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Man ur hot story reminds me of my college freshman. Year dorm. My next door neighbors were two blk boys. I have never really had exposure to black boys back then and I was very shy so for months I didn't really hang out with them til the middle of first semester. Barry was about my ht but had huge muscular body and Arnold was more lean muscled but almost 6' 6" . One weekend after midterm, many kids went out or went back home for the weekend so the dorm was very quiet and empty. Barry went back home for the weekend but Arnold had to make up one of the exams so he stayed but I thought both of them were gone. My roommate was gone for the weekend as well so I decided to watch gay pon with audio while I masturbated. All of sudden my door opened and Arnold walked in naked with a towel around his waist still wet from the shower and asked me what I was watching.. He closed the door behind him and drooped his towel and walked over to me. "I knee you were gay. Do you like. To sick and get fucked?" I didn't reply his question but my lips parted and started kissing my first black cock. Arnold fucked my face and came all over my face before he went back to his room to study. Since that first time with Arnold, I was invited to his room a lost every night to hang out. I blew both Barry and Arnold sometimes but most of the times we hist hung out like normal friends. Before Christmas vacation, Barry asked me to smoke pot and have an egg nog with them before we went back home for the holiday. Pot made me feel so mellow and relaxed as both Barry and Arnokd got me naked and laying down on my side with Barry's arm around me and are lofted my leg and pushed his cock into me. Arnold came over and silenced my scream with his cock and helped Barry hold me back to meet Barry's thrusts. When Barry pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my thighs, I was moved to Arnikd's bed and Barry let me clean him until Arnokd came on my back as well. When Barry left to take a shower, Arnold pushed back into me and pounded me like a wild animal and came again inside me.

I spent the afternoon at two different ABS's here in Vegas. My favorite, Peepland, was first. The HUGE Consumer Electronics Trade Show is in town. I'm guessing that is why, so late in the afternoon, the place was jam packed. When I first got there every one of the twelve video booths was occupied. I tried doorknobs until I found one that was unlocked, and opening the door I found a nice looking guy in dress slacks and dress shirt. His fly was open and he was jacking off to some straight porn. I stepped in, locked the door, knelt down between his legs and immediately began to suck on his half hard cock. It quickly grew in my mouth. He was silent as I sucked his cock but after about five or six minutes of sucking, I could hear his breathing quicken, just moments before he filled my mouth with his hot load. I wiped my mouth, got up and left his booth. Just then, a tall, thin, geeky looking guy with black glasses had just entered the arcade. He found an empty booth and went inside and closed the door. I stepped up to his door to 'Claim It' so I wouldn't have competition from the other guys cruising the arcade for dick. I gave the guy a few minutes to get settled, get a movie going and a few minutes to get horny, then I tried the door knob. It was unlocked. I went inside and locked the door. He didn't look up at me but kept his eyes on the screen watching the busty bitch on the screen taking a hard pounding from the big dicked guy in the movie. I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. This tall geeky guy had a huge dick, probably nine inches long and very thick. He also had some beautiful, low hangers plopped out of his pants. I worshiped his cock, shaft, balls and under his balls, which he clearly loved, but, he never took his eyes off the screen. Still I could tell he was enjoying my attentions by the hardening of his monster cock. I really loved servicing his gorgeous ten pounds of mandick. I literally made love to it and worshiped it. Finally I heard him start moaning as his cock throbbed. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock as he filled my mouth to overflowing with his hot jizz. Without a word, I got up and left his booth. I tried a few more doorknobs, till I found another unlocked door. Inside was a guy dressed in a Jiffy Lube uniform. He was in his 20s and smelled of grease, but was a damn good looking kid, even if a bit rough and ruffled. But in my eyes that only made him more attractive. His blue pants open and was stroking a six inch uncut cock. I knelt between his legs and did my All-American Civic Duty to get him off. I love sucking and gently chewing on his foreskin. About 12 minutes of cocksucking ended up with his load as my third of my day. I again entered out into the arcade. The crowd had thinned. Only a couple of booths were occupied. I tried a few doors. Most were locked. One guy waved me away. When another guy exited his booth and left the store, I thought 'Well, it's also my time to go' so I left the store and drove a few miles to A-Action Books. I paid my money and went into the theater. Empty. DAMN! So I cruised the arcade. This arcade has half doors. So, you can see if someone's in the booth. Empty! SHIT! I thought 'Well, I'll sit in the theater and kill some time'. As I was walking back to the theater, near the front desk, I saw a tall, lean, scruffy looking guy in his early 30's walk in. He was wearing a black wife beater tee-shirt, black jeans and black boots, and was covered in tattoos from his neck all the way down his chest and arms. He also had piercings in his ears, nose and tongue. He wouldn't normally have been someone I'd go after, but there was something really appealing to me about him. He walked back into the arcade and I turned and walked back there following him. He went into a booth that I knew had a glory hole. I entered the adjoining booth that had a glory hole between our booths, got on my knees, face to the hole and did the 'finger gesture'. He noticed and quickly put his limp dick through the hole. It wasn't very big, but it was a fast grower, quickly rising to about six inches. In just a few minutes it was fully erect. I sucked and licked it for about five minutes but as I really wanted to get better access to his cock I stood up and walked next door to his booth. He let me come in. I dropped to my knees and resumed servicing his cock. I could see he was watching a straight movie, so as he watched the film I again made love to his straight cock. Another four or five minutes he arched his back, grabbed the back of my head and filled my mouth with his load. The nano second he came, he zipped and left, leaving me kneeling in the center of this dirty, sleazy booth. No sooner had he disappeared than a heavy set Mexican guy in his 50's stepped into the booth. He unzipped and fed me his five inch uncut Latino dick. I again sucked on his foreskin as his cock grew in my mouth, sucking him until he fed me. At this point I decided my knees had had enough of kneeling on hard concrete, so struggled to my feet, wiped my mouth and left the store, heading for home, with five loads of cum in my stomach.

I instinctively knew what was in the folder. It was about midnight. I could deal with things in the morning. I still had almost a liter of Everclear left, and some soda to mix with it. I fixed myself a strong drink as I began to strip naked, freeing my throbbing cock. I finished the drink in a few gulps and made another which I finished as I gathered my poppers and water bottle, my rubber bands to put around my cock and balls, the butt plug and lube. I also grabbed the bottle with the last of my Oxy, some Vicodins, a water glass and a syringe, just in case. Within 5 minutes everything was setup and I poured my 3rd drink as I sat down in front of my laptop. I drank half of my drink as I opened the folder and then topped off my drink with just the Everclear. As I looked at the file details, I saw close to 200 high resolution photos and 2 to 3 dozen videos spanning the time frame from shortly after midnight to almost 4 AM! I opened the first photo and started a slideshow as I sat back and finished my drink. Half way through I paused it and got my rubber bands. I needed to delay my orgasm and I was getting close to cumming just from looking at the photos. One band got looped twice around the top of my sac and another one I looped 3 times around my whole package. Then I wrapped a smaller third one a couple of times around the base of my cock. Then I poured another drink. The first two were just starting to hit me. Then I resumed the slideshow until it finished. I sat there trying to fathom what I had just seen. Photos had been taken from every angle, of every activity. Some had been taken standing back so the whole scene was visible, others were close-ups. Although my face was clearly visible in many of the photos, not one of them showed Daddy’s or Jimbo’s face. Photos of me with Daddy’s cock in my mouth, some with Jimbo’s. Sometimes just the head, others with their cocks buried fully. There was even a couple of close-ups where the shape of the cockhead could be seen halfway down my throat. My mouth was getting dry, so I paused the slideshow, downed my drink and fixed another one. As I resumed looking at the photos, they now moved to close-ups of my hole. There was one zoomed in showing the butt plug inserted with my ass lips stretched. Then a shot of it gaping and empty. That must have been when Jimbo pulled the plug out. I could see just a slight tinge of pink in the mixture of my ass juices and lube. And then some close-ups of Daddy’s cock buried bare up my hole. A couple of shots showed his cock only partly inside and I could see some streaks of red along his length. I could feel my hole beginning to twitch and my cock was bobbing “Yes” with excitement. Again, I paused the slideshow. It was after midnight, but it was a Friday night and guys stayed up later and were looking to get off, especially as the bars closed. I logged into a couple of hookup sites and set my status as looking to get fucked, then posted a couple of ads on Craigslist. I made it perfectly clear that I wanted it Raw/Bare and no load would be refused. Then I published my ads and proceeded to get my butt plug ready. As I began working it into my hole it was quite painful as I had been tore up pretty good only 24 hours ago. I took a break for a minute and finished my drink, made another and then took a couple of popper hits as I resumed the slideshow. There were a few more photos of Daddy’s cock in my hole and then another one of my gaping hole. A fresh load of cum was clearly evident inside. The next photo as a close-up of a big black cock with a set of hands attaching a set of shiny silver spikes. And then a shot of just the head of the cock with the spikes coming out of the top and bottom. Pausing the slideshow again, I grabbed my shaving kit and got out a syringe and pain pills. Not wanting to pass out if I did hookup, I selected a Vicodin instead, repeating my procedure of the previous night. I checked the hookup sites as I waited for the Vicodin to take effect, then went back to the slideshow. The next few photos must have been shot in burst mode as they captured the moment that Jimbo’s spiked cock head kissed the opening of my hole and then another shot as each inch of his death stick entered me. After the shot with him buried to the hilt, there was another series of shots as his cock slowly withdrew. But it was no longer a black cock, it was a bright red one. And then I paused the slideshow, freezing the next photo on the screen. There filling the screen of my laptop was a huge red and black cock, with drops of bright red blood, MY BLOOD, dripping from the spikes sticking out of the head. I stared at it as I felt my cock bobbing up and down and my hole twitching. The Vicodin hadn’t yet reached its full effect, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel some pain. I wanted to feel my hole tear. I wanted to feel the warm trickle of blood coming out of my hole. I forced the plug most of the way up my hole, then I took a few big hits from my popper bottle and braced the base of the plug on the chair. Just as the rush from the poppers hit, I pulled up a little feeling the plug come partway out and then forcefully sat all the way down, feeling the plug go in full force, violently spreading my hole to its maximum and then my ass lips snapping shut around the base. I almost yelled out from the pain but within a second it passed and I entered a state of euphoria feeling the fullness inside. The sound of an email notification brought me back to reality. Switching windows, I saw a couple of emails from guys interested in coming over. Without any hesitation, I asked them if they had any objections to groups or gangbangs as there were others interested. Both guys were okay with it, so I sent both of them the name of the motel and the room number. I shut down the slideshow and the closed the CONVERSION folder and then brought up one of my Poz/Neg videos and got it ready to play. Then I switched to Craigslist, logged into my account and typed another ad. “Late 50’s gay bear. Naked in motel room. Drinking, doing poppers, watching porn. I need to be fucked. Raw/Bare. No loads refused. Bring a friend if you want. Party favors welcome. The more the merrier. Motel 6 by the interstate. Room 126.” I bounced up and down a few times feeling the plug deep inside me, then grabbed my water bottle with poppers and took a few big hits and then hit Publish. Then I switched to the video and hit PLAY.

The straight, clean-cut 40-something year old guy on Craigslist posted for a woman who would take the four-day load in his nuts. He wanted a blowjob. Evidently, he was having no luck because when I emailed him playfully suggesting that a guy might do a better job with that, he actually emailed me back. He had just struck out with a third woman and was pretty frustrated. The more we emailed back and forth, the more I could tell he was just your average guy who was kind of losing his mind because he was so horny, and ready to try anything. He asked me whether I was HIV negative and clean. I replied I was. He claimed he had received a blowjob from his college roommate a couple times and had enjoyed the experience, and in all truth, the real obstacle didn't seem getting a blowjob from a guy, but convincing him I didn't expect anything in return. He actually wanted me to explain what I get out of it, so I told him how I got off servicing a man, especially a straight man. I told him how just a fantasy of a straight man using me to empty nuts kind of makes me crazy. He made a big point about asking whether I enjoyed tasting a man's semen. I replied "Yeah, I really get off on it." He finally agreed to give it a try, saying he'd come over to my house. When he showed up my initial thought was that he had honestly been somewhat self-deprecating in his self-description. He had said he was clean-cut , but when he stepped into my living room, he was every gay guy's fantasy of the straight guy who wants a blowjob. He was wearing kind of a thick coat because it was cold outside, but when he took it off and I saw him in his T-shirt and sweats, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that night. We talked for a while, and then I asked if he was ready. He answered 'yeah', so I suggested we go to the back bedroom. I hadn't blown a guy in a while, so I was really hungry to play with him. When we arrived in the bedroom he sort of hesitated as he stood next to the bed, so I stepped over to him, went down on my knees and began feeling up his cock inside of his sweats. He got hard quickly. I began to mouth his penis through the material. Slowly, I began to work his sweats down his legs. Underneath of the sweats he was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his throbbing dick. Remember I said he was kind of self-deprecating? He described his dick as somewhat thick and a bit of a longer 'unit'. If there ever was an understatement, this was it. After tonguing the salty wet spot his pre-cum had created when it soaked through his boxers, I finally worked his boxer briefs off. His dick was at least eight inches and really thick. I began to work on his cock, sucking the head, and then kind of showing off my skills at deep throating him. The entire time, he leaked pre-come like crazy. I could tell it had been a while since the boy had gotten any attention. Finally he asked if he could sit down, and I told him of course he could. I reminded him that this was about taking care of his needs. Once he was comfortable I got between his legs and continued to work on his rigid dick. My dick was rock hard, and it was kind of uncomfortable in my boxers , so I decided to take them off, and he didn't seem to mind. A few times I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and each time I deliberately backed-off, and when he had calmed down I went back to sucking him. His nuts were extremely sensitive, so he asked me to be careful with them, and I gently tongued them. After about 20 minutes I could tell he had held out about as long as he could, only to have his suggest "Hey, let's change positions." I was kind of surprised he wanted to do that because I could swear he was moments away from ejaculating, but I said "Sure, whatever you want." Then he ordered me to lay on my back. I complied, assuming he was going to mount my face and fuck it to finish up, but instead, without even asking, he began to rub his leaking penis against my asshole. I was stunned - we hadn't said anything about anal, but he was clearly about to cum, and it was also clear he was going to take what he wanted. Fortunately I habitually prep my ass whenever I blow a guy, just in case. It's only happened a time or two, but I like to be ready, and that night I was glad I was prepared. Throughout the entire blowjob, he leaked what tasted like gallons of pre-come , and now he was pre-cumming all over my asshole. Without any hesitation or ceremony, he just hunched forward and the head of his big cock popped into my ass. In two strokes, he was balls deep and then he stiffened, not making a single sound, but I could feel he was ejaculating his sperm into me. He knew he was going to come when I was blowing him, and I had even told him I would swallow when he was ready because he complained that women usually wouldn't swallow cum, but instead of blowing his load in my mouth, when push came to shove, and he needed to empty his nuts, he simply decided he wanted to do it in my cunt. Afterwards we talked and joked about the experience. He said that he really thought this would work for him — he thought it would take the edge off when he was dating women if he didn't have to sleep with them to get his rocks off. He made sure he got my real email address and phone number and then asked when I'd be free again. It's been a couple hours since he left, and I'm jacking off as I feel his straight semen leaking out of my used ass. He's going to be back. Thanks for listening — I just had to tell the story, because I couldn't believe it happened, even though I'm laying here right now with an aching asshole because a straight guy decided to finish his male business inside me.

In the bedroom..... Jay sat on the edge of the bed and let Chris work on his cock for few minutes. Then he started to move back a little by little taking the boy on to the bed with him. While Chris continued to choke and coat Jays big black cock with saliva and other liquids that poured out from deep inside of his throat, Jay got the metal chain harness from the bedside table and one by one locked chris' extremities. When he was done, he pushed chris' head away hard and Chris rolled back and fell off the mattress since both of his ankles and wrists were chained together forcing his body to roll in to a ball. Chris' head landed on the carpeted floor but his ass was still hanging by the edge of the mattress. Jay laughed loud and teased Chris how silly he looked folded in half with his ass up in the air to be used by any men like a dItty nasty whore. Chris felt so humiliated but at the same time he felt excitement through his body especially below his waist. Jay stood on the mattress over chris' ass and started to spit on in and smeared it around with his foot. Then he took the bag of crystal out and pouted some on chris hole and used his big toe to push it into chris hole. When chris hOle resisted too much, Jay kicked chris down and squashed his balls. Chris screamed and cried but his ass hole opened up enough for Jay to stick his big toe into chris. Chris felt the burning inside of his body but by the time the pain on his balls started to calm down, the burning turned into extreme hunger. Chris could feel his hole open and close rapidly as he welcomed the intrusion of Jay's big toe into his virgin hole and possibly begged for more. Chris' pens started to grow with each wincing of his hole. Both Jay and Chris could see chris' pens erecting between them. "Botch ur hoke is hungry huh? U r begging for my big man cock."Chris closed his eyes and didn't reply ashamed by the hinger of his body but deep inside he knew Jay was right. Jay sat on the mattress and placed the head of his cock at the wincing virgin boy hole and teased the boy more. Jay tested the boy until he knew the boy must be going crazy with hUnger then he stood up on the other side of chris body and the matress. Jay put his hands on the matress and started to to push up over chris desperately wincing hole. After few times, Jays big hard black fuck stick found the hungry boy hole and slammed down into it in one stroke. Chris holet was so tight and grabbed Jays cock so toghtly. Jay continued to pull put then slam down all the way gradually faster and faster. Chris body started to get pulled up by the hole grabbing onto the mushroom head of Jay's cock as he pulled up and out of chris. Jay continental to bounce chris body under him with his cock for almost an hour and both of them were soaked with sweat. Jay was about to take a break when he started to feel the heat rising around his cock inside chris boy pussy. Jay pounder harder and harder and Chris pens sprayed thick white cum all over his face and hair. Jay felt the pussy muscles trying to milk his cock like a real whore and he also felt some got liquid coating his cock and oozing around his cock down to his balks. "Bitch u must be a real fuckING whore and love my cock. And ur pussy is so soaked wet with ur fucking pussy juice. Taste it." Jay pulled out of chris and squatied down til his cock met chris lips. Jay put a finger on each side of chris mouth and stretched it apart as he dipped his cock balls deep into chris wet throat. Chris pens stayed hard even after he came and kept on leaking cum and precum as Jay pumped his cock up and down. Jay pushed his cock back into chris wet boy pussy and gathered up the little boy into his arm and lifted him up on his cock. He then bounced him on and off of his cock while he made fun of how he's bouncing a ball of whore on his cock. Jay fucked up into chris with all his energy and right before he reached the point of no return, he through chris body off of his cock and saw it land on the matrest bouncing up anddown while his pens started to spray cum all over again. "Fuxking birch u came again?" Jay slapped chrid cheeks as he looked down into the eyes of his virgin prey of the day who was giving him the best boy pussy he's fucked so far. Jay saw fear and humiliation in chris eyes but the list and hunger, respect and adoration blanketed over them. "Bitch is natural born pussy boy " Jay said to himself as he spit on chris face and started to dip his body for the fucking round three.

LA Story Chris kept his eyes shut tightly and bit his lower lip hard to avoid making any noise from escaping his mouth as he felt the weight of Jay’s body pushing him down to the pillow that was wedged under his belly each time Jay’s cock pounded down into Chris’ tight hole. Chris could feel soreness all over his body from Jay’s punches and kicks from their fight about an hour ago. Chris could feel tears running down his cheeks as he thought about earlier evening events since the arrival at LAX that led him to his current position. Chris just turned 18 and finished high school in June and decided to take a trip to LA alone before starting college in September. Not only this was the first time he was travelling alone without his mom but he also had a plan to finally explore gay scene in this trip for the first time. He’s been keeping his attraction to boys in secret and even had a girl friend who he had sex with couple of times in his senior year. He had no idea what kind of sexual activities two boys could engage but seeing other boys naked bodies in the locker room always made him feel more thrilled and excited than girls so he was quite certain that he was either gay or bi. Before the trip, he went online and found couple of boys around his age from LA that were interested in hanging out with him during his trip. However, when he got off the cab in front of his hotel and looked for his wallet to pay for the cab fare, he couldn’t find it. He went to the hotel desk and tried to see if he could check in but they wouldn’t let him check in without any ID. He called up his online friends and both of them happened to be out of town but one of them were kind enough to ask his friend to come and pick Chris up and let him stay at his house overnight. He also lend Chris the cab fare before the cab driver tried to bargain Chris to have sex with him instead. Chris felt so grateful for Jay’s hospitality at first. As Jay drove away from the city to his place, Chris told him how grateful he was and started to tell him about how this trip was supposed to be his first gay experience and etc. Chris was too naïve to read the signs of another trouble that he was getting into and told Jay about his life and his attraction to guys. After an hour and half long drive, they reached Jay’s house and Chris was surprised how dark and isolated it was. Jay carried the luggage into the house and Chris followed him with his backpack. Jay dropped Chris’ luggage by the door and went straight to the kitchen to grab drinks for them. Chris stood by the door while Jay made the drinks and looked around the living room with a huge TV with no other furniture but few pillows on the floor. Jay brought the drinks to one of the pillows and sat down. Chris sat on another pillow and took the drink from Jay as he handed it to him. “You have to drink it in one shot” Jay told Chris and took his shot. Chris copied Jay and pour it all into his mouth but couldn’t swallow it down as easily as Jay and struggled to keep in it. Jay laughed at Chris’s struggle and pulled off his t shirt. Chris smiled back at Jay and carefully studied his naked torso. Jay told Chris to take his shirt off and he pulled it off of Chris himself when Chris hesitated. “You want to smoke?” Jay asked as he reached for a big glass bong that was on the corner of the room and Chris shook his head. “C’mon. You are in my house so you have to do what I tell you to do.” Jay pushed the bong opening to Chris’ lips and instructed him to slowly inhale til he tells him to stop and hold it in until he tells him to let it out. Chris had strong lung from years of track and wrestling in high school and Jay could see it and instructed Chris to inhale and hold extra long time. By the time Jay let Chris exhale, thick white clouds filled up the whole living room. “Bitch, you got a good hit. Good job. Do another one.” Jay instructed Chris to take another big long hit one after another while he kept his eyes on Chris’ eyes. Jay could see the dilated pupils in Chris’ eyes. Jay pulled the bong from Chris and set it down before he stood up in front of Chris. Chris’ eyes were at the level with Jay’s growing bulge and Jay smiled when he saw the lingering look. Jay pulled Chris up to his feet and led him to the bathroom. He turned the shower head on and told Chris to get naked. Chris stood still a bit hesitant to get naked in front of a stranger even though he was high from the smoke and the drink. That’s the moment when things changed quickly as Jay slapped Chris hard to almost knock him off the balance. “I told you to strip and you do whatever I tell you bitch.” Jay grabbed Chris and wrestled him down to the tiled floor and started to forcefully pull clothes off of Chris. At first, Chris was shocked and didn’t put up much fight but as his senses started to come back he tried to resist Jay. Chris was quite athletic but he was so high from the drugs and against Jay’s 6’ 3” way bigger body, his 5’9” and 145lbs body was overmatched. Soon Jay had Chris pinned down and unable to move under him. Jay was naked as well and his big hard cock kept on growing as Jay through few more punches on Chris’ body. “Get up and wash up.” Jay told Chris as he got off of Chris and kicked him hard in the stomach before walking out of the bathroom. Chris’ spirit as well as his body was beaten and defeated and in spite of his desire to disobey Jay, he got into the shower as he was told. He stood still under the stream of water and felt sore all over his body. All of sudden, the glass door to the shower opened and Jay entered. Jay started to run soap all over Chris’ body and washed his whole body. After the shower Jay wrapped Chris with a big towel and led him back to the living room and sat him down on a pillow. The big screen was on now and it was showing Jay’s big black cock pumping a smooth white hole deep and hard. “You are going to smoke some more but this time I want you to open your mouth wide after you inhale and push your mouth on my cock as much as you can before you exhale, ok?” Jay fed the bong to Chris’ lips as before and Chris did as he was told.

God! I loved having the young black kid with dreadlocks huge load of cum drip from my ass all of last night. I went through 2 pairs of briefs last night. And I still had a huge cum stain on my sheets this morning when I woke up. His cock was so long and thick, that I've just got to make him one of my regular fucks. It felt awesome. And it was obviously a gigantic load of cum he pumped into me.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (Day 1) Riggs looked exhausted, shaky, ready to be folded and put away wet. He ambled over to the filthy mattress, which in the new harsh light, showed how really cum and piss stained it was. He flopped down tweaking his nipples, and closed his eyes. Mr. X began his examination of me—and me him. Daylight continued to brighten outside, which had a minimum effect on the black-painted room. However, with the unforgiving fluorescent lights no details were hidden. Mr. X had to have been in his late sixties, possibly early seventies. My jumbled brain pieced together that he was definitely the man I’d seen in the telescope. Now, up close and getting very personal, he was a much more imposing figure than the troll Riggs had indicated. He saddled up between my legs where I felt his fingers probe my newly fucked anus. Slowly, unrushed, almost lulling me to sleep, he internal massage my hole. It had the desired effect on me. I spread my legs more than they had been, and opened my passage to however deep he wanted to explore. He didn't go extremely deep, only manipulated my rectum with a playfulness that made me want to impale myself on him just to shock him. He sensed my eagerness and withdrew his hand and wiped it on my chest. He had gotten me in the state I believe he wanted: calm, observant, submissive. As I looked at him—for that was now all I could do—he had to be over six foot and probably an inch or two more. His face was craggy, aged by sun and experience. A lot of experience I could guess by his eyes. They looked weary, and not by the early hour. He had a long, hanging scruff of grey chin hair, small dark eyes, the whites very blood shot, his brows heavy, black and grey. He was completely bald. A large biohazard tattoo stood out on his neck. So many tattoos scattered up and down his arms, torso and legs they blended together as one. A single tattooed tear sat on his cheek. For the most part, the tattoos weren’t the kind you normally see, but seemed old, faded, etched long ago. A hula girl, a Tiki head, blue birds, fish, sharks, hammerheads, four aces, a wolf, a black broken heart. As he looked me over he licked his thin lips. His mouth hung ajar just a bit, enough for me to see he was missing four front teeth. His pecs hung heavy. At one time he might have had a strong, powerful chest. The breasts now sagged low, hairless, each nipple, like Riggs’, engorged to eraser head size. They might even have been larger, though it was hard to measure, for each one was adorned with a large horseshoe piercing. He felt my abdomen. I glanced up at our reflection in the broken mirror. I felt caught like a fly, watched as might a fly watch an approaching spider out of one of its many refractions. The drugs must have been keeping me sedated. I felt no fear but fascination and some arousal by this man, by the danger he imposed, by the stories his tattoos conveyed. Refraction upon refraction from the broken mirror above, I followed the movement of his most prominent tattoo: a snake head starting on top of his right hand, its forked tongue running the entire of his middle finger. The finger lacked a fingernail. The snake head brushed my clipped pubic hair. The snake coiled around his arm, ran over his shoulder, disappear down his back. He turned and found on the table the same straight razor that Riggs had shaved my balls. As he turned I could see the snake serpentine down his spine and disappear right into his buttocks. He brought the straight razor to my crotch, and in a series of smooth brushstrokes, he completely removed my remaining pubic hair. He grabbed a water bottle and washed any errant strands off me, feeling afterward to ensure there was nothing left. He felt the hair under my pits with the back of his hand. Brought up the razor again and, with a few strokes, got rid of all the hair there, too. He rinsed the area again. Satisfied, he turned and set the razor back on the table. Again, I followed the snake's journey over his broad back, slithering down to its end, tapered tail disappearing down his butt crack. Looking at his ample and still muscular buttock, I wondered how far down the tip of the snake went. He twisted back around. He smiled to himself, a horrible gap-toothed maw, making me uneasy that he read my interest in his snake. He held my head, lobbed it from side to side. His snake hand leveraged open my mouth. He leaned in, ran a finger over my teeth, lips and tongue. I tasted the remnants of my ass juice. Though not overwhelmingly rancid, still it reminded me of how much I had come to accept this far. The "interview" was far from over, if the "interview" had ever begun. He inserted a few more fingers and stuck them back in my throat. I coughed and gagged until he backed out. He stood up to his full height, towering above me. His manhood had relaxed, but still remained impressive. Some foreskin appeared that wasn’t there before, covering a large silver ring that cut a hole through his cockhead. The ring’s tip hung with a silver ball. He saw me staring at his member and brought it to my mouth. Pulling back the foreskin revealed some encrusted white flakes. He put it to my nose. I gave a quick sniff and was assaulted by the overpower smell of fermented cheese. He looked at me, waiting. He put it back to my nose and I wretched. He flicked out his tongue in a licking manner. I thought the drugs were playing tricks, but he stuck his tongue out a second time, indicating what he wanted. The drugs hadn't tricked me, his tongue was definitely sliced down the center. Who was this man, and how did he embed desires in me without a word? I touched the tip of my tongue against one of the white flakes. He grabbed my hair and pushed his whole head in my mouth. Between the hard metal and the repugnant taste, I threw my head back and turned away gagging. He let out a low, guttural laugh. There were so many things that should have raised a wave of alarms, but there was something enticing, mesmerizing about his force, his careless dominance. His proportions, huge shoulders like rocks, forearms and biceps like logs, large, sinewy veins clustered with bruises, the pockmarks on his face, his shrunken cheeks, a pentagon on his right shoulder, three 6s stacked in a triangle on the left—these were all warning me, yet drawing me to him. I shook my head again trying to get clear. Sweat from my hair still flew. He held out his cockhead again, peeled back his foreskin. He lured me to him. With a single finger on my chin, he gently, without resistance, opened my mouth. And with an my mouth opened I extended my head to meet his smegma-speckled cock. He allowed my approach. I gave it a slathering, around, under, then inserted it whole, sucking as much cheese as I could find, perversely loving how revolting it was. I retched several times. He seemed to enjoy each heave. He rotated his cockhead to me, displaying flakes I had missed. I licked up all I could find. I was entranced, wanting him, not understanding why I felt this way from the first flake of white I had swallowed. With an even deeper lust than I had Riggs, now came a desire for subordination to the man holding out his growing member. And as it swelled to an enormous length, what I’d seen only briefly when he turned on the fluorescent light, I now saw complete; all the shimmering metal studs lining the underside of his shaft; the thick round ring piercing his cockhead. At its full length I counted six horizontal studs each evenly spaced. His balls hung down in an enormous sack, testes the size of horse's balls swung by the slightest motion. I couldn’t take my eyes from this magnificent beast. A bush the blackest and thickest I’d ever seen, crusted dark wires curled behind his majestic member. Liquid beaded from his piss slit. He followed my gaze and dipped a finger to the bulb of precum and put it to my lips. I sucked his digit and felt his fingers again slide into my mouth. His fingers reached the back of my throat. This time I didn’t gag but let him go in as deep as he wanted. He withdrew the snake hand looking satisfied. He stared for an inordinate amount of time, evaluating. He felt my nipples. Turned again to the table and took out a pump with two plastic tubes. He placed one tube on each nipple and used the pump to draw about a half inch of skin in each tube and sealed them off. He stroked my cock, got it as large as it was going to get. He pinched the piss slit, ran a large finger over the spread tip. He bent down, spat, and slithered out his tongue. One of the two branches of his freakish tongue wormed down into my slit. It was the most unnerving thing I ever felt, like a worm boring its way into me. My body shook in revolt. Still, he held my member fast. At first, I felt a warm flickering as it went down into the entrance to my piss chute. I felt the other half of his tongue wrapped round my head, stroking from different sides, washing back and forth over the head. I felt myself, for the second time tonight, on the edge of cumming. He pulled back, but rather that letting my cock go, he inserted the second tip, both halves now drilling down into my piss hole. He buried his mouth over my erect organ so I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt it, every millimeters of undulating muscle that was slithering into me. Not a blow job at all, he was giving me two simultaneous sensations: one on the outside skin, swirling lips and bobbing mouth, something Napa boy had expertly done, but then a second sensation, one playing within my organ. I felt his split tongue gliding again themselves, like miniature scrubbing hands, sliding deeper down an impossible tender corridor. And while he probed, the two parts of this tongue forced the urethra farther apart. Like Riggs had pried apart my sphincter by spreading fingers inside my anus, the more Mr. X expanded my shaft the deeper he was able to drive his tongue down in me. A little over half my cock he'd devoured inside and out, when he slowly undulated, each time kneading further down my shaft. However malleable his tongue could get, the more he was splitting my shaft apart, the deeper his mouth enveloped me. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but he was unrelenting. Finally he engulfed my entire cock, his mouth resting where my pubes used to be, his tongue in as deep as he could get. I felt the top of my cockhead hit the back of his throat. He was tasting me like no other human could. When I wondered if were possible for a human to perform this type of sucking, the thought tripped a switch from which I couldn’t pull back from. With him glued to my cock, I writhed in the sling under him. Like an octopus gripping his prey, he moved wherever I moved, slithering relentlessly with me. I erupted with multiple ejaculations, never seeming to release, cumming deep inside the clogged tube, making my orgasm build up even stronger, then he let me erupt into his mouth for one intense spasm after another. Right behind, like a freight train run off its rails, another orgasm came crashing into the first, and with another flick of his inserted tongue blasted another right behind that. He swallowed every thread spewing out of me. I came a third time, thinking this could possibly never end, a house of mirrors, orgasm spasming inside an orgasm to infinity. He sucked everything I had in me and then sucked out more. Like a vampire that drained blood, Mr. X drained everything drop of cum I had. I could hold nothing back. He took everything within me, possibly everything I would ever have, exploded in his mouth until he finally released me. Relief spread over me, yet at the same time an epic regret that my cock was no longer controlled by him, as unnatural as the act had been. I spasmed a few more times and was done. A lake of semen dribbled out of his mouth, drooling down into the hair that hung from his chin. Some glistening clear juice matted the gray hairs, some gelled in white clots in the corners of his mouth. As he hung over me, some dark yellowish green flapped in his nostrils. It was only the beginning of the day with him, but he usurped Riggs' place without a fight. He lowered his beard and I sucked my cum out of it. Looking over me he knew he had enslaved any free will I had. He was deliverance in the flesh.

*** In the early 2000s, Alan Riggs would commit suicide. After resigning his position at the theatre and the school—one step ahead of scandal, two steps ahead of the law—he'd move to Los Angeles. An old director friend from his early New York acting days would cast him in a Chekhov play, to which he'd garner outstanding reviews—a rebirth of a career, his few remaining friends would say; a path forward after an odious turn of events. After closing night, he'd move his dining room table over to one side, climb a chair, wrap his feet securely with duct tape, and hang himself from the chandelier. I could have saved him the trouble and snapped his neck right then and there. I pushed him off, confused. I made my way back from the window to the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest leaning against the headboard. I was angry and also felt like an idiot, exposing myself in this brightly lit room to all of San Francisco. And yet, my heart raced excitedly; in one respect I felt freed. "You're safe, it's okay," he said. He offered me the goblet he'd earlier taken away. "You're drink." "Nah, I don't think so." "Okay, fair enough." He paused to let me process the past few moments. "He's someone I flirt with. A big troll, but Mr. X is harmless." He sat next to me, awkwardly trying to rub my neck, finding kinks in my shoulders, working his way down my spine. "Relax, boychick. You're going to have to possess passion like that in front of many people, many, many times, and that's just one person far away, in the balcony. In the dark. We don't have to get there for a very long time. We don't have to rush. We have all night." I looked at him suspiciously. "All night?" My hardon had withered and with it any desires. "Finish your drink. I can tell you're not the type to pass out." I sipped, this time, as I was directed, but with a new wariness. I wanted to still be in the running for the part. I felt if I got through these next few minutes I still might be. Winning a coveted role, becoming a member of a prestigious company, continuing with daily classes, would give me a reason and a purpose after the summer was over. I sat on the bed mulling over what to do. Riggs pushed down my knees, and rubbed the fur of my pubes. "I don't know if I like this," he said, rubbing his hand over my pubes, attempting to change the subject. "Even the pits. I love the patch of hair on your back but that might have to go too." He looked up, contemplating something on the ceiling, then added, "Except if we do the Albee in the spring.” "I don't know, I like my fur. Everywhere else I'm smooth." "Imagine though being completely hairless. Permanently. Maybe even shaved bald. How free that would be." "Wait, what?" I said astonished. "'In the play, Boy isn't bald. At least he isn't in the script." "I'm thinking of other parts, not just this one for you." Uncharacteristically, he lifted an arm, inviting me under it to join him. "There, smell that. Is that better than the soap smell." I knew he was playing me again, but I smiled anyway. I sniffed and he tousled my hair, and pulled me into his light pit bush. "No, I love your shaggy head. You’re a beach boy. Why would I change that? That's worth more than you can imagine.” He shifted over to his nightstand. “And as a properly raised beach boy you must smoke pot. Am I right or am I right?" he joked. "Chaw!" I said, feigning indignation in my best surfer dude voice. He ate it up. I could see this evening getting back on track. A nice buzz might just be the thing to seal the deal for the evening. "I smoke all the time. Weed and I go way back to seventh grade. The first play I was in at the rec center, Herr von Trapp sold me my first baggy. But I just ran out and don't have a connection here." "Well, you do now, boy. And, as a bonus, I have something I think you'll like even more." From his nightstand he withdrew a glass pipe and a little baggy of white crystals. "What? Coke?" "No. It's something much more delectable. Like you," he said grabbing my crotch. "This is going to be your favorite new favorite. It goes nicely with G, won't make you blurry like alcohol, or teeth gnashing like Coke. Believe me, the last thing you'll feel like doing is talking." After sprinkling a little bit of white crystals in the bowl, he firmly planted himself beside me on the bed, inserted his right leg between mine, prying me open like an oyster. He could tell I was still mildly wary of him. "As I light this, I'm going to take a big inhale and then shotgun it into you. You hold it as long as you can and shotgun it back to me. I’ll do the same, and on and on. Questions?" I shook my head. "How are you feeling?" "A little nervous but I feel a little of the G, so ready to try anything." "Trust me?" Again, I nodded. "No, really trust me." This time it wasn't a question. He lit the bottom of the pipe with a torch and whiffs of smoke swirled in the bowl. He then inhaled the whole at once, held it for a moment, then exhaled it into me. It wasn't any different than shot gunning pot with Perry, I thought. When I exhaled it back, I thought he'd oversold the result. I didn't feel anything at all. He shot gunned it back to me. I held it then blew a clear cloud into the air. "How's that?" "Okay, I guess. I don’t really feel anything." He ran a light hand over my stomach and brushed my dick. My dick was limp but responded with a small jerk. "Looks like a little better than okay, boy. How about this?" he asked, tweaking a nipple. I enjoyed the tug but didn't associate it with the smoke. He rummaged over the bedspread and found what he was looking for under a pillow. "Here, let's get these on you again." He salivated on the black suction cups I was wearing earlier and squeezed them on my nipples. "You ready for another go?" I felt a small tug of horniness wash over me. "Fuck, man. Let's do it." "You start," he said, loading the bowl, this time with a lot more white flakes. I held the bowl as he fired the torch under it. I sucked in the white smoke as soon as it formed, held back for a while, but when I was about to pass it over, he held up a hand indicating to hold it longer. I held it as long as I could, then he relented, and locked his lips back to mine. He inhaled the cloud, held it, paused, then passed it back. After exhaling, this time I totally felt a rush, not like a stony rush, but warmth that emanated between my ass and my prick. I tweaked his nipples, my cock not fully awake, but his dick rose immediately from his lap. "Tell Daddy how you're feeling now, boy." "Like, totally horny, Pig Dad." He evilly smiled back. His fingers rubbed a spot under my balls. He asked me if I felt it here. Eagerly I confirmed I certainly felt it jutting my crotch toward him. "How about here?" he asked, swirling a finger around my sphincter. I spread my legs a little farther apart in answer. "One more go," he directed. "When you breathe it in this time, breathe down where you were taught to breath, right down here," he said, pressing two fingers between my balls and my asshole. "Breathe deeply into your taint, feel it drawing down to here." As I inhaled he began rubbing his fingers up and down, circling out with wider and wider strokes. He pressed his fingers under each ball, one at a time, then drew back creeping closer and closer to my anus. He brought out the fingers that had been circling my taint to hold the pipe. He sniffed his fingers, and said in amusement, "Boy, you have a mighty stench. I think you definitely have industry potential. We shall have to patent you.” I was awake to every part of my body. Where it touched the sheets, where his leg brushed against mine, where, after he shot gunned me and our mouth grew apart, I saw a string of saliva hanging from him to me, like a cobweb. I licked my lips and felt the saliva brake, swinging back, cold and wet, landing on my neck. When his next shot gun reattached his lips to mine, I inhaled but also stuck my tongue into his mouth and sucked in all his juices. He locked in on my eyes, and laid me flat on my back. He breathed over me, into me, not letting me move. Inhaling and exhaling, locked in breath, not taking in new air but rhythmically using what we had between us until we were near asphyxiation. His breath expanded inside me, exhaling myself at the last second back into him. I felt a darkening in me with each breath, something that came directly from him, something from his basest nature insinuating itself into mine. With every breath I wanted it more. There was an unrelenting desire to touch my dick, or his, but every time I began to move my hand, he brought my palm back to my chest. We finally broke with a snap, both of us gasping for air. His palm covered my racing heart. He pulled off the black cups, running his fingertips over my nipples, giving them a tweak before continuing the journey down to my cock. When his fingers arrived, he pulled my erection down to my balls and then let it fly, slapping my stomach. What had originally been a frustration became pure pleasure. Letting him do with me whatever he wished. He licked a thumb and gently glided it over the glans of my penis, and then suddenly, without warning and with utter ferocity slapped my balls. I instinctively curled up into his chest. I looked up at him for a reason, but I could tell there was none, simply cold desire in his eyes. He coaxed me, bit by bit, to lay back down letting him run his fingers again up and down my body. He instructed me to close my eyes, legs open. He then gently, with an open palm, started tapping my balls. With his free hand, he spread my legs further apart. "Stay open, stay with me," he said. The beating of my balls slowly increased in intensity. What had previously ended in a quick, hard smack had made me double up into myself, this tapping, when increased so slowly I wasn't even aware of it, became curiously and ever-increasingly pleasurable. Without really thinking about it, my pelvis rose to greet the next smack of his hand, encouraging him to hit me harder. I wasn't thinking but feeling a desire to submit to his discomfort, even as it started getting painful, I felt a desire being drawn out of me like an itch desperate in needed of a scratched. "Alright then," he said, abruptly stopping, waiting a second, and then once again gave me a full smack in my balls. This time in only half-curled position, eyes still closed, he soothingly rubbed my balls. Not knowing what was coming next, but wherever he was taking me, I curiously wanted to follow. I relaxed again to a prone position. Whether it felt good or not, what I was enjoying was the desire to put myself literally in another man's hands, in Riggs' hands. He grabbed my balls and I winced. "Take it," he said, "let me have your balls. I want your balls, boy. Give them up. I'm not letting go until you give them over. Breathe. Breathe through it." The last suggestion, got me to force myself to lay back even though the pain was excruciating. I opened my eyes to see him release me with a flourish. I reached my arms up and put them around him. He enveloped me completely. We locked lips and laid down in each other’s arms, kissed more deeply, exchanging saliva, drooling out the sides of our mouths. He licked the side of my face. On an elbow he rose his face above mine and stuck out his tongue, drool dangling down. I quickly raised up and suck his tongue. Spontaneously, I felt myself starting to hump his leg, feeling each hair on his leg, seeing precum dribbling off his erect dick. "Okay, boy, you're going to bust your nut or mine." I started whimpering like a puppy, painfully not wanting to disconnect from him. I wanted his pain or his pleasure. I didn't matter which. "Turn frenzy into passion. If you blow now, that's going to cut short our evening and I don't think you're ready to go home." I forced myself on my back only rubbing his nipple, hoping that could calm me down. It worked to a degree. I didn't feel out of control but I was still under his spell, wanting him to take me further. I ran my hand down to his ample penis, feeling his piss slit oozing leakage. "You leak a lot," I said, staring at the ceiling, taking a bit of it to my tongue to see how he tasted. "You have no idea. Though I have a feeling though you will. Stick your finger inside.” “What, in your dick?” “Yeah, the slits big.” I did and it was! I felt I could insert half my index finger in it. I rolled to look and saw how the shaft bulged as far down as I dare go. He writhed with each insertion, leaked even more on my digit. "Are you going to show me how I can get mine like that?" I asked. “Okay, stop. Stop! Yes, and while we explore I'm sure we'll find other things you'll like. Now, lay on your stomach. Let see exactly what your little butt is packing.” Where a moment ago I was mad dog rutting on his leg, I excitedly flopped onto my stomach laying still. Riggs rolled on top of me. His cock slime lubed my butt, and he humped my butt a few times without ever penetrating. It made me want him to start fucking away, but I feared he'd destroy my virgin ass on his first thrust. Instead, he reached under my balls and pulled down my dick, again forcing it to where it didn't want to go. "You can let your butt stay in the air till you dick lets you relax. I want to teach you to take pleasure not just with your prick but with your whole body, especially, if not eventually, exclusively, with your fuckhole," he said. He lightly stroked the inside of my thigh and coaxed me to open my legs. I heard rummaging again in his nightstand. With my butt in the air, legs open, proudly displaying my hole, he said, "Hold right there." I saw a flash, but he said, “no, just relax, I need documentation." "Of what,” I ask. "Of your progress, boy. Yes, beautiful. What a lovely jungle. A tight pink, quite hairy hole. Spread your cheeks apart more, boyhole." I complied, spreading my cheeks as ordered. It felt so freeing to do what Riggs wanted me to do. I was following his words, encouraging me to play with myself. Rubbing a finger across my ass and lick the pungent finger through half-closed eyes. My dick was finally relaxed enough to lay down on top of it. He stroked it a couple of times, alternating between squeezing my balls and playing with my cock. He set the camera aside, and hovered his face between my legs. He spread my legs further, pulled my asscheeks apart, and did what no man had ever done. Feeling his tongue lick first the inside of my thighs, then the inside of my left cheeks, then right inside, circling his tongue down to my balls, then slowly up to the bottom of my hole, then working excruciatingly slow over my asshole to the top of my crack. I moaned the entire time he was in direct contact with my hole. I was ashamed and amazed knowing my hole wasn't clean and yet Riggs treated it to a tender bath, cleansing it hair by hair with his tongue. The feeling of his slimy tongue slithering across my hole sent waves of electric current over my body. He leaned above, looking at it, spread his hands for maximum exposure, and dove straight back into my hole, parting the asslips with his hands to dig in as far as his tongue could reach. I had a decent blow job by the dapper Napa boy, but Riggs eating of my ass left that back in the schoolyard. He chewed the outside my asslips, his teeth biting, pulling with his finger, wet and fat, sliding his tongue between the lips to separate the sphincter until it opened to him. He murmured affirmation to me, how good I was, what an angel. He spit on my hole, then a first wet finger slipped inside. His index finger up to his first knuckle, wiggled slowly, then withdrew. He gave me time to absorb the first shock of penetration. When I used my hands to spread my hole open, he spit on my ass, and re-inserted his finger now to the second knuckle, all the while slobbering to wet and push more saliva into my chute. As his index finger withdrew, he traded it with his long middle finger. I had never felt such an incredible and disturbing feeling come over me as it drove down in me. At once uncomfortable, but discomfort far outweighed pleasure with every millimeter he conquered inside my hole. A new and unrepentant feeling of letting a man, a man who made each thrust feel like a surrender, a man who took over my most intimate body part. "Your prostate, boy. Feel it?" Two fingers now pressed up in my rectum. I cursed into the pillow how good it felt. It was such an unusual sense of arousal and a need to urinate, both at the same time. "How's that feel, boy?" "It's incredible, Sir. I want more, Sir." I couldn't describe how pleasured I felt. I hammed up the role, "Please, Sir, may I have some more." "Oh, Oliver, what a pig you are." "Yes, Sir. Oliver want's more of Sirs sticky fingers. Please, Sir," I said, laughing and drooling into the pillow. He added a third wet finger and suddenly I wasn't laughing anymore. I let out a guttural "fuck," but also pushed my butt on to him. "Let me eat that boy pussy and get it nice and wet for daddy's fourth finger, then you should be ready for daddy. Now arch your back like you wanted to do all evening." I arched to his waiting mouth and he licked and tongued it with a ferocity matched only by my mashing my butt into his face. "Oh, you've got a nasty, stinking cunt, don't you, Boy Scout?" "Yes, Sir. It's your dirty scout cunt, just for you." "We'll see if it's just for me. But you know you're going to have to return the favor before the night's out." "Mm-hm," I moaned and nodded into the pillow. Every tongue lashing he gave, producing a louder and louder moan. "Remember what you're saying, boy, because I certainly will." I kept agreeing into the pillow anything, only wanting him to eat and finger my ass without ever stopping. He pulled back and four fingers pressed on my tight hole. For several minutes he attempted, but it was too much. No amount of spit would permit four to go in. I strained against him, but having such a tight hole, it held me back from what we both wanted. I imagined his four fingers would lead to spreading my hole fully open so I could take in his large cock. He reached into the nightstand and took out a little brown bottle and the bag of tina. He took the bag and, after lapping like a dog across my asshole, he wet his middle finger, dipped it in the bag of tina. "Now, boy, crack the bottle and take a strong sniff in each nostril." I knew about poppers, the Napa boy had them, but I'd never done them myself. I took the two hits like he instructed, and instantly my inhibitions flew. I barely closed the bottle before my head fell into the pillow. At my other end, I held my haunches high, spreading my cheeks apart for Riggs to have free access. Never so strongly had I wanted to be gouged. My butthole puckered out to him as he rubbed my pouting lips and slipped his finger deep inside. I immediately felt burning where he sent his finger. I clamped down hard. "No, just relax," he encouraged. "That burn goes away, and then you're going to want to open up." He was right, again reinforcing the notion that whatever he wanted me to do, I would. "Flip on your back and take another hit. Oh, fuck yes, beautiful, pigboy. Here, put your legs up on my shoulders." I couldn't remember who I was but I knew I would do everything this man wanted me to. I aimed my butt cheeks straight at his evil grinning face. He spread my legs apart and gave me one last astonishing rim job. His mouth ravished me. He diddled a while, brushing my hole lightly with two fingers, then dug in violently till one finger of each hand were buried to his third knuckle. He pried me open leaving me feeling exalted and revealed. He re-inserted three wet fingers again and when they were buried in me, he started flicking his fingers inside. It was another new sensation, making me cry out for more. "There's Daddy's slut boy. Time for a little lube." He brought out a tube and squirted some on the outside on my hole. "Take three more hits," he said, and waited, watching me as I obeyed. I licked my lips, wordlessly telling him how much I wanted him in me. Four fingers, the entire palm of his hand, entered as I laid the bottle down, feeling him impaling me. "Ah, pigboy. That’s great. Good job. Don't fight me. Let me just finger you now. I'm holding right here till you quit squeezing. Concentrate on me, on what I'm telling you. Look at me and lower your torso. Good. Now let me feel you open up. Spread more. Good. Grab your ankles. Stay still. Let me go in deeper." As I lay motionless, legs held in the air, very open and relaxed, enjoying the probing, he gently twisted his finger around my hole, going from a flat hand, and then circling them into a group. Not trying to go too deep, but giving me the sensation of what every inch of my hole was capable of feeling. I sensed him inside me wiggle, sometimes jutting a bit deeper, then pulling back, but with each slight withdrawal he was coaxing me to impale myself deeper. Eventually, I relaxed my inner sphincter. I could tell his interest wasn't attentive to my outer sphincter any more, but now he felt around searching for a deeper obstacle. I saw in his eyes he found something he liked. Now he only wanted to play with that. "Ah, pigboy, do you feel that?" I couldn't sense what he was talking about, but it was another new sensation being revealed to me. "Take a good hit of poppers." I did and offered him one. He shook his head. “Not yet,” he said, “soon though. Take another one real deep, boy, and I'll tell you what I'm doing.” I took the deepest hit yet and fell back, relaxed, desperately horny, flying cradled in the pillow. "Feel that moving inside you?" I did feel something odd moving inside. "That's one of your logs. I'm playing with a piece of shit inside you, David." I heard his words but they weren't connecting to any meaning. The sensation was all I was aware of, bucking up against something inside, feeling a large object rolling up and down in me, something he was pushing in and I was pushing it back to him. Then the words caught up to the sensation and I understood. An erection slowly rose out his meaning and merged with the sensation his was giving me. I understood what we were doing. This wasn't acting like a pig with Riggs. This was actually being Riggs' pig. "You're fucking me with my own turd, Sir?" He nodded with his most leering grin. I was filling up with an overload of sensation. "I'm going to cum, Sir." "No, not yet, my pig." He slid his fingers gently but quickly out of my shit chute. "Not till I want you to." I could feel myself right at the edge of cumming. I managed between squeezing and relaxing to suppress the feeling of nutting and not get taken over the edge. Still, my head was spinning, realizing what we'd just done. “Let’s clean you out. We shall introduce you to the playroom, and then take things up a notch.” I should have taken more stock in the "we" in his sentence. The Casting Sling (Midnight) Riggs led me to his palatial bathroom. Almost as big as my whole apartment. He showed me the bidet, where I could squat and clean out as he instructed. “Take your time. Find the right temperature and do it till you’re running clear." He had turned on the bidet and was feeling for an acceptable temperature. "We don't need to do this every time, but this first time it’ll be easier to have you entirely empty. Meet me downstairs." He wiped his hands dry on a clean towel. "The closet across from the front door has a trick lock in back. I had the garage split in half years ago. Go through the closet to get to the playroom. I'll getting us water and some treats. Need to keep hydrated.” I cleaned out for what seemed like a pleasurable lifetime. It was warm, comforting, lulling me into a calm, mellow state. I would have stayed longer but Riggs called up to me, asking if I was ready. When I passed the dining room I heard him fiddling around in the kitchen, and talking on the phone. I called out I was on my way down. I trotted down to the first floor, and found the lock on the closet's back opening revealing the playroom. At first it was pitch black, comfortably warm. As my eyes adjusted I saw to my right a high window with newspaper taped across it. Occasionally a fleeting car's headlights would drive by and dimly light the space. I felt around for a light switch, found one and flicked it on. The room illuminated only with a soft red light, the kind you’d find in a photographer’s dark room. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, but eventually they did. I could hear the floor creak above, Riggs still moving around, muffled sounds of him arguing. I took my time to scan the room. From what I could tell the room was painted black. A stained bare mattress lay in the left corner next to a door, which I assumed led to the rest of the garage. The mattress had the same stain as Riggs’ pants after I had rubbed my dirty hole against him. Next to it and across from me, was a sling like I’d seen in the man’s room in the tenement. It infatuated me. I crossed to put my hand on it. In the front, two leather loops hung for legs. At the back, chains ran up to the corners, where midway, leather cuffs dangled for wrists. A cracked mirror hung above the leather bed that hung from back to front. A small, black pillow lay at the head of the sling. A table with multiple drawers was on its right. I glanced in the drawers. Ropes, some thick, some thin, chains, locks, gloves, hand cuffs, clothes pins, a variety of leather straps and collars filled the drawers. Where I first entered, pegboard ran along the wall. Its purpose reminded me of the pegboard in the garage where my dad had his workshop. But where my old man’s pegboard held hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, and a big boobed calendar girl, this pegboard held whips with a single tail, whips with assorted number of tails, dildoes of various sizes, from one the size of my stiff dick up to one with a head the size of my fist and the length of my forearm. There were also paddles, rubber balls strung together, double-ended dildoes, rubber hands and rubber fists. There was a vast array of shiny medical instruments that I could only guess their purpose. Viewed together in the semi-darkness I was totally intimated and keenly aroused. In a darkest corner, to my right, next to a large support beam with a curtain that could be drawn, and where from the window above an occasional headlight flared, was a doctor’s examination table, complete with metal stirrups. The table was modified so the sides had straps that could tie a patient down. An angled mirror hung above. I saw myself dimly reflected, and saw I was sporting a full erection. Since I’d never seen one up close, I was most curious about the sling. I went back over to it, ran my hand over its thick leather surface, then bent down and smelled it. Catching the scent of Crisco and leather mingled together I inhaled deeply. It made my dick harder. I climbed into it wiggling my feet into the lower leg straps, admiring myself and my dick in the mirror. I tugged at my dick. How could something so foreign bring a sense of such familiarity? Riggs opened the door, startling me. He was barely visible in the shadows. “Perfect,” he said. “Stay right there. I knew you’d fit like a glove.” He had what I thought were two cigarettes, one above each ear. Orange tipped, extra-long, skinny. He placed both on the table beside the sling, then turned and came to me and pecked my forehead. "You like, boychick?" he asked. “I love this whole room,” I replied. “I don’t know what half of the stuff on the wall is but it somehow lures me.” “I bet it lures you, tiger. You’re going to love it here, I guarantee. I'd like to keep you here all the time.” I eyed him warily. “Just kidding." Then he turned serious, "but trust me, boychick: there are many ways to be kept." Brightening, he said, "Let me show you one. Give me have your arm.” He lifted it to the wrist cuff and locked it in place. “The better to lick your pits, my dear.” He went straight into licking my raised pit. I laughed and after a few moments of getting into the sensual nature of it, let out a small moan. He licked my ear. A wet gushing sound. He then went to the other side and strapped that arm in. Once in place he spit and wet the whole left side of my body. “Now no flinching while I do this.” He went straight for my dick and started sucking. Being in such a vulnerable position, it would have been easy to get me to spurt. He shifted and popped one ball in his mouth, then the other, then both. He rose from playing with my bound body and ran fingers through my pubes. “How about we give these a little shearing?” “But I like my hair.” “Just a snip then. Just to minimize the bush and emphasize what remains.” He grabbed a small pair of scissors from the drawer and snipped one side of my pubes, then the other. “Oh, much better. But we do need to do something about your balls.” In the same drawer, he pulled out a barber’s straight razor. He took a bottle of water and poured some in a pan. He soaked a rag and washed my balls. He took out a can of shaving cream, sprayed some in his hand, pulled down and help out one of my balls between his fingers and lathered it. He wiped his hands and began to tease me with the blade’s cold surface. He became quite serious. “I would not move a bit if I were you.” Riggs slowly shaved one angle of my testicle, twisted it painfully and shave the other side. He grabbed my second ball and shaved it in the same manner. In the mirror I watched him shave from the bottom of my asshole to the top my balls. When he was finished, he grabbed a stool and sat between my legs. Again he washed my ass and applied lather inside each cheek. With broad stokes he glided along the outside of my cheeks, shaving whole clumps of dark ass hair with each stroke, washing the blade in the pan when finished. As he got closer to the center, his strokes became smaller, more precise, eventually removing each hair individually. He pushed a cheek aside and cleaned until he got to the exact center. It felt incredible as he ran his fingers over his handiwork. Even at the end, when I thought he was finished, he took the blade and pressed it gently inside my ass. "If you clench you'll cut yourself. So relax." With that he slowly twisted the blade within my hole. I breathed slowly hoping he'd soon be finished. He removed it saying what a good boy I was. With the remains of the bottle, he ran the water down my balls and butt draining to the cement floor, washing away any stray hairs with it. I heard the water drain somewhere in the center off in the darkness. On his stool he sat between my legs and started licking my butthole, pulling my cheeks apart until he bared my anus. His face dug into me, tongue-fucking me royal. The sling had positioned me completely open, splaying me, totally vulnerable to his probing. His stiff tongue penetrated deeper with each jab, consequently getting me harder the longer he probed. As a finale, he reached up and locked my legs in the cuffs, saying, “Too late to get away now, Boy Scout. Guess you weren't prepared.” On the right metal pole above my arm was a light. He flicked on. I look away from the glare, and when I focused back I saw him holding a cotton ball and a bottle of alcohol. He dabbed the ball and examined my arm. “What’s that for?” I asked, suddenly more alert than before. He was silent while he pressed and kneaded the crook of my arm. He then lightly felt up my forearm and lower bicep, feeling it with two fingers. “Hmm,” he exhaled. “Not very good I’m afraid.” He went around to the other side still holding the pad, switched on a clamped light over my left arm, and went through the same procedure there. “Better on the right. Not great with your arm in the air but we do with what we have.” He came back to my right side. Started wiping the crook of my arm with his cotton ball. “What the hell, Alan?” “Time for Rigg Pig to get busy,” he responded distractedly, scrupulously checking the area. He looked up and now seemed to notice me lying there. “Time to take you down a notch, Boy Scout.” He picked up what he earlier had set on the table, uncapped the orange tip, and a needle glistened in the light. “Uh, I don’t think so. Not really into needles, Alan.” “I think I found a good vein. We don’t want to waste it. Hold still, I don’t want to nick you. You move I most certainly will injure you.” “No!" I said sternly. "I don’t want to do this.” I rattled my arm in the cuff. “Believe me you do want this. You wanted this your whole life. Just breathe, angel." I saw in the reflection above he was pressing his weight against my arm. "You’ll feel a slight prick and then a warm rush. Some people get a cough, or you might feel you can’t breathe. It passes. Just go with it. It’s a strong dose for your first time, so I’ll start with half. If you tell me to stop that'll be it, but you can always tell me you want it all. Trust me. I know you'll thank me.” He steadied the needle on my vein. “Ready?” I defiantly shook my head one last time. “Stick!” I felt a sharp jab and flinched. “Oh, shit, it rolled. Hold still, David,” he said annoyed. He pressed a clean cotton ball where he had just jabbed me, held if for a second, look to see there was no excessive bleeding. “It will just take a second if you cooperated," he said standing over me. "Be over before you know it.” He examined the area again, smacked the surface of my forearm a couple of times, dabbed the alcohol-laden cotton pad in a new area. From the drawer, he pulled out a rubber tube and tied it over my bicep. Felt for the vein one last time. “Okay, here we go. Stick! Ready?” he asked, with the needle already in my arm. My heart raced as I watched the vial swirl with blood, blood from me! Then saw him push half the contents into my vein. I immediately felt like I was in a warm bath, floating in the Caribbean, euphoric. If only half was in me and I felt like this, I wanted it all. I nodded for the rest. My breath rate went up. “Good boy,” he said pleased, watching me scrupulously. I saw him finish the plunger, watched the clear liquid swirl with crimson wisps of my blood as it vanished into my vein. He quickly withdrew the needle and pressed a clean cotton pad on my arm. He undid my tourniquet. I no longer was breathing rapidly, but had an uncontrollable urge to cough. I felt my lungs contract and wouldn’t release. I went into a momentary panic and then a coughing fit. Writhing in the sling, rushing from sudden unexpected euphoria, unable to focus, hearing the world turned inside out, everything became high pitched and then suddenly muffled. I felt the world falling under me, floating in the sling, seeing Riggs check the pulse in my neck. He watched over me looking pleased. I mouthed an involuntary thank you. He bent down and sucked on a nipple, then the other, then ran a tongue down my chest, swirled around my belly button, sliming me down until he reached my cock. My tip was so hard it was purple. He licked it, driving me wild so that I bucked in his mouth. "Ride it, tiger," he said with my cock in his mouth. "It only gets better." I caught up to the sensory overload, and felt the climax of the initial rush. It was so good, like a thousand orgasm, helped along by Riggs foundling my cock and balls. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I repeated. It was too much to take, felt too good, I didn't want it to stop. “Keeping breathing. You’re okay. Just ride it like a wave.” That made sense to me, letting the rush overtake me, not fighting it, spinning like so many times I had done falling off my surfboard from a humongous wave. Going with the tumbling not fighting it, letting it have me, take me where it wanted. Swirling with the swiftest current I'd ever felt, knowing I was riding with each wave, not being pulled under by it, the intensity of panicked excitement eased. The more I rode it, the more I enjoyed it. The pleasure flowing through my body kept increasing my arousal. I felt a physical warmth flushed over me, heat oozed through me, my cock and balls in Riggs’ hand, my asshole he fingered, my tits he tweaked. Riggs was feeling me all over, and I vacillated between being overwhelmed by sensation and wanting him to touch me more. The warmth now was turning to real heat, and a euphoric feeling of comfort, a sense that this comfort was continuing to expand exponentially. By two, four, by a hundred, a million, never ending. It wasn’t a panic anymore but an utter and complete surrender to the physical awareness of intense pleasure, everywhere, at the same time. Nothing at all like when Riggs and I smoked. Now singularly wanting to connect to him at this moment, too out of control to form any thoughts other than communicating to Riggs by repeating, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” "Are you okay?" he asked seriously, braking out of a role. I nodded and gave a thumbs up. He laid his hands on my tits, pinching them hard. It felt overwhelmingly good. “Harder!” I cried. “Just lie back and enjoy it,” Riggs said. “You'll keep rolling for a while.” “How is…fuck!” I tried to focus on where I thought Riggs was, over by the table, him injecting himself. My vision was like a film that had gone off it sprockets. I said, “Can’t see straight. Eyes cross-eyed. Jumping.” “It’s normal. It’ll come back. Just ride with me.” I realized he'd finished injecting himself and had laid a hand on top of my chest, then collapse on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding like it would explode. His usually alabaster skin was bright red. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he repeated more to himself than me. He reached up and unstrapped my left wrist. I flung it over him, hugging him to me, allowing him to find my face and kissing him as deep as I could, in thankfulness and lust. “Boy,” he gasped, “you are so beautiful. I want you for myself, all for myself. Not let him....” “I want that too, Sir. I want you to fuck me and own my hole.” He looked into my face desperately. “You’d sign your hole to me? Totally give it to me to shape and to mold the way I’d want it?” “Yes. However you…” “Shhhh,” he said holding up a finger to my lips. “How’s your hole feeling now?” he asked while freeing my right arm. “Like it’s on fire. Like I need you to put something in it right now.” He slowly made it to the peg board and removed a small dildo. He sat on the stool below my ass. He sucked on my hole. For how long I couldn't tell. Time seemed meaningless. I just knew we were one obscene creature, completely connected through my asshole to his mouth and probing fingers. I drifted off in a haze of ecstatic feeling, wanting my hole to open up as much as possible for him. I pushed out and flared my anus for his examining tongue. I felt a pressure at my hole. “Push out like your shitting,” he breathed. I pushed my lips and he twisted the small dildo into my chute. Just the tip at first, but with slow, steady pressure he continued sliding it in and out. It was seamless insertion. The feeling of a foreign object continually bobbing in deeper and deeper. I was loving it. It couldn’t go in deep enough. I rocked myself against it, and finally, I felt the balls of the dildo hit my taint, not letting it go any further. He swirled it around a few times and I bucked trying to take in more. With the sling rocking, as much as I wanted to fuck myself against his object, the swinging action pushed me away every time I bounced to impale myself. “Excellent, boy. You are in such heat. I knew you'd be a big slut,” he said. He stuck three generously greased fingers easily in me, then added a fourth. “Still a little tight.” He went over to the wall and came back with a larger dildo, big and appetizing. “Same thing,” he said as he greased it up, “like you’re shitting.” He inserted the head with a pop. I felt an initial stab of pain, then once my hole accepted the girth, it became a pleasurable sense of physical and mental surrender. With each of Riggs pushes, I wanted it all. He slowly stood up, leaned into me with the dildo pushed against his groin, he fought to gain inches in my chute. “Take it boy, all of it.” With each rock of the sling, I accepted more and more. “Hungry hole, haven’t you, boy? You want to become my hole, for me to destroy how I want?” “You know it, Sir. I want every inch.” We rocked like that for a long time until it was all the way in. His face was close to mine, pinching my nipples as I squeeze his. Like I'd been running a marathon, my sweat covered the sling causing me to slide around in it. He dripped sweat on top of me sliding his slicked body on top of me. “Boy, you’re doing so good. I knew you’d love this. How do you feel?” “I can’t believe I want more. That you could stretch me open like this and make me want more.” His eyes grew darker, shadows played on his face. He left me with the dildo still inserted, and went to the pegboard. He took off a string of rubber balls, the size of tennis balls, all linked together. I couldn't keep the dildo inside any longer. I felt its slimy shaft shit out of me like a giant slug, and with a heavy thud it hit the floor. “Reach over to the table. There’s some new poppers. They'll help you take these. If we can get at least three of them in you, we should be able to pry you open like you want. It won't be easy but between us we'll get them in.” I grabbed the brown bottle while Riggs greased up the first ball and palmed a large about of Crisco in me. He rubbed it around my hole, teasing me with the first ball's girth, exciting me, titillating me, prepping me to beg for it. “Relax, tiger. It won’t go in unless you let it. Unless you want it. That's where the poppers help. You got to want it more than anything.” I took a first hit and then a second. My head collapsed into the leather pillow. “Aw. Stretch me, Sir. Wreck my hole. Give me a gaping cunt.” I could feel the pressure of him pushing the first ball against my asslips. I flared my anus for him. The popper added not just a desire to have the ball inside me but a need to have Riggs be the one to break me in. “I want it, Sir. Please make me take it.” Like taking the biggest shit in my life, it stretched me mercilessly, and with a wail it was in. My torso arched up in pain to the ceiling. I’d never had an agonizing sense of fullness like this, ever. Every muscle in my colon felt like it was being torn apart. I heard Riggs far away telling me to breathe. I tried but I still felt ripped in half. I heard him closer. "That's it, fucker, that's what it feels like. You fucking pig, you like it, don't you?" I realized I was clenching and unclenching my ass as Riggs spoke cruelly to me. Riggs was also stroking my flaccid dick, rubbing my testicles with the same grease that lubed each of the balls. I felt my loins continue to throb but now transferred additional sensation triangulated between cock, balls and cunt. My groin felt like a mass of jello, exuding pleasure and pain, somewhere between excitement of surrender and anticipation of acceptance. “Take another hit, quick,” he said. I did and Riggs pulled the first ball out making me scream again at its widest part. "Now how does your hole feel?" "Wait. Give me a second." I was still reeling from the hit. I shook my head several times. Sweat flew off my wet hair. "Empty," I said. "So empty." "Want it back, piggy. Tell me if you want that feeling back inside you." "Yes, please, put it in. Stretch me, please, Sir." "You're going to find it's much easier. Popper please." I held the bottle out for him, then took a hit myself. Before I capped the bottle, Riggs pressed the first ball in again. He was right. It popped back in with a jolt to my body, but without the never-ending torture of before. "Oh, fuck. Shit, man. Fuck!" I cried, this time riding an intense wave of pleasure almost too unbearable to take. I writhed in the sling before Riggs, showing him what a whore I could be for him. Rubbing my crotch, grabbing at his tits. Riggs like what he saw, played with my opening. He inserted a finger pushing the ball further inside. I yelped, and snuck another hit of poppers, and immediately wanted Riggs to torture me more. He laid on the balls pushing the first ball even further. I accepted how deep the first ball was going, not because there wasn't any discomfort but because watching Riggs' face, I wanted him to tear me apart inside. The stretch was Riggs stretching me, molding me like he said he would. Riggs rocked steadily against me with the second ball. I felt the first ball pressing against another barrier, still too tight to penetrate me at the moment, but Riggs motion of pushing and pulling was loosening something up. Without warning Riggs rammed the second ball inside. Caught unawares, my torso again rose, trying to eject the sudden intruder. Riggs stood above me. “Lie down, David! Listen to me. Accept it! I'm not letting it out.” I was trying to expel it but could feel Riggs' body weighing against me, blocking any possibility I would be able to shit it out. “Lie back. Relax, David. David, calm down!" He pressed my shoulders down, leaning his face over mine, his eyes completely black. "It’s staying there so accept it. Just act like you’re continuing to shit, clench around it and you’ll see it’ll settle down.” He reached up and pinched my tits. The quick jolt of pain distracted me for a brief second. Suddenly I felt my ass expand again, thinking, fuck, I’m ripping apart. I felt the first ball tearing open more space deep inside me. Staring into Riggs' face, something in him was feeding off my torment. I didn't know I could bear such exquisite agony, but he seemed to be lustfully deflating the hell I was feeling in my guts. I cried in torment. Tears welled up against the invasion. "Mercy, please. Fuck! Shit," I screamed. My tits ached as he clamped down on them. His big cock held out erect over my shriveled dick. With his body he firmly held the second ball that impotently was trying to escape. He whispered, “That's it. Take it in. Give over to it. Give it up for me. Clench hard around it. Keep clinching. Try to push it out." Without warning he allowed the second ball to explode from my asshole. Immediately I peed all over myself. The power of release wet my belly, drenched the sling. A strong stream sprayed over me. Riggs held my pee stick and soaked his face and let the steady stream wash over my face as well. “Good boy. Another hurtle. Open wide.” He directed my dick, pinched it, aimed it at my mouth, and then let it loose. “Good boy, be a piss pig. I’m so proud of you, boy. Drink it down. That’s it—your reward.” The acrid piss went down in gulps. I didn’t think, just did what Riggs wanted, so happy to have the second ball out. “Swallow, pig. Don’t think, just do it.” The salty liquid went down easily. Meanwhile, my hole had eased up on its rebellion. Occupied now with a new act of being a piss drinker for Riggs, I felt overjoyed that Riggs was proud of me. We spit mouthfuls of piss at each other. He'd drink for a while and spit it out over me and then take another sip. When I was spent, I took a hit and offered the poppers to him. He inhaled several times and gave them back to me. I felt my hole and found the string that hung out of it with the first ball still inside. I tugged it a bit and cautiously asked Riggs if I could take the second ball again. “Fuck, pigboy. Are you ready for it? I won't let you off the hook so easy this time.” I nodded but, as a safeguard, took several deep hits off the bottle. This time it went in smoothly and had an additional effect of making me begging for a few finger from Riggs. He granted my wish. “Oh, fuck, Sir. That hurts so good.” He smiled his dark smile, rocking me in the sling. With each bounce I readily accepted the punishment, waited for it, began craving it. “Pighole, ready for another one?” Riggs asked, excited by my attitude. The ease in which the second had gone it showed both of us that my hole was become more pliable, enough to stretch if the will, mine and especially Riggs, was strong enough. It wasn't intimidated by the width anymore. I knew I could take the stretch but didn't know if I had the capacity to be penetrated so early to take more depth. I was willing to try, if nothing else, to prove to Riggs I wanted what he wanted. I pulled my cheeks apart showing him I was ready. “Okay, let daddy give you a nice boycunt.” Again, he surprised me. He pushed the third entirely in but only for a second. I snarled, but before I felt the pain continuing, he pulled out the third and the second in one move. The two simultaneous expulsions sent me into an anal spasm. I was a bucking bronco in the sling. “Down, pig. Calm down. Look up and see what a hole whore you’re are.” I looked up in the mirror, and between spasms, with the last ball lodged still inside me, Riggs held up the remaining string of balls, and swung them back and forth, all the while looking at me with a sneering grin. I felt empty again, now missing that sense of fullness. “Push out the last ball for me,” he commanded. I obeyed and he quickly push it back in. Again, I pushed it out. We played a game of catch with the last ball, he pushing it in and I expelling it out. After dropping into a haze playing this game, losing count of how long we kept this up, he abruptly dropped the balls on the floor and felt up my chute. Four fingers easily slid in without resistance. He rose and put his semi-erect dick against my ass. With all the slime that had been worked up no lube was necessary. Riggs' half-mast dick slid in effortlessly and he rested his pubes against my shaved and shriveled nuts. He gently started rocking, sliding slowly in and out. “Your first fuck and no protection. You don’t mind, I can feel it.” He stopped rocking. I was in a daze, trying to put my head back together, fighting lust, pleasure, desire. “You’re unsure? Conflicted? Spell it out. Are you having second thoughts, David?” I didn't think I was hesitant but now that he stopped I had a chance to think rationally. “Um, I hadn’t thought about it till now. Maybe use a rubber? I brought some. Upstairs.” “You’re a tease, David, is that what you’re saying?" He started to slowly rock again. "You’d lead me down here and then want me to pull out while you go upstairs and find you rubbers for me to sheath myself. We'll lose everything we have. Is that really what you want?” As he was mocking me, he was also slowing growing inside me. I then began sensing an unexpected warmth filling my guts. I flinched, realizing what he was doing. “Are you peeing inside me?” He held my hips fast so he wouldn't come out of me till he finished. “Chem piss. Do you feel the recharge? You’re probably already starting to feel another hit of crystal. You want me to continue peeing in you?” “Oh, shit,” I said. The longer he pissed the hornier I became even more than before, if that was at all possible. “Aw, fuck. Yeah, fuck yeah." I looked into his black eyes and threw my head back feeling delirious. "It burns. It burns so good. I have demon cock in me. Fuck me. I want it.” I was verbally talking myself into this, whether I wanted to or not. I bucked forward, trying to ride his cock again, to get him fully aroused. "If you're not sure, we can stop. I might poz you if I stay in." Another strong burst of piss flooded my guts, so much that I started leaking around his cock, his urine ran all over the floor. He pulled out his engorged cock and covered me in piss. I opened my mouth and gulped it down. "We can call it a night. We've already done so much. Already you've been exposed." “Fuck me, man. I need to get fucked!" I pulled open my hole for him to use. Some piss squirted out. He stopped it by popping his dickhead back inside. I rocked on his dick and he accommodated me, teasing me with an inch, then another, and another, until I was fully impaled. "Oh, shit! Thank you, Sir! You're the ultimate Pig Master. I want your cum. I want you to knock me up.” “No, fuckhole," he said, increasing the pace of his thrusts. "I'm hardly the ultimate Pig Master, but thank you. That would be him.” He nodded toward a figure hidden in the shadows. “Now lay back and enjoy getting your first poz fuck. I’m not allowed to cum, am I, Mr. X? Yet. That’s Mr. X’s privilege.” As he spoke, I felt Riggs’ cock grow like steel inside me. He teased my hole with small steady strokes. Then built to a full, complete thrust of his shaft. With each full fuck, his matted, wiry pubic hair scraped against my hairless ass. He swirled around inside my ass being sure I felt every inch of him, the first man that penetrated me. As he'd promised, the copious amount of precum built a slather over and around my clipped pubes. I ran a hand between my legs reveling in the slime. With each completely out then back in balls deep fuck, there resounded a rhythmic slapping. His cadence increased, the slapping increased, and along with an occasional flash of light at the window from cars snaking down the hill, I fell into an erotic daze. I was aware of Mr. X standing there stroking himself, but I was fading in and out of consciousness. It could have been an hour, but must have been more, because when Riggs was at the height of his rhythm and his cockhead swelled inside me to its most immense size yet, I felt the first glow of daylight breaking through the high window. Riggs looking pained, almost crying, almost laughing, giving a final grand, glorious fuck in my ass, pulled out and jacked enough of a wad to shoot covering my face in sperm. He covered my chest and cock in ropes of sperm spewing out of him. After the first splashed my face, the remainder drooled and mixed with the mess in my crotch. He rested his spent, dripping cock over mine. Inside me, without Riggs holding it back, I felt a reservoir of ass juice beginning to leak out, first in a tiny drip then a steady stream of the remaining chem piss squirting onto his legs. Riggs rubbed a hand across the spray and wiped the juice over my face. I looked up in the mirror at my reflection. A fine sweat covered my skin, glistening in the growing light. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the drugs and over-stimulation coursing through my body. I suppose I should have been shocked with the dark figure approaching, or the fever from the drugs, or Riggs wiping my face with sludge, but I wasn’t. I saw how large and black my own pupils were. I was enjoying every degrading second of being here. “This is the Boy Scout?” said the dark figure, coming forward on my right. He was wearing a leather vest, and nothing more, stroking a very mean looking erection. I couldn’t help stare at it. He switched on an overhead fluorescent light. It was suddenly way too bright. It whited out the room. Yet for one passing second I caught a glimpse of the metal adorning his cock. I waited for a moment for my eyes to adjust. I focused back on him and saw a single orange-tipped needle poke out of his vest pocket. “Glad you made it, Mr. X,” Riggs said wheezing, wiping sweat from his forehead with the hair on my leg. He fingered some cum on my chest and fed it to me. I thought nothing of sucking Riggs' fingers. Mr. X said nothing, but took my right arm and put it into the cuff above, then reached across to bind my left wrist, leaving the ample black bush of his armpit covering my face, long enough to let his pheromones seep into me. It was pungent, like the piss stench of a homeless man, and something else, acrid, musky, fetid. “I’d say a slam for me and the boy, and we can get down to business.” I licked my lips and tasted him. My withered dick gave a twinge of arousal.

Whe When I regained consciousness I had a raging piss erection and I thought I was going to burst. As I got up and headed for the bathroom I became aware of my extremely sore asshole. I began to wake up and gather my thoughts as I emptied my bladder then walked back into the room. I was all alone now. No Daddy, no Jimbo, no tripods or cameras. My laptop was still on the desk along with the evidence of my partying and playing. Maybe it had all been a dream. I had been super drunk and high and maybe I had just passed out and dreamed it all. But then I spotted the towels that had been under me on the bed. They were bright red with dried blood. This combined with my very sore hole convinced me that it hadn’t been a dream. Everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be and I didn’t find anything missing. I counted my blessings as they could have taken everything when they left: my laptop, my wallet, my phone, etc. But everything was still there. I then realized that even though I had just taken a piss, my cock was still rock hard and was bouncing up and down. I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed, and it was 6:00. That can’t be right I thought. I found my cell phone and checked it and sure enough, it was 6PM. I suddenly panicked. I was supposed to check out of my motel room by noon. I quickly called the front desk to apologize and let them know I would be leaving shortly. The clerk told me I was fine as my coworkers had stopped as they were leaving and said that you all had been up most of the night working, and they paid for another night on the room. I breathed a brief sigh of relief and then checked my phone for missed calls. My wife must be worried sick. She would have called before she left for work to be sure I was up. I could always tell her that I was in the shower. But she would have messaged me when she got to her office, called or messaged at lunch and again when she headed home. She must be worried to death not being able to reach me. But when I checked my phone there were no missed calls or messages. Now I began to worry if she was okay. Was she sick? Did something happen? I dialed her cell phone and all I got was a message, “The caller is not accepting calls.”. That was strange. I tried a few more times and got the same message. I tried calling the house phone as she should be home from work but it just rang and rang. Panicking, I took a quick shower, dressed and grabbed all my things and checked out. On the 3-hour drive home, I kept trying to call both her cell phone and the house, but got no answer. I also tried checking social media to see if she had posted anything online, but I was having trouble logging in. Trying to solve the problem as I was driving at 75mph up the interstate was not a smart thing to do, so I just continued calling. It was 9:30 when I turned onto my street. As I got closer, the house appeared dark with no lights on. Panic and fear gripped me as I got closer. Suddenly I could see a bunch of stuff scattered around the front yard out by the street. As I pulled into the driveway, I realized that the “stuff” scattered on the lawn was actually “MY stuff”. Actually, what was left of my stuff, as it looked like people had been picking through it and taking what they wanted. “What the hell was going on”? I got out of the car and walked to the front door. It was locked. I tried to put my key in but it wouldn’t go in. That is when I spotted an envelope with my name on it taped to the front door. I opened it to find a petition for divorce. Panic and fear immediately turned to shock. What the heck happened, I wondered. I went around to the back door and tried my keys there, only to find that all the locks had been changed. Returning to the car, I tried calling her relatives, a couple of my relatives, some of our friends, but nobody would answer my calls. Not knowing what had happened, I decided my best course of action was to salvage what was left of my belongings from the front yard and then go get a motel room for the night and figure things out in the morning. I grabbed a few of the clothes off the lawn, but quickly realized that all the good stuff had already been scavenged by others. I checked into a local motel about 15 minutes away from my house. Once I got settled in the room, I setup my laptop and thought I would check my social media and my wife’s to see if I could find any indication as to what was going on. When I tried to log into my social media page, I got an incorrect password message. I tried again, but with the same result. From past experience, I knew that some sites will lock your account if you use the wrong password 3 times in a row. I was not in the mood to deal with calling customer service at the moment, so I tried a different approach. I created a new account so that I could log in. Then I went to my wife’s page only to find that she must have changed her privacy settings. I had often told her that she should do that, so her posts couldn’t be seen by everyone in the world. But she always said that she had nothing to hide. I on the other hand restricted who could see my page and posts. Unable to see anything on her page, I did a search for my page and it was found. That was strange as my privacy settings were such that only my friends should be able to see it. I clicked on the search results and the cursor began spinning and then my social media page came up. Someone must have hacked into my page and changed my password! As I stared at the Newsfeed on my social media page, everything became perfectly clear. As I scrolled down through all the posts on my page from the last 24 hours, staring in horror at my screen, I saw dozens of photos and videos that had been posted. Photos clearly showing my face, my naked body, my mouth sucking on a huge white cock, sucking a huge black cock, and photos of me with my legs in the air with bloody bare raw cocks buried in my ass. I clicked the video at the very top of my Newsfeed and as it began to play, there I was naked on my back with a long black cock entering my ass as I yelled out “Fill me with your toxic cum and knock me up!”. “Bury your cock deep inside me and fill my guts with your AIDS babies”. As I starred at the screen in shock, I suddenly realized that in addition to the hookup sites, Craigslist, my secret email account I used for ads/hookups, and the porn videos, I also had my social media page and everyday email account open on my computer when Daddy and Jimbo arrived. After they were done, they must have uploaded the photos and videos to my social media page, changed my privacy settings to Public and changed my password. Quickly I opened my everyday email account. Fortunately, they had not changed that password. Opening my Sent email folder my worst nightmare was staring me in the face. They had sent a couple of dozen mass emails to my entire contact list, each one blank except for a high resolution photo clearly showing the events of the previous night. As I sat there in shock, I became oblivious to everything around me. I already knew what I would find. But I opened the email account that I used for hookups. I sent an email off to Daddy and a got message back that it was not a valid email account. Daddy had created the account to communicate with me and then had deleted it. I shut all the windows on my screen and as I sat there in stunned silence starring at my Desktop, I noticed a new folder sitting there… CONVERSION. And then I felt it; my rock hard cock straining against the inside of my pants, trying its hardest to bob up and down!

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Sorry about the delay, but finding the spare time between work and finding enough dick, my calendar's a bit full. Hope it was at least worth some of the wait... Kelvin’s Graduation PART II – Conditioning Kelvin had never felt more alive he thought as he was sitting in physics class. For the last week and a half, he and Coach Foley had been meeting every afternoon with the sole intent of feeding Kelvin as much of Coach’s cum as possible. Kelvin glanced at the clock. Half-an-hour, which would probably feel more like an hour Kelvin thought and sighed. Already with just those passing thoughts, Kelvin felt his cock stir to life. After the first day, things had fallen into a pattern. Kelvin would arrive, they would down a Coke or two and shoot the shit for a little while. Coach would then look Kelvin in the eye and Kelvin would lower himself to his knees in front of Coach’s groin. A couple days in, Coach had instructed Kelvin to place his hands folded behind his back and look up into Coach’s face. Coach had referred to this as “Position Two” and told Kelvin whenever he said it, Kelvin should immediately be kneeling and waiting as described. Kelvin thought this unusual, but it obviously made Coach very happy when Kelvin complied – as Coach’s dick jumped to life when Kelvin took to his knees. Kelvin was just playing along with the commands, he didn’t even know what “Position One” was. What surprised Kelvin was that over the last couple of days, it wasn’t only Coach, but Kelvin himself, who was becoming hard when he heard the words “Position Two”. Yesterday, Coach had made Kelvin sit in the position for 10 minutes before he let Kelvin take his cock and cum. The entire time, Coach had been working his thick meat at Kelvin looked on. By the end, Kelvin could feel precum pooling at the tip of his head in anticipation. Coach also appeared to notice and gave Kelvin a big smile just before smoothly sliding his veiny monster all the way down Kelvin’s throat. Twenty-five minutes. Hell. Kelvin could now feel his boner aching and straining against its confinement. Kelvin had already dumped two loads this morning, one after waking up and one in between periods this morning. Already his balls felt full and ready for another session. With Coach Foley, he was only ever allowed to shoot a single load and only when Coach was done and told him he could. Kelvin was sure he could match Coach load for load if given the chance. The first few days, Kelvin had swallowed a single load from Coach and was allowed to release his own after that. One day, Coach had finished and Kelvin was waiting for the Coach to give him the go ahead but oddly Coach just sat with his partially deflated cock still lodged in Kelvin’s mouth. Coach rubbed Kelvin’s head and murmured, “From here on out, Kelvin, you’ll need to work on getting a second load out of me before you get to cum. You’re a good cocksucker right now, but you need to be a great cocksucker.” Coach locked his hand behind his head and leaned back, thrusting his dick further into Kelvin’s throat. “You want your own load? Better start working Coach’s dick then.” Kelvin dutifully started to work on Coach’s massive cock. Kelvin realized that getting a second load was going to take some work. He started paying attention to smaller details of sucking the Coach and picking up on non-verbal cues – a moan, a twitch of Coach’s coach, Coach’s hand ruffling the hair on Kelvin’s head – head finding the things Coach liked done to his cock while Kelvin experimented. By the end of their session that day, Kelvin had picked up a few tricks that he knew were getting a response out of Coach and was rewarded with a second load of Coach’s cum which he swallowed eagerly and seemed to taste even better than before. Coach smiled and once his balls were drained looked down and said, “Ok, Kelvin, time for you to show Coach how much you liked getting two loads from him.” With hardly a dozen pumps Kelvin was already shooting a massive load, his biggest one yet, and spewing cum all over the office floor. Kelvin collapsed at Coach’s feet, completely spent. “God,” smiled Coach Foley, “I knew you had it in you.” He patted Kelvin on his sweaty head and told him to get his ass to the showers so he wouldn’t miss his bus. Coach smiled as he watched Kelvin walk to his showers, and a glistening drop of precum formed on the head of his dick as his eyes silently raped Kelvin’s virgin ass. “Soon,” he thought, “That’s an ass that’s worth waiting for and while he won’t give it up quickly, when he does, it’ll be all mine for the taking and he’ll beg me to do it.” Fifteen minutes. Would this class never end? Kelvin’s cock was still at full attention and his day dreaming hadn’t actually helped things, just made matters worse. Yesterday, Kelvin had managed to get a third load out of Coach who was impressed with Kelvin’s skill after less than two weeks. Kelvin, as usual, drank in Coach’s praise hanging on every word. It was Coach’s voice he heard as he whacked off at home every day. Between home, school and his sessions with Coach he was pumping out at least 4 loads a day, sometimes even as many as 6. During his session before bed last night, Kelvin had been working his dick as usual during some porn, imagining instead that it was he and Coach Foley in the scene. In this scene, the top had been enjoying getting blown and suddenly reached around to the bottom’s ass and started to play with it moving his hand and fingers across the bottom’s round ass cheeks and finally finding the ring of his ass with his finger. Kelvin, caught up in the moment, followed the motions on the tape and soon found his finger on the rim of his own ass. Kelvin had not realized how sensitive the area was around there but as his finger swirled around the entrance he could feel sparks of pleasure work their way up to his stiffening cock each time he circled his pink hole. Wetting his fingers, Kelvin increased his rubbing and his cock responded by riding at full attention. After a few minutes, Kelvin pushed his finger against his ass and felt it give slightly. Kelvin could feel his dick responding to the attempt and once again, after wetting his finger, he began circling his ass with increasing pressure. There was resistance at first but as his finger massaged the circle he felt his hole relax and in one sudden moment his finger slipped inside causing a huge eruption to boil up in his balls and spurt cum wildly across his bathroom floor. “Holy shit,” thought Kelvin, “Now that was fucking intense.” He looked at the spunk covering the floor and sighed. Best to keep this little experiment to himself. A finger was one thing, but the thought of Coach’s huge shaft penetrating his ass made him shudder. However, if Kelvin had been honest with himself, he would have realized that the shudder was both from fear but also from a deeper, darker, lustful place. Five fucking minutes… The alarm on Coach’s cell phone went off playing the Pet Shop Boys, “Master and Servant.” Coach smiled as he turned off the alarm. Fifteen minutes until Kelvin was off and on his way down to the gym. Things had progressed nicely the last week and a half. Kelvin had been an eager learner and a quick study. Yesterday, after only a week and a half, he’d managed to pull three loads out of Coach’s balls. Not a record, but certainly a great start. Coach leaned back in his chair and grinned. Yes, everything was progressing as he had planned. This was the fun part, the step by step corruption of Kelvin with each step bringing him closer to begging for Coach’s load up his ass and the increased chance that Kelvin would be worthy to carry Coach’s viral DNA and to spread it far and wide. Sure, at this point he could problem just slam Kelvin and have free access to his ass as he spun through his first party with Tina, but that didn’t hold the same excitement as manipulating Kelvin slowly to his destiny. Well, today could be a game changer. Coach had decided that it was time to take the next step. It was time to see if Kelvin was willing to give Coach something valuable – control. Coach had been lucky this weekend as Zack had come home from school at Ole Miss and had wanted some time with Coach. Zack was as handsome as ever and had picked up a bit of Southern drawl. Zack’s brown hair and hairless, swimmer’s build wasn’t Coach’s first choice, he preferred thicker and hairier, but Zack’s ass had been perfection when he finally took it. After Zack arrived and after a shot or two of GHB-laced rum and cokes, Coach had Zack naked and ready to hop into the sling in Coach’s playroom. With Zack secured in the sling with wrist and ankle restraints in place. Coach went to grab some equipment. When he returned, Zack saw he was carrying two small zippered kits. Coach placed one on the table next to the sling and opened the other. Zack could see the familiar tourniquet and syringe that Coach kept for his boys. Coach examined the syringe and tapped it gently. Securing the tourniquet around Zack’s arm, he began searching for a vein and almost immediately found a good candidate. Coach could see the hunger in Zack’s eyes. “You want this, huh?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. Slam me, Coach,“ came Zack’s reply. Zack could feel his ass and balls tightening at the thought of the needle delivering its payload and washing over him. “Of course my boy, but remember our deal. You gave your body to me last year and it’s still mine. You’ll get your slam and I’ll get what I’m looking for, right?” Coach smiled. Zack nodded and was rewarded with the familiar pinch. His eyes followed Coach’s movements as the drawback created a small flash which slowly disappeared as the needle was depressed. After finishing and pulling the needle, Coach snapped the tourniquet off and the fuck fluid rushed through Zack’s veins making him cough and sending waves of heat through his body as it spread. Within a minute his eyes had glazed over and Coach could see the fluid working. Zack moaned in his restraints and briefly struggled, but the fuck fluid was doing its job and Zack was ready for the next step. Coach unzipped the second bag and took out its contents. Zack could barely make out what they were through the initial haze of the slam but saw a long tube and a plastic bag of some sort. Coach repositioned himself at the base of the sling. “Now this might hurt at first, but I’m going to need to collect some chemmed up piss from you and I don’t want to miss a drop. You see I’ve got a new boy and he’s going to get introduced to Tina soon and you’re my first step in that process,” Coach explained. Zack watched him coat the tubing with lube, but the tubing was so small, why would Coach even bother putting it up Zack’s ass. Zack had taken much larger before. He was startled as Coach grab the head of his penis and guided the tube down his urethra. Zack flinched with a combination of both pleasure and pain as the tube snaked its way up his penis. “This will make sure that we get every drop,” Coach smiled as he inflated the balloon on the catheter to keep it in place. As he placed the bag on a hook near the bottom of the sling Zack could see a small amount of amber fluid trickle into the bag. Coach came back to Zack’s head with a jug of water and a straw. “Drink up boy. I want a liter out of you by the time we’re done here,” he said as Coach slipped the straw in his mouth. And Coach always gets what he wants Coach thought to himself. Over the next few hours, Coach has administered 2 more slams and a few liters of water as Zack’s ass got worked over by Coach and some of his friend’s. By morning, Zack’s hole was raw and leaking cum and the bag had just about a liter of amber fluid in it. Disconnecting Zack, he got him showered and fed before sending him off into the morning. Zack would probably be up for a couple days after those slams and Coach smiled. Coach went and collected the Slam Piss and whistled as he thought about his future plans. Coach snapped out of his memory and walked to the refrigerator. He was sporting solid wood after recalling his weekend and his balls ached for release. Adjusting himself for comfort, he leaned over and pulled out a Gatorade and small bottle of an amber colored fluid. With a little extra flavoring from one of those squeeze bottles you added to water to make it flavored Kelvin would be introduced to a new energy drink, one Coach was sure he’d come to love. It had been difficult, but Kelvin had done his best to walk normally to the gym without appearing rushed, but had probably failed. He wound his way through the locker room back to Coach’s office where he found Coach seated at his desk. When Kelvin walked in Coach looked him up and down and motioned for him to grab a seat. This wasn’t how things normally went and Kelvin was a bit caught off guard. Coach began, “Kelvin, it’s time we talked a little. Things have been going really well and you’ve taken to cock sucking like a pro. Three loads yesterday was pretty damn hot.” Kelvin smiled at the acknowledgment. “It’s been almost two weeks and it’s time we actually got some work done. I signed you out of your periods for an independent study here so I need to make sure you do some work.” Coach noted that Kelvin looked confused by the comment and explained, “We’re going to start your weight training today. I need to make sure you’re getting your daily workouts and keeping in shape. I’ll need you to pay attention and work hard. Oh, and don’t worry, I don’t intend to forget the part of the workout we’ve already been practicing.” Coach winked at Kelvin. “Ok,” started Coach, “first things first. When you come down here in the future I want you to get undressed in the locker room and present yourself in your jock to me for inspection. You’ll stand with your feet shoulder length apart and hands folded behind your back. You’re to keep your gaze straight ahead no matter what. This is Position One, if you were wondering. Whenever you hear me say that, I expect to see you standing at attention. Do we understand each other?” Kelvin nodded. “Good, now go out there and get undressed and show me you can follow directions.” Kelvin got up from the chair and quickly shed his clothes and donned one of the black jockstraps Coach had given him last week. He hurried into the office and stood as Coach had instructed. Coach got up and looked him over. Once satisfied, Coach walked toward the small refrigerator and pulled something out. Kelvin moved his eyes and head slightly to get a better look and Coach caught the motion. “Eyes front and center, boy!,” Coach barked. “Did I not explain to you that your eyes were to lock straight ahead?” Kelvin stammered, “Yeah, I mean, no…Yes, Coach eyes straight ahead.” He snapped his neck back into place and looked straight ahead. Kelvin couldn’t see, but Coach smiled. Kelvin was learning and his desire to keep Coach happy and to swallow Coach’s cum were leading him right where Coach wanted. “So, since we’re changing things up to a workout, no more Cokes. Here on out, we’ll get you an energy drink to start each session. You can relax now,” Coach said and handed him a Gatorade bottle. “It’s my own special mixture of Gatorade and extra electrolytes to keep your body going.” The Gatorade was a yellowish green and looked a bit off but Kelvin shrugged and took it. “Oh,” continued Coach, “we’ll also be starting you on weekly testosterone shots but I’m not going to cycle you like your father did, I don’t want you to OD on the stuff or have your balls shrink away to peanuts. It’ll be just enough to keep your muscles intact and your energy level high.” It’ll also help keep you horny as hell Coach thought to himself. “OK, Coach,” responded Kelvin. He was a bit surprised by the whole change, but he had been hoping to get back to some lifting after slacking off the last couple of months, especially the last two weeks. “I think hitting the weights again is a great idea. I’ve been slacking off a bit and a little work would feel good.” “So we’re in agreement here,” said Coach. “Down that energy drink and meet me in the weight room. I’ve got it all set up for you. Just be careful, that drink’s got a bit of a pungent kick to it, kinda tastes like piss water, but it’s got everything a boy like you needs before a workout.” With that, Coach turned and headed to the weight room. Kelvin was left with the bottle of oddly colored Gatorade and took another look. The sickly color didn’t make it particularly appetizing. Kelvin opened the bottle and took a swig. He nearly choked at first before managing to swallow the vile liquid. It burned a bit when it hit his stomach. It was indeed pretty pungent although it had a ton of flavoring, which only succeeded in making it sweet AND pungent. Kelvin sighed and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and chugged down the remaining liquid. Chugging it was actually a good move as it didn’t stay in his mouth long enough to actually damage his taste buds. Kelvin took the empty bottle and tossed it in the trash and hurried off to the weight room. When Kelvin arrived Coach had started him on a circuit course of his own design. Kelvin was familiar with the concept and jumped right in. As the workout progressed Kelvin realized he was hotter and sweating more than usual. Instead of feeling increasingly exhausted, he felt as though his skin was electrified and he could feel every little brush of air against it. In addition, as Coach spotted him he could feel his cock stirring with the thought of Coach sliding down his throat leaving his thick manly deposit for Kelvin to swallow. He also felt a hunger, one which he tried to ignore, but he kept thinking about how it felt when his finger had popped into his ass and his breathing and sweating became more ragged. As Kelvin’s workout progressed Coach could see Kelvin slowly coming under the effects of the Slam piss. The sweating, the spontaneous hard-ons, the rapid breathing and quickening reps all gave away the existence of the Tina working through Kelvin’s veins. Coach also knew that under these more physical signs, Kelvin’s lust was building and Coach was thinking he was going to get a pretty damn good blowjob after the workout today. Let’s see if Kelvin enjoyed his surprise as much. Kelvin kicked out the last circuit in record time and followed Coach into his office. His pulse and breathing were rapid but he wasn’t really tired, not like after other workouts. Coach’s energy drink must be damn good he thought to himself. Once in the office Coach looked at Kelvin. “Position One!” Coach Foley commanded and Kelvin quickly stiffened to attention. “Good to know nothing’s wrong with your memory, Kelvin,” coached acknowledged. “Now we need to have another little talk. I agreed that we wouldn’t do anything you didn’t agree to and I intend to keep my word on that. I am, however, a bit concerned that despite all the cum I’ve fed you, you’ve been dumping it out faster than I can replace it. I want your insides swimming with my cum and it’s not to be wasted. I’m giving you a gift that will help you grow into a man and I hope you appreciate that.” Kelvin was pretty sure that physiologically, none of that was really happening, it was more a metaphor but the thought of Coach filling him with cum which would make him into a man was pretty damn hot. His mouth watered at the thought of being wrapped around the Coach’s cock again. Kelvin nodded that he agreed, “Yeah, I’ve been shooting loads about 4-6 times a day including the one here with you Coach.” “So,” started Coach, “Do value Coach’s cum enough to abstain from spilling it?” Kelvin nodded. “OK, let’s see how committed you really are to that.” Coach moved to Kelvin’s side and out of his line of sight. He was dying to know what Coach was up to but also afraid to get caught stealing a look. Suddenly Coach came back into his field of vision right next to him and moved in front of Kelvin. He was holding something, but it was just out of Kelvin’s sight. Coach kneeled down in front of Kelvin and Kelvin’s dick sprang to life at the thought of Coach possibly sucking his dick. Suddenly though he felt ice cold on his balls and felt them pull back up into his body and his shaft shrink. “Coach ain’t ever going down on you boy so get that thought out of your mind,” Coach growled. “Now keep those eyes locked straight.” He could feel coach pulling on his dick and cold metal being slid over it occasionally pinching him. He winced but kept his face forward. In a few minutes, Coach had finished and took a step back. “Ok, Kelvin, take a look. Let me know if this is what you want. If you decide not then you can walk out of here and continue on with your life. We’ll halt all this and you can go back to study hall. If you decide it is, we’ll continue working on your conditioning,“ Coach explained as he took a step away. Kelvin looked down to see his dick wrapped in a metal ring at the base of his dick and his balls held between that and what could only be described as a curved cage surrounding his shaft. The device was snug but not particularly painful. It was readily apparent to Kelvin that any chance of an erection in this would be impossible. Coach was right, Kelvin would be spilling none of Coach’s seed with this in place. Kelvin also noticed a small unlocked lock at the top of the device. He finally looked at Coach, who stood there with the key in hand. “So, Kelvin. What’s it going to be?” Coach asked. “Just remember our arrangement, if you agree, I get to choose when and how long you stay caged. I could lock you up and throw away the key and leave you stuck in your cage. What’s it going to be, boy? Yes or No?” Kelvin’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the way he had seen things going, this was not what he had planned. He should just get up and walk out. This was crazy! Who would agree to get his dick locked up? “You would,” came a voice from a dark and forgotten place inside Kelvin, “Coach has given and is giving you everything you could’ve hoped for over the last week and half. Your life has gone from merely existing day to day to days filled with excitement and anticipation. Coach Foley has unlocked a new world for you and all he wants is for you to show you value that by locking away your own base needs.” Kelvin was sure he could feel each bead of sweat in his face. The voice continued, “Besi des, it’s not as if you’re really looking forward to the orgasm you have after sucking Coach off. It’s a nice benefit, but if you’re honest with yourself what fuels your anticipation is your desire to get Coach Foley off. To be the thing that he desires so much that he feeds you the essence of life straight from his balls.” Kelvin knew he was standing on the edge of a veritable abyss but knew what he had to do. “Go ahead Coach, lock it up.”

This isn't mine I've just altered it slightly to make it conform to breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Barbara Hastings walked down her hallway to the foot of the staircase drew, in one almighty breath and bellowed: "Thomas Hastings! If you do not drag yourself out of that pit of a bed now then you will wish you had not been born!" She was fairly certain that her neighbour's four doors down would have heard her shouting but she could not care less. She had a flight to catch and she was running perilously late. No response. She sucked in another lung full of air ready to bellow again but suddenly her eighteen year old son appeared at the top of the staircase. He was quite tall for his age. His skill as a runner and regular attendance at the local athletics club had given him a thin toned build. He was wearing just his pyjama bottoms exposing his smooth hairless chest. His blonde hair was tussled from where he had been sleeping and he blearily rubbed his eyes. He was a strikingly good looking boy. He took after his father on that front thought Barbara Hastings as she looked up at him. Shame that shit bag of a man had left them four years ago for that slut of a personal assistant. "What is it Mum?" He mumbled "its 7am and the school holidays! Why are you shouting up..." "Tom. For crying out loud" cut in Barbara Hastings "You clearly do not listen to a word I say. I am leaving now to catch my flight to The Hague. The builder starts today on the kitchen and you need to be up and dressed by 8am to let him in. Do not leave him on the doorstep waiting because you are in bed asleep, do you hear me?" It suddenly all came flooding back to Tom. His Mum had to travel for work and was going to be gone for four days. He had persuaded her that he was mature enough not to need any form of baby sitter and in any event she had arranged for the kitchen to be refitted whilst she was away. He had used the presence of a builder to argue that he would not be alone in any event. She had eventually agreed but on the condition he let the builder in each morning at 8am and stayed at home to make sure nothing went wrong. That suited Tom down to the ground. He wanted to crash out playing computer games and watching movies and was looking forward to four days without chores or nagging because if there was one thing Barbara Hastings excelled at, it was nagging. "Yeah I hear you" he answered. His mother was about to say more, clearly unsatisfied with his dismissive tone, but he was saved by the horn of the taxi that had arrived to take her to the airport. "That is the taxi, I am off, see you in four days" With that she grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door. The slam echoed around the house for a moment before all was quite once more. Tom took a deep breath, yawned, stretched and then went straight back to bed. - - - - 2 - - - - Whoever was banging, Tom wished they would stop. He rolled over to the other side of his double bed and pulled the pillow over his head. The banging continued. What on earth were they doing he thought. "Shit!" he suddenly muttered. It must be the builder banging the front door. He scrambled out of bed and saw that the time was just after 8am. He could imagine his mother's face if she knew that he had fallen back asleep. It was not a nice image. "Shit, shit, shit!" he cried as he charged out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He got to the front door and without thinking he threw it open. What he saw in front of him made him gasp in surprise. Stood on the door step was the man who was clearly there to refit the kitchen. Tom could tell because there was a bag of tools in his hand and a builders van parked on the drive. What made him gasp was the size of the guy. He was huge. He towered over Tom and must have been at least 6'7" if not taller. He had a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and a firm square jaw line. His head rested on a massively veined neck that lead to the widest shoulders Tom had ever seen. His huge pectoral muscles were straining to rip through the material of his red t-shirt and his biceps twitched with power. Tom couldn't help notice that his tight jeans barely held a great bulge at the front, framed by calf muscles bigger than Tom's entire torso. Tom was so shocked he couldn't speak. His mouth just hung open. The giant man in front of him raised an eyebrow and asked in a thick Eastern European accent "You have kitchen done?" "Um, kitchen, um yeah?" Tom stuttered in reply, desperately trying to catch his wits whilst being suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still just wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He involuntarily folded his arms for security. "I come in?" the man asked when Tom made no effort to move. "Um yeah, sure" Tom stepped out the way and the man walked in. Tom could feel the power radiating from his body as he went past him. There was something frightening yet magnetic about him. Like when you saw one of nature's giants, a lion or a polar bear up close. Tom led the man down the hallway. "Ok then, here is the kitchen. My Mum has moved everything out so you should be good to go" offered Tom. "Mmm" the man grunted. He suddenly turned to Tom and held out a hand the size of a shovel. "I Krzysztof" he introduced himself. "Oh yeah, right" mumbled Tom, embarrassed at his lack of manners. "I am Tom" and he took the big man's hand. His grip was like a vice and Tom winced as they shook. Krzysztof grunted in acknowledgement, turned, and put his tool bag down. He looked back at Tom who was stood frozen to the spot and fixed him with his piercing blue eyes. Tom felt himself wilting under his gaze and wished that he had stopped to put a t-shirt on. He must look so puny to this guy. After a second of awkward silence Tom decided it was time to leg it. "I will be upstairs... um... yeah" he mumbled and bolted out the kitchen and back up to his bedroom as quickly as his legs would carry him. He shut his door behind him and dived under his covers. He felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. What the hell was wrong with him he thought? He had opened the door without a t-shirt on for God's sake. That was all. Why was he so worried about it? He couldn't put his finger on the answer. There was something magnetic about Krzysztof that meant you couldn't help but marvel at his powerful physique. Tom also realised that it had something to do with the way he had been feeling lately. He was no stranger to sex. Well on the internet anyway. He had a laptop and Ipad and his mother was singularly uninterested in monitoring what he did on them. Like most boys his age he was a masturbation fanatic. He jacked off whenever he had a spare moment. The internet was awash with free porn and he trawled the sites looking for new stuff to get off to. He had never had cause to question his sexuality until a few months ago. Bored of the same old videos he had strayed into the gay section on one of the websites. He had been drawn to videos involving what were called "twinks", young guys in their teens. He had watched a video set in a locker room where two athletic guys had sucked each other off then one of them had fucked the other. Tom had to admit that it was hot and he had imagined himself fucking another guy in the locker room after athletic practice. He reasoned that if he jacked off to straight porn where the girl was fucked up the arse then there was no difference to imagining fucking a guy in the same way. He had never found himself fantasising about guys who looked like Krzysztof though. Guys like that were not twinks but real hard, strong men who could break you in two as soon as look at you. Was he embarrassed by Krzysztof because he fancied him? No that couldn't be it he told himself. It really couldn't. Downstairs he could hear the sound of Krzysztof getting started on taking out the old kitchen fittings. He couldn't help but let his mind wander back to thinking about how massive his biceps were. The old fittings stood no chance against his strength. What would it be like to touch those huge solid muscles he wondered? "Fucking hell" he muttered under his breath breaking the spell of his day dream. He was determined not to think about this anymore. Grabbing a towel he went and showered, doing everything he could not to conjure up images of the huge hunk downstairs. Having got dried off and dressed into his usual t-shirt and jeans Tom was about to head down to get a drink and something to eat from the makeshift kitchen his Mother had set up in the utility room. She had put in a mini-fridge and microwave in there so that he could survive for the days that the work was being done. He hesitated though as he reached the top of the staircase. Going to the utility room meant passing Krzysztof and he really didn't want to. From what he could hear the muscle man was well into ripping out the old kitchen. Maybe he would be too busy to notice him go by thought Tom and with that thought offering him some courage he headed down stairs. At the end of the hallway he stopped and carefully peeked around the door frame at the entrance to the kitchen. He really wished he hadn't. Ripping out the kitchen was obviously hard work because Krzysztof had taken off his t-shirt. His body was absolutely packed with pumped up muscle. Tom could see his two large pert nipples erect on top of his giant pecs. Every inch of the guy was covered in powerful gym pumped muscle. Tom also noticed the mass of tattoos running down the builder's arms. He was too scared to look for long enough to make out what the pictures were. Instead he took a deep breath and darted past to the utility room. Grabbing enough snacks to see him through the day he darted back the way he came and up to his room. He shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was determined not to go back downstairs until Krzysztof had gone home for the day. He passed the time playing his Xbox and hitting himself in the head every time his mind began to wander back to thinking about the builder. Soon enough 6pm arrived and he heard Krzysztof shouting up from the bottom of the stairs. "I go for day now" he called. Tom slightly opened his door and shouted back. "Ok, bye" He heard the front door open and then shut. Breathing a sigh of relief he waited until he heard Krzysztof's van pull away from the drive and went downstairs. The kitchen had been totally ripped out. Tom would not have been surprised if Krzysztof had done it with his bare hands. He smacked himself in the head again. "Stop thinking about him" he muttered out loud. - - - - 3 - - - - "You slag!" shouted one woman at the other. Tom was eating his microwave dinner whilst watching the soap Eastenders. He had no idea what was going on but these two women were going hammer and tongs at each other in their local pub. It was quite good. Suddenly the house phone began to ring. He put his dinner down and paused the telly. He wanted to see the rest of this cat fight. He picked up the phone from the table in the hallway. "Hello" "Tom, it Krzysztof" Jesus thought Tom, what did he want? He had pretty much succeeded in getting all thoughts of the man out of his confused mind and now here he was on the phone. "I left bag in kitchen. Can I come now to get it?" "Um..." Tom couldn't think of a reason to say no so he agreed. "Sure. Just knock the front door. I am at home." "Ok, be there soon" Krzysztof replied. Tom put the phone down. Jesus Christ he thought. He walked back into the front room. His dinner and the catfight on Eastenders no longer had any pleasure in them and he slumped down on the sofa. What the fuck was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip. - - - - 4 - - - - Even though he was expecting it the knock at the door made Tom jump. He walked out into the hallway. It was definitely Krzysztof. There was no mistaking his massive shadow through the frosted glass panelling of the door panels. Tom took a deep breath and opened it. "Tom" smiled Krzysztof "Ok for me to get bag?" "Sure" replied Tom standing to one side. Krzysztof walked in. The evening was a bit chilly and he was wearing a zip up hoody with a white vest underneath. Tom could just make out the central line of his chest separating those huge pectoral muscles before it disappeared behind the white cotton material of the vest. Krzysztof went into the kitchen and came back with his bag. "Can I use toilet?" he asked. "Yep it is just upstairs on the left" offered Tom and tried his best not to watch Krzysztof's muscular arse and legs as he climbed the stairs. Not quite sure whether he should wait holding the front door Tom decided to shut it and instead hovered at the bottom of the stairs. After a while of not being able to hear very much he decided that perhaps he should make sure Krzysztof was ok, and thinking of what his mother would say make sure that he wasn't stealing anything. Reluctantly he went upstairs. As he reached the top he could see that the bathroom door was ajar. He hesitated but found the courage and walked up to it. He tentatively pushed it open. "Krzysztof are you ok..." He stopped mid sentence and stood shocked. Not sure what to do. Krzysztof had taken off his zip up hoody and was now just wearing his tight white vest top. He was leant over at the side of the sink snorting a line of white powder from the top of the cistern lid. He looked up at Tom. "Me ok, left my bag with my stuff and need it for weekend" He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Tom had caught him clearly doing cocaine in his bathroom. His Mum would have been screaming the house down and dialling 999 even as Tom just stood there, too dumbfounded to speak. Krzysztof must have taken his shock for something else because he said "You try" and he held out the rolled up twenty pound note he had used to snort the line to Tom. Tom didn't know what to do. His first reaction was to tell Krzysztof to leave but he was completely out of his depth. Then he felt a sudden compulsion to agree to Krzysztof's offer. But what was he thinking? He had only ever smoked a cigarette for fucks sake and now he was considering taking a class A drug. "I have never... um..." stuttered Tom, unable to resolve the conflict in his mind. "You do little" suggested Krzysztof and again offered the note. Fuck it resolved Tom. What could happen? People did it all the time. His Mother was away for the next four days and he surely would have recovered from a single snort by then. He took a deep breath. He walked over to Krzysztof and took the note. There was a small line of the powder left and without allowing any time to talk himself out of his reckless agreement Tom lent down and snorted it. He straightened up and looked at Krzysztof who smiled at him. "You will be ok" said Krzysztof "it just little bit" and he laughed. Tom laughed as well. He wasn't instantly struck down dead and he felt the thrill of having done something incredibly mischievous. A few moments later that thrill was replaced with a feeling that Tom had never felt before. It was like the feeling you had at Christmas when you were a kid. Uncontained joy and excitement. Krzysztof laughed seeing the smile plastered on Tom's face. "It working yes?" "Yeah, I think so" replied Tom "Hey let's put on music" and with that he bounded into his bedroom to find his ipod. Putting it on shuffle he turned it up and felt the urge to dance. This was great. Krzysztof followed him into the room and sat down on the bed. Tom didn't know how long for but they chatted and chose tracks to play and Tom danced in front of Krzysztof. In his euphoric state he didn't notice the way Krzysztof looked at him. A passionate animalistic look of lust. The drug had put Tom completely at ease with this giant of a man. "You want more?" asked Krzysztof suddenly. Tom was too far gone now to give any answer other than yes. "Sure he said" and watched as Krzysztof took out a small bag of the white powder and racked it up in lines on Tom's desk. Krzysztof lent down and snorted two of the lines in quick succession. Tom took the note that he was offered. There were two lines left, much larger than the one he had done in the bathroom. He lent down and snorted one. "And other" prompted Krzysztof. Tom did as he was bid and snorted the second line as well. He felt the wave of the high hit him almost at once and he stood up and titled his head back as it washed over him. He suddenly felt the powerful presence of Krzysztof behind him and as he turned his head to see what had brought the massive builder so close to him he felt Krzysztof's arms encircle his waist and a hand go to his cock. "What... what are you doing?" he stuttered, still caught on the wave of the high. "Mmmmm little baby" was all Krzysztof offered by way of reply and he squeezed Tom's cock through the material of his jeans. It responded at once and was achingly hard within seconds. Tom was powerless in the grip of this huge stud. He was horny as hell though. The high had made him crazy to get off and he felt himself pushing back against the muscle hunk. "Yeah, baby wants me" growled Krzysztof and he let Tom go for the few seconds it took to pull of his vest, exposing his massive physique. Tom tried to turn but Krzysztof grabbed him too quickly and pulled him against him so that they were both facing once more to the front by the desk. Tom could feel Krzysztof's massive pecs pulsating and lent backwards against them as Krzysztof undid his jeans button and pulled both his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Tom was powerless as the effects of the two lines really started to kick in. His exposed teenage cock twitched in the air and his tight little bubble butt was exposed to the builder who held him tightly. Although he couldn't see behind him Tom could not mistake the sound of the zip on Krzysztof's jeans being lowered nor the touch of the man's massive cock head at the entrance to his tight butt hole. In a sudden moment of clarity he realised Krzysztof was going to fuck him. "Wait, Krzysztof, I..." he began but the hunk clamped a hand over his mouth and stopped his protests dead. "Shhh baby" he growled sexily in Tom's ear. Tom felt Krzysztof let go of him and realised he was reaching into his own jeans pocket to get something. Tom breathed deeply, trying to focus, the drug had him overwhelmed and before he could think with any clarity Krzysztof's arms encircled him again and he saw that Krzysztof was holding a small bottle of liquid. "Poppers baby" offered Krzysztof by way of explanation. Tom had no idea what that meant. Krzysztof undid the bottle top and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom caught the strong smell and guessed he had to sniff it. He inhaled deeply once and then again. Krzysztof took the bottle and Tom heard him sniff deeply himself. The effect hit him like a freight train. The wave of pleasure washed over him and there were stars in front of his eyes. His cock twitched uncontrollably. "Fuck" he moaned at the effect of the high. "I fuck" growled Krzysztof loudly who was clearly being driven wild by his own poppers rush. The huge muscular man put his hands on Tom's hips and suddenly he drove his monster cock straight into the boy's virgin hole. "ARRRRRRRRRRGH" cried Tom as the pain overcame the cocaine and even the poppers. Krzysztof bear hugged Tom against him as his pushed his cock in right up till the hilt. Tom was shaking uncontrollably in his vice like grip. Krzysztof still had the poppers in his hand and so he undid the lid and held the bottle to his boy's nose. Tom sniffed deeply, wanting anything to overcome the throbbing pain from his arse. Krzysztof lent down and sniffed at the bottle at the same time, the two of them inhaling the high.Krzysztof put the lid on the bottle and put it on the desk. He moved his hands down to Tom's hips and slowly withdrew his cock until only the tip was still inside the young virgin. Then he ploughed it back into the tight hole his huge thighs smacking against Tom's plump arse cheeks. Tom yelled out again but this time there was a cry of pleasure mixed with the exclamation of pain. He was so high all he could think was that he wanted this hunk to destroy his hole. His own cock was solid and leaking precum from the tip. "God Krzysztof" he moaned "fucking do me" The bull of a man needed no more bidding and he began to piston in and out of Tom who gripped the edge of his desk. Krzysztof's strokes were so hard and powerful that the boy was lifted from the floor. Suspended in mid air and held in place between the desk and the iron grip of his muscular builder Tom was nailed. In and in drove Krzysztof, wild on the combined high of coke and poppers. His cock was thick with veins and his bollocks heavy with spunk as he fucking nailed his little baby. "Fuck yeah" he growled "You fucking bitch" His insults, delivered in his thick accent turned Tom on even more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt a pain and pleasure never experienced before. He could only moan and grunt like the whores he normally dreamt about fucking in the straight porn he watched. The noises from Tom drove Krzysztof on even more. Krzysztof suddenly pulled out of Tom's boy cunt, lifted him up and threw him over onto the bed. Tom lay there panting for breath. He felt down to his arse and could feel his hole gaping at the ramming he had just been given. He looked up at Krzysztof. The man stepped out of his jeans and stood there fully naked. His muscular body was glistening with the sweat of exertion, the beads running down his chest and tattooed arms. His cock was huge and pulsating. Involuntary spasms causing the shaft to quiver every few moments. "You like bitch?" he growled. Fuck thought Tom, this man was a God. His inhibitions were completely gone. "Yeah I like" he panted. "Call me Daddy" Krzysztof grunted. "I like Daddy, I like..." replied Tom feeling his cock throb. "You want Daddy to fuck you?" asked Krzysztof The reality of the massive cock tearing him open again caused Tom to hesitate. "Yes Daddy, but can I have a break..." he pleaded. "No break for little bitch" ordered Krzysztof and he reached out to the desk and picked up the bottle of poppers. He undid the lid and sniffed very deeply. Twice to each nostril. Returning the bottle to the table he stood looking down at Tom. Tom saw the poppers take hold of the stud and he saw the massive cock begin to twitch uncontrollably. Then with a grunt Krzysztof strode forward and grabbed Tom by the ankle, pulling him to him and flipping him onto his front. Two massive tree trunk arms planted down either side of Tom's head as the hunk lowered his massive body onto the boy crushing him. His huge meaty cock, aching with unleashed spunk found its hole and once more drove in deep. "FUUUUUUUUUCK" cried Tom but he was going nowhere. Krzysztof was making animal grunts and moans as he fucked the lad without mercy. If Tom had been nailed moments before this was something else. Drugs drove the massive animal on, adding to his power and stamina. For what seemed like an eternity Tom lay moaning and begging for his Daddy to fuck him as Krzysztof never let up. The only pause was when the builder flipped him onto his front so that his legs now rested on the massive shoulders and bent back down onto him exposing his hole to the air and then the builder began fucking him hard again. The sweat from Krzysztof dripped from his huge pecs and landed on Toms face and in his mouth. The drugged up boy swallowed it down, happy to taste his Daddies manly perspiration. The fucking went on, never letting up until Krzysztof changed pace and began to withdraw his cock all the way then plunge it as hard as he could into Tom. Each slow fuck was twice as powerful as the frantic pumping that had gone before and the whole bed shook as the builder's mighty tool speared Tom right into the gut. Krzysztof let out a huge grunt as he crushed his massive rock solid cock into Tom's tight hole. Tom was completely overcome by the feelings convulsing throughout his entire body. He moaned loudly each time Krzysztof drove into him, staring up into the hunks deep blue passionate eyes, begging him to fuck his hole. "Fuck me Daddy" he moaned over and over as Krzysztof did just that. Krzysztof's huge thrusts slowed momentarily as he lent back and reached for the poppers sat on the desk behind him. Picking up the bottle he undid the lid and lent in close to Tom, his massive shoulders forcing Tom's legs back behind his head so that Krzysztof's face was against his. "Sniff baby" he ordered and held the bottle to Tom's nose. Tom did as he was told and at the same time Krzysztof sniffed them as well. The two of them breathing in the strong odour of the drug and feeling it take hold of them. Krzysztof put the poppers to one side and lent back down to Tom. He began to passionately kiss the young boy, his tongue forcing its way deep into Tom's mouth. The muscle hunk's big full lips completely covered Tom's and completely owned him. Tom closed his eyes as his Daddy desperately and frantically snogged him. The poppers were doing their job and Tom felt their hot flush on his cheeks. At the same time he felt Krzysztof swell even bigger inside him. The stud pulled away and adjusted his position to ensure he could penetrate his young boy's cunt to maximum depth. He placed one huge hand over Tom's mouth and the other around his neck. He was going to cum inside this kid but the drugs in his system meant he was going to have to drill him without mercy. He wasn't going to let Tom even try to ask him to stop. This was about him now and no one else. He began by driving into Tom as deeply and forcefully as he could. He felt the boy buckle and shake at the violation and saw his eyes go wide with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "FUCK" Krzysztof growled. He pulled his massive meat almost completely out the tight hole and let the quivering of his cock massage the boys rim for a moment. Then he smashed it into the little cunt again, and then again and then again. He tightened his grip on Tom's mouth and throat and started to pick up pace. The ipod had run out of music to play and the only sound that filled the room was Krzysztof's massive muscular thighs banging against Tom's bubble butt, the huge roars of Krzysztof as he delivered each thrust and the muffled moans of Tom as he took the massive cock right up his tight hole. Faster and harder the muscular God went. He felt a huge load of cum building at the base of his shaft and he shouted out as he drove into Tom harder and harder, desperate to unleash his seed into his boy. He looked down at Tom who was staring wildly up at him, his eyes watering from being mercilessly ripped in two. Krzysztof gritted his teeth and the massive muscles on his arms bulged taut over thick pumped up veins. He drove Tom down into the bed causing it to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall in time with his massive thrusts. Then with one massive surge his cum was unleashed. It flowed up his massive stiff shaft and exploded out the huge round cock head coating the inside of Tom's arse with thick white spunk. Tom felt the hot mess spewing up inside him into his guts and cried muffled screams of lust and joy into the palm of Krzysztof's hand. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" grunted Krzysztof as he slowed down his thrusting and let the convulsing of Tom's arse milk out every last drop of his man seed. Sweat was pouring of his pecs and forehead and he released Tom from his grip and stretched his massive body. Tom looked up with a mixture of awe and longing. "God..." was all he could manage "God..." Krzysztof collapsed on top of him and Tom put his hands around those massive shoulders. Their sweaty bodies pressing tight against each other, Krzysztof's cock still resting inside him. Krzysztof began chewing at Tom's neck and ears and the touch of the man's tongue and teeth caused Tom to moan loudly. "Baby not cum yet" whispered Krzysztof into his ear and at the same time the huge man began to rotate his hips. Tom felt the massive cock stir to life inside him as it slid around in the cum that had just been fired up his arse. "Oh God Daddy" moaned Tom and Krzysztof rolled over onto his back, being careful to keep his dick inside his boy. Tom found himself on top and took a deep breath of air. He placed his hands onto Krzysztof's massive pumped up chest to steady himself and then he began to gyrate his hips. He felt the huge man's cock move inside him and was hit with a new wave of pleasure. Krzysztof held his hips to make sure Tom stayed firmly on his dick but gave him the freedom to move his arse in the motion he wanted. Tom began to gyrate more quickly. It was nothing like the massive pounding Krzysztof had just given him, Tom was being much more careful and slow but the wave of joy rolled over him as he felt Krzysztof's cock brush his prostate. He noticed that the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed and he picked it up and took a couple more deep sniffs, he held it to Krzysztof who did the same. Tom then began to bounce up and down on the shaft and Krzysztof slowly rotated his hips so that his cock slid back into Tom at a slightly different angle each time, causing new throbs of pleasure and making the boy moan and groan. Tom took hold of his teenage dick and began to slowly stroke his own spunk out. He used the sweat from Krzysztof's body as lube and built up a steady rhythm. "Baby cum for Daddy" growled Krzysztof and Tom began to bounce harder as Krzysztof pushed his hips upwards to help the little boy take every inch of his massive cock. The look of lust on the studs face sent Tom over the edge. "FUUUUUCK" he cried as hot creamy boy spunk sprayed out of his nob head and onto Krzysztof's pecs. "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH" moaned Tom as every last drop dripped out of him. "Fucking good yeah?" asked Krzysztof as Tom looked down at the huge load running over the hunks pecs and nipples. "Fuck yeah Krzysztof" he panted. "Daddy" corrected Krzysztof frowning. "Fuck yeah Daddy" repeated Tom. Quick as a flash Krzysztof rolled over so that Tom was once more underneath him. "Daddy hard again baby" he growled and suddenly and violently he rammed his still stiff cock deep into Tom. "FUUUCK" exploded Tom who was aware of the tenderness in his arse now he had cummed. Krzysztof withdrew and ploughed into him again. "We have all night baby" he promised and he pulled Tom tight against the sticky mess covering his massive chest muscles. He began his relentless pounding rhythm again the bed began to shake again. "Fuck Daddy" was the muffled cry that came from the boy completely encased in the builders huge arms. It was going to be a long night.

One of the downsides to a forum is that, in time, stories get lost and fall away. For me, some of the more gritty, dirty and perverted stories, are also some of the oldest. In response to this, the following is on ongoing list of stories of the most proficient writers. OLD BUGSHARE STORIES 25-yo-bug-chaser-takes-the-plunge unsuspecting-asian-teen-gets-gangbanged-and-converted poz-latino-daddy-fucks-mark-at-bath-house breeding-a-father-and-his-son daddy-bear-and-boy-to-poz-and-to-keep educating-the-kid a-successful-breeding-session-at-the-vulcan-baths-san-diego mission-accomplished-bringing-another-over-to-the-poz-side pozzing-escorts alpha-stud-~~-from-bugshare david-made-me-~-from-original-bugshare cum-courier-~-from-the-original-bugshare the-progeny frat-boy-pozzing stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie neg2poz-converting-25yo-nerd conversion-story-the-porn-shop-boy neg2poz-brian-from-the-college aids-benefit-from-old-bugshare-site DeathFucks two-twisted-sickos-delight-in-the-bug pozzing-a-hot-latino-in-the-presidio pozzing-the-kid-in-manchester begging-for-the-bug what-is-the-boy’s-fate cum-dripping-sunday-iii-the-recharge the-dirty-gift letting-the-bug-take-control TAILGUNNER / Tailgunner fisting-fiction asshole-gets-fucked-punished man-pays-back-an-asshole terry-fertilizes-robins-eggs santas-gift-to-an-elf asshole-goes-from-virgin-to-poz-in-one-fuck load-delivery two-men-inject-a-fairy nerd-proves-himself man-knocks-up-twink aying-down-on-the-job-bottom-sits-on-my-dick stud-jims-conquest man-breeds-a-fairy good-things-from-small-packages franks-fantastic-finger-fucks-up-an-asshole santas-gift-to-his-elf old-friend-in-heat stud-rogers-gift-to-an-old-fat-queen breeding-my-bos two-loads-up-one-asshole two-poz-stud-tops-fill-one-ass-with-virus old-studs-pleasure-in-a-college-guy man-breeds-knocks-up-a-college-grad lunch-hour-knock-up studly-handsome-young-jock-knocks-up-an-old-man stud-nails-a-hollow-bottom the-pozz-that-relaxes spoonful-of-spunk beach-orgy-breeding three-way-action-in-the-plant old-jeffs-fucking-adventure pozz-by-the-picnic website-fucker-upper-gets-fucked-pozzed finishing-unfinished-busines his-big-mistake stud-ken-in-double-my-pleasure a-gift-from-my-package arnolds-conquests big-kennys-gift-to-mark santas-gift-to-his-elf a-mans-first-gifting my-pals-second-cherry stealthing-executive-breeds-mailroom-peon 1981VIRGINIA / 1981virginia my-boy-takes-loads-in-a-park-mens-room my-boy-gets-one-poz-and-two-neg-loads my-boy-and-i-share-12-poz-loads-at-a-sex-party my-boys-poz-birthday-party my-boy-flip-fucks-while-i-watch my-boy-takes-a-poz-load-at-south-beach pozzing-dad-at-thanksgiving [/url pozzing-dad-again-for-christmas the-customer-is-always-right-or-my-boy-takes-more-poz-loads my-boy-takes-a-strangers-toxic-cum-at-a-reststop taking-juans-load beautiful-boy-takes-poz-load-from-a-movie-star farewell-to-poz-loads-or-my-boy-and-i-have-another-fuck-party two-virgins-learn-from-coach-and-his-boy following-the-cheating-boyfriend-leads-to-a-poz-load a-bareback-internship-interview my-boyfriend-sets-up-my-pozzing-in-an-adult-bookstore college-roommate-pozzes-my-boyfriend the-blindfold druken-poz-fuck-in-atlanta my-boy-and-i-take-poz-trucker-loads shopping-for-antiques-brought-home-two-poz-loads poz-photoshoot-modeling-raw an-audition-for-the-bare-fuck-club boyfriends-bred-on-fire-island RAW NERD / RawNerd (NOTE: all stories are ‘Chem’ stories) === SPERMPIG / Spermpig my-first-poz-loads leather-daddy-top-pozzes-me by-invitation-only nude-camp-poz-fuck stealthed pozzing-my-asshole-roommate pozzing-my-cheating-boyfriend pozzing-the-married-businessman aking-poz-cock the-trucker-fuck the-fuck-of-your-death josh-made-me-do-it bookstore-trolling stealthing-the-craigslister famous-last-words sorry-about-the-charge nothing-good-comes-from-snooping toxic-bottom daddyson-poz-play happy-world-aids-day-faggot hiv-clinic-cock-cruising bound-determined the-master that-first-charged-load my-confession RAWDAD4SONS / RawDad4Sons being-breed-by-half-bro being-taught-by-sons converting-the-team rainbow-fuck-fest-advertisement-on-craigslist searching-for-boitoys lost-innocence bobbys-journey foster-cast-aways losing-innocence blood-lust blood-roulette joels-awakening making-the-naughty-twink-boy house-boating fucking-like-bunnies a-fling-out-of-time changing-fortunes being-the-test-subject piggy-independence twink-at-the-wedding reluctant-chaser journey-into-lust MACKYJAY / MackyJay getting-seeded gift-giving too-sleepy the-gamble pozzing-of-a-friend ** the-park cable the-hitcher hospital-cure arrogance-repaid ** omg-what-did-i-do the-gay-pride-parade merry-christmas a-white-christmas PROUDPOZPIG / ProudPozPig a-daddy-finds-his-ideal-son my-aids-lover daddy-breeds-twink-trash christmas-gifts it-only-takes-one-poz-cock bathhouse-buddy into-the-darkness welcome-to-the-aids-brotherhood poz-breeding-the-gym-stud DAVY/Davy a-plus-poz young-boy-stud-turned-cum-dump good-boy-goes-bad wo-big-cock-daddy-tops-looking-to-share-twink etting-go a-happy-birthday moving-on long-and-thick-cherry-popper this-is-all-about-leo homewrecker YOURCUMMYASS / yourcummyass my-pozzing black-pozzed raped-at-the-eagle stealthed-at-the-theater stalked-and-stealthed infected-by-the-aids-troll five-minutes-to-aids my-fast-alley-pozzing GYMGUY8 / Gymguy8 photographing-jason gregs-schooling the-legend-of-johnny-deathseed asons-party-weekend clints-orientation sacrifice-to-the-dark-lord unprepared-for-stealthing TOXICLOVER / toxiclover daddies-poz-fuck-the-bug-chasing-twink poz-online-twink-charges-up-neg-daddys-ass conversion-story-the-porn-shop-boy converting-an-18-year-old-straight-boy-at-a-party an-hour-at-the-bathhouse partying-and-playing-at-hampstead-heath POZZEDREBEL / PozzedRebel my-graduation that-wonderful-town the-mark bobbys-story leather-soldie RAWPIGDAD / RawPigDad reminiscence-my-first-conversion poz-perfec dads-boy ultimate-stealth boy-wanted RAWRAWRAW76 / rawrawraw76 (NOTE: all stories are ‘Chem’ stories) my-first-poz-cock-seduced-with-chems-and-trained-to-surrender-my-neg-hole-part-1 seduced-chemmed-and-pozzed-by-my-wrestling-coach corrupting-a-little-bro-at-the-bathhouse deep-inside-dalton-converting-the-jock-next-door-into-a-chempig the-tall-dark-stranger-in-the-blood-red-room JEFFWE1994 / jeffwe1994 death-by-cock chaser-begs-daddy-to-impregnate-him secret-highschool-boyfriend-breeds-my-cunt big-wet-cum-spot-on-the-ass-of-my-sweatpants RAWPOZLUST / RawPozLust rip-alex poz-daddy-at-steamworks dreaming-of-aids-guy-a-dark-fantasy obituaries BAREBACKJIMMY / BarebackJimmy turning-a-young-safe-sex-top-into-a-versatile-barebacker-who-takes-poz-loads the-night-i-discovered-taking-loads a-red-badge-of-courage MIND TRIP / mind trip you-get-what-you-pay-for-diary-of-a-poz-hooker vengence-in-the-darkroom Quote Edit Options (IP: 68.227.239.249) Beastboy42 119 Replied: Thursday at 07:24 PM · Report Ok, so I evidently missed part of the edit. i'll try this agin. ================================ OLD BUGSHARE STORIES 25-yo-bug-chaser-takes-the-plunge unsuspecting-asian-teen-gets-gangbanged-and-converted poz-latino-daddy-fucks-mark-at-bath-house breeding-a-father-and-his-son daddy-bear-and-boy-to-poz-and-to-keep educating-the-kid a-successful-breeding-session-at-the-vulcan-baths-san-diego mission-accomplished-bringing-another-over-to-the-poz-side pozzing-escorts alpha-stud-~~-from-bugshare david-made-me-~-from-original-bugshare cum-courier-~-from-the-original-bugshare the-progeny frat-boy-pozzing stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie neg2poz-converting-25yo-nerd conversion-story-the-porn-shop-boy neg2poz-brian-from-the-college aids-benefit-from-old-bugshare-site DeathFucks two-twisted-sickos-delight-in-the-bug pozzing-a-hot-latino-in-the-presidio pozzing-the-kid-in-manchester begging-for-the-bug what-is-the-boy’s-fate cum-dripping-sunday-iii-the-recharge the-dirty-gift letting-the-bug-take-control TAILGUNNER / Tailgunner fisting-fiction asshole-gets-fucked-punished man-pays-back-an-asshole terry-fertilizes-robins-eggs santas-gift-to-an-elf asshole-goes-from-virgin-to-poz-in-one-fuck load-delivery two-men-inject-a-fairy nerd-proves-himself man-knocks-up-twink aying-down-on-the-job-bottom-sits-on-my-dick stud-jims-conquest man-breeds-a-fairy good-things-from-small-packages franks-fantastic-finger-fucks-up-an-asshole santas-gift-to-his-elf old-friend-in-heat stud-rogers-gift-to-an-old-fat-queen breeding-my-bos two-loads-up-one-asshole two-poz-stud-tops-fill-one-ass-with-virus old-studs-pleasure-in-a-college-guy man-breeds-knocks-up-a-college-grad lunch-hour-knock-up studly-handsome-young-jock-knocks-up-an-old-man stud-nails-a-hollow-bottom the-pozz-that-relaxes spoonful-of-spunk beach-orgy-breeding three-way-action-in-the-plant old-jeffs-fucking-adventure pozz-by-the-picnic website-fucker-upper-gets-fucked-pozzed finishing-unfinished-busines his-big-mistake stud-ken-in-double-my-pleasure a-gift-from-my-package arnolds-conquests big-kennys-gift-to-mark santas-gift-to-his-elf a-mans-first-gifting my-pals-second-cherry stealthing-executive-breeds-mailroom-peon 1981VIRGINIA / 1981virginia my-boy-takes-loads-in-a-park-mens-room my-boy-gets-one-poz-and-two-neg-loads my-boy-and-i-share-12-poz-loads-at-a-sex-party my-boys-poz-birthday-party my-boy-flip-fucks-while-i-watch my-boy-takes-a-poz-load-at-south-beach pozzing-dad-at-thanksgiving [/url pozzing-dad-again-for-christmas the-customer-is-always-right-or-my-boy-takes-more-poz-loads my-boy-takes-a-strangers-toxic-cum-at-a-reststop taking-juans-load beautiful-boy-takes-poz-load-from-a-movie-star farewell-to-poz-loads-or-my-boy-and-i-have-another-fuck-party two-virgins-learn-from-coach-and-his-boy following-the-cheating-boyfriend-leads-to-a-poz-load a-bareback-internship-interview my-boyfriend-sets-up-my-pozzing-in-an-adult-bookstore college-roommate-pozzes-my-boyfriend the-blindfold druken-poz-fuck-in-atlanta my-boy-and-i-take-poz-trucker-loads shopping-for-antiques-brought-home-two-poz-loads poz-photoshoot-modeling-raw an-audition-for-the-bare-fuck-club boyfriends-bred-on-fire-island RAW NERD / RawNerd (NOTE: all stories are ‘Chem’ stories) the-choice payton’s-second-job peer-pressure first-time-with-hard-drugs becoming-a-poz-cum-dump please-don’t-call-the-cops joining-the-gang i-had-it-cumming-to-me hiv-induction tricked-and-set-up my-summer-job-part-i austins-move-to-the-big-city getting-the-punk you-wont-believe-who-pozzed-me craig’s-list-ad a-boy-finds-his-dad === tyler-looks-for-trouble-with-a-capital-t the-poz-boat cody’s-weekend-at-home the-teacher bet-my-ass my boy sex-enhancement-drug-trial-subject charlie-peter fraternity-life traded-for-drugs becumming-blood-brothers moving-in-with-dad big-brothers-big-sisters junior-year SPERMPIG / Spermpig my-first-poz-loads leather-daddy-top-pozzes-me by-invitation-only nude-camp-poz-fuck stealthed pozzing-my-asshole-roommate pozzing-my-cheating-boyfriend pozzing-the-married-businessman aking-poz-cock the-trucker-fuck the-fuck-of-your-death josh-made-me-do-it bookstore-trolling stealthing-the-craigslister famous-last-words sorry-about-the-charge nothing-good-comes-from-snooping toxic-bottom daddyson-poz-play happy-world-aids-day-faggot hiv-clinic-cock-cruising bound-determined the-master that-first-charged-load my-confession RAWDAD4SONS / RawDad4Sons being-breed-by-half-bro being-taught-by-sons converting-the-team rainbow-fuck-fest-advertisement-on-craigslist searching-for-boitoys lost-innocence bobbys-journey foster-cast-aways losing-innocence blood-lust blood-roulette joels-awakening making-the-naughty-twink-boy house-boating fucking-like-bunnies a-fling-out-of-time changing-fortunes being-the-test-subject piggy-independence twink-at-the-wedding reluctant-chaser journey-into-lust MACKYJAY / MackyJay getting-seeded gift-giving too-sleepy the-gamble pozzing-of-a-friend ** the-park cable the-hitcher hospital-cure arrogance-repaid ** omg-what-did-i-do the-gay-pride-parade merry-christmas a-white-christmas PROUDPOZPIG / ProudPozPig a-daddy-finds-his-ideal-son my-aids-lover daddy-breeds-twink-trash christmas-gifts it-only-takes-one-poz-cock bathhouse-buddy into-the-darkness welcome-to-the-aids-brotherhood poz-breeding-the-gym-stud DAVY/Davy a-plus-poz young-boy-stud-turned-cum-dump good-boy-goes-bad wo-big-cock-daddy-tops-looking-to-share-twink etting-go a-happy-birthday moving-on long-and-thick-cherry-popper this-is-all-about-leo homewrecker YOURCUMMYASS / yourcummyass my-pozzing black-pozzed raped-at-the-eagle stealthed-at-the-theater stalked-and-stealthed infected-by-the-aids-troll five-minutes-to-aids my-fast-alley-pozzing GYMGUY8 / Gymguy8 photographing-jason gregs-schooling the-legend-of-johnny-deathseed asons-party-weekend clints-orientation sacrifice-to-the-dark-lord unprepared-for-stealthing TOXICLOVER / toxiclover daddies-poz-fuck-the-bug-chasing-twink poz-online-twink-charges-up-neg-daddys-ass conversion-story-the-porn-shop-boy converting-an-18-year-old-straight-boy-at-a-party an-hour-at-the-bathhouse partying-and-playing-at-hampstead-heath POZZEDREBEL / PozzedRebel my-graduation that-wonderful-town the-mark bobbys-story leather-soldie RAWPIGDAD / RawPigDad reminiscence-my-first-conversion poz-perfec dads-boy ultimate-stealth boy-wanted RAWRAWRAW76 / rawrawraw76 (NOTE: all stories are ‘Chem’ stories) my-first-poz-cock-seduced-with-chems-and-trained-to-surrender-my-neg-hole-part-1 seduced-chemmed-and-pozzed-by-my-wrestling-coach corrupting-a-little-bro-at-the-bathhouse deep-inside-dalton-converting-the-jock-next-door-into-a-chempig the-tall-dark-stranger-in-the-blood-red-room JEFFWE1994 / jeffwe1994 death-by-cock chaser-begs-daddy-to-impregnate-him secret-highschool-boyfriend-breeds-my-cunt big-wet-cum-spot-on-the-ass-of-my-sweatpants RAWPOZLUST / RawPozLust rip-alex poz-daddy-at-steamworks dreaming-of-aids-guy-a-dark-fantasy obituaries BAREBACKJIMMY / BarebackJimmy turning-a-young-safe-sex-top-into-a-versatile-barebacker-who-takes-poz-loads the-night-i-discovered-taking-loads a-red-badge-of-courage MIND TRIP / mind trip you-get-what-you-pay-for-diary-of-a-poz-hooker vengence-in-the-darkroom

After years of denial of who I really am, being uptight, playing on the DL when I wanted dick then back to pussy thinking it's gone. I finally gave in n let the inner fag come out. I was still worried about being caught in the act. That changed one night when I went to a gay bar, I didn't know anybody at 1st. Then an old co worker came up n we started talking n he invited me to his table where 5-6 guys were. "What are u doing in here, Erik? I thought u were straight." I had several drinks n my tongue had listened. "I'm bi, I just hide it well. Im newly single n decided to test these waters since I haven't in a few years." We talked n I started feeling really drunk n horny. Taylor n his friends had been flirting w me more n more, my usually uptight ass was eating it up. Taylor asked me if liked to get high on anything other than weed & if I ever done Tina. I told him I tried it w my ex gf n it had no effect on me other than a limp dick, but I loved the high. He said maybe I tried it w the wrong sex, we went to the bathroom stall w his bf n we smoked some shards. He told me he had spiked my drink w GCB is why I was so drunk n my dick was bulging. He also told me that him n Jon wanted me when we worked together. There I was, spun as hell, really starting to want him n bf then n there. The guys fucking in the next stall fed it, he reached over n rubbed my throbbing cock n Jon rubbed his. Omg what have u done to me? I'm so horny. He leaned towards me n whispered, awakened the cock slut in u. It seems when a guy rubs ur dick on this ur extremly horny. We are going to a party w more drugs n sex,wanna get real crazy n go? Or we can go to our house n party there. I was beside myself w list for them, I was rubbing their dicks, hitting the pipe when I felt a finger slide into my ass. I moaned as he worked it around, I just pushed a huge shard in ur ass, it seems u like ur ass w things in it. The rush hit me, our neighbor was moaning like a whore begging to be fucked harder n I was being fingered n rubbing both their dicks. I was in heat n Taylor was working my ass so good as he said, I had a feeling about u cuz I caught u checking out the guys, now I'm finally gonna fuck u. I got on my knees n sucked their dicks hungrily, I had never wanted dick so bad, my ass was craving cocks bad. Yeah that's it, tease our cocks n ull get all u want. Meths got u so hot for it ud probably take on every dick in here. Jon said, damn he can really suck dick, I bet that ass is nice n tight. Oh yeah, he's loving it. Wanna go to an orgy n get higher n let lose? Omg yes, I panted, I never been in one. We straightened up n rejoined their party, they looked at us n smiled knowingly. They told them that they had talked me into the orgy tonight, n everybody was happy. We stayed a lil while longer, was rubbed, hugged n groped by all 10 guys at the table. We went back to the restroom again to smoke more, 4 of us crammed into that stall, I was beside myself wanting every guy I saw. They had given me 4 more booty bumps n I couldn't control it any longer. I sucked off a dick that came thru the hole in the stall in less than 5 minutes. Holy shit boys, we got to get this slut to our party. He's about to get a line started here. Reluctently we left the bar n headed to Taylors house, on the way I was in the middle of back seat making out w Taylor n jon their hands were all over me n mine on them. More later

Back in college I was 18 and walking around downtown one evening when I noticed two guys in a Jeep driving around. One was student aged, around 20, and the other a bit older, maybe 30s. They circled the block a few times and eventually stopped and, as I passed their jeep, we struck up a conversation. I jumped at the chance when they asked me back to their place. Arriving there, we immediately headed to their bedroom which was completely filled with a huge waterbed. The older guy, Jim, leaned in and kissed me while the younger guy, Rick, started undressing me. Soon all three of us were naked and sprawled on the bed. Now, until this occasion I had never before been on a waterbed, and it took some getting used to, but each of us soon was sucking on a cock. Jim was hung with a nice long and thick cock and I couldn’t get enough of it. Both of the guys turn sucking my rock hard cock. Both guys were great cock suckers, so the sensation was amazing and I became increasingly vocal, letting them know how much I was enjoying the treatment. As he moved-up, intent on kissing me, Jim commented "The shy guy we picked up was gone and I like this new confident guy." And kiss and kiss we did indeed, all the while Rick sucked away, alternating between the two of us. Of course Rick had had ample practicing on Jim’s huge cock, so he could swallow me balls deep, which I absolutely loved. At some point Jim paused in kissing me to instruct Rick to lick his hole so I could fuck him. Rick complied, and when Jim’s hole was ready, Jim lay on his back, placing his legs on my shoulders. Rick lubed cock and guided it into his boyfriend. I was young and so horned up there was no real finesse, I just went straight to fucking with deep long strokes, my hips slamming his ass on each down stroke. I remember finding the sight of my cock sliding into Jim to be fucking hot, and when Rick leaned in and kissed me, urging me to fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, soon my eyes were rolling back in my head as I shot my load into Jim as, over and over he grunted "Fuckin' breed my hole." I pulled out and Rick flipped me on my stomach and spit on my hole and then rammed his cock into me. Fuck, it hurt but quickly started to feel good as in the background I heard Jim telling Rick to fuck me hard, to use my hole and stretch it open so he could fuck me next. Rick strokes alternated between rough and hard, and softer and more shallow. My hole was gripped his cock in a vice as Jim fed me his cock. I was particularly excited by the amount of pre-cum that was flowing out of his slit. After Rick had been fucking me for several minutes, Jim announced he wanted my hole, so he and Rick switched places. Rick grabbed my face and grunted "Look at me," as simultaneously I felt Jim’s huge cock head at my hole, only to find he rammed himself into me. Although Rick had opened me up, Jim’s cock stretched my hole ever further. And, as Jim kept pushing and forcing his cock into me, eventually his balls where flat against my ass. Then he paused for a few minutes while Rick kissed me, which afforded me the chance to acclimate myself to the girth of Jim's cock. When Jim sensed I was ready he started a slow slide in and out of me and Rick continued to kiss me. With each down stroke Jim would all but completely withdraw, only to slide all the way back in, balls deep, again and again. I was on a sex high like no other, kissing Rick as his big-dicked boyfriend used my ass. They took turns fucking me until each shot a load inside me. This was the mid 80’s and I knew about safe sex but no one mentioned condoms and it felt to good bareback. It seemed as if I was doing something bad but it felt so good I didn’t care. Jim and I took turns fucking Rick after that and I ended up shooting my second load of the day into him while Jim was behind me teasing my hole with the head of his big cock. As soon as I shot into Rick, Jim slid back into me and fucked me again pushing my still hard cock into his boyfriend on each stroke. Rick wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me tight while his boyfriend deposited another load into me. My hole was sloppy and full of cum and I was in that moment completely happy. We fell asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Rick, realizing he was going to be late for work, jumped in the shower as Jim slid his cock back into my ass which was, of course, still full of their loads. He kissed and fucked me, building up to blowing yet another load into my ass, just as Rick stepped back into the bedroom from the shower. We fucked several more times over the next couple of years and I always felt a connection to both of them. Each time we fooled around I went back home utterly exhausted, my ass loaded with cum.

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This is the full blown, 100% Med resistant, AIDS wasting, faggot ending , nasty neg infector, strain spreader, hole raper and executioner. He will give you what you want, so ask extremely carefully. I'm getting HIV2 and the power to snuff.

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Maybe the boys last neg load.

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I agree that the feeling of a cock pounding your hole can be an amazing experience. But instead of "esp. with poz cock. " I woudl say "esp. with anon cock." For me the fetish is not with poz but with cocks being anonymous, which of course can be poz.

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I self lube also, strange i was talkung about this the other week, i always seem to be ready for a cock or 10 just to slide in.. i have been told my arse tastes good and after sucking cocks clean that have been in me I agree ?

Go to Rawhide if you want more bare cock.

Well then I say hold out until you get the bug gift from a complete stranger and then go home and fuck your boyfriends brains out and deposit your secret gift into your boyfriend.

Excellent story. Would love to know what med or chem was in that bottle that this guy drank

I think there is no difference between the "bitch" and the "fag" categories. When a guy offers up his pussy to be used by another man, he is both that man's bitch and fag and will do anything to get cock and sperm.

My baby brother wants a body piercing, so I thought a ear piercing on the right side to start. When he comes to live with us in June , then maybe more.

The more I travel, the more I am starting to think that it's important to know how guys cruise in a city before arriving there. Are certain apps the way to go? Do the guys visit bars with darkrooms? Is outdoor cruising the norm? Saunas? Craigslist? BBRT? GayRomeo? Squirt? As time is often limited when visiting a city, you kind of need to decide early on where to place your bets. Any by all means, get in where you fit in! If nobody else at the joint looks like you, it shouldn't be a huge surprise if you aren't getting laid. In other words, skip the leather bar if you are into wearing designer clothes and by all means, skip the naked party if you aren't keeping yourself in shape. My two cents. :-)

Part 2. The full moon and twinkling stars illuminate our way to the Gents which is all in darkness, has no doors so is just a straight forward walk in, modesty wall and as we turn the corner into the urinal area the strong smell of stale piss wafts over me and my cock throbs in my pants. My eyes adjust and I can just about make out the outline of 7 or 8 men partially visible by moonlight streaming through a slot of a window high up on the wall. There is no talking just a couple of guys making out and the others with their cocks out wanking. I push Andrew past a few guys and know his fate is sealed as I undo his jeans button and lower the zipper. My fiancé’s urgent rock hard cock proudly juts out and I automatically bend forward, open my mouth wide and to take him to the root with fabric and pubes pressed to my nose. Immediately hands are all over Andrew as his trousers and tighty whitey briefs fall around his ankles. I stand up, wriggle down my trackie bottoms and push Andrew down to take care of my rock-hard cock by shoving it down Andrew's throat in one go, choking him with every thrust. The moon light highlights the tears in his eyes as he gurgles and struggles for breath but is quickly distracted is the men’s wear guy Scott from the clinic was the first to manoeuvre behind Andrew and I watch as he looks directly into my eyes, put a finger to his mouth and slowly sucks it in and equally slowly pushes out. I can see saliva glistening all over his finger as passes that finger down outta sight an obviously rams it knuckle deep in Andrew’s hole. Amid the silence of the forest you can hear from round my thick uncut 7” cock a sharp intake of breath and as I look down into his face I see in Andrew’s eyes that he’s begging for more as Scott’s finger or fingers saw in and out of my boy’s cunt. From the darkness, I make out the muscly shape of a man I presume to be the other guy from the clinic, Adam, who kneels down on the filthy floor and starts to lap at Scott’s fingers making sure Andrew’s hole is lubed for action. My man pulls off my throbbing cock just in time to prevent me from cumming…”Awwwe” he says squirming around on the fingers deep inside his hole, “fuck mate let up eh, your fingers hurt, it feels like you are scratching and ripping my insides to pieces.” From stumbling across the Raw Top website a few months ago, creating an account, logging on to read all the conversion stories I knew all too well what was happening and why. Scott smirks, “If you in need something else in there, then tell me you want me to breed your cunt”. “Breed me sir” Andrew says whimpering between Scott ravaging his cunt with his fingers as I push his head down on to my cock again thrusting harder each time and made sure he’s all the way down to my balls. At the same time, Scott pulls himself upright spreads Andrew’s cheeks apart and rests his 9” but thankfully thin hard cock in his crack. As I reposition myself so I can see over Andrew’s back for a better view, so does Scott…just enough for the moonlight to show off a biohazard tattoo to the right and a scorpion to the left at the base of his cock letting me know, if I allow him to fuck my boy, it will be Poz sperm spewing into his guts. I can’t help but stare at the tattoos and involuntarily, almost in a trance, nod my approval. Scott rubs the circumcised exposed head around Andrew’s hole no doubt dribbling diseased precum at the entrance and next I see him shuffle ever so slightly forwards and backward teasing my boys hole. I strain forwards for a better look and see that mushroom head nudge in and then ease out pulling Andrews arse lips in and out with his movements as their vice like grip refuses to let this poisoned rod go. Other than my heart pounding in my chest and Andrew’s warm inviting mouth around my cock I am mesmerized as Scott nods and in one hard thrust slams his cock into him balls deep and begins a piston pump fucking my man as I stare down at Andrew and instinctively pinch his nose to close off his air supply, “let’s put on a show” I say as we get this full on spit roast going with Andrew taking it hard both ends. The lack of air, combined with what was happen had Andrew feeling a little dizzy and me too as Adam whispers in my ear. “He looks like he loves being used” “Yeah he’s my cumpdump alright” I reply “And will he know everyone here is positive?” Adam asks “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” I reply. “OK you two ramp up your little show for us and we’ll get the party started” announces Adam. This prompts Scott to become verbal as Andrew get pounded from both ends. “You ready boy for your breeding…getting ready to knock you up” as Andrew affirms with a grunt as tears and snot run down his face…” for a second time, you see I cum multiple times and have already dumped one dirty load in your guts.” Andrew is concentrating so hard as he bounces around keeping my cock down his throat and the incessant pounding form Scott that I don’t think he comprehends the meaning of “dirty load”.

Part 1. Three months on from our slutty holiday where my hunky 21-year-old fiancé Andrew took 7 anon raw cocks in a week we decided perhaps it would be best to get tested, so here we are at the clinic to pick up our test results. I got the all clear from the doctor, a lecture on safe sex and to think long and hard about joining the latest Prep trials…As I join the waiting area Andrew is in deep conversation with a cute guy his age whom I recognised from the men’s wear section of the major store in town and a man-mountain tattooed, pierced and muscly builder type. They all had their phones out and appear to be exchanging numbers. “All clear, still negative” I say as I sit down next to Andrew and give his thigh a squeeze, but before he can speak his name is called out and off he goes. I can’t help but overhear the two guys’ overly loud conversation…was it intentionally so for me to hear…just what had Andrew told them? “Yeah Roudham Heath Rest Stop is the place to go tonight if that guy wants to get knocked up eh Scott.” “Yep, you’re right Adam and I know just the guys to do it!” I squirm in my seat and adjust my cock as it grew hard, the guys lookmy way with shit eating grins all over their faces…they nod to me and wink, “see you there?” I must be turning bright red as I feel flush but my mind is racing ahead and know if I want to get Andrew pozzed up here was the ideal opportunity so nodded “YES” as I flip open my phone, jump on BBRTS and type in Roundham Heath. When I look up Andrew is stood in front of me, “Let’s go” he says “I don’t need a lecture on Prep and the dangers of anything other than safe sex.” And as we leave I cannot help but notice my fiancé is looking over his shoulder at the two guys. On the drive home, we discuss our Negative test results and what we would have done had it been different. “would it have been so bad if it had been Poz? ‘Coz then we could fuck who we like and just take a few pills each day if what the doc says is true, that it will be something else that kills us and not HIV.” I can see just by talking about being Poz is a turn on as Andrew is rubbing his crotch kneading his cock to hardness and silently I vow to go out on the hunt for some random anon action tonight. It’s nine pm now and having showered and cleaned out we pull into the Rounham Heath Rest Stop off the main road with the toilet block nestling between the fir tree forest and already there are a good number of cars and trucks there, waiting.

I felt the head of his cock touch my hole and felt my hole begin to suck it inside. I felt my hole stretching and pressure but no pain. But I didn’t care if he ripped my bowels and my belly wide open, I wanted his cock in me. I thrust my ass upwards as his cock slipped inside me. Daddy continued to push slowly until he was fully inside. Then he slowly withdrew completely. I looked up at him but could not seem to focus my vision. I heard Daddy say “Give me another piece”, then felt a burning feeling in my hole again. Then I sensed someone pushing something against my nostril and recognized the familiar smell of poppers. I inhaled deeply. I felt the vacuum of my hole suck Daddy’s cock deep inside me, and felt it going in and out. I felt myself floating and my hole sucking in anything and everything. I don’t know how much time passed, but slowly I began to be aware of my surroundings. Looking up I saw Daddy’s face dripping with a few beads of sweat. I saw a few wet spots on his T-shirt indicating that he was sweating. I felt him begin to pick up his pace as he reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt pulling it over his head. I felt Jimbo put the poppers under my nose as I looked at Daddy. There around his right pierced nipple was a 6” wide red and black bio-hazard tattoo. I felt Jimbo move the water bottle of poppers to my other nostril and pinch me closed as I took another huge hit. My eyes shifted to Daddy’s left pierced nipple with a red and black scorpion tattoo above it. I felt Daddy picking up the pace. I didn’t need to be asked. I heard myself blurting out loudly, “Daddy fill my guts with your Poz cum!!!!!”. I felt him push deep and stop his thrusting as I felt something warm and soothing filling my insides. As he withdrew his cock from my hole, I felt an emptiness. “Please Daddy, fuck me again.”. As I looked around I saw three tripods with cameras on them positioned around the room. I also saw Jimbo had one in his hand that he was setting down on the desk. I noticed that Jimbo was now also totally nude and as he set the camera down and turned I got a good look at his cock. It had to be 11” cut, long and thick, but not quite as thick as Daddy’s. He got onto the bed, kneeling next to me so that I could reach out and touch his cock. I stared at it as I slowly stroked it and it began to grow hard. I rubbed my finger over the beautiful head on it. I felt something on both the bottom and the top of the head. It felt like a little depression or hole. As I played with it, I felt Daddy’s fingers enter my cum filled hole and then felt something scratch the inside and then I began to feel a little burn and a warmth inside. “I just gave you another shard”, Daddy said. Daddy’s voice distracted me for a moment and as I looked away from Jimbo’s cock, I saw the color red flash by briefly as I turned my head. Turning my head back to see what it was, I saw a red and black scorpion tattoo just like Daddy’s above Jimbo’s left nipple. As my gaze locked on it, I head Daddy’s voice again. “Do you like Jimbo’s tattoo? He is one of my boys. I go on and off my meds, usually 3 months on them and then 3 months off. Right now I have been off them for about 2 months and my viral load is climbing. A year ago I first fucked Jimbo and he converted, so he carries Daddy’s strain. He has not started any meds yet, so his viral load is through the roof. You want Jimbo’s cock and load in you don’t you boy?”. As his words sunk into my mind I felt my cock bobbing up and down and my hole began feeling like a vacuum cleaner revving up wanting to suck in anything that came near it. I looked over at Jimbo’s cock and saw him screwing a shiny silver thing into his cock head. I felt my water bottle of poppers next to me and grabbed it, removing the top and shoving it up my nostril taking huge hits. As I felt the rush begin I saw the pointed spikes protruding from the top and bottom of Jimbo’s cock head. My cock bobbed up and down wildly as I yelled out,” Get that mother fucking monster cock up my ass! Tear my asshole and insides up with your spikes! Fill me with your toxic cum and knock me up!”. As Jimbo climbed off the bed and took up a position at the foot of it between my thighs I watched Daddy take what looked like a gas mask out of the duffel bag and then open a new bottle of poppers and pour a bunch of it all over the filters on the mask. Looking back at Jimbo I saw him putting lube on his cock, stroking it to full hardness, the two silver points glistening in the light. Then I watched as he sprinkled some white powder from a clear plastic bag on it. He stepped forward and lifted my legs up and I felt the tip of his head at my hole. My hole began sucking trying to draw it inside as I felt Daddy place the mask over my nose and mouth and telling me to inhale. I began taking deep breaths feeling the popper vapors fill every inch of my lungs. One, two, three hits. I felt something huge and scratchy going into my hole and slowly up my ass as my eyes rolled back into my head and I passed out.

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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

My brother is going to get it if he keep walking around like he is. That butt is begging to get wreck and breed.

Went with a fuck bud to visit a mutual friend, got several loads from 5 guys overnight. Sat in the rim chair when i got home and fed em to my roommate till he tongue fucked me so good i shot two loads down his throat

Pozzing a fellow BZ member tomorrow night. Wish us luck.

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Chapter 7 is my fav. I spank to it over and over. It's exactly what I want from a gifter. Need to feel his seed in me converting me and then when my body is at it's weakest I need him to fill me up over and over. Really feeds the submissive headspace for me. If there are any gifters out there into that hit me up.

It wasn't easy to earn my rattle snake tattoo. For the next several weekend I would have to get off work at the same time as my 3 trainer friends on Saturday, go with them to the 4 bedroom house they rent, get slammed and then fucked by each one. I stopped thinking about safe sex, only wanting their raw chicks and cum inside me. During the week they began to work with me on becoming a personal trainer. It had been about a month since the labor day party when I started to feel sick. I was at the club and had to leave early. My three buddies seemed pleased I was starting to become ill and told me to go home, get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. I was sick for 4 days which gave me time to study for my personal trainer's test. I had to take my test that Saturday morning and the club would get the results Monday. After my test I was to go over the the house for our usual party and play. When I got to the house I found my friends in the living room already naked and smoking. I joined them and quickly stripped and began to smoke. We wasted no time and headed down to the basement where points were wading. They had taught me how to administer my own slam a couple weeks back and we each grabbed a point and did our slams. As I rode my rush I was surprised that I wasn't going to be the center of the action as it seemed we were going at it with each other. We kissed, licked, sucked and fucked each other until the next morning. Monday at work started lime a normal day until I was about to get off work. The guys came to me letting me know that they think I've earned my rattle snake tattoo. First of all I passed my personal trainers test. Second they needed to take me to the free clinic for a blood test. I couldn't understand what a blood test had to do with the tattoo until we got to the clinic. The guys new the nurse who was going to preform my tests. First he did a swab of the inside of my cheek before he took some blood for confirmation of the rapid test. I asked him what the tests were for when he said congratulations the rapid test came back positive. My buddy's were with me and could see the confusion and worry on my face when they finally let me in I their secret, they were all HIV+, and they wanted me to become one of their brothers so they needed to poz me. For some strange reason I was so turned on at what they just told me. They then asked me to move into the house with them and now that I'd be making more money as a personal trainer I could afford living with in the house. It was great living with these guys. We each had our own bedroom, but I don't think I ever slept alone. One night I might have one of the guys fuck me before were fell asleep our I might fuck one of them. About a month later in mid November I had heard a rumor about my former high school bully, Elliot Warner Ray. The word I heard was that he was kicked out of the prestigious university he was attending, and would be back home. Sure enough right before Christmas he came into the club. I knew he wouldn't recognize me, since graduation I had put on a significant about of muscle, grew my hair out long and ditched my glasses for contracts. One of my roommates knew about him and his gay bashing. They all wanted to knock him down a peg or two. I was so wanting to get him. We came up with a plan. We told Elliot about the girl that was going to be at the house for a party that was 'easy'. We knew how much of a player he was so it was so easy to get him over to the house. Once he was there we made it seem like he was the first to arrive. We should his drink and after he drank his second one it was very easy getting him down to the basement. He settled a little as we removed his clothes before securing him in the sling. We waited as the G we aimed his drink with wore off. He was still a little out of it as we administered a shot of tri-mix to his cock to make sure he was hard as steel, then tied off his upper arm preparing him for his first slam. Once he seemed to comprehend what was going on I asked him if he was ready to be our bitch. He thrashed about against his restraints yelling for us to release him. We just laughed as a piece of exercise band was tired tightly to his upper arm warning him that he best keep still or risk serious injury as we made sure he saw the needle that was about to go into his arm. He turned his arm as he laid there in the sling still as instructed. It turned me on as I watched the great Elliot Warner Ray, the guy who tormented me throughout my senior year about to be reduced to a Tina bitch! As the point wasted his vein you could see the look of horror in his eyes. With the flash of his blood in the chamber my cock twitched, as the plunger was pushed and the entire .5 slam was pushed into his blood system a small bit of precum oozed out my piss slit, and when the tourniquet was removed and Elliot began to cough I readied myself to take his neg virgin ass. As I stepped up between his legs one of my roommates sprinkled some Tina in my loved covered cock informing me that this was done when they took my virginity. I looked at our victim as I placed the tip of my cock against his hole. I really liked what I saw as I looked down at Elliot. His pupils were dark and as large as saucers. His protests were no more as the tip of my cock slipped into his hole. A sight moan escaped his lips as I sank in deeper, the Tina on my cock tearing into the delicate tissue of his ass. I pushed in balls deep getting a slight yelp from him, a mix of pain with the pleasure he was going to learn to enjoy by the time we were finished. I held my cock still inside him waiting to judge his reaction. I could see the confusion in his eyes, a confusion between 'I'm strait' and 'Damn this feel so good' as I face his hard cock a squeeze to help him make up his mind. I knew which side won as he began to (seemingly) involuntarily began to wiggle his ass. I pulled my cock back a bit before trusting back in eliciting a definite pleasurable moan from Elliot. I then asked him if he was starting to enjoy my gay dick in his strait ass (mirroring what he has said to me when he forced me to suck his cock, he'd look down at me asking if I enjoyed his strait cock I my gay mouth). He didn't say a word as I began to work up to a good rhythm. I didn't want this fuck to last too long knowing my roommates were waiting for their turn. As I really got going I leaned in wanting to let my former high school bully who I was and that I was about to breed him like he has done to so many at our high school. I looked him in the eye and medical told him, putting on a good build, growing out my hair and with contacts he never recognized who I was. I gave him a clue when I added that I bet he'd recognize me if I was on my knees with his strait cock I my gay mouth. I could see the wheels spinning as he figured out that I was the fag he bullied all last year I high school. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up and knew I was about to blue my dirty cum inside the strait boy. I closed my eyes and let Elliot know that although my first load was going into his ass, I'd give him an opportunity to swallow my next load. Then I shouted out 'FUCK' as I slammed in balls deep and shot a 2 weeks worth load deep inside as I pooped passed his third ring. I could tell he felt every Siam of my cock as I looked deep into his eyes. I face him a kiss he wasn't prepared for as his lips were slightly parted and my tongue forced into his mouth. What surprise me was how he seemed to instinctively accept my kiss. When the kids broke it looked like there was a change in his brain as my semi-hard cock slipped from his ass. I moved aside to let one of my roomies take his turn as I moved up to Elliott's head with my cock covered in his has juices and some of my cum. I placed it choose to his lips as someone released his hands. Once his hands were free he grabbed my ass and pulled me in sui he could get his first taste of cock. I leaned my head back as he took my rod sub to the root. His talent surprised me and I could tell mine wasn't the first cock gee ever sucked. As his ass got fucked he brought life back to my tool. As he was about to take his second load in his hole I was getting ready to feed him my second load. I heard my roommate grunt as he deposited his sperm deep I his bowel. This sent me over the edge. I decided not to warn him of my eminent orgasm, but it was clear to me he didn't want me to pull out as he kept his hands on my ass. I looked at Elliot as I vent my balls boil over and my cum began to flow into his mouth. He hungrily swallowed every drop I fed him. As the next roomie slid his Tina covered cock in I asked Elliot 'What the fuck?' He let me know that while drunk one night he had experimented with a fraternity brother I college, but thought it wasn't for him, but for some reason he was enjoying everything we were doing to him as he grabbed his hard cock adding that he never hit this hard with his frat brother. I hadn't the heart to tell him about the tri-mix we injected into his cock to make sure he was hard. Elliot took 3 to 4 load in his ass from each of us and a couple more down his throat....did we just turn this strait boy gay?

Hey guys! With the new software I've added a "Member Map" for Cumdumps. In the navbar it's under "Other". Just add yourself on the map. It'll be a stop gap until I get Cumdump.Network up and running. I've gotta see how much use it gets. If it gets used a lot, it may get expensive and I may need to take it down. We'll see.

Brandon plans to meet Sam - As told by Brandon When I got back into my room I was still on a high from all the sex. After taking another shower and doing some thinking I lay down and texted Ben. He was still awake. “Hiya. Missed you today. Really busy. Just got back to my room.” “Me too. I was also busy. Had some friends over for pizza.” Some fuck buddies I thought. “Oh. Sam and Matt and Josh.” Yeah, I was right. Of course, I had just taken ten loads so could not be judgmental. “Sam? We need to stop talking about us getting together with him and do it.” “Yeah. It seems like he may be interested.” “Is Sam top or bottom?” “Versatile if I remember from college days.” Or from earlier tonight I assumed. “If we fuck it must be safe sex only, with condoms.” “Yeah, of course.” I imagined the smirk he must have had on his face as he typed that. I am pretty sure no condoms were harmed during that fuck session. “We can fuck each other bare when we are with Sam but where he is involved we must rubber up.” “I would not want it any other way.” Lying little cheat. He wanted it bare but probably did not think I knew. Of course I wanted it bare as well but I was prepared to play this game a little longer. I wanted to see him give himself away. Then we could be a load sharing cum loving bareback slut couple. “I’ll be back Thursday lunchtime. Anytime after that is OK.” “A weekday night?” “Sure. Whenever you can arrange for us to get together.” “What should I say to him? I cannot say lets get together to fuck.” Why not, I thought, that’s what you guys have been doing lately. “Oh, tell him I have heard so much about him and would like to meet him.” I had certainly heard a lot about Sam, and a lot of what I had heard I learned at the sex party. Like how he kept a list of everyone who he had sex with since starting barebacking, and how he never ever used condoms unless he was trying to stealth someone. This was going to be interesting. Based on how Zach and Sam seemed to be close friends, I suspected that Zach might say something about me. We would see. “We could meet at Sam’s place for drinks. He has a hot tub and that would be a good way to start.” “Ok. I’ll speak to him and make some plans.” “Cool. Look forward to that. I’m beat. Going to bed.” “Me too. Love you.” “Love you too.” This was an interesting text to send when my ass was still loaded with stranger’s cum

I love having my ass eaten, especially between fucks ... having a mouth on my ass, keeping it wet and ready while I wait for the next load .. only thing is I don't want to give-up the load or loads I have in my ass ... 1st time I snowballed was from loads out of my ass and another bottom's hole .. was damn hot getting to taste all that mixed cum and lube and juice ... faces smeared and coated with the mixture ... I swallowed most of what I could take from the other guys. Still love snowballing ... but still want to keep my rewards where they belong .. deep in my ass, soaking in.

To Sam_puppy and Npguy: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. None of us get paid to write this. We all have lives that can get busy or complex. (Often times, we have to do extensive field research for these stories...) Sometimes we write ourselves into a corner, and need to abandon the storyline. if you want a complete, edited and proofread story before all the chapters are posted, well, you will need to be very very very patient. There are a lot of stories I wish would have continued, but for whatever reason, the author has moved on, either to other stories or other things. I am just thankful my favorite authors have shared a some of their fantasies and hope every day that they come back written something new to share. From my own perspective, complaining is the best way extinguish what little motivation I have to write after a long day. Before you complain again, try writing one yourself.

Having been to Berlin many times in the last 3 years, I can say that it is a colossal waste of time to cruise online. Sure I've scored that way but there are plenty of guys in the bars that 1) you can actually SEE and 2) want to fuck. If you leave that city without breeding or getting bred, it's pathetic. Give up sex. It is everywhere there. Everywhere! Naked parties for one are an easy way to get bb sex.

Part Four It was a nice day on the back roads of Georgia where Dave and his younger brother Brian were cruising down the road. Dave and Brian were brothers who loved to play baseball. They were teammates on a team that played in the county summer league. Dave was 19, 6’2”, 175 pounds with blond hair and blue eyes who had just finished his first year in college. Brian was 18. 6’3”, 160 pounds also with blond hair and blue eyes and had just graduated high school. Both brothers were dressed in their baseball gear on their way to a game when they had a double blow out on Dave’s car. When Dave got the car to the side of the road they discovered that they had no cell service. As they were assessing their situation a white van pulled up to offer help. The brothers were grateful that someone came along and quickly took the men on their offer for a ride. After they climbed into the van they were quickly over powered and subdued by a couple men hidden in the back of the van. Like they had done before the boy’s car was towed away and destroyed and their clothes were removed and burned. The brothers woke up in the same room where Jake and Ron were first taken. There was one difference this time, Dave was restrained in a sling while Brian was left free. Dave was the first to come around while Brian was still unconscious. Dave called out to Brian as his brother just laid there. When Brian came to Dave asked him “Bro, get me out of this fucking thing.” Brian attempted to free his older brother only to find that he was restrained with leather straps and pad locks. As Brian continued to work on Dave’s restraints there was a voice with directions that was heard. “Someone will enter the room and give you a shot. That shot will make your cocks get very hard. The one of you who is free will fuck the one who is restrained or you will both be killed. Any attempt to fight the young man who enters the room will also result in both of you being killed.” Brian looked at his brother and couldn’t imagine himself fucking his brother. Dave looked at him and told his younger brother, “It’s ok bro, we’ve got to do what we need to in order to survive. Just fuck me.” As Dave finished his sentence Matthew entered the room with Ron in tow. He had 2 shots of Caverject and gave each brother a dose in the base of their cock. Ron got on his knees and began to suck on Brian’s cock getting him hard. Brian tried to fight the stimulation as his cock quickly grew to its full 8”. Ron then worked some lube over the now engorged cock getting it ready for penetration. Brian was pushed into position by Matthew while Ron remained on his knees. Brian was a virgin and was experiencing his first fuck although it wasn’t with a chick. The sensations were nothing he had ever felt when he jacked off. Since he had never done anything more than jerk off he shot his load very quickly. With the Caverjact still in Brian’s system he was still hard Matthew told him, “You keep fucking him till your cock is raw or you go soft.” Brian began to really get into fucking his brother as his brother’s cock grew stiff and began to leak precum. After another 30 minutes or so Brian shot another load into his brother’s ass as Matthew told him, “You keep fucking or else.” After nearly 2 hours of Brian fucking his brother and cumming several times Dave began to feel the sensation building in his prostate. Without any warning Dave began to have a very strong orgasm. Brian kept on fucking after Dave’s orgasm finished and deposited one more load before Matthew told him to stop. Since it was apparent that both boys would easily follow direction they were both kept alive. With Dave still in the sling and Brian worn out from fucking for 2 hours Matthew was given 2 point. He used a tourniquet and tied off Ron’s arm and stuck each point in a good vein to draw off some of Ron’s toxic blood. He then administered a slam to each brother. First Brian was given his blood tainted slam while Dave was forced to watch. After Matthew was finished it was Dave’s turn. Dave watched without any protest as Matthew applied the tourniquet, wiped a prominent vein and stuck it with the needle. Matthew made sure he was in the vein before he emptied the contents. Dave only asked, “What’s in the needle?” Matthew told him, “Tina.” Dave knew enough about Tina to know that he didn’t want any part of the drug, but he had no choice but to comply. When Matthew removed the tourniquet Dave felt the rush of the drug into his chest just before he coughed out hard as he began to hear a ringing in his ears and his vision got a little blurry. The brothers were then escorted to the main room of the compound and placed in slings to be gang banged all weekend long. Brian was now on the receiving end of cock as Dave continued to take cock from all that were there that weekend. A little more than a week after that gang bang both brothers came down with the ‘flu’ and were cared for as they converted to being poz.

Part Three It had been a over a month since Ron was abducted and made a prisoner. He had grown accustom to being high and getting used by men in the area. He wondered what his parents thought and often thought about his dead friend Jake. He spent Friday through Sunday high on Tina and couldn’t get to sleep till Monday afternoon then spent a couple days in bed. By this point Ron was addicted to Tina and needed it every weekend. He hadn’t cum since his abduction and with all the Tina he was given over the weekend he rarely got hard. He was just finishing up his typical Tina fueled weekend when Matthew escorted him to the room he first woke up in when he was first brought to the compound. When he entered he saw a strange table in the middle of the room..It had arms sticking out and a piece of wood 2” x 6” in the middle at what looked like the foot of the table. Matthew told Ron to climb on the table and lay down. As Ron Laid there he noticed that there were mirrors on the ceiling so that he could see himself as Matthew strapped him down. His arms and legs were secured along with two straps across his chest and one across his belly. Once Ron was secured Matthew let Ron know what he was about to have done to him. Matthew told Ron “It has been decided that your balls are too big and they have to be removed.” Ron began to protest and beg that his balls not be removed. Matthew let Ron know “I’ve done this plenty of times so I know what I am doing. It won’t take long and you’ll be back in action next weekend. I will gag you if you continue to fight me” Matthew added another instruction as he began to shave Ron’s Balls and crotch, “You are to keep your eyes open and watch as your balls are removes” as the jock began to cry. Once the skin was shaved Matthew prepared to clean the area with Iodine. He knew this was going to be traumatic for Ron, but it had to be done. Ron began to beg again to try and save his balls. Matthew let his patient know “Since you can’t listen I’m going to have to gag you. Matthew then forced a ball gag in Ron’s mouth so he could only mumble. He then let Ron know “If you continue to make noise I will make this more difficult on you.” Ron didn’t follow Matthew’s orders and continued to mumble away. Matthew didn’t say another word to Ron. He pulled out a hammer and two long 6” nails. He stretch his nut sack out as far as it would stretch, then placed a nail over one of Ron’s nuts, raised the hammer and drove the nail through his nut and into the wood beneath. Ron screamed out as the nail was knocked through his ball. He was breathing heavy as Matthew repeated the process on Ron’s other nut. Ron looked at his manhood in the mirror to see blood slowly leak from where the nails pierced his balls. Matthew reminded Ron “Remember you are to keep your eyes open and watch what I am doing, understood?” Ron nodded that he understood as Matthew picked up a special scalpel that would cauterize the vessels as he cut to limit bleeding. He made an incision just about half way between his balls and the base of his cock on all sides of his sack. Once the incision was made in his sake Matthew looked up to make sure that Ron had his eyes open. When he was sure Ron was watching he tied off the blood vessels to his balls and then cut the cords and vessels that let them hang between his legs. Matthew then sowed up the skin and the deed was done, Ron was now ball-less.

On my late night walks home from the downtown leather bars I always make a point to walk down the dark street with the male hustlers. Ths street is where any and all horny men come driving by to "rent" a man to fuck or to fuck them. Old guys, unatractive dudes or just plain horny males loooking to buy a warm ass to pump a thick cum load into. Young and older hustlers clad in sexy attention getting gear. I pas by in my leather chaps, boots, vest and cap and get alot of attitude from the $ holes for hire guys lining the street. These hustlers do work hard out late at night getting into cars and vans where the transaction takes place. sometimes its in a back alley or a cheap motel room. Anyway its cash for cock, top, bottom or both. COWBOY is my favorite of all the male hustlers. he is a slender, tall, black man with shaved head and body. He is one tall drink of water and is always in his "outfit' very pointed cowboy boots, skin snugging black leather 501s with a hot bubble but and large buldge in front, large silver cowboy buckel and belt, snug leather snap cowboy shirt and the coolest all black leather cowboy hat. COWBOY always stops and likes to chat with me often as he tells me his life as a hustler, the cops, abuse and even the special open ring sewn into the ass crack of his jeans, just perfect right around his ass hole and large enough for the thickest cock to push through - he does not have to drop his pants to get fucked and saves time on quick breeders and cum dumps. COWBOY wants to hook up with me on the house, he talks about doing nasty things to me, get me all slammed up so fucked that I'm like his play toy. COWBOY does turn me on...thinking of all the holes he has pumped and the horny tricks who bent him over a trash can and plowed their dick deep inside until flooding his guts, then throwing cash on his back. I agree to come back very late after his street walking is over. We meet at a street corner where COWBOY stands tall with a smile on his face and a glit from his ear ring. He holds me very firmly around my shoulders in a way that makes me feel there is no getting out of this. With each step and movement COWBOY's body makes masculine, sexy sounds with the stomp of his boots to the sweak of his tight head to toe leathers. We get to his place which is a basement room: two doors, no windows, a large mattress. computer and a few video cameras, a metal cart with tray with items lined up on it, a trunk filled with rubber dongs and such, heavy chain links hanging here and there, a dentist chair and what looked like a pedestal. "This is where I live and no tricks ever come here, but I want you here tonight" COWBOY said as he sat down on the mattress looking me up and down. "I'm going to do everything to you. Gonna get you so slammed and fucked up on the best meth on the streets and then have my way." He had me strip, leaving me with only my boots and chaps. He locked a metal collar around my neck and then laced a full hood over my skull like a second skin. He then locked my wrists and ankles to the chain links. "Now for the toxic infusion" He presented a loaded syringe. "COWBOY knows whats good for you so just take a deep breath and it will be wonderful." I looked over as COWBOY hit a plump vein right away the pushed the liquid meth right into my blood system and throughout my whole body. I flew and rushed and became super horny and greedy as I jerked around. My dick dripped and my ass was on fire. COWBOY did everything beyond vanilla sex: breeding, toys and anal balls, feeding tubes, gasmasks and chems feedings, wire mouth gags piss and scat feeding. Other guys came and went I think as he kept the rigs loaded and injected. About two weeks later i walked passed COWBOY and hustlers but he was not alone. A big beefy bodybuilder black man in jeans, t shirt and boots stood next to and towered over COWBOY. "COME HERE" the man yelled at me. "Get into my car, skum" he ordered me. We got in the back seat, the doors were locked and windows tinted dark. He slapped me hard across my face, "Sit back with your hands under your ass." He pulled out a phone and said watch this. I saw clear video of me slamming drugs and getting fucked over and over as if I was a paid prostitute. "Here's my deal, skum. I am a hard business man and deal with the selling and trading of male and female sex workers. From low street hustlers and dealers to top client and hotel escorts. I provide a needed service to males and their everyday needs. COWBOY is one of my top street producers and he is always on the lookout for new recruts. We both know you will be a profit to our group." "Blackmail is no problem in my book. I will show the video and pictures to your family, work, friends, even law enforcment." I had no choice: I had to report to a warehouse for my instructions and gear. I could just not go a and risk my dad seeing his son taking money for sex while injecting drugs. Work would be over...everything. My head was shaved and I was fitted in tight leathers. I asked for the hole around the ass hole. I trained with COWBOY for a few nights for tips and his insights. My first trick was an older man drove around the block a few times then stopped and asked out his window "Hey boy, how much?" "For what?" I replied. "I want to fuck you, how much?" I got into his car, told him the amount of my fee, and he drove to a park, his hard dick already out. I did some oral - which he was not into. Meanwhile his fingers were exploring my ass and, finding that open hole ring encircling what he was paying for, he fucked me in that car like I was 17 again, until he shot and loaded me full. "Don't get any of that on my seat" as he pulled out. He paid. I got out and walked back to the street. The next trick seemed to like to sloppy pre-lubed hole.