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7. The Eel (Epilogue) You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave. —Hotel California, Eagles, 1976 It lays there on the bed solidifying its epidermis, from pink flesh to grey skin. It will ossify in a matter of minutes if it's not coated with mucous or put into water. All the guests have dispersed. The clock ticks in the empty house. Its ends have sealed, eyes and small dorsal fins developed, but it's gasping. Elijah picks it up. It's larger than the previous one. Maybe over five feet in length. Surely it will beckon a more pure soul. One not so small and bitter as what was once called Tucker Broderick. Elijah carries it up to the aquarium and let's it slide in. The doorbell chimes. It will take him ages for him to descend the two staircases to answer. The front door creaks open and Sergei is staring at the ancient owner leaning against his cane. He's always a little creeped out by the man the few times he's met him. His snow white beard and long grey hair is incongruent with the short-sleeved leather shirt and pants he wears. He's like a relic from vintage porn websites he's visited: he's a study in black and white. Ashen skin, black eyes that are surprising alive. "Yes, Sergei?" the man inquires. "I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I received a call from the parents of my worker. He never comes home Friday and they worry. I see his truck here and wonder if you have seen him. Long brown hair, very tan, blue eyes?" The man blinks at Sergei several times before speaking. "Yes. No, a backpack. Yes. There was a strange backpack in the bathroom. Please, come in." Sergei thinks better of it. The man is large, solid, but old, hunched, and he's concerned with Tucker's whereabouts. "I get so few visitors. Would you share a tipple of wine with me?" They have made it to the dining room level, where a half-filled bottle of white wine sits, surrounded by several liqueur glasses. "I can't, sir. My family is waiting Sunday dinner." "Pity. Let me get the backpack." Since they've gotten to the dining room, the old man seems a little sprier, leaving his cane leaning on a chair. He disappears into the dark of the bedroom. Sergei fidgets close to the staircase. Looks at the curious bull paintings, the large Chinese lanterns in a side room, the play of dust through light streaming from the great room a level above. He wonders about the bulls. Is it accidental that their penises are so pronounced? Sergei is a little embarrassed even thinking about it. The man returns holding Tucker's backpack. His beard is different as is his hair. Streaks of grey run through it that Sergei was certain weren't there before. Maybe it's the light. "Would this belong to the young man you're looking for? I did not look inside." He accepts it and rifles through the contents. A black hair band, black silk shorts, a pair of jeans and a rebel flag tee shirt he's seen Tucker wear. He smells Tucker's sweat and tanning lotion on the shirt. Keys, wallet, driver ID of Tucker with his usual wary smile. "And you haven't seen him?" "No, Sergei. I believe I would have noticed a stray workman wandering through my house," chuckles the man. "He's a young man you say? Maybe he has found a desperate housewife in the neighborhood." If the client is kidding he's not too far off from how Sergei fantasizes about Tucker in his spare time. "Are you near to finishing the roof?" The man pulls out a chair for Sergei. "Please," he indicates the chair. Sergei raises a hand to decline. "We finished. Tomorrow my brother and I clean up." "Then I must pay you." He exits to the room with the red Chinese lanterns, rumples through a desk drawer. Sergei notices the staircase next to the bedroom. He doesn't remember it from when he and Tucker were searching for a bathroom a few weeks ago. The man is suddenly next to him, laying a surprisingly solid hand on his shoulder. His other hand holds a check. The man's beard definitely has streaks of greyish-black where it didn't before. "For you and your workers, with a little extra for you. We must toast to a job well done." The man is about to pour the wine into liqueur glasses. "No, sir. I'm afraid I am not a wine drinker." "Ah. Vodka, yes? You must. One toast. I have delicious Kalashnikov upstairs." Sergei is impressed. He's not had it since he left Kiev. "I must get home soon, though. To my family." "You mean your brother's family." The correction stings Sergei. It also makes him suspicious how his client would know that. He has never spent much time with him, nor does he wish to. "Humor an old man. One toast to a lovely afternoon. It will make the day less solitary for me." Sergei considers again while he holds the check. He feels compelled and acquiesces, and they mount the stairs to the great room. There's two decanters on the silver tray on the coffee table. From the clear decanter the man pours out a good amount in the crystal glasses. "Nostrovia!" "To your health," Sergei says, downing the whole amount at once. It doesn't sit right at all with him. He coughs loudly. When he turns to the man, he's shocked by the transformation. He appears no more than forty, dark beard, not hunched at all but upright and strong. Muscles bulge under his short-sleeved shirt. Sergei suddenly feels a little woozy. The man pushes him back. "Sit, Sergei. Sit." Sergei isn't sitting so much as trying to get his bearings and not fall over. He's sails back onto the sofa. His eyes blur. As quickly as he can he puts his wire-frame glasses over his ears to try to focus. Then, the strangest thing, he feels he's getting an erection for no discernible reason. Looking out the window at a view he sees it cuts down straight to the ocean. It's even more stunning than the roof. He's comfortable, feeling increasingly euphoric. Bells go off. This isn't any high from vodka. He doubts it was vodka. He can't seem to move, yet his dick keeps rising. Blue ocean, his mind drifts, blue like Tucker's eyes. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Sergei." Elijah bends over. Unlaces, then takes off one of Sergei's shoes. "Tucker is going to love having a visitor so soon." He unlaces and takes off the other shoe. "Especially one with such a good and gentle soul. I can tell these things, Sergei. I was with the church for a terribly long time. A terribly long time to be held in such servitude. Let's unbind that demon so it can breath." Elijah unbuckles Sergei's jeans and let's his large and growing penis bounce out of his fly. Elijah starts stroking it. Sergei flinches, the last movement he'll make of his own volition. "Oh, you're a virgin. I had no idea, child." His dick is leaking precum like a faucet. Elijah, a relic from ages ago, out of the pages of The Inquisition, slows his stroke to a barely discernible crawl. "No. You're right, boy. We should just sit here quiet for a while and take in the view. Tucker's not going anywhere. And neither are you."

Chapter Three Standing in the hall my cock throbbed for attention. As fucking hot as my split roast was I didn’t cum, yet I didn’t want to cum since it could signal the end of my quest to be initiated into The Order. “Seed, once the divine essence of life, power of procreation energy, now is the servant of disease, prophet of death. Once embraced, now it is rejected. Suppression of seed is an act of rebellion from our most ancient natural desires.” the Priest said. “We must allow the force, wether life giving or taking to be consumed within. Within the last test you allowed a segment of seed to be introduced into your essence, we will now implant more seed into you, verifying your body’s ability to be a vessel for copious portions of seed.” Without further discussion, we exited the hall into one of the rooms. Inside was an exam table with stirrups, a very well used table. In the corner of the room was a rim seat positioned over what looked like an ancient vessel which had the symbol from the invitation and two male gender symbols - instead of one being over laid slightly over the other as to show a couple, they were positioned with the arrow portion of one sliding through the circle of another - as in a representation of fucking. My interest was growing more and more as I thought about it. The Priest motion silently for me to climb upon the table, which I did without hesitation. I needed no instructions to place my feet in the stirrups. Once in position, the Priest tied my ankles to the cold metal of the stirrups. He silently moved from the foot of the table to my head, where he presented me with a black mask. This one covered my eyes and nose, with only air holes available for me to breath. Placing the mask over my head, he began speaking. I could not under stand, the language was foreign to me. Gently raising my head, he tied the straps of the mask behind my head - purging me into a dark world. My ears started to pick up sounds coming from the door area of the room. I thought I heard someone come in, the clanking of metal, and the swishing of liquids, but my imagination could be getting the best of me. A strange sensation came over my lips, something was rubbing on them. It was hard, yet had a softness to it, rounded in shape. Immediately I thought it was another cock for me to suck, so without question I opened and the object slipped in. It was pushed in until it moved no further and held in place with a hand across my mouth as I felt another pair of hands tie it tightly behind my neck. I had just been gagged. “calm your inner self, submit, and derive in the pleasure” Breathing slow deep breathes I calmed myself. Although my anticipation was through the roof, trust of the Priest had overcome any fear I had experienced. My inner thighs were being stroked as I breathed, helping me to relax as well. This touch had my cock leaking on my stomach, forming a puddle in my belly button. The hands lowered, rubbing across my exposed ass, to my crack. Fingers began to explore my hole, slowly sliding around the edge, circling until they were in the center gently pushing. My hole easily gave way in my relaxed state and having been fucked and seeded not thirty minute earlier by a homeless man. The fingers pushed in and out going further and further in, opening my wet hole even more. The pleasure was intense, as my hole opened more and more. Quickly, the fingers left my hole and something else was pushed in, hard and deep. My hole felt as though it was being ripped open it was so big. I wanted to scream in pain, but nothing came out. My mind raced with objects that could have been forced deep into my hole. Yet nothing matched the amount of pain I was experiencing. My relaxed state was gone, I was tense, my abs contracted as I tried to push out what ever was shoved into my hole. I felt the hands stroking my inner thighs again. “Calm your inner self” the Priest said “Pain is a gateway to great pleasure” I focused on my breathing again as the pain started to subside. My hole was adjusting to the object in my hole, relaxing and tightening around the object. I remember feeling this way the first time I had a cock slip inside my hole, it felt as if I was being torn apart, then subsided into the most erotic pleasure I had ever experience. Drawing on the memory I relaxed more. As I laid there, I felt a great amount of pressure coming from inside me. I felt I was being filled. My hole was warming up, expanding and creating great pressure. I clinched my fists beside me as I felt as I was going to explode. The pressure was coming more and more as I felt my inside expand more and more. “Excellent. Concentrate your mind on your fuck hole, squeeze as we remove the chalice. Seed is life, death, and the energy in between. Keep that energy within.” I concentrated on my hole, tuning out every sound around me, even the Priest voice as I felt “the chalice” being tugged on. I squeezed my ass muscles as I felt my hole pulling outwards. Every inch being pulled out felt like a mile, until my hole popped around the top, freeing “the chalice” from me. My hole still gapped, yet I squeezed. I could feel liquid running out, not much but some. I continued to squeeze, until I felt my hole close completely. “Absorb the life within the seed, embrace it’s energy, celebrate its death. Many man have held this seed before and many more will hold it after you. A genesis and legacy of Priest who celebrated in disease, then taken in death. Resist explosion for a minimum of an hour” Time moved slowly in my head as I counted, but after about fifteen minutes I lost count. The pressure inside of me grew, small cramps plagued my muscles as I fought the urge to expel. I once again calmed myself with breathing, squeezing my hole and wondering how the Priest that contributed to this mixture died. With my mind off the pressure, it seemed to ease, yet my mind continued to be invaded by thoughts of HIV and more. Exotic diseases conjured in my mind, how they effected the body causing death. “45 minutes” the Priest said. Concentration lost, pressure turned to pain. I needed to expel the mixture inside. I felt the bindings on my legs come off. I felt the gag in my mouth being removed at the same time. There were still two men in this room with me, a Priest and an unknown. I felt the bindings of the mask being untied and darkness became light. I squinted as I adjusted to the light. I could see a figure between my legs, he was grinning evilly. “You may rise, yet the time to expel has not arrive” With the help of the man at the foot of the exam table, I lowered my legs, squeezing my ass tighter and tighter. A small mount of stiffness had set in my legs, but I slowly moved them to ease that. The man that helped me was completely naked. His body was nothing but skin and bones. I could count each rib within his chest. My eyes went lower, no fat on his stomach. His body completely smooth. His cock obscenely pointed out from his body. It was at least eight inches, dripping and so inviting. I watched his finger make contact with his cock head, start circling and collecting pre-cum. His coated finger reached out, pointing at my mouth. Fuck me, I wanted it. I turned towards the Priest, silently asking for permission. He quietly nodded. I engulfed the finger, tasting, savoring the pre-cum. I sucked on his finger as if I was sucking on a hard cock. The Priest moved behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me to my knees. I was now eye level with the man’s cock. “Receive pleasure as you experience pain” the Priest stated “Expulsion will happen when my assistant is gratified.” I didn’t need any more instructions. I engulfed my mouth over the cock and encircled the shaft with my lips. Spit flowed into my mouth, wetting everything inside and continuing to wet as I took the cock deeper. I didn’t stop until his smooth balls were pushing against my chin. Without warning, the man grabbed my head and started to pull his cock out, until the ridge of his head was pulling my lips outward, than rammed it balls deep again, causing me to choke. There was no time to adjust or breath as he pulled out and rammed in again. This attack didn’t stop, it continued until I had spit flying every where, running down my chin, his balls and tears flowing from my eyes. The need to expel was growing and I was losing concentration on holding. The attack on my mouth and throat slowed a little, which allowed me to refocus on my hole. With all my concentration on my hole, my throat relaxed and I got into a rhythm of when to breath and when not to. His face fucking was rougher than anything I had experienced. Yet I was enjoying it, my mouth was full of a mixture of his pre-cum and my spit. My lips were slick with this mixture adding to his pleasure and the ease of the fucking. The sounds of this fucking filled the room. My cock was bobbing up and down, leaking yet I did not touch it. His moans turned into a growl as he rammed his cock all the way in and shot his load. Like the homeless man, I didn’t taste a drop as it hit my throat and ran down. I was again disappointed, I wanted to taste these loads. He pulled his cock from my mouth and left the room. “It is time” I got up from my knees and squatted over the rim seat and vessel. I pushed with very little pressure and the mixture of Priest seed exploded out. Relief was instant, yet I felt empty. I pushed more and expelled more seed. I pushed one more time and lost a little more. “Enough. Seed is required for the final test of this phase of your invitation.” We left the room, with the mixture of cum running down my legs leaving a trail of cum as we made our way through another door and making a left turn.

I live only a few blocks from one of the saddest, seediest gay bars in the city. It's only four blocks away so I usually walked there with no worries about how plastered I'd get. It was called "Silver's" for whatever reason and the patrons were a mixture of older gentlemen, drug dealers & users, and hustlers. I myself had been mistaken for a hustler because I always arrived by myself, played pinball for hours and never talked to anyone. It didn't help that I dressed like a bum and looked very boyish. Once the regulars knew I always came and left alone, no one ever bothered me again. I don't mean to, but I give off some very anti-soical vibes. If I'd get bored with pinball, I'd usually sit at a table clode to the pool table and watch the game while polishing off bottle after bottle of cheap beer. I would rarely strike up a conversation with anyone because I suck at small talk, flirting and stuff like that. I mostly listened to the men talking. I'm a freelance writer and find all people interesting. The old guys always had great stories, and if I wasn't so shy, I would have sat down on an empty stool next to one of them and asked questions. The dealers were all business and didn't chat with each other. The hustler and users were mostly interghangeable or else they were both. They had great conversations about pure deprivation. I'd watch them go and out to the parking lot multiple times an hour but didn't know if they were using or blowing somebody. Or both. For whatever reason, some silly. little guy decided to befriend me. His name was "Tweety", and he was a tiny, skinny, pesky little fairy who never shut up. He'd chatter on and on like canary while I tried to just ignore him. Eventually, I gave up and would talk with him. It was through my new friendTweety, that I started to meet some of the gang st Silver's and learn their names. We'd bum smokes from each other and buy rounds for the crew of low-lifes that I guess I was now a part of. No big deal. I was a bit more educated and way less experienced than they were, but we were all basically the same. Ome night, the pinball machine was dark and out of order so I just walked up to where Tweety was sitting and we started talking. The regulars filtered in and I couldn't help but notice that three or four of them had oversized bandages on their arms and hands. I assumed it was a drug thing and didn't ask questions. They all seemed flush with cash and bought round after round of shots. I loosened up quite a bit and finally their injuries. They looked at each other with small,secretive smiles but wouldn't answer me directly. It had to be a drug thing. Then Tweety pulled me aside and told me they let this one guy cut them for money. What the fuck? He thought I knew because I had so many cutting scars on my inner arm. He assumed I was in on the whole thing. I stood there, looking blankly at him. My scars were from a depressed period I'd gone through a decade or more earlier. Cutting my arms made me feel better for some bizarre reason. Once he was convinced of my cluelessness, he explained that there was a rich artist living downtown who hired boys to let him cut them a little snd then use the blood in his "work". "has he ever cut you?", I asked. "Only once. My body is too precious and beautiful to be ruined with a damn razor blade," he answered with a dramatic fluttering of his eyelashes. "What's his name?" I wanted to know because it sounded like the kind of twisted story I was always trying to write. "Carlos. I can't remember his last name, but I know it's hard to pronounce. Why? Do you want to make some money?" No No No. "I just want to interview him". "Well, I'll give you his number. I only keep it because he always has good speed". Tweety copied it down on the inside of matchbook for me. I was pretty blasted from all the shots so I headed home. "Be careful", Tweet called out as I weaved toward the door. I think I heard the whole group laugh at me. I stumbled home, fell asleep with my clothes on and dreamed of hospitals. I woke up groggy and slowly started to remember the previous night and the bizarre story of this "Carlos" guy. I stumbled nakedly to where I'd tossed my jeans and found the matchbook. I knew if I had a morning cigarette and a cup of coffee, I'd scare myself out of calling. So I just did it right away. "Hello? Carlos here," an exhausted voice answered, I guess he was a late sleeper too. "I'm sorry to wake you, Sir. My name is Tim and someone named 'Tweety' gave me your number". "Oh". he chuckled smokily, "Him. You need stuff?". "No. He told me about your ... art, and I am very curious to see it and talk with you." "Are you with a newspaper or tv?' "Neither. I just find it interesting and wanted to know more". (silence) "Hello?" "I'm still here.", he finally said, "Write down my address and stop by anytime after 8 o'clock tonight". Tonight? I wasn't expecting to meet this weirdo so soon. It was more my style to put off things until I forgot about them. I wrote the address and wondered if I'd actually go through with it. The day slogged on and on for an eternity before the sun even thought about going down. Around six-thirty, I showered, shaved and got dressed. I wore my new black Levis, my new white sneakers and one of my nicest shirts. Why in the world was I dressing like I was going on a date? I was going to meet some drug dealer "artist" who bled street sluts. Even as I struggled to understand my motives, I sparayed some cologne on. At 7:40 I just couldn't wait any more. Parking downtown is sometimes difficult so I figured just finding a space would eat up some time. I took off and found the place almost right away. What's amazing is that I didn't talk myself out of it. I looked up at the building. These were nice lofts that not many people could afford. I buzzed him at the doorway and waiting for an agonizing two minutes before he answered. and let me in. The interior was very elegant but also ghostly. I rode the elevator to the sixth floor. As I got out, two young guys entered. They both had bandaged arms and were whispering excitedly to each other. They didn't even notice me. I walked to his door and knocked. "It's open." a voice answered. "Come on in". Huh? What kind of rich drug dealer leaves his door unlocked? I walked in. The place was as big as a bus station with really high ceilings. It smelled strongly of paint thinner and there was giant sheets pf clear plastic on the hardwwood floor. Paint cans, canvasses, brushes and other assorted art crap were everywhere. What struck me first was that I assumed artists used oil paints in tubes, but these were cans of hardware store-type stuff that you'd paint your garage with. The second thing I noticed was how ugly the colors were...assorted shades of browns, greys and sickly yellows. It was like Easter in Hell. And it was all lit up brightly. Then I saw him in a far corner. It had to him. He was tall and exotic looking. He was not wearing anytthing but some way-short cutoff jean shorts. He was skinny. bearded. hairy and haad tiny spots of paint all over him. I didn't get a good look at his face because he was kneeling down next to some kid who appeared to be sobbing. He was speaking in a low, comforting tone. The young dude finally collected himself and sniffed all his way to the door with his shoelaces undone. He didn't see me but I noticed his arm left arm was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Busy night I guess. He padded barefoot all the way to me with a walk that made me think of a stage magician. Dramatic. He stood about a foot away and sized me up. "Hi. Are you Carlos? I'm Tim". I reached out to shake his hand and his expression changed. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "Um. No. I haven't." He quickly grabbed my arm in his big, bony hands and exposed the underside of my right wrist. "So where'd you get these?" He was referring to all my old scars from yesteryear. "Oh. Those...those are pretty old." He tilted his head a bit and I described who I was and reminded him that I'd called him this morning. "Ah yes", he said with a smile, "Come have a seat. But take your shoes and socks off first. If you're barefoot, you can feel when you walk in paint. With shoes on, you could track paint everywhere and not know it". Made sense. I did as instructed and followed through his cavernous front room to a couple of really nice easy chairs. "Watch where you step...and don't trip." I sat down but he remained standing. "I'm sure I have paint on my shorts so I can't sit down." he said. He looked at me for a bit and then added "Oh Hell with it. I've had a long day and my legs ache". He stepped out of his jean shorts distractedly and settled into the other chair with an audible sigh of comfort. He was completely naked. And maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like him it took him a second too long to strip because I got a good long look at his hairy ass and oversized dick. Shit. I needed to collect myself. "Tell me about your artwork", i said quickly. "Walk over to that wall", he said while gesturing towards the space near where'd I walked in. There was a row of fresh, glistening canvasses. And they were fucking ugly. Hoe was this guy rich? I looked closer at the first one and still found it hideous, but also intriguing somehow. I looked closer and suddenly he was directly in my ear. "What's the verdict, Mr. Curious?" I couldn't really answer. I also couldn't turn around because he was naked. I'm so glad I hadn't drank anything because I felt the need to be in control now. "Tell me about your process", I finally said. "why don't I show you my process". Oh. Okay. He was still naked as I followed him over to another corner. He was still naked and I walked on paint. Control. I needed to maintain some. There was a wooden stool in between a blank canvass on an easel and a small refridgerator. "Please sit." He rummaged in the fridge for a few seconds and then closed the door without taking anything out. "I'll be right back, Mr. Curious. Stay put." I of course watched his bony naked frame walk all the way across the room before disappearing through a dark doorway. He came back with a lighter and a glass pipe in his hand. I knew enough about stuff to know this was meth or crack or speed. "Hope you don't mind. I need to wake up." I watched, fascinated. "I'm out of special paint somehow." He lamented. With an arched eyebrow he asked me if I'd like to volunteer a tiny amount of blood. Hell NO. I had to get out of there. He shrugged. "I promise you're safe here. You won't be harmed." Well. "I'll give you five hundred bucks". Well! I sat silently as he picked up a little orangle box and opened it and produced a new, factory-sealed razor blade. He deliberately unsheathed in front of me and let me see it was completely new and flawless. "You can make the cut yourself. I usually like to do it, but we both already know you're experienced." Quick as a flash, his arm came around and he injected a syringe into my rib cage. Fucking what??? "Don't worry. It was just a litttle something to keep the cut from clotting too fast. And slso some....caffeine to give you energy". This was the point we all reach sometimes, and just let things happen without caring anymore. I could feel the caffeine working its way to my heart. Suddenly this all seemed okay. "How big? How deep?", I asked in a calm voice. "Very small. And just deep enough to get a good bleed going." I finally looked him in the face and noticed how handsome he was and how black his hair was. 'Dark Jesus' is what I heard in my head. He handed me the new razor very delicately and i pinched it between my two fingers. It was all so familiar. In my mind, I was back in the bathroom of my parents' house, sitting on the edge of the tub. I studied the underside o0f my arm and saw that same blue vein I'd hacked at as a kid. Too quickly and carelessly, I made a cut right on top of Old Blue. It was larger and deeper than I'd intended. I was gushing. "Strip!", he commanded, "You'll ruin your clothes". And I did just that. I stood up and let the wide rivulet of bright red blood flow out of me. It felt good. It felt like old times. The caffeine he'd given me was making me feel happy and excited. I volunteered to do it again, "Slow down Hot Rod", he admonished as he tried to capture my dripping blood in a tiny jar. I felt the blade drop out of my hand because my fingers were getting cold and weak. I stumbled a little, and he helped me settle on the wooden stool. I was grinning like a monkey as I heard my fresh blood spattering noisily on the plastic below me. It was loud. Did I really cut that much? I didn't mean to. I hoped he wasn't mad. It was suddenly important to me that I please him. He told me to hold the wounded arm above my head if I could. Sure. "You fucking better not pass out on me", he warned. "I won't," I promised as tiny streams of blood dripped down my neck, back and chest. "You've really got very vibrant red material in that arm". He showed the full jar he'd collected. I wobbled a tiny bit and grinned dreamily at him. "But I want to try the other arm -- just to see if it's a little more interesting than the other one." Well, that made perfect sense. He moved a standing lamp closer so he could see the non-bleeding arm I was holding out. He grabbed a blade that was already on his work tablebefore I had a chance to tell him I'd dropped the fresh one. Under the bright light he studied my network of veins. As I looked down I noticed his long bare feet below which were covered with blood and paint. Actually, the whole floor was flooded with red. Not my mess to worry about. "What did you say?" he asked as he looked at me tenderly. I hadn't realized I'd said anything out loud. For whatever reason I said "I love you". He didn't respond. Just made a fast, fresh gash on the untouched arm. He couldn't be mad at me now because his cut was even more severe than the one I'd made. The dam had burst and my blood was going everywhere. I felt so dizzy. I said domrthing about needing to lie down. Where were those comfy chairs? I could face them together and sleep on the cushions. I neede to get to them before I passed out. I'd better hurry. I stepped a liitle too quickly because the bloody, paint-soaked plastic cause me to slip and fall on my back. Ahh. This was as good as a chair. I almost drifted off. I almost didn't notice Carlos lower himself on top of me. I wanted this. I'm pretty sure he gave ne another needle to my ribs and say something about a substance that would control the bleeding. I guess it wasn't working fast enough for him because he kept muttering "shit shit shit". He straddled my chest with his long legs and was smoking that pipe again. I asked to try it and he held to my lips and flicked the lighter as I inhaled the fires of Hell. Now I was starting to come alive again. It made me so happy to see him inhale more as well because I wanted him to be happy. I started to try and ask him if he was feeling good, but he was lifting my bare legs in the air and positioning his long hairy prick up against my hole. Nice. That felt right. For a brief second I remeber he had some paint on the pointy head of his dick and that worried me more than anything. A strange dick with no condom was inside me but I was more worried about paint in my bloodstream. Not too worried -- just a little worried. He bucked those slim hips in and out of me as we slid all over the wet plastic. It was almost comical....like a 'Tom and Jerry' cartoon or something. But then he came audibly...and emptied his seed inside of my ass. Was I still bleeding? Was I dying? Both? I wandered some other things when Carlos covered me with a few layers of unstretched canvas. It was a little scratchy but warm. I drifted into dreams of colors and art. Would I wake up alive? Probably.

Chapter Four This hall was different, there was only a single door waiting for us, which peaked my curiosity. Was this where I was going to be fucked by the Priest or better yet have a ride on the cock of the bull who granted me entrance to this twisted place? Without a word, the Priest opened the door, granting us access to this new room. Inside was another door beside a floor to ceiling window. Inside the window was dark, revealing nothing. “Death is irrevocable. Unchangeable, time is of the essence. Afflictions harbor death, yet by welcoming sickness, pollution, and decay, you balance out the repercussion of natural sex. Sex free from constraints, free from judgment, and internal remorse.” Said the Priest. “Beyond this door exists a man that has balances the terms of free sex. His life consisted of nothing but free sex, self perverting his body of death. Analyzing his seed, we have discovered that he is a carrier of each Sexually Transmitted Disease known to medical science. Mutation has created new, ones that we don’t know how they effect the body.” Staring inside, I just wanted a peak of this man. I could only guess that this man was a God to them, they worship him for his embrace of death. Darkness still hid this man from me. “Wasting away, we search for our next Absolute Being. You must allow his death to be passed to you. You must seize his death, making it your own. Allow him to use your hole to gratify his consecrated cock. Absorb his energy, his disease, and his death.” I watched through the window as the light flickered on. Standing in the middle of the room, with his back to us was a naked man, or what was left of him. His body was voided of any fat deposits, his skin hung from him. His ass was saggy and wrinkled. His right arm was the only body part moving. It was obvious that he was stroking his cock. He slowly turned around, revealing the front of his body, which was very much like his back, void of fat and wrinkled skin. In the middle of his chest was the same symbol that was on the invite, tattooed deep. I moved my eyes slowly down his chest and stomach to his crotch. He was slowly stroking his cock, which was at least nine inches cut, with a massive mushroom head. It was red, raw and in some spots bleeding. If his toxic load didn’t corrupt me then the blood off his cock would. His face was blank, void of emotion. Yet, his eyes spoke volumes. Lust, carnage, and sex radiated from behind his darkened stare. He licked his lips while with his free hand created a turning motioning. Hypnotized I slowly turned in spot in front of the window, then once my back was to him, bent over, spreading my ass checks with my hands, exposing my hole. Inside I was pleased with myself, I was freeing myself from the bondage of misery and inhibition. The Priest inserted a key and with a click the door was swinging open. I moved quickly inside with the gaunt man. My desire to acquire his disease and death took over. I craved freedom. Immediately the man grabbed me, turned me around while at the same time bending me over. His hand clamped around the back of my neck, holding me still as his cock started to stab my wet hole. My cock instantly shot it’s load all over the floor just from this man’s touch. His cock found my hole and slid in, balls deep in one motion. I felt no pain, no remorse, only lust for death. He pulled out until his massive cock head was pulling my hole out from the inside, then pushed back in balls deep. As he quickened his pace of pumping his cock deep in and out of my hole, his grip tightened on my neck. The pain of my neck mixed with the pleasure of my hole hardened my cock again, yet I could not stroke only brace myself with my hands on my thighs. My mind’s only thought of the mixing of the cum that was already in my hole and the blood from his raw cock. I was over come with excitement again, shooting my load on the floor, the second time without stroking. I was absorbing his death. My mind filled with thoughts of viruses moving through my blood stream, effecting every cell in my body. I wanted his gift of disease circulating my blood stream. I wanted to be a carrier for HIV, for the unknown, for death. He continued to pump his cock deep in my hole, over and over. I felt his nuts slap mine sending pleasure shooting through my body. His hand forcefully turn my head without releasing my neck, directing my sight to the window. My eyes bulged as I saw the Priest. His robe was open, exposing his naked body underneath. He was stroking a thick uncut cock, eyes closed, licking his lips with an expression of pure pleasure on his face. His cock was heavy in his hand, thick and spongy and his balls were hanging low, bouncing to the rhythm of his stroking. Tattooed around his belly button was the biohazard symbol. My Priest was poz, how fucking hot. Was his toxic load part of the cum that I held in my hole before? My mouth watered as I watched the Priest stroke through the window. My gift giver continued pounding my hole, pulling cum from deep inside causing my balls to become slick and drip down to the floor. The cock thickened inside of me, hardening telling me that he was going to blow his charged seed soon. I continued to watch the Priest stroke through the window. My breath quickened, matching the sinister man’s fucking me. His thrusts became harder and harder, while the Priest’s own stroking became quicker and quicker. My own death dealer released his grip on the back of my neck, only to position is forearm across my throat, all the while still roughly pounding my hole. I grabbed his forearm with both hands, trying to release it, not wanting to escape this brutal fucking, but to ensure I stayed conscious, so I could feel his gift me his disease; to feel my body welcome HIV as well as any other disease he carried. Through the window, the Priest held his hand in front of his cock head, aiming the piss slit into the palm of his hand. I watched as his cock became fully erect, then begin to pulse, as shot after shot of cum erupted from his piss slit into his waiting palm. The load was thick and clung to the sides of his slit only to be forced off by another shot, repeating this over and over again, until the eruption slowed to just a light milking by his hand. My desire for this cum was great. I wanted to eat it, shove it up my fucked hole so it could be used as lube and then forced deep inside by the current dick. The Priest locked eyes with me, his stare was so intense I could not look away. Without emotion, he raised his hand to his mouth, licking his cum off and swallowing it. Seeing this, I shut my eyes, getting lost in the pounding that my hole was taking. The long strokes in and out of my ass soon shortened, as if he was teasing his head with my hole bringing him closer and closer to shooting. I rode the wave of pleasure, until he rammed his cock deep within. His cock jumped and twitched over and over in my hole as his diseased cum shot in deep. “take my death you cock loving mother fucker” he yelled I pushed back on his cock feeling his bones grind against my ass. I wanted every fucking poisoned drop of cum inside me. Moments later he push me violent forward, causing me to fall to the floor, ripping his still hard cock out of my hole, then turned away. I moved quickly towards the door for my escape. Not knowing what will happen now that he shot. Going through the door, I discovered the Priest had now refastened his robe and was quietly waiting. I fell back on the door, holding it in place, until the Priest locked it. I wanted out of that room. It was the only time I felt fear. The fear was not from sex, disease or death but of the man that just fucked me. I felt a darkness emerge from him after he shot his load in me, as if he lost part of him and that was replaced with something else. We quietly left the booth and returned to the hall. As if trained I followed the Priest through another door. Entering the area just outside the locker room. “A choice you must make now,” the Priest started to say. “now?” I questioned. Where was my choice in this earlier, although I think I would have said yes to all that I have done. “A choice you must make now, receive our mark, and continue this journey or reject the mark and go into the world with new purpose, new desires, new diseases and new freedom” “mark” I quietly said feeling as if it was the only choice to make. I wanted more than just the freedom I gained through raw sex, through carrying death. The Priest knocked three times on a door. The muscle bull entered through it shortly after. His massive arms wrapped around me at my elbows, which caused the part of my arms below to lift outward. As I was standing there in the grips of this bull, grinding my ass against his crotch still separated by his robe, the Priest had opened a cabinet. I could see a red glow illuminating the inside, but had no idea what he was doing. I could feel the dick on my captor growing against my ass, distracting me slightly from the Priest. In a quick motion, the Priest moved in front of me, grabbed my right arm, twisted it palm up and at my wrist pressed a red hot prod against my skin. The pain was tormenting, I opened my mouth to scream, yet nothing came out. The seconds seemed like an eternity. Satisfied that I was properly marked, the Priest removed the prod, then rubbed an cream on the spot which removed all the fire, pain and redness, leaving only the left side of the symbol of the invitation. With that task complete the Priest turned and disappeared through the door we came through. “Phase one is complete, dress, leave and be ready” the bull said pointing to the door of the locker room. I quickly went in, found my stuff, dressed. My head was swimming with questions. My hole was so wet, that I knew I would have a huge wet spot on my shorts before I got home. I could feel the cum leaking slowly out of my hole. A door opened and a hand motioned for me and without question I followed, taking me back into the man-trap just off the entrance. The muscle bull was waiting for me and quickly let me out back into the world.

Same here. With me it's always a hit or miss if if I'm done or not after I cum. But when I cum handsfree just from getting fucked I ALWAYS want to go on and can't get enough. Best orgasm and want more. Some tops with stamina who can fuck for a long time or can cum multiple times can do this to me. My new FB is one of those guys. He usually dumps multiple loads in me and makes me cum several times as well. Never had guy who can do that to me every time we fuck.

Daddy Max had an astonished look on his face as he watched Alex fight to not cum. He gently reached over and took Alex’s face in both his hands, looked him in the eye, and said, “Does the fact that I’m poz and want to fuck you turn you on that much?” A shudder went through Alex and he moaned loudly, “You have NO idea! I’ve thought about it off and on, and just tonight had decided to give in and start trying to get converted. And now you’re here, wanting to fuck me, and telling me you’re poz. It’s like a fucking dream come true!” “Well my stud boy, let’s work on making that dream a reality.” Daddy Max got up and helped Alex off the bunk. He led him to the sling and helped him get settled in it. With a devilish grin, he put the ankle and wrist restraints on him. “If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.” After he got Alex secured, he said, “You must be thirsty. I’ve got some bottled water here if you’d like some. And I have some with a little something that would make tonight so much better for you, if you’re interested.” “Are you talking GHB or something stronger?” he asked cautiously. Daddy Max leaned in close to Alex with a tender look on his face. “I would never lie to you or do anything to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding when I said earlier that you might just be a keeper. I definitely want to talk more about that after tonight. But I do want us, especially you, to have fun tonight. It’s up to you if you want some enhancement or not.” “What the hell, why not!” Alex exclaimed. Since his hands were restrained, Daddy Max tipped the water bottle so he could get a good drink of the prepared water. He had never done GHB before, but knew all about it. He swallowed a good portion of the water and settled back in the sling. His new daddy started running his hands all over Alex’s chest and stomach, pinching his nipples. He leaned in and kissed him and then went over to a locker to get a few things. He brought back some lube, a good sized toy, and a hand towel. Then he got down on his knees so his face was even with Alex’s ass and started giving him some return treatment. Daddy Max started running his tongue up and down the spread wide ass crack. Then he zeroed in on the asshole and started tongue fucking it. Alex moaned. It wasn’t long before Max got a taste of the load that was already in Alex’s cunt. He sucked some of the load out and went and kissed Alex, sharing it with him. “Was that poz cum?” he asked. Alex nodded with a silly grin on his face. The GHB was starting to take effect and he was feeling a little loopy. Max patted him on his cheek, “Good boy!”. He went back to his ass and lubed up a few of his fingers. He put one in and started feeling around, getting him lubed up. I inserted 2 fingers easily enough and started stretching his hole. He also hooked his fingers and used his nails to scrape a few times while he was fucking in and out with them. “Even in his drugged condition, Alex reacted at that, “OW!”. “Just making it a little easier for you tonight,” Max explained. He was still fucking his 2 fingers in and out and Alex’s pain turned to pure pleasure. He then added a 3rd finger and went back to stretching as he fucked them in and out. “Oh fuck, yes, finger that ass,” Alex begged him. “ I want that thick daddy cock inside me.” “Almost there, stud, just hold on.” He could tell the drug was working on him so he added a 4th finger to make sure he was good and open. When he finally pulled his fingers ou, there were some pink areas, so he knew he’d scraped him enough to make him bleed. His new stud was going to get his wish tonight. Max lubed up the toy and put the head up to the stretched out hole. It sank in pretty quickly. It wasn’t quite as big as his 8.5X7 cock, but it was good enough sized to make sure he was ready for what came next. “OH GOD, YEAH!!!” Alex cried out. “Fuck me with that thing!”. He was obviously enjoying the toy, so Max started a good in and out rhythm, going all the way in every time. “You like that toy in you, don’t you?” he asked. Alex purred, ”Oh fuck yeah. Can’t wait til I have you inside me, though Daddy Max!”. Max picked up the pace a little with the toy and used it for a few more minutes. He pulled it out, stood up, and started lubing his thick cock up. “Get ready boy, here comes the real thing.” “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, please fuck me with your poz cock!!!” Max put the head of his cock up to the younger stud’s asshole and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Alex started squirming in the sling. “Take my toxic cock, boy!” Max shoved the head and a few inches of his thick rod into the waiting cunt. Even with the fingering and toy play, he was still really tight. “UNGH!” Alex yelled out, but was still trying to fuck his ass onto the thick invader. “Oh yeah, that stuff has you really ready to be fucked good and hard,” Max commented. Alex was sweating quite a bit, his cock was rock hard and leaking, and he was grunting as he tried to fuck his tight ass onto the thick daddy cock. Max grabbed hold of the chains holding the sling up and started really plowing the rest of his cock in, fucking an inch or two in, then pulling out a bit, then fucking a few more inches in til he was all the way in. “You got my entire poz cock in you now, boy,” Daddy Max told him. “Please fuck me with it Daddy Max, fuck me and fill me up with your poz cum! I need it.” Alex replied. “Oh, you’re going to get it, alright. And I have a special surprise for you, boy. My doctor is changing my meds, so I’m actually off meds right now. You’re going to get a load of unmedicated poz cum fucked into you.” As Daddy Max said that, he was plunging his hard, thick, poz cock in and when he ran over Alex’s prostate, he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. He even got some on his lips. The news about the unmedicated poz cum turned him on that much. His orgasm caused his asshole to contract on Daddy Max’s cock which pushed him towards his own orgasm. “You’re making me cum, boy. Here it is, I can’t hold back, TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD!” He stayed balls deep in Alex’s well fucked cunt and unloaded deep inside him. Both of them moaning, grunting, and cussing. Daddy Max stayed buried in his boy until every bit of cum was drained from his toxic balls. He leaned in and kissed Alex deeply and passionately. They made out for several minutes until Max’s cock grew soft and slipped out of the well fucked hole. He pulled back a little and said, “I have one more surprise for you, if you’re up for it.” Alex was still pretty worked up, but having that massive orgasm helped calm him down a little. “What do you have for me now?” Alex asked. “Your friend Sam who fucked you earlier is a fuck bud of mine. I ran into him after he dumped his load in you and we set this up. He knew you wanted to convert and he could tell I had the hots for you, so he put my room number on one of the marker boards saying there was a hot stud in the sling wanting poz loads. If you’re up for it, when I open that door, there should be poz guys waiting to fuck you. If you aren’t up for it, I’ll go erase the message, no harm, no foul.” Alex’s cock sprang back to life as he listened to what all had been set up, just for him. “Fuck YEAH, I’m up for it!” he exclaimed. “This is a dream come true. I’d like some more of that water, though, before you open the door. I want to really enjoy this.” Max retrieved the bottle he drank from earlier and helped him finish it off. Before he opened the door, he leaned in and said, “You’re making your new daddy VERY happy, boy,” then he kissed him deeply. “So let’s get the next phase of this party started,” he said and walked over and opened the door.

6. Ouroboros Sunrise approaches. There is an oblique orange glow in the southern facing windows. In the early dawn only Riggs and Duncan are left in the tower. Riggs wanted to get Duncan alone and talk to him about the prospects of moving with him to San Francisco should he receive the Artistic Director position for the SF-based company. A teaching and company member position; fight instructor he's thinking. First, though, he wants to see Duncan's professed skills while he's tied to the St. Andrews cross. Brenner excused himself, saying he's tired. As he made his way to his room in the dark, through labyrinthine passageways in these early hours, hearing the echoes of a whip's crack and then Riggs' bound screams from the tower. A pair made for each other, he thinks. Truth is, he wants to be alone and imagine (and beat off to) what Duncan and Tucker felt when they took the eel. Once he finds his room buried deep within the mountainside, Riggs' muffled cries are only background while he concentrates his mind, dick flapping in hand, around the sensation of what a four-foot creature traveling through his body would feel like. He'll bargain with Elijah to have the experience when everyone is up and parting ways in the afternoon, but Elijah will turn him down, telling him it's only meant for a select few. Brenner will leave in a huff, and it will permanently mark him, compel him to find other ways to over-compensate for the slight. But that will only manifest itself in many years to come. Which leaves Samuel, Elijah, and poor depleted Tucker making their way back up to the aquarium room. The men park the exhausted boy back in the cowhide barber chair. Samuel scoops a glass of water from the tank and gives Tucker a much needed drink. Tucker downs the glass in almost one gulp. He doesn't see Samuel dipping into the tank a second time in an effort to slake his thirst. The water tastes odd, is not satisfying his thirst, but he begs for a third nonetheless. Samuel obliges. The other ex-Jesuit has gotten out his barber tools and comes up behind Tucker and massages his shoulders. It's as much tenderness as he needs, and melts into the chair. The electric blades click on. Samuel is spreading foam on his arm. It feels good to have a slow, soothing sensation of fingers going over his bicep and forearm. Elijah's electric blade buzzing through his hair also feels good. He feels he's shedding skin, carefully orchestrated by two men who know exactly what they're doing. Samuel moves to the other arms while Elijah finishes the first phase of denuding the boy's entire body. The chair is tipped back and Elijah sits on a stool in back of Tucker washing his stubble with warm water. He then soaps the scalp and with a sharpened straight razor starts scraping the sides. Now the top. Tucker's totally into it. The more his body is shaved the more alive he feels. Elijah turns his head to one side. Tucker can't help but give in to whatever the men who attend him want. Elijah lays bare one side of his neck, then tilting his head the other way, strips the boy of any remaining scalp hair. The man takes a warm cloth and wipes his head clean. Samuel has soaped the boy's legs and is scraping them clean from thigh to toe. Once smooth, Samuel moves on to his public hair, first using scissors to remove the large swath of dark hair, then after foam is applied, the straight razor scrapes against the grain and makes him new-born smooth. Elijah is busy at his arm pits, making sure there is not one hair left on his torso. Both armpits are clean, then Elijah removes the boy's eyebrows. Both men anoint his body with water from the tank, then turn him over in the chair so his butt is folded highest in the chair. There is a lot of hair to remove back here. Elijah takes the butt crack and the patch of fur at the small of his back, while Samuel works on making his legs completely hairless. When both are satisfied with the result they run their hands over his body, ensuring not one hair remains. Tucker takes a hand and examines himself. He is rock hard as his hands run over the course of his completely shorn body. "Why?" he asks Elijah far back in his brain, as if he's looking up from a hole dug six feet deep. "We are removing the animal you were born into, to become something better, more pure." Samuel applies olive oil to his skin. Elijah joins in. Tucker sees an silver urn pour out liquid onto his chest, his groin, his arms and legs, and the lubricant is massaged into his pours, joints, pits, hole. In fact, as he now sits back up in the chair, an inordinate amount of attention is being placed on pouring a lot of oil into Samuel's hand and then cupped inside his hole. He feels like one slimy fucker and is squirming his hand onto the outstretch palms of the men greasing him up. This is like no other sensation. It's as if he himself feels what it's like to be a greased up dick slipping within a firm fist, that his body is a dick made out of his complete form. He can't get enough of their touch. If they keep up their stroking his head will explode in a volcanic orgasm. First Master Eli bends and kisses him, then Samuel's sunken face bends over and sends his tongue into the boy's mouth. "Time to take him downstairs," Elijah signals to Samuel. As they descend the stairs, Tucker hears the muffled screams of Riggs from the tower. "What's that?" Tucker asks. "A story that's not part of yours. Yours is a much more interesting tail," says Samuel as they enter the master bedroom. They're escorting him cautiously between them, but as they cross into the bedroom sense the boy has no intention of running, which is usually the case. Elijah lays him on the rubber sheets and moves him to the center of the bed. "Ready for one more shot?" Samuel's asks. Tucker nods his head up and down, and then sinks face down into the rubber. "And one for you, brother?" "Give him the same as me. Seven," says Elijah. "He'll lose his mind after all he's had." "The general idea, isn't it?" The men smile. Elijah crawls naked onto the bed. Once he positioned against the headboard, he cradles the boy's head in his meaty palms. "Do you have enough light, brother?" Elijah asks in the dark room who's only light comes from the dirt-covered windows in the back of the house. "Plenty," says Samuel, taking two syringes from the dresser. He takes the vial of speed and fills both syringes to point seven, and takes a third for himself at the same level. Elijah folds the boy's head into his hairy crotch. The boy sniffs and laps his tongue in the bush. "Hold him still." Elijah grips his head while Samuel find one of the three useful veins in his neck. He gets a draw. "Enjoy this, boy. Totally give in to how you feel. You, too, brother," and Elijah holds his neck to the side. Samuel feels for a vein then pops the point into Elijah's neck. Emptying the syringe elicits a deep, massive cough. Samuel sits on the side of the bed and shoots up in his neck, too. Tucker hasn't moved since he's been injected. His breathing is locked and has paralyzed his brain. He suddenly jolts upright gasping for air, then coughs, rasps another breath and hacks again. Samuel reaches out for him and puts his skeletal fingers around the boys cock. The sensation sends Tucker into a tailspin, falling forward bumping his head against Elijah's erect monster. "Oh, fuck, Sir, I want to drain your cock," he says, he brain fried of all thoughts save one: lust. Elijah's eyes are rolled up in his head and speaks from a far away place, saying, "Go ahead, boy. Take it all in." Tucker's head turns as he inhales his Master's meat. "All the way down. All the way." He pushes Tucker down on his cock. Tucker takes it to the bush and Elijah holds him there. Samuel is stroking Tucker's cock and playing with his heavy P.A. causing Tucker to writhe on the slippery rubber. Samuel's feeling his butt, sticking in a few fingers as Elijah sticks a finger, then a second also into Tucker's hole. He's bringing him up to his face so he can see, out of flickering eyes, how Tucker's gape is fairing. With Samuel's fingers and his in the boy's ass lips, they're tearing him apart. His hole is wide open being pulled in different directions. There are no longer men in the room, only three animals. Elijah rips the boy from Samuel who growls at the side of the bed, like a wolf who's dinner's been ripped from him. "Brother, get the speculum. The boy's not going to take my fist as he is." Samuel snarls. He knows he could take the boy but Elijah is claiming ownership, and circumstances being what the are, he has the right to be the one to take the boy. He careens over to the dresser and out of the bottom drawer produces the forearm-length horse speculum. All he has to do to lube it is draw some of the excess oil smeared over the bed, most of which leaks out of the boy's ass, which he does and hands it to Elijah. Elijah has gotten Tucker's ass to face his. His tongue is inside the boy's rectum and his long tongue is licking the boy's inner walls. Soon he will want to see the beginning of a prolapse before he's done tonight and will eat it before the metamorphosis. He takes the huge speculum and aligns it with Tucker's hole. "Boy, don't stop sucking my cock. If this begins to hurt, suck me harder." Tucker agrees in a grunt with Elijah's cock buried in his throat. The speculum's base is held next to Elijah's ear. He begins to slide it in and feels the boy's head bobbing up and down more rapidly the deeper in he goes. He must be feeling discomfort or pain and he pushes it in to its halfway mark, for Tucker's head is at his cock like a jackhammer. Right past the halfway point, Tucker's head collapses across his body, his head's buried on his cock, and he's not moving. The boy shudders lying on top of him. He slaps the boy's ass hard. The smack seems to wake him and he once again is deep throating him. Samuel is sitting crossed-legged in front of Tucker's head. He holds a bottle of poppers to his nose. It accounts for the short pause from the boy who's now very receptive to the speculum's penetration and the enthusiasm of the sucking is at a peak. It's all Elijah can do not to cum down the boy's throat. The speculum has hit a barrier before it's almost in. He signals to Samuel to give the boy another hit. Samuel's raising the boy's face up enough to place the bottle under his left nostril, then his right, then once again under each. Tucker goes back to swallow his Master's cock and luxuriating is the smell of his Master's rancid bush. He pauses in the bush on every decent. It makes his Master leak but doesn't distract him from his objective. The last of the instrument is in and he's now spreading the two duck blades apart. He's got it open several inches. The boy sends out a loud moan of pleasure and torment. Samuel gives the boy another hit then pushes his head down under Elijah's balls and orders him to eat. The boy's head's buried in Elijah's taint and he's rutting like a pig to get down further to his Master's bunghole. "Come here and look at this," Elijah says, entranced. "Flick on the lamp." On his way to his brother, Samuel flicks on a side table lamp, enough to display Tucker's enormous gape. It's spacious enough for Elijah to ram his arm up to his elbow. Samuel can even add his arm and grab Elijah's hand. "Halfway there, brother. We might be able to do this together." "It'll be a welcome first, brother. Let's get this out of him," Samuel suggests regarding the speculum. Elijah reverses the processes slowly so as not to pinch any sensitive internal skin. Once they have it removed, they work the boy around so his head's up at the top of the headboard. They tie his hands. The boy's face is brown from wallowing under Elijah's hole. He seems excited judging by the size of his dick, which is a good sign of success for the metamorphosis. The men tie each of Tucker's legs to the top eyelet at the bottom bed posts so his torso is straining in the air, the better to have direct access to his quite open hole. Elijah allows Samuel to go first while he takes up at Tucker's head with a fresh box of amyl nitrate caps. Samuel greases up his arm and slowly lowers it into Tucker. Tucker cries out not know where he is anymore, only senses what his body is going through. Samuel feels the cobwebs between colon chambers, fine webs that he's destroying as he penetrates the boy. I'm sure if you've ever fisted someone you've felt the heart beats when you've found a new area to penetrate. Your fingers feel like your touching harp stings directly coming from your fistee's heart. Samuel's feeling Tucker's heartstrings once he gets to the elbow. Every few inches the coursing of blood rushes through the thin fibers separating the chambers. Each time he slides into a virginal area, Tucker calls out from somewhere lost inside his body. Tucker's unmoored again since the needle shot into his neck. He has no idea where he is. He barely remembers who. He only knows how much he's enjoying his body being ripped away from him. He feels his legs in the air and a skeleton of a man looming above him. Someone, a man with a black beard is feeding him vapors that allows and encourages the skeleton to drill into him deeper. Each inch the skeleton takes, a memory bubbles up and washes away. The skeleton is scratching at a door like a dog wanted to get in. Tucker resists but the aroma hits his brain not only sabotages his defense but makes him complicit in betraying himself. He shows the skeleton the rift, the keyhole, the clue where he can be unlocked. The skeleton is keen on finding these weakness and exploiting them to his advantage. A memory of the face of his fourth grade school teacher, Mrs. McCullough, the oddest collection of consonants and vowels he'd ever encountered, bubbles up. Her black horn-rimmed glasses, her watery eyes, her times tables and cursive handwriting on the green chalkboard, is right in front of his eyes. Then as a price for the sense of pleasure of deeper penetration, he must choose between her memory or this new pleasurable sensation. He chooses pleasure each time and her face fractures and is swept away to eternity; a new depth of penetration bears down inside his body, replaces self with erotic pulp of mindless ecstasy. There is something telling him to stop the slide but it weakens every moment. Samuel stand over the boy, his arm inside Tucker's hole's up to his bicep. "He's starting to resist. I think he knows what's happening." Elijah rises from cradling Tucker's head and comes over to the end of the bed. He takes a stance next to Samuel. Samuel withdraws his hand. His arm is covered in pink grease with bits of red at his fingernails. "I'll punch him for a while and see if he regresses. Lower that leg." They each lower a leg laying Tucker's back to rest on the rubber sheet, but still leaves his legs hoist mid-way up the post. Samuel greases Elijah’s hairy black arms. Tucker's focusing on him in a way that he hasn't before. He's starting to see the man's not on his side; giving him pure pleasure is a ruse. His eyes are bobbing above a sea of complete pleasure, a last attempt not to drown. There's more at work here that he starts to fathom, that with each new pleasure, a part of himself is traded away. He knows his name but can't remember how he got here or who these men are. He only knows they pleasure him but at what cost? If Duncan's hands were extra large, Elijah's are twice as big. Elijah finds it difficult to make the hurdle through his first sphincter. Samuel quickly cracks a cap and makes Tucker forget what's possible and only allows what's desired. His mind is blank again and he pushes his asslips onto Elijah's closed fist. Once inside it's literally downhill from there. Elijah doesn't stop till he's buried to his elbow. Tucker's eyes are rolled up into his head, as hears Elijah order, "Open your eyes and watch me!" He does. Tucker sees an entire forearm of black hair pull out of him. His ass farts as the air deflates out of him. "Push," Elijah orders. He does, and the man's telling him he's a good boy. That's it, push it out. The man then plows back into him with a force that propels the arm past the elbow. He feels stuffed as he's never felt, feels an object buried so deep a collection of grade school friends he barely remembers show their faces and blow away like sand across a schoolyard. He looks up and sees the skeleton next to him snapping a caplet, holding one nostril, telling him to inhale, while his ass flairs open even deeper on the wrist of black hairs. The man above him plummets down into his gut. "What are you doing to me?" he asks as more with his eyes than with his voice. The man only acknowledges he doing something to him. Grunts yes. Tucker pleads again, and the man explains what he's doing, again more with his mind than voice. He's straightening out his colon. The man greases his other hand and is now alternating his fists and arms into Tucker's hole. His hole will never close completely again once the man pushes both hands in together. He bears down inside him, pushing and straining as deep as both hands will reach. He suddenly pulls both out and Tucker feels his guts following them out beyond his asslips. "Yes!" shouts the man. "Push, fucker! Push it out!" He doesn't exactly know what the man wants but it feels like he's shit or farting, but all he can see in the mirror above is petals of red blooming out of his asshole. The man's fingering it causing bolts of electricity from his hole to shoot to the rest of his body. He's on fire, his asshole is electrified. Whatever he's sacrificing is worth this sensation. He pushes again and the bloom that's coming out of him is being eaten by the man. He's licking not just his asshole but the walls exposed from inside. It's as if he's turning inside out and the more he does the more the man is pleased. He wants to please the man because it's all tied up with the pleasure he's feeling—circular logic, the snake eating its tail. Ouroboros. His guts appear to be shy and retreat well within his colon. The man stands. Both arms in him has stretched his opening wide, allowing the man easy access to pile drive one arm then the other again and again, over and over, in a huge power punch into his colon. Within the rapture, there is a final, vague image he has of standing in a crib. He sees his own tiny hands grip the rail. Two figure are in bed asleep. He loses his grip, and the memory slips away like smoke. He doesn't need the amyl now, he needs the man to destroy his hole. Since he's lost his grip on words, he's mouthing nonsense but the intent still comes through to the standing man. Wreck my hole, begging between each punch, annihilate my cunt, obliterate my pussy. He doesn't even know where these ideas are coming from, but he feels Samuel at his side, playing with his dick and nipples, coaxing him to deeper and darker imaginings. The standing man's in a frenzy, as is Tucker imploring the beast above to delve deeper and deeper into his soul. "That's it, boy. Give up everything to your Master and to His Master." Elijah pushes both arms deep into Tucker, stretching apart his ass, his enormous boulder-like shoulders bulging, veins popping, and then he yanks both arms out at the same time. Both fists pop out bring with them inches of Tucker's intestines. Elijah wraps as much as he can in his mouth and sucks the entire red bulge into his maw. He bites and chews the boy's entrails, gnaws into the center, sticking a tongue deep inside the prolapse. His dick is charged and he holds the prolapse steady and slips in his metal ring, then his cockhead, into the center orifice. He humps the prolapse, holding it like a small animal, while his cock slips deep inside. Tucker's fucked internal and externally. Elijah's rough hands are driving Tucker wild, while the cock buried deep is making him craven. He implores Master Eli to take him. Elijah is jacking his cock in his extended hole like a wild dog, unable to stop, unable to think. He's locked into Tucker as Tucker is with him. Elijah erupts like a geyser flooding the boy's depth with cum, a stream, a river, a tsunami of sperm flushing out of him. He pulls out and his arm travels along the river of cloudy seed down deep into the boy's body. Samuel whispers to him, "Fisters claim the heart of the boy is the goal. Not us—we say it's the soul. Give him yours." Tucker feels Elijah's shoulder resting at his hole. He feels the massive bush of black pit hair tickling his hairless sphincter. There's no fuller feeling he could possible have, no more feeling of belong to someone than this moment. He nods to Samuel, then nods up to Elijah. Elijah feels the boy's heartbeat, then feels the soul surrounding it, grabs it, and rips Tucker inside out.

Chapter 2 After he pulled his cock out of the bottom on the bed and Sam pulled out of Alex, they moved away so the next lucky top could take their places. Before he picked up his towel, Alex wrapped his arms around Sam, gave him a big hug, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “Wow, thanks.” Sam told him. “No, thank YOU!” Alex replied. “You helped me reach a decision about something and I’m going to start working on it tonight.” Sam got a knowing look in his eyes and smiled. “Happy hunting, stud,” he told Alex as he picked up his own towel and headed for the door. Alex did the same thing, deciding it was time to head for the wet area. Alex entered the large tiled room where the showers, hot tub, steam room, and dry sauna were and hung his towel on a hook. He showered off quickly, enjoying the eye candy that was showering around him, and then settled into the hot tub. No one was getting serviced at the moment, but there were several other guys in the water with him. He enjoyed the hot water as he relaxed for a bit. He closed his eyes and thought about the poz cum that was still in his ass. Even though Sam was on meds, it still had the virus in it, which turned him on and made his cock start to harden. The more he thought about his decision, the harder he got, too. He remembered seeing messages on the marker boards in the hallways about guys in certain rooms seeking poz loads. He wondered if he had the nerve to do that tonight. One thing at a time, he thought. It was time to sit in the steam room for a bit. There was usually some action going on in there and even if he didn’t participate, it was nice to watch and jack his cock some. He stood up with his raging hardon and got a few whistles of admiration. He smiled and winked at them and headed to the door to the steam room. It was a big room with lots of space. There were a handful of guys already in there, one getting fucked. Alex sat near them and started slowly playing with his hard cock. It amazed him that he was so hard considering he’d just cum a short while ago. The idea of becoming poz turned him on that much. The 2 guys fucking were really going at it and Alex was focused on watching them and didn’t realize someone had walked up to him. “Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked him, breaking his concentration. He looked up and saw the hairy, bearded daddy from the locker room pointing to the space next to him. “Please, be my guest,” Alex replied, a little startled. The hot daddy sat down and held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Max,”. “Nice to meet you Max, I’m Alex.” “You really caught my attention in the locker room, Alex,” Max admitted. “I was hoping I’d run into you again tonight.” “Well, I’m glad you did,” Alex countered. Feeling bold, Alex put his hand on Max’s muscular, hairy chest and started rubbing all around. Max growled softly, “Oh yeah, that feels nice.” He turned so he was facing Max and put his other hand up as well, running both hands through all the sweaty hair and playing with his big nipples. “Oh fuck yeah, you know exactly what a man likes, don’t you,” Max said, growling again. He sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the attention, which made his big, thick cock stand up. He then turned towards Alex, put both hands on either side of his face, and drew him in for a kiss. He kissed Alex gently on the lips a couple of times and then planted a deep, passionate kiss on him. Their tongues battled and they swapped spit as the kissing went on and on. Max finally broke the kiss and stood up. He held out his hand to Alex, “Why don’t we go back to my room and get comfortable.” “I’m all yours,” Alex shot back, standing up and taking the hand that had been offered to him. They exited the steam room and Max went to get his towel. “No need to shower, I love a sweaty man,” he said. Alex raised an eyebrow, smiled, and grabbed his own towel. They wrapped their towels around themselves and headed down a hallway. Alex followed to the back part of the area where the rooms were. Max unlocked his door and let him into a large room with a bunk, some lockers, and a sling in it. He had rented one of the bigger play rooms. Alex couldn’t believe his luck. One of the hottest men there had a great room and was interested in him. They dropped their towels and laid on the bunk, their sweaty bodies mashed up against each other. “You’re a pretty damn good kisser,” Max said to Alex. “Right back at you stud,” he replied. “Call me Daddy Max.” He said with one of those low, sexy growls of his. “Yes Sir, Daddy Max.” The 2 men went at it again, making out fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, exploring everywhere. Daddy Max was covered with a thick layer of fur that had just started showing his gray. His hair, beard, and body hair was black except for the gray, giving him an incredibly sexy look. Alex reached down for Daddy Max’s cock and could barely get his hand around it. It had to be at least 8 inches if not more. He loved that his new daddy made those deep growling noises while they were kissing. Everything about this man turned him on. Daddy Max finally broke the kiss and lay back on the bunk. “Why don’t you show your new Daddy how good you are with your tongue.” Alex immediately started working his way down his body, starting with kissing and licking his face, including that sexy beard, working his way down the neck, chest, stomach, and legs. He licked and kissed practically every inch of the front of his body, purposely avoiding his thick cock and bull balls. He worked his way back up to the crotch and started licking and sucking on each ball. He could only get one at a time in his mouth, they were so big. Then he made his way up to that incredibly thick cock. He started licking, sucking, and nibbling the big mushroom head and worked his way down each side before finally opening his mouth wide and engulfing as much of the cock as he could. He was able to make it more than halfway down so he started working up and down, sucking and licking the head and shaft. Daddy Max continued making low growling noises, obviously loving the attention his cock was getting. Alex kept it up for another few minutes, pulled off the cock, and gave his new daddy a big kiss. Then he whispered, “Turn over, please.” Max flashed him his brilliant smile and rolled over on his stomach, his thick cock sticking out between his legs. Alex started giving his backside the same treatment as his front, kissing and licking his way down from his thick neck to his waist, then skipped his ass and worked his way down both legs. He made his way back up to the hairy ass and started kneading each ass cheek. He licked all around before finally spreading his cheeks and running his tongue up and down the sweaty crack. As he zeroed his tongue onto Daddy Max’s asshole, he let out another deep growl. Alex was learning quickly that meant he liked what he was doing. He started licking and sucking on his new Daddy’s asshole, sticking his tongue in as deeply as he could. Daddy Max arched his back and pushed out, opening his ass for the tongue. Alex licked, sucked, and tongued the delicious asshole for quite a while. He finally, reluctantly, crawled back up to where he was lying next to his new friend. They started kissing again. Alex loved the fact that Daddy Max was tasting his own ass by sucking on the tongue that had just been buried in it. “My friend, I think you just might be a keeper,” Max said to Alex. He immediately put his finger on Alex’s lips saying, “Let’s see how the rest of tonight goes and take it from there.” Alex smiled shyly and nodded. They sat up facing each other on the bunk. “So, do you think you’re up for some adventure tonight? Maybe broaden your horizons some?” Daddy Max asked. Alex got a curious look on his face, “go ahead, I’m listening.” “Good boy. I have this room for the night, so why don’t we get your hot ass in that sling and see what happens next.” “I’ve never been fucked in a sling. I think I’d like that, especially with you doing the fucking.” “I’ll definitely be doing the fucking, at first. You see, I come here quite a bit and know a lot of the regulars. If one of us finds a hot piece of ass that doesn’t mind being shared, we usually let the rest of the gang in on it. You strike me as the type that might be up for some fun like that. What do you say, stud? Although I think I can guess your answer from the way your cock is acting.” Alex looked down and not only was he rock hard, but had a stream of precum running down his shaft. His little head had already made up its mind. “To be completely fair, there’s one thing I need to tell you first. I’m HIV+,” Daddy Max said. Alex had to grab his cock and squeeze it hard to fight cumming. The fact that this hot daddy was into him, wanted to do some intense play with him, and had HIV had almost made him have an orgasm without touching himself.

It was all falling into place. I had just discovered my boyfriend of ten years was cheating on me. How did I discover it? Today, Saturday, I was sleeping in late as I recovered from a godawful, unseasonable flu. My guy had left me to work overtime, yet again, and in his hurry he had accidentally picked-up my phone, leaving his plugged into the charger. As the text message pinged, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and groggily picked up the phone and opened what I thought was a message for me Pitor: Ive not cum since we last fucked got a huge Poz load 4 u my filthy POZ cum slut? I had to re-read it as those two words jumped up off the screen at me: Poz and Fucked. The bastard was getting barebacked, then turning around and fucking ME and didn’t have the decency to say and I didn't even know the fucker bottomed as he certainly didn't for me! I was stunned. My boyfriend Grahame is cheating on me AND was fucking with a guy with HIV. I couldn't believe it and felt sick as I scrolled through a series of text and picture messages. With my heart sunk with each conversation as I realized they had been chatting and fucking for the past nine months. My stomach churned as I think back on the deceit and web of lies doing extra hours at work or dashing off to see family but as mad and pissed as I was my cock was rock hard as I read the multiple messages. Grahame: I would LOVE to get fucked by your big PA’d dick! Pitor: U know i'm POZ? Grahame: I don't care. J I want to feel ur big dick in me raw!!! As I read on it was obvious this just was not just dirty talk. Pitor Good I wanna mark ur your ass as mine! i've had to come off meds now but still have a low viral count but u can still get pozzed. ru cool with that? Grahame: ive thought about it but I cant give up on the best fucks of my life. i dont want to stop taking your cock!!! Pitor: good, i can't get enough of your ass. Grahame: Jeez my ass is still ripped, sore & bruised from yesterday. I can barely walk! You fucked me so hard. I can't get enough. I WANT MORE!!!! Pitor J yeah, followed by a picture insert I saw a little blood flecks mixed in with some cum that was dribbling from your hole. I know it was Grahame because of the series of moles on his right ass cheek. I knew you'd like my 10 inches. I love pumping my DIRTY cum deep up ur ass. Ur NEG ass is soooo fucking hot. Grahame: Yeah knock me up with ur + babies Pitor: Good coz Ive got a bonus 4 u this afternoon ;-) Grahame: That was awesome! I cant remember the last time I did ass to mouth I love it when you drill both holes! I can’t believe I’m reading this behavior coming from a guy who didn’t like to rim me because he thought doing that was too dirty-- the fucker! Pitor: yeah that was hot! glad I got to cum in each hole. U got to deep throat well even tho I choked u a few times. Grahame: No worries i fucking loved that! Having sooo much cock in my mouth was intense I almost blacked out. i can't decide if i like ur dick in my mouth or ass the most. Pitor: well i'll just have 2 keep fucking both ends like today then. Grahame: Oh yes please!!!! I’ve never felt so dumb, stupid and humiliated. Yet my cock had never been harder as their fucking tales unfolded and I realized I wasn't just upset, I was jealous. I had been missing out of being rammed by the apparently humongous cock which Grahame had been enjoying. 'Ummmm, I wish I knew what it felt like', I murmured to myself as I found myself jacking my dick. Pitor: It’s all set for this afternoon. Don’t forget to bring your leather blindfold he he I had no idea he owned a leather blindfold-- or where he kept it. The things you learn! Pitor continues: You really love POZ cock n cum up ur ass don't you and say u cant get enough so I have a plan 2 make sure u do get MORE than enough Grahame : I want it and am willing to do anything thing for your cock and cum Pitor: Anything eh? Grahame: Yes, yes, YES! In a trance reading all these reckless indiscretions I realized I was furiously wacking myself, and a huge amount of my pre-cum had pooled on my abs. Pitor: so what did you think of my Polish friends Pawel & Kris? Grahame: bloody fantastic m8 great big cocks rammed in both ends switching back and forth whats not to like? Glad they came first b4 you used that jagged PA on me. Pitor: yeah cum as lube is best, especially when its freshly diagnosed as POZ cum Grahame : Hell yes! Pitor: They’re in town a few more days. u wanna play some more with them? Grahame: YES!!! as much as we can!!!! But without the blindfold this time as I want to watch their faces and look into their eyes as they shoot their payload into me. Really want 2 make this happen…Harry and me have played around with guys in the past but always safe and I hate condoms so now I’m probably Poz from all the fucking WE have done Harry and me can bareback all the time and not worry. As u wont let me cum when we fuck I’m sooooo horny by the time I get home I’ve been fucking Harry almost every time I get to bed he must be POZ by now too! Pitor: Sweet my strain lives on Grahame: I’ve called in sick i wanna get fucked by them all RIGHT NOW. I notice there is a couple of weeks’ gap now between their conversations Pitor: when ru gonna get tested? Grahame: NO point, I’ve felt like crap for the past 2 weeks with what must be fuck flu but all good now can’t wait to ride your death stick again. Pitor: Great! i've got another friend u’ll like. Hes looking to become poz too. CUM over Tears ran down my face as I read about Grahame’s conversion party and confirmation of his seroconversion and realised from his symptoms that I was almost certainly also seroconverting. When I came to this realization, my cock exploded, shooting the biggest load of my life as my poz cum flew everywhere, giving me a real sense of perverse accomplishment, knowing that I could see this as an all around positive outcome as I could now share my seed and TOP for the first time. Without hesitation I scooted over to my laptop, open the web browser and post a BBRTS advertisement which read “Hung Poz Cock Seeking a Neg chaser".

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

7. Seth "Fuck me," I moaned. Cal's tongue was pressing into me, and it wasn't enough. I needed something bigger inside of me, something more masculine, more potent, more alive. Even though I had barely been barebacking for twelve hours, and bottoming for less than a third of that time, there was a brutal compulsion that I could not control. I had seen porn movies before where the bottom seemed almost out of control, that their life and happiness were totally dependent on getting fucked and bred. Until now, I hadn't understood that need. But now, this need was more than just understandable. It seemed like the natural state of things. I wanted men to put their cocks inside of me. I wanted them to fuck me. Most of all, I wanted them to breed me. The only measure of my worth was how many loads I could accumulate over the course of a day. "Fuck me. Please," I grunted, as Cal relentless licked my hole, teasing me with what could be. "You want it, boy?" Jon asked. He was now standing beside me. I looked down; his thick daddy cock was hard again. There was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It was a fluid that should have been released inside of me, not left to dissipate into thin air. "Yes," I said. I tried not to sound too desperate, but every second without a dick inside of me was agony. Cal's tongue was good, but it wasn't Jon's tongue. Nor was it Jon's cock. "Fuck me." "Of course, boy," Jon said. He ran his hand down my torso, tracing out the muscles before following the line down to my cock. "Seems like you're pretty turned on by all of this?" "Yeah," I said. "I am." "That's good," Jon continued. "A young man like you should always be horny." He leaned in and kissed me. "A young man like you should always be getting fucked. Or fucking." He was right. Of course, he had the experience that came with age, but even I, still young, still barely a barebacker, knew that he was right. "Always," he said, as he moved behind me, and insinuated his cock into my crack. He was already hard and his dickhead pressed up against my hole. "You want my hole?" I asked, arching my back. I tried my best to sound like this was my choice, but I failed. There were only two ways this could work out. The first was Jon fucking me and the second was me fucking Jon. Either way, a dick needed to be in a hole. "You want it?" I asked again, this time not even attempting to hide the need in my voice. "I do. But I think you need it worse. Don't you, boy? Don't you need my cock?" "Please," I murmured and I rubbed my ass up and down along his shaft. "I need your cock." "You need my load?" he asked. "Don't you need my load inside of you?" "Please," I repeated. "I need your load." For a brief moment, the sex fog lifted, and I realized exactly what I had asked for. I had asked Jon for his load. He had told me he was positive, and I had just asked him to cum inside me. But, then I remembered. I had taken a drug earlier that day, and it no longer mattered. Sex was safe again, even when it was bareback. "Of course boy. Any time you want it, it's yours for the asking." Jon wrapped one arm around my chest. His dark hair contrasted with my light, smooth skin. It only emphasized the differences between us: maturity and youth, man and boy, poz and neg, and most of all in that moment, top and bottom. With his other hand, he reached down and aligned his cock with my hole. I pressed back, Jon pushed forward, and with barely any resistance, his cock re-entered my body. "Oh hell yes," he said. "That's a hot fucking hole." "Feel all that cum up there?" Cal asked. "Feel it in that slutty hole?" "Oh yeah," Jon grunted. He was pushing deeper into me, finding the well-used route into my body. "My load. Your load. Jean-Paul's load." He pulled out, just enough to distribute some of the accumulated semen along my hole. "He was born to take cock." I could see the two of them just barely reflected in the glass of the window. Cal started to stroke his cock, and then he leaned in and kissed Jon. The two stayed lip-locked as Jon pushed his cock the rest of the way inside of me. "All the way," Jon said when he finally broke off the kiss. In the reflection, Cal whispered something in Jon's ear. I could just barely hear it. "...potential to spread it," he ended, as he raised Jon's arm and buried his nose in the man's armpit. "Of course," Jon said, agreeing with whatever Cal had whispered. "He's born for this." Jon turned his attention back to me. "You've been dreaming of getting it raw, haven't you?" "Yeah," I said. "Every time I jerk off." I took a deep breath. "I'm never going back to condoms." But it didn't matter. There were better ways to stay safe than a thick, impervious rubber sheath around what should be close, warm, and intimate. "Don't be fooled," Cal said. "Every man wants to go raw. Every. Man." "Well, of course the three of you do," I said. Jon was deep inside me now, slowly thrusting in and out of me. He was edging himself, pushing himself closer and closer to orgasm. I didn't mind his pace. I had already gotten his load once. This time, we could relax and enjoy the journey. Having him so close to me was important. I needed his body pressed against mine and his raw cock buried inside me was as close to a paradise as I would ever find. "i want you inside me raw." "I know," Jon said. "It's good, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said. Just as the weed was starting to taper off, the drink was hitting me. Both drugs were affecting my mind, each of them re-enforcing the other and pushing me towards a world where only pleasure mattered. "I love feeling you inside me," I said. "Inside you raw," Jon murmured in response, gently pushing himself deeper into me. "Sex the way it was meant to be." "And now it's safe," I said. "Just a pill," Jon said. It was just a pill. Every day. And I wouldn't have to worry about men like Jon. I could enjoy them for what they were: beautiful, arousing, sexual creatures. All I had to do was remember to take a pill once a day. It would be easy. There wasn't much that would keep me from a quick pill, once a day. Especially given the peace of mind that it brought. "Just remember to take it tomorrow," he said. I twisted my head back to meet his lips. We kissed and his tongue probed my mouth. I was happy to have met Jon, and thankful that he was the first one to fuck me raw. We had talked so much about barebacking over the past few months, it seemed almost impossible that it was happening, and not just happening, but happening for the second time. Jon had been there for me so many times: validating my terrors of barebacking, but also reassuring me about the pleasures. Luckily, the terrors were rapidly receding. Jon's raw cock felt amazing inside of me, and I was reveling in the freedom that raw sex was providing. Jon could pull out, but another man would quickly take his place. It could have been Cal, it could have been Jean-Paul. Or maybe it could be a stranger, someone totally unknown, yet eager to enjoy my hole. My cock throbbed, thinking about the possibilities. "I want you to cum in me again," I whispered to Jon. There was so much I wanted to tell him: about how good he felt, about how glad I was that he was inside of me raw, about how badly I wanted another man inside of me, and about how I'd never defile myself again with latex. But for now, that short phrase would cover all those thoughts. "I want you to cum in me again," I repeated. "Of course," Jon said. "I hate wasting cum. And you are such a worthy hole to shoot in." We had found a steady rhythm to our fucking, his cock sliding in and out of me, my hips forcing myself further on his shaft. "I can feel how hungry you are," he continued. "I need your cum," I said. I was turning into one of the bottoms I saw in porn flicks, always getting fucked and always hungry for another load. A fifty load weekend no longer seemed like an insane quest; rather it felt like just a good start on the coming week. "I want more." "More?" Jon asked me. "You know that tomorrow is the day for you." "Tomorrow?" I asked. It seemed like such a long way away. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to last that long. "Tomorrow is the party in your honor. How many do you want?" "Loads? Or men?" "Does it matter?" Cal chimed in. "I'm sure you can take it, no matter what it is." "No," I said. "As many as I can get. Six? Seven? Eight?" I didn't want to seem greedy, but at the same time, I wanted everything I could get. This was my life now, a life of freedom and exploration, where sex was common and safe, and the last of my fears were fading away. "I think that can happen," Jon said. "Easily." "Hell," Cal said. "He'll get at least six loads tonight, if not more." He turned to me, kissed me, then whispered in my ear. "Fucking cumslut," he said. "Taking every load you can." He kissed me again. "Fucking jealous of you." "Don't mind Cal," Jon said. "He's a greedy bottom." Earlier in the day, I wouldn't have understood that at all. But now it was far too easy to comprehend. The need for seed could be all-consuming. At least I had Jon's cock in my ass as I was contemplating this idea. If I had been alone, it would have driven me insane with desire. "But tonight, it's all for you." "It is," Cal said. "I'm jealous, but I've had years to collect seed. You're still young. And innocent." The two men laughed at the comment; it was clear that they had spent a long time together and had developed a personal language. I wondered what meanings they were imputing to "young and innocent" and what I needed to be wary of. But it wasn't time for philosophizing. It was time for fucking. Jon pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in. I pressed up against the window, momentarily terrified that it wouldn't be able to withstand the attack. But the window held up against my weight, my hole swallowed Jon's cock, and the world was right again. All that I needed was another load inside of me. "Cum in me," I grunted. "Please?" "Of course," Jon said. "But I'm having too much fun doing this and I don't want to cum too soon." He pushed his dick back into me. This time I could feel the drip of pre-cum into my hole, lubricating me for the continued fuck. "Oh fuck yeah," he said. "So fucking good." His cock was stiff and long, and he was using it to the best advantage to slide in and out of my hole. I knew just how he felt: like a man, a man enjoying himself. It was good that he was using me like this. He deserved to feel good. "You don't have to stop," I said. "Fuck me as long as you want." "Or as I need," Jon said. "Come on," Cal said. "Give the boy a break. Plenty of time this weekend. And I think dinner's almost ready." "You're right," Jon said. He turned his attention back to me. "You want to be a greedy boy and get a load now? Or wait for after dinner?" I leaned back on his cock. "Now," I said. "And then another one after." "We'll have to see about that," Jon said. "But definitely one for you right now." He started to thrust his cock harder, forcing himself as deep as he could get. "That's just such a nice hole. So warm." "So wet with cum," Cal said. He leaned in and kissed me. "Three loads up there," he said. "And you're going to get a fourth. Must feel great." "Yeah," I said. "It feels fucking amazing." Jon had been fucking raw for years. He'd almost been fucking longer than I had been alive. I was jealous of all the men who had gotten his load before me. I wanted all of the loads, and didn't want to share. Jon continued to thrust in me, and I had to push back against him with all my strength. I looked out the window at the sun setting on the city-scoped below. I wondered if people could see me, naked, a hot older man pounding my ass. If they could see me, I wondered what they thought. I wondered if they knew how badly I had wanted exactly this, and how many nights I had jerked off fantasizing about a man fucking me raw. Cal has been reading my mind. "If the light's on, yeah, people can see in." I tried to step back, but was quickly reminded that right behind me was Jon and his hard dick. It jammed another quarter inch inside of me. In any other context, it was barely anything at all. But in my tender hole, it felt like several times that. "Oh, fuck yes," Jon said. I was now truly impaled on his cock. If he came, his load would go straight into my gut. It wouldn't be long before my body absorbed the semen and a part of Jon would be permanently a part of me. I might be just another hole to fuck for Jon, but he'd always be the first guy that came in me. I wanted to treasure the memory of that load. "Oh hell yes," Jon grunted again, slamming his cock into my hole. He gasped. "Oh Fuck," he moaned, and his cock throbbed. There was an explosion of warmth in my body that I knew was his cum. Jon had cum a second time inside of me, and I was barely satisfied. I clenched my ass, milking out every drop of his precious semen. "Oh yeah. Milk out that cum." He pulled out, then pressed back into me. "Every drop." Another jet of jizz shot into my body and with it, another wave of pleasure washed over me. Having a man truly cum in me was still a new sensation. It had happened many times with a rubber, but bareback was still utterly new. I didn't yet have the words to explain the sensations. "It's good," Jon continued. "It's so good." His body was pressed up against mine, his sweaty, hairy chest pinned against my back. "Cumming inside you," he grunted, as more cum leaked out of his cock and into me. "Another load?" a new voice said. I turned my head as best I could, and barely saw JP framed in a doorway. "Yeah," Cal said. "Number four for our new boy." "Well, if we're going to get loads five through ten into him, you're going to need some food. Dinner's ready." Cal, not deeply fitted together like Jon and I, bounded over to Jean-Paul. He gave the older man a deep kiss, as the man's right hand disappeared into Cal's sweatpants, cupping and squeezing his ass. Cal said something, but he was too far away for me to hear it. "We should join them," Jon said. His cock was starting to soften inside of me. "Tonight, I can sleep with my dick inside you." My dick throbbed at the possibility of having Kevin all night. Things that were too hard to pull off with rubbers suddenly became possible bareback. There were so few negatives with barebacking and so many positives. I could fall asleep with a cock inside me. Getting double-fucked no longer seemed so scary. I could have three hung men in a row pound my hole multiple times. Finally, I could feel so close with the man I was having sex with. The only real negative was AIDS, and that wasn't a problem any more. Jon pulled himself out of me, and it jerked me back to reality. "It's easy to get lost," Jon said. "I've been there. Need something to keep you grounded." He pulled me close with an arm wrapped around my waist. "Pull up your sweats, and let's get some food." Dinner was perfect JP had made a salad, pork chops and some grilled cauliflower. It was just enough food to leave me satisfied without feeling full. "What's for dessert?" Cal asked, after JP had re-filled our wine glasses, and Jon had passed around a freshly packed bong. The alcohol and weed were making me feel warm and lazy; I wanted to get naked, curl up with one of the naked "Well, I didn't make anything," JP said. "But I know two boys who could use a cream filling." He was staring at me. "I know Jon got another round with you. My turn now." It could have been a question, but it wasn't. He was asserting what was his, and daring me to contradict him. He didn't need to bother. As soon as he mentioned it, my hole started to twitch in anticipation. "You want to take care of Seth?" Jon asked. "I've already had seconds. And I think Cal is feeling left out of the fun." I glanced at Cal, seated across from me. He started to smile. "Finally," Cal said. "Well," Jean-Paul continued. "It sounds like we know what we want. Shall we head back to the bedroom?" "Sure," Jon said. "We'll worry about the dishes later." He stood up, and took Cal's hand. They headed out of the dining room towards the bedroom, leaving me alone with Jean-Paul. "How are you doing," he asked me, standing up and offering me his hand. "Good," I said. "Really good." I was definitely feeling the wine and the weed, but in a good way. It took the edge off and removed some inhibitions. JP pulled me close to him; pressed up against his warm body, I could smell the accumulated sweat, lube, and hint of cum from our earlier fucking. I leaned in to kiss him; he accepted my tongue readily. "I want to get back in you," he said. "Feel all those loads up your hole." "I want you inside me. I want you to cum in me again." Through our sweatpants, I could feel his cock growing hard. Even soft, it was thick and heavy; hard, it was almost a monster. It was only the beginning of the weekend, and I wondered if I could take two more days of being fucking by dicks like this. But that was something to think about later. For now, I just wanted his cock back inside me. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," JP said. He grabbed the bong off the table and handed it to me. "Do another hit for me. I want to see what you do when you're stoned." "Are you?" I asked. "After you," he said. I took the hint, and held the lighter by the bowl. I took a big hit, enjoying the sound of the smoke bubbling through the water. I held the hit as I handed the bong to JP. He followed my lead, and did another hit. We exhaled simultaneously, our bodies briefly hidden by the smoke. "Ready?" he asked. "Hell yeah," I said. He pulled me close, and pushed down my sweat pants, leaving me naked. My cock was sticking out, hard and erect, and my ass was exposed, ready for a man to penetrate it. "My turn," I said, and pulled his sweats down. He was wearing a jockstrap underneath them, the mesh fabric straining to contain his manhood. I ran my hand over the pouch. His cock was like a snake cornered, twitching and trembling, trying to escape from its constraints. "You want that, don't you?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." "You want to do it here? Or in the bedroom?" "Your choice," I said. All I cared about was when I got it; at this point, I would have bent over on a street corner if I thought it meant getting dick sooner. "Bedroom," he said. "Gotta keep tabs on Cal and Jon, before they get too crazy." I wondered what Jon and Cal might be doing that the four of us had not already done. "Come on," he said. He walked out of the dining room, taking off his jock strap and letting it fall to the floor. His ass was thick and muscular. I hadn't cum since this morning, and my cock needed relief just as badly as JP's did. I wanted to bury my dick deep inside JP and feel his warm hole wrap itself around my tool. Of course, I also wanted to shoot my load into him as well. I followed him into the bedroom. Cal and Jon were on the bed already, Cal's legs spread and up in the air and Jon already inside of him. The two of them had their arms wrapped around each other, and were whispering to each other. JP and I were far enough away that it was an indistinct murmur. "Guess we're on the couch," JP said, motioning me towards a black leather couch. It was at an angle to the bed, arranged so that we could watch the two men on the bed, or look out the window at the sunset. JP sat down on the couch, his erect shaft sticking straight up. "Come here boy," he said to me. I straddled him and pushed my ass back against his dick. "You want it?" he asked. I was facing him, staring into his brown eyes and studying his grey-flecked stubble. He was at that indeterminate age of "older:" perhaps early forties, maybe even a well-preserved sixties. But age didn't matter here; the only thing that did matter was his cock. It was nuzzled up against my hole, waiting to penetrate me. "Ready?" he asked. He didn't need to do any explanation of what he meant by that. We both had the same goal. "Yeah," I said. "Good." He put a hand on my waist, and reached around to guide his cock into my hole. His cockhead slid in, almost too easily. It was the fifth time I had gotten fucked that evening, and my hole was relaxed and ready. "Oh yeah," he said, as the head disappeared into my body. "Fucking nice hole. Fucking nice spermy hole." "Oh god," I moaned, feeling his manhood press into my body. "Oh fuck yes," "Give him what he needs," Jon called out, hearing my grunts and moans. "You know he can handle it." "Ignore him," JP said. He craned his neck, I leaned in, and we kissed. His stubble was rough against my face, but that was the way it should be. There was no mistaking he was a man as his thick cock pushed into me; the stubble only re-enforced that. "What do you need? What do you want?" "Your cock," I said. "Yes, boy?" he replied. He was laying claim to me, that much was clear from his tone, and it made me happy. I had always tried to control my fantasies. I had read so much on the internet: from groups to barebacking, from partying to leather, from bondage to role play, what turned me seemed limitless. I had been raised to be a good boy, and between the barebacking, the wine, and the pot, that short lifetime of indoctrination was quickly fading away. To be his boy, his personal toy seemed like the best thing I could do at the moment. "What else?" "Your load," I continued. He kissed me again, working his way down my face, throat, and finally reaching my smooth chest. "What else?" "Jon's cum." This time he didn't have to say a word. He just lifted his eyebrow, and I knew he expected more from me. "Cal's cum." "And?" "Anyone's cum." He smiled at me. Admitting I would take anyone's cum was a small price to pay. I would do anything to see that smile again. "That's my boy," he said, and kissed me gently. As soon as he broke off the kiss, he slammed his cock into me. "Cumhole," he said, as my body shook from the impact. He kissed me again. "Just how I like them. Innocent on the outside, perverted on the inside." "I try," I said. Jean-Paul's raw cock was remorselessly thrusting into me. That was the fundamental perversion of the night: I was letting another man bareback me. There seemed to be nothing more perverted or anything more transgressive than the simple act of two men having sex the way it had always been. The condom had so quickly become an inevitable part of sex that we, as men, had forgotten how unnatural it was. But, at the same time, until very recently, the condom was critical. Jon had told me that the entire family, Jon, Jean-Paul, and Cal, were all HIV-positive. "How long for you?" I asked, between bouncing up and down on JP's shaft. "I mean, being..." I hesitated. It was not my place to ask this deeply personal question. But, JP had his cock buried in my ass and was dripping pre-cum into me. There was not much that seemed to be off-limits between the two of us. "Poz?" JP asked. He pushed me down on to his cock, reminding me exactly who was fucking whom. "Yeah," I said. "When did you get it?" "Well. I found out twenty years ago. August 10th." "You remember?" "Some dates you never forget." "Do you know how you got it?" I asked. Once more, I wondered if I was getting too personal. But there was still the unmistakable presence of JP's manhood in my gut, leaking the virus he had acquired so many years ago into me. It didn't matter now; I was protected. But I was still curious. "I was younger. Lost. I had broken up with my college boyfriend, ten years after we had moved in together." He stared at me for a moment. "You want to hear the ramblings of an old man?" "Yeah," I said. It was the honest answer. I did want to hear his story. "Fucking hot older man. DILF." "Thanks. Anyway. I was lost after that. Started going to circuit parties. All-night, drug-fueled dance parties, a sea of almost naked, muscle men. Hooking up with the men I met there. It was all about living in the moment, giving ourselves over to pleasure. We knew the risks, but condoms were too much trouble." His gaze lost focus as the memories of those years hit him. At first, it was hard for me to tell if the memories were good ones or bad ones. But then, I felt his dick push deeper into me, lubricated by the steady drip of his pre-cum. "And?" I asked. "Two weeks after a party in Palm Springs, got really sick. Was in the hospital for a few days. They did the blood test, and found out why I was sick." "HIV?" "Exactly. I want to say finding out gave me the kick to make my life better. But it didn't. Not by a long shot. It made it worse. More parties. More drugs. More men. And now I no longer had to worry about catching anything. So more unsafe sex." "What about now?" Jean-Paul seemed so adult, so in control of his life that it was hard for me to imagine that he was once an out-of-control party boy. "I mean, it's not what you are now is it?" "Well. I'm a lot better now. There's still the occasional bit of fun." He pushed his cock into me; I was clearly the bit of fun for the night. "It wasn't until I met Jon that I really started to clean up and calm down. But that was nearly four years later." I kissed him. It was hard to think of anything else I could do in that moment to get closer to him. My body was pressed against his, my tongue was in his mouth, and his cock was in my gut. My cock was hard as a rock, thinking about everything he had done and the experiences I wanted to share with him. "Any regrets?" "About my life?" he asked. I nodded. "No. Can't have regrets. There's no opportunity to go back and fix things." This time he kissed me. We didn't have to say anything; even as young and innocent as I was, I intuitively understood what he was telling me. "But it's a lot easier now. You've got PrEP, and don't have to be afraid of the freedom." There was another pause. In the background, I could hear Cal and Jon fucking. "You?" he started. "Are you scared at all?" "Yeah," I said. "I was. I barely fucked until college. And even though I fantasized about barebacking, I didn't dare do it until today." "You trust it?" "Of course," I said. "It works. I read a lot about it, before I started." The first time I heard about it, it seemed too good to be true. A pill that would protect me. "And Jon told me a lot about it as well." JP grinned. "And I get to reap the benefits of it. You're a real barebacker now." "Yeah. I am. Not going back either." "That's what I like to hear from a man. Any other kinks you want to explore?" "Well, uh," I stumbled. I knew I shouldn't be ashamed of what turned me on, but I blushed when I thought about the porn I had downloaded and all of the freaky stuff I had jerked off and shot my load to. Besides barebacking, there was one thing that reliably got me off. "Yeah. There is." "Yes?" JP asked, arching his eyebrow. "But, um, well." I stopped again. I wondered what JP would say. I hadn't even talk about this with Jon, much less the husband I had only met a few hours earlier. "I always get off to bondage movies." As I said it, I hadn't realized how fast my heart was racing. "Bondage?" he asked. There was a hint of tension in his voice. He was playing his cards close to his chest; it was hard to tell if it was excitement or condemnation. "You mean, like rope and restraints?" "Yeah," I said. "It's just, just the way I am." "No," he said. "It's cool. Better, it's very cool." He leaned in, the smile on his face was conspiratorial. "Jon and Cal. Doesn't do anything for them. But me. Nothing gets me harder than tying up a boy." In my gut, it was hard to tell if the feelings were from excitement, or the white shaft of marble that was JP's cock slamming into me. "I've never done it before though," I said, scared that telling him the truth would turn him off. "Doesn't matter. We can go slow." He closed his eyes, slammed his cock into me, and let out a gusher of pre-cum. "The thought of you. Rope around your body. Tethered down. Straining against the shackles, but ultimately powerless. Fuck!" He pulled his cock out, then slammed it into me. "I want to do that. To you. With you." He opened his eyes and stared at me. My hand went to my dick, almost involuntarily. I was barebacking with a hot older man. A dirty old man who wanted to tie me up. A man who wanted to tie me up, and fuck me. It was too many jerk-off fantasies colliding into reality, and my cock was dripping precum. "You like that boy?" "Fuck yeah," I said. I was jacking my cock furiously now, at least two strokes for every stroke of JP's stiff cock. "You'd let me tie you up?" I nodded. "Make you totally helpless?" I nodded again. "You know, I could do anything I wanted to you." I nodded once more. "I know." I was not the only one edging ever closer to orgasm thinking about the possibilities. "Anything you wanted." His cock was deep in me. "I've already let you cum in me." Things slowed down for me. I could feel every tiny movement of his cock, even the faint throb of his heartbeat. "I know," he said. His cock penetrated a millimeter deeper into me. It hardly made a difference, but in the moment, it mattered. He was inside of me. Dripping in me. "I want to cum in you again." Pressed against my ass, I could feel his balls, full and heavy with cum. They pulled in to his body, getting ready for the impending orgasm. "Fill you with my load." "Do it," I said. "Fill me with your poz load." That needed to be said. As soon as I said it, time flipped. In less than the blink of an eye, JP had grabbed my hands, pulled them off my cock, slammed his own shaft far into my body, and for an agonizing moment, the world stopped. "Cum in me." "Fuck," he said, and a spurt of cum slammed down the length of his cock, directly into my body. It was quickly followed by a second one, and then a third. "Fuck," he said, before giving me a kiss, and shooting a fourth load of his dirty cum in me.

***Okay, I toyed with a couple of ideas for this next bit. I'll post this one for now, and maybe later a slight variation if it works out the way I like.*** “So you want this fuckin’ AIDS seed?” he asked me. As if he even had to ask?! I had literally just got done fighting him for it. I began to swivel my hips and ride his stiff prick, desperate for another helping. “You’re so fucked up,” he said. “You know you’re going to get infected if you keep this up.” “That’s kind of the point,” I panted. Just as it seemed that he might be getting into it, he clearly had a powerful pang of guilt and he flung me off of him once again. “No! You can’t do this,” he protested, jumping up off of the bed. “I won’t do this to you. You seem like a really nice guy, I can’t be responsible.” “I am responsible!” I retorted. “So am I. I shouldn’t have given in the first time. I was weak, but I need to stay strong -that’s my responsibility ever since diagnosis.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me off of the bed, down the hall to the bathroom, where he shoved me into the shower, turned it on, and proceeded to practically rape my ass with the shower douche! “This might not help, but you’ll thank me in the morning,” he growled to me as I struggled against him. I might have had the upper hand when I was sitting on top of him, but standing up I was no match -he’s twice my size! When he was done with rinsing me out he dried me off, threw my clothes at me and dragged me out to the car. I had no idea where he was taking me -this was the strangest hook-up I’ve ever had. Five minutes later he was pulling up to the ER. What the fuck?! “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I moaned. “My buddy works in the ER. He’ll give you some pills to clear you. Come on,” he growled, hopping out of the car and coming around to my side when I didn’t bother to open the door. “If you were going to make me take these, why didn’t you just keep fucking me and let us both enjoy ourselves?” I complained. He seemed stumped. In his panic to take the weight of the toxic world on his shoulders, he didn’t even imagine he could just have fun for a while before getting me all medicated up. After a few minutes pondering, a slight grin pulled at his lips. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal. You go in and get the meds from my buddy, and when I take you home we can fuck again. Nothing to worry about at that point.” “Deal,” I replied confidently, the wheels in my brain already churning. “One more thing-” “What?” he sighed in exasperation. “Do you have a name or should I just call you ‘selfish asshole’?” He laughed. “Selfish asshole? Really?” “Well, that’s what I’ve been calling you in my head, so I just figured-” “Will. My name is Will.” “Fine. Will. I’m Stephen.” We walked into the ER, which was surprisingly quiet for that time of night. I would have figured all kinds of crap went down in the middle of the night. Knifings, shootings, overdoses. A seriously hunky doctor came straight for us, smiling at Will. “Will, what’s up?” “Hey, Josh. I need a little favor,” he said furtively, making a slight nod in my direction. “What’s the problem?” Josh asked. “We got a little carried away earlier and things got a little . . . unsafe,” he told his buddy as diplomatically as possible. “Can you give him that medication you told me about?” Josh smiled at me and said, “Sure, follow me. Will, you can stay here for a few minutes. Won’t take long.” I followed Josh to an exam room and he had me sit on one of those awful cushioned tables with the paper on top of it. And then he stared me down. “So, things got out of hand?” he leered. Subtle, why doesn’t he do the ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge,’ too? “He came in me without a condom. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I blurted out. The look of surprise on his handsome face was priceless. “Well, you do realize that he has quite a high viral load at this point.” “I’m aware of that,” I told him coolly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he tried to conceal it. He went to a cabinet off to my right to retrieve the medication they’d been discussing. As he reached up to the top shelf, the blue hospital issue shirt he wore under the white doctor coat hiked up and revealed a small biohazard tattoo just above his right hip bone. Interesting. Pills in hand, he turned back to me. I could see that the bulge in his crotch had started to stir and grow, not obscenely, but something had ticked his pulse up a notch. “So, it doesn’t bother you to have unmedicated men breed you?” he asked. I’m not into playing games so I told him boldly, “I love it.” His eyebrows shot up and his smile was huge. As was the bulge, now growing before my very eyes. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some of my own to take home with you as long as you take this in front of me,” he said, waving the packet of meds at me. “Fine,” was all I could say. Despite how brutalized my hole felt after that violent douching, it was twitching in anticipation. So was my dick, which was tenting huge in the front of my pants. I popped the pills in my mouth, turned around and waved my ass at him. I immediately felt his hands on my hips, and then he pulled my pants down to my ankles. “Off,” he ordered, so I lifted first one foot and then the other to shake myself free of my pants. Not about to waste any time, plus in a hospital we couldn’t know if someone would come looking for him, he quickly lined his dick up to my waiting hole. He teased the opening for a couple of seconds, and I could feel that his dick head was nice and fat, and then he shoved forward, driving at least half of his shaft into me. I groaned in my mouth, trying to contain myself so we wouldn’t draw attention to us. He held onto my hips and leaned back, watching his dick slamming in and out of my ravaged hole. Knowing that he was occupied with the view, I took the opportunity to spit the pills out that I’d pretended to swallow. I had held them between a couple of molars so that they wouldn’t dissolve at all in any of my saliva, and in my palm they were still fully in tact. “You guys must have had a good time,” he commented. “Your hole is bleeding.” I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised after that shower scene, but I was. “It is?” “Don’t worry, not a lot. But some streaks on my dick. Don’t matter, it’ll just lube your hole for my dick. And his. I assume he’s going to fuck you again after you leave here.” “That’s the plan,” I told him. “Then it’s a good thing we got you squared away now so you can settle in and enjoy yourself,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming me hard. “You want it?” “Give it to me,” I hissed. He stifled a low growl in clenched teeth as his balls erupted in my ass, flooding me with toxic seed. I was in heaven and I never wanted that feeling to end. But as with all good things . . . We straightened up, set our clothes properly, and exited the room as professionally as possible, no one the wiser as to what had just happened in the examination room. Josh walked me out to the waiting room and Will. They shook hands, smiled, and made a couple of minutes of small talk. “He’s all set,” Josh told him. “Have at it. Free pass tonight,” he told him slyly, turning to leave, but stopping to say his good-bye to me. “Thanks, doc. I really appreciate your bedside manner,” I said, unable to control my grin. We shook hands and then I turned to follow Will out, turning to see Josh staring at the pills I had slipped into his hand. He shook his head at me, but the smile on his face told me he wasn’t pissed, and the tent in his pants made his real feelings perfectly clear. He gave me a wink, and then pulled his white lab coat closed to conceal his hard-on, and then turned and left. Back in the car, Will looked over at me for a moment, then leaned across and planted a kiss on me that went all the way down to my toes. “See, it wasn’t so bad. Now we’ve got all night to enjoy and not worry.” If only he knew . . .

ATM is mandatory in my playroom. I want to go back and forth constantly while you are on the fuck bench. I have never been told that any of my bottoms have had an issue. I clean other top's cocks direct from ass before felching...and I have never had an issue at all. My men know how to clean deep and I use a lube (H20 Anal) that has no taste.

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i literally take hundreds of anonymous loads every month from total strangers.most of the time i don't even see the faces of the guys fucking me n breeding me.they just mount me from behind or I'm laying in a bathhouse sling blindfolded just letting guy after guy pump loads of cum into me.i don't know names, looks, ages, race, status or anything about what they look like or who they are.im just the community owned fuckslut that guys use for a cumdumpster.i get blindfolded at breeders apts usually and i take tons of loads in the bathhouse sling usually blindfolded plus the way the sling room is lit the bottom can't really see the tops fucking him and i don't see any of the guys that breed me on the fuckbench from behind and its dark when i take loads in porntheatres.i took over 100 loads last weekend and only saw 2 breeders faces.dont know their names either though.i can never get enough anonymous cum dumped in me by strangers. when i leave the bathhouse with 30-40 loads in me from a bunch of random strangers I'm so horny i go find more at an outdoor cruising spot or on grindr or bbrt.i have literally been fucked bareback and cum inside by hundreds and hundreds of nameless men i could never recognize

Game Quest: Part 2 About a week passed, and I had purposely stayed out of the game. Instead, I went onto the hook up site, Daddies4bois and altered my profile slightly so that it couldn’t be matched up with my gaming profile, changed my location to the other side of the country to provide a false sense of security to open up to a stranger, and then contacted him there. In the week that followed, we messaged back and forth all the while, probing him deeper about his fantasies and kinks, and joyfully having to explain to him many in the process. He was truly innocent, but had definitely been exposed to kinky vids and sites on the internet. What he didn’t know, I took it upon myself to educate or “expose” him to. During the process, what I discovered about him was innumerable, and his curiosity was never ending. Ah, to be 19 again. It was also a great opportunity to lead him to where I would want a boy to be: TPE slavery, group play, sm, and because of my newly acquired status, risky bareback sex and pozzing. The issue of HIV and barebacking brought up the most questions and he was the most apprehensive to barebacking. So, I barraged him with tons of videos and websites showing him how hot it would be for him if he was a poz sub boy for pervy daddies. Soon his questions abated and he began to ask if I had more vids about boys being “bred” raw. Of course I gladly obliged, and sent him vid after vid, happy that it looks like I got him hooked on the fetish and being a dirty little slut boy. After a week or two, I started to encourage him to actively reach out and look for someone local to hook up with for real, a dominate daddy figure that would own and take care of him. We talked about this for hours, and probed him about older guys he knew, that might serve as a good mentor. Then it happened. My phone rang, and I looked at the screen to see a local number that I didn’t know. I answered and sure enough it was the same voice I had heard many times in the online quest voice chats. “Hi.” said the voice in the loudspeaker. “Is this Dionysies?” “Is this Dionysies, what…?”, I responded. “That’s number 5 boy.” “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t know we were still on the quest Sir.” “That’s ok boy.” I responded. “What’s up? I’m Rog by the way, but continue calling me ‘sir’ that works just as well.” “Thanks Sir, I’m Greg” “Did you still want to do cosplay with me Sir?” he asked. “Of course, boy the offer is still open. When are your free?” “I’m pretty much free all of the time Sir.” He responded sadly. “What about tomorrow then boy? I get off work at 5.” “That’s ok with me Sir, where will we go play Sir?” “You don’t have any costumes is that right?” “No Sir” “Well since you don’t have a costume, why don’t you come over here and you can borrow one of mine. You can choose whatever you like, I have some nice medieval ones.” “Cool Sir! I love medieval Sir! Castles and dragons and dungeons are so cool Sir!’ “I thought you might boy! Also tomorrow’s good ‘cause I can call some friends that I’ve played with before to see who’s free to join in.” I added. “They’re very experienced and would be happy to show you the ropes too.” “I don’t want to drag down the game, but I think I’m a quick learner Sir. Would they be ok with a newbie.” “Oh yes, very! I know them pretty well, and trust me, they will have no problem getting you into your role and leading you down the right path. As long as you prove as obedient as you do online, there’s not much else to worry about.” I giggled a bit here, but he continued with an enthusiastic: “OH cool Sir! It really sounds like fun!” “It definitely will be boy.” I said. “And by the way boy, that was number 6,” I chuckled. “I’m sorry Sir” he said then met my laugh. “It’s ok boy, you’re learning. Here’s my address… I’ll see you at 5:30, don’t eat we’ll take care of dinner as part of playtime. You can park your car in front of the garage.” “Ok Sir, I won’t Sir.” He hesitated, then added, “Sir, I don’t drive, I’ll be on my bike, I think it will take about 40 minutes Sir.” “That’s ok boy, there’s room for your bike,” I laughed, “just make sure you’re here by 5:30.” “Yes, Sir. I will Sir.” “Good boy” I said gently. “Now, we’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yes Sir.” “Good bye for now. Get plenty of rest tonight, real-life play is more physical than online quests.” “Yes, Sir, I will Sir. Good bye Sir.” I hung up the phone. Sweet!! I said to myself, everything is paying off, and mentally ran through everything I needed to get ready.

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I was on a business trip and was horny as hell. I checked out a couple hook up sites but didn't get much response. Finally on Bbrts I got an oink and a note "breed me daddy". Hell yes. I messaged back that I was staying at a nearby hotel and had a king size bed and a hard Dick ready to fuck. He said he would be over in 15 min. He wanted to know if I had poppers. As a matter-of-fact I did. When he knocked on the door I was horny for ass. He was a few years younger than me and bearish. He started mouthing my cock through my underware. That got my attention. He got undressed and lay in the bed his head and mouth on my now naked crotch. He sucked a licked my cock as we both hit poppers. His swirling tongue had me moaning with pleasure. But I really wanted to breed. I lubed his hole and slid inside as he hit the poppers heavily. I love how his hole opened up for me. I was fucking and pumping and we both hit the poppers. I could feel my balls tingle and my load came roaring out as I buried deeper inside. I rolled off to take a break and he had his mouth on me again coaxing my cock hard. I love ATM. I had him roll over on his stomach and I started pumping in again. It felt so good. Did I say I love sloppy hole? It felt so wet from my previous load. We both hit the poppers again a I shot another load. All told we fucked for 2 hours and I gave him 4 cum injections. Each time he would suck me hard again using his tongue and mouth to get me rock hard. I slept well that night! Haha!

As I lay beside the boy he greedily licks my fingers clean of the bloodied cum and ass juices. “Well, well who have we here?” asks Grahame, the boy locks eyes with me sensing my confusion that we didn’t even to get to introducing ourselves blurts out “Liam…my name is Liam” “Well Liam, what brings you to our bed, sharing my boyfriend?” Liam looks worried but answers, “My cheating boyfriend. He’s obviously moved on to an ‘open relationship’ so this is a revenge fuck.” He turns his head and says “sorry” to me before continuing, “I thought I might as well knowingly get pozzed so I get IT out of the way and not worry about who I fuck in future.” I can’t help but notice Grahame’s cock is rock hard in his joggers with a sizable wet patch from copious amounts of pre-cum thinking that this 20 something years old jock is, ready and begging to be fucked full of HIV-positive spunk again. “Ha. That’s funny, you see I am a cheating husband too that got pozzed, knocked up my partner who’s just passed on my DNA to you” and turning to me says, “turned him from a cock loving cum slut in to a gifting TOP, who knew that would happen once he was made free?” “And looking at the POZ mess leaking from your hole and the blood on our sheets I recon you’re well and truly on your way to joining the brotherhood too” As the words spill from his mouth he is pulling off his shirt and dropping his joggers to reveal his prized possession a lovely 8” x 6” uncut cock that already is hard and twitching, flat against his stomach and has smeared glistening pre-cum over his hairy treasure trail. “As you’re here you might as well take my DNA from the source!” as an evil grin appears across his face as he approaches our new friend Liam "Yeah roll over, spread your cheeks and hole, let me get a couple of fingers in there, no need for lube, ah! three fingers sawing in and out,” Knowing my boyfriend’s technique those fingers will be circling round probing the soft inner reaches of Liam’s fuck chute and massaging his prostate driving him crazy. “You my friend, I'll have you gaping soon." All Liam could utter between moans was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." "I see there's a lot of pink in the cum leaking around my fingers. Looks like Harry did some damage fucking you earlier, just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into your body and do their work.” “Jeez how many loads have you taken boy?” “Three…ummm…aaaah….so far” replies Liam pushing back further impaling his puffy hole on Grahame’s fingers as four long fingers are now opening Liam’s hole yet wider “You ready for more infected cum?" What could he say? There was only one right answer at this moment in time. "Yeeeeessss, Fuck Me, pleeeeeaaase." I slide off the bed to get a closer look as Grahame wanks his cock a couple of times before placing the angry purple head of his deathstick at Liam’s hole, teasing his ass lips and drooling toxic fluid all around his opening. "Ahhh ...yes" my partner says as the bulbous bellend pushes in and disappears into the fleshy crevice. Our boy is making involuntary little whimpers just like I do when Grahame’s thick dick squeezes past my ass muscles and pulls everything back as he withdraws, only to increase the sensations of pressure and fullness as he slowly inches more cock in. My mouth is dry and I feel slightly faint but I cannot take my eyes off my boyfriend’s dick fluidly moving in and out going deeper with each forward stroke as he gently rocks back and forth. “You ready for more boy?” I know Grahame is impatient as he can fuck for ages before cumming and doesn’t want to hold back any longer. A POZ man on a mission to infect a NEG bottom. “Fuck yeah” is the response as my partner leans forward, has his hand on Liam’s shoulders pulling him back as simultaneously he bucks his hips forwards to slide all 8 inches in balls deep. “How does that feel now all of me is buried deep in you boy?” “Ummmm….so good” coos Liam I watch both of them intently, and then my husband and I look into each other's eyes. "Fuck yea", he moans. I'm so turned on, I can feel my heart pounding and notice my tender and worn cock is stirring again demanding attention thicken with each heartbeat. I scoot on the bed, wriggle back downwards under Liam, whose hole is taking all the pleasure as Grahame’s rhythm picks up, as his shriveled penis bounces under his tummy and roll my head back to suckle on his shrunken cock. I’m sucking hard and swirling my tongue getting frustrated that I’m having so little effect so I reach up to Liam’s chest and begin tweaking and rubbing his nipples which has an immediate impact. Blood floods through his slab of meat as it grows and grows until its lodged down my throat cutting off air supply. I panic, feel faint as his cock is pushed yet further into me with each thrusting motion from behind. Tears, mucus and snot flow as I eventually wiggle free, chest heaving, gasping for air, panting hard as I recover, enough of that I manoeuvre further down the bed to watch mesmerised as Grahame’s big dick pistons in and out coupled to a heady mix of sweaty sex, cum and ass juices l could stay here forever. I’m brought back to reality as velvety lips engulf my cock. "Ahhhhhhh.... careful….ahhhh... so tender" I moan as he works my cock. To take my mind off the soreness l tug and squeeze on my fellah’s big cum laden shaved balls as he lets out a long moan making me smile as I watch them grow and turn red in my hands eliciting a further moan letting me know he’s in heaven receiving all this attention. I know I am as Liam deep throats my hard on but no matter how hard he tries my balls are drained dry and I am not going to cum anytime soon. I am happy just wanting to watch my man fucking Liam getting bred over and over taking part in his conversion although as I watch I am beginning to feel jealous. My hole is desperate for attention right now, and I’m so hungry to bottom again I don’t care if it’s from a cock or a tongue especially as I hear Grahame hunch over Liam and say, “I’m getting close” “Stop!” I say and waste no time climbing from under Liam to squatting down presenting my hole right in front of Liam’s face. I feel his hands and then his face gets knocked in to my butt as Grahame’s dick serves him well and forces into Liam’s open hole again and I groan loudly as his tongue slides up to my asshole but I’m aching to be fucked and bred by Liam’s big cock. Next I feel wet fingers rubbing my asshole – it feels good. “Ahhhhhhh… yeah, time for a daisy chain” I moan “Fuck yea babe” I hear from behind “That’s what you need… some thick dick?” I nod vigorously pushing back on Liam’s fingers as the two disengage and pull me to the end of the bed, I step off, bend over, head down, ass up dying to be fucked. Liam lines up behind me and I feel his wet cock touching my hole, then pushes all 9 inches in to my well used hole, holding it for a moment as my ass stretches and contracts around his cock. From behind I hear Grahame say “you been missing my POZ cock you bugchasing slut, wanting to get knocked up, huh?" "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Says Liam as more movement from behind forces his dick deeper in me. "I'm all the way in…does that feel good boy…more Poz cock for your Neg ass?" "Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..yeah” as I feel Liam’s body shake at the intrusion as Grahame starts riding the boy with his cock throbbing and leaking precum deep inside of him as the daisy chain fucking slowly begins. Grahame has his long toxic cock halfway into Liam leaving him room to fuck himself in to me and then back fully onto Grahame. We got a good rhythm going, with my fellah’s cock forcing what’s left of my dirty load deeper with each stroke to do it deed. Liam picked up the pace going back and forth, into the ass and onto the cock, balls slapping, heat building, his stamina impressive as he worked up a sweat fucking into me and then impaling himself on Grahame’s Poz cock. The pounding is hard and fast just as I love it, I’m in absolute ecstasy with Liam’s uncut cock drilling my hole. To keep pace, he’s holding on tight, nails digging in my flanks. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up hurtling towards sensory overload “I won’t last long. Fuck! I’m getting close,” Liam tells us. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he almost screams into my ear. “Yeah do it, fill me up…cum…I need it!” I shout back like a good bottom should Further behind we hear, “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fucked-up hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…I’m gonna shoot…OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Liam bellows, shoving all the way in me and shooting his cum, spraying my needy guts in an explosive climax. Surely his sphincter was contracting tight around Grahame’s thrusting dick alternating between squeezing and milking the deadly load out “You want this load?” “Yes … yes … fuck yeah… I want it” Getting off on the verbals Grahame says “What do you want?” as he rams in hard doing as much damage as possible, “Beg for IT” “Fuck … fuck ... I want it, I want your load, I want your POZ load”. I could tell Grahame was close now, past the point of no return. He plunges his cock hard “here it comes, boy... You're getting my cum!" Lucky Liam, I know he will be feeling Grahame’s thick vein on the underside of his cock expand and flex as it propels the explosion of infected cum in his guts. I know he’s doing his best to make sure that his life altering DNA finds its way into Liam’s bloodstream where it will take hold – another HIV+ bareback bottom is born. We disentangle and see where Grahame pulled that a dollop of my deadly dark pink sperm hangs from the gaping opening of the hole, “Hot” we simultaneously whisper. Panting and dripping in sweat Liam is quickly down from his climactic high by asking, “Can I do the honors of cleaning your cocks?” Fuck, what a pig we have created here!

5. To the Elbow Duncan McCain's hands are much larger than Samuel's. Where Samuel's long figures thrilled Tucker when they curled into a first and uncurled across his prostate, Duncan's hands are having trouble getting through with even three fingers in his initial sphincter. Yeah, that much bigger. "I cannot do it, Master Samuel," he say. "The boy's much too tight for me fleshy paws. Sir Eli, might ya have a speculum on the premises?" "Certainly. A regular one and then a horse speculum, but I don't think we'll need that." He immediately goes over to the side table, opens the cabinet doors and withdraws one about six inches long. "I think this will do." He brings it over and looks down at the boy in the sling. "This is necessary, boy, for us to get you to the next stage, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Tucker's in a daze and peers up at Elijah and accepts what he says at face value not really knowing what he means. He instantly feels a cold, hard sliver of metal enter him. He looked down and observes Duncan's concentrated face, slowly pushing in the metal object. Duncan's expression is one of determination and enjoyment. You could tell he prefers being on this end of things rather than on the receiving end, rather than being an object taking other's cock on the fuck bench. The metal object's expanding, spreading Tucker's hole open, stretching him and exposing him like he's never even conceived of being exposed before. How perverse it is to have these men gathered round and watched as Duncan twisted the speculum open. One inch, two inches, then up to almost a three inch spread, enough in the spot light to illuminated Tucker's pink guts. He can't clamp shut if he wanted to. Each time he squeeze it elicits a murmur from the men. There's a lot of grease coating the hole, but still a lot of flesh that the men don't hesitate to stick fingers in and feel Tucker's colon inches deep. Brenner brings a candle over for all of them to peer deeply. Brenner tips the candle enough for a single drop of wax to hit Tucker's open sphincter. The boy hollers in shock. Elijah give Brenner a single look, and Brenner falls back behind Samuel. The metal has warmed and once the stretching's finished he feels excited that he's on display. Alan Riggs ambles up close and aims his flaccid dick at Tucker's hole. It takes a good few minutes for him to start his stream, but once it flows, it flows hard and strong. The warmth creeps over Tucker of the sensation of a fierce trickle peeing on one wall then the other. He not that out of it to know another man is urinating inside of him. Judging by his dick he's liking it. He' being used as a toilet and he sticks a finger in his hole to feel it starting to fill up. Duncan, too, is coaxing his hole to absorb the stream. He flutters two finger in the hole, pushing the flesh up and down, letting it drain deeper inside Tucker's track. "Think I'm needing to relieve the lizard, too. Would you mind, lad, if I used you like the toilet I know ya are?" Tucker smiled a devilish smile, which perks up Duncan's cock to no end. It's isn't at full hard on but engorged nonetheless. Duncan stand with his cock readied at the speculum entrance, then when he feels ready to start a piss, he slips several inches of his tool into Tucker's channel. The cockhead easily exceeds the six inches of the instruments, and in silent agreement Tucker clamps down on Duncan's mushroom head. Bearing down creates a secret seal between the boys. Several silent minutes pass with pleasure written all over Duncan's and Tucker's face. Tucker doesn't expect this sensation, however. Very quickly he feels himself getting higher. The euphoria he feels is like a jolt of adrenaline. His heart kicks up, and the sense of Duncan's head in his ass make him start to rock on his cock. His carnal feeling toward Duncan increases. With the contraption in his ass a true fuck isn't in the cards, but the residual effect of this piss makes him horny for whatever was next. He won't have to wait long. The speculum first is released, then carefully withdrawn. "Let see how ya feel now, boyo. Oh, aye, a nice stretch ya had, didn't ya?" "It feels so good, please take my hole, Duncan." Duncan starts with three figures, then easily adds a fourth, and then his thumb. His entire paw's still large for Tucker's newly fisted hole, but the chem piss that's coursing through him, is compelling him to ride the fleshy part of the thumb up and over, enjoy the discomfort, and quickly guide the hand pummeling down his chute. The sphincter closes on the wrist pushing the hand rapidly inside. He gasped at it girth and rapidity of which he's taking Duncan's hand. Duncan let it sit there while Tucker adjusts to what now felt like a giant potato in his ass. But it isn't a damn potato, is it? It's Duncan's hot fucking hand, and he couldn't be more pleased that it was this handsome guy that he now sees in the mirror above starting to slide in and out, slowing at first, but quickening the pace once Tucker can take it. When the rhythm's established Duncan begins taking him on the ride of his life. The swinging of the sling helps. He can see Tucker's not interested in him being gentle, and he's happy to oblige. New to fisting himself, introduced a few months ago when Samuel took him over the brink in this very sling, he knows traditionally it's part of S&M. It was only late in the seventies it was ruined by a book called Trust, which put the bottom in charge. He's learned Elijah and Samuel, coming out of the tradition of the Catholic church, that it's up to the Top to determine the pleasure/pain ratio, not the bottom, and it only advances a fistee to be able to take a fist deeper and wider, when the Top is in change. It seems like Tucker instinctive acknowledges this. Tucker closes his eyes and feels how much he could let Duncan penetrate him. As much, in fact, as Duncan wanted. A little at first, but when Master Eli brakes some amyl under his nose he feels himself not only open up to Duncan, but he's bearing down so that Duncan is able to get in him deep on each swing. Soon he's riding half of Duncan's forearm, and as he's preparing himself to bear down even more for the deepest invasion he can, his senses suddenly turn inside out when Duncan takes back control of the ride and ejects his entire hand out of his ass. His audible gasp takes the other by surprise. He yells to the ceiling not in pain but with elation. Another new sensation, during a night of new sensations, is born and he wants it again. "Oh, fuck, man. Do that again, sir." Mmm, Duncan liked the sound of "sir" and positions all his fingers together, and in one move, conquers Tucker's hole in a single stab. The hole's more than willing and he enters him and delves deep and once again withdraws it quickly. Tucker gasped again and flares his hole for Duncan to re-enter, which is exactly what Duncan does. The boy's hole is loosening and in so doing is putting the innards of his hole on display each time he's exited. Master Eli comes around to view the blossoming hole. "Nice. Look at those lips." He hooks a finger on the edge of Tucker's sphincter and pulls it open to show the others the beginning of a bloom. "Close your fist. See if he can take that." "He's just staring to open. Dunnot know if he's ready." But Duncan curls his fingers anyway. Samuel applies a handful of lube over his knuckles and wrist, and Duncan pushed hard at Tucker's entrance. It isn't going to be accepted until Eli brakes another cap under his nose. He holds it steady for Tucker, telling the boy to keep breathing in. On the third inhalation, the fist brakes through, as much from Tucker opening as Duncan pushing, and Tucker voices an intense rush of exhilaration. He holds up a hand to beg Duncan to let him adjust, but Duncan denies him, stays in charge, punching in deep, then pulling out quickly, and punching in again while he knows the lad's still rushing on the amyl. Tucker's letting out the usual "oh, fuck, oh, fuck," but soon it's turning into, "yeah, punch my fucking hole. Make it a slopping cunt." Duncan's sees Tucker's turned the corner to the dark side of fisting, not sensual but destructive. Samuel's taught him well. Duncan's right there, having led him to this next phase, with Tucker ready to get his hole wrecked. "Fuck yeah, pig. Gonna turn that hole into a gaping maw." Duncan whispers. "Yes, sir. Punch my cunt!" And they start trading fuck yeahs, and please more, back and forth, under their breaths, until Tucker is pushing out his hole to meet each of Duncan's punches. His lips spread wide and arch for Duncan's hand. Every now and then Duncan keeps his hand inside and drills him open further, twists and pistons, sending Tucker into heights of ecstasy. This lets Tucker open not only with his lips flapping when he finally pulls out of him, but allows his punches rhythmically landing deeper and harder, taking in almost three-quarters of his forearm. It's a mighty hard two handed punch he's gotten into, and all the men are dripping in the erotic air of a virgin hole being willingly raped in the light of the flickering fire. The ritualism is not lost on any of them. They view Tucker as a sacrifice and a totem of their belief in absolute pleasure. Samuel can't take it any more. He's spouting his long slender cock, foreskin entirely stretched back, and he saddles up to Tucker's ass. "Jack me off in him, boy. The cunt is perfect!" He slips his member inside and waits for Duncan to slide back to the entrance and grip him in at the entrance. The rectum is stretched larger than it's ever been tonight, taking both fist and cock, and Tucker's riding the trail of dopamine of his first punch fisting. He's ready and eager to have a cock and fist in him together, so much so Samuel can keep pressing until not only is his cock inside Duncan's fist but, with Duncan's help, both his balls falls into the receptive hole. Duncan's greasy paw has no trouble finding Samuel's balls and he's squeezing the hell out of them, Samuel not minding one bit. Duncan slathers him in grease, clamping down hard on the invading cock and balls. "Oh, fuck YEAH!" shouts Samuel. Elijah comes up behind Duncan and starts playing with his nipple. Riggs is getting too excited by the spectacle. He crawls on all fours under the sling and begs Duncan to fist him too. It's a circus act as Elijah grease Duncan's hole and slips his major P.A. inside the red head's slender ass. Brenner slaps his dick on Tucker's gasping mouth and the men become one orgy beast: fucking, fisting, jacking, sucking one central figure. And that central figure is wailing and moaning like a slut, with a cock in his mouth, nips tweaked, a fist holding his ass wide open, and a cock ejaculating and slathering his walls with cum. A hard slam, a breath from Samuel, then a second later another round of piss for Tucker's butt. Samuel jacks Tucker's cock lying in front of him and the boy, feeling every orifice filled, his brain recognizing he's being used as a cumdump and toilet, and with Duncan's arm now freed of Samuel's cock, is going up to his elbow. The last three inches easily open up and Duncan is fisting inside Riggs sloppy cunt and at the same time quickly into Tucker's newly stretched hole. When he gets to the crook of his arm he sees Tucker watching the entire spectacle in the mirror, and Tucker can't hold himself back. Tucker shoots and hits the mirror above and then with Eli fucking his own hole, Duncan shoots hands-free, spraying Tucker in the face. He's right in the center of where he wants to be. Eli rises on his toes filling Duncan with cum, which combined with Riggs and Brenner's early slop, white juice runs down his legs. Brenner floods Tucker's mouth with a river of spooge. Tucker relishes the taste and the sight of his face covered in cream. He licks his lips ready for what's next.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

So. This is another true story. A few weeks ago, my husband had just left for work and I was horny as hell. Note for those who didn't read my earlier post: I'm a 27 year old whore. 5'7" and about 150lbs. Hairy and love bottoming. My husband is a sweet adorable man who doesn't have much of a libido and I'm always horny as hell so I fuck around when he is away at work. Bored out of my mind, I decided to hit up some of my regulars to see if they were free. Nothing there. I hit up A4A and BBRT and small town that I am in, nothing. I finally resorted to Grindr. Posted a note saying I was horny and looking for now. A few minutes later I was hit up by a blank profile. No pleasantries. Just a simple "address?" Being a good slut I gave him my address. He asked, "std and HIV?" Me, "Clean. You?" Him, "Squeaky clean." That's all he said. I quickly showered and cleaned up and prepared the lube and condoms. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message, "Here." Buzzer didnt work so I went downstairs to get him. At the door I literally stopped short. I saw a fucking hunk of a man. Handsome as fuck. White guy. Late twenties. Built like a football player (big and beefy). Black beard and the deepest blue eyes. The guy seemed too good to be true. I thought maybe he was there to meet someone else. I walked up and opened the door. He looked at me and said, "this is gonna be fun." I led him upstairs slowly. I was so in awe of him I couldn't walk any faster. I finally ushered him into my house and he asked where the bedroom was. I pointed it out weekly. He held me by the neck and led me into my own bedroom. I knew who was in charge. Once inside, he said, "Listen faggot. I'm straight so don't even think of trying to kiss me. Understood?" I weakly replied, "Yes Sir." I quickly got to my knees and untied his shoes. I took them off and took a big whiff of his sweaty smelly socks. I licked his smelly socks and rubbed my face all over and under his feet. My submission to his superior self got him hard. He motioned me up to his crotch and I obliged by quickly unbuckling his manly texas style belt and jeans. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. All the while my face was buried into his sexy grey boxer shorts as I was aiming for that hard on. He slapped me on my right cheek on the face and pulled off his shirt. For the first time I saw his sexy hairy chest. He had the perfect chest. Big and burly. His chest hair thicker and blacker than mine (which can be hard considering I'm brown). He had a sexy Tattoo on his left pec with his name on it. We will call him Brandon. He had another sexy complex mechanical tattoo on his left shoulder and upper arm. Basically with his shirt off, this Addonis went from a 9 to a 13 out of 10. I feel it is a bottom's duty to ensure that the bottom slut is undressed faster than its top. So I too quickly took off all my clothes down to my birthday suit left in just the work socks that my baby daddy had given me and told me to wear every time I got fucked by another man. Anyway, my sexy straight top then went to lie on the bed on his back. He made himself comfortable using my husband's pillows. And then ordered me with those Godly eyes onto his crotch. I politely obliged and took a big whiff of his sweaty crotch before begging him for permission to remove his boxers with my mouth. He permitted me. I did the finest and fastest job of doing so considering the practice I'd had. His cock was a beer can thick 9" member oozing precum. It was covered at the base by a thick growth of the densest public hair I had ever seen. This white man, whoever he was, was the finest specimen of a testosterone filled man I'd ever seen. I quickly started to lick his hairy balls and work my way up to his thick uncut cock. His crotch was pungent. And he was sweaty. Maybe he had worked earlier. It got me even more horned up. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. Gagged. He laughed and pushed me down on it. I choked and gagged for a few minutes before he let go. And then my throat became used to him and I wored his thick dick deep into my throat over and over. "I dont want to cum this way faggot," he said. I knew what he meant. I squirted some lube on my ass and positioned myself on my back. I grabbed a condom and started to open it. He laughed. "I'm gonna breed you raw faggot." With that he forced his thick cock onto my hole. It was too big. I screamed a "No. Condom please." He slapped me hard across the face. So hard it hurt. Angrily. He grabbed my face and chin with his hand and pushed his face into mine. "I will do as I want. And I will fuck your ass raw. Understood?" I started to cry. He spit on his thick cock and forced it in. I screamed in pain and he held his hand over my mouth and pushed my face down as he forced his way into my ass. He was pushing down on my face so much and so hard into the mattress, I could feel the box spring hitting the back of my head. My ass was higher than my face and completely at his disposal. He kept forcing his cock in till he was balls deep. And that's when the rough thrusting began. My screams were muffled by his sheer force and his loud animal grunts as he raped my ass raw. Twenty minutes later I had lost all strength to fight back and he was still strong and powerful destroying my sore ass. The pain was slowly starting to feel good as I knew I would probably never be raped like this by real man ever again. He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pulled me up to his hairy pit. I took a big whiff and as soon as I smelled his manliness, my limp dicklet sprung to life. This seemed to please my sexy bear rapist and his thrusts started to get deeper and faster. He kept hitting my prostate and after five more minutes, he had me cummings hands free. I shot all over my chest and face. He smiled and continued to grunt as my hole automatically became tighter after I had just come. It started to hurt more and more. I started to tear up again and whimpered. Finally he announced that he was getting close by grunting loudly and started to deposit volleys after volleys of his baby juice into my ass. I counted thirteen thrusts and volleys. I finally took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty. He brought his dick close to my face to clean off. I could see pink splooge on it. I knew he had ripped me up good. I lapped up everything that was on his dick as he laughed for some reason. He looked at me handsome as ever and said, "You're such a faggot." As he wore his clothes and I lay there exhausted with my ass sore and bleeding, I said to him, "Thank you Sir."

At a recent CumUnion, one bottom monopolized the fuck bench in the orgy room. Although he was laying face down with his ass up, he gave all the tops attitude, and even went so far as to push away one top saying "I don't take less than 12 inches." He pushed me away saying simply "Fuck off." He quizzed another top about his poz status. During the time I was there, no top got into his ass. So here's my question: when a bottom lies on a fuck bench in an orgy room, shouldn't he keep his mouth shut and take all cocks and loads up his ass?

Don't mess around with the occult. Seriously. I know. I know... It's all nonsense and unscientific. I am with you on that for the most part. I was an athiest who laughed when members of my family tried to get me to ACCEPT JESUS and REPENT. I was also amused by those chubby women who called themselves "wiccans" and would burn candles at midnight or whatever the fuck they did. I also rolled my eyes at devil-worshipping dudes who wore black eyeliner and had had stupid pentagram tattoos and listened to crappy metal bands. Those people just had boring lives and wanted some daily drama. I didn't actively mock them because most folks need a hobby and I was of the "live and let live" school of thought. It's great fodder for horror movies but ultimately harmless. That's what I used to think back I had the luxury to be above everything. Now that I'm too sick too hold down a job, I'm quite a bit more humble. I did something 'supernatural' that ruined me forever. First, a little background: I graduated college in 1993. During my last year, I lived in what most people called "the student slums". I had a two room basement apartment in a big red house on a street right off campus. It was affordable and fairly nice except for an abundance of spiders. Spiders give me nightmares even though they're mostly harmless. Right across from my door was the other basement apartment. The only thing I knew about its tenant was it was a guy my age and that he listened to old ragtime music. I'd glimpse him from time to time at the mailboxes or in the hallway, but I was (and still am) cursed with a crippling shyness that prevented me from saying "hi" or even looking at his face. He was tall, pale, bony and had black curly hair that went down to the middle of his neck in the back. Imagine a blurry, young Jeff Goldblum and that's the image I had in my head. I kind of deduced that he was gay as well. He had a lot of effeminate male friends over to visit, and he just gave off a 'vibe' that I picked up on because I was gay as well. I was gay in name only though because I could never imagine doing anything with another man. But it was more the social interraction that terrified me. I've never been able to initiate conversation or even eye contact. Small talk with a stranger scared me more than any spider. His name was David H --------. I only knew that from reading the plastic lable on his mailbox. Looking back, it's amazing that I even managed to graduate (with very good grades) and soon find the job of my dreams. Working as an adult, around other adults slowly gave me some basic social skills. Hell, I even had a few 'friends'. I didn't go out much. I'd come home, play Nintendo, and go to bed watching gay porn videos from Falcon. Those were the days! I was young, healthy and slowly becoming a normal person. After a year or two, I discovered the internet. I got a computer from Best Buy and had a dial-up connection. Back then, it was so basic. You mainly had to go to "bulletin boards" to interact with people. Not surprisingly. I was able to "talk" with people with a keyboard much better than I could in person. I didn't go to my little city's only gay board out of pure embarrassment, but I went to a couple of hetero places that were "naughty". I found out their names from the stripper/hooker who kived in my building. One place was for swingers and one dealt exclusively with orgies. There's where I met Lacy Beth. She had a wonderfully foul mouth and a huge personality. She sometimes chatted with me when the room was dead or she was just bored. Because of my age and general naivete, she referred to me as her son. We talked about everything under the sun -- including her deep involvement in the occult. When I told her I was a confirmed skeptic, she was almost offended. It's like she thought I didn't believe in her as a person. As I stumbled to explain she told me she could prove it to me. Proof is an excellent concept for people like me. That's when she told me a certain ritual she did to contact her dead grandmother and it worked the very first time. She had stopped cussing now, so I knew she was being serious. I asked a bunch of questions...here are the main ones: "Is it scary?" No. We talk all the time and she's the same as I remember her. "Does it only work on the dead or can you contact living people too?" It works with the living, but in a very different way. It's much better with the deceased...as long as you know where they're buried. Well I was definitely intrigued. It took a bit of pleading, but she eventually told me how to do it. The skepticism crept back into me because it was so simple. She sensed this abd told me to try it that night if I didn't believe it. I promised I would. And then she warned me to be very careful. She had a few specific warnings though: "Don't use it to contact someone you don't know or if you don't know where their final resting place is." and "Don't use it while high on anything or with bad intent." I asked what would happen if I did either of those two things and her response was simply "You'll be fucked". After a bit more chat we said our goodnights and I logged off. I didn't try it that night, First of all, I couldn't think of a dead person I'd known. I'd never even been to a single funeral. All of my grandparents had died before I knew them. I figured I'd have to use it to reach a living person. But who? It ocurred to me to find one of those hung Falcon stars, but I didn't "know" them so that'd be breaking a rule. Hmmmm. I woke up the next morning knowing exactly who I wanted to find. You guessed it -- my former college neighbor, David. Despite not really knowing him, we'd practically shared a living space and I certainly wouldn't consider him a stranger. I mean...you know?.... My computer at work was way faster than my own. I used it to find David. The internet had grown fast since I first started poking around online. You could go to this place called "Yahoo" and search for people. David's last name was pretty unusual and I even knew his middle name thanks to a screw up with the mail. There was a letter for him in my mailbox. It was from his bank in a little town near my own. I could take it to him and finally get a look at his face, but instead I just opened it. He'd bounced a check. Anyway, it took 20 seconds of searching this Yahoo thing to find him. The first link went to an obituary. No! He had died the year before at the age of 27 and was buried in the same dinky town his tight-ass bank was in. I'd been there as a kid. Maybe a county fair or some tractor pull my dad was always dragging me to. I think we'd even been by the cemetary. According to the obit, he'd moved to Germany nad worked for a bank there for about a year. And then moved back home for awhile before dying. They played Scott Joplin music at the funeral. Ragtime. The next link led me to a photo of his grave stone. It was one of those flat.gray granite boxes with a grand piano illustration carved on the top surface. There was an option to leave a virtual flower there or write a message, but I did neither. How did he die? Well, of course I had a pretty good guess. The virus had spread all over the country by then and even the straight "sexy swingers" in the chatrooms were afraid of it. Maybe it was a car accident, though. I had no way of knowing even though I knew. I just knew. The rest of the day was a blur as I was lost in my thoughts. I decided to get drunk that night. I played Nintendo all evening while drinking beer after beer after beer. My stereo was tuned to public radio because that seemed like the only station that might possibly play Scott Joplin. It didn't. I popped a few Xanax before bed. My doctor had prescribed them for anxiety and I could take one every eight hours "as needed", but I usually saved them up for night when I would take two and fall right to sleep. That night I took three on top of all the beer. It was Friday anyway and I could sleep until noon the next day if I wanted to. I wanted to. Well, sleep didn't come as swiftly as I expected. I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. I was as awake as if I'd downed a triple espresso instead of a controlled substance. Well...I could try the ritual now. I felt shadowing fingers across my brain trying to massage that thought to life. OK. It was a short, simple thing that might even help me to sleep. So I did it. I tried it to contact David in his piano grave way down in the Southern part of my home state. I had a brief mental flash of Lacy Beth's horrified face begging me to stop. But I wasn't breaking any of the rules. Not really. Bending them maybe, but not breaking. And then I was done. I'll share the ritual with you at the very end of this story, There will be some plenty of blank space and words of caution before you see it. Just read my tale and decide for yourself if it's what you want to do. Don't pass it along please. That night was strange in more than one way. First off, I lived in a pretty crummy neighborhood with Section 8 apartments on both sides. There was usually a lot of yelling and loud music with lots of glass-shaking bass. Not then. And no honking or sirens either. My bedroom was quiet as a tomb. Well, it was quiet except for what sounded like little drummers near the floor. I slid out of bed to turn on the bathroom light so the room wouldn't be totally dark. I felt my eyes close involuntarily. I started to half-dream about piano music until I heard the little drummers again. Seriously? What the fuck WAS that? I woke up a little and saw a small band of spiders in the sliver of light from my bathroom. They were the same arachnids from my old apartment building in college expept a little bigger and fuzzier. And when they walked, they made little marching noises. Like drums. I'd call the landlord to spray tomorrow. I rolled over and let the beer and tranquilizers pull me into sleep. No dreams. The next morning I hopped out of bed at 6 am. Why so early? Well, I'd forgotten to turn off my alarm clock for the weekend, and there was a lot of sun creeping in from the next room where I'd also forgotten to close the blinds. I was wide awake. I guess I could go do laundry. This was the best time for that chore because the laundry room in the basement was always deserted. I looked around for spiders but didn't see any. I grabbed my pill bottle full of quarters, detergent, my full laundry basket and took the elevator down. Ding. Again, it was empty. I loaded two machines with just socks, unders and t-shirts. My work clothes had to be drycleaned, and the jeans I'd worry about some other time. Usually I'd stay there until the cycle was over, but I hadn't brought a book or a magazine or my portable CD player. I just decided to say "fuck it' and go back upstairs for a quick nap. I was suddenly exhausted. ..almost as if a tranquilizer dart had been fired into the back of my head. I barely made it to the bed. I lied on my back in just a pair of shorts and a holey t-shirt. I settled into my too-soft mattress and drifted off just as it started to rain. I was snoozing for a bit when I heard two things: thunder and the little drummers. Oh God. I still had my eyes closed when I decided I'd go down to the landlord's apartment and request an exterminator in person. I opened my eyes and saw David. THE David. He was standing at the foot of my bed in a black suit that didn't seem to fit his tall, too thin frame. His tie was red and there was a flower in his lapel that looked fresh if not slightly "alien". I couldn't make out his face because he was standing in front of the illuminated windows. "David?", I asked in my waking-up voice. "Yesss." He answered. "I remember yoooo". His voice was strained as if he wasn't getting enough air. The rain picked up and made the natural light in the room shift and yet I atill could not see his face. It couldn't be a dream. Any time I'd had a dream where I knew it was a dream I'd try to start flying or something and wake up immediately. I got off the bed. I was aware of gravity, temperature and everything mortal. I was for sure not dreaming. I inched towards the light switch. "Can I look at you...in the light?", I asked. "Yess", he answered. I flipped the switch and there he was. I'll try to describe what I saw there. I was looking at a slender young man who could have just come from a Shakespeare audition. He was bizarrely handsome even though his skin was extra, extra white with tinges of green and blue around his neck and forehead. There was a small red slit in his neck and he was barefoot. His feet were long and bony and the nails were too long. "I never got a chance to look at you before", I admitted. "You were too afraid to let anyone love you." He swallowed some air and I watched his blue-ish adam's apple slide up and down. A loud clap of thunder. "Can I hug you? I always wanted to." "Do it." I walked over and wrapped my arms around him tight. He smelled like chemicals, like a science lab. But I didn't care once his long arms embraced me too. It was so perfect for a few seconds until his suit started to slide off. It was cut all the way up the back thanks to the mortician who dressed him. I wanted to feel embarrassed for him, but I was too busy looking at his naked body. They didn't even try to put underwear on him I guess. I couldn't help but notice his penis. It was long, skinny and the same weird color as the rest of him. I dared to touch it. It wasn't as cold as I would have guessed. Just as I looked up to see the expression on his face and his eyes, but never saw them becuase he used the strength he had to throw me back on the bed. More thunder. David's breathing sounded even more strained than before, but he managed to squat on my chest. He pushed the pointy head of his long dick past my lips and let it sit on my tongue. I didn't figure a dead man's penis could get hard but I was wrong. It grew heavier and bigger in my mouth. How? I tried so hard to please him with my untested skills. I reached and grabbed his skinny ass to pull him forward and farther down my throat. He was breathing hard and gulping for more air. I let him set the pace, but I kind of wanted to stop sucking because of the chemical taste of his dickhead. He didn't have mind-reading abilities because he continued face-fucking me...for a really long time. Finally he pulled away and waved his arrow-shaped wet dick over my face. He lowered himself down and put his whole weight on top of me. We kissed with what felt like passion to me. I was in love...and didn't mind the rotting taste of his mouth. My dreams were coming true and didn't want to spoil anything. Lightning. Louder thunder. He stayed on top of me and pushed his naked hips down harder to part my legs. Then that pointy dick found my anus. I helped things along by adjusting myself so that my legs were practically in the air. He guided himself into me. I'd always heard that sex hurts for a gay bottom, but it didn't feel too bad at first. It was nice and intimate but grew increasingly uncomfortable -- especially when he went in deeper and bucked harder. I wanted to slow things but didn't have any options available to me. I had to take it. He thrusted and thrusted as he gasped for air, and I felt completely violated. He suddenly stopped mid-thrust and sucked in all the air from the room. There was no oxygen left for me as he orgasmed inside my body. I needed a break from this supernatural fuck scene so I nudely hopped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a smoke. I felt a tiny rivulet of fluid leaking down the back of my left leg. Blood? Dead Man's Cum? I didn't check -- just wiped it away with a paper towel and threw it in the trash without looking. I went back into the bedroom and David was gone. I'd forgotten all about my wet laundry downstairs, and just went to sleep. David came back and the scene was repeated every night for a week. The last night he wanted me to eat his ass and I did. It was by far nastier than you're imagining. It was then and there that I told him to leave and never come back. That was the end...or so I thought. I got super sick later that month. After that cleared up, I got sores on the inside of my mouth and had pretty severe night sweats. The doctor confirmed that I had the HIV virus and outlined some treatment options. I have mostly tried to not think about it and pretend I'm fine. Now I'm sick all the time and can't work. I'm fucked. And now I'll share the ritual even though it led to my destruction. Please don't try it. WARNING! GO BACK! DANGEROUS INSTRUCTIONS: Do this at night...as close to 3 am as possible. Don't be under the influence of anything. Lie in bed or on the floor or anywhere you can fully stretch out. If you're lying North to South. it's even better. Close your eyes. Now think about the person you're trying to reach. Imagine their face and mentally picture where they are buried. Move your eyeballs back and forth, left to right under closed eyelids. Do it hard enough to hurt. Once your eye sockets are fatigued, stop. Go to sleep and picture your contact. It usually works within hours.

I have a fuckbud that I see every now and then, latin, 5'10", dark hair, 7-7.5 thick uncut cock. The last time he fucked me I told him to freeze his loads when he jerks off until the next time we were able to get together. He sent me a few pics of the vial he was using as he filled it up. Today he said he had relatives coming over and would have to get rid of it so I told him to come over after work and not to bother showering. He came over, the door was unlocked and I was face down ass up on a sofa bed in the living room. He walked in and stripped and started right in fingering my prelubed hole open. The cum had started melting so he worked the thawed cum into my hole and then pushed a frozen chunk of cum in me (the vial I saw later was about three inches tall and maybe half an inch in diameter). I had cum running down my balls that he scooped up with his hand and held that over my face while he rammed his cock in all the way. The cum in my hole made for great lube and I sucked on his hand and fingers getting all that sweet seed coating my tongue and throat until he started rubbing it into my beard. All I could smell was cum and I felt a pool forming in the sheets under my cock. He fucked two fresh loads into me then took a break while I sucked his cock clean. He told me he had eight loads in the vial so I was now up to ten. I kept sucking him until he got hard again and he pushed me on my stomach and jerked off on my hole then rammed his cock in and fucked me hard with the 11th load. When he finally pulled out there was cum coating his cock, balls and pubes and I made sure I got every drop. It will be about three weeks before we can get back together again, I gave him some pointers about different containers to use that would make it easier and told him to shoot for 30 loads for next time.

Part 2 I dropped my fifth load inside Chase’s well used ass as the sun peered through the curtains of the hotel room I could see in Chase’s eyes he was ready for a break. I suggested that we jump in the shower to refresh ourselves. While we were in the shower I told Chase more about my business. His eyes lit up as I told him how much money I typically make in a week. I told him that I wanted him to come back to the city with me. The expression on his face was one of conflict, he knew that he could use the money, but he didn’t want to leave his boys. After the shower we drank a ton of water and ate a couple bananas each when I told him to go over to the bed as I finished getting things ready for us to start back up again. When he reached the bed I let him know that there was a (well packed) pipe waiting for him if he wanted to smoke some more of the stuff we used last night. The eagerness of his grabbing the pipe and lighting up (with my instructions) told me he like Miss. Tina. Looking in the mirror I could see him blowing some impressive clouds. When I joined him at the bed I told him to lie back as I placed a strap on his upper arm. Chase didn’t question anything I was doing (not even the ‘red’ tinge to the barrel of the point) as I wiped his arm with alcohol. I simply told him that if he really liked the stuff I gave him last night along with what he was smoking, he would love what I was about to give him. I found a nice vein and slipped the needle in, registering an additional red to the barrel before I slowly pushed the plunger down. As I was injecting the drugs into my friend I let him know a little bit of what to expect as the point was emptied. I placed some tissue on the injection site, raised me friend’s arm as I released the strap. Chase coughed out hard as he rode his first rush. I joined Chase on the bed as I rubbed his chest letting him know everything was going to be just fine. I then began to administer my own slam. Once I joined Chase’s level (well not quite, I did about half of was I gave my buddy) I pulled his head to me throbbing cock. He eagerly swallowed me to the root as I pulled his body around so I could eat his hungry ass. His moans drove me wild as I was eager to fuck my friend. There was going to be something different during this fuck session. It was time to let Chase know his fate and seal the deal of his moving to the city with me. I crammed a pillow under Chase’s ass as I lined up my cock with his formerly neg ass. I slid in slowly while I stared directly into my friend’s eyes. As I bottomed out balls deep I asked him how my poz cock felt inside him. I don’t think his drug hazed brain registered what I said as I began to slowly pull out before slamming back in. After a few strokes I then commented that I could still feel my dirty, poz cum deep inside him, that after I was finished his poz ass was going to belong to me. I kept this talk up and slowly saw the wheels turning when he finally got what I was telling him. I cannot describe the expression that told me he knew his fate was sealed. Chase placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I knew at that moment Chase made up his mind to go back with me to the city. I kept Chase high until Sunday morning with additional slams as I started to explain more of the business and how he was the star of my latest live production. I showed him where several of the hidden cameras were in the room and the estimate that this weekend’s live sex show probably netted me $10,000-$15,000, which half was his. Chase took another half dozen loads from me before we ended the show, had something to eat and slept until early Monday morning when we left for the city.

delicious, wicked, sexy, nasty, beautiful

Can't wait till the next phase of the party begins!!!! oinkoink ?

I guess Sergei is not going to make it home for lunch.

Yes!

If I cum just from getting fucked (not jacking off) I find that I can keep on going (in fact, it usually just makes me hornier). I usually tell guys when we first start fucking that if I cum, just keep going--I can take it (and love it!)

Wow that felt good pumping my hot load into the new cum slut. his hole is going to be gaping by the time Master is done with him. I am getting the Chastity cage prepped for his useless neg cock. Last time I walked by the play room he was screaming and begging Kyle to stop. I would to Kyle like to drive it in to his balls in one thrust and rape your pussy until he unloads balls deep.

I love anon and cruise ABS everywhere I go. Nothing like sucking a raw dick through a glory hole, spitting and slobbering it up, lining up against my hole and being bred. Recently I have been using spit only as lube.

Yeah I am pumped for this weekend. I have the truck warming up as the bottom boy has no way to get here. I told him if I come get you, you will be ours the entire weekend NO Choice and I am not bringing you home until we are done breeding you. All he said is oh my God I am rock hard at the sounds of that. This drive better be worth it. Little does he know he is going to be in bondage from the time I pick him up until we bring him home. Time to turn man into a cum slut with a little boy pussy that craves Toxic loads.

Master just locked me back in chastity Tuesday after he breed me and edged me. He said he wants me to have a giant load for the boy he is having over thins weekend. My cock is dripping just thinking about sinking my dick into that Neg hole and breeding that lucky boy. Come get my load you little neg cum slut I promise to change your life for ever.

The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

Heading back to Anaheim this weekend to get passed around and loaded up. Any SoCal tops looking for a warm hole to pound full of cum?

its a shame that I couldn't book him for a rematch before I fly off, as he's not avail on my last day, I'm half contemplating to go on PEP, just passed 48hours mark, I guess I'll just enjoy taking chances this time , if his seeds grow inside me, so be it! least its a hot masseur that poz me

I was getting fucked all the time - Connor, our threesomes. It had to be 10 times a week. I felt at times like there was always cum leaking from my ass. I told Connor and we laughed. He said, "Your ass is such a willing receptacle. We all want to give it our cum." I loved Connor so much. I felt like my heart was never going to stop filling my chest. We fought, sure. All couples do. Even when fighting my feelings for him were so strong. My feelings for Connor didn't prevent me from starting to break our rules: 1. Sex with others only with Connor's knowledge and/or participation. As soon as spring semester finals began, our differing degree paths brought on different finals/papers/projects. It seemed that we were always missing each other. Right in the middle of finals, I had a three day break. It's New Orleans and finals = Jazz Fest. I got tickets with my club bottom boy friend Ashley and John, my previous roommate. Off we went to the fest, which was held at the Fairgrounds race track and was basically and all day party as you waited for bands. We smoked pot, ate way too much food, and break lots of beer. I was drunk. It was fun. Ashley started telling us stories of the guys who fucked him. John started sharing his stories too. I told them mine. At one point as I was telling a story I noticed them both looking at me like I was crazy. I'd forgotten what safe sex advocates they were and I had been telling them about begging guys to cum in my ass. They were really concerned because they both knew Connor and I had sex with a lot of guys during the school year - dozens of different guys. We messed around at the bathhouse, in the club, at parties. Everyone knew we were open, but not even my friends knew I didn't use condoms when getting fucked by guys other than Connor. We ended up having a serious conversation which, of course, sobered me up just enough to realize I was too sober. The conversation wound down as the next act started. I left to get another beer. As I was waiting in line, I felt a guy squeeze my ass gently. I turned around and it was Seth - the guy who fucked me just prior to my breakup with Justin. We hugged and it was good to see him. He was still hot as fuck and he was always friendly. He asked why I had looked so pensive when he came up behind me. I decided, "Fuck it." I told him what had just happened. I mean, who was he to judge, he already came inside me. Seth laughed and we made a joke of the whole thing. We wandered around the Fairgrounds listening to music in other tents. Just as it was turning dusk, Seth asked if I wanted to go to his car and smoke before the main act started. I went with him down the long line of cars to his Suburban. I made fun of him for having such a "top-boy" car. He grabbed my ass and pushed me up against the side of the. Seth said, "You have such a bottom boy ass." I looked at him and down the line of cars. We were wedged in a line of cars parked side to side. I could hear people, but couldn't see them. As Seth ground his crotch into my ass for the second time - only partially kidding; I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down. He said, "That's what I'm talking about." I was in briefs which I also pushed down in the back so his cock could rub on my bare ass. I reached for his cock, unzipped his shorts, felt inside his boxers and pulled out his cock. It still felt as great as ever. I put his cock on my ass. He said, "I'm going to fuck you bareback. What would your friends say?" I said, "They wouldn't like it." He said, "Do you want it anyway?" I said, "Fuck my ass Seth." Seth pushed my shirt over my head and then my shorts and underwear down. I stepped out of them. Now dressed only in sneakers, Seth spit on his cock a few times. He said, "You sure you want this cock? I have a condom in my pocket." I said, "Yes, fuck me without it. I want it bareback. Just like the first time you fucked me." Seth pushed his big cock in my ass. I moaned as softly as I could. His cock slipped in my regularly used ass rather easily. Seth began fucking me with long deep strokes. He built up speed quickly. Within a few minutes Seth said, "I'm going to breed you bitch." And he flooded my ass with his cum. He fucked me two more times in the back of his truck. Once with my feet on the roof of his truck and once bent over the back seat. I begged for his cum the second and third times he fucked me. When we finally went back to see the music, the main act was half over. I was stoned, well fucked and had Seth's cum leaking out of my ass. My friends asked where I had been. I told them I ran into Seth and we went and smoked pot and talked. When I got home that night, I quickly jumped in the shower and tried to clean out as much as possible so Connor wouldn't know I had another guy's cum inside me. I got in bed and laid next to Connor. He felt my ass. He felt my hole. He said, "Your ass is puffy. Were you playing with your toys today?" I said I had played with my toys that morning. I also told him that I had just cleaned out. Connor said he hadn't paid enough attention to me the last week. He then proceeded to pound my ass for an hour until he loaded me with a week's worth of his cum. Seth was the first guy I didn't tell Connor about; but he was not the last one.

4. Duncan There's no reason to be coy about this or draw it out further. Either the late seventies seeped into the present, or the other way around. Just so we're clear before the WTF confusion sets in. Time is a door. It’s always locked with no way to get from one room to another. You age through without noticing, and you travel in one direction only. But that’s not the propensity of this house. Doors connect to other random rooms, designed by whim. Passageway to staircases to doors you thought were elsewhere. Here, there are passageways that lead back to different eras; here, there are stairs that lead to a wall, sometimes lead, akin to a relationship, nowhere, to a dead end and a waste of precious time; here, there are hallways that lead to different mores, different beliefs, different outcomes, different proclivities, some as amoral and far afield as The Inquisition or the cell of de Sade. One link to The Inquisition timeline lies in this house upstairs, preserved in the antiquity of a St. Andrew’s cross, within what Elijah calls The Tower. Echoes of victims are burnished within the aged wood, burned bones, fractured bodies. Their cries are not limited to only one time, but reverberate throughout time in the nails of the cross. This house breaths life into such a relic and takes life from it. The Tower is part of the original structure built a floor above the kitchen. A spiral staircase behind the kitchen leads to up it. Besides the stellar view of the city, it houses a small stage complete with spot light and a sling, the aforementioned St. Andrew’s cross, a fireplace ablaze, causing the current occupants to loosen their dinner garb one button at a time, a padded fuck bench, and four overstuffed wingback chairs, three of which are occupied at the moment. A fourth, a slave, sits next to one of them. Time is a locked door. And while it holds that no one gets to pass from one time to another, there’s always a keyhole that leaks light through it from time to time. Depending on your perspective you can look through it forward to back, or back to front. It only depends upon which side you’re on and how open you are to seeing the other side. Three men sit in comfortable wingback chairs, all have backgrounds in performance of some kind or other. Two ex-Jesuits come from the church. Elijah, Master Eli, who you’ve already met, is upstairs rousting Tucker; Samuel you don’t know yet, but is the nastier of the two ex-monks, and is petting, at his feet, his slave's wavy red hair; the lawyer and San Francisco councilman, Terry Brenner, comes from the court; and a young-ish actor-director, Alan Riggs, comes from the stage and from back east. Samuel, as Eli knows, has brought along a young slave and protege, Duncan, who’s been instructed to remain on the floor this evening—collared, body shaved except for bushy red pubes left intact, exposed to the room in his chaps. Wearing his leather harness, you can admire his young, developing muscles. Certainly the councilman does. Riggs, on the other hand, focuses and the ginger pubes. Samuel’s been intrigued why only his young protégé has been invited. Elijah, during dinner, said he had, through pure serendipity, found another young man this evening, naked, erect (having gotten into the chem piss), going through his things when he got home. He left him upstairs “stewing” with an eel to keep him company through dinner, and thought it would be interesting to bring him and Duncan together as after dinner entertainment. "It kills the eel, you know. You remember, don't you Duncan?" Samuel says. The slave is not allowed to speak, but nods with a slight shiver. "Poor eel," says Brenner excitedly. "I must try and get some." "Duncan, you've taken an eel?" asks Riggs, gazing at the luscious lad. Duncan nods and looks back at the floor. "And I thought that was just urban legend." "It was an excellent bridge to his first fist. He could take anything afterward," the defrocked priest says, "couldn't you boy?" The boy looks up, agrees, then looks back at the floor. "Look who I found," announces Eli, coming back in the room with Tucker. Tucker's naked, wearing just a collared and a dazed look. Duncan looks up at Tucker and immediately, like a starving dog, starts to get hard. "He's lovely. What's its name?" Brenner ask Eli. "You know, I never got around to that. What is your name, boy?" "Tucker," the boy says glancing around the room at the men and the red haired boy growing a noticeably large erection. His own is now on the rise, too, looking at the attractive red head. Eli points a finger next to his chair and Tucker instinctively kneels down next to it. Eli sets a quarter filled bottle of chilled yellow liquid on the coffee table between all the chairs. From the side table he brings over four liqueur glasses, setting one in front of each of the men. Duncan perks up beside Samuel. "Down boy," scolds Samuel. "You know only from the tap or if I piss in you. Tonight's special, though, isn't it brother Elijah." Eli smiles and takes two large syringes from the side table. Duncan sees them with wide frightened eyes, but Tucker can't focus on them. He's still looking around the room to take in the new men, and trying to figure out why he feels so empty. "Master? It's really dead?" Tears are welling in Tucker's eyes. "We all die, boy." Eli is wiping a tear off his face. "We can only hope we die as happy and warm someday." Eli is pouring the chem piss in the four glasses. "He's been shitting the eel for at least the last hour. Poor thing," he explains. Eli lifts up his glass. "To the eel. Heil!" "Heil," shout the other men, and down their glasses. "Brother, will you do the honors?" Eli asks. "Mine needs his booster and it looks like yours is a bit skittish tonight." Eli goes to the fireplace and tends to the fire. "He'll be fine in a minute or two. Duncan, heel!" Duncan lays out his muscular forearm and pumps his fist to push out his veins. Samuel scans them over, picks one that isn't as bruised as the others, and pops the needle in at an angle. He rotates the syringe till he gets a good draw of blood and gushes the content into the boy's arm. Duncan's on his haunches, and staggers a bit as the drug hits him hard. He's trying to focus on Riggs directly across from him. Riggs is licking his lips as the boy grabs hold of Samuel for balance. He can't help himself and begins chanting, "fuck, fuck, fuck." "Oh, yes you will be fucked alright," Samuel assures him. "Now sit. Tucker, come over here to me. Let's try something fun." Tucker starts to stand, but Eli yanks his chain, pulling him by the collar back to the floor. "Always on all four, boy, unless I tell you otherwise." The boy crawls on all fours to Samuel. While Riggs and Brenner watch Samuel prepping Tucker, Riggs continues a conversation they were having at supper. "The artistic director of the company is retiring in September?" "Definitely," assures Brenner. "It'll be announced at our next board meeting. I chair so I can certainly guide the nomination your way. The company's on the elderly side so I'd say you're going to need some new blood." They both spy Duncan, who Samuel informed them at dinner was a broke, out of work actor. The two men see he's now on the lust side of the drug looking around the room licking his lips and growing his manhood to monumental proportions. "I'd say, Samuel has enough of a corral he could spare one or two." Samuel hears his name and looks up from Tucker's cock in his hand, smiles a "perhaps" at the men, and sticks the needle in the large vein on Tucker's shaft. Tucker is puzzled at the syringe stuck in his dick, then feels it. "Oh, shit," are the last words out of Tucker's lips before he falls backward hitting his head on Eli leg. "How much was that," Riggs asks. Eli rights the boy's head. "Six or six-five. He had half a gram before you came." "Phew!" says Riggs. "I'd be a fried mess if I had that much back to back." "Well, I think that's what he is," says Brenner. He's right, too. Tucker is bright red, mouthing words without speaking, eyes shaking back and forth. "Holy fuck!" Samuel slaps his knees and cheers loudly, "Just another regular American boy! Let's get you up and ready, you hot fucking piece of boy meat. Grab that arm, brother." Between Samuel and Eli they grab Tucker under each of their arms. Even though Samuel has been losing weight at alarming rate this past year, both the men are tall, and easily drag the boy over to the sling. Tucker's toenails scratch across the rug, then over the mosaic tiles, then up the wooden platform. He's flying through the air, sees his legs miles out from his body, feeling the best he's ever felt in his life, two men putting his feet into leather straps, a small pillow being adjusted under his head. He can't keep up with the dopamine flowing through him. Everything is perfect. Lights are adjusting so there's a dim glow outlining his body. A fire illuminates some men in the room. He's hot as hell and his loins burn for someone to touch him. He sees a tall dark hair man between his legs who looks familiar. The man is stripping off his black shirt. He looks super-human, less man than a figure built from rocks. Tucker feels his hole fully agape and invites the man to enter him. A phallus larger than he's ever seen pierces his hole all the way to the man's black patch of hair in one fell swoop. A hand turns his head sideways, encouraging him to suck on a half-erect cock. There's lots of foreskin on it to push back, and an overwhelming taste of rotten cheese, but he's boiling in lust and wants to be used by these anonymous men, so eats the smegma and licks the knob till it's clean. The one he's sucking off shouts, "Duncan, get your ass on the bench. Let 'em fuck you, then you can help me play with this one." Tucker looks off in the flickering darkness and sees a boy positioning himself on a bench, with two dark figures entering him on either end. The foreskinned man brings Tucker's head back around to continue sucking him. The two men over him take turns pinching his tits. He reaches up the foreskinned man's chest and tweaks his nipples. They're gigantic, nipples as big as baby bottles. The man brings down his nipple for Tucker to nurse. They're foul tasting, sulfur mixed with feces, but he's hungering for it. The nipple almost fills his mouth. When he's scraped the taste off it, the man offers his other one, all while his ass is pounded relentlessly. He spies the foreskin man reach over to the man fucking him. He feels a finger, then two slip in his ass in addition to the pounding cock. The black figure between his legs lets out a roar, then slams his ass hard, and hard again. He pauses, head bent. Tucker feels a pulse cock enlarge, contract, enlarge, before he feels a mammoth cock slip out of him. Again he has that empty abandoned feeling. I trickle of sludge slides out his ass. It's warm and foul, extremely pungent and the man he was moments ago sucking is now at his ass, eating him. He feels an unnaturally long tongue sliding inside of him. The dark haired man is now next to him shoving his filthy cock in his mouth. It reeks of shit and salty cum and grease. He gags but the member is pushing against his face so the dark bush that absorbed much of the butt slime is now covering his nostrils. He's breathing through the black bush but as much as he feels suffocated, he's also desiring and completely enjoying it, feeling how helpless he is to giving into and being used by these pigs making him one of them. The slime of a tongue is replaced by firm fingers, three is what he counts, sliding into his hole. A slippery fourth is added. Something is broken under his nose and the vapor he inhales sends him deeper into denigration. Piss spurts from the cock buried in his mouth. He's not drinking because it's so deep in his throat, it's pouring directly into his stomach. The man encourages him to let go and be a sewer for him. Another cap is broken and a whole hand is beckoning at his hole, trying to enter him, whole. Butts weren't make to take in hands, he thinks, but he's surrendering to the seductive thought of it. He's never considered it, but since it's being offered he's thinking how much he'd like to give into it. It's crowning, at its largest stretch and straining the muscle, how hard it hurts, how much he wants it. Then it breaks through and he's repeating a mantra of the fisted: oh fuck, oh fuck. Every nerve ending inside is calling out in overwhelming pleasure. He can visualize how his asshole is clamping down on the hand, pushing it deeper inside. He doesn't know when it will stop sliding up his ass. He doesn't know if he wants it to. He can't believe how good he feels, how unnatural it is that he's sensing the world from the inside. He didn't know this was possible. "Yes," he says to the man who's inside him. "That's so good," he says looking up into the face. It's white, the face, black eyes, sunken cheeks, mucous running out his nostrils. "More," he intones up to the man. The man sneers and obliges. He feels the large hand bend into a fist, nails scrape against his rectal walls. The man purposefully twists his knuckle against his prostrate sending waves of intense pleasure, too much pleasure, it's hard for him to stay in his body. The hand unfolds and journeys deeper into him. The hand is stuck on a blocked passage. He is in the passage. He is the cause of the blockage. It is him, he has to tell himself. It is his body that is willfully being used. He is as much participant as spectator. He feels first one finger drilling against the internal barrier, then two fingers circling, applying pressure. With the third finger penetrated, forming a small triangle in his colon, it's able to pry apart the second sphincter and open the passage for the rest of the hand. It feels like his body is being raped, forced open and he's loving it. He's writhing on the man's open palm, impaling his body as much as he can in the swaying sling. He's trying to bounce on the man's hand, and the man is all in favor of it. Two men talk above him, demons in a flickering hell. "I don't want him damaged," the man by his head says. "The boy is completely swallowing my arm. I can't help how much in heat he's in." "Slow it down," the man next to him warns. "Duncan, get over here!" calls the man fisting his ass. Tucker feels the hand being withdrawn and is almost ready to cry as it leaves. A feeling of abject abandonment is taking him over. As the hand withdraws he's trying to draw it back in. He squeezes on the palm and it slides back in somewhat. "He's doing it, not me," objects the fister. "You want to get pistoned, boy?" he asks rhetorically, as he started pile driving his fist in and deeper in, though never breaking completely out. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me when I'm fisting you!" He doing it hard to keep Tucker's attention, but it's having the exact opposite effect. The harder he's being fisted, the further out of his body he is. All that remains is his voice: "Fuck me harder, harder, harder." They are trapped like Chinese finger puzzles: the harder the fist pulls out, the harder Tucker clamps down on it. "Yes, yes," Tucker begs, luxuriating on the trapped fists, unable to control how hard he's rocking on the man's fist. His colon is on fire, flaming in lust, seeing out of the darkness a beautiful young man with bright fiery hair coming toward him. With one enormous gut-wrenching punch exiting his hole, the fist flies out of him. Four men and the boy are transfixed, staring at a very open hole. "Beautiful," exclaims the man who fisted him. He bends down and licks his hole. He sees the man pulling his asslips apart, lapping at his insides, coaxing him to push harder. In the mirror above him reveals his pushed out colon that all are fingering. The dark pleasure he's feeling he wants to continue. "More," he begs the group. "Duncan. Show him more," instructs Samuel. Duncan smiles, feeling Tucker's splayed out hole. "Aye, Sir. It'll be a pleasure showin' the lad how much he can take, and then showin' him he can take a wee bit mure."

I went to gran canaria for new years eve 31 dec - 4th jan 2017 and ended up at Zoo which was pretty busy, loads of men, mostly 25-55 but most of the older fellas were quite hot too. Most guys were fucking bareback no problem, no questions asked. I took 13 loads up my ass that I could count and came in two guys, I also had 2 in my mouth. I have no idea how many other cocks I had in my mouth/ass. I was impressed by size as well. the lads were pretty hung so it was really hot. I went there two more nights and fared well, i got gangbanged a few times and didn't quite care about numbers those nights. Out of 3 nights I went, probably 5 fellas wore condoms. as Zoo was too good, I didnt get to try any other places. I did go to the dunes and althought I had trouble finding it, it sure was fun once I was there. I did swallow a lot of cum but only got fucked bb twice, most guys wanted condoms which i dislike but not enough to make me say no. The cruising experience is always hot though.

That becomes a difficult question to answer. For me, I'm fine with it, face or not. I had a guy (way back as a baby gay, as in 19 and single digits of experience) who left his webcam on while we had sex and then told me about it afterwards. I was a mixed bag of reactions on it. Part of me was pissed, part of me was turned on. Part of me was relieved that it was a webcam, part of me knew anyone watching could have recorded it. Part of me wanted to punch him in the face, part of me somehow liked him more for doing it. I hit the top of the fence on that one, and didn't know which way I would fall off. I ended up going with the idea that, while I wouldn't have said yes if he asked and would have had a hundred or more objections whether it was an open webcam or a video recording, I kind of appreciated that he did it without asking for my consent. Strange, but I felt more comfortable with knowing after the fact, about not having a choice and not feeling self conscious about the camera. It ended up being kind of like losing one's virginity, lots of build up to the moment and no big deal after it happens. Then it, in a way, became a turn on. I began to assume everyone I have sex with might be recording it. Which is strangely exciting. Flash forward 15 years, we're still friends, and I'm even friends with his wife. He also kept his love of recording, so I have pics that would destroy his life, one's his wife knows nothing about. She thinks he just jerks off to gay porn. She has no idea how much more is going on. But I do. Which is kind of hot on a whole different level.

Sounds just like my experiences in Berlin! Love that city and the hot uncut German cocks!

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

i got my last CUM LOADS at the BIG Top Circus Adult Theater at 569th and Federal in Denver, CO. I spent 48 hours hanging around blowing strangers cocks. I was able to take in syringes of Crystal Meth and keep myself at a very HORNY and SLEAZY mindset. The Theater is open 24/7 and the manager on duty could care less what goes on. I went in on Wednesday around 4:30pm when guys start getting off from work. I also posted on craigslist, Address4Sex.com and Squirt that there was a cocksucker looking for anonymous CUM LOADS, and not wanting reciprocation. I ran out of meth about 3 hours ago but I'm still HORNY. I'm just going to rest up a bit and snack on the LOADS from the female condom I had in my ads. I am invited to a PnP sex party later tonight.

on my way to the gym, I stopped to grab a coffee. I asked for the restroom key while waiting and was told it was occupied. I went and waited at the door and when it opened this bearded wall of muscle was standing there. I winked and said my turn, just then the door opened a tad more and this other guy kind of ran out. I laughed and walked in and turned to lock the door when the muscle man closed it behind him and said he could go again. On my knees and I pulled his shorts down, pulled his jock over and started tonguing a puffed up swollen cock. You could taste the spunk still on it. I stood me up and pushed me over the sink. I pointed to the floor near the toilet where he must have fucked the guy before. I went over and scooped the cold load off the floor, lubed my hole with it and he sank in. He power fucked me, using my jock as a handle, keeping me deep on his cock. He shot his load deep in my gut and had me clean his dick off and pack it away. I pulled my shorts up and we both left. We learned each others names when we picked up our now cold coffees at the bar. When I got to my car, my shorts started to have a wet spot on my ass and I realized I still needed to piss.

Gave one in the gym sauna earlier to a married guy in his late 50's. We've fool around a few times but mostly jacking one another and I've blown him a couple of times. I saw him getting out of his street clothes as I was headed to the sauna and we waved at one another. I was already stroking myself hard when came in wearing a towel. What surprised me was he carrying a little jar of Vaseline which he handed me, tossed his towel on the bench and then bent over. I quickly greased my dick and slowly started to push it in his ass. I've got a thick cock and he was tight, but after he loosened up I started pounding him hard and fast while he stroked himself. I loved how he was whimpering and trying not to make too much noise. It didn't take long before I told him I was ready to breed his tight hole, and then I shoved it in to the hilt and came deep inside of his ass. My orgasm was so intense I thought my knees would buckle, but I kept fucking him as he rubbed out his own load. Without a word I slapped his ass, grabbed my towel and left for the shower.

Snowing here and a black silverodo with a plow came by. The guy asked if i wanted drive way plowed I said sure , As he was very hot masculine guy . I invited him in for hot coffee and purposely left a TIM flick on the counter. Sure enough he looked at it closely and I took a chance by sitting next to him and letting my leg rub against his . He looked at me and i thought now I am in trouble as he looked me straight in the eye and said What the fuck?I expected him to slug me but, he then smiled and asked you want your hole plowed too? Well let me tell you he drove that 8 inched raw tool deep in my lusting hole and dropped a enormous amount of his man cum in me . Said he be back to plow again if the snow continues. I replied you can plow my asshole anytime. With a big grin he said sure will

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

Part 5 As the van drove through the city, I lay in the back in a chemed up, sexed up haze. My mind drifted back to my high school football days. I saw my teammates naked in the showers, rubbing their soap covered bodies. Then I saw them lined up one after the other to fuck me as I lay on the weight bench, pounding my ass and filling me with their hot cum. Then I imagined their dads fucking me, big hairy men passing the quarterback slut around. As these images filled my head, I reached down into my shorts and felt my raw, puffy hole. I moaned as I felt the wetness oozing out of it, around my finger and down my leg. I knew my hole was wrecked, but I still wanted more. I had no idea just how wrecked my hole would become. The van stopped and Master came to the back and pulled off my tank top. Pulling out some nipple clamps, he attached them to me. I yelped in pain, but was quickly turned on by this new sensation. Then he opened the van door. I started to panic. We were at the bar from last night. The bar I frequented as the top God. I was known there! Everyone would see me as a pig! Master just yanked on my collar and dragged me out of the van. As soon as we entered the bar, he dropped me to my knees. I crawled after him, my head hung in shame as people snickered and pointed. Master just took his position at the bar with me on the floor next to him. Over the next few hours I remained on the floor. People would come to examine me with my cum caked hair, reeking of piss, with cum oozing out of my ass. Master would encourage them to finger my hole, which they did a lot. Especially humiliating were the twinks I had dominated fingering me and sticking their fingers in my mouth to clean off. Eventually we left and Master drove us to our next destination. Club Taurus. A very hardcore sex club. I had heard about it, but had never been. I was informed that I was tonight's special entertainment. As soon as Master paid and we were inside, I was stripped naked again and led to our room. The club wasn't busy yet, it was still a little early, so I just rested a while on the bed while Master busied himself with his phone. An hour or so later, and it was time to get busy. Several large hits and a bootie bump later, we were out in the orgy room. I was grabbed immediately and bent over. I didn't even see the man, but just felt his cock push into me. I moaned like a whore as he rode me, pumping me hard and unloading deep inside me. Man after man used my whore holes, dumping load after load into me. At one point as I was sitting on a guy, riding him, he just grabbed me and pulled me into him. Immediately I felt another cock at my hole, trying to push in. With brute force he jammed it up inside me alongside the other cock. I cried out in pain as I was ripped apart. The guy who had just entered me covered my mouth to silence me and started deep dicking me hard and fast until both cocks erupted at the same time flooding my torn innards. The use of my body went on for some time before Master took me out of the orgy room and back to our private room. I was to get a little break before the finale of the evening.