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Thinking of booking a sleazy hotel room at the Hotel Pennsylvania in midtown to take anon cock and cum all day and night, either tonight or tomorrow night, the room is cheap and im feeling slutty AF

This is one of my favorite bathhouse memories to jerk off to. It had been a long frustrating week and all I wanted to do was get loaded with jizz all night long. I cleaned out at work so all I had to do was get my room, lube up and head out with my bottle of poppers. I did not even bother taking a towel. I wanted everybody to see what was offered. I went to the gloryholes first to warm up. The minute I knelt at the hole a cock stuck thru. Lucky me! In no time I was rewarded with a hot load. There was plenty of it so I took some time to roll it around my mouth and savor the gooey flavor. I sucked three cocks. The last I took a chance and pressed my ass to the hole. The guy only hesitated a moment before easing his cock into my hole. He paused long enough for me to take a long hit of poppers and then went to work on my ass. He had the perfect starter cock for my evening of being a cum dumpster. Not too big, not too small. He got me warmed up and well lubed with man juice. I was ready so I headed to the sling. It was occupied by a hot little bottom with a super hairy ass. I fucking love to eat a hairy ass especially when it has been bred by several cocks. He was taking on all cummers and I enjoyed the show even though I was jealous as hell. I watched as five different guys loaded him up and who knows how many he took before I arrived. A couple of his fuckers were major trolls but they both had fantastic cocks so it was still hot to watch. There was a break in the action so I took the opportunity to dive in and sample his hole. He moaned and twitched while I ate out his cummy ass. Eventually he pushed out a huge squirt of jizz for me. It was a torrent. Made my cock so fucking hard. I kept it in my mouth and then kissed him with it. While we were snowballing all that delicious cum another top stepped up and fucked him. The whole time he was getting banged we traded cum back and forth with sloppy kisses only pausing to snort poppers. The last top made his deposit and wondered off. The bottom, I found out later his name was Roger, said he needed a break. So while he went off to piss I climbed in the sling. After seeing all that hot action I was in a frenzy to get loaded myself. Thankfully it was busy that evening and I only had to wait a moment before a daddy bear stepped up and crammed his fat cock in my hole. He was hairy all over and I got off petting his fur while he got off in me. I pretty much had dick up my ass for the whole next hour. It was fantastic. One of the tops had some great poppers that really sent me flying. I must have taken about eight loads. One of the trolls came back to fuck me. He was butt ugly with pale clammy skin and man boobs but he had a fantastic cock and a huge nut sack. Plus he was really good at dirty talk. I love aggressive tops who really know how to press my buttons with colorful language. Its an art. I did not realize that Roger came back and watched a lot of the show. When there was a break he returned the favor and ate out my ass. I gave him a big wad of cum that he shared with me but he fucked me at the same time. After he shot his load I invited him back to my room to share some beers I had smuggled in. We spent the next couple hours drinking, snorting poppers and devouring each other bodies. Part of the time we left the door open so guys could wander and use our holes as they chose. At the end of our time together I slowly fucked him while he told me how his grandpa taught him how to suck cock and that he got addicted to cock and cum when his grandpa would invite guys over to fuck him. Where ever you are Roger I hope you are still going strong and you are getting your share of dick.

As we all calmed down the musky smell of man-on-man sex hung thick in the air, with Grahame saying, “Time for a shower and freshen up” hauling Liam to his feet half dragged him to the bathroom as feeling returned to his wobbly legs. I on the other hand surveyed the blood and spunk strewn bedding and decided to throw them in the washer, carefully as Liam’s load slid from my well used ass no matter how hard I clenched tight. By the time I reached our walk in shower the room was hot and steamy I could see Liam’s shampoo covered body pushed up against the wall saying “fuck me” This nice guy had turned into an aggressive bottom. It certainly had me hot and horny again and began stroking my hard cock intensely watching the action unfold before my eyes. As Grahame kissed Liam’s neck hard our sub boy was pulling his cheeks apart…with me barely 8 feet away and they couldn't care less. I sit on the loo, relax and let the rest of Liam’s cum flow down the pan as I watch and fist my cock as Grahame’s cock keeps rubbing against his cum lubed hole, a hole that had been opened so much since he arrived hours ago and as the tip found its mark Liam simultaneously pushes all the way down in one swift move before bouncing up and down furiously riding the hard flesh fast and furiously that they both cum in minutes, Grahame deep in Liam’s sloppy cunt whilst his load slides down the shower wall. After their show they towel off as I quickly freshen up and we all crash naked on the couch talking openly for the first time. Liam tells us his boyfriend had gone with his parents, sister and her husband on a family 3-week Caribbean holiday, one that he couldn’t go on due to his work launching a new product meaning he had to train their Worldwide sales team over a series of seminars during those same weeks… Grahame and I look each other in the eye and knowing one another’s thoughts say, “Move in with us!”, Liam’s limp cock excitedly grows to full size and gets our attention, “Looks like we have an answer and it's a YES” we all laugh and make arrangements. Liam will go home each evening skype his bf then come back to ours getting royally fucked each evening and being woken up to one of us slipping our morning wood up his gaping chute. One night I came home late to find Grahame had invited his gifter Pitor over to further infect our boy twice and one each from us. 2 weeks after my first breeding session with Liam I wake up to a moving furnace burning next to me and although his big soft cock is still just poking in my hole plugging a load of his cum in my ass his rocking action tells me Grahame is awake and has begun seeding Liam yet again. I shift in our damp bed and sensing I’m awake Liam says, “I think I’ve got a cold coming, aches and a wicked sore throat…” Grahame and I knew better, mentally I'm totting up the dates, since we had experienced the same thing I knew exactly what it was, “No bud, for sure it’s the fuck flu. RESULT! All our breeding has been successful." We all cancel work for the day as over the next few hours Liam has joint pains and his lymph nodes were on fire too before heading to a downward spiral of sweats, fever, chills, powerful headache and a messy 24 hour dose of the shits. Since this was during the 'flu season' his work assumed it was the regular flu but as the days of Liam getting sicker ticked by we had a bigger problem of his boyfriend Ross’s imminent arrival to worry about… The morning his family were due home we got Liam warm and comfortable in his own bed at home in time for us to get away before the family returned to sympathize and nurse him as the viral war within continued reminding him each day the fuck flu symptoms were a rite of passage and meant he had been pozzed by our powerful DNA. Liam importantly was really embracing getting pozzed by hatching a plan to tempt his cheating boyfriend in to a four-way hook up for us to pump him full of our toxic virus thus changing his body forever. During one of the 10 days he was off work we agreed my Top Grahame should go round and be introduced as one of Liam’s co-workers to see how he was doing with the idea really being to begin the seduction of Ross. After the “Hi how are you? You look like shit, how’s work etc etc “chit chat Liam says in a less than subtle message that he’s tired and wants to sleep, “I’m so sick and exhausted we haven’t had any sex since Ross got back” “ewe too much information!” “but thanks for stopping be to see me.” We had had regular text updates on Ross, his likes/dislikes his high sexdrive as a power bottom and so on his way-out Grahame knowing he has passed them says, “Ummm I can’t remember where I put my shoes.” “They’re here, let me get them for you” and as Ross bent down to pick them up Grahame turns and steps forward in a flash grinding his thickening cock against Ross’s pert ass. Far from protesting Ross makes out as Grahame is grabbing, squeezing and kneading his ass through his jeans, telling Ross how nice it felt. While his tongue was in his mouth he unfastened Ross’s pants and pulled them down pushing him to their front door. A wet finger was quickly in his ass and then Grahame drops to his knees and started to eat his hole, forcing his talented tongue deep in the musky opening. After a few minutes it was nice and wet, so stood and switched to rubbing his hard bare dick against the willing hole. He whispers his demands, "Tell me how much you want my cock and cum?" Ross the slut excitedly responds "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum. I will do whatever you say." “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing I love better than shoving my raw dick in a cheating slut’s hole. I’m going to load you up.” And with that he thrust in hard, “but not here, I’ll leave my number, be sure and call me” Grahame pulls out, dresses and is out the door in seconds wondering how long it will be before Ross calls.

Only friends and hot guys. Connor was still the joy of my life. Our usual morning routine, during the semester, was waking up together and him going off to class and me going for a run. I was so happy every morning waking up next to my amazing guy. We'd run through our respective days and then catch back up after our last class spending the rest of the afternoon/evening together. It was a great life. And, best of all, our sex life was amazing. I still hadn't told Connor about Seth; which did cause me occasional guilt. The guilty feelings never lasted more than a moment. During the summer, Connor had a paid internship. His internship was in NYC and Connor was going to stay with my aunt and uncle in Manhattan. I was staying in New Orleans for a while alone and moving us into our new apartment. After I moved into the new place, I was going to NYC to spend the summer with Connor and my family. Connor and I had a month separation ahead of us. We fucked so much that my ass actually had a dull ache some days. As the time of his flight approached it was as if every moment away from him hurt. When he'd get out of bed, I'd run my fingers over his arm, leg or chest just to get a last touch. The lovemaking became so emotional that Connor cried once. He said that he'd never loved anyone as much as he loved me. He didn't know how this was going to work over the next month because he didn't want to be away from me. I was so happy he reciprocated my desires and fears. We held each other a lot. I cried at the airport watching him go through security. My friend John drove us because he knew I'd be a basket case. Connor called as soon as he arrived in New York. We spoke his entire cab ride to my aunt and uncle's building. They all called me together to let me know that Connor arrived safely and was properly installed in the guest room. Connor and I spoke every day. We started texting more during this time, but it was clunky then because we had flip phones. We'd send each other the dirtiest texts. We told each other every night that we loved each other. I missed him. One night, Connor missed our call and I kinda freaked out. I was really nervous and afraid something had happened to him. I called my aunt and uncle and they hadn't seen him. I paced the room. Went for a run along the streetcar line. Washed dishes. Finally I fell asleep and I heard the text - "Sorry babe. I forgot to call. I was out with coworkers. I love you." I was immediately jealous of these "coworkers". Not that I had any reason to be. It was irrational. But I missed Connor so much. I was about to call him when I got the next text. "Don't worry babe. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow morning. :)" Of course I slept poorly. Connor called at 6am New Orleans time and apologized again. He said I must've been freaking out some. I admitted I had. He asked what I did to not totally freak out. I told him all the things I had done. He said, "Wow. You must really miss me babe. That's more than your usually calm anxiety." We chuckled. I told him that I might go out with some mutual friends that night. He asked who and said, "Well maybe you should let them fuck you to work out the anxiety." He laughed. I laughed too. Then Connor said, "Babe I really was with coworkers last night. All we did was grab dinner and a few drinks and then I walked home. My phone died during dinner. That's why I didn't text you." He continued, "I mean it though Zach. If you want to have sex with our friends tonight without me being there; that's cool." He continued, "I haven't had sex without you for over a year. I only want you. But, Zach, I think you need a lot of sex. There's a validation or something in it for you. I don't fully understand it, but I love that I can give that to you either through my dick or by giving you permission to ride one of our friends as a substitute. We only had three rules and we never broke them - only with me knowing or participating; only with our friends or hot guys we do together; and no guys with HIV. The last rule is more serious now because we stopped using condoms with our other partners. It keeps us both safe." I was quiet. Connor asked me to say something. His voice quivered slightly. I replied. "I understand babe. But, what do you mean that I use sex as validation?" Connor said, "I knew I chose the wrong word when I said that. Um....just forget it. I didn't mean anything by it ok?" He followed with a really sincere, "I love you so much. Please don't overthink this like you do. I love you and I miss you and I want to see you." I relaxed and said, "I love you and miss you too." We hung up and both went about our day. That night I went out with Ramon, Dave and Bradley. (I mentioned Bradley in an earlier chapter.) Ramon was a very hot Latino top and Dave was a jockish mutual friend. Bradley never really went out, so this was a rare occasion. We drank and danced mostly. I did a couple of bumps of coke, but nothing else. Bradley loves daddies and was on the hunt for a nice daddy that night. Bradley is a rarity - and Asian top that likes to fuck older white guys. We changed bars to follow Bradley across the street. We were now at Pub - no dance floor on the first floor, just a giant bar. So we did shots and I rubbed up on Ramon a bit. Bradley found his target daddy for the evening and left for the guy's hotel room, leaving us with the daddy's friends. They weren't bad looking guys, but definitely not the type we would normally find ourselves hanging out with at the bar. I was still flirting with Ramon and I suggested we leave these guys and go to the bathhouse. Dave and Ramon agreed. Off we went. We were changing and Dave asked, "Is it true that you and Connor have an open relationship?" I said, "We do threesomes and sometimes one of us can play without the other." Dave said, "Does that mean I can fuck you?" I took off my jeans, looked over my shoulder at Dave, smiled broadly and wearing only my jockstrap I left the changing area. Dave was about 5'10", 150, built solid, big thighs and arms and a strong chest. Ramon was 5'7", 125, wiry build and a rumored awesome cock. Once inside I looked around for a bit. I was getting turned on looking at some of the action. Especially watching this twink getting nailed by this larger, older black man. That's what it must've looked like for the guys watching as Lou fucked me in the bathhouse in Albany. My cock was definitely getting harder and I stroked it through my jock pouch. Reluctantly, I turned away to find the guys again. I ran almost right into Ramon, whose towel did very little to hide his cock. I reached down and said, "That's a hot cock." I stroked him through the flimsy towel. Ramon took me to the steam room. He laid his towel on the bench and sat down, legs spread wide and I saw his plump dick coming to life. I got on my knees to suck him off and I heard Dave say, "Wow y'all don't waste any time." He took out his 6" cock and stroked it. Dave sat down next to Ramon. I started going from cock to cock sucking them. I liked sucking both cocks. I found myself wishing Connor were here with us. I would've loved to feel him slide in my ass as I worked both of these cocks. As if on cue, Dave stood up and slid his cock on my ass crack. I arched my back; raising my ass up for him. He opened a lube packed and put lube on my ass and his cock. Dave said, "Is it also true that you let guys ride you bareback?" I thought about it for a brief second. I came up off Ramon's cock and said, "Sometimes. I didn't bring condoms with me tonight. Did you?" I could see the condom pinned to his bicep by the locker key. Dave said, "No." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm good with it if you are." I promptly started sucking Ramon's cock again. I felt as Dave slid his bare cock in my ass. He moaned, "Fuck yeah Zach. I've always wanted your ass man." He bottomed out quickly, let me adjust and then began slowly fucking me. I was spit-roasted in the sauna by our friends and I was loving it. Dave began pulling all the way out of my ass and slamming all the way back in. I was moaning as I sucked Ramon's awesome cock. It was long and just thick enough to be the perfect large cock. I was trying to take it all the way down my throat while Dave fucked me. Ramon was also moaning. I heard some other guys come into the room. I heard them whispering and they sat down and started stroking their cocks. Dave got a little nervous and slowed his fuck down, but then he picked back up when Ramon started talking to the guys. It was Bradley's daddy's friends. Dave leaned in and said, "Zach are you comfortable like this in front of these guys." I came up off Ramon's cock and said I was. I then took Dave's hand off my hip and brought it to my rock hard cock. He smiled at me and said, "Zach you're a slut." Dave shifted his cock into me as he said it. I moaned and went back to Ramon's cock. Dave was fucking me pretty hard now. I knew he wouldn't take long. All I could think about was sitting on Ramon's cock once Dave was done. Dave slapped my ass a couple of times. He said things about my great ass. His fuck was starting to feel really good. He was hitting good places and stroking my cock. Without warning, Dave slammed his cock into me with all his body and grunted loudly while saying, "I'm cumming." Dave came in me and then took a minute to relax on my back. I looked up at Ramon, stroked his hard cock and said, "Do you want me to ride you?" Ramon nodded. He also had a condom pinned against his arm with his locker key. As Dave pulled out of me and turned to leave the steam room, Ramon looked at the daddy's friends and said, "Watch this." I stood up, turned around, lined his cock up with my hole and sat down. I had to stop about 1/3rd of the way down to adjust to Ramon's size. That's when I noticed the guys stroking and watching us. They weren't bad looking guys - 40s maybe, not out of shape, but not in shape, one bald, the other graying hair. I felt Ramon's hands rub up my torso and then grab my shoulders to pull me down. It wasn't forceful, but a gentle reminder of my current job. Get him inside me. I stroked my cock and kissed Ramon as I continued to slide down his cock. It was a great cock. I groaned in pain with the last few inches. Then he hit something inside me that not every guy can tap. I moaned. I needed his cock to hit that spot again. I started to lightly ride his cock. He has a fabulous cock. I was riding him faster and the daddy's friends were really excited seeing my ass take this cock. I was loving the looks on their faces about half as much as I was loving the cock in my ass. Ramon said, "Zach, I haven't been in someone bareback in awhile. I'm not going to last too long." I slid all the way up his cock and all the way down it a few times. I thought I'd slow the pace that way and he'd last longer. I was wrong. Just as he was hitting that spot inside me again, he groaned and exploded inside me. His load was as big as the cock it came from. It filled me up and started to slide out of my ass even though his cock was still inside me. I got up off Ramon and sat on my towel and felt my ass. It was puffy and definitely leaking cum. Ramon fingered me and said I was a hot fuck. He asked if I needed help getting off as he bent over to suck my cock. I thought about the black guy fucking the twink and thought I'd go back and jerk off watching them. I told him that. He laughed and said he was going to shower. I laid back for a minute and then felt the other guys moving in on me. I didn't open my eyes. I felt one of them spread my legs. I looked up. It was the bald one. I let him feel my hole. He lifted my legs so my back was against the bench and sank his average cock into me. I moaned and closed my eyes. The bald guy lasted only a few minutes before he asked if I wanted his cum. I thought about it, "Fuck I was totally breaking the rules. No sex with guys who weren't our friends or weren't hot. This was a total stranger. Should I be doing this?" Then he said, "Too late. I'm cumming in you." Just as he slammed into me I said, "Do it! Cum in my ass." The bald guy slid out of me and the grey haired dude took his place. He said, "You are a very pretty slut." Then he pushed his dick into my hole. He fucked me hard and held my head against the bench as he fucked me. I moaned a lot. He moaned and called me names. Then grey hair said it too, "Do you want my cum, slut?" I said, "Yes. Cum in my ass." He bucked a few more times and slammed home, unloading inside me. He got up and then the older guys left the room. I jerked off laying right there. Four cum loads in my ass and only two from friends. Two were from total strangers. I was so turned on. I thought about going to find the black dude to get load five. I got so close thinking about the entire evening that I came all over myself. I was spent. I showered and went out front. Ramon had waited for me, but Dave had left. Ramon asked if he could come over and sleep with me. I said, "Sure. I'd like that. I miss Connor cuddling me at night." Ramon said, "And fucking you at night, right?" I said, "I miss that too." Ramon and I slept together that night. He bred me another time that night and twice before he left to go to church the next day. I told Connor about Dave and Ramon, but not the other guys.

just to put it out there, I don't party, never tried it, not really into it. Sometimes in fantasy it sounds awesome but thats the extent of it. So I'll jerk off to some crazy fucked up chem slut story but it doesn't mean I'm gonna start smoking meth. No judgements, seriously none, just not for me.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

Game Quest: Part 10 Bonding Now that all his preparation was taken care of: He’d been broken down, shaved, cock locked in chastity cage, and his neg boy cunt tooth-brushed and cleaned out, it was now time to bring him to the next level. He had proven to be very submissive throughout this whole process, so I decided to take off the blindfold and let him see his prison. I stood him up facing the fuck bench where I would soon turn him into a dirty cum whore (hopefully a poz one at that.), and unbuckled the blindfold. The playroom wasn’t overly bright, but since he had been blindfolded for a few hours, he squinted and tried to force his eyes open to see where he’s been all this time. Still squinting, his head spun around like mad trying to take in all the images of the playroom. He stopped on the bondage chair where he confessed everything, looked over to the St. Andrews, then to the standing cage, then the shelf full of ass toys, and back to the wet area where he got his first cleaning out. Afraid of him getting dizzy, I grabbed his head and forced him to look directly in front of him, to where he was going to be spending the night tonight. As nothing but a piece of boy meat on my fuck bench. Some buddies and I built it ourselves about 10 years earlier. We started with plans we found online then each one of us with our own sick fantasies, added our own special touches. It was a monster of a thing, and I don’t think Greg fully realized what it was for. It was shaped like a massive saw horse with 4 legs angling out at hard angles. A sub can be placed on it lengthwise and the triangular shape would force his thighs far apart. Lower down on the legs on each side were padded runners with straps for the sub to “kneel” on and straps to be placed around his calf just below his bended knee, and another around the middle of his calf. The runners extended out beyond the end of the torso portion of the fuck bench where two rubber lined metal shackles were fixed to accept his ankles. Further down on the front legs of the bench almost near the floor, were another set of fixed metal shackles for the slave’s wrists. The padded top was narrow, about a foot and a half wide and as long as the torso of a sub, about 3 feet. It was fitted with straps that could be fastened over the sub’s upper and lower back and the ass end of the padded top ramped up about a foot to force the sub’s hips and ass into the air for complete exposure and access to his hole. Two metal poles with hand grips at shot straight upwards on either side of the bench just above where the slave’s hips would be to give added thrusting power to whomever was fucking what was helplessly strapped down on the bench. I was happy that this was Greg’s first view of my play room, but he looked more puzzled than anything else. I moved him closer and said, “This is for boys like you, this will help you to become the best cumdump you can be. Let’s get you on it.” Unlocked and removed his cuffs, and helped up onto the bench on his stomach. I manipulated him in to position so his hips were right at the edge of the raised portion of the bench and his caged cock was just over the edge in a depression made just for that purpose. This allowed full view of his moist tight unfucked pussy and balls. Once his ass was in position, I put his ankles in the steel manacles, closed them and put the locking pins in. I then proceed to the head and stretched his arms down each leg pulling them tight from his shoulders and proceeded to lock each wrist into the awaiting shackles. I had the head support removed, to allow better access to a slave’s mouth for sucking or cleaning breeding, but the boy’s head was flopping down like a rag doll, so I got the donut shaped support and attached it to the off the front, it supported his head with his face in the hole, much like a massage a table. Now that he was locked in for the most part, I turned my attention to adjusting and fastening the many straps designed to keep him entirely immobile. He was now part of the bench and not going anywhere, spread wide for his virgin fuck hole to be violated. I walked around front and removed the head support so I could give him a taste of my cock. I removed the toothbrush that was still in his mouth, and inspected it. It was clean. “You’re a good little pig,” I exclaimed “of course you didn’t see how dirty it was when you first started sucking on it.” I laughed. “Now kiss my cock boy.” I stepped up closer and put my hand on either side of his head so I could direct him on how to properly please a man with his mouth. He was really toothy, and had a lot to learn but would definitely get some practice in tonight. “That’s a good boy.” I said as I forced his faced down on to my cock. After a few minutes of this, I was about ready to blow, but didn’t want to waste my load in his throat, …the thoughts of his virgin hole was driving me mad. I took his face off of my cock and lifted up his head so he could see what was painted on the wall in front of him. “Do you know what that is boy?” I asked. He looked hard, but had trouble without his glasses. “I think I’ve seen it before Sir, in zombie video games Sir. Is it a chemical symbol, Sir?” “That’s very good boy. Yes, it is a bit like a “chemical” symbol. It’s a called a biohazard symbol. It’s something you’ll get to see a lot of soon. A lot of guys who are HIV positive get it at as a tattoo, to show their pride.” He hesitated a moment and started to jerk his head around in my hands. “Why do you have it painted on the wall Sir?” He said worryingly. “Because,” I answered. “A lot of boys and guys have become HIV+ in the very spot you’re in. Do you see the names written on the left?” He squinted to try to see them and said, “I can’t see them Sir. Are those your cos play friends Sir?” I chuckled. “I guess you could say that boy. Don’t worry boy,” I said reassuringly. “I’ll let you wear your glasses when we write your name there.” “Your cosplay friends are HIV positive, Sir?” His eyes really betrayed his worry now. “Yes boy.” I said courtly. “You’re the only one who’s not.” His eyes started to swell up with tears. I lowered myself down to his face. “That’s why I’ve invited some of the names on the wall to come and fuck you boy.” “But Sir, I’ve had sex before.” he started “But nothing boy,” I interrupted, “the game has already begun and you said you wanted to be a bareback boy for Daddy. Right now, there’s really nothing else you can do is there? And soon you’re going to be filled with the cum of HIV positive men, that will be happy to share it with you. His tears continued. He was so adorable and innocent, I wanted nothing more than start pumping my newly toxic seed deep into him and making him mine. I understood why he was scared though. He’s had nobody really in life so I thought it best to reassure him. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Our cosplay can continue for quite a long time as long as you promise to be a good boy. You like being a good boy, don’t you?” He nodded his head a little. “Look at me.” I held his head in my hands tight, hoping to convey a feeling of reassurance. “I’m not going to ditch you after this. I’m willing to keep playing for a very long time.” His tears stopped a little. “Now look at me and tell me you’ve enjoyed being here so far.” He nodded again, with a little more energy than before. “Good, that makes me happy.” I said, then added “But the only way to keep on playing is to accept the rules. Do you understand?” Again, he nodded. “And what would make me very happy is to fuck you raw and cum in your boy pussy. Don’t you want to make me happy boy?” Again he nodded. And also didn’t you tell me you wanted to be a cumdump?” “Yes. Sir,” he said. I was surprised that he spoke and didn’t nod. “Good boy,” I said kissing him on his moist forhead. “So now I’m going to back to your hole and begin teaching you what it’s for.” And with that, I let his head drop, and went around to his waiting ass to deposit my poz seed.

SAN DIEGO - Work trip. Downtown hotel. Boy from BBRT was whoring out a cumdump twink. Took a Lyft to the house and was the second load in. The boy was in a sling. Cute boy, took my load like a champ. While I was waiting on my Lyft back to the hotel a black bottom was asking for my anon load and so I obliged and went to his place to drop off my sperm in his ass. Then I went back to my hotel and got ready for work. Love San Diego!!

Game Quest: Part 8 "Consent" “Let’s get that suit off of you faggot, you must be sweating up a storm in there.” “Yes Sir.” I slipped the suit off of his shoulders and down to his locked wrists. I held his wrists tight when I unlocked them and slipped the sleeves over each of his hands freeing him from the upper part of the rubber suit. I quickly relocked his wrists, and slid the suit down do to his ankles. Not really needing the shackles, I removed them and slipped suite completely off. He was now completely naked, immobilized and accessible for whatever I wanted to do. “Let’s continue our little interrogation, faggot?” “Yes Sir,” he said as he started to feel the effects of his position. I got my phone and set it to video. Then proceeded with the interrogation. “What’s your name again boy?” “Gregory Rienster” He responded as before. “How old are you?” “Nineteen,” he responded. “What were you looking for on daddy4bois?” Hesitating he said “Daddies Sir.” “Be more specific than that boy. What kind of Daddies?” “Dom Daddies, Sir.” “Come on you can be more specific than that!” I said sternly. “Kinky Dom Daddies, Sir.” “And how do you want them to fuck you?” “Hard Sir.” “Hard and what boy?” “Hard and raw, Sir.” “Louder boy!” I could see him struggle a bit with the collar tugging at his neck. “So you’re a cumdump faggot?” “Yes Sir.” “Say it for me, boy,” I insisted. “What are you?” “I’m a cumdump faggot Sir and I want to be fucked raw.” That’s what we needed. I stopped recording on my phone, and said “That was a very good boy”. He seemed to smile a bit, when he said ‘thank you sir’ but it could have been the pull of his collar on his neck. I saved the vid and sent it to my friend Mark, who would know what to do with it. I put the phone down and moved over to the boy, he was rank. The bicycle ride and the rubber suit, really conspired to bring out his body odor, but even so I think his normal hygiene was less than adequate. I rubbed my hands over his skin, the sweat was evaporating and his skin felt cool, and his cock shot right back up again as I slid my hands down the side of his ribs. Time to get him ready. “Ok boy,” I said inches away from his face. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you any more until I say you can speak again. Nod your head if that’s clear.” Still suspended by his collar, he nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” I looked at the mess that was his ungroomed body, and decided to tackle the legs first. I found my old electric clippers and started down at his ankles and worked up. Mowing off the thick boy hair first up to his crotch in the front, then up to his ass in the back. His cheeks were smooth, but he has a forest in his ass crack. I spread his ass cheeks apart with my fingers and slid the clippers up each side of ass crack. It came out a little stubbly so I figured I’d have to lather him up all over and go at it with a razor. I continued his fleecing, and spread his cheeks wider to expose his hairy ass hole. At first I couldn’t find his little button, but after fishing around with my fingers, I saw it. A little virgin pucker, tighter than I’ve seen in a long time, now moist with boy sweat and just waiting to be penetrated. I pulled back and shouted up to the boy. “Have you ever played with your hole boy?” “Yes, Sir.” He said. “Ever put anything in it?” I asked “Yes, Sir.” He repeated. “What?” I said “Pencils, pens, my fingers, and my toothbrush once Sir.” I laughed a little while sliding a finger into his hole. “Why your toothbrush boy?” “It was the only thing that was handy, Sir” He replied. I got up and walked of the to the bench, picked up a toothbrush I had there, and placed in his hands bound at his back. “Like this one?” I chuckled, knowing that the humor was totally waisted. “Well that’s a good habit to have.” I said while shoving the bristled end up into his hole. “Keep it there,” I added. I continued removing his hair. His bush was the hardest, but the clippers were good and made using the razors easier. I felt around a bit for any hair I had missed and then satisfied with my work, I returned to the bench to pick out a cage for his cock. He was small, but fortunately I still had one I had bought off of ebay that was too small for its last wearer. I took it apart, approached the boy and realized I had another problem. The cage on the device was only 2 ½ inches long, and I had a raging boy erection to get it onto. Fortunately I had an idea that might turn this into a good lesson for him, so I left the playroom and returned to with a few ice packs. I placed the chastity cage and icepacks on a stool I moved next to the boy, and came up to him from behind. I hugged his body and let my hands roam down his chest and over his stomach, all while kissing the back of his neck and nibbling at his ears. His erection was solid, so I stroked and edged him for a bit with one hand, while sliding the toothbrush up and down in his hole. He moaned and moaned and moved his hips back against my cock then forward pushing his cock in my hand. “Horny boy aren’t you?” I said “Yes, Sir,” he moaned. “You want to cum, don’t you boy?” “Oh god, yes, Sir,” he said. “I laughed, sorry boy, but no orgasm for you today. You need to start thinking of your hole as your sex organ. Kinda like a pussy, and I’m going to help you make it good and hungry so you can be the cumdump you asked me to make you.” At that I picked up the icepacks and held them to his cock. He lost his erection completely and I kept them there till his cock shriveled as much as possible. Working quickly from behind I got the ring for the chastity cage on behind his balls and then slid his cock into the cage, fastened it to the ring and then locked it on. He moaned and swung on his chain. “Time to give that tight boy pussy of yours some much needed attention,” I said fumbling to grab the handle of the toothbrush still buried in his hole.

Game Quest: Part 6 “Now there, wasn’t that easy. Go on and cry, Daddy’s here to help you. If you want to be a little cumdump, I promise there’s nothing that’s going to stop you, and Daddy’s going to help you make it happen.” His sobbing calmed down a bit, and he started to breathe a little more steadily. The tears that had built up inside his blindfold now soaked through the leather and glistened beautifully on the rubber suite where they landed. I caressed his puffy and swollen face and said to him, “I want you to call your mother, and tell her that you will be gaming with friends tonight and won’t be home. Do you understand?” His voice was nothing more than a whisper and he said “I understand Sir, but my mother is never home on weekends, and doesn’t care anyway.” Encouraged at this revelation, I said, “I see, but I want you to leave a message in her voice mail anyway telling her that your busy playing a game with some new friends, and that you’ll let her know when you’ll be home. Ok?” “Yes Sir,” he said. “Is the game over?” He then asked blindly trying to direct the question to where I was in the playroom. “No boy,” I said, “it’s only just beginning.” I went back upstairs and fished the phone out of his jeans and brought it back down stairs. “What’s her name?” I asked my new plaything. “Mary,” he responded, starting to get more uncomfortable in his bonds. I found her contact information, and hit dial, then listened to it ring into voicemail. Her voice was trashy and raspy, when it finished, I put the phone to the boy’s ear, and he left the message I instructed. “Good boy” I said encouragingly, then I turned it off, removed the chip, and put it in a lockbox on the work bench.

As he’d hoped, there were 3 guys waiting outside the door for him to open it. “Come on in, guys, this slut’s open for business.” The 3 guys walked in to the room and a 4th came in a minute after them. “This the guy wanting poz cum?” the 4th guy asked. “You better believe it,” Daddy Max replied. “He’s already got mine and another guy’s in him.” The first guy up to the sling pulled his towel off and said, “Good, I love a sloppy hole.” He had a nice sized cock, about 7 inches, but with a 00 gauge PA. He was hard and ready to go. He noticed the cum on Alex’s stomach and chest and scooped up some with his hand to use as lube for his cock. “My favorite lube,” he commented to the guy standing behind him in line. “Hopefully my PA will tear you up a little so my unmedicated virus can get in your system quicker,” he said to Alex as he pushed the head and the PA into the just fucked cunt. The GHB was starting to hit Alex again and the PA sliding into his hole felt amazing. “Fuck yeah, let me have it. Tear that hole up, I want IT!” he exclaimed. The top shoved all 7 inches in and proceeded to start fucking him hard. The 3 guys behind him started encouraging him, “Get that pussy ready for me,” “Fuck yeah, make him bleed. I definitely want my toxic cum in his system,” “I’ve been waiting to breed this guy and he’s gonna get my poison in him.” All the poz talk plus the rough fucking had Alex very turned on. His cock was getting hard again. No one touched it, though. They were all here just for his ass and to breed him to poz. The guy fucking him started picking up his pace. You could tell he was getting close. “Oh fuck, such a sweet hole. I’m gonna love dumping my load in you. Getting so fucking close. Here it cums, TAKE MY TAINTED DNA!” He let out a roar as he shot his load, but he never stopped fucking. He kept slamming his cock in and out for another minute before he pulled it all the way out. “I do believe I see a little red on my PA, boys. It’s going to be a good night. Enjoy,” he said as he picked up his towel and walked out the open door. A few guys had gathered outside the room watching the action. The 2nd guy was tall, thin, and had that wasted look. He had a long cock, but not too thick, and his balls were done up in a ball stretcher. After the rough fuck from the previous guy, there was a froth of cum at the opening to the used cunt, so he didn’t bother with any lube. He slid his death stick all the way in, giving Alex all 9 inches. Because he wasn’t too thick, plus the fact that there were 3 loads in him, he was able to slide all the way in easily. He settled in for a nice easy fuck pace and didn’t appear to be in a hurry. “I can tell by how hard your cock is that you like this, don’t you boy,” he said to Alex. “Oh fuck, yes Sir, I love it. Please shoot your poz cum in me,” he replied. “Not just poz, I’m full blown. You’re definitely going to be knocked up by the time you leave here tonight.” The GHB was in full effect and a stream of precum started running down Alex’s rock hard cock at that news. He didn’t ever remember feeling this turned on and sexual in his life. He was sweating and moaning. He started clenching his ass on the Aids cock that was fucking him, wanting to make him cum. “Please give me your Aids cum! I want it inside me. Please let me have it, Sir,” he begged. “Oh, you’ll get it alright, but when I’m ready to give it,” the guy responded. “I’m enjoying your cunt too much to shoot just yet.” He kept fucking Alex at a good pace, not too fast, not too slow. After a few more minutes, he started picking up his pace. “You sure you want this cum, boy?” he teased Alex. “I could pull out and just shoot it on you.” Daddy Max, who was standing nearby knew he had no intention of pulling out until his stretched out balls were empty, but Alex started begging even more, “No, please shoot it inside me! Please infect me, Sir, I need it!” Daddy Max chimed in at that point, “Yeah, shoot that toxic seed where it will do the most good.” “I’m getting close, so fucking close. Gonna fill you up even more with my Aids load.” Alex was sweating again and had a glazed look in his eyes. He was moaning over and over, “Fuck me, fill me up, use me.” The top fucked in and out a few more times, slammed his toxic cock all the way in, and bellowed, “AARRGH, TAKE MY FILTHY CUM!” As he shot his load, Alex’s cock started jerking and he shot another load without touching himself. This time, some of it landed on his face and into his open mouth. “Goddamn!” Daddy Max said as he watched his boy have his 2nd orgasm like that. The top stayed still until his balls were drained, pulled out, picked up his towel, and left the room. The next guy in line stepped up. He already had his towel off and had been jacking his cock to stay hard. He slammed in without saying anything, fucked the used hole like a rabbit in heat for a few minutes, and then added his load. By now there was a small line waiting and a crowd outside the door watching the live porn show. The next couple of guys did about the same, stepping up when it was their turn, saying little to nothing, just fucking the offered hole, dumping their load, and leaving. Then the next guy in line stepped up. He was a muscular black guy who was packing a very stereotypical black cock. He had to be about 10 inches and looked to be as thick as a beer can. And it was rock hard. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down Alex’s used hole a few times, then tried to shove it in and met some resistance. Even though he’d been fucked several times by now, only a couple had been thick ones and none of them had been that thick. He spit on his hand a couple of times to slick up his huge cock and put it back up to the well fucked hole. He grabbed Alex’s hips and slammed forward hard, shoving the head and a few inches in the now very tight hole. “OH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCK!!!” Alex yelled out. The black stud held still a couple of minutes to let him adjust to his thickness. Daddy Max went and got another prepared bottle of water and helped Alex drink about half of it. He sat the bottle down and started playing with Alex’s nipples to help distract him. The black stud shoved another couple of inches in, backed a few inches out, then started fucking more in. “Yeah, that’s one tight cunt you got there,” he commented. “Although not gonna be that tight once I’m through with it. My death stick always wrecks the holes of the guys I fuck.” He smiled an evil smile, “Even made a few bleed from stretching them a bit too much.” He kept shoving in, pulling out, and shoving more in until he got his whole, huge poz cock deep in Alex’s stretched out pussy. He left it there for a minute, grinding it in, stretching the hole out more. Then he pulled the 10 inch cock all the way out. “Oh yeah, I love the way a hole stays open even after I’ve pulled out. And I see some pink cum running out.” He held his hand out to catch some of it and lubed his cock up again. “Now we can get down to business. You’re gonna earn this poz load.” The last dose of water was taking effect and had Alex majorly turned on again. “Go on stud, make that hole yours. Rape my motherfucking cunt. Tear it up some more!” he begged. The black stud put his slimy cock back up to the puffy, pink tinged lips and proceeded to shove all the way back in. “ARGH, FUCK YEAH!!! Goddamn you’re filling me up.” He pulled back out to the head and shoved back in again. Alex was so into it, even though it was painful, he was bucking back with his ass to try and get more in him. The current top started long dicking him, bottoming out every time he slammed in, then pulling out to the head. Daddy Max kept playing with Alex’s nipples even though he was used to the huge cock by now. He couldn’t resist and he leaned in and kissed Alex deeply and passionately. The black stud kept plowing away, enjoying himself. Max knew with a cock that thick, all the cum that had been fucked into him was getting pushed further in. There was no room for it to go anywhere else. And by the look of the black guy’s balls, he was going to add a good sized poz load of his own soon. Between the huge cock, the GHB, the nip play, and the kissing, Alex was rock hard again. He broke off the kiss with an evil idea. He knelt bent over to Alex’s ear and started whispering to him, “You like that big thick black poz cock inside you, don’t you? You love the way he’s stretching your cunt out and making you bleed a little. Between my scraping your inside, that PA tearing you up, and now this huge cock stretching you out, you’re definitely bleeding in several places. And when you think about all the poz cum you’ve had shot inside you, not to mention that guy who had Aids, you’re leaving here tonight knocked up. There’s no way you’re not gonna get infected. And you like that, don’t you. No, you love it. You’re gonna be one fucking hot poz stud after all this.” While he was whispering all his comments, he noticed Alex’s cock was leaking precum again. Then the black stud started fucking faster, picking up the pace. “Gonna blast your insides with my toxic load. Fucking take my poz cum motherfucker! YEAH!!!” He slammed in one last time and held still as shot after shot of infected cum filled Alex up even more. Once again, it pushed him over the edge and he had his 3rd orgasm without touching himself. There wasn’t as much cum as the last time, but it hadn’t been that long ago, either. His cock shot a couple of times, then it dribbled some cum, but his cock was jerking like it had the first time. The black guy slowly pulled his cock out and he grabbed his towel and left.

I've got Saturday Night Fever ... and ...

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.

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!

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.

Connor and I played around a lot over the next few months. He fucked my ass regularly, but we started playing with other guys almost every other week. They were friends, friends of friends, hot guys from campus, and hot guys from the bars. At first Connor made the guys wear condoms. It was the early 2000s and we were trying to keep each other from getting HIV. One night the condom rule slipped when I sat on Connor's best friend's dick while I was sucking Connor in the living room. The guy was stroking his cock and I had just sucked him too. He'd fucked me a few times previously. As I sucked Connor on my knees, back to the couch; I felt Connor's hands on my head and the other guy's hands on my ass. I raised up on all fours and pushed my ass back at the guy. He ate my ass for awhile and fingered me. I stood up, kissed Connor and backed up to push my ass on the guy's face again. Connor resumed face fucking me and the guy tongue fucked my ass. I felt some pressure on my back lowering my ass down and I willingly put my ass all the way down to his cock head. The guy was rubbing it around my hole. I thought, fuck that feels good. I also knew that Connor's best friend knew the rules - he couldn't bareback me. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on the guy's cock so my crack would be slicker for him to rub on me. Then it happened. Connor lost his footing a bit, his cock jammed the back of my throat harder than normal, and I slipped back. As I slipped into the guy's lap, his cock slid halfway inside me. I moaned. Connor made sure he didn't hurt me. I said he hadn't and began riding his best friend's bare cock. It felt naughty to break the rules; but the cock felt so good. It felt so much better than a condom sheathed cock. Connor jerked me off as I rode his friend's cock. Connor then cock on his knees and started sucking me off. I was really riding the dude now so it was awkward to get head at the same time. Connor noticed that the guy wasn't wearing a condom. He looked at me and frowned a bit, but he didn't stop jerking me as I rode his friend's cock. Not longer after Connor noticed I was getting fucked without a condom by another man; the guy said he was close. I rode him a little faster as he held my hips. Connor said, "Tell him what you want. It's ok." I looked at Connor and then at the guy and said, "Cum in my ass." And, he did. Connor and I didn't really talk about it afterward except that I apologized and Connor said, "A cum whore can't prevent his nature." We laughed. Not a single one of our threesomes ever used a condom to fuck me again.

I top and btm.Critical question if the bottom cums hands free or is he pumping his hand?If a btm cums hands free while I am fucking him I can feel it as his ass contracts around my hard cock,It is an amazing feeling and taken as a compliment!Sometimes I will stroke a man off while I am fucking him just to feel that.When I bottom I never touch myself-like to concentrate on just being fucked,if I cum its a bonus.And never messes with my mental state regarding getting fucked,still just as horny after cumming!:)

so does anyone know of a porn where you can obviously tell the bottom is feelin every inch and every moment of the fuck and not liking it but puts up with it anyway? or where the bottom is obviously being torn up from the fuck? I know there was actually a broke straight boys vid from a ong tome ago with Kodi and some ginger top who pulled out and you saw blood on his cock. i came every time i watched that vid cause Kodi was screamin like most bottoms do but you know this stuf was real pain and i fucking loved it. was wonderin if anyone knew of more like it.

About a month ago I started my new job and my manager, Stephen, asked if I could go to New York City to the company headquarters with him next week. My manager is also a friend of mine that I have known for a few years. I was excited and Stephen told me that in addition to the work we needed to do he would introduce me to the right people at the company and also show me around the City. The day we were to fly out I put on my only suit which I had bought just a few months ago and looking in the mirror I frowned at myself. See I am 22 years old but no one believes I am a day over 16 as being a skinny, 5’6”, 110 pounds certainly does make people think I’m still a kid, if only I could start to grow facial hair I might look my age. Stephen on the other hand is only four years older than me but at 6 feet tall and a body full of muscles and his face always has that one day growth of hair look that is so sexy is pure man. I’m happy he is my friend and the cool job he got me is awesome too. It’s funny that he is so nice to me but unlike other guys has never hit on me but that’s ok because I knew he had sex with lots of guys and that he also drank a lot and I saw him do drugs at parties and I didn’t want to date a guy like that but being friends was ok. When I met him at the airport he laughed at me for being dressed up as he was in jeans and a t-shirt. We work at an IT company and are casual at work but I figured going to the headquarters might be different. Stephen told me that I looked like a cute little boy going to church on Sunday which made me blush and he laughed again when he saw my face get red. He asked if I had jeans in my bag and I told him that I only brought my nicest clothes and he said well NYC is a great city for shopping and he’d take me to Macy’s after we checked into the hotel as it was nearby. The hotel was huge and the room or rooms I should say were bigger than my little studio apartment. We had a suite which was like a two bedroom apartment so we had each our own room but also a huge living room area. He put his bag in his room and then walked into my room as I was unpacking. He told me I should change out of my suit as we weren’t going to the office until tomorrow and then he stood there waiting. I felt strange changing in front of him because he seemed to stare at me almost like a lion about to attack. I was happy to have worn big baggy boxers as I started to get hard with him watching me. Once I was down to just my tshirt and boxers he walked out so I finished dressing quickly before he came back. He was sitting down in the living room and when I entered he told me that we were going to Macy’s right away when he saw my starched shirt, pleated trousers and wingtip shoes. Macy’s is so big, like I guess everything in NYC that I was almost dizzy looking around. He led me to the men’s department and we started to look around and he told me that since I was expecting to need to buy clothes he would buy them on his expense account which was so cool as I was nervous about the cost. He found a clerk and I told the man I had a 26 inch waist and then I was so embarrassed when the man told Stephen that they didn’t have clothes that small and they would need to be altered and they could deliver them to the hotel the next day, but Stephen said we needed them today and the man suggested the boy's department. I again got red and Stephen put his arm around me and walked me away from the man so he couldn’t see me blush. As we entered the boy’s department a clerk came up to us and immediately Stephen said he would like to get a couple of casual outfits for his little brother and hugged me a little tighter and instead of blushing this time I melted into his arm. He seemed to enjoy pretending his was my big brother and ended up buying me three bags worth of clothes. As we walked back to the hotel he told me that he liked pretending he was my big brother and he always wanted a little brother so it was fun and he then messed up my hair and called me squirt and his little baby. Ever since I was in high school I wanted to be bigger and look older and was tired of people thinking I was a kid but at the same time thinking of being his little brother sounded nice. Back at the hotel we carried the bags to my room and then he shocked me by starting to undress me and he talked softly as he said that this week he wanted me to be his little brother and I should let him be my big brother, I just nodded. He had my shirt, shoes and pants off but when he reached for my boxers I reached out and grabbed his hands to stop him and said I didn’t need to change those but he leaned into me and asked if I was wanted to be his little brother and I nodded then he kissed me and said if I was going to be his little boy I needed to do exactly what he said. He then asked me if I was his little boy and I again nodded yes and he moved my hands to my side and dropped my boxers as I realized he called me his boy not his brother and I was wondering what that meant but as he grabbed my hard cock I knew he wanted me as his boy and not just as his little brother but I decided to just go with it. Then I realized he was holding my cock and that meant he knew it was small and I tried to cover myself but he stopped me and told me he loved my four inch nail. He then kissed me again and told me that I would never again need to feel ashamed at having a little boy body as he was going to show me all the pleasure a boy could have and that I need never worry about having a little boy cock and as he said that he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth as I again melted into him. He pulled a pair of jeans out of the bag and after taking off the labels had me step into them and pulled them up and buttoned them as I felt for the first time clothes without underwear which felt weird but sort of naughty too. He then took me by the hand to his room where he told me that for the next few days I was to be his boy and that I should do everything he says even if I was scared and then when we got home we could either go back to being friends or I could stay his boy and then he asked if I understood, and as I started to nod he said that I needed to either say either No Sir, or Yes, Daddy. I was shocked and stayed quiet and after a few moments he told me that he understood that I was nervous but he would help me and asked me if I trusted him and as I started to nod, he stopped me and said I could either say Yes Sir or No Sir and I said Yes Sir. He asked if calling him Sir was easier than Daddy and I said Yes Sir and he then told me to lean over his bed and to stay still. I could hear him open his luggage and then went to the bathroom and turned on the sink and a minute later returned. He then leaned over me and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them partially down. I started to tremble as I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me and as I turned my head he stopped me and said I already told him I trusted him and I needed to prove it by not moving. He then opened a bottle of lube and I knew then he was going to fuck me for sure and I didn’t know if he had a rubber on or not but I stayed still as I felt his finger push into me a little and then pull out and then I felt his finger again but it felt different, I knew it wasn’t his cock but as I was trying to figure out what it was he stopped and I felt something else that I couldn’t figure out, then he pulled it out and pulled up my pants again and now I was completely confused. He then had me stand and started to kiss me and hold me and tell me how much he wanted me to be his boy and how much he has wanted me since the day we first met. I started to feel strange and soon was kissing him and holding him more than he was me but then he moved away and asked me again if I wanted to be his boy for the rest of this trip but before he could finish asking I shocked myself as I said loudly “Yes! Daddy!”. He then asked me if I knew why I was able to say it and I responded No Daddy which made him smile. That is when he explained what a booty bump was and that even though it was a very small dose was enough to get me to be honest with myself. We spent a few more minutes talking about my fears and how much he knew I needed to be someone’s little boy as I started to squirm and then he asked if I needed to be fucked and I told him I think so but I wasn’t sure. He then figured out my other secret which was I was still a virgin and he then told me to pull down my jeans and to bend over again and now I knew I was going to finally be fucked but he went back to the bathroom and returned with another booty bump and as he was inserting it into me he told me that since I tolerated the small dose that he was giving me a bigger dose that should bring out my true self and then he had me pull back up my jeans again but then pushed me down on my knees as he pulled out his hard thick eight inch cock and without saying anything pushed it into my mouth. As I was sucking his cock the chems in my ass started to make me sweat and made my ass really want to get fucked so that a few minutes later I stopped sucking and looked up at him and pleaded, “DADDY, FUCK ME REALLY HARD AND REALLY FAST RIGHT NOW." He then stood up and put his cock away and told me I was almost ready as he again pulled my jeans down and off and then reached into his luggage and threw a jockstrap at me and told me to put it on and get my jeans on as we are going to a bathhouse. He pulled a small leather case out of his bag and unzipped it and showed me the needles and a baggie of crystals and I again got nervous but he grabbed me and squeezed my ass and asked me how good my ass felt and I told him it felt really really good and he said that when we got to the bathhouse he would inject me and then my ass would take over my brain and the need to be fucked would be all I knew and then he would make me his son. OK Daddy, I replied and for the first time I no longer felt wrong in my own body but understood that I could stay a boy forever and that I trusted my Daddy and would let him do anything he wanted to me.

I was on a business trip in Pennsylvania and was surprised to find there was a video arcade within 20 miles that had glory holes and heavily a M4M clientele. I like to tell myself I'm not a BB whore (although I am), so I slipped a couple of rubbers, a bottle of poppers, and lube into my pocket and made the trip to the arcade. Although I found the place without difficulty, there was no actual signage, so the building looked to be abandoned. I approached the door, range the bell, and was buzzed inside where I paid the $12 admission fee and passed through the turnstile. Inside I found a few hallways, all of which were very dark, each hallway being lined with individual video booths. There were also a couple video rooms with rows of seats, and a few rooms at the back with benches. I could smell the stale cum and antiseptic cleaner everywhere. This place was seriously seedy. There were about ten guys hanging around, a mix of body types, though all looking eager. I finally checked-out an booth which, I saw, contained two glory holes, one cut into each of two opposing walls. Taking a seat, I pulled-out my dick and began slowly stroking myself to the porn on the screen. Before long a player arrived at each of the two adjoining booths. Dropping to my knees, I rested my fingers on the rim of each glory hole and was quickly rewarded on one side with a nice thick cock to suck. Getting into it, and sensing the guy in front of me was enjoying himself, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my calves, pulling a bottle of poppers out of my pocket. I took a hit, inhaling the scent of sex and acetone, and felt the welcome warmth pass through my body. My ass also wanted some attention. As I worked the cock in my mouth, I became aware a hand was reaching through the other hole, so I slid back far enough the guy could play with the tight muscles of my ass. I was bent over so I could keep my eye on the cock I'd been working in my mouth. He withdrew from the glory hole to see what was happening, and heard me take a whiff of poppers. That cock was beautiful. The hand behind me started fingering my hole, poking a bit roughly with too little spit. In front of me, I saw the guy applying lube to his cock. Immediately I felt a rush thinking he would take me raw. I turned around and presented my ass to the glory hole, kicking off my flip-flops and one pant leg so I could position more easily. I inhaled poppers again, and almost immediately the head of that beautiful cock was rubbing against my arse, seeking the hole. I pressed back against the wall and moved my ass a bit. His cock slid in nice and smooth. "Fuuuuuuck yeaaaah," I moaned. He held inside me a moment, and then the fuck started. He was obviously playing for a long game, working me open with his cock, which got wider at the base, and setting a rhythm to his thrusts. I moaned and grunted, stroking my own hardon, vocalizing my satisfaction. I was standing naked in a dark video booth with my ass pressed against the wall and some anon cock boring into me. After a few minutes, the cock slid out of my ass. I waited anxiously, but heard the door to his room open. I stepped away from the glory hole, getting ready to present my ass the other direction. Then the door to my booth opened and in stepped a lean, handsome guy in his early 50's. I recognized the shirt tails I'd seen through the glory hole. He didn't say a word, but pulled his hard-on out and turned me around. I inhaled deeply from the bottle of poppers as he pressed my upper body into a corner by the video screen, my bare skin rubbing against that filthy wall, and my feet sticking to the floor. He slid his cock right back into my hole, and started fucking more vigorously than before. His hands held my shoulders for leverage as he propelled all seven inches inside my hole. I could distinctly feel his balls slapping against my cheeks, which left me even more excited. Pounding my hole for a good five minutes or more, we were both caught up in the pleasure. At once his rhythm changed, becoming more deliberate with each thrust. His grip on my shoulders tightened and he began grunting softly. The guy had decided to seed me, and I had no say in the matter. He stayed in my arse only a moment before withdrawing. He stuffed his spent hard-on into his pants, the lining bulging, gave a quick "Thanks" as he opened the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I stood there panting in a poppers fog, my ass freshly bred, in a filthy little booth with my clothes strewn on the floor.

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

I was in London all week on business and decided to stay over Saturday night and, for the first time, to attend Stable. Before the fucking started I saw a cute Asian mare, so when he came out I immediately grabbed him. After eating his young smooth hole for about fifteen minutes I fucked him deep and hard using a condom (as it was described as a "safer sex" party). As this was my first time at this event naturally I followed the safe sex rules, but after fucking for a while and watching the other guys fuck, I eventually realized that probably 2/3 of the guys were fucking bare and the bottoms were all begging for loads. I watched one old skinny guy breed the hot Asian so I decided he should get some real man seed in him so I shot all three of my loads last night up his little smooth hole, for which he thanked me. I also fucked four other guys during the night but each time I was near to unloading I found myself craving the young twink Asian hole, so I would seek him out and unload in him. See you at the party next month, boy.

Made arrangements with two fuckbuddies for a night at the local sex club. One guy, clean cut, athletic and with a sleazy streak met me at my place and we smoked a bowl of T. He had me on all fours and started eating my ass. He enjoyed blowing air up my arse and had me press out the air while he was fucking me. He fucked me well and fingered my hole until my ass lips were swollen. He then dropped a lad up my ass. Using his fingers he smeared the cum all over my used hole. We smoked another bowl and got dressed. I put on my party jeans which had a large hole in the back and were still covered in cum stains and ass juices from previous visits to the sex club. At the sex club we met up with my 2nd fuckbuddy, a muscled guy from South America with a huge cock. He would normally fuck me hard and deep at his place but tonight he wanted to fuck me in public. The three of us went to the area with a fuck bench in a cage and my South American fuck buddy bent me over the fuck bench and pulled down my dirty jeans. I pulled out my bottle of poppers and took a few hits. My fuckbuddy knew I got fucked before coming to the club and wasted no time. He slammed his 9 inch fuck tool deep in to my hole and pinned me to the fuck bench while he started fucking me roughly, knowing I loved him dominating and owning my ass. Other guys were standing around and started feeding me cock and poppers. My fuckbuddy instructed them to work my tits hard and told them 'this slut loves it'. While I was getting fucked hard I saw my cleancut fuckbuddy watching from across the open space, jerking his hard cock. I was still pinned to the fuck bench feeling my ass getting torn up by my muscled fuckbuddy. I could tell he was getting close and with forceful thrusts he nailed me to the bench filling my guts with his cum. He collapsed on top of me and his sweat covered arms were hugging me. He told me to enjoy the rest of the night, pulled out and had me clean his cum covered cock while another guy started fucking me. I pushed the new top off and made my way to the cubicles in the basement. My cleancut fuckbuddy was fucking someone in the corridor as I went into a cublice with large gloryholes. Within seconds I heard someone entering next door and it was my fuckbuddy. He asked me to put my used and cum lubed hole against the gloryhole so he could eat it while I pushed out the cum. I was still high on the T and was snorting poppers while he started fucking me. He loves sloppy seconds and fucked me as hard as he could before dumping his load in my ass. I felt his fingers scoop some cum out of my ass and he told me to turn around so he could feed me his cum and I could clean his cock. He slapped my ass and disappeared. I was horny as hell and as soon as my fuckbuddy left I heard someone else entering the cubicle. I pressed my cum leaking hole against the gloryhole hoping for some more action. Soon I felt a finger probing my puffy ass lips and starting to dig into my hole. Now 3 fingers were exploring my arse but suddenly it stopped and the guy asked me to open the door to my cubicle so he could come and join me. I recognized the voice; an Asian top with talented hands. WOOF!! As soon as he was in the cubicle he had me on the cum covered floor ass up in the air. We both took a few big hits of poppers and his fist disappeared into my ass without any difficulty. He was in ff heaven because he knew I would be up to get punch fisted. He told me to keep taking popper while he started alternating his hands. We were both fucking horny and all I wanted was for him to start punching my hole. The sounds of my sloppy cum filled hole getting punch fisted filled the cubicle. A hard cock appeared through the gloryhole and my fister told me to suck that cock. Within minutes I felt the cock expanding and my throat being filled with a salty cumload. I collapsed and lay on the floor with my Asian FF buddy's fist still up my ass. He slowly pulled out his clenched fist stretching my ass muscles to the max before taking it out completely. We kissed and I pulled up my fuck jeans. A few guys were standing outside the cubicle rubbing their cocks but I had my share for the night. Walking home I could feel cum leaking out of my hole. I smelled an looked like a real cum whore, a happy one.

So horny! This sounds like heaven to me and I want to move in! I want all of those toxic and AIDS cocks blasting me full of their tainted seed, please!!

Fuck, this is a hot story and exactly how I want to be pozzed.

OH MY FUCKEN BALLS....I just logged in and saw this dream hunk and I just go over-the-top hard. Where the hell is this daddy fucker been hiding. Guess I need to check out TimTales more often huh? OINK times the power of ten.

wow what I wouldn't give to be that boy

Thanks for the follow, sexy!

I take my lead from my fellow animals. They don't ask names when they mate, why should I? If a guy offers or asks I will say mine otherwise i am just about mating and nutting and mating and nutting. When I'm at sex clubs rarely do I leave knowing the name of any partner i juts had. I was bred and milked and like a good piece of sexual livestock, I am happy with that.

Loads without names, or faces or in a darkroom even bodies, done it many times and really get into it. Even in a space that is somewhat lit, if you are braced against a wall or bent over, maybe being held up by the crowd around you, maybe some guy is whoring you out, it's all cock, cum and sensation. The Black party is less than two weeks away, I will arrive early and start taking dicks asap.

I'll give you a nice big spin wiTh AunTy T and Then tongue you to heaven ... maybe then you'll be buzzing like a horneT and we rim eachoTher

I've been fucking this sweet college student once or twice a week for the last three months. Yesterday, for the first time, we learned each other's real names.

Game Quest: Part 4 The Game Begins 5:37 pm and the doorbell finally rang. I opened the door and there he finally was. His build was what I expected, and his face cherub like, skinny, kinda cute, unfortunately the acne was more than I expected. He had a tight mouth, and big brown eyes that would never meet my gaze. His eyebrows connected, but easily fixed with grooming. He was dressed in jeans, a grey t-shirt and Converse sneakers. The bike ride was obviously a long one on an 80° day because his t-shirt and short unstyled light brown hair were soaked with sweat. “Hello boy,” I greeted him overly enthusiastically, catching the shy boy a little off guard. “I’m Rog, come on in to the air-conditioning, before you drown in your own sweat.” I offered him my hand and shook his hand while I pulled him in the door. I was more than happy to see his handshake was limp and weak, the sign of a true passive. In he came, and shyly peeped out a “Hi, I’m Greg” as I pulled him passed me. A distinct smell of boy body odor followed him. “You must be thirsty,” I said “after that bike ride. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get a couple Cokes out from the kitchen. The costumes are over there on the couch, why don’t you have a look at them, I’ll be right back.” I injected on my way to out of the living room. “Oh, also look at the clock and note what time it is. That’s number 7, don’t think I didn’t notice.” I took my time coming back from the kitchen, mostly to give him time to look over the costumes I laid out for him, but also to think about what approach to take next. He hadn’t noticed me coming back into the room with the Coke bottles, and he startled a bit when he realized I was watching him examining the black rubber body among the others. Bingo, I said to myself he’s a rubber suite before. “Go on,” I said, “you can touch it. That one’s for my favorite cosplay. I have other accessories for it too, I just haven’t had time to get them out yet.” “What’s it for Sir?” He asked as he picked it up. “It’s for a stealth interrogation cosplay. It should fit you, if you’d like to try it on.” I said realizing that the last minute name was kind of lame. He looked a little puzzled at the name of the game I gave him, but he never took his eyes off of the suit. In all the sm videos I’d sent him under my false profile, there had to have been a rubber suit. He looked at it intently then started examining the zipper that started at the neck and worked its way down between the two nipple flaps, then down past the crotch, and under between the legs to finish at the small of the back. He was fixated on it, and I think I could see a small bulge forming in his sweat jeans. “Let’s try it on you.” I encouraged him sternly. “I’ll give you a hand getting into it.” “Ok”, he said blankly. That was violation number 8, but I thought it best to remind him of it later. I put the Cokes down on the coffee table, and grabbed the hanger in the suit with one hand held it up so it fell to its full length. “It’s easy,” I said “you just unzip the zipper all the way, like this, and then climb in.” He continued to feel at the suit touching the powdery inside. “Now,” I said. “it’s not going to slip on over your jeans and stuff, so it’s best to take off your clothes.” This woke him up a bit, he looked up at me, and met his gaze with the most serious look I could muster. Silence pervaded at this moment and I thought to myself, this is where I’ll get him. If he obeys, then he will be mine. I continued to stare into his eyes, until he started to avoid my gaze looking around the room, then finally he dropped his gaze to his feet and said “Yes Sir.” “That’s a good boy.” I said rewardingly. “Let’s get you dressed in your costume, shall we. I’ll get you the accessories for it once it’s on. Ok? Now get your shoes and pants off, I’ll give you a hand with your shirt, by the smell of them, they could use a good washing anyway.” Greg bent over to untie his sneakers and when he was upright again, I slipped his sweaty t-shirt up over his head and threw it to the floor. “Ok, now the jeans boy.” “Yes Sir” He unbuckled his belt and shuffled off his jeans. My suspicions were right, and there was a bulge in the front of his yellowed briefs. He lowered his hands to cover it, and I pretended not to notice while I occupied myself with the suit. “Ok, I said, underwear too.” He grimaced a little bit and said, “but Sir, I don’t think I can…” Now in a deep strong and strict voice slightly mocking him, I said, “What? You think you’ve got something, I’ve never seen before? Now quite fucking around and get the underwear off.” Shocked by the tone, he moved his hands quickly to the waist band of his tighty whiteys. “Off!” I said He quickly obeyed and slipped his underwear down and let it fall to his ankles. Pretending to size him up for the suit, I could now get a look at his naked body. He was slim, a bit of a sunken chest, with tiny nipples. A thick untamed bush with fairly hairy legs, and the cutest little 6-inch cock that now stood at full attention. I spun him around to get him ready for the suit and saw he had a nice plump ass with hair from the small of his back all the way down through the crack. I hoped my clippers in the play room still worked, I had a fair amount of hair removal to conquer on this boy. I held the suit behind him lowering it so he could step into the legs. “Put your feet in the holes now one at a time.” I commanded. He stepped back with the left leg and I guided it in through the hole I held open, then the same with the right. I pulled the suit up now over his hips, and held the upper part open like a jacket for him to slide his arms in. Once his arms were in I pulled the rest of the suite up over his acne riddled shoulders, and spun him around quickly to pull the suit together over his chest. “Almost there,” I said. I spun him around again, and fastened the zipper pull at his neck and slowly lowered it down to his hard on, closing and tightening the suit around his chest, stomach and finally hips. I slid down with the zipper all the way down his torso to just above his erect cock, and blurted out “What’s this?” pretending to be surprised. He couldn’t, wouldn’t answer, and started fidgeting so much, I grabbed him by the hips to steady him. Relishing in his humiliation, I said, “I think it means you like the suit boy. Is that so? Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes, Sir.” He mumbled while moving his hands to cover the tell-tale hard on. “Ah, ah! Don’t touch it,” I yelled swatting his hands back to his side. “I think we’ll just leave it like that out in the air, for a while.” I added letting him feel the humiliation of having a hard on in front of a stranger. I spun him around again, and grabbed the zipper pull at the small of his back and lowered it packing in his plump ass, and brought it up to just under his balls, still leaving his cock out. Now there really wasn’t much left to do. I had the boy exactly where I wanted him. In a rubber body suit, cock out, and staring submissively at his feet. It was now time to reel him in. “Let’s start the game.” I commanded. “The others won’t be her till later, so why don’t you and I just take our time and get you used to your role.” “Number one”, I announced, “you are a prisoner, I will be your interrogator. You will call me Sir, you will not disobey any order, you will answer all questions quickly and honestly or there will be consequences. Number two, any other game rules will be given out in the form of orders that you are obliged to obey. You will acknowledge each order with ‘thank you Sir’. Is all of that clear boy?” “Yes Sir,” he said seeming a very nervous. “Good boy, now let’s get some more accessories and start your interrogation.” I went over to the T.V. stand and opened a drawer and removed a pair of leather wrist straps, shackles for his ankles, a locking black leather collar and a heavy leather blindfold. I walked back up the boy who was now trembling a bit and grabbed each of his wrists and fastened on the leather wrist restraints each in turn. I turned him around and grabbed his wrists behind his back and locked the cuffs together. While behind him, I reached around his neck and locked on the collar, giving it a nice snug fit and finally locked the chained shackles to his ankles. I stood back up and looked over my prize, this was easier and more fun than I had anticipated. The boy was turning out to be naturally submissive and the head of his cock started to glisten with pre-cum. “Now you’re mine.” I said to him in a murmur.

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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.

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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.

3. The Aquarium He's backlit so it's hard to make out the face but this is what he can see: his leather cap, with black shiny visor and chain that lays over it, almost scrapes the top of the door; there's a black beard, maybe with a touch of grey; the eyes are deep set and unseeable; leather jacket, black shirt, leather tie, leather pants, leather boots; a black baton that clinks against a ring on his left hand. "Not the kind of house you want to break into," says the figure. The voice is the essence of authority; calm, resonant, deliberative. The voice of a cop who pulls you over; the dread you hear in the doctor who has bad news; the judge who asks how you plead—final, unequivocal, no second chance. "Did you shit on the dining room table?" his first questions. Tucker's compelled to respond but at the last minute is taken aback by absurdity of the questions. "Wait, what?" He's incredulous, ignoring the fact he's naked and holding a box of the man's poppers. The whole situation is absurd. "I, no! I'm working on your roof, man. I'm one of the roofers." "You're naked going through my drawers is what I see. There's shit on my table. And I don’t employ roofers." He waves the nightstick, calling him out of his bedroom. “Let’s go.” "Huh? Dude, I just took a shower and my clothes are missing. That's it. Do you know where they are? I just want to get them and leave." "You think your clothes are in a drawer with my dildoes? I'm not telling you again." He beckons with the nightstick a second time. Tucker has no choice but moves toward the man who backs out of the door to let him pass. "Up the stairs," he instructs, pointing with his stick. Tucker takes a quick glance at the table. Jesus fuck, there really is a pile of shit on it. He smells it too. When he’s a foot away from the man, his fight-or-flight response kicks in and he decides to make a run for it. Naked be damn, he'll choose running naked in the street rather than stay here. He tears past the leatherman who only has to take one step in his direction, grab his ponytail, yank him back and crack the back of his knees with the baton. Tucker's crumpled on the floor. Leatherfuck pulls him up by his hair and tosses him like a doll toward a stairwell between the kitchen and the bedroom. "Up," is all man says. It's not the stairs to great room but through another archway, that, if Tucker has his bearings right, would be leading him into the side of the mountain, which seems unlikely but true. "Up," says the man. "I won't tell you again." Tucker staggers up the steps feeling the backs of his legs. Now he's truly scared. The man pokes his butthole with the nightstick. "Move," he orders. Tucker takes two steps at a time. "Dude," he's whining during his ascent, "I swear to Christ I just took a shower and someone took my clothes. Hey," Tucker says, turning around halfway up the stairs. "Whoever took my clothes probably took a shit on your table. He's probably still here. The door was unlocked, I bet, right?" "It was wide open. Move!" Tucker proceeds to climb but his feet are damp and he stumbles on the last step, falling forward. "Get up and get in that room." Tucker scrambles up holding onto the railing, sees the door the man intends for him to enter. "I bet he ran away just before you came in." Tucker turns the glass doorknob. The room is bathed in blue light undulating in waves filtered through the water of a large aquarium. It's dark except for the aquarium taking up most of the far wall. A small window is cracked open, but it’s on the mountain side of the house so no light comes in. On the other side is a single bed and nightstand. In the center of the room stands an old, ornate barber's chair. "Sit," the man says indicating the barber’s chair. "Please, sir. I apologize. I'm really, really sorry." He doesn't want to go in. The nightstick prods against his butt again. He turns around and pleads. "I just want to leave." He’s afraid he won't come out of this room if he goes in. "I work for you, man. Ask Sergei. Call him. I even asked if it was okay to use your shower and he said it was." The man's physical presence forces him to step backward into the room. Tucker scans the room, sees within the aquarium a large eel slip out of pile of rocks. "Were you in my refrigerator?" the man asks. "What? No. Yes, I drank some of your wine." The man is backing him deeper into the room. He hears the aquarium’s filter hum as he nears the chair. "My wallet's in my clothes. I'm sorry. I'll pay you. I didn’t drink a lot. It had turned, I think." He's totally creeped out by the dark grey eel. It's four feet long and tracking back and forth in the tank. Tucker looks up at the man hoping his eyes look pleading enough, but he's flashing on the cum on the shower glass, the crystal he drank out of and left unwashed, if he put the desk photos back exactly as he found them, the shit that’s not his on the table, how fucked he is in this stranger's eyes. "Sit." Tucker falls back in the chair and looks up to the man's face bathed in the aquarium’s light’s blue glow. His face is broad with wide set eyes. The brows arch menacingly. His nostril flare as anger washes over his face, then recede when his face becomes once more placid. His beard covers everything but pock marked temples and a deeply creased forehead. Between his thick brows a furrowed W forms as he scrutinizes Tucker. He has one silver earring on his left lobe. Tucker's uncomfortably sticking to the chair trying to move back away from him. The large chair’s cold, the brown cowhide’s tacky on his bare ass, and metal arms have straps, which brings him to a new level of anxiety. "You drank yellow liquid in my refrigerator?" Tucker nods apologetically. The man's burst in a roar of laughter. “Hope you liked it, fucker.” His mood’s lightened. He takes off his jacket, then his leather tie and throws them on the bed. "Your cock. I see. Strap your legs down." "What are you going to do?" His mind is racing. What choice does he have? The man's unbuttoning his shirt displaying a chest that’s incredibly ripped. His pecs are boulders. Even his nipples are enormous, unnatural, each the girth of a fingertip. "What was in the bottle?" “It’s keeping you hard for me.” The man's teeth shine blue. "Strap yourself in." "What? Why?" Tucker asks, confused. Looking down he sees straps at his ankles, thighs, waist, and chest. "Legs first," instructs the man. Defiantly Tucker shakes his head no. The man immediately strikes his nightstick down hard on the metal chair's armrest. Tucker barely gets his arm away before the rod strikes with a loud clang reverberating through the room. Tucker makes sure he's not going to swing the baton again, then folds over to take the two ends of the strap at his feet and loops one strap through the metal binding of the other. He does the same at his thighs, waist and then chest. The man sets the stick down with a clunk on a metal tray behind him. ‘Roid freak binds one of Tucker's arms down, once at the wrist and once below the elbow. He then slowly walks around in back of the barber chair and puts his hand on Tucker's bare shoulder. It's the first time he's touched by him and his large, cold digits engulf his entire shoulder, sending a shiver through him down to his erect dick. His ice cold hand runs down his bicep and the man binds his other wrist. "Chem piss. I’m guessing that’s why the dick," he says. His voice is calm, relaxed, even amused. His words are chosen and explicit. "How long have you had your Prince Albert?" he asks. There is a layer of seduction lying between his words, the phrasing, his cold breath on Tucker's shoulder. He comes around back into the blue light and places cold fingers on Tucker's erection, stroking him soothingly. "Almost three years." Tucker's not used to a man touching him. Still, his cock is rock hard. "When I turned eighteen. Sorry, man, can’t seem to lose the stiffy. Had it since the shower. Chem piss you said was in the bottle? What’s chem piss?" The man tilts his head and smiles blue teeth. Tucker is trying the read the man's face. One moment he’s amused, the next angry, and in the next lascivious. The wavering blue light makes it hard to get a fix. His size is obviously intimidating. He's gotta be one of those Gold Gym body builders. Muscles on top of muscles. Veins in the neck when he's pressing rows of huge plates, teeth gritted, grunting. His spread lats makes him look like a cockroach. The black beard hides most of his face, a mask. His eyes are dark, but Tucker’s seen the lascivious look when it crossed his face before. He sees it in Sergei occasionally—a marked intensity that scurries away when confronted, lays hidden beneath the eyes. When he was in high school, he and his friend Reed would lure men at department stores into back dressing rooms when they came across this look. Then on threat of an accusation of molesting a minor, being threatened to be turned over to security, they'd rob the dupes. Once Tucker even peed on one of his victims. Now that look flutters across the man's face, only this time there’s not one fucking thing he can do about it. The man puts a frigid finger through the P.A. and gives it a tug. "You must have had one of the first ones." He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them. A majestic meaty member flops around, surrounded with a black bush as hairy around his cock as he is hairless over the rest of his body. Smooth cut legs, rock solid veiny arms, slim six-pack abs, crowned by an enormous, thick double zero P.A. jutting out of his piss slit. "Malloy did mine. Did he pierce you? You’d probably be the youngest." "Uh, some girl in a store in Hollywood. Sarah something. I forget." "A girl?" The man examines him skeptically. "There's no women I know doing this. Malloy's the only one I know that's piercing." His nose flairs as he's breathing. "You lying to me again, boy? He doesn't know why the guy is getting worked up. "Uh, no sir. They got a couple of bitches piercing there." He's pacing back and forth like the eel in the tank. "Bitch did your wings too?" "No, sir. Geezer in Venice. Did it on the boardwalk. Kinda used me to draw in customers. Took two days." "You like pain, then?" He’s starting to flop his dick around in his hand, getting it hard. "Not really." "Bullshit. See this pentagram?" He bends his shoulder over to show Tucker. "Hurt like a mother fucker." His dick’s oozing a little pre, grown out now to maybe a good nine inches and still going. "You lay there for two days for that? You have to be one hell of a masochist." The man's up against Tucker's shoulder rubbing his fist and dick against him, with his other hand he’s pushing his head down to his cock. "Not that I have anything against a good masochist." "I'm not queer, man," declares Tucker, snapping his head away from the man’s giant woody. The man smacks Tucker's with his palm hard enough for spittle and a trickle of blood to splat out his mouth. "You calling me a queer?” He takes Tucker’s face in his large hand. “The fuck you're not. The only reason I didn't hand you over to the fuzz right away was because of that tattoo. I thought, maybe this boy might have some surprises in him." The man is holding back final judgment, searching Tucker's face. He's looking at him quizzically. "So tell me—boy who runs around naked in a stranger's house—are you Greek active or passive?" Tucker's lip feels swollen and he's looking at the man as if he's crazy, which he probably is. "What the fuck are you talking about? Your bat-shit crazy." Tucker thinks he might be hit again, but the man's pacing, not nervously, but in thought, deliberating. He stops. His eyes are fixed on the eel watching it swim back and forth. His eyes follow it like a metronome. The whites of his eyes are tinged blue. He speaks, staring past Tucker at the tank, "There's something off about you, boy, which I like. You talk like you’re from outer space. You're not like my other boys. But you will be. We just need to re-wire you." He's now pondering Tucker's dick. "Three years and you're still at a ten gauge, huh?" The man goes to the nightstand, suddenly enticed, decided. He takes out a small box and brings it over to the tray behind the chair. Tucker hears metal on metal, then something heavy hits the tray. "We have a long night ahead of us," he hears the voice behind him say, "but first things first." He wheels the tray around, also bringing with him a stool. "Anyone who shits on my table the night I'm giving a dinner party better have at least a zero gauge hanging between their legs." He shows him a massive piece of jewelry, a thick captive bead ring, one that will in no way fit his pierced channel. “You got a piece of meat where it will hang nicely.” He tugs the pull chain cord overhead and a bare bulb lights up the room. He pulls a lever and Tucker falls backward almost horizontal in the chair. His captor straddles the stool and scoots it close. He picks up a two-inch rod, thin at one end, tapered thick on the other, and applies a liberal amount of lubricant over it. He takes Tucker's P.A., bend it open and releases the small ball that holds the captive bead. It flicks off and rolls under the bed. The man pulls the opened P.A. out through Tucker's hole. He then takes the tapered rod and sticks the narrow end into Tucker's piss slit, feeling around till he finds the pierced tunnel and starts pushing it through. As the rod grows fatter Tucker starts squirming against his restraints. His hands claw at the arm rests, and as it gets to the thickest point he starts yelling in genuine pain. The small nerve cluster area scream out as they're being torn and ripped apart. The man pauses the stretch. "This will get you to a two gauge but not as big as zero. Zero gauge is like getting pierced for the first time. Did you enjoy your first time?" No, please, stop. No, I didn't enjoy it, but it was fast and it was over." The man moves the tray closer and brushes up against Tucker's ear. "Where's the fun in that?" he asks, and continues pushing the rod to its broadest width, lets it hang there agonizingly stretched while Tucker hollers, takes a breath and hollers again. "Almost done." And he passes the object all the way through. "Right on, right on," he praises Tucker who shudders, forcing back tears. The man examines Tucker's face, almost as if seeing him for the first time; searching for who he is, what kind of person is revealed through pain. This is the currency in which the man transacts. "Now, what's this about making America great again?" He reaches up and brushes his hands through Tucker's hair, calming the boy down. "I thought hippies hated America." The man runs his icy fingers over Tuckers face, feeling a single tear trickle down. Tucker’s trying to recover, breathing in diminishing huffs. "I have to tell you, I'm conflicted, boy. I do like something to hold onto when I fuck a slave, but truth is, I prefer them shaved, completely. Tell me, have you been collared and shaved before, freaky boy, with your tattoo and your Prince Albert? You must have had a Master. Maybe a few? A kinky perv that likes to play with stranger’s sex toys, that gets off on nasty pictures of filthy men. You want to be with filthy men like me? Your dick doesn't lie, son." Tucker's realizes he jacking himself in the man's hand, riding his cock up and down through the man's clenched fist. "You want to serve Master Eli?" Tucker stop his jacking, but Master Eli's not having it. He bends over and sucks Tucker's nicely cut dick. Tucker's hand splay out trying not to enjoy it but he feels he might nut any second. "I'm not into it, man. It's cool you are, and I'm not dissing you, but, dude...oh, shit, you’re going to make me cum." Master Eli releases his dick. "French passive. How about French active?" He gets up and offers his half-mast dick to Tucker. Tucker turns his head away. "You're are a tease, aren't you, my hippy-dippy prowler? Either that or you’re conflicted. One thing you're not, is not digging this. But I think all you need is to be opened up. Your limits pushed. Relax your morals. You do uppers? Downers?" Tucker shakes his head. "Not any of that shit. I’ll do molly at a club, sometimes, but that’s it." "You are a strange one, I have to say. Never heard of molly. But I have something that will definitely un-conflict you. They say speed kills." He goes over to the nightstand and opens a second drawer and brings out a syringe. "But I say speed liberates. It has all my boys anyway." Tucker eyeballs it from across the room. "No, definitely not. Dude, seriously, no needles. That's asking for AIDS, nada, no way, not into it. Listen to Nancy Reagan. Just say no." "What’s this AIDS? Nancy? The last governor’s wife, the actress? You come out with the strangest things, I think I want my friends to meet you. You’re a funny...dude. You sound like you're from another planets. But what I have here, son, it going to send you into orbit. Then you're going to belong completely to Master Eli. I guarantee. You won’t believe the things I’ll do to make you feel good, boy. Unbelievable things." The man runs his cold palm down Tucker’s chest to his stiff prick. The man flips Tucker's arm over, taps inside the crook, and jabs the needle in a juicy vein drawing a plume of blood. "Ready for takeoff, rocketman?" "No. Don't." "Just go with the flow, baby. Go with the flow." He releases a complete half gram of speed into Tucker's body. Tucker coughs violently, while Master Eli withdraws the syringe and bends over to lick the trace of blood. Tucker's head’s thrown back, his eyes lose focus, he feels a rush sluice through his body, in his ears, in his heart, in his ass. He alternates between repeating Shit and Fuck. There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he’s rips through a tiny hole in reality that changes his orientation to the world. Wrong is right, hot is cold, Master is God, good is evil and evil good. His eyes focus back on the huge hulk that's in front of him. Thank you, he mouths while his Master takes up a very large two-inch rod, lubes it and sticks it into Tucker's pee slit. He finds the hole and pushes it in as far as the stretch allows. "Daddy's got to hurt you but then it will all be alright. If you want to cry it's okay. Be a big boy and it will be all over soon." Master Eli sports a raging hard on as he push the fattening rod further through the hole. He can see Tucker's face contorting in sweet, blissed out agony. He's fighting the pain as best he can, the drug careening through him is scrambling his senses. "Daddy's so proud of his boy. Almost through. Boy loves how much he penis hurts, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, hurt me." Tucker's face is twisted from too many sensations at once, his hands are clawing the arm rests. He's beet red fighting against his bindings and from the initial rush of the slam, his heart rushes blood everywhere. "Wait, wait! Please, it too much. Let me get used to it." "Daddy needs to finish, son. Daddy got lots to do. Daddy wants to show you off with a big boy piercing to the guests. Just a bit more and it's through." He pushes the rod another fraction of an inch, drawing a wail that echoes thunderously through the house, roaring through windows and chimney, through the canyons of Echo Park. A coyote high up in the brush recognizes a wounded animal and howls back an answer. Tucker’s head thrashes against the chair's headrest. Anguish is entwined with the drug, bringing him past shock, laying him out naked to a world with awe that is at once ecstatic as it is destructive to who he is, his logic of desire, where his sexual loyalties fall, what he wants—no—what he needs from now on out of the man deconstructing him. The man sees Tucker fall through another rush of the drug’s powerful pleasure, not only accepting his tormentor along with the administration of pain, but bearing through drug and shock, encouraging Master Eli to hurt him even more. Tucker looks in his face and whispers do it. With that final surrender of his soul the breach is ripped wide open, there is very little blood, and the circular ring passes through his piss slit and through the newly stretched passage. His head is back in a silent scream. "One last thing to do, my hippy boy, my beautiful, debauched intruder, who called me out and debased himself for me." Tucker sees through watery eyes his Master hold up pliers that are closing the thick ring onto an enormous bead. With a pressure that shakes his Master grip, the ball is sealed shut. He’s locked into the zero gauge. The ache is strong in his dick but the agony is starting to diminish. The chair’s straps are loosened and his Master's lips seal over his mouth. He wrestles a warm tongue filled with passion and lust. He's being lifted from the chair, cradled in the most powerful arms he’s ever felt. He utterly surrenders to a Master who will take care of him, provide for all his needs, who's lays him on the bed for the final act. Tucker unmoors himself from time and wallows adrift in the coolness of the turned down sheets, in the aquatic light of this unusual room. He's breathing underwater. His legs float up to his Master's shoulders. Something cold, wet and covered in mucous is being pressed against his small, tight anus. It pops in and he feels it slither into his rectum. He's waiting for it to start to hurt since this is all new to him, the territory virginal, but it doesn't hurt. He likes it, the viscosity’s soothing, his muscles contract and expand, inviting it to flow inside him as deep as it wants. He senses one hand being tied above him, then the other. He wants to be tied, he wants whatever his Master wants. He's being plowed deep and it's invading the most intimate parts of him, where no one touches, where no one knows, places even he never felt existed. So deep he feels his organs rearrange. His intestines are realigning, straightening, his body dictated by some outside force. His body is overtaken with pleasure; it’s no longer him but a primordial version of him. A cloth is tied over his mouth and knotted behind his head. He moans in ecstasy into the rag as the invasion transcends him to his core. He feels one leg lowering off a rock-hard shoulder, then the other, each tied to the bottom of the bed. He feels warm liquid spray across his faces. He sucks on the wet rag tasting salty remnants of warm spooge. He looks up to see Master Eli standing next to his head, flicking the last of his pale seed across his face. Strangely he still feels his entrails being invaded, wonders how that can be with Master hovering beside him. Master reaches between his legs and grabs the end of the eel and squeezes the tail to encourage its ultimate journey through his sphincter. The eel in entirely inside him. It moves forward generating a body wave that slithers up in one direction, and eases out reversing the undulation in another. Back and forth it drills within him. The body orgasms he releases over the next several hours while Master is away, are like none he's ever known or will ever know again. The door closes and he's left breathing underwater, internally erupting in breaking waves, over and over within the blue light.

20 musc btms around me, my dick in all asses, always one licking my ass and one on each side getting my fists, the others kissing me and stuffing dicks in my mouth.. all taking turns, enjoying me bitchslapping their faces and ass when my hands are in between fisting. so sick of deceiving porn calling themselves orgies where only one fkn guy btms, i need to see all of them crave dicks for their mouth/ass. want a reverse gang bang, one top and 10 btms

I really want to do this, hasn't happened yet. Closest I've done is using my own piss in my douche.

Getting whored out is damn hot, I've been a boy toy a couple of times. First time was a guy I met at a club. After some heavy feeling up and making out on the dance floor, he led me to a cruising area, telling me "I'm gonna whore you out." Immediately got hard. As we walked down the street, he had his hand on my back, my ass, down my pants, in a very proprietary way. Turned me on that anyone who saw us understood that my hole was his. I was shirtless as it was a warm summer night, and at times my crack was exposed as he adjusted my pants up or down. When we got there, he asked a guy "Wanna fuck him?" then bent me over and pulled my jeans down when they guy said yes. Quickly there was a group of men around me. Got fucked by about a half-dozen guys and took five loads. As I took dicks he would talk with the top and the ones waiting, all commenting on my ass, body and referring to me as a pussy, slut, and how I needed cocks and cum. Lots of remarks on how great my hole felt once it got that first load. No one interacted with me, just each other as they pounded my butt. It was an incredible turn-on, and I still jerk off thinking about it. I've done it a couple of times since, but that was the first and most intense mentally. One of those times you push through a barrier, and satisfy a deep need that you were not really aware you had.

Looking forward to trading loads with you, stud! maybe whore each other out and see how many loads we can get into each other's holes!

I seem to be in the minority here.....I identify as a QUEER man, but nonetheless 100% male......my ass is neither a pussy nor a cunt and I'm nobody's bitch.

Such a hot interview, and such a hot guy - I'm sure he still as hot, if not hotter, now he's a few more years down the line. Hope he's cultivating a huge v/l.

My first sexual experience was with my step cousin. We were more like step brothers at that time, because we lived in the same house and shared a bedroom. He was the first cock in my mouth, the first cock in my ass, the first load in my mouth, and the the first load in my ass. He was a macho Arab guy though and would never suck cock or get fucked. He rather showed me my role of a white blond boy I was at that time and I obeyed. Last time he fucked me was in his wedding night, when after fucking his wife for the first time, he sneaked into my room and dropped his load in me. The reason was, as he told me, that he didn't want to waste his sperm and thus wanted to cum inside a hole, but he wanted to avoid his wife to get pregnant while she wasn't yet ready for anal sex. I know that a couple of nights later she took him in her back door amd from that day I was out.

Part 4 -The Final Scene (or just the beginning) I sucked in a gasp of air when I looked up and saw the most perfect man I’d ever laid eyes on. I believe the expression is ’built like a brick shithouse’. Short dark hair, olive skin, bearded, dark eyes deep enough to drown in. He wasn’t a wall of muscles, though I’m sure most of his bulk was muscle, but he didn’t look all bulging and ripply. Well, some parts were bulging. He just looked impressively big. And sexy as fuck! My hole began to quiver in anticipation. It was already trashed beyond recognition, but I still had the inexplicable urge to get fucked again by this hunk of a man. A kind of crooked grin spread on the big man’s face, and he slowly walked over, looking down at me. He crouched down and looked me in the eyes, hard and deep, then said, “You might have let all of my friends use that pig hole of yours, but I used it first. You belong to me,” in a voice so deep and husky I almost didn’t pay attention to the actual words he’d said. Holy fuck! This is the first guy who raped me tonight! He’s the one who got this all started. I don’t know if I should hate him for doing it, or love him for getting the ball rolling. I guess the look of shock and arousal showed on my face and he grinned down at me. “Good, I knew you’d want more.” He stood and turned around to Mr. Mean and Average Guy and said, “You guys are done with him tonight. He’s mine. I fucked him first -that ass belongs to me.” Apparently he was the big man on campus, because they both just nodded. “You still have my DNA in you from earlier?” Mr. Perfect asked me. I shook my head nervously, sure that he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. “What the fuck did you do with it? You didn’t douche it out, I hope. That was prime viral cum I gave you -you don’t waste that shit.” “I made him push it out and lick it up,” Mr. Mean told him. He looked back at me and smiled. “Well, at least it’s in your belly. Let’s get some more baby makers in you,” he said, stripping quickly and getting on his knees behind me. At this point my ass was so stretched that I didn’t feel any pain when he entered me. The large dick head popped into my cum-sloppy hole and he let out a sigh. “Well you guys loosened him up nicely. He damn near strangled my dick earlier,” he said to his friends, now feeding my ass the entire shaft until he was balls deep in me. He held my hips, pulled back and then slammed full-length into me. He did this several times, slow and methodical. He was owning my ass, and making sure that my ass knew who it belonged to now. He sped up and pumped my hole hard and steady for a couple of minutes and then held deep. I could feel his giant cock swelling as it spewed toxic seed deep into me. “There, you got a quick load from me. Now let’s put that DNA to good use,” he told me. He didn’t get soft even for a moment, and then just went on fucking and pounding me, roughing my ass up even more -if it’s possible at this point. He was bound and determined to make sure that his viral cum got into my bloodstream and got me pregnant. And as that thought swirled around in my mind, I became so horny I began to thrust back onto his huge meat, my wet ass making loud smacking sounds every time his hips slammed into me. That seemed to really get him turned on, and he motioned his two friends to come over and have me suck them while he fucked me. I’ve never been so full in my life. His cock was like having 2 in my ass, and at some points I had both cocks in my mouth at the same time. Double stuffed! I was in pig heaven! Exhausted, and sure to be sore for days, but this feeling was better than anything I’ve ever known. And every time I reminded myself that I got toxic seed from all of these guys blasted deep inside me, it only seemed to urge me on. Now I craved it and wanted more! I kept shoving my ass back onto that monster cock, impaling myself, and enjoying every filling second of it. The guys I was sucking decided that I should swallow their loads at the same time, so they jacked their dicks right to the point of blowing, then jammed them into my waiting mouth. Even after having already blown loads, they shot a very impressive amount of cum in my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, but I didn’t want to lose a drop. I didn’t swallow it, though. They pulled their sensitive cocks from my mouth, and I clamped my lips shut to avoid any spillage, and then I savoured their HIV cum as it rolled around, slithering over my tongue and pooling underneath it. The guys knew what I was doing and seemed to get off on it. “He didn’t swallow our loads yet, he’s enjoying it in his mouth first,” Mr. Mean told the big guy behind me. That seemed to spur Mr. Perfect on, and he really let me have it, holding nothing back now, using my hole to get himself off again. “You’re such a good fucking cumdump,” he growled, grabbing my hips harder as he slammed into me more relentlessly. “Don’t’ swallow those fucking loads until I’m cumming again, got it?” he asked. I just nodded, and continued to ram my ass back to meet his hard thrusts. We were fucking like two wild animals, both of us grunting, him growling, and drenched in sweat. The entire area stunk of cum and sweat -I wish I could bottle that smell and wear it every day. Finally I could tell he was about to cum, and then he gritted his teeth, growled like a bear, pumped my hole hard and fast and then froze and held deep. “That’s it, take my toxic DNA inside you,” he told me. “Now swallow those loads, you little cumpig.” I let them slither down my throat, slowly, enjoying every drop of it. The taste of those loads combined with his huge rod jammed deep in my hole finally pushed my body over the edge and without touching my dick, I blew. Shot after shot of my own cum splattered the plastic sheet beneath me. “Fuck, man, the pig just shot off without touching his dick. What a whore!” Mr. Mean howled. Then Mr. Perfect leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest, and whispered in my ear. “That ass belongs to me now. If it didn’t happen yet, I’m going to get you pregnant with my charged load. You’re going to get HIV and be my poz pig. Got it?” He might as well have been reciting romantic poetry in my ear because all I could feel at that moment was excitement. And horny. He pulled me back a foot or so from where we knelt, and then shoved my face down to the plastic to lick up my load. When I had gotten it all, he pulled me back to him, turned my head and, for the first time, kissed me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, massaging my tongue, and trying to taste as much of my load as he could. “Mmm, you’ve got some tasty cum, there, whore,” he said to me. He gently eased his semi-hard cock out of my trashed hole. “Get your clothes on. You’re coming home with me,” he added, giving my ass a quick slap. “My little poz pig.”

Part 3 He remained on top of me while he texted away for a few minutes, often smirking and chuckling at either something he’d written or received from whoever it was on the other end. It was starting to make me nervous again, and I was becoming more aware of how sore my butt was. It felt very wet and I was sure that cum and possibly blood was leaking out of my hole onto the plastic sheet. Feeling my slimy butt cheeks sliding around on the plastic under his weight once again got the better of me and my dick sprang to life, bouncing against his bare ass. “Don’t even think about it, fucker,” he glared down at me. “You’re here to get used, not the other way around.” “Who are you texting?” I asked meekly. “Just a handful of guys that I used to party with when I did a little time,” he said playfully, tossing his phone onto his little pile of discarded clothing. Great, sex starved ex-cons. I think I’m definitely going to die tonight. Just then I heard the creaking of the big outer door swinging open and then slamming shut. With some luck it would be a worker and not one of his buddies. Wrong. "You got here fast," Mr. Mean said. "I was just having a beer around the corner," new guy replied, then whistled loudly. “Well, well, well, what did you get yourself?” “I got us a little faggot to play with for the night,” Mr. Mean told him, finally raising himself up off of me to go over and give his prison buddy the playful guy shoulder slapping hug. “I want at him,” the new guy was saying, already taking his clothes off. Thankfully he was more average in build, probably only an inch or two taller than me, but stocky, with a nice looking cock that wasn’t too long but had a respectable thickness. He kind of wandered around the warehouse for a couple of minutes and came back with a handful of fruit. Was he hungry for a snack before taking his turn on me? Evidently I was his snack, and the fruit . . . well I had no idea the plan for that. Average guy climbed down behind me, grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, and whistled again when he looked down between my spread legs and saw the mess leaking out of me. “How many loads did you shoot in this guy? Look at all the fucking cum running out of that sloppy kunt,” he said to Mr. Mean. “Only one. He had a big load in him from someone else, but I made him push it out and eat it up while I fucked him,” he replied. “Ha! A real fucking cum slut!” Average guy marvelled. “Is he poz? Cuz that’s all he’s gonna get tonight,” he added, leaning down close to my left ear. “You like taking toxic cum up that greedy whore kunt?” I didn’t know if I should answer or not, but when he slapped my ass a few times really hard, I knew I had to go along with it. “Yes, I love that toxic cum in me!” “Good faggot,” he grumbled. And then I felt something going up my ass, but it wasn’t his dick. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was stuffing a peeled banana up my ass. What the hell is this guy into? When the banana was all the way in, he climbed between my legs and stuck his dick in too, and wasted no time pounding the hell out of my ass. I was grateful that he wasn’t monster-hung, but with the banana up there already, I felt full. His fucking went on for quite a while, with Mr. Mean laughing and shouting encouraging words for his buddy while he used me like some kind of fruit salad fuck doll. He wasn't a gentle fucker, and he relentlessly pounded both that banana and my ass to mush. I didn’t feel him shooting in me since the banana was filling my hole up, but I definitely heard him grunting as it lead up to it. “Take it, take it, take my fucking poz cum up that whore kunt!” he yelled, slamming so hard into me that my own cock, which had been sliding around in that pool of cum on the plastic, shot off beneath me. He must have felt it with my ass going into spasms around his tool. “You fucking whore! Who told you that you could cum?!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He yanked his cock out of me really rough and it made a really sloppy wet sound, and then I could feel his breath on my hole. In a matter of seconds he was diving deep up my hole, hungrily eating all of his load and that banana out. I have to say that it felt heavenly. Just as he was finishing his snack, I heard the door again, and in walked a big black dude, about the same size and build as Mr. Mean. They exchanged quick hugs and he began stripping. “I got to make this quick. I’ve got a 30 minute break and wasted 10 getting here.” He was on me in a flash, stuffing his big black cock into my now vacant hole. It was a very tight fit, but he managed to get about half way in me before my tortured hole blocked him. “Come on, take it you fuckin’ whore,” he grunted, rutting his hips hard, eventually busting through and I felt his big low hanging balls resting against my own balls. I felt fully stuffed once again. He held there only for a few seconds, giving me time to take a couple of deep breaths, and then he hauled back and began slamming me. He kept up a steady pound, over and over, his hips slapping into my quivering butt cheeks and making wet smacking sounds, and me grunting every time he hit bottom. He kept it steady, didn’t change positions, didn’t slow down, just smack, smack, smack, deep dicking me with every stroke, until he gritted his teeth, growled, and hissed in my ear, “Take this fucking load, goddamned fucking whore! Take my poz cum! Going to give you that AIDS!”. And then his dick swelled over and over inside me and I could feel his big black cock spray painting my insides with his toxic seed. He kept his dick in me while he caught his breath, then eased it out, and then told me, “Keep that fucking load up your ass, bitch. My swimmers have some work to do in there. We’re going to get you fucking pregnant,” he laughed, now pulling on his clothes. As he was heading out the door, I heard him greeting someone else on their way in. Seconds later I couldn’t believe my eyes . . . Part 4 -the final installment, to follow very soon.

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

Part 3 After Logan had swallowed his first load of cum the man took Logan into the living room of the house where there were about half a dozen guys sitting around waiting for him. He was told to get on his knees and crawl over till each guy and suck each guys cock and swallow each load of cum. One by one Logan sucked each guy and swallowed every drop if cum and as the meth I his system began to fade. The man knew that Logan would need another slam before he was going to be fucked for the first time. They took Logan back to the bedroom he woke up in and told him to sit on the bed. He was given some Gatorade to drink that was laced with GHB as 'the chemist' entered the bedroom. As he drank the Gatorade he saw 'the chemist' load a syringe with crystals then add some water to get the meth to dissolve. Logan was finishing up his Gatorade as the GHB began to take effect. He didn't try to resist as 'the chemist' placed a tourniquet on his upper arm. Logan watched as 'the chemist' found a good vein and slipped the needle in, drew back getting a flash of blood before emptying the contents. When the tourniquet was removed Logan began to cough harder then he had the first time. Through his coughs Logan heard 'the chemist' tell the man as he requested, thus one was stronger then the first slam. Logan was breathing really fast as he rode a rush that was much stronger than his first slam as he laid back on the bed. The man stood over Logan as a naked guy came into the room. The guy looked closer to his age as the man left then in the room alone. The guy climbed on top of Logan, looked into his eyes and told Logan to relax as he leaned in for a kiss as he heard someone say that the kids newly poz and his vial load will easily convert the new meat. Once again Logan was lost in the drugs as he willingly accepted his kiss as Logan felt the guys cock stiffen between their bodies. Logan was quickly giving into the drugs and sex not knowing if he'd ever see his family or friends again. As the two were sharing spit and tongues he maneuvered Logan so that Logan could suck stone cock while he got his ass ate for the first time. This was all the lube Logan would get before he had his cherry taken. Once the young guy thought he had a minimal amount if lube for Logan's as he repositioned Logan where he could hook his legs under his arms as he pointed his cock towards Logan's ass. Logan felt the tip hit his ass as the guy moved his hips enough to get his cock right at Logan's hole. The guys pushed his hips forward as his cock began to slip inside his body. Logan couldn't resist the pleasure he was starting to feel as the cock inched its way home until Logan felt three guy's pelvis bump up against his ass. They kissed again as Logan began to not only get his first fuck, but a poz fuck. Logan had no clue what he was getting but the guy fucking him was nicked named 'the gifter'. He was an addict that needed his fix and agreed to get pozzed and become a member of the crew. He'd get the 'fix. He'd need as long as he took as much cum as possible, never went on meds and when he was needed to 'gift' someone he would only be given a small slam and drugs to keep his cock hard. With all that he was known for cumming multiple times and usually big loads. He knew after he was done with the 'deed' he'd get a larger slam and get fucked all night long. Logan felt the chock inside his ass begin to swell as the guy kissed him before looking into his eyes and telling him in broken English that he was giving Logan his first charged load. Logan didn't comprehend the meaning at the time, but once he got the fuck flu, as well as being addicted to the drugs he was being given, he'd understand. In the few hours Logan was fucked by this guy he took 5 loads when the guy pulled out. The guy looked at Logan's hole as a little but of cum seeped out before he roughly stuck a dildo inside his pozzed filled ass. The dildo would force the poz cum deeper inside Logan's body. After a good 5 minutes of the dildo it was roughly pulled out. It was replaced by a brush that would scrap the walls of locks ass mashing sure the bug would get inside his blood.