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Last week I went to a sex party at a hotel. When I arrived soon after the start there were about a half-dozen already there, making out and sucking dick. I stripped and approached the group, and started to kiss and touch two of them. More guys kept arriving and soon there were several groups, all getting into it. It was a good mix of ages, skewing mid-30's to mid-50's, but with some younger and older. Most height-weight proportionate, and there were quite a few with big tools. Very quickly I found myself being rimmed by a guy who was shorter than me and was really in heat. He licked and tongued my hole, warming my entire body. After a few minutes he stood and slid his dick in my hole, fucking me with quick strokes. His cock was average sized, which is what I prefer for my first cock, until I'm opened-up. He didn't take very long to cum, loudly, to the approval of the room. My inner slut was proud that I was the first to get a load. I didn't take a break, but immediately began making out with a lean guy with a nice seven inch thick cock, alternated sucking and kissing him. Not only was he was a great kisser, he was also great at fucking my ass. Several times I did ass to mouth, tasting lube and cum. He tried to hold back, but finally shot a big load deep in my ass. This fuck, like the first one, was a standing fuck, where I was bent over a bit as he held my chest in his arms, or as he held my hips. He stayed in for a while before he slowly slid out. We kissed, I cleaned his cock, and kissed again. It was raw and passionate. Our connection was animalistic - which is nice to encounter. I took a little break, wandered over to some of the other boys, kissing and touching, then sucking. A youngish, tall, heavy in a good way black guy arrived. As soon as he was naked I went to work on his dick, getting it hard, squeezing his nipples as he indicated, and just enjoying feeling his enormous arms. I turned and guided his seven inch plus meat into my cum-lubed hole. We fucked a while. Others watched us, until he got soft, at which time we separated a for a bit. After a while another guy started to fuck him, and he was really enjoying it. He was frantically jerking off, and sensing he was close, I turned my ass toward him. One big spurt landed on my butt before he shoved his rod in me and dumped the rest of his load into the mix which was already there. He was sweating a lot - from both his orgasm and the heat of all the horny men. Next, another skinny guy with a big dick, mutual sucking before he had me crouch on the bed's edge and mounted me. He slid in and out, loving the sloppiness. He said he was vers and asked to be fucked. It is rare for me to fuck, my physical DNA and psychological character is bottom, built to take DNA. But since he had fucked me, and I wanted to keep help sustain the hot vibe at the party, I obliged. It was a nice hole, and he said he appreciated that my dick was so hard. Soon he was back in me, more ass-to-mouth, then he went on to a short, thin, young guy who was laying his back. The lucky kid got his load, when the kid asked me to also fuck his ass, which I did. As we fucked he said it was the first time he had been fucked while carrying a load in in his ass, and that he really wanted me to add my spunk to the mix. He felt amazing, reminding me why cum is the best lube. But I wasn't ready to shoot, as I was hoping for one more myself, or to cum while I was taking it up the ass, so I withdrew and another guy immediately took my place. I moved around, sucking and kissing, and got fucked a couple more times. The last one was hot, lean muscle 20-something with a big, uncut cock. Then it was 7:00 and I had to leave. It had been a damn hot party with a lot of cock and cum in less than two hours. I jerked off that night reliving the experience as I played with my cum-saturated hole. That night and the next day none of it leaked out, so all of it was absorbed. I hope there is another party soon!

He pulled my trousers open and down and fondled my balls. "Nice.. " he whispered, "Full of lovely spunk!" He had undone his belt as he squatted in front of me, and as he stood up he was naked with from the waist down. His cock was stiff below his sagging belly, but he wasn't interested in that. He turned round and showed me his wasted buttocks with the flesh sagging in wrinkles. He dug out some lube and smeared it over my cock., then reached back and guided it towards his hole. I gasped with shock and excitement as he pushed back and my cock slid deliciously into his perverted asshole. "Oh yeah!" He gasped. "Fuck me, dearie!" Despite feeling repulsed by his wasted body, I couldn't help thrusting in and out and gave myself up to the filthy act. Suddenly a light flickered in the stairwell. My heart lurched in fear, and then the heavy body of the ugly barman lurched into view with a torch in his hand. "Don't mind me, lads." He said. "Seen it all before. Got to check every couple of hours to make sure no druggies using the place." He came over and shone his torch on my belly. "Give us a look, then." The other man pulled himself slowly off my cock until it flopped out of his arsehole and glistened wetly in the torchlight. "Why don't you give it a go, Jim?" He grinned. "Don't mind if I do. Here hold this." He handed over the torch and loosened the belt below his heavy belly. I might as well have been a piece of meat the way they talked about me, and yet it excited me how matter of fact they could be about such filthy activities. He bared his fat, pimply backside which was pale in the reflected torchlight. "Got any lube, Bill?" The other man dug out the tube and handed it over. Jim squeezed a dollop onto a grimey forefinger then smeared it into the dark crease between his buttocks. He spread his cheeks and guided my cock into him. His hole was puffy and slack and flowered around my cock like silk as I slid up him. "Fuckin' hell!" He grunted. "You've got a nice cock, mate." He began moving back and forth on my dick as Bill shone the torch on the fat buttocks and watched me fuck him. "You can cum in him, if you want. He loves it when they spunk up him." "Yeah," Said the barman. "Shoot it! Give me your cum!" I was overwhelmed by the sheer degradation, sheer filthiness of what was happening to me, and with a sob of pleasure my cock swelled and throbbed and I felt myself spurting deep inside the man's rectum. He held still until I finished, then stood up. Spunk dripped from his hole and he dug out a dirty handkerchief and mopped it up. He pulled his trousers up said "Thanks, mate" and went up the stairs. The man called Bill ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss. "Come on, lets go up and get a drink."

I was out of town today to a business meeting about 2 hours away by car. Business finished up earlier than I expected, so i decided that i would head out on the highway home and stop at the ABS along the way, in the next town down the road. It is located along a state highway, so it does get some traffic rolling by, but i was not optimistic for much, since it was only 4pm on a Tuesday. I paid and went into the theater, hoping that someone might drop into the store. I had to only wait about 5 minutes, and i heard a truck pull up outside into the lot. A short minute or two later, i heard the door to the theater open, and watched a tall lean young guy in his mid-twenties lean up against the back wall about 10 feet away. He started watching the flick playing on the screen intently, paying me no mind. Within a couple minutes he had pulled his cock out and was stroking. I moved over a bit closer and asked if he wanted head, and he turned to me and said, " sure, beats stroking it". I pulled my pants down and then sunk to my knees to put his cock in my mouth. Damn! Thicker and longer than i thought! After a few minutes of sucking it as deep as i could, i asked if i could see and hold his nuts while i sucked. He unbuckled and pushed his jeans down. He had THE BIGGEST NUTS!!! EASILY the size of grade A xl eggs. No shit! I rolled them around and tugged on them while sucking on his massive cock. I backed off for a breather and commented up to him while stroking his cock, "you must produce major cums loads with balls this size"!! He said. "if you want to see a big cum load, bend over that bench". As a total cumslut should, i was bent over in less than 2 seconds. He produced a bottle of lube, greased up and slid up inside my ass in one slow push. And then, holy fuck batman....he when primal, pumping hard and deep with that donkey dick. He didn't last more than about 2 minutes, and blasted in me balls deep. As he was pulling his pants up, I asked if he was local to the area or just passing through. He told me what town he lived and i asked if he ever got through the town i live. Yes, he travels through my town 2-3 times a week. I gave him my card.....and told him to call me. He replied to me, "since I am without a girlfriend right now, looks like you are gonna get some cock, since you could take that fuck i just gave you. I'll call you Thursday. Get some more lube, I'm almost out". He left and as soon as the theater door closed i stroked out a load of my own and could feel his load dripping out of my greasy asshole and down my leg. By the time i left in my car and heading down the highway myself, i realized that I best not stop for a bottle of water at a convenience store as i was in light beige dress slacks....i knew the seat of my pants were a mess! Now, 2 hours later and at home, his cumload has dried and plastered my underwear and slacks to my ass. I almost shot another load in the garage when i got out of my car, and peeled it away from my very sore, and now chapped, asslips. Fuck, I'm sore; but have got to be ready for another encounter on Thursday!!!!

I was on BBRTS last night and received a message from a guy saying only "We want to destroy you now." I looked at his profile and he was hot. He was 37 and had a great body. "How many guys?" I asked. "You will find out when you get here," he answered. "What are you after?" I asked. "ou won't have a say in what we do." Now I was horny! I jumped on the subway and headed to the hotel, arriving wet as it was pouring. I made my way to their room. When the door opened I found four gym fit naked guys. 'Fuck', I thought. I took a little drink and stripped, and sat on the face of one of the guys who was laying on his back on the bed. He got to work getting me wet while I went between the other three guys, sucking each guy's cock. Less than five minutes later one guy said in broken English "Now we destroy you." Pushing me onto my back, the guys held me down and pulled my legs up and apart. Then one of the guys thrust his way all the way into my ass and started pounding me. There was no way to stop and there was very little pleasure (at least for me) but at least I knew they weren't joking in saying they would destroy me. The whole session lasted about two hours. They spoke almost entirely in Italian so I had no clue what was coming next, but occasionally they used English, at which time they spouted poz talk and name calling, such as faggot, worthless slut, etc. They took turns with me, and there was quite a bit of ass to month cleaning, a bit of DP as well as face fucking. One after the other each made a final assault on my ass, blowing his load in me. The last guy churned it all up as the sperm flowed down my ass. After he blew I licked his dick clean , and could taste all four loads. Then I collapsed on the bed and they kept fingering some of their loads out of my hole and fed the cum to me. I made a move to jerk off but they stopped me, handed me my clothing, and told me to get lost. Which, of course, I did. Even if my ass is still a bit sore this morning, the experience was totally worth it.

I hope the next part "Jagged Little Pill" will address some of the ambiguity. Sorry, it's a bit longer but there a couple of other characters you have to know about. But you guys are great!!! I'd want you for my editors

I want big dicked trolls to rape some AIDs into me

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

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

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

Probably you can patent a new ice cream flavour

You are doing a damn good job without anyone needing to edit your work.

damm, need my ass fucked so badly

woke up with a cold sore in my mouth....kinda hot

My last load taken was from a guy I met on barebackr.com. Super tall: 6'7" a giant with a giant dick. His big white cock, my smooth bLack ass. I've actually never took a duck as thick as his and I could literally feel his cum fill my hole because my ass because more oressurized and warm. God that was good sex.

Tomorrow January 28 2016 is the one year anniversary of me testing Poz.

Mmmm....would have loved to see a vid of that. Or even better, be one of the bottoms ;-)

I agree -this is fucking hot! I love stories where the guy who is terrified of HIV is suddenly sucked into the hunger that so many of us feel, and he gives into it!

I tested on the same day of each month when I was chasing. Prior to that I was doing the "good queer" thing of testing a couple times a year...usually at the local gay center. When I started riding sick dick, I wanted to know when I finally converted, so it was easier to buy a bunch off e-bay at test at home. The home tests measure the HIV antibodies in your system...not the actual virus. As others have noted it may take a bit to build up the level of antibodies until the test reflects a level that suggests that you are indeed POZ. In essence, if you are fucking a lot, the test is only valid for the moment you took the test. What happened after that is still unknown. But, if you get two pink lines, in nearly 99% of the time, any other type of testing will confirm you are indeed knocked up. On the other hand, a negative result my be disproved by other more discrete testing. In short, a negative test on a home tester is really of little value in proving you are indeed negative, while it is extremely accurate in stating you are POZ. As LKMIKE said, I found the testing kind of fun. I actually videoed each of my tests...to capture what my true reaction to the results would be. No doubt, the smile on my face when I saw two pink lines confirmed that all that fucking had finally paid off. On all these negative videos, the disappointment was equally clear.

My Tuesday hookup with the bigger bearded guy from India was better than I was expecting. Before he's only fucked me, and was quite aggressive, even calling me whore and slut as he fucked. Well, last night he comes over, gets naked, and lays on my bed and tells me to blow him. My pleasure as he has a beautiful 8" uncut cock. He is moaning and telling me I'm a good slut, then tells me to tongue his balls and ass for him. I love that cuz he's hairy as fuck there, so I get to work on his balls, taint, and as close to his ass as I can but he's laying on his back and it's hard to reach. Finally he rolls over and gets on his knees, and tells me to tongue his ass deep. Damn I dive right in, pushing my tongue in and out of his hairy hole, eating it like a professional. I reach and start massaging his nutsack as I tongue him, and he really starts moaning good. Then it happened- he yells back to me "fuck that hole, whore! Fuck me you pig!" I never moved so fast. The idea of barebacking his ass makes my cock swell even more. Up on my knees right behind him, rubbing my cockhead on his hole to spread all my precum around, then I push in slow and steady. He's tight as fuck (I think it was his first) but he only moans in pleasure. I sink my 7" all the way, and I feel him clamp down tight and almost blow my load then. I hold still until he yells again for me to fuck. And fuck I do! I'm gripping his hips and watching my cock slide in and out of that dark hairy ass, and he's moaning like a bitch in heat. I tell him his whore is gonna cum, and ask him if he wants my pig load. "Fuck it in me, whore!" was his reply, and I erupt into spasms, shooting my load as deep into his married pussy as I could. I keep stroking in and out of his ass til my cock softens and plops out. He reaches up and pulls me down next to him on bed, and spoons right behind me. His cock is leaking precum and he finds my hole fast and shoves his dick straight in me. I knew it tore me a bit but not so much I had to stop him. He thrusts in me like 7 times then unloads, calling me his fucking pig as he does. Finally he lays still, cock still in me, for like 20 minutes. Then he quietly got up, showered without asking, got dressed and left. All without saying one word to me. Best sex in a long time!

I agree- cheating makes it so much sleazier. Both on your own partner or hooking up with a cheater. Similar to fucking Straight guys and promising them they are the only ones you fuck raw with. They are special and your raw ass is all theirs and only theirs (for the moment).

The Growl In Vinnie’s loft were JT’s clothes. He wanted them back. He wanted Vinnie to drive him there to fetch them. They didn’t talk on the ride back to the city. It was very late and the fog hadn't lifted. Out here on the bridge they heard the deep bass of the fog horn. Fluttering lights off the bridge flashed by in syncopation. Shadows like bars rolled over Jeremy's face. He looked out into the grayness. He didn’t want to go home and be alone, but he didn’t particularly want to stay at Vinnie’s. He shivered once, which Vinnie caught. As they came off the bridge, Vinnie asked how he was. He thought about it, didn't know. He thought for a moment longer. "Changed." "Listen—" Vinnie started. "No!" he said emphatically. Raised his hand without looking. "Can't listen to—." Broke off not being able to speak, continued staring in the middle distance, seeing no street signs passing, no houses, no cars, nothing but a mist of gray. Vinnie turned up the van heater. Jeremy felt warm pin-pricks stir along his zipper. He felt around the crotch. Three holes, still damp. He looked at his fingers. Small shreds of fabric stuck to red blood. Bullet holes, three, where Vinnie had unloaded after the first shot to the head. The rest of the ride was more colorless streets, lights of oncoming cars, reds of taillight, turning corners in the maze that was the city. They rode the elevator staring straight ahead. Vinnie unlocked and pulled open the noisy gate. He switched on the overhead lights. It was an ugly room, thought Jeremy, full of ugly thoughts and ugly actions. It was familiar. It had followed him from Tennessee. It followed him wherever he went. He always remembered it. Only now it manifested itself when he looked at Vinnie. "There's a hose in the shower, if you—" They couldn't find the end of sentences with each other. He went to the stall in the corner of the room. Toed off the heal of the right shoe. Held on to a pipe to pry off the other. Dropped trousers over the shoes. He put the green robe on the radiator. He spied in the reflection of the dark glass scratches on his shoulder. He twisted and looked at the other. Claw marks there too. He opened the rust-stained shower curtain. Dried orange trails were on the walls and made spider patterns to the center of the drain. Vinnie was right, there was a hose. A green garden hose with the end cut off. He remembered a hose like that he drank from at his house back home. The water was so even, smooth, cold, perfectly shaped. Why did the shape make it so good? It was the best water he'd ever had, wasn't it? He wished all water from then on could slake his thirst like that. Life was the left-on hose soaking in the weeds, going downhill from there. He turned on both valves. It was cold. He bent down and miraculously the water poured in the same smooth way it did in his memory. It was a memory only for him. He drank and drank the smooth water till the water ran warm. He saw Vinnie looking at him. He closed the curtain and blocked him out. He stuck the hose up his butt, held it for a moment and let it flush out. Clear. Some flex of white, some brown. He tried not to think about it. He flushed out several more times until it ran null of substance. He flipped the switch on the shower head and warm water unevenly spouted at him. There was soap in a dish. The screws were rusty. The soap wafer thin. It would do. His back stung when the water hit it. He liked that it stung. Felt it purge something ugly, something foul. He turned off the cold and stood like a statue as it built to a scald and set his back ablaze. Steam rose around him till he couldn't see the walls, only felt he body burning alive. Vinnie rushed over and turned off the water, scorching his arm where the water struck. He pulled Jeremy out, grabbed towels next to the stall. First one went over Jeremy's head, another over his shoulder, a third wiped his chest. Jeremy dripped in a puddle all over the floor. Vinnie knelt to wipe his feet, soaking up some of the puddle. He picked up the warm bathrobe and gave it to Jeremy. Jeremy looked at the robe strangely. An object that was familiar but meant something other than what it was. P-A-I-N means bread in French. Why did that pop into his mind. He couldn't remember what he was holding, where it was from, where he saw it before. He declined to remember. In French, P-A-I-N was bread. The only thing from the three months from the required French class his junior year, December, before he was put in to rehab for six month, The first time.. Put it on, he told himself, and walked over to the couch in this strange room without walls. TV, couch, monitors, kitchen table, bed, handcuffs on chains hanging on a black brick wall, the screws in the walls that wouldn't pull out no matter how hard you struggled. He laid down sideways. Why didn't the room look sideways if he was? He grabbed a cushion and in a few minutes fell asleep. He woke in the middle of the night frightened, didn't know where he was. He looked around the room of blue static-filled light. Images on the monitors of men fisted, men being whipped, men in cuffs getting fucked. Not everything came back at once, but enough. Vinnie was in the leopard bed, facing away, snoring lightly. Jeremy had a blanket over him that wasn't there before. The Lion King, the plush blanket read. Gold silk fringe. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Not a memory but a sensation before he knew words. It felt good, comforting. He wanted desperate to feel good but forgot how you did that. A picture of the cub and the words, Hakuna Matata. From the swahili, hakuna (there is not here) and matata (plural form of problem). Tarzan wasn't in the movie, was he? No, that was another time in another Africa. It was singing animals. Some of the animals screamed, though. He pounded his head several times to stop it from thinking. He carried the No Worries blanket on his back. A cape that hid and protected him. The tattered robe underneath. The floor was warm. Swept. Vinnie was facing away toward the black windows, snoring lightly. Next to the bed he dropped the cape, dropped the robe, saw himself naked in the black windows, an unchanged reflection of highlights of blues and darker blues. He crawled into bed and spooned Vinnie. Vinnie flinched to the touch, then recognizing who it was and instantly calmed. He remained like that, awake, for a very long time. Minutes? An hour? Time: there is no etiquette. Jeremy's skin was cold, his breath warm on his neck. Jeremy had his hands clutched like he was praying in front of his face. He felt the clutched hands behind his head. He reached over and put his palm over Jeremy's hands. He felt he held him, one palm warming cold fists. Jeremy didn't move—minutes, hours—but something did move. Vinnie felt something rare and warm and excited rising at his back, hardening against his tailbone. Jeremy's upper body didn't move, but Vinnie felt his lower body, in the slowest of motions, geologically slow, grass-growing slow, a snail rising out of its shell, tilt then prod his hole. There weren't any words, not even thoughts in the time that passed. Only honest flesh. What flesh was trying to tell for the very last time. He reach under the bed and took out the KY he had used before. For the very first time he lubed his hole. Then he swathed Jeremy's over-sized weapon. Jeremy let out not a sound but an ecstatic guttural breath. Not a word but direct expression of sensation. A growl, not canine but ancient, neolithic. Vinnie never had been taken captive by a sound like this, willingly, wantingly. He wrapped Jeremy's mammoth erection in his fist and guided him in. It hurt as he mounted it. His entire life he'd only topped, not played with his hole, never tempted. But he wanted to keep Jeremy, his boy, JT, Tarzan, midnight cowboy, he wanted him, whatever he could find to keep him his. He opened himself up to a second inch. The first was devastating in its girth. He paused till he got used to it. The second, when it went in, was just as painful. He couldn't keep from squeezing it out, but by squeezing it he also greased the head again and made it more rigid, easier to push back in, which created a gasp from them both. Jeremy's tool was big enough for two hands, with three really, so Vinnie easily grabbed him at the base, with eight inches to spare. Feeling the boy's sparse light bush he kept impaling himself deeper till he accepted half of it. He didn't know how he'd take anymore. But Jeremy, asleep and awake, growling softly with every inch, feeling what Vinnie was doing but not cognizant of Vinnie's ultimate intentions, or confident in his determination to pursue Vinnie's parole, still instinctively felt a need to push his cock along where it was already going. He rocked a bit to get further inside, where it was warm, where he was in control. He felt Vinnie resist, so he eased up. And each time he felt Vinnie accept he took quick advantage to gain more ground. Vinnie internally sensed the stakes, felt the challenge. Relinquishing was the goal, and, man, wasn't it the most human thing he did in his life. Pain? He endured torture aplenty. Giving ground was giving up, but this relinquishing was as emotional difficult as it was physical. In fact, it was dawning, something he never knew because he never experienced, the combination of emotions and the basic physicality of it gave way to pleasure. One plus two is five. He started wanting Jeremy to hurt him, stretch him, make him feel something in his gut. He wanted it deep in every way. That something was real, was another person touching him, entering him. He kept taking, finally not resisting as the twelfth inch reached it mark. He pulled and pushed against it, wanted to continue feeling it. It could have been five inches or twelve: he had no reverence for this. A man was inside him. Someone he cared about, risked everything for. He felt the boy's smooth long body bang against his cheeks. There was something complete in this. This, the first time. Jeremy rubbed Vinnie's furry cheeks. Cherished them, fondled them, put his hand between Vinnie's legs. He raise a leg so he could get deeper inside Vinnie. He wanted all of Vinnie, nothing left on the table. He dipped and scooped till Vinnie really felt him inside, giving out a growl and moan. Sounds of hurt and pleasure. Prehistoric sounds. Sounds that kept other animals away in the jungle dark. Jeremy wanted him to know it was he, Jeremy, fucking him. He was in him. Inside him. Now would always be. Not soft and smooth—Jeremy was hard and awake. Not a dream, but real and wanting something out of him that he knew would be the last thing Vinnie would give up. He pushed Vinnie on his stomach and then pulled his pelvis up till he was on all fours. He rocked slowly at first, instinctively aware of Vinnie's vulnerable virginity. He looked in the reflective windows and liked what he saw. A beast with many legs and two torsos, a Centaur rearing and majestic. He slowly began to fuck waiting for Vinnie to catch up. If he didn't catch up to his pace soon he would make him, whip him till he caught up. And he did grow impatient. He squeezed his ass and felt his cock get harder and he smacked Vinnie's ass and it made him harder still. Vinnie bucked rebelliously, bucked back against him as a steed in defiance. Vinnie shook his head, ceding and rebelling to his rider at the same time, keeping Jeremy in check yet encouraging him to not quit pushing him. The roll of saddled and saddling was new to them both; there were no rules except what felt natural and good. Jeremy smacked Vinnie's ass again and Vinnie slammed back onto Jeremy's magnificent member. He felt the crown growing in size since it first went it, and the length taking over his entire entrails. It was growing like a second spine, taking over. He felt half his body being pulled out through his ass and then violently pushed back in. It felt so good he bucked and Jeremy plundered his captive, he grabbed Vinnie's muscular shoulders, feeling him under him, rapidly coming to a climax that he wanted more than anything. Sweat dripped off his forehead, ran down his chest into Vinnie crack, mixing with the lube and juice and now, thankfully, cum. Jeremy grabbed Vinnie's hips tight against him, filled him with all the rage and potency and desire that was in him. He pulled him tight against him again in lust and gratitude. He slammed against him with all his force in hatred and fear and repudiation and, finally, at the very last moment, love. He spewed in Vinnie as smooth as the stream from a garden hose. Running over into the brier patch, through dogwood grove, down the hill to the meadow where the Hemlock grew. Home. *** Vinnie was hard as a rock. Jeremy, breathless, rubbed Vinnie's slippery back. He laid over him and loved how they slipped like seals over each other. That slather elicited the remaining spurts of cum that remained deep in his bowels. He pumped his ass, squeezed his balls, pumped whatever was left in his sack, emptying into Vinnie so far inside, his seed would always remain there. He could've stayed like this if their legs permitted the rest of the night. But Vinnie had other thoughts. Vinnie pushed back, impaling himself on Jeremy. He sat on his haunches looking in back of him, and found Jeremy's face. He reach a hand around pulled him to his lips. Jeremy's went into the kiss open mouthed, and now, with a partially healed heart, he reached around to graze across Vinnie's chest, the midnight hair, the billowing abdomen, the black wilderness around his cock, the full throbbing member that greeted his hand. The member he could barely get his fist around. "Yeah, about that," Vinnie grinned, pulling himself off Jeremy with quite a bit of resistance on his and Jeremy's part, emptying Jeremy out with a regret of separation he soon hoped to replace and remedy ten fold. "Lie back, Jeremiah Tiberius. Time you rode in my saddle." He looked at him dead serious. "But only if you say so, partner." If it was no, that was it, he'd accept it. But Jeremy's face grinned a mile-wide yes, so he threw him down, grabbed the lube and ran the liquid freely over Jeremy's hole and his cock. He was attentive to the expression on the kid's face. Point of fact, in the last hour he knew first hand it would hurt—at first. But over the hump and he knew the pleasure he could give him—and the pleasure he would take. He slowly rested his cock atop the boy's hole. He wanted to erase what the boy's sense memory would project. "Stay with me," he said, holding Jeremy's head. He saw the boy was about to panic; that the memory of Friday night was creeping back in. "Look at me." His rigid cock penetrated the first hurdle, was gliding slowly, evenly into the boy's fuckhole, not being rejected while the boy kept his eyes on Vinnie. The moment his eyes started fluttering, he stopped, brought the boy back, letting him know he was there, right then, right now, with him. "I won't let you go, partner. I'm right here, okay?" Jeremy said yeah, then squeezed his hole to put a grip on Vinnie's large mushroom head, to assure himself that it was really him that was slipping into his body. He said oh yeah again, changing the affirmation as a praise to heaven. Looking up into Vinnie, seeing him for the first time really smiling. The warmth radiated from smile of Vinnie's imperfect teeth, seeing him, stroking his face. The imperfections in his handsome features. Jeremy saw a slightly off-set nose, the fight it came from, an aggressiveness, a don't-give-a-fuck, a small fleck of green in his brown eyes, on his cheek a small mole he never noticed. He kissed it, then the man, pushing his butt further onto his exquisite growing rod. He was taken by him, the subtle wave of his hair—the swollen eye and cut brow that he'd inflicted. He turned away clenching his hole, trying to push Vinnie out. "You're with me. It's okay. You wanted a who, remember?" Vinnie stayed in place. "I'm your who. I'll always be your who." Vinnie kissed him on the mouth passionately, and pressed the rest of himself inside until his heavy bush contacted Jeremy's receptive hole. Jeremy came in that instant all over the forest of his chest. Vinnie was pleased and took his time as the minutes, hours went by. *** They made love like that all through night, slept two hours and began again before dawn. As the light came up, on Jeremy's prodding, they took out the cuffs, but only if Vinnie agreed to be cuffed too. And first. Vinnie erupted probably the hardest he'd ever nutted when Jeremy had him chained with his face to the black wall buttfucking him from behind. Vinnie got them to be dirty boys, peeing on each other in the shower. Vinnie got Jeremy to drink his pee. Vinnie wouldn't reciprocate and Jeremy got mad, so they went and had breakfast at the coffee shop on the corner. Vinnie paid. Then Jeremy threw Vinnie on the bed, made Vinnie suck him off, gagged him a couple of times. Peed some in his mouth in the middle of getting head, which made Vinnie mad, dammit, got pee on the leopard spread. Jeremy replaced it with the Lion King blanket Vinnie had put on him in the night. Vinnie wasn't satisfied, so he let Vinnie spank the fuckin' goddamn shit out of his ass, just like his daddy would do back in the wood shed like when he found his two older boys play-diddling each other in the garage. Jeremy's ass was bright red. Not the first time; not the last. He hollered like heck but pulled Vinnie off which he was doing it. Then Vinnie put lotion to soothe his butt, then fucked him with his fingers in the middle of it with the lotion. Then Jeremy played with Vinnie's ass while Vinnie played with his. At nighttime they ate sandwich ordered from the deli. Vinnie embarrassed Jeremy receiving the order naked at the elevator from the delivery boy. With a humongous hardon! Jeremy hid under the blanket. Then they bit and licked and chewed each other under the covers, flipped twice: once playing Centurion and slaveboy with chains on top of the tiger pillows in Vinnie's harem, and cowboys and Indians with the Indian—Vinnie with pigeon feather stuck in his hair—getting head on a kitchen chair tied up by Jeremy in cowboy boots and hat and nothing else. They had a few beers and put on some straight porn and jacked off, especially with the nurse and the hunky doctor. At midnight they were hungry again and ordered a chicken parm, which they agreed to split. At twelve thirty they heard the elevator buzz and Vinnie said into the intercom, "About time! We're starvin' here." This time Vinnie wore his green bathrobe and Jeremy was draped in the Lion King blanket. They still, however, were sporting hardons underneath. The elevator door opened and Vinnie pulled back the gate with the usual crash. Mr. X stepped in followed by two extremely large men. "Vincenzo," Mr. X growled, "you cost me much money. You and boy." He took a pistol out of his long coat and shot him. He looked at JT. "You two play house?" Jeremy had no answer. "Get on bed," he said, waving the gun at the stunned boy. "You," he said to one of his men, "take blanket. You," he said to the other, "cuff him to bed. Much to pay for. Lots to talk about." ***

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

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

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

I love to rim a nice hot ass good and deep before I slide my cock into it. I find it relaxes the hole nicely and I prefer spit for lube unless it's really high quality lube. When I bottom I need a good rimming to get me in the right mood for a cock up my ass! Let's hear your thoughts! Do you lick it before you stick it?

My last fucking boyfriend is an asshole and used to deny sex to me. It was only when he wanted it. I need it every day so stop at the bookstore, park or wherever I can get a load. He had no clue that I've been cheating on him for years. Most of the time he fucked me with loads from the bookstore in my hole. He would get off on me cleaning the leftover cum off his 9" uncut cock. He is the kind of sleeper that never wakes up, so I have had tricks in the house fucking my brains out or pissing down my throat and he never knows. If a trick is into it, I love getting fucked in the bedroom while he's in bed sleeping. Little does he know my legs are up in the air wrapped around some grandpa, daddy, kid or whoever is shooting their cum into my asshole. His best friend and his boyfriend have both used my holes in front of him while he's sleeping. I took a job in another state so that was the end of that, but I loved cheating on that cocky bastard. For me, there's nothing like having sex with a cheater. Knowing I'm sucking or getting fucked by a guy with a wedding ring on or some guy that can't get anything from his boyfriend and knows he can stop by my place for servicing and to dump a load of cum or piss into my body and whatever perved out kink he wants to get into. I've now got a few regular straight guys that come over for servicing and they think I'm the only one I let fuck me bareback. One older guy who is a realtor comes over and brings a trick with him he picked up at the park or bookstore. He gets off on watching them fuck me and sitting on my face while I rim his hole. Another guy who is a fireman comes by before he goes home to the wifey for a quick blowjob and asslicking. I fucking love going down on his fat, uncut German cock. My best though is the computer nerd that no one would give a second look to. He answered an ad I put on craigslist. Tall, scruffy beard, greying hair...but when he pulled down his pants out flopped a 10" uncut cock with a red bush. He climbs on my chest and fucks that thing all the way down my throat so that when he cums I don't even taste it. I just naturally swallow all that fucking batter right down. I just got him into barebacking me and he is the type that can't believe some fuckhole like myself will clean off his extra cum from his cock after he's shot. He's really quiet but I'll do anything to get that load from him and turn him into the fucking kinkster he wants to be. Next up, I'm working on him pissing down my throat. There's nothing for me that I like better knowing that I have made a cock feel so good that they have shot in my asshole or down my throat or let them urinate wherever they wanted on or in me. Ever since my 18th birthday when I told my parents I was going out with friends after dinner, but in reality hung out at the local bookstore til it closed at 2 a.m. getting fucked by any old man or guy that wanted to use my body and then cruising behind it and getting used behind a dumpster til 4 a.m. I've never looked back. Thousands of cocks have entered my body and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Fuck I love sex and being used for the fuckhole I am.

Walking down the street in downtown LA some guy recognized me from online and told me that I was a "trashy cum hungry slut" and I should go with him into the alleyway and let him breed me. So I did!

I took 11 hot loads at a Cumunion party this past Wednesday night. I'm guessing most were poz loads being pumped in my cum dump slut ass.

Last night right after work, I had a hot young black twink half my age hit me up on Grindr. He had a nice 8" BBC and needed to unload. We agreed to meet right after work. I cleaned up in the bathroom at work and went out to my camper I keep in the parking lot. I pre-lubed my hole with vaseline. I saw him drive up, so I bent over the couch with my head in a pillow. He walked in, unzipped, and pushed his pants down a little. He smacked and rubbed his big dick on my ass until he got hard. I reached back and stroked him a bit. I loved the way his big dick felt in my hand, and I knew it was going to feel better in my ass. He poked around my hole a bit, and then pushed in. My pre-lubed hole worked out well as no other lube ended up being used. He was able to slide in with ease and no pain. He fucked me slowly with long strokes for a while, then built up speed and finally unloaded deep in my ass. I offered to clean his cock with my mouth, and this was the first time I saw my young adonis. He packed away his junk and left, I went home to my wife.

I was on Grindr last night when a gentleman hit me up. As it turned out he was about to check into a hotel which was less than two miles from me. He asked if I would like a toy, or fingers, or cock, or even a hand up my ass. I replied 'yes', hopped in the shower and drove over to the hotel. When I got to his room, I kicked off my boots, went down on my knees and pulled down his shorts to get at his cock. He was about seven and a half, hard. He positioned me on the bed, on my back, lubed up his hand, and, in less than 30 seconds, pushed his hand all the way into my ass, down to his wrist. Once I was relaxed from the sudden onslaught, he knelt up and pushed his cock in to my ass, along side his fist. I gasped in pleasure and told him to wrap his hand around his cock and to jerk himself off as energetically as he wanted. He started off slowly, using small motions until I told him "Go for it." "Okay," he replied, and without another word went full force, fucking and jerking off, pushing and lifting, twisting his knob to get the best approach. He kept up the intensity until I felt his cock start to swell, which caused his hand to expand to an even larger size in my hole. His breath became heavy and ragged as he grunted and moaned, all the while his fist seemed to get wider and wider. Reaching down, I pulled his hand ever deeper into my hole, and as I did so he exclaimed "Oh, oh my god, oh my god," groaning and gasping heavily. From the pressure to which his cock and hand were subjecting me, to which was added his wild jerking, I wondered if my ass would explode. Then I distinctly felt his cock pulsate eight or nine times as his cum flowed into my hole. Afterwards he gradually withdrew his cock from my hole, only to fist me again, this time going in deeper, making my ass absorb his load. Several minutes later he completely withdrew, relaxed for awhile, only to start right up for the second round. After our second session concluded, I cleaned up and was in the act of leaving when a hot leather daddy hit me up from a hotel less than a quarter mile distant. So naturally I went to his room, lay on his bed face down, ass up, and took a hard pounding until he shot his load about eight inches deep in my hole. When I got home I used the three loads to lube up my cock while I jerked off, shooting two loads of my own.

Well that love affair did not last long.Vinnie probably got away easier than Jeremy will.

New to the site. Have to admit to being a #1 for years. Just recently had my first raw sex and have committed to becoming a 5-6.

thanks for the follow

Number 3 blood slam dude joined the POZ team as expected. !00% conversion rate so far. Have two more line up for the weekend if they have balls enough to show up. Maybe not as much fun as fucking...but looks like I can be a sure thing for those who are certain they want the bug. Anyone else wanting some very toxic ESSENCE OF EUNUCH?

Just got back from Cum Union in Atlanta. Took 17 loads and 20+ different cocks! My hole is wrecked and leaking cum.

Number 1: Don't apologize (I know, I know, British habit. It's fine, just dial it back a bit). Remember, self confidence. You're presenting a problem here. That's (in part) what this place is for. If we weren't interested in helping then we'd ignore your post. OK, as for what to say after "Hi." I've added a sample profile from BBRT (first one that popped up on the worldwide listings for me). Let's say this guy is doing everything right for us. How to proceed? First thing I check: does he have anything in his profile that disqualifies him right off the back? From my perspective, he's versatile, so we'll find something fun to do. He wants to host, and I'm fine with traveling. He's negative, but at least open to sex with poz guys, so he may be fine with me as I'm undetectable. My big concern is that "Ask Me" next to drug usage. Might just mean he smokes pot now and then, but maybe he's got a serious drug problem. Or maybe he just ignored the question when filling out his profile. So I'll ask about that if it comes to it. Next, how do his interests line up with mine? He's into Daddies, Tattoos, Truckers, Bears and Leather. I can pretty comfortably fit into most or all of those categories somehow, so it seems likely he might be into me. Also, we like a lot of the same activities (Anonymous Sex, gang Bangs, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Kissing, Rimming, WS, Group Sex, Fucking...all good things.) So on the basis of what he's told the world, I think I'd likely be into him, and there's a decent chance he'll be into me. Looks promising. So I'll shoot him a message, and open with something complimentary. Because BBRT is just for hookups, we can be pretty direct. No-one is expecting Romeo and Juliet here. Now this guy's profile is pretty generic (kind of a good example of what not to do actually), but he did mention his location and cock size. It can be a good idea to work in some of the details he mentioned in his ad, which tells him you actually read what he wrote and that you're not just sending the same old email out to every guy on the site. So maybe here's my first pitch: "Hey stud, your pics and profile are fucking hot. I'm about ten minutes away from Oak Lawn and would love to come over and get off with you." Plus unlocking the pics. So that's me being versatile...I just want to get in his pants and don't really care who fucks who. If I was looking specifically to top or bottom tonight, I'd probably mention that right up front. I won't go into much more detail than that; he can look at my profile after all. This email is pretty much just to establish that I'm interested and also that I've noticed that he prefers to host. From here's it's pretty simple. If he messages back expressing interest in you, then you move to asking about any potential problems or dealbreakers. Here's where I will ask him about his "Ask Me" next to drug usage. Because he says he's negative, I will also explicitly mention my HIV status to make sure that he's noticed it and still wants to bareback with me. I do this because in the US, there are laws in some states about people not disclosing their status to partners. So that covers my ass. Also, it's just the right thing to do. "Hey man, before I head out, I wanted to ask you about the "Ask Me" next to drug usage on your profile. Do you party? Also, just so you know, I'm HIV+ undetectable. Hope that's cool." Assuming his answers are acceptable, I'll then get his address and phone number, give him an ETA and off we go. Another possibility is that he responds and says he's not interested, in which case you just move on to the next guy. But the most likely possibility is that you just hear nothing. So this isn't necessarily a rejection. BBRT might be in a background window on his computer and he hasn't seen your message. Or maybe he just logged out and the system hasn't caught up yet. Or maybe he has another prospect on the line he's trying to land but if that falls through he'll take you. Or maybe it is a rejection and he's just too rude or lazy to respond. Or maybe he's just trying to figure out what he's going to say. BBRT will let you see if he's checked out your profile or read your message. If he's done either of those and not replied in the next 15-20 minutes, then you can assume that he's not going to get with you, at least not tonight (though generally if guys are interested but just unavailable, they will tell you). You don't want to turn into a stalker here. I think if you like, you could try messaging him one more time on another night in case he was just busy or forgot about your message or whatever, but if, after that, he's still ignoring you then he's probably just not into you. So because you seem to really need a clear, logical cheat sheet, here's a flow chart.

I never really thought about this til now but I used to have a hot black FB with a great cock that would always have the nastiest rap playing in his apartment when he fucked me. It was such a turn on the whole atmosphere.

After that time Mark and I got together alone it was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. Was it wrong? Maybe. Probably. Did we care? Not one fucking bit. I loved that big cock of his as much as I loved the way he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It would be a text saying, “are you home?” or “I only have a few minutes”. Sometimes he would want me naked ass up on the bed and he would come in and after eating my ass for a bit would force his big cock into me and roughly fuck his poz load into me. It seemed no place was safe if we were alone together for more than a few minutes. The thought of getting caught was a big turn on to us both but Mark also was quick to realize that I never said no to him. He wanted me naked ass up waiting. Done. He wanted his cock sucked until he couldn’t take it anymore. Done. He wanted to recreate his medical fetish of when he and his first HIV doctor fucked. Done. He wanted me in the backseat of his car or stretched across the hood. Done. He wanted his ass used, fucked, and loaded. Done. He got very creative with the things he wanted but recreating the HIV doctor was by far his favorite. He told me Danny knew about it and how much it turned him on but he couldn’t get him to role play it. I on the other hand was more than happy to. We would recreate the whole thing from the doctor telling him he was positive to the full head to toe exam and of course the need for a sperm sample. Watching his body react to my questions about his sexual history, and watching how his cock would get harder as I brushed my hands across his body to do the examination was very hot. This hot, confident man would turn shy and nervous as we worked this fantasy. It was a snapshot into his past and it was hot as hell. By the end the “doctor” had Mark’s cock down his throat and up his ass and was urging him to breed them both with his poz load. Mark and Danny are both vers, like me, but in their relationship Mark is mostly top. When Mark and I played alone he would really get into me fucking him. He loved having his ass played with. I would eat it, finger it, use toys on it, and fuck it over and over. When I asked how he became poz he told me that an old fuck bud invited him to a sex party and when they got there they partied up and they fucked their way around the party and he eventually sorta passed out. When I asked what “sorta passed out” meant Mark told me he was awake and knew what was going on but that he was in this zoned out place where everything just felt wonderful. He told me guy after guy fucked and loaded his hole that night. That they loved fucking the top guy. That the whole time he was getting fucked all he wanted was more. More cock. More cum. Not long after that he tested poz. Mark told me the longest he had been with just one guy was the years he and Danny had been together. When we all did the three-way he told me fucking someone else really brought them closer together. The one on one time we shared was hot because it was straight up cheating and we both knew it but neither of us was willing to stop. Mark and I traded more loads than I could count during that time. Anywhere and everywhere. One of the hottest was when he fucked me just before I left for work. Afterwards, every time I sat down I could feel how rough he had been with my ass. And, of course, Mark's poz load was swimming around my insides as, the entire shift, I sat across from his boyfriend.

Hey everyone. MAL 2017 was amazing! I breed over 30 guys. It was so hot! Up next for me is IML/Bear wknd in Chicago during memorial day wknd. Cant wait!

Two days later, after more dirty texts than I can remember, Mark was on his way over to my place. It was just going to be me and him. No Danny, in fact I don’t think he even told him what we were doing. I was worried how that would go especially since Danny and I work together but Mark had us kissing and sucking at work so I didn’t spend to much time worrying about it. And then he was here and we were kissing and kissing and kissing. We made it to the bedroom and out of our clothes and I pushed him down on the bed and got between his legs and kissed his biohazard tattoo and then licked his balls slowly as his fingers played with my hair. Then I was sucking his big, fat, cut cock his hand forcing me further down on each stroke. I had to make myself relax my throat and then the head of his cock slid in and my nose was at the base of his cock. He held me there for a minute and then let me suck for a bit before he pulled me up and pushed me back so he could suck me. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, then coming up to kiss me, telling me how right now, right here I was his. I just moaned and let him work his magic. He crawled up and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly putting some pressure on my cock. We locked eyes and he sat down on my cock. Spit and a small amount of lube helped but he was tight and my cock is thick and it was stretching his hole. He reached over and took a hit of poppers and gave me some and after a minute he started riding my cock his ass squeezing me and making my whole body tingle. He rode me for about 10 minutes alternating fast and slow strokes then pulled off of me and flipped me over and started to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks and buried his tongue into my hole. He would lick down my balls and suck my cock into his mouth as he fingered my hole working me open and getting me ready for his super sized cock. He fed me more poppers and then all at once in one long quick stroke he was buried all the way in me and he started fucking me right away. It fucking hurt and took my breath away but then it was amazing. He was taking what he needed. Using me as a hole for his poz cock, relentlessly pounding into me. Telling me how he was going to bred my neg ass with his poz load and then he would own me forever. How he knew he was going to poz me up, that we would be connected forever. Then he would slow down and pull all the way out and tease my hole with that big cock head of his only to slam back into me when I wasn’t expecting it. He was owning my ass and I was loving it. I don’t know how long he fucked me but part of me was begging him to stop and the other part—the more vocal part—was encouraging him to use me and breed my neg hole. That I knew he loved cheating on Danny and fucking giving me something that he had only been giving him for years. That got him pounding even hard and suddenly he buried himself balls deep and I could feel his cock throb as he unloaded into me and then he was slow fucking me, pushing his load deeper into me. My load that had been leaking out of my cock was all over the sheets and I reached down and got some and fed it to him. He pulled out and we kissed and after we caught our breath he told me that he really had not cheated in the time he and Danny had been together. That the 3ways we did had opened up Danny’s opinion on sex with others and that is why he had us fool around at work. That and it turned him on. I asked if he was going to tell him about today and he said he wasn’t sure but that he didn’t have to be home for several hours and he wanted to swap some more loads. We spent the next few hours talking about fantasies, what each others go to jack off scenario is etc. He told me he had a huge medical fetish and he loved fucking guys in scrubs. He told me his first HIV doctor had been an older guy who got very detailed in his past sexual history and did a very thorough assessment and that he had gotten a hard on but since he likes to show off he wasn’t worried about it. The doctor said he needed a sperm sample and was jacking Mark off when Mark realized the doctor was hard too and rubbed his hand against it. They ended up sucking each other that first time but eventually they fucked too. All this had both of us boned up again and we took turns fucking each other and telling more stories of things we had done and wanted to do. By the time Mark had to leave he had deposited 3 poz loads into me. I was so exhausted but my whole body was alive with the sensations of what we had just done. Cheated, taken poz loads and not just one but 3 over several hours. Was it wrong? Probably. Did we care right then? Nope, not at all. He texted me later saying he enjoyed it and he wanted to tell Danny but was nervous. I told him that sex is not the same as love. He loves Danny but I am just sex and sex is fun. He did end up telling Danny not that day but later and it all worked out. We still see each other mostly together, occasionally alone. Danny has really gotten into watching Mark and I together. He sits back stroking and telling us what he wants us to do, what he needs to see to get off. More stories for another time.

After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.

"Hang in there, baby" Jeffrey Lewinsky grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. A second cousin to Monica Lewinsky, a public figure that summer. He shared a paternal Lithuania Jew grandfather with her. His material grandfather was an atheist and a Scotsman who lived, after his wife died, with him, his brother and his parents. He loved his grandfather. The old man used to regale him with ribald stories of the old country, the lads and lasses, the haystacks and kilts flying in the wind. When his grandfather passed away Simon was eight, he was sadder than anyone in the family, and suddenly we wanted to entertain everyone with stories he made up. When people ignored his antics he became sad again. His parents were concerned and took him to a shrink, where he was diagnosed, after weeks of counselling, as a manic-depressive. Later in college reassigned to be bipolar. Meds helped. He studied drama at Carnegie-Melon and received his Bachelor of Arts there. Circus arts he excelled in. He was agile, worked out obsessively, was wicked with a whip. Advised by a New York agent that said he would take him on if only he would think about changing his name. Jeffrey Lewinsky would limit him to Jewish roles. He thought that was stupid, so sitting in a Duncan Doughnuts reading an article in the Times about John McCain, he decided to take on the new name. He adopted his grandfather's brogue, just a lilt of it, and practiced the new identity with ribald stories of the old county. Looking at Joey who was starting to come to, he realized this new name and identity was two years ago this month, the same time he'd been off his meds. Joey coughed, focused on him, blinked. He rubbed his neck with his free hand, rattled his other cuffed hand, rasped, "What the fuck?" Duncan shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I bet it was the best orgasm you ever had." "Uh-so what if it was? What the fuck, Duncan?" He rattle his handcuff again. "Key. Not funny. I'm getting dressed and out of here." Never one to apologize, Duncan insisted this is simply who he is. He was hard wired this way, and it's how he shows someone he liked them. "Hey! Jeffrey Dahmer, ever hear of flowers and a card? Jesus, asshole, you could have really killed me. And fucking unlock this. And what happened to your accent?" "That's for fun, just like breath play—pretty common really: erotic asphyxiation, asphyxiaphilia—just like a lot of other things I like. And I like you. A lot. And that could be a problem. Well, we could call all this off right now, no harm, only a little foul. Wave goodbye to a ton of money and a beautiful life together." "And you came in me. I remember. The rubber broke." Joey was beginning to get anxious. No, that was too simple. He didn't want to show it but aside from being nervous, cuffed to a metal headboard, he was crushed. Duncan had betrayed him. "Fuck, man, did you also put something in my drink?" "Well, technically, Mr. X put something in your drink, but yeah, I came in you. Twice. While you were out the second time. It's another one of my things. "You fucking fuck!" He put his hands to his head, trying to take this all in. He was naked in a ratty room with paint chips peeling off the ceiling, barebacked by a guy he really liked, choked to the point of passing out, and now the fuck was treating it like a joke? "I couldn't help myself—you were irresistibly fuckable, or fucking irresistible." Duncan laid his hand on his captive's belly. Joey slapped it away with a get-the-fuck-out look, but his body betrayed him. As they were talking Duncan saw before Joey did that Joey had an erection. Sitting on the bed, Duncan gave a small bowed. "And the court rests, Your Honor." "I'm done. This isn't a joke. My clothes. Key." Mr. X knocked, and barged through the door carrying a red leather case. "The anarchist is awake. Good. How is he?" "I'm afraid he's not too happy." "Maybe I have something to make him happy again." He unzipped the case displaying two capped riggs, ready and loaded. Joey sprung to his feet but found himself on a short leased. He yelled for help but was covered over by the deep bass beats and the noise from the Friday night crowd downstairs. Mr. X took the precaution of closing the window, while Duncan struggled with the teen to pin him down on the bed. Joey became a wild animal trapped by his arm. He swung and connected some blows to Duncan, but the man withstood them like he was taking the swats of a small, naughty kitten. With his body weight he felled the boy easily and held him to the bed. "Your going to lose this match, lad, and I don't want to hurt you—not until you want me to. And I do want to." He crushed the boy until all appendages, one by one, couldn't move. Mr. X was busy at the foot of the bed with rope securing first one leg, then the other. Joey's uncuffed arm was tightly secured to the bottom of the bed, crook of the arm up. Mr. X put a tourniquet around Joey's bicep, found a large protruding vein, wiped it with a swab, sat on his hand, and stuck him with the needle. It registered, and he plunged this liquid swiftly into the struggle boy. Duncan eased up on him but still knelt over his torso. Mr. X release the boy's bicep and arm, and Duncan raised the arm in the air. Joey coughed and then lobbed his head side to side. "Oh shit," was all he said. Duncan offered up his own arm to Mr. X. No trouble find a vein there. He picked a juicy one, registered and slammed Duncan. "Come down when your ready. Your things are in my room. Don't dress the boy," Mr. X said gathering his things. Duncan was finding it difficult to talk. He got out one question. "Cat?" "It's hanging on the door. Try not to be too long." As he exited, he said, "We've got good house." Duncan felt Joey's erection rubbing his hole. He slathered lube on the boy's pole and applied some lube on his hole. "Here's a first, boy-o," and punctured his hole with Joey's rod. Joey let out an enraptured sigh. Almost simultaneously, so did Duncan. He rode the boy for a good, long time, while he and Joey exchanged cries of contentment feeling the height of the rush going through them. It looked like this wasn't the kid's first time with meth. He rocked and slid the boy's long member in and out and side to side. Anything he did, both he and Joey extracted delight. He tweaked the boy's small tits, and with eyes closed Joey did the same to Duncan. The boy reached down and jerked Duncan's cock. Duncan poured lube on it and Joey took up a rhythm similar to him fucking Duncan. "I'm going to cum," Joey gasped. "Wait," said Duncan slowing down the motion. He didn't stop, it felt too good, but he wanted the boy heightened not spent. "I could love you," Duncan admitted, hypnotized by the boy's young spear deep inside him. "I want to love you and have you love me." He took Joey's cock to it's head and slowly descended down on it, making it last as long as he could. Joey groaned yes. "Then let me hurt you. I'll hurt you so good, that's all you'll ever want anymore." Joey groaned yes again. "Like this torture, we'll never be closer. You'll be loved and I'll be loved. We'll be loved. You'll see." He let Joey slip out of him. Joey sighed like he was about to cry. He bent over the lad and lay his body on top of his and kissed his face; kissed his eye; kissed a cheek; kissed an earlobe. He whispered he wanted him to understand the allure of pain like he did, the sweet surrender to it. He would be there and never let him go. Duncan uncuffed him, rolled Joey over face down on the bed, his head in the pillow. He took his member and pushed it into the boy's waiting butt. "Remember I love you. Say it to yourself like you would say it to me." Duncan saw Joey mouthing the words." He rolled off Josey, got up and took the cat off the doorknob. He brushed it gently over Joey's back. He pick up the instrument and let the ends fall over the young man's slender torso. He picked it up once more, and this time flung it with a small amount of force. Joey hissed and Duncan brought the cat back to run up and down his spine again. Duncan slowly got the boy used the sensation, sometimes roughly, other times gently. Joey's hisses and murmur became interchangeable. With the increasing harder lashes, Joey started thanking Duncan into his pillow. This Duncan permitted to lash him more often. A Thank You Sir also increased the number of harsher lashes with less and less gentler ones. Soon all Duncan gave Joey were severe, though not yet violent, strikes. The boy bravely faced Duncan whip until Duncan felt Joey was ready. He didn't want him rehearsed, merely slightly prepared. He praised Joey, kissed his face, told him how beautiful he was. Only he knew how rare and precious Joey was. Joey was his, if only he'd agree. Duncan rose him off the bed. He hugged Joey tenderly, stroking his hair, kissed him deeply, lightly stroking his back. The latter was painful for Joey but he endured, kissing Duncan at those times the most deeply. They staggered to Mr. X's room where Duncan found a pair of chaps and a studded codpiece. He found two executioner's masks and put one on. The other was for Joey once in the dungeon. They made their way down to the bar. Through the bar the naked boy elicited hoops and cheers. Not just a few hands ran over his naked figure. As in a dream Joey smiled all around at the adoring crowd groped and fondled him as Duncan led him through the mass of bodies. He warmed to the men's adulation, their clutching hands, their praise. Next to the bathroom was a guarded door. A man the size of Duncan let them through to the staircase that led below. Duncan guided Joey's shoulders down to the dungeon. The stairs had a landing that splintered off in several directions. By going straight and down a few more steps, they ended in a spacious room with a single spotlight in the middle and a hook. Off to the sides was a rack of buttplugs like a rack of weights increasing in size. Across the room was another similar rack of dildoes also of increasing size. A fuckbench and a sling were also waiting in the shadows. There were men in the dark corners that Joey was aware of but didn't pay heed. Duncan had him. It was all he cared about. He kissed Duncan's shoulder. Duncan stopped in the light and flexed his bicep, then lifted his pit for Joey. Joey worshiped it, taking his time exploring the curls and swirls of Duncan hair, his tendons and sucking on his sweat. Mr. X came out of the shadow, camera in hand. Again, Joey paid no attention, his entire focus was on Duncan. Duncan pushed the boy's head down. Joey mouthed over his bare chest, nursed his nipples, then was pushed lower to Duncan's studded crotch. Joey brushed his cheek against it and lowered himself to the floor. There, he licked his Master's foot. Holding the boy's head, the Master raised this foot. The boy held it and worshiped it as if it were a sacred object. He sucked the toes, licked the dirty bottoms of the heal and arch. Lowered one foot and repeated the worship of the other. Duncan unsnapped his codpiece and his soft meat flopped out. Joey inhaled it, swallowed it to the hilt and gradually grew it with the slime of his mouth until it was fully grown. He licked his Master's balls, cupping them and bathing them with his tongue. He lowered and tilted his head so he disappeared between his Master's legs to attend to his holy ass. Mr. X swung the camera behind and illuminated the puckered hole the boy was attending with his mouth, the entrance of the deity by his tongue. Finally his Master raised him up. It was time. Joey was covered with a mask. It covered his scalp, eyes and cheeks, leaving only the nose and mouth exposed. Mr. X held up a rubber bit to place in the boy's mouth. The Master put it in his mouth and latched the back. The Master took his time with elaborate knots, first binding the boy's arms in front of him, then looping additional ropes to hoist him to the ceiling. The boy's feel dangled several inches about the floor. Now the boy's height matched his Master's. He spoke directly, quietly in his boy's ear. He stroked his body until the boy had a firm erection. Like a magician's assistant, Mr. X brought instruments out of the shadows. First a riding crop and a cap of amyl. Duncan broke the cap under the boy's noise and then inhaled it himself. He took the crop and rapidly slapped the boy's buttocks and back. He spun him around and repeated the same intense slapping to his chest and groin. When he stopped the boy shouted, clearly, even through the bit, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan once again, harder this time, slapped Joey, intent on making him cringe from the crop. Joey didn't break, took every blow. When Duncan stopped, Joey once again shouted, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan raised Joey's hard member exposing his hanging balls. Duncan took the crop and whipped the balls with a hard slap. This made Joey buckle under. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" still came out of his mouth. Duncan then held a firm grip of Joey's slender dick, making the head hard, and started giving the head small repetitive slaps back and forth, increasing in intensity, until once again Joey broke in half to escape the pain. Yet again he shouted, once composed, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Mr. X brought out a large whip with multiple strands ending in small knots. Much larger than the cat upstairs, there was nothing gentle it could produce. Duncan brought it up to the boy's chest and let him feel it against his skin. Duncan brought his mouth to the boy and kissed him tenderly. Tilted back Joey's face, mouth agape, and spat in it. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" was Joey's reply. The boy had lost his hardon but a few flicks of the whip's tails brought it back alive. Mr. X bought over two caps of amyl. Duncan snapped one under Joey's nose letting him breath deep for a long time, then broke his and breathed in the chemical. He stepped back and brought the whip down hard against the ground. He then raised it and let one lashing after another lose on Joey. First from the right, then from the left, repeating back and forth without a break. Finally, Joey cried out in agony. Still Duncan didn't stop as the boy yelled but did not ask for mercy. He spun the boy again to expose his chest and genitals. He did not hit him with as great of an intensity but kept the lashings going far longer after the boy initially broke. The lad was in tears when Duncan stopped. "Sir," the boy cried, trying to catch his breath, "Thank you, Sir!" he spat out, a long trail of saliva running to the ground. Both he and Joey were glazed in sweat. The camera examined Duncan unblinking while the whipped meat spun in the background. Then the camera focused on the body. Red gashes, red welts, spun around in a dreadful carousel. Duncan stopped the spinning and held the boy who's head dropped onto Duncan's chest. He felt Joey's hushed sobs. He comforted him, giving him words of compassion, telling him it was almost over, they'd soon be done. That he loved him for this. That he proved he belonged to Duncan's. The crying stopped and Mr. X brought the Master a long Australian single tale whip, a gift from one of the richest men in the world, and three amyl caps. Duncan broke the first cap under Joey's nose letting him have as much time as he needed. He then broke the other one under his nose, absorbing it for a while then rejecting it to the floor. He broke the last cap under Joey's nose whispering in his ear. He again threw the cap on the floor and took steps far back from his object. He cracked the whip several times overhead. In the corners, the men murmured in dread and excitement. The Master saw the object tremble which aroused a full erection. A vein pulsed on Duncan's temple. He cracked the whip again and sliced it through the silent air striking his target. Joey let out a piercing howl of agony. His body swaying the from the impact from the lash. A thin stripe of blood flowed off his back. "No! Please, Sir, no!" he cried. Sweat ran into Duncan eyes. He wiped it out, cracked the whip twice more in the air and tore the whip back in the other direction, ripping another stripe of flesh off the boy. It left a bloody X on the boy's back. Joey screamed in anguish, beg him to stop. "More?" shouted Duncan to the dark figures in the corners. "More! More!" they shouted back. Duncan doled out one, two, three, four lashes in a row. Five, six, a seventh. Joey shrieked in torment. "More!" demanded the invisible wraiths. Duncan heaved his chest, threw his arms open, and flailed the whip twice more with a thunderous crack that silenced the house. The spinning object swung silent from side to side. Duncan walked up to it, saw the stripes of blood running down the back he destroyed, felt it trembling without a word. He untied the rope from the ceiling, lower its feet to the ground but did not release it. He kicked its legs apart and began fucking it as it trembled in his arm. Its weeping made him harder. He made obscene motions of domination, bent it over, smacked its ass several times with the grip of the whip, spanked it as if it was a horse he was riding. He called for the bench. He fucked dispassionately as he undid his final knots. The fuckbench was brought to him. He bent the boy, positioned his arm and legs in place, then locked him there. He reinserted himself, and madly pounded to fuckhole, tearing off Joey's mask and grabbing a fistful of hair to propel himself into the boy's exposed ass, grimacing with every thrust. The boy was silent, in shock, head bent when released, broken. Mr. X was examining the wreckage, Joey's bloody back, the bruises on his arms and legs, his face immobile, streaked with tears. His eyes vacant. Duncan possessed erupted in orgasm, letting some of his cum fly over Joey's back, the rest depositing inside. A final indignantly. He pissed over the boy, rounded over to his face, opened his slack mouth, let a stream fill up there, pissed in a nostril, causing an unconscious quivering and peeing on the floor. Duncan then went back to the broken boy's ass and filled him with his waste till he was done. Mr. .X offered him a large buttplug and Duncan sealed his boy. The men in the darkness applauded wildly. The darkened room rose dimly as the carnival barker, Mr. X shouted, "Step right up, pony rides, ten bucks apiece. Feel the most tenderized piece of prime New York beef this side of Coney Island." The men felt up the wreckage and then waited their turn. Mr. X brought in three hundred cash off Joey's spent carcass over the course of the night. He also had the raw footage for a decent video that he would put into circulation once the performers were paid off. Joey didn't remember anything past the fourth single-tail whip. The pain, however, never left him; it was there, in the darkness with him, sealed in his unconscious, each inflicted gash was relived repeatedly once he passed out, etched itself into him like a tattoo on his brain, permanently branding for what he now was. The scars of the anonymous men who fucked him, he would never recall them either, though one left their imprint on him, too. With the haunting memory of that darkness engulfing him, he awoke in Duncan's apartment. Bright, sunny, the fragrant wisp of the sea fluttered the bedroom curtains. An unseen bee buzzed around a vase of purple lilacs on the nightstand next to him; a card with a kitten hanging from the end of a rope, "Hang in there, baby" it read, propped open in front of him—his flowers and a card. Tears welled in his eyes. Weighed under the vase, a large stack of hundreds ruffled in the breeze. Duncan lay behind him gently rubbing salve into his wounds. His touch was torture and yet soothing. Duncan kissed his ear. ***

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