beating so fast i think it is going to leap out of my chest and im sweating like ive just stood under a shower........my back is sticking to Pauls chest and i feel trickles of sweat drop off me and down onto Paul but Brandon doesnt let up..........Pauls hard cock manages to stay inside me and Brandon is stuffing me so hard i feel like an absolute whore............"yeah baby take it all...take it fucking all" he said out loud as his relentless pounding tore into my now gaping hole digging it wider and deeper with each thrust............"you enjoying that baby "Paul whispered in my ear" and Brandon said "this fucking slut is loving it but were not done yet"......"im going to tear your fucking hole up until you bleed" he said and "he needs a gift for getting both our cocks inside him"..........Paul said "lets do this together" as he is trying to now fuck me from below making his cock feel like it just got harder and thicker inside me stretching me even more and im just laying there letting them both use me for their pleasure.....my arse is pushing out around both their cocks,pulsating,gyrating and gripping them both like it has a mind of its own and im giving it all up and yes i am absolutely stinking of spunk,sweat and tina............"im cumming up your slutty arse right now" Brandon says as he is keeping his momentum up and Paul starts moaning beneath me and i can tell he is spunking inside me and im crying out "please fuck me" "fuck me harder" and "please fill me up" over and over and Brandon is ramming me hard as fuck and cumming inside me as his face gets that grimace and he is growling and moaning like he cant stop cumming and hes now pushing deeper and deeper squeezing another inch into my slutty arse and i can feel it all and he stops and holds it still as i try to squeeze and tighten my hole around both cocks but it feels impossible as my hole is destroyed and i know it.....it feels fabulous ........."oh man" Paul said "you are the fucking best slut we have ever fucked" and Brandon lets out that deep laugh he has and im looking right into his eyes and he is still hard inside me milking out every last drop of his spunk up my guts "you really are a fucking filthy cum slut" and i know i am and love hearing both them speak like that to me.........."im just a fucking cum slut" i say out loud and Brandon leans into me while still inside and Paul puts his arms around us all to hold Brandon onto me like a group hug........it feels like we lay there for at least 5 minutes sticking to each other and hearts pounding like fuck while we recovered....."i love you both" i said and they laughed......"we love you too" said Paul and he kissed my neck..........."time for a shower and tidy up" Paul says as Brandon pulls his cock out of my hole and stands up....i can see its covered in alot of spunk tinged with pink and red...... i dont care as it was the best fuck ive ever had.........my hole feels really loose and Paul is still inside me but lets it plop out by itself......i again try to tighten my hole as a rush of air trys to get inside me........but im destroyed........Paul helps me to my feet and i can see pink spunk stains on the cushion which is also darkened with sweat where we had been laying........we both stand there having a hug and kiss while Brandon tidys up taking his pipe,baggie,lube and picking all clothes up and my glass of water he leaves the room....."lets hit the shower" Paul says and he puts the lamp out in the lounge before taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom to get washed.

Do they count as anonymous if you're blacked out??? ?

I will loved to get two big cock in my ass, two in my mouth and other two in my hands... and another guy with camera filming.

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

Tuesday Work I arrived and work and tucked in behind my desk and started going about all the mundane tasks of my day. Every now and then though thoughts of my actions over the last 2 hours would pop in my head and I could feel my cock twitch against the rough sweat and cum soaked fabric of the stolen jock. The tight pouch holding my furry balls and cock close to my body, the coarse fibers rubbing ever so slightly as I shifted in my chair. Needless to say my mind wander a bit and but I got through it all. That is until lunch time came. I had run down to the local deli and just grabbed a salad and what not to eat at my desk. Might slight distraction had put me not technically behind but I tend to be an over achiever so anything less than above average make me feel like a failure. So sitting at my desk and realize I didn’t grab a drink to go with my lunch. Meh fuck it I had the water bottle I figured it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle, beside I knew I wasn’t at home so I was sure I could control any urges that came along. I grabbed the water bottle from my bag and took a long swallow, it tasted bitter but it was kind of growing on me. That was how my lunch went until I realized I had drunk the whole bottle instead of just the half bottle I had meant to drink. The warm feeling swept over me and I tried to ignore it and just get back to work. I felt a sweat break out over me and worried I might get my jacket dirty so got up and draped it over the back of my chair. The pouch rubbing my cock and balls caused me to pause and enjoy the feeling. I sat back down and went back to work, it was now worse than in the morning. My thoughts kept thinking of how good it had feel to play with my hole and the taste of the jock and cum in my mouth. My tongue licked my lips and tasted the sweat forming on my upper lip and I moaned. My eyes flitted to the door to my office and back to my work. A thought popped in my head…..it was still during the lunch hour…..most of the staff was still out….it isn’t like I’ve never jerked off in my office before but that was just a quick tug behind my desk after a long day. Without knowing how I had done it I was already at my door turning the lock. In a daze I turned around and glanced around my office, my gaze hooded and hungry. My eyes fell on the water bottle, empty and sitting in the trash. I quickly unbuckled and pull down my pants and underwear leaving the jock on I grabbed the bottle and kneeled on the floor. I position my ass right over the bottle cap and rocked down on it. Fuck it felt amazing. Even though I couldn’t get it that far in just the cap popping in and out of my hole turn me on. I was bouncing on it and rubbing the rough crusted jock against me. I quickly pulled it aside and started jerking. Twisting my nipples while bouncing I felt the orgasm cumming on me quickly, and before I knew it cum erupted, I shot 5 times and sagged back on my heels, my full weight settled on the bottle and with a surprise yelp it slipped into me. I saw stars and my breathing quickened. I pants as I adjusted to the invasion. Looking down I could see the cum splattered all over my floor. Instantly I was on my hands, my tongue licking the dirty rough carpet sucking up all my jizz. The water bottle popped out and hit the floor just as I finished licking up the last drops of my cum. I quickly rearranged myself sorted my office out and went back to work all the happier. My thought still drifted but I was able to make it through the end of the work day and head home. As I was driving home a thought occurred to me and I made now necessary detour. Parking in the stores lot I got out and walked in….

I'm from the Kansas City area but not a top, more versatile but if I party too much, I can't stay hard for very long.

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’

There is a big gap between beating off to gay porn and never touching a man and high out of your mind taking all loads at the baths. Maybe you should aim for somewhere in the middle. Maybe you should try meeting some guys on Grindr or Adam4Adam. Trying getting to know a guy a little before taking his cock. That said there is nothing wrong with being a load-taking cum-dump. You might enjoy and remember it more if you just got a little high instead of wasted though. I am sure everyone would love to hear about your next bathhouse trip. Keep us posted and ask us questions if you need to.

Love this story. Would love it to become non-fiction for me. I know I'm an older bear now - but I still have my bottoming fantasies.

(Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”

I really respect this stance and think it is commendable. I think rawfucking should be a free choice and I am concerned that when people are not in open relationships and have not negociated risks and boundaries as most straight married people have not, then it is really unfair on his wife. It could be devastating for her.

i don't have many standards; that's one of my few. basically, i've been cheated on and i do not care to participate in making anyone feel the way it made me feel. also, i don't care to share myself with men whose word is meaningless.

PART 15 As I lay there in the sling being absorbed by my surroundings and feeling that surge of needing to be fucked as the fluids from the barrel swirled through my veins, I came to realize that I was heavily covered in sweat and that the dose given to me was significantly more than I was used to having. I focused on my stomach and saw flashes of darkness passing over me with the darkness washing away from me as a wave does once it hits a beach. I looked more and more at this dark wave and finally realized that the darkness was bringing life to me. I was being flogged. I followed the darkness retreating and saw that it was being controlled by Him—my Sir; Dad. He was swinging his arm heavily in even controlled strokes that were propelling my body to a heady sensation of pleasure that I’ve known but never to the extent as I was feeling now. I then realized that my ass had been invaded and that with each stroke from the flogger my ass was being stretched wider and wider. I re-focused on the figure at my feet realizing soon that it was Plugger. He was working my ass widening it with something which I soon realized was a dildo. Plugger continued to insert and twist round and round this dildo pushing it further into my ass with each turn. He was making sure that my hole would be able to accommodate whatever any man wished to do with it. I foggily made a note that I would accept everything in my ass. Dad stopped his flogging, and Plugger removed the dildo from my ass. They came to stand on either side of me and began applying clips and clamps all over my body. One of them pulled aside my jock exposing my balls and cock and continued to apply clips and clamps all over that part of me as well. As they were attaching the last of the clips and clamps, I felt a presence at my ass hole. I noticed then that my host Bimini was standing there smiling down at me as he slowly stroked his massive black cock. I smiled gently at him as I felt two of his girth rough fingers invade me. I smiled more knowing what was to come. Bimini prepared me once more for his special breeding. He tore at my insides. I could feel his fingers being forced as far inside me as he could go and then him bending those knuckles so that his nails were pressed against my insides which he scraped pushing hard digging into the soft spongy flesh that I was sure was being torn open. He did this repeatedly until he had affected my ass in all 360 degrees. Bimini then with complete delight for himself shoved his cock full length into my ass grinding it side to side once fully inserted. He began to fuck me with long full strokes for a few minutes before easing his cock out of my ass. I was so empty. Bimini walked to my head putting the gas mask on my face and moved the can of ethyl from its holder on the wall to laying in the sling beside me. He told me to exhale completely. I did so. He told me to inhale slowly and deeply. As I began, Bimini hit the spray letting the aroma race through the tube into my face mask then into my lungs. I continued to breather deeper and deeper and became less and less conscious as Bimini once more shoved his beautiful black cock into my ass and began to fuck me once more. I awoke feeling the sling being violently shaken as Bimini was in the last stages of fucking my ass. He lunged forward into my ass as deeply as possible and unleashed one of his wonderful poisonous loads of cum into my ass. I had no idea how long I had been out; I missed out on the fuck but was at least aware of the flow of one more load of HIV cum being splattered on the inside of me. Bimini pulled his semi-hard cock from my ass and stepped away. A man walked up to where Bimini had been standing. I did not recognize him. He looked at me for awhile as he slowly stroked his cock. “So, you’re the fucking white bitch kunt we get to use tonight.” he said. I nodded in assent. “Since Bimini just fucked you, I know what that means. You like black cock in your ass and you like being bred. From what else I know, you’re a fucking pig for leather play, too.” I again nodded in assent. “I’m the most toxic you’ll ever get and whatever I’ve got you’re going to get a lot of it tonight.” I spoke through my gas mask and said, “Thank you, Sir. I will take everything you give me without fail or question.” “You bet your ass you will.” And, with that, he stepped closer putting the head of his now hard cock at my hole and pushed slowly into me. Since Plugger had done some stretching of my ass not long ago, I couldn’t get a real feel for how big a cock this man had but I really didn’t care. The fact that he had just put his cock all the way in my ass made it feel full once more and ready to be fucked again. This man was a bit smaller than Plugger by a couple of inches and was a bit stockier build. He had a dour look about him. He was clean shaven with short hair on his head. He was strong I could tell my how he gripped my legs as he held them to fuck me. I continued to look at him hoping that my facial expression and eyes told him how much I was in lust with his cock in my ass. He was there to fuck and did so until after several minutes his tempo began to increase. There was that telltale sign of what was to be. He continued to increase his tempo until he began spitting on me hitting my chest and face. He began vocalizing how potent he was and how toxic his load was. He continued this taunting increasing the crudity as he increased the tempo of his fucking. I began pushing back on the chains where my hands were in hopes of making me a better target for him to hit with his spit and for his cock to drive further into. In a final act of aggression and humiliation for him directed at me, he reached up and slammed his hands down on my nipples causing most of the clamps and clips which I had forgotten about to slip off causing a huge sensation of pain. He began pulling off all the clips and clamps that were located all over my body. I was in great disarray mentally fighting to focus on him and his cock. When he had dislodged the vast majority of the clips, he reached full length of me grabbing my shoulders pulling me toward him as his now steel hard cock drove to its furthest depth in me as the first of multiple shots of his self-proclaimed toxic load of HIV positive cum hit my insides. Each time that he unleashed another load of his tainted DNA into my ass he spit fully on my face driving me into a frenzy of lust for him. The sweat poured off his body and rained down onto me just as his dirty load of cum continued to pour into my body. He slowly laid down on top of me to rest. I disentangled my arms wrapping them around him holding him close. We both heaved with gasps of air needing to fill our lungs until we finally were able to regain ourselves. He raised up from me as his cock slowly slipped out of my ass. I spoke through my mask and thanked him. He patted my inner thigh and told me he would be back and I would get more. END PART 15 PART 16 With my eyes, I followed him out of the room but returned to focus on a movement at my ass. Sir was just setting down on a stool. He looked at me but said nothing. He was lubing his hands. I felt his fingers at my hole. “Gently push out,” he said. I obeyed. He began to push his fingers inward slowly rotating them. I pushed gently as he continued with his pressure of inward advancement. His hand began to move further and further inside me. I was beginning to feel the pain of being so stretched. I knew I could do this as Dad had fisted me before. I focused on pushing as he continued his journey. I heard the hissing sound of the ethyl spray and inhaled deeply several times relaxing me more and more with each breath. Then, there was no sound of the spray nor was there the feeling of pain. I was floating off and continued to breathe easier as I felt the sensation of Dad’s hand moving further inside me until there was no more pressure of his pushing. I shook my head. I knew from the feeling that Dad’s hand was now wrist deep in my ass. “I’m going to push this highest toxic load as far inside you as I can get it. It’s where it belongs and where I want it.” I looked down at Dad, shook my head in assent and said, “Whatever you want, Sir.” With that response, dad began pushing further into my ass. His hand guided by the pointed fixture of his fingers outstretched. He moved further and further inside me as I felt more and more pressure. I heard the ethyl spray again and breathed deeply. Dad continued his quest until he reached where he wanted to be. I felt his hand opening and spreading out separating his fingers from the bunched collection that he had used to invade me. He began to turn his wrist left and then right. I felt his nails slicing into my insides. He began withdrawing his hand scraping the walls only to return to the depth where he had begun. He turned his hand about 90 degrees and continued to scrape the walls as he withdrew his hand. He continued this several times. Dad was determined that I was going to be bred and he was not leaving anything to chance. Supplemented by more ethyl, I accepted willingly all that Dad was doing to me. I belonged to him. It was right. It was meant to be. I relished and savored every scraping nail that prepared me for the best breeding that I had ever experienced. As Dad reached the end of my insides, he told me to push his hand out. I took a deep breath and bore down hard with my ass muscles feeling his now fist in my ass. It was not easy. I continued to strain and once when I thought that I was not going to be able to continue Dad’s hand popped out of my ass and my sphincter slammed shut . . . as best it could under the circumstances. I breathed deeply. As I began to return to normal breathing, Dad slowly reinserted his fist pushing slowly but firmly. He did tip his hand forming it in a fist but with a leading index finger finally making its way inside followed by the rest of his fist. He had me to push his fist out again which I did with only moderate effort this time. Dad was satisfied. He stood up and walked away. I followed the sight of him lusting after this black man. I silently begged him to beat me and to fuck me but kept my mouth closed to such. It was about what he wanted not what I wanted. I was merely the means for him to enjoy himself. I reveled in the thought of having that opportunity. My head was yanked back to the sight at the foot of the sling when I felt my ass being stretched wide. The pain was unbelievable. I focused on my new fucker who was tall—very tall and very husky. He was bearded with a full head of hair and a chest moderately covered by that kinky black hair that I love to lick and suckle. He had massive biceps. This black man had hands on him that looked as if they could fit totally around my head with no effort. What effort I needed was my ass being able to take his massively thick cock. His cock was thicker than Dad’s hand. It had to be because of the pain I felt. He slowly entered my ass stretching it wide. At some point, he hit the ethyl so that I could breathe in that helpful spray. I heaved in the ethyl in copious amounts so that I might catch up to where this black man was. He released the ethyl spray and grasped my thighs pulling me onto his cock taking the last couple of inches by bouncing the sling so that I bounced down the last bit of his cock impaling me firmly. He was pleased with himself as he grinned broadly. What a smile. What an evil wicked smile he had. He told me that when he got his cock fully in my ass I was to begin pushing it back out every time. I shook my head in assent and began pushing. His cock began its backwards journey until I could tell it was reaching the point where only the cockhead was still in my ass. He slowly began to push his cock back in my ass and I stopped pushing it out. This we continued to do for many, many minutes. I continued to look at him wondering how his nipples would taste, what his cock looked like, did he like being sucked, did he like having his ass rimmed but ever mindful of remaining dutifully silent. He reached forward to my nipples and began to twist, squeeze, and pull them. I was feeling super horny and needed this. He picked up the pressure and intensity of working my nipples as we continued to fuck: Him pushing his cock into me and me pushing his cock out of me once fully impaled. This fat cocked man was enjoying himself. He was taking his time but incrementally increasing his work on my nipples which I now was finding that they were indeed very sensitive because of his work. This was a nipple torturing expert. He was abrading each of them making them sensitive to the slightest of touch. I kept my mind flashing back to their being used and sensitized and the full rounded feeling that his thick black cock was giving my ass as we pistoned his cock in and out. Suddenly and without warning, he did an almost inaudible growl grabbing my nipples and clamping down on them as hard as possible squeezing them completely flat. At the same time his cock reached its full length inside my ass where I began my push outwards. He growled loudly now shaking his head and yelling “NO” so that I stopped my pushing. I felt his cock throbbing and swelling and spitting his cum load in my ass. This was such a unique man and such a unique fuck. He continued to flatten my nipples with his squeezing as his cock discharged all the contents of his balls. Once his discharge was complete, he stood there slowly releasing his grip on my nipples allowing the blood to rush back into them giving me a tearing sensation. It was a phenomenal sensation. He slowly withdrew his spent cock from my ass leaving me feeling as if I had a gaping hole where my ass had once been. I again felt totally empty and as if I had just had a part of me surgically removed. END PART 16

PART 13 I slept the sleep of someone who is coming down from such a high and eventful night. I slowly and with great effort pulled away from Plugger to get out of bed to go to the bathroom to piss returning to that same bed to snuggle back up to him. My mind was not working but I realized that my body had been subjected to an excellent night of activity with three beautiful black men. Only once did I briefly think about what might be yet to come. After sleeping fitfully which is typical for me coming down from partying as I had, I finally awoke alone in bed. I laid there collecting my thoughts and remembering what I could in flashes. I realized my ass was empty and feeling very lonely. I got up from bed and walked to the bathroom once more to piss. I began a search of the house wandering through to what I thought I remembered was the kitchen. I found Dad and Plugger at the table drinking coffee. I told them good morning and was greeted with the same. I sat in an offered chair and was handed a cup of coffee by Plugger. I drank it slowly. It was delicious. Dad asked if I was willing to stay the rest of the weekend. I reached my hand up to the collar still on my neck and told him more than ever I was willing. He said, “Good. I have a plan for you.” He asked if I had rid myself of the cum loads I had taken. I told him that I had not. He asked me if I enjoyed them inside me. I told him that I did. With that, he nodded at Plugger who left the table. Dad told me that he had to make sure that I got plenty of cum in my ass then and that he would see to it that it would stay there. He got up from the table and went to the refrigerator. He removed a small medicine bottle from the refrigerator and returned to the table. He told me to put it between my hands and to rub it vigorously to warm the contents. I did as I was told. Plugger returned about this time with a large black dildo with a gripper end piece. I thought that I recognized it as one used last night. Dad took the medicine bottle from me and rose from his chair. He told me to get up and to come to the end of the table which I did. I was told to kneel on the floor, bend over and rest my head on the floor. I did so. I could feel several fingers pushing into my ass which hurt to the point of my seeing stars and becoming woozy. I would not refuse. Then, as the fingers pulled my ass open, I felt this medicine bottle being lined up with my hole and then rather quickly pushed inside of me dumping the contents. Cold liquid; I had not done a thorough job of warming it. It was a very tight fit with all the fingers and the bottle. I didn’t know what it was but I was hoping as I had heard tales of men being loaded with cum in this way that I was being ingratiated with such a dosing. I kept my position and felt the bottle being removed to be replaced by an object that was stretching my ass very wide and causing great pain as it was entering me with no lubrication. It went inside for awhile and then was withdrawn a bit. Then, it continued its inward journey followed once more by being withdrawn. This continued until I finally felt my ass lips slowly sliding together realizing finally that it was the big black dildo. Whatever had been dumped in my ass was the lube that had propelled this new occupant. Dad told me to stand up and to sit again at the table. I did as I was told. We all three sat at the table and finished our coffees. Dad never said a word nor did Plugger as to what the liquid was. I would never ask. We chatted about general topics until Dad began asking about my life. He got into some very detailed questions which I answered for him. He asked; I answered. He was learning more about me to use. He finally told me that I had some duties to perform and it was time to begin them. I followed him to the basement play room. He told me how to clean everything and where everything was to be stored. He left, and I began my work cleaning all of the equipment and toys which had been used the preceding evening/morning. I was very careful and exacting in my work as I knew it would be inspected. I was not going to disappoint Dad. All the while, I have a large black dildo shoved up my ass. I was very aware of it but knew that it had been placed there for a purpose; I had not been given permission to use it. I fleetingly remembered this was Bimini’s house but it obviously was Dad’s room. When I reviewed the room closely, I believed that I had done everything that had been given to me to do. I went upstairs and called for Dad. He came to the basement steps. I told him that I believed I had done as he asked. He led me downstairs once again and inspected the room. I stood just inside the door waiting for his response. He called me over to him. When I reached him, he asked if I had any regret of the previous night. I told him that I did not and that I had enjoyed being the vessel for him and his son and friend to have used to enjoy themselves. He asked if I thought that I could repeat such tonight. I told him if he wished me to do so, I was there for him to use and to offer to others to use. He looked hard at me as I looked at him with calmness and consent in my eyes. He took me by the shoulder and guided me to the sling indicating that I should bend over the end of it. He told me to lie down on the sling on my stomach and to hold on to the upper end of it which I did. As I lay there bent with my ass exposed, I heard Dad stepping away and returning. I kept my head resting on my chin. I heard a light wind rushing and then a sharp pain on my ass followed immediately by a sharp pain inside where the dildo had been pushed forward hard. Dad had struck me with a paddle. Hard. I gripped the sling with my hands but made no sound. He hit me a half dozen times each time sending searing pain through me. As quickly as he began paddling me, he stopped only to grab the slip guard on the dildo and yank it out of my ass again causing a great pain from the rapid collapse of my insides. I remained silent as I felt something drop onto the sling along side of me. Just as the pain began to subside from the paddling and having the dildo yanked out of my ass I felt Dad quickly stepping up behind me and ramming full force into my ass ripping me good and giving me an intense burning sensation that is typical for a well used ass being invaded by a dry object which Dad’s cock was totally dry. I was in total lust with this man. Dad wasted no time and began pounding my ass again as he had done the previous night. He was driving himself into a fucking frenzy. He had grabbed my upper hip bones and was fucking me hard with great pistoning motions intent on re-tearing the cuts and slices of the previous evening that he and Bimini had made in my ass. He was doing an excellent job. The more he fucked me the more intent I became in taking his infliction of lust pain. I had no ethyl; I had only residual meth in me; I was on my own and was longing for Dad to use me harder. He yanked his cock out of my ass causing a small gasp to escape form my lips. Dad immediately was pushing something into my ass but it wasn’t his fingers, cock, or dildo. He was pushing the brush he had used last night. I could tell it was the brush; he was intent on making sure of my being raw inside. Once inside my ass, Dad swirled the brush all around pushing it in as far as he could and began a slow withdrawal as he twirled and twirled it round and round. He withdrew the brush once he reached my hole only to replace with his cock once again. Dad fucked me in a frenzy again pounding my ass hard and deep until he was ready. Once he decided he was ready, Dad unleashed yet another load of his cum into my ass marking his territory again. I felt his cock swell to gargantuan size only to expel the contents of his balls which ran along the full length of his cock and exited into my bowel where he had bloodied me for a purpose. I took every salvo of his tainted DNA with joy and lust but needing more. He slowly pulled out of my ass and replaced his cock with the big black dildo which he had tossed onto the sling beside me. He told me to stand up and turn around. I did so. I looked at him with his sweating body as my own body dripped in its own sweat. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees where I looked for the first time today at his beautiful black cock. I could tell it was still semi-hard and covered with fuck juices including a very pinkish froth. He told me to clean him. I did so completely. When Dad was satisfied, he stepped away and told me to get up. He told me to follow him upstairs. We went upstairs to Plugger’s bed room. Plugger was on his bed waiting. When we entered his bed room, Dad told Plugger to fuck me. Plugger bent me over the edge of the bed, pulled out the dildo and laid it on my back, and rammed his now hard cock into my ass as he had done so many times before. He fucked me with an intended purpose. He was going to load my ass with another of his poz loads of cum to mix in me with his Dad’s. Plugger was hitting my insides hard. It seemed that after last night’s fuckings that Dad and Plugger were now able to drive their cocks further into me than ever before. Maybe it was imagined but I did not remember them hitting that far inside. And, the pain was running through my body—that ecstatic wonderful pain. No ethyl; no meth; just animal lust sustaining me. Dad began to yell at Plugger urging him on to “fuck this bitch and breed him”. Plugger responded by driving his beautiful black cock harder and deeper into my ass resulting in an explosive howl from him as he rammed his cock so hard in my ass one last time that the bed was scooted a small amount. Plugger held his cock in my ass as he too unleashed his load of poison batter into me. He pulled out of my ass to be replaced by Dad. I thought surely not. Then, remembered, Dad marked his territory and was always last. Dad once again took possession of his property. END PART 13 PART 14 I stayed bent over the side of the bed as Dad pulled his now flaccid beautiful black cock slowly out of my/his ass. He stepped away patting my cheeks before saying to Plugger as he left the room to have me to bathe thoroughly and to make it a good long soaking. Plugger pulled me up off the bed and led me to the bath room. He looked straight into my face and told me that tonight was important for me. He told me that I had to be super clean inside and out and that I had to be ready and energetic for the whole night. He asked if I thought if I could make it. I took some time to think what had transpired so far and how I had fared. I considered it all and remembered all the wonderful pain and fucking and cum loads. I looked deeply into Plugger’s eyes and told him that with his and his Dad’s leading me I would do whatever they told me. Plugger looked back at me, smiled a little, and nodded his head. He told me to run a warm bath for myself to keep the water warm and to soak in it for an hour. I was to rest and to make sure that my ass was well rested. He told me he would come back in an hour to let me know when to bathe—for now, just soak and rest. He left me alone. Plugger returned much later. I had soaked and reveled in the warmth of the water and how it had relaxed me. It had drained away my tiredness and allowed my mind to just wander through nothing disjointed random thoughts coupled with mental flashes of what had taken place the night before and earlier this day. Plugger told me to bathe quickly and to put on my jeans when I was finished and come to the kitchen for a talk. I opened the drain to let the water out of the tub letting it drop to a much lower level before beginning to shower. I dried, dressed as told, and went to the kitchen. Dad and Plugger were seated at the table. I was told to sit where I had that morning. Dad asked how I felt. (I wondered where Bimini was but said nothing.) I told him a little tired but rested after the good soaking. He asked me if I was prepared to go further tonight. I waited to respond and then told him that I was with him and Plugger leading me. Dad then said that I was to take a nap so that I could be fully alert and ready for the evening. He would send Plugger to wake me when I was needed but first Dad asked if I was hungry. I had not thought of food but realized that I was indeed hungry as I had not eaten in almost 24 hours. Dad said that whatever goes in must come out. So, we needed to be prudent but wise. Plugger went to the refrigerator returning with a can of Ensure setting it in front of me along with a glass. I opened it pouring the contents into the glass and slowly drinking it. Dad asked if I wanted another. I told him that I thought perhaps a glass of water would be better. He told me to get some water and then go get in Plugger’s bed to sleep. As I once more crawled into Plugger’s bed, I realized that I was really tired and ready to sleep. Once more my eyes closed almost instantly. I slept soundly but was roused in that jerking awake that one does after a hard night of playing. I continued to sleep the sleep of restlessness rest. I was awakened by Plugger and told to get up. I was groggy and slow in comprehending but obeyed. Plugger steered me to the bath room. He told me it was time to get prepped for tonight. There was a glass of water which I was told to drink. I did. Plugger then told me to use the shower shot thoroughly and to bathe again. I slowly complied. As I was drying, Plugger returned asking if I was prepared inside. I assured him that I had met my specification of six clear loads of water through my system. I realized that my hunger had returned slightly. Plugger led me back to the bedroom where he told me to put on my chaps, leather strap, jock, and boots. He handed me another glass of water which I downed and began dressing. As I was putting on my last boot, Plugger and Dad entered the room. Dad told me that tonight was another night to prove that I was a willing participant and worthy of his owning. He inspected me noticing that there remained only small lines marking where the previous flogging had taken place. He had me to bend over and ran two of his dry fingers into my ass. It hurt to say the least. He felt around and twisted his fingers touching and caressing the inside of me. He removed them telling me to go to the bath room to be sure there was no excess water remaining. I obeyed releasing only a small amount. When I returned to the bedroom, Dad looked at me and told me that I had done well so far. He went on to say that I had been trained well but that I would learn his standard. I consented with a “Yes, Sir.” Dad went on to say that I had earned the right to wear his collar and my chaps, jock, strap, and boots. I was very pleased at my earnings. He said that tonight I was going to receive the same as last night and more. He asked if I was prepared. I told him as I looked deeply into his eyes that where he led me I would follow. He told me to follow him to the basement. I followed. I glanced around as I went down the steps noting that the sun was setting as little light came in the windows. I continued my journey to the basement behind my Sir followed by his son. Once more in the room, Dad pointed to the sling. I got in and settled myself. Plugger brought over a swab and a point. Dad stepped to my side and said, “Tonight, you will not be secured when you’re in the sling. Tonight, you will have support for your limbs but you can get up when you need to get some blood back in your limbs. Drink water constantly. You know that. Tonight, you will be in the sling for use as well as on the fuck bench. Tonight, you will be used front and back. You will not refuse any man who wants to fuck you; you will not refuse to suck any man; you will not refuse to eat any man’s ass; in fact, tonight, you will have sex with any man who tells you he wants sex with you . . . whatever it is and submit to your masochistic side when commanded. Every man that is coming tonight knows your limits and what they may not do to you. You will have no need to tell them anything. I have made all conditions clear. You will be watched by Plugger, Bimini, or me at all times. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “I will continue to care for you and to prepare you throughout the night with the supplies. Do you need to know what?” Dad asked. “No, Sir. You will take care of your property.” I responded. With that, my arm was wrapped once more with the rubber strip, I pumped my fist, Dad swabbed my arm after a few moments, steadied my arm, took the point and began slowly pushing it slowly into my arm. I watched as the point sank further into my arm stopping finally. Dad pulled back gently on the plunger creating a huge swirling mass of red in the barrel. He then pushed gently forward dispensing the fluid into me making me feel the rush of sensation spread almost instantaneous throughout my body. He pulled back the plunger once more filling the barrel with dark red fluid and dispensed it back into my arm. As I coughed twice, he released the rubber strap, applied a cotton swab at the point’s entry, pulling the point out completely. As he pressed gently on the cotton swab, I raised my arm assuming the duty of holding the swab in place. Dad patted my chest and moved to my ass with Plugger. They then proceeded to use the speculum on my ass as they had before. This time though it wasn’t as painful but I was sure feeling super horny already. Again, Dad gave me his special booty bump. I was now ready . . . and willing. I was willing even before my points. With that bump, Dad had brought to the surface again that deep inner hunger to be fucked and fucked hard. My ass was beginning to scream for a cock in it and especially a big black cock. Dad had more to do though to truly get me ready in his eyes for the night at hand. Plugger appeared beside him with a small funnel and long tube attached to it. Dad inserted it into my ass. I could feel the hose slowly inching ever deeper into me until Dad was satisfied. He then held the funnel and hose as Plugger slowly poured the contents of another medicine bottle into the funnel. I saw the liquid leave the bottle and enter the funnel and watched it slowly slide through the clear tubing attached. When Dad noticed that the liquid had all left the funnel, he lowered the tube keeping the fluid from flowing any further. Plugger then handed Dad some sort of rod which he inserted into the funnel and eventually into the tube. He pushed the contents through the tube and into me. It’s got to be another round of multiple loads of cum. I’ll be disappointed if it isn’t; but, no way would I ask. Once the tube was removed, I got a pat on my ass and a grin from Dad. END PART 14

PART 9 Dad came over and greeted me with a big hug and kiss. He welcomed me saying he was looking forward to the entire weekend with me. Plugger told his Dad that I had a confession to make. He told me to tell his Dad what I had told him upstairs which I did. Dad looked hard at me and said that he was glad that I had taken the initiative but that I had not been told to do so. I quickly apologized and said that it was an error on my part for being presumptive. Dad was taking control, and I had been wrong. I now knew what his son had told me was very true about his Dad. What I had done was welcome but I would pay for doing it without permission. Dad told me to follow him which I did. We walked over to a small table on which there was a tray covered with a small towel. He uncovered it, and I saw all the fixings for a party. This was going to be a very good weekend and one where I was going to be put through my paces by at least two very good looking black men and hopefully three. Dad took my glass of water from me setting it on the table. He told me to measure out onto a small piece of dark paper what I would use for a slam. I did so. Dad looked at it, picked it up, and set it on a scale. Once weighed, he measured out a second and weighed it. They were almost identical in weight. Dad said Plugger’s name who then touched my shoulder and motioned for me to step away. He led me over to a sling and told me to get in it. I did. Plugger came to my side. He then asked me what my safe word was. I told him I had three: They were the three colors of a traffic light and meant the same thing. With that knowledge, Plugger began strapping my wrists to the sling and finished with my ankles. He asked if I was comfortable; I was. Dad joined us and checked my straps. He told me that they would observe my safe words totally but that they would do nothing to injure me but would definitely use me. I told him that I trusted them both. Dad then said they were leaving but would be back when they were fully prepared. They left, and I was alone. A shiver ran through me in anticipation of what was to come. I heard the two of them return soon enough. When they entered the room they both were dressed in boots, chaps, white jocks, and harness. There was a full impact on me at the sight understanding what was to come. Plugger went over to the small table and brought the tray over to the sling. Dad came and stood by my side. He looked down at me and asked if I was ready; I said, “Yes, Sir.” He reached up on the wall and removed a wide black collar which he wrapped around my neck. He told me that I belonged to him now and that I had to earn everything that weekend. I told him I understood. With that, Dad took a rubber strip off the tray and wrapped it around my bicep and told me to pump my fist. I asked if I might tell him something, and he consented. I told him that my veins rolled. He said that was good to know. No more information did I need to pass on to him. I was his. With this knowledge, Dad released my left arm; I lowered it to my side. Dad took from the tray a point and swab. He held it up tapping it, pulling back on the plunger, then pushing it forward slowly. He then thumped the inside of my arm, swabbed my arm, and placed the tip of the point to my skin and pushed slowly into my body. He stopped steadied my arm and pulled back slowly on the plunger. I looked at the barrel and saw a great rush of red swirling and mixing with the clear liquid already in the barrel. Dad glanced at me and smiled and plunged slowly the contents of the point into my arm. When he had completely dispensed the contents he reached up releasing the rubber strip on my bicep. He once again pulled slowly back on the plunger and I once again saw a darker red fluid begin to fill the barrel. Dad then reversed and pushed the liquid back into my arm finally removing the point from my arm. I had instantaneously begun to feel that euphoric rush that ran completely throughout my body on the first plunger push. I coughed and then again. My head was swimming; my body was relaxed; my mind was rushing; my will was gone; my commitment was sealed; my contentment was just beginning; my willing servitude was sealed. I raised my arm and Dad applied a dry piece of cotton at the position of where just seconds before a point had just deposited a fluid of power. Dad re-strapped my wrist. I thanked him and smiled broadly. Dad patted my chest. He and Plugger moved to the end of the sling. Dad placed the used point on the try and picked up another. Plugger took the try back to the table returning with a speculum. Dad told me that he needed leverage and room and was going to make room for him to do the final injection. Dad pulled my cheeks apart and sat down on a stool which he had pulled over. Plugger and his Dad swapped the speculum and point. Dad began inserting the speculum into my ass by pushing forward and twisting the tool in small circular motions. I was relaxed and in no time Dad had inserted the tool inside me and began to spread the arms on it wide. I could feel my ass stretching wider and wider and opening up for Dad to do whatever it was that he had planned. I was feeling horny by now and this stretching motion only served to accentuate that feeling. Dad asked for a light; Plugger retrieved one and held it shining the beam into my ass hole. Dad moved his hands to my cheeks steadying the speculum with one hand while inserting a second point into my gaping hole. I felt a small prick on the side with a small pressure on the wall. I then heard Dad say that his booty bumps worked. And, with that commentary I felt a small burning sensation in my ass. Dad was injecting me again. He withdrew the point handing it to Plugger who went and placed it on the tray. He returned with something which he handed to his Dad. Dad inserted it into my ass, and I soon felt a brushing sensation. I was being prepped for a good breeding session by these two beautiful black men. My mind was racing in anticipation. My throat was dry and my mouth felt like cotton. I found that Plugger had sensed I was in need of water. He came to my side lifting my head and allowing me to drink my water. He had me to drink half of the glass and told me I would have to drink more all night. All the while, Dad was finishing his work in my ass. He removed the brush from well inside me and began to release the speculum. When Dad had withdrawn the speculum from my ass, he brought it and the brush to me and showed them to me. I took one look at the brush which was pink covered and returned my look to Dad and said, “Beautiful.” END PART 9 PART 10 My ass was revving up to high gear now. I was getting very horny. My cock was leaking like a sieve but totally flaccid. Since my ass is my most important sex organ, what did I care about my cock? Dad placed an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth and tethered the tube running from it the chain to which my wrist was attached. There had been a big modification done to the mask so that the tube was much larger than the usual that delivered oxygen. I soon found out why. I breathed normally and heard a hissing sound from an aerosol. Very soon, I began getting drowsy. I fought to retain consciousness. I then heard a “whoosh” sound and felt a wonderful stinging sensation on my chest followed by the same on my legs arms and ass. I was being flogged. The sensation was wonderful. The flogging stopped as quickly as it started. I felt clamps with weights being attached to my nipples. I felt a pair of hands pull my jock to the side releasing my cock and balls. I felt those hands attach clamps of some sort to my ball sack and cock and finding out later they were clothes pins. What joy. And, then flogging continued with periodic hissing from the aerosol. I did succumb during some of those releases and passed out only to awaken to more wonderful flogging. Dad and Plugger took turns. I watched in anticipation and deep desire to feel the stinging but couldn’t ignore that my ass was screaming for attention by their beautiful black hardening cocks that were obviously straining the pouch on their jocks. At some point, I felt a presence at the foot of the sling and looked. There standing was Dad. He was beautiful in the dimmed lighting with his bare sweat glistening chest and harness. I could just make out the top of his chaps. I smiled and mouthed “thank you, Sir” when with one full force thrust Dad’s cock was completely inserted into my ass. There was pain I realized but the feeling of his cock in my ass was overpowering that sensation. I was totally drawn to the feeling of how hard his cock had become and how big it felt in my ass. He held his cock only for a matter of a couple of seconds before beginning to ram full force into my ass and then pulling completely out until only the head of his cock was inside me. He continued to fuck me in this manner when I realized that my ass was on fire inside and burning with a desire to be fucked even harder. Dad recognized the look on my face and began to unmercifully fuck my hole or rather the hole he owned. He pummeled in and out and twisted his cock from side to side and rammed full force into me jolting me in the sling until the frame was shaking violently and the chains holding the sling were rattling as if in the presence of a tornadic wind force. As Dad was fucking my ass, Plugger was still flogging my chest but not as hard as he had been. I had no concept of time. What I know is that periodically, Dad would violently yank his beautiful steel-hard cock out of my ass, slap my cheeks, and swap places with Plugger. Plugger was his Dad’s son. Though positions had been swapped, the procedure was the same. But, it was different. There were subtle differences. It was all wonderful though. Eventually though, the two of them had had enough fun for the moment. Plugger was the first. He spoke something to his Dad which I did not hear and then proceeded to fuck my ass with great determination and point. I heard him begin to moan loudly and pick up his fucking speed even more. He unleashed his first load of cum in my ass fucking it into me hard and deep. He pulled out and was immediately replaced by Dad who without ceremony repeated the same with my ass. Two loads of related cum in my ass. This was just the start of a long weekend. After Dad had pulled his cock out of my ass, Plugger stepped to my side and showed me a huge black butt plug. He walked to the foot of the sling and shoved the butt plug in my hole with one hard slam. He twisted it in circles a couple of times for a good seating. Nothing was going to be allowed out of my ass. Good. Dad pulled my mask off, leaned down, kissed me, and told me I had earned those loads and that I was going to earn a lot more during the weekend. They began to remove my clamps and clothes pins. I felt the rush of the blood returning to the areas. The feeling was super intense. I was gripping my butt plug and trying to fuck myself with it but to no avail. Dad told me that they would return shortly but they would help me out on my horniness. Plugger had me to finish the water and left. Later, he would return with more water and a pitcher of water. Dad slowly pulled the butt plug out of my ass leaving me feeling totally and absolutely empty. He replaced it with a dildo with a grip area. It’s designed so that this area is smaller than the dildo so that it can’t slip out and one’s ass lips close around it holding it in. Okay. What I didn’t know was that it was a vibrating dildo. Dad turned it on making adjustments until he was satisfied. They left. Though the vibrating dildo helped ease the emptiness of not being fucked, it did provide some relief. It kept my ass occupied. It left me to think about my position and what joy I had just had and was anticipating more. Sooner than I knew Dad and Plugger were back. They returned and had brought someone with them. I looked closely as I could in the dimmed light. I was aware of them talking but not hearing the conversation. What I knew was that soon this tall newcomer was approaching my ass and looked down at me as he stood next to my ass. I heard a deep voice ask if I didn’t recognize him. I told him I didn’t. He said he had bred my ass a couple of weeks earlier at Man’s Country. Ah. He was the first man who Plugger had sent at MC to fuck me. I remembered him well now: Bimini. Dad came up beside me and leaned down to my ear. He told me that I had better please this man. He was a good friend whose name was Bimini and was being offered my ass to breed as he enjoyed doing since it was his house. I flashed back momentarily to MC and searched for any dissatisfaction then; I found none but had not spoken with him afterwards. I shook my head in assent. I felt the vibrator being removed and turned off. Dad walked down to my feet and told the man that my ass had been prepared already once but to feel free to check it out. I felt two of Bimini’s rough girthy fingers ram all the way inside my ass as he pulled my cheeks apart with his other hand. He began to ritually twist and turn his fingers as he had done before but this time he was much more demonstrative. He pulled them out after a short exam and asked Dad how many loads of cum did I have in me. Dad told him one each from him and Plugger but that I had gotten some before submitting to them. Bimini slapped my cheek hard and in a loud voice asked me how many more I had in me and where had I gotten them. I told him that I had gone to MC and been fucked a number of times and had taken seven loads of cum. He looked at me deeply and called me a cum whoring white bitch for which I thanked him. END PART 10

PART 5 As I rested on his arm, I could feel his black cock growing. There was a hesitancy on my part: Could I really get fucked again after last night? I was determined that I would. He began licking my neck again and nipping at it. I bent my head forward allowing him access. His biting became more determined as did his licking my neck and head. His hands began reaching for my tits where he again began squeezing them and twisting them forcefully. The more he squeezed and pulled and twisted my nipples the more awake I became and gave every indication I was ready for him to continue where we had left off earlier. And, the harder he bit and tortured my nipples the harder I felt his cock get. He was a master of this sadistic foreplay, and we both were relishing it. He moved his hips away from me and with his hands guided me onto my stomach as he rolled on top of me. I felt his hands spread on my shoulder blades as he put his knees between my legs pushing them apart. I pushed upward with my ass to give him access to my ass hole. Soon the head of his cock was there and when he had lined it up just right, he pushed forward ever so slightly to make sure he had the mark. He lowered his body moving his hands from my shoulder blades to wrap around me. Just as the thought of no lube raced across my brain, he plunged full length into my ass. I inhaled with a great gasp but made no other sound outwardly as the pleasureable pain was delightful. He continued to push his cock further in to my ass, and I’m sure ripping open all those cuts he had made the night before. Soon enough, he had impaled me onto his cock once more. One arm went under my throat as the other found its mark to torture—my nipple. He clamped down on my nipple and began his torturous routine. His other arm lifted my head making breathing difficult and little or no ability to speak. He began fucking me once more, and I realized he was different this time. His style had changed. I didn’t care as long as his big black cock was sunk into my ass fucking me with the knowledge that I would be filled once more with his cum load. He continued to fuck and torture my nipple until a single droplet of sweat hit me. It was like a trigger for him. He released my neck and nipple and grabbed my hips pumping me viciously hard with each of his strokes. I made every effort to raise my hips to allow easier access to encourage his fucking. It was only a matter of time when his breathing became a pant, sweat dropped onto me as if it were raining, and his black cock was driving him to his conclusion. His hands swiftly moved from my hips to my ass cheeks pulling them wide open as he drove himself as deeply as he could in a final thrust releasing his cum into my gut. I could feel the entire length of his cock swell and shrink as the underside of his cock gave proof of his deposit being made. He unloaded 12 to 15 salvos of his precious ball juices and baby making liquid. He finally collapsed onto me and lay there in sexual exhaustion. As I lay there beneath him, filled with his load of cum and satisfied that once more I had provided an orifice for a black man to use. I could feel after awhile his cock shrinking eventually after several minutes popping out of my ass. He slid off me and onto his side as I lay there. I heard a voice from the foot of the bed say, “Did you enjoy my Dad, too?” I was confused but twisted around and looked at the man who had just fucked me. It was not my fucker from the previous evening. I looked in the direction of the voice, and there he stood grinning broadly again. Once more I was confused. My fucker crawled up onto the bed and came to rest on the other side of me. Now, I have a black man on either side of me, and it begins to dawn on me that I’ve been provided as a hole for use to another black man. I’m a pervert with no qualms about who fucks me as long as they enjoy it. I turned to the man who had just fucked me and asked him if he had to which he responded, “Oh, shit, yes. I’m going to fuck you some more, too.” I do like a black man confidant of himself and his position. I turned to my fucker from last night and asked him if he usually picked up men to bring home to share . . . and smiled devilishly. He told me only real special white asses were brought home to share with his Dad. Oh, yes; his Dad. And, knowing what I was thinking a voice behind me said, “Yes, his real Dad.” I looked back and forth at the two of them thinking I must be hallucinating or had gone into a psychotic break down. But, who was I to question what was being told to me. Neither man had anything to gain by lying to me about their relationship. With me lying there between these two black men ostensibly father and son, I wasn’t left to my thoughts for long before my fucker from MC got up on his knees pulling me up into a doggie position. He lined up quickly with my hole and slammed full length into me once again. I hadn’t thought about it but found he was steel hard once more. He was interested in fucking my ass again after having watched his Dad fuck me and fill me with his DNA. This man was going to reclaim my ass with another load of his cum. I wondered to myself if it were generational competition but decided I didn’t give a damn since I was going to get loaded up good with some super hot cum after some good hard fucking. It wasn’t long before my MC fucker was slapping my ass cheeks hard and grinding his cock deep in my ass. He leaned over me and tortured my tits until I found my own cock growing in excitement and lust. I glanced to my side to see Dad watching me and his son in the middle of the bed fucking like animals. I returned my thoughts to this black man whose cock was buried deep in me and then buried only as deep as the head. He pounded my ass harder and harder spitting on me occasionally. All good things must come to an end and so did this good fucking. Once more I heard my fucker beginning to breathe heavier and felt his sweat dripping on me as he picked up the pace of his piston fucking. Again, he growled loudly as he slapped both his hands on my ass cheeks as he thrust forward in a final heave of shoving his big black cock into my ass as far as it would go as he unleashed a torrent of his cum that splattered my guts coating them with his thick gooey load. We lowered ourselves down onto the bed where we caught our breaths as the last bit of his cum seeped into my ass and I milked on his cock encouraging every little wiggler to swim through his love tube and into my love oven. There’s nothing better than a good hot poz breeding session. Not to be ignored or outdone, Dad was soon pushing son’s shoulder telling him he was already in my ass enough and he had a lot more to give. Son pushed himself up off my back pulling his limp cock slowly out of my ass. Dad replaced his son ramming himself fully into my ass and began pumping without a pause. This Dad knew what a cum pig was and had obviously had used such before. Dad drove his cock full length into my ass for all he was worth and I made sure he enjoyed himself by tightening my ass around his cock squeezing it for maximum pleasure to his cock. But, Dads will be Dads. He was excellent on control. But, he must have had other thoughts because sooner than I thought he rammed full force into my hole about a half dozen times and then began yelling as he fucked me super hard and deep pumping another full load of his cum deep into my gut. After a dozen hard deep rams which deposited his cum inside me, Dad collapsed on top of me. I could feel his sweaty body mixing with my own sweat as we both were momentarily satisfied. The three of us spent the rest of the day fucking. Since I was the only bottom, it gave me great pause to think about how lucky I was being available for two such good looking black men to use as a cum dump. About every second or third fucking, I got a new round of ass adjustments—read I had my ass re-scratched to make available for easier absorption—resulting in some nice pinkish froth. Although most of the time I was laying in the bed or bent over the side of it, I always got time to just lay there letting that wonderful poz juice from I presume two poz black men to drain further into me for intake on my part. No lube was ever used except spit and cum loads. It just wouldn’t have been right. All good fuck times must come to an end it seems. Late that afternoon after having drained my hosts balls of all the baby batter they could produce, I understood the subtle hint that it was time to go. At the door, I was given a piece of paper with Plugger’s name (Derrick) and phone number on it. In return, I gave him my name and phone number. Dad told me to be sure to call Plugger and to come back again real soon for an even longer party with them. I promised I would. That, though, is another tale. END PART 5 PART 6 I spent many days after that flashing back to my trip to MC and the aftermath. I had received a lot of cum loads at MC but the last three were the most memorable . . . especially that last one. Having left with Plugger/Derrick and gone home with him only to receive no less than about a half dozen or more cum loads from fucking with him and as many from his Dad kept my mind in constant motion of remembrance. I looked forward to the next meeting with them if it was to be. But, I needed time for my back, ass, and legs to rid themselves of the telltale sign of the whipping which I had also received. It was such an unexpected but delicious whipping which I do love almost as much as being fucked and taking loads of cum. After three weeks of holding off so as not to seem anxious or pushy, I called the number that Plugger had given me. The phone rang four times until a voice came on the line telling me to leave a message. I spoke briefly stating my name and number repeating both. I went on to explain who I was and where Plugger and I had met. I reasoned that it was safe to leave such a message since I had met his Dad and presumed that there was no one else living with them. One can not be too careful but reason told me it was safe to say what I did. I hung up and went on with my life but keeping my mind in turmoil thinking how much I would want to be back in their home being shared by the two of them again. I went over in my mind all the fucking which we had done and kept stopping my housecleaning to mentally view each of their cocks. Both cocks were about the same description which was why I didn’t realize the change of men. What is there to say about two beautiful black cut cocks that are solid and have a downward curve? In fact, they both had similar stature. Both men were about my height of 5’ 10” and about the same weight of 185 to 190. Both had shaved their heads as I had. Both bodies were muscled but not from a gym; they had earned their muscles from real work. Plugger enjoyed hard core bdSm or at the very minimum whipping a willing partner with a good belt as well as tit torture and chewing an ass hole hard with his teeth. Since his Dad had also been a tit torturer, I wondered if this had been a familial thing or if he, too, enjoyed his sons—and my—penchant for pain/pleasure. I was hoping that time would tell. I also realized that Dad enjoyed fucking a man’s butt when it was filled with cum. Odd, how this realization came to me so many days afterward. But, then, I was too involved at the time to care about such knowledge as long as I was getting fucked and taking cum loads from two black men . . . and, that those two black men were related. I turned my thoughts to Plugger again and wondered if he were poz. We hadn’t expressed any details to the other about the issue. I always believe that any man fucking me is poz if he’s fucking me bareback. And, since I don’t get fucked if a man insists on using a condom, I presume that I’m taking poz cum loads. I remembered that Plugger did a number on the inside of my hole almost as much as the first guy Plugger had sent to me at MC. The two of them both knew about using their nails to make those cuts to allow easier absorption of swimmers. Since Plugger knew that his buddy was poz and loved to breed white ass, I concluded in my mind that he was also poz. As for Dad, I wondered. I didn’t care, but, I did wonder. As I was mulling all of this in my mind and doing a half-assed job of cleaning, I was startled out of my thoughts by my phone ringing. I answered it and was greedily surprised and became breathless to hear my caller. It was Plugger. He wanted to know how I was, he was glad to hear from me, he was glad to have met, and he was horny. I was like a tongue-tied kid with my responses blurting them out not able to speak a coherent sentence. I was giddy with excitement and anxious about where the call might lead. With great determination, I finally calmed myself and became sane and spoke with him at length. I confessed that I had not called sooner as I didn’t want to be a pushy newcomer in his life. Plugger said he didn’t want to seem overanxious or pushy either. That finally said set us both at ease, and we began chatting about just things. I felt at ease and presumed that he had reached that point as well. But, our chat finally turned to us. Plugger asked if he had hurt me when he had beaten me with his belt. I told him he had left some marks but nothing that offended me by any means. I had enjoyed the surprise beating as well as his toothy chewing and eating he had done to my ass. He laughed and told me that there weren’t many men who enjoyed his rough side. I said it was a mutual enjoyment then and perhaps one day he and I might share even more extensive playing. He said he hoped so. He told me that all that he had learned and had come to enjoy was because of his Dad. He told me that his Dad was a Sadist from the best of the lifestyle. (A shiver of anticipation ran through me.) Plugger asked what limits I had, and I told him: no females, minors, scat, permanent marks, shaving, alterations, ball torture because of a mass on one of my balls, or use of breakable items such as glass. I told him that most anything else I was a willing participant. He was very pleased and told me that he and his Dad would enjoy seeing me again for a lengthy time to play. I told him that all we needed to do was to arrange a mutually acceptable day and time. Plugger asked what I was going to do that weekend. I told him that I probably would go back to Man’s Country. He asked if instead I would be interested in visiting him and his Dad for the weekend. I hesitated in responding only to allow my heart to calm down to allow me to speak with ease and not with the excited voice of an overly turned on perverted trained sub/bottom. I told him that I would enjoy that a lot. We arranged that I should be there on Friday about 7:00 pm and to plan to spend the weekend. (How could I make it through two days before the weekend arrived?) He told me that I should bring my leather gear that I had worn at MC just in case. Everything else would be provided. I agreed to be there and assured him when asked that I did remember where he and his Dad lived. He gave me the address anyway. Plugger then went to a subject that we had discussed on the way to his house. He asked again about my partying. I re-iterated what I had told him that morning we had met: I had done pot a few times, poppers, ethyl (preferred to poppers), coke once, but preferred meth which I had snorted, smoked, and slammed. I went on to tell him that I had done booty bumps but that they had never really done anything for me. He told me that he and his Dad partied on occasion but weren’t heavy or constant users. I said that was the same for me. I preferred to remember what happened but enjoyed using to heighten the playing. I went on to tell him that I was a very light user because of my metabolism in relation to medication. My body is quick to absorb medicine. I told him that on a couple of occasions I had gone into convulsions because a dentist had used the calculated dose of Novocain for someone of my size and age. With a lesser amount the dentist learned in subsequent use, I still received the same numbing effect. So, for me to use any party favors, I had to be very careful. He understood. We chatted on about mundane things before he finally said he had to go. We said our good-byes after he very briefly repeated his address and how he and his Dad were expecting me for the weekend. I was left in a somewhat dream state of angst of having to live through two days until Friday arrived. I started out by gathering together what I was going to take with me on Friday: black biker boots, chaps, black jock, and harness. I laid out also my jeans and t-shirt to wear and pulled out my travel kit of toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, and other assorted items. All that done taking every bit of 10 minutes, I sat down and zoned out. It was going to be a very, very long 48 hours. Longer still as I knew that I was going to take off from work Friday so that I could be very ready from the moment I went through that front door. With all my comp time, I was entitled to the day off if not even Monday as well. Who knew how I would feel after an entire weekend with two such hot, horny, black men. END PART 6

PART 3 I laid there for a few minutes when I heard a voice at the door asking if I had forgotten him. I turned to see the black guy from The Pit standing in my room closing the door behind him. He asked if I had enjoyed the two black men he had sent. Foolishly, I asked him which two? He said the two that had just exited my room. I told him that I had enjoyed both and thanked him. I asked him what I owed him for such, and he told me he would collect his due. I had no doubt of that. He asked if I had taken both their loads, and I told him yes. He said, “Good. I love fucking in a cum-filled hole.” With that he arranged me on my back where I pulled my legs up to my chest while he knelt down to drive me crazy again tongue fucking my well used hole. He kept this up for awhile finally telling me to squeeze out some of that cum. I complied. He slurped it up and finally stood up leaning over me planting a big open-mouthed kiss on me sharing the contents he had sucked out of my ass. What a tasty treat it was. He pulled me to him so that the small of my back was at the edge of the bed and held my legs on his shoulders as he took aim at my willing and juicy hole. He found the entrance and proceeded to push himself into my hole as I pushed outward to allow him easy entry. He took his time pushing in and out going a little further each time until his hard black curved cock was totally engulfed in my ass. He began to fuck me with gentleness as he told me how his first buddy was notorious for breeding white ass with his poz cum loads. He told me how he loved to watch his buddy breed a white ass knowing that he had torn it up with his nails before impaling the unsuspecting white guy and ripping his ass open to bleed causing the tears that would allow his strain to enter the white guy permanently. I’m hearing all of this as he continued to plunge fully into my ass pulling his black cock out until only the head was still inside. He intermittently gave me a kiss or licks my face as he pulled me closer to him as his hard fucking backed me away from him. He began to squeeze gently on my nipples and increased the amount of pressure until he was causing some serious sensation or what some men call pain—I love the sensation of my nipples being so tortured. He had been fucking me for about fifteen minutes when he really picked up the pace and began slamming into my ass grabbing my uppermost thighs and pulling me to him. Sweat glistened on him as it did on me. I reached overhead and pushed my hands against the wall to keep me closer to meet his thrusts. His hands let go of my thighs and grabbed my nipples one last time squeezing and twisting them as hard as he could for a few seconds and then returned to holding my thighs beginning his final ramming home. He let go with a deep guttural growling as I sensed his big black cock swell up and expel his first salvo of his ball juices. He stopped his pumping in and out motion and allowed his cock to swell up and as it spit out his cum load into my ass he would ram full length into my ass with me clamping down on his cock as he pulled out so that every drop would be pulled out of his cock and into my ass. He continued to swell and spit his cum in my ass for several minutes finally breathing heavily and gasping for air ending eventually with his cock impaled in my ass and the two of us both savoring what had just happened. Slowly he withdrew his cock steadying himself on my knees as I lay on the bed. He smiled broadly. After recovering his composure, he leaned over my body to come face to face with me and asked, “When are you leaving here?” I told him I had probably overstayed my time and needed to go. He said, “Good. You’re coming home with me. I need to fuck you some more.” With that, he stood up, told me he would be back soon as he got his stuff from his room, and would be back for me. I got up, changed into street clothes, and gathered my gear and the linens and waited. Soon enough he was back, and we left. END PART 3 PART 4 Outside he asked if I had driven which I hadn’t. He said he had. We went to his car and started for his place. On the way, he asked if I fucked with only black guys. I told him no. We chatted about other things but mainly about sex and Man’s Country. He then popped the question about partying and if I did. I told him yes but just not to excess. He asked what and I told him a little pot, poppers, ethyl, coke once, and mostly meth. He asked what I liked best. I told him meth. I liked to snort, smoke, and especially slam. We got to his apartment about that time. We went in, and he took me straight into the bedroom where we both stripped. He was even more super hot looking. I was looking forward to being fucked by him again. He had me to lie down on his bed at the edge where he again began eating my ass and this time really digging his tongue in there. He ate and literally chewed on my ass for several minutes when he looked up at me and asked, “You like it rough, don’t you? I mean, you like your ass really worked over hard like your tits.” I told him yes. With that, he began to chew even harder on my ass for a couple of minutes more and then shoved several fingers in my hole and pulled it wide open. “Yeah, I’m going to tear you up and you’re going to beg for more.” He stood up, shoved my legs back against my chest, and shoved two of his fingers in my ass and began shredding the inside with his nails just like his buddy had done. He did this for several minutes and without warning, pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved all the way in. The pain was delightful as he slammed full length into me. He began fucking my ass and spitting on me. He grabbed my tits and began mercilessly twisting and pulling them. I looked at him in total awe and adoration and lust. The pain was magnificent. The more he realized I was in pain the more pain he inflicted. He began slapping my ass cheeks hard between torturing my tits. This continued for many minutes until he finally yanked his cock out of my ass leaving me feeling so empty. He grabbed my right leg lifting it up off his shoulder and pushed it across his body giving me full indication to roll onto my stomach which I did. I heard him step away returning quickly and then heard a “whoosh” sound and feeling a sharp pain as the sound ended. My back was on fire. Once, twice, three times, four, five, six times the sound and then the sharp pain either on my back or on my ass. He was beating me with a belt. The pain tore through me registering fully with each blow exciting me. My cock began to fill with my blood and grew to its fullest. He then dropped the belt and was on top of me in an instant burying his now steel-hard raw black cock into my ass. He plunged in and out of my hole faster than any piston on the fastest race car motor accelerating it to its fullest capacity. I felt each mark he had made with his belt as his body pressed into mine. He and I both were in a frenzy of animal sexual lust. In less than two minutes he was biting the back of my neck as he unleashed his cum into my ass once more. This torrent of cum felt like he was pissing in my ass but we knew he was breeding me good. We both knew it was a poz breeding since he had shredded my ass with his nails but that wasn’t needed to be said aloud; we just knew and both needed it that way. We both hit our climax as only seconds after he began shooting his cock hit my prostate and I began involuntarily unloading my own cum. It was many minutes before either of us could move. We were both spent—totally spent. He moved to my side as I turned to look at him and two huge grins faced each other with four eyes sparkling with contentment. With the look of satisfaction and total exhaustion, he got us up off the bed, I went back and sucked up my cum load as he laughed. He turned down the bed, and we crawled in together. I backed up to him and felt his beautiful semi hard cock pressing against me. He worked it into my ass, and we both contentedly without saying a word fell asleep. We slept soundly, but all good things must come to an end. I awoke and could tell it was daylight. I was still tired but my bladder needed relief. I was no longer impaled on my fuckers cock. I gently eased away from him and got out of bed. At the edge, I heard him ask me where I was going. “To piss.” He pointed to a closed door and said, “In there.” I went where he was pointing and did my business returning to bed shortly. He lifted the covers for me, and I again backed up to him. We lay there for a few minutes when he began to disentangle himself saying he had to piss now. He told me to sleep. I was really tired. I know that I heard him go into the bathroom and heard him piss. Pissing is such a distinct sound. Before he returned to bed, I must have dozed off as I gave a jerk awake when I felt him lift the covers and get in bed again moving to me. I welcomed his arms around me again and was content in sleeping some more with this man who had beaten me with his belt and fucked me like a mad man. END PART 4