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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.

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.

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.

Notes: While the story itself is not true, many of the the events, people and places are. I’ve simply rearranged them into this story. Enjoy. Intro. He was skinny, a bit lanky and uncoordinated His glasses on the thicker side, a bit of acne, dirty blond hair cut short brushed forward and really not in any particular style. Greg had been picked on, teased and bullied his whole life. To a point where he constantly looked down, stayed out of people’s way, didn’t call attention to himself and buried himself in his schoolwork. He was 19 and school was done now for him so, with no friends to speak of, he found his only social interaction in online gaming. Greg was also gay, and with no real support network, Greg retreated into a spiraling descent of low self-esteem. He was a geek, a sub and corruptible, and he was 110% mine. Part 1 Being single for a while now and having been recently diagnosed as HIV+, I had gradually pulled out of the dating scene. I have a pretty good bod, and subs have always enjoyed my cock, but being 52 and poz made hooking up harder than before. So, I had started joining in on some of the online gaming communities. While I wasn’t the best player, I developed a good base of local online gaming “comrades” and we would regularly partake in long online quests together, bullshitting and talking with them sometimes all night long. But, my pervy side still needed to be satisfied, so I also occupied my time on many of the kink and bdsm sites. And one day, I saw it. On a kinky daddy/son site, I saw the same avatar as one of the members of my quest team. 19 years old, 110 lbs, 5’11”, submissive, brown hair, brown eyes, looking for something long-term unexperienced but looking for an older dominant man 40 -60, with an interest in kink. No other pictures but the avatar. Could this be a coincidence? The owner of the avatar in our quest group had a young sounding voice, and often seemed shy during the voice chats. Could it be the same person? Curious, I decided to investigate a little further. I did a Google image search on the avatar, and found no other occurrences of it except in our game forum and in the game’s subReddits The connection was there, his gamer name was Muks in the online game, and his character description was that of a sprite; skinny, young, blonde agile, and loyal to whomever oversaw the given quest. His behavior during game play was definitely passive at best preferring to follow others than to lead himself. Still curious, I logged onto the online game that we had spent so much time playing together. The rest of the team wasn’t online, but was surprised by the luck I had when I saw, Muks was. I sent him a text message through the game asking him how he was. “Bored” he replied. “Me too” I said. Feeling a bit horny and coquettish, I asked him if he’d like to go on a quest. Just the two of us. He said “Sure. Why not?” So, I lead him to place in the forest where not many players of the game would be, and told him the name of our quest would be Veritas and I would be the quest leader and that in order to succeed in the quest, I would need his complete honesty and obedience. As with all other past quests, he agreed. “Ok,” I said “we’ll start with some questions.” I decided to stay in the online texting rather than voice to encourage more anonymity and honesty. I started with easy questions to check against his profile on Daddies4bois. “How old?” I started. “19” he responded. Check. I thought to myself. “Where from?” I continued. Next town over. Another check. I asked him his real life, eye color, height, weight, and hometown. His short answers, all checked out against his profile the profile on Daddies4bois. I then decided to up the ante a bit, and told him that since I was the quest leader, he had to address me as ‘Sir’. “Yes Sir.” He responded immediately and beautifully. “Why is it you have so much time to be online?” I then asked. “I don’t have any real-life friends Sir” He replied. “Don’t you have a job?” I asked quickly. “No Sir, I don’t go out much Sir.” “What about your family? Do you live at home?” “I live with my mother Sir, my father left a long time ago Sir.” “Does she like you playing video games all day and night?” I asked, liking the fact he has no father figure. “Um, she doesn’t really care Sir.” “Why’s that?” I asked “She has some problems of her own to deal with Sir.” “I see,” I said, changing the subject back to his friends. “Why don’t you have other friends your own age to hang out with?” “I don’t really fit in Sir.” He responded. Loving where the conversation was going, I pushed on. “I don’t understand. You prefer to hang out with the older men of our quest group?” “Yes Sir!” he responded. “Why?” “Because, older men are more open, not as judgmental, don’t make fun and seem to have it more together Sir.” “Well, you’d be surprised” I said thinking back to all the wasted tweakers and flakes I’ve known. “I’ve always thought you were pretty cool, and prefer to only go on quests when you’re with us.” “Really?” he responded. “Really what? You forgot something!” I typed. “Really, Sir” he corrected himself. “Yes boy,” I typed. “But you’ve just committed 2 violations of the quest rules.” “I’m sorry Sir,” he typed. I didn’t respond, giving him time to think and a pause that needed to be filled. “I know I forgot to say ‘sir’ Sir, but what was the other violation Sir?” Perfect! I thought. “Yes, you forgot to address me as Sir, but you also questioned your quest leader said.” I explained. “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to Sir.” “Good boy, you’re catching on.” I said, and further went on to restate that I always preferred to go on quests with him, he was always obedient and loyal. “Thank you, Sir, I’ve always enjoyed our quests together too.” He responded. “Do you like this little quest?” I asked. “Yes Sir, I do.” “I do what boy?” “Yes Sir, I do Sir.” “That’s three violations boy.” “I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it again Sir.” “You’re a good boy, but “sorry” can only be expressed through the acceptance of punishment.” I posited. “I don’t understand Sir.” “Don’t worry boy, we’ll worry about that another time.” “May I ask a question Sir?” he then typed. “Yes boy, you may. And you’re a good boy for asking permission.” “Thank you, Sir. Why do you call me ‘boy’ Sir?” “Does it bother you boy?” “No, Sir. I actually kinda like it.” “Good boy, but that’s a 4th violation.” I typed in quickly. “Yes Sir, I’m truly sorry Sir.” Now I was sure! This was definitely the same boy on the hook up site. Anxious, I needed to bring this to the next level. “Like I said we’ll deal with “sorry” another time.” “So tell me you truly like hanging out with 50 year olds…?” “Yes, Sir” he replied. “Good, because I’m 52, and would like us to go on more quests, just you and me. How do you feel about that boy?” “That would be great Sir! Do you have any we can go on, Sir?” “Yes, but they’re completely different than what you’re used to.” I typed back. “Really Sir? In what area of the game?” “They’re very different from the game we play online boy. How would you like to try some real life ‘cosplay’? if that’s what you call it these days...” “Oh, I don’t know, Sir. I don’t have any costumes, Sir”. “That’s ok boy. I do.” “Lot’s” I added. “We could have some really great adventures, you and me. Plus, they’re getting more and more popular. Why don’t you think about it a bit? I really think you’ll enjoy it and it will be much better than sitting in front of your computer screen day and night. Here’s my phone number. I have to sign off now, so, I want you to give me a call when you want to talk more and start cosplaying. Is that understood boy?” Here I stopped. I needed to leave it all in his head and not be too pushy. “Yes Sir” he responded. At that I signed out of the game. To be continued...

Visited a hot muscle top friend in LA who invited me over for a fuck date at his place.He slammed himself and told me about Slammer and maybe taking me there if I were interested. He had me sucking his silicon enlarged fat cock while fingering my arse before giving me a booty bump. He claimed the first one didn't work and planted a second one deep up my ass. In no time I was flying and he planted his fat cock deep down my throat. Soon he suggested heading to Slammer because he wanted to fuck me in public. He put me in leather gear; leather pants and a tight leather vest showing off my athletic body and bubble butt. I felt horny as fuck when we drove to Slammer in his open Jeep and he loved showing me off as his fuck toy. In Slammer he gave me another booty bump in the bathroom and dragged my fuelled ass to the sling room. He told me to completely undress and started fucking me with the door open. Soon a small crowd formed to see me getting powerfucked by this bull and his impressive fuck tool. He encouraged the other guys to use me as well. After he was done fucking me another top took his place eating my ass and fucking me while I begged a tall and muscled young Texan to work my nipps. He edged me with the tit play while guys were taking turns eating out my ass, fingering it roughly and fucking it. The Texan shoved some fingers up my hole while I was being fucked. He was intrigued and added more fingers. I was sucking cocks from bystanders and moaning when he started forcing my ass to open wider. He leaned in and asked me if he could fist me and he knew by my moaning that I was ready. He stood beside me while he worked his big paw up my ass and with his other hand he kept working my tits. I wanted him to destroy my ass with his large fist. He worked my ass hard and loved seeing the results of his hard work. When we took a break I headed over to the gloryholes and got fucked and fisted some more before my fuckbuddy came and found me to take me home.

Wasnt sure what to call this thread, but its basically a confession of why I am on a site like this. I would like to chat with others that may be in a similar situation. Let me start by saying I do not wish to get any STD, but, due to my activities and the men I service, it truly is only a matter of time. I am 100% completely and totally addicted to sucking cock and swallowing cum. I can not describe the effect it has on me, its like a drug high. I have STRONG cravings and MUCH go out and find a cock to suck. I have had a few regulars here and there, but still end up seeking out more random cock to suck. Its odd for me, I am not really attracted to men, but cock drives me CRAZY. Maybe due to that, I actually prefer anonymous random cock. Its really a turn on to suck off ANY one that will let me... and thats what leads me here. I have NO control anymore when it comes to cock. Just the sight of it sends chills down my spine and my mouth waters. I will suck off ANYone. I have sucked off quite a few men that I shouldnt have. I meet random men from online, hookup in parks at night, bookstores, restrooms. I will just come out and say it. I have sucked off some very dirty cocks, including homeless men. Its a scary feeling to have so little control in those situations. But when their showed me their cocks, I dropped to my knees. Imagine being grossed out by a smelly dirty cock, screaming inside you head to get up and leave, but an uncontrollable urge inside you makes you take it in your mouth. I could have cried when I first tasted his cock, moments later I am in my typical cock high daze sucking him off properly. Getting home, ashamed, embarrassed, shocked. Yet doing something similar again and again.

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

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 vacation in Chicago one summer visiting a friend when I found out about the Bijou theater. One night, around 11:00 PM I was looking on-line for the local bathhouse when I found a reference about the theater and the play space it offered. I took down the address and was off to check it out, arriving there about midnight. I paid admission, purchased some poppers, and when the clerk explained lockers were offered for guys who wanted to strip down, I rented a lock. Jackpot! I liked to wander around nude, and now I could without fear of loosing my wallet. He buzzed me in and I walked into a dim theater where I found old porn from the 70s playing, so I took a seat and waited for my eyes to adjust. Soon enough I noticed there were only two other guys in the theater, one of whom was asleep or passed out, I wasn't sure, and the other, who happened to be in my row, was an older guy, balding with a gray mustache and sideburns. He looked like an aging 70s porn star with a lot of mileage on him. I started to feel a bit self conscious as he kept looking my way. In fact, he started to creep me out a bit, so I focused on the porno and tried to get into it, taking a hit of poppers to enhance the action. It worked. With my first sniff I was feeling my head spin and my cock get hard. Those nasty 70s porn boys were fucking on a dance floor to disco and I wanted to boogie in the worst way. I glanced over to the dirty old man in my row to see he had pulled his cock out and was stroking away. It was big, about nine inches. I couldn't stop looking over at it, and decided it was time to reward this nasty fucker with a little show so I got up and made my way to the lockers in the back. They were in a small room with a spiral star case that led up to the play space. i stripped down to my tighty whites and my keds high tops and put the rest of my clothes in the locker and walked back to my seat. As soon as I sat down I took another hit of poppers and looked over at that dirty daddy with the big tool. He was still stoking it and staring right at me. I could see the lust in his eyes and feel his appetite for me. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it. When I looked over at him he had stuck his tongue out and was gesturing like he was licking out a hole. Fuck! I could feel the heat rise from my cock and my ass all the way through my body. I got up and headed to the play space up stairs where, upon arriving at the top, I saw many little booths with large glory holes in the partition walls. I wandered down the rows, but the place seemed to be deserted, so I let it all hang out: I dropped my shorts and walked about wearing nothing but my keds high tops. Then, as I rounded a corner, another, about the same age as the guy on the first floor, came out of one of the booths. He was fully dressed, had a full head of grey hair, a short trimmed beard and mustache and he was a little chubby. He began to talk to me as though it was normal to see a naked guy in his keds high tops. He asked how often I came there and I replied I had never been to a place like that before. When I said I was nervous, He told me I was a strapping young man and I should be proud to show my body. Just then the guy from down stairs came around the corner. he was totally naked. I could see how skinny he was. He had skinny legs with bone knees and no ass. His arms were as skinny leading to hands with long fingers. He didn't seem to have an once fat on him except through his mid section which was kind of thick. I could notice his face closely. His upper cheeks had a strange sunken look. He stood there beating off. I couldn't help getting a boner. My heart was racing, maybe from the poppers, maybe from the danger or both. Then the other man said lets get in a booth. He took me by the arm and led me into one of the booths and shut the door. He put his arms around me and said " now just relax" and we kissed. At that he said "good boy". He held the bottle of poppers up to my nose. I inhaled deeply. Then he said "that's it son" he rapped his arms around me again and reached back to my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he backed my ass to the hole in the wall. I could hear the door in the next booth open then shut. Then my new Daddy said "Put your bum through the hole and let that nice man on the other side check it out." I could feel fingers spread my cheeks apart and then something warm and wet push against my hole. Daddy encouraged me, saying "Let him check your bum to see if it's a pussy." At that I could feel a boney finger enter me and slide in deep. i could feel it feeling around up inside of me. Daddy asked if the man was checking my bum and I nodded. The the finger withdrew and the warm wet tong pushed up inside of me as daddy made me take another hit of poppers. I could feel it push deep into me, tasting me. I said to daddy that the man was eating my hole. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and said the man was going to turn my boy hole into a pussy and asked if I wanted that, If I wanted to be a pussy boy. I told him I did and daddy said good boy and we kissed and daddy's tong entered my mouth. I had two tongs inside of me now, two men new what I tasted like. Then the nice man on the other side of the wall stopped eating my hole. in a few seconds I could feel something hard push against my hole then push up inside of me. I long shaft slid deep inside of me. I could feel it push past my second sphincter. and into my belly. Daddy asked me if the man's cock was inside of me. when I said yes, he made me take another hit of poppers. The man began to fuck me deep, pistoned into me like a machine. Daddy asked me if I liked that big raw cock in my pussy. I told him I did and he gave me anther hit of poppers. Daddy said that the man's big raw cock was going to fuck my pussy and make it into a cunt by putting sperm in my pussy. He ask if I wanted the man to put his sperm in my pussy and knock it up. I told him I did. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and then held me tight. We kissed and then he said in my ear," good boy, Good boy, let that big raw cock breed you." "It's going to impregnate you with poz seed". " Your getting knocked up son". "Good boy!" He put his hand on my belly and pushed "I can feel that big raw poz cock inside of you. This is were it's going to put it's poz seed. My head was spinning and my heart was pound in my ears. My hole was getting fucked like a cunt. That's all I wanted in the moment was to be a cunt and get knocked up by that big cock inside of me. To receive its seed, be injected with cum and be permanently impregnated. Daddy held the poppers up to my nose and then I said,"daddy I'm getting knocked up, I'm getting knocked up daddy." He said "that's it son take that poz seed in you cunt". At that the cock inside of me began to speed up its thrusts and I could feel it get harder. Then three hard deep thrusts as a loud moan came from the other side of the wall. I felt the cock inside of me spasm as it squirt sperm deep inside my gut. After a moment, the cock began to slowly come out of me. I had a full filling even after it was all the way out and I knew it had put a big thick load in my cunt. I could the door to the next booth opened and the man left. The hole thing could have been a dream except for the wad I could still feel inside my gut. Daddy opened the door to our booth and led me to a sling. He made me get in and for the next several hours, I was the cunt for the hole place and several other men that showed up. I went back to my hotel and fell asleep with my belly full of cum. The next morning I woke up and it had all absorbed into the walls of my colon. a few days later I woke up with morning sickness. I was pregnant. I had the fuck flu. I had really gotten knocked up by a half dozen men but I think it was the first one that was my baby daddy.

Fuck, Fuck, damn, shit. Four hours ago I had been on the top of the world. Now as I was sitting in the emergency room of the local hospital, my shoulder and elbow aching, waiting on the doctor to give me the results of the x-ray. ther than some pain I was okay, even if my baby, my cherished silver Camaro, most likely was totaled. Ever see a 19 year old cry? Well, that was me: all 6’3” of jock boy, sniffling, some out of pain, mostly not knowing what the future would bring. In high school I played football my freshmen and sophomore years, wide receiver. I was quick and I had good hands, but all that tackling was taking a toll on my Nordic frame. In my junior year I started playing baseball and was a darn good pitcher, good enough to be a starter most of the year, although we were a rural school most of the away games were close enough to be a bus trip to and from, even if sometimes they got us home very late in the evening. My senior year we were good enough to make it to conference and state tournaments which required us to be housed in cheap motels on the weekends when we were on the road. It was on one of these trips I discovered my love of traveling with the team and spending quality bullshit time with my teammates. Now, I've long known I was attracted to other guys early on but abstained from acting on my feelings, even when I knew three other teammates were either bi or gay, and a few others who were questioning their straightness. However, when I was in a hotel room with several other teenage guys, all of whom were playing macho games such as boasting which cheerleaders would put out, and each guy displaying his cock as wantonly as he could, well, it was obvious to me which players could be coaxed into some man-on-man fun. At the end of my senior year I was offered a scholarship to play ball at the state college. My life was looking good: not only was I a good athlete but I also excelled in academia and would be able to get my degree in engineering while on a full ride. I red-shirted my freshmen season and although I was still classified by the school as a freshman, I began my second season as a relief pitcher. Although I wasn’t a starting pitcher I at least got into a few games. Then a drunken asshole ran a red light, sending my Camaro careening into a spin. Luckily for me, the fucker only clipped the front to the car and didn’t T-bone my car in the middle, which meant I walked away with relatively minor injuries from which I would recover in a few months: there were no broken bones but lots of torn cartilage and tendons in the shoulder and elbow. I would not be pitching the rest of the season. I left the hospital with my friends from the dorms. I was in tears, knowing I’d have to face the coach on Monday. My parents were already set to arrive the next day to survey the damage. I meet my parents at the front door of my dorm the next morning after just a few hours of sleep, most of it induced by the pain meds the doctor had prescribed to control the pain. My mom gently hugged me and my dad clasped me by my good shoulder although it was bruised as well. Lead me to their car and we hit the local pancake place for breakfast, sure beat dorm food any day, we discussed the car and they assured me they were not angry with me, they knew how much I loved my car, I had it since my 16th birthday and took real good care of it. They dropped me off back at my dorm after we went to look over the damage and make sure it was being taken care of by the body shop, also collecting my school work and personal belongings so I wouldn’t lose anything. I kicked back most of the afternoon and evening when coach called and asked to come over to see me. I’ll be honest I was scared, I could lose my scholarship, I could lose my position with the team. I waited anxiously for him to arrive. Now if you could classify my 19 year old, 6’3” less than 10% body fat 165# muscular body as a Nordic god like, with my blue eyes and dirty blonde hair which naturally lightens during summer. You would classify coach who is 35 years old 5’11 and maybe 150 soaking wet all muscles and sinew as a Aztec god as his Spanish and Mexican heritage made him one hot number, one that always made me quiver when he stepped to close in the dugout or on the field, but here he was coming to my dorm room to discuss my future. Coach arrived shortly after 6 and I sat across from him on my roommates bed while he sat at my desk, coach Juan as we all called him, started out all business like discussing my position on the team, physical therapy I’d most likely have to go through and things about my rehabilitation. He expressed his sorrow at things happening this way and would do everything that he could so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. Juan then got up and crossed the distance between us, using the guise of wanting to see my shoulder he had me remove the baseball shirt I had donned earlier since it was easier to get on and off. He caressed the sore tissues, which were already turning black and blue, then proceeded to work his way down my chest tweaking my nipples a bit, my cock betrayed me as it not only was at full mast but spirting precum making a large wet spot in my basketball shorts, coach took notice and leaned down and began kissing me, he soon was on top of me being careful of my shoulder making me quiver in his arms as he caressed my body and somehow removed my shorts exposing my 9 inch cock tenting my jock the precum totally soaked through the material and making it translucent, I soon had my 9 inches buried down his throat as he hummed onto my tool. He rolled me over and was sucking my cock between my legs pulling it back so it almost touched my virgin hole, he then did what I thought was impossible and was able to place the head near my hole and use the precum flowing from my tube to lubricate my hole. Between him fingering my own precum into my hole and fingering it he soon had me sloppy and almost loosened up his tongue doing marvels on my rosy pucker. Suddenly he stopped and I thought this was over but, he then placed his thick mushroom head on my quivering hole and pushed in with dominance, the head popped in and I felt a sharp pain that quickly went away and left me with a full feeling at my entrance he then started to work his cock in slowly giving me more and more, complimenting me on being a born bottom. I asked about condoms and he told me it was too later now his raw cock was already dripping his precum in my hole, but if I really wanted to be fucked with a condom he would pull out and put one on. He slid his cock out and I handed him a rubber and he rolled it down his shaft the pushed back into my hole, it burned and irritated the opening and made me wince in agony, I told him to pull out and fuck me raw, he quickly obliged and slid his bare cock into my now irritated hole, his precum re-lubricating the walls and making the sting go away, I was soon riding his large schlong like a pro and he asked where I wanted his cum, I replied breed me coach. He sped up his assault on my hole then pushed in and held and I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed into my intestine. I felt so fulfilled yet naughty for letting coach cum in me. Coach cuddled me and kept his cock buried in my hole until we fell asleep together. Lucky for me my roommate Chris had gone home for the weekend, as I awoke in the middle of the night to coach breeding me again, and although Chris and I Had had make out sessions we never went all the way beyond a blow or hand job. I now had two maybe three of Juan’s loads in my gut and I was feeling excited. Coach was turning me into just another cum craving cock hungry boy. I awoke the next morning to coach sucking on my slong, I was rock hard and oozing precum again then Juan did what I least expected he slid down my pole and started fucking himself on my fuck tube, I didn’t last long as his ass milked my cock I blasted a load into his rectum. He then positioned his hole over my face and pushed out my cream forcing me to eat my own spooge from his ass, I felt disgusted and excited at the same time. Coach was turning me into his own sex pig. Soon after we showered and coach presented me with an application for team manager, I would be responsible for the teams equipment and uniforms, including their jocks and cups, it was a dirty job but it would keep me on the team while I rehabilitated and I got to sniff al the jocks and cups before cleaning them as well as the sweaty uniforms, I was in pig heaven and I would have to travel with the team. To make sure everything was taken care of.

Anyone else really turned on by the thought of me & a few other tops holding down a hot smooth bottom and raping both of his holes all night long? Use him & abuse him like the (sub)human sperm bank he is. NO safe word, NO mercy, NO lube. Make him scream. Make him struggle.

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.

Poor tranny trixie is dressed like a slut in a black pvc corset, thigh boots, stockings, gloves with a collar and leash. Blindfolded the bitch is led into the cheering crowd of nasty poz barstard's to be their cum dump for the night. Cuffed by the wrists and ankles over a whipping horse bench the gang bang commences. Each poz cock stud pounds the tranny meat till they bust a nut deep inside leaving a mark on the back to keep count of the loads dumped inside. Hours later they lift the bitches head up and tell the slut the bug spunk count they have filled the sissies hole with. Then they release the tranny slut from the cuffs and leave. While their sperm drips out of the tranny hole as some much is swimming deep inside. The bitch started as a willing neg but after the no mercy gangbang is now poz and used. Maybe I should make this real if I can x

The first time the top didn't ask, he just did it. I felt this warmth inside me, and since I was rolling at the time, I was very in tune to every sensation, so I got very still and just experienced and enjoyed it. I asked him "What are doing?" and he said "I'm filling you up with my piss. How does it feel?" I just moaned, and said "oh fuck!" We kissed, after a while he started to slowly fuck me again, until he blew a load up my hole, all mixed with his piss. Since then he did it with me once more time, and another guy did it to me as well. It's something I want to repeat for sure.

I am a very fortunate man, the more so because fate has given me a second chance to be in love, despite so thoroughly screwing up the first one. After my wife divorced me, and everything just plain disintegrated for me, I came very close to committing suicide. There was, it seemed, no possible hope that the rest of my life would be anything but loneliness. Then she just reappeared, out of the blue. You can believe that I am making very certain not to repeat the same mistakes! So, naturally we've gone for testing after such a weekend, and I am happy (though many on this board will be disappointed) to report that despite all that filthy unprotected sex, Alex, Silver, Black, and I didn't catch a thing. I did come down with a nasty cold about 3 days afterwards, but it was just a cold. Mr Black kept track during the evening, and I took 12 men, Alex took 14, and not a single one of the condoms we brought was used at any time. The next morning, over breakfast, Alex confessed to Black and Silver that she is actually already HIV positive. They were relieved, and Black commented that he had his suspicions. The men they arranged were all undetectable (including the one that Alex claimed was highly infectious in the middle of things), but of course the randoms later on could easily have had high viral loads. Perhaps the most interesting thing to come out of the evening was a message to the craigslist ad I posted from the baths. We received an email from a trans-man, an extremely fit and manly gentleman who still has a fully functional pussy. He was unable to meet that night, but Alex has been corresponding with him. She confessed to being an actual woman, 'in disguise', and it turns out that this Trans-man did a very similar thing a few years ago himself. Alex is going to arrange a meeting for us, though not necessarily a play date. He sounds like a pretty interesting guy, though. Alex also got the contact info from the black muscle-boy, who turns out to be an engineer, and the furry little cub who started the night. The plan is to have a hotel party some time, possibly repeat the sensory deprivation scene my wife enjoyed so much, for Alex. One last detail. Alex is not on the pill, but the night of the event was very nearly the least fertile point of her cycle. While I have had a vasectomy, we have discussed the issue and decided to get her on to birth control as soon as possible. The way things are going, it seems like a good idea. In the meantime, there has been some very sexy talk about which of those 14 men might have knocked her up. Turns out both of us find forced impregnation extremely sexy, and so we're planning to do a scene of that some day. I hope everyone enjoyed this story, as with the others, it's all pretty much factually accurate. I've messed around with names, dates, and places in order to ensure that nobody can figure out who we really are. By the way, if any of you readers were there that night, I would love to hear from you, and I hope you don't mind Alex's little deception. Not sure what I will write about next. Alex wants me to write some more about my experiences from my marriage, so I may do that. Or perhaps someone here wants to ask about something?

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

Jesse and Paul It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting drinking a beer relaxing on the deck when I heard an incoming text message on my phone. It was from Jesse. “I left the DVD at your place this morning. Paul started looking for it as soon as he got home.” “Yup, you left it in the living room.” “He said he had borrowed a DVD from a friend and needed to return it.” “Just asking: Did he say what the DVD was called?” “Nope. He is obviously panicking that I found it.” “Aha. He thinks his little indiscretion is about to be found out?” “I guess so. Things are getting quite heated around here.” “But you and I fucked yesterday, and bareback too so you are not innocent.” “I guess, but I am not ready for all of this to come out.” “I won’t say anything.” Why should I? After all Paul had obviously had sex with both Ben and me before Jesse and I fucked. Although, truth be told, Paul had wanted to use condoms whereas Jesse wanted it bare the whole way. “I asked Paul to go to the store to get us some beer so he will be out for a few minutes please bring it to me before he gets back.” “Sure” I texted back. Probably was not going to be time for a repeat fuck but no harm in keeping things as friendly as possible. “Come round the back and through the patio door so that he won’t see you if he gets back sooner than expected.” “Be there in two minutes.” I chugged down the last of my beer and went indoors. Ben was in the kitchen putting stuff away so I nonchalantly quipped. “I’ve got to run a quick errand. You’ll find it very interesting. I’ll tell you later. Bye.” “Bye, don’t take long. Send me a text when you are done. We still need to decide where to go for dinner.” I grabbed the DVD on my way out and headed straight over to Jesse. As I got to the patio I noticed that it was quite dark inside, and the door was half open. I went inside and it took a few moments to get accustomed to the gloom. As I entered the living room I was stunned to see that Jesse was not alone. He was sitting on the couch with Paul enthusiastically riding his bare seven inches. I froze. Before I could start to apologize for bursting in their privacy Jesse spoke. “Brandon. Don’t be shy.” I did not move but watched with a rapidly hardening cock as the monogamous condom couple were letting me watch their bareback fucking. Jesse turned on the reading lamp and indicated that I should come closer “Come and get a good look of raw meat sliding in his hole.” I was now getting really hard from the wet sound of their fucking and Paul’s ass slapping against Jesse’s thighs. Paul turned his head towards me. “Like what you see? You know you want to join us. Maybe you should ask Ben too!” He climbed off Jesse’s cock and sat down alongside him. “Yeah, maybe you should.” Jesse joined in. “After all he barebacked my cheating boyfriend and now I want to know what it feels like.” I took my phone out of my pocket and started texting Ben. “Ben. NOW! Jesse and Paul’s, use the patio door. There is something hot you have to see right now!” I got a response in seconds. “Be right over.” As I started to strip I asked them the obvious question. “Guys, what made you change your minds about threesomes and barebacking?” They were silent for a moment. Jesse was the first to speak. “I’m poz, and I was poz when Paul and I met. That’s why we always used condoms, and also why our sex life had issues. We never really felt we could let go and enjoy ourselves fully. When I got back this morning Paul was still out and I found the second DVD that he had borrowed, ‘Bareback Cheating Boyfriends: Risk Takers’, with another post it note from Ben on it.” OK, that explained why I could not find it the other afternoon. “The note says scene two is really hot and that I hope it gives you some ideas. I was curious and watched it. I guess you know the movie, it’s the scene where the cheating boyfriend meets up with the couple in the men’s room. Where he gets fucked first by the guy with the biohazard tattoo then the guy with the scorpion, and takes their loads internally. And the scene ends with their loads leaking out of his abused ass. It took me a moment to process. Ben’s note was basically telling Paul to cheat on me with poz guys.” “I was sitting there jerking off to the movie and I did not realize that Paul had walked in and was standing behind me watching me. I heard him say “Oh FUCK!” and we had a very awkward few seconds before the shouting and the tears started.” Jesse stopped and looked at Paul, who took up the story. “Jesse shouted at me and accused me of sleeping with Ben, and probably bareback too, regardless of the risks. Especially because the very unsafe theme of the movie. So I countered that yes, both Ben and you had fucked me bareback on separate occasions and that I had taken your loads, and both times were the best sex I’d ever had.” Paul looked at me and grinned and I could see that he was starting to get hard again. Now Jesse continued the tale. “I asked him if he had asked for condoms and you both had refused and he went along with it anyway. Then I asked him if he had asked either of you about your status before you fucked and he said no.” Jesse paused and Paul took over “And then I told him I didn’t care if you guys were poz because I was now ready for his poz load. And I suggested you guys come over to witness me taking it.” Jesse grinned. “Then I told Paul: I guess that means your status is ‘unknown’ but now a known poz guy is going to fuck you and leave his load in your gut. And I threw him onto the couch and basically raped him. And he loved it. Loved taking a load from a poz guy. But I’m undetectable so his little game of roulette will probably only succeed with some other guy.” I looked at them both with a grin. “Let’s play roulette then. Once Ben gets here we can take turns in loading Paul’s ass. I hope it already has a load in it.” They both nodded in confirmation. I was already turned on by the thought of a raw foursome with them, but even more so with the thought that Ben’s and then my cum were the first poz loads he had taken. I looked at Paul. “Since you didn’t ask, I am going to tell you that I know my status, and have for a while. You can guess what it is. Ben doesn’t know his yet, but I’m sure it’s the same as mine. But don’t say anything to him. I’ll let him find out later. It’s more fun for him to fuck around giving and taking loads in ignorance. So it really is roulette you are playing!” I could see a flash of concern on Paul’s face. He probably had not really thought about it before but now he was going to get loads from known poz guys. Jesse helped him out. “Just go for it, you know you want it! Then you’ll be free to take loads from anyone without fear.” We didn’t wait for Ben. I moved between them on the couch and immediately started working on Jesse’s cock, savoring the taste of his cum and Paul’s ass on it. I was on my hands and knees so Paul started working my hole with his tongue. That is the sight that greeted Ben as he walked in the door. “What the fuck! Jesse! I thought you were a sanctimonious bitch who hated threesomes?” Jesse was the only one whose mouth was not occupied so he answered. “Remember those DVDs you lent Paul, well I found them and confronted him about them. He admitted that both of you had fucked him bare and cum inside.” Ben looked at me. “Brandon, you never told me about Paul.” I stopped sucking for a moment to respond. “Ditto. Then Jesse came to talk to me about what he suspected and we ended up fucking raw. So get to it. You and Jesse have some catching up to do as everyone else has fucked each other already. But save your load for Paul.” When I said that I couldn’t help but notice the sly grin on Jesse’s face. I had got Jesse’s dick nice and slick with spit and I knew that Ben would have no trouble taking it. “Sit on Jesse!” I commanded. I sat back on the couch alongside Jesse and spat on my dick to lube it up. Paul knew what to do and sat on my dick. His hole was well fucked and pre-lubed with Jesse’s cum so my cock slid all the way up without any effort. We were sitting side-by-side with Ben and Paul riding our dicks. I looked at Jesse. “Jesse, I’m fucking your cheating slut boyfriend’s cummy hole and it feels really good. You like Ben’s hole?” “Fuck yeah. I love putting my raw dick in a well-used cheating slut-hole. I’m going to load him up.” “No cum wasted, ever.” Jesse chuckled when I said that. “Yeah, and make sure you breed Paul. Fill him with enough cum so that he gets pregnant.” It did not take long before both Jesse and I were ready. “Fuck yeah. I’m cumming. Breeding your ass.” We were all glistening with sweat by this time and I wondered if Paul and Jesse ever did watersports together or that was another thing that they didn’t share (yet?) Paul and Ben lifted themselves off our cocks simultaneously and Ben was the first to speak. “Paul, they called us cheaters!” “Yeah, and they also fucked behind OUR backs. I think it’s our turn to fuck.” They wasted no time, pulling us down on the coach so that our asses were over the edge and lining their leaking cocks against our holes. Paul was going to fuck me for the second time but it was going to be a first for Ben and Jesse. It was incredible to be lying alongside the adorable Jesse deep kissing him while his boyfriend was pounding my ass and my husband was ramming his. Quite a change of events, from monogamous safe sex queens to bareback cum whores. If Paul had impressed me with how well he fucked for a bottom the last time, this time he excelled. The sight and sounds of Ben fucking his boyfriend was a total turn on for him and he fucked me like a champ, all the while commenting on the action. “Yeah Ben, fuck my slutty boyfriend why I fuck your cheating husband. Ever since I met Jesse he has wanted to take loads from other guys that the true cum hound that he is. His poz ass needs loads.” Ben was thrusting with great enthusiasm and I knew from experience that he was close. I had to remind him where his seed needed to go. “Ben, save your load for Paul.” I was too late. I heard him grunt as he started spewing his load deep into Jesse’s poz cunt. For Paul, seeing his boyfriend getting bred, it was the trigger to breed me. If I thought he had shot a massive load the last time, this time exceeded all expectations. As much as Jesse and I enjoyed getting a load each, I could see that he was disappointed that Paul did not get his third charged load of the day from Ben. Since we were all still very much turned on by the whole experience, Jesse looked at me with an evil grin. “Brandon, since you and I have each had a chance to recover, how about we take turns fucking Paul and see it we can give him another load each. Then Ben can fuck him again. Paul needed no encouragement and went down on his hands and knees so that I could move in behind him and slide my cock into his well fucked hole. Ben moved in alongside him and Jesse and I started fucking them. We would do ten or fifteen thrusts then we would swap, me fucking Ben and Jesse fucking Paul. I was starting to get close while fucking Ben and I could sense Jesse was as well. As he started unloading in Paul for the second time of the day I felt my cum boiling in my balls and I slid out of Ben. Paul squirted four of five times into Paul’s greedy chute and then with one slick move he slid out to be replaced by my cock and with one stroke I started firing my load. All the time I had been fucking Ben he had been edging himself and was ready to replace me after my last shot. We repeated the move and then it was Ben’s turn to load up Paul. It is almost as if Paul got twenty squirts of toxic cum in one slick fuck. As we started to clean up and get dressed Jesse pulled out a butt plug that he had hidden in the cushions of the couch and shoved into Paul’s hole. “We’ve got to make sure you keep all that good cum in there as long as it is necessary.” Jesse and I gave each other a knowing smile as he said that. We sat around for a while after that and had a few beers. Paul declared that after that afternoon he had two resolutions: One: Never to fuck with condoms again, and two: To get as much cum in his cunt as possible. We promised them that we would introduce them to some of our friends.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Gangbanged by a high school / college lacrosse team. Me, their bitch for the weekend. Sigh.

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

All I can say is "Wow!" and "Fuck, I wish I was the lucky bottom getting that kind of treatment!"

There is a mysterious beauty that black guys have. Their cocks are hypnotic and their magnetism raw and primal. The best sex I have had has been with black guys: from my black fb who used to fuck me with his married friend or the other black breeder who would multiple dump in my hungry cunt.

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.

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.

Love it! Had a few small experiences where the guy did it, but I don't think they pissed much. Then my husband did it...full load of piss all the way up my ass after he'd been fucking me for a while. After he'd drained it, he proceeded to continue fucking me. In pretty short order, that piss started working its way down until it just started erupting from my ass. He's pounding my ass doggy style & with every pump, more & more piss is just spraying out of my ass. I started to pull away which instantly told him what to do...He punches me in the middle of the back, knocking the wind out of me. I'd been holding myself up with my arms but just collapsed. My ass was still in the air...sorta. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with one hand, grabbed my waist with another & held me in place while he continued to pound my ass. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced...It wasn't exactly painful, but definitely overwhelming. I'm a pretty solid power bottom, I like it to hurt a bit, I get off on tops that enjoy making a bottom suffer, but this..... I had tears streaming down my face as he kept a hold of me, pumping my ass...just feeding off my whimpers & whines until finally I could hear & feel him getting close. Those last few seconds as his screams started to build felt like an eternity but eventually I felt his warm, thick jizz start to flood my ass & I knew it was over. He made me turn around & suck his dick afterwards. I was rock hard...& he saw it. After I'd cleaned his dick, he made me stand up. He got on his knees & sucked my dick until I shot my load into the back of his throat. It didn't take long That whole session blurs my memory but I'm pretty sure I was horny as fuck & made him pound my ass again after we slept for a few hours

Part 5 We relaxed on my bed. None of us able to sleep being wired from the T and generally being sexually charged. 18 year boy's are always horny, especially after their true desires have been awakened. I spent the rest of the night keeping them on edge but unable to get hard because of the chastity cages. All their sexual lust was focused on their still dripping holes. I would take turns dildoing their cunts, working them deep, then pulling it out, feeding them each others ass juices. After a while I had to piss, as I'm sure the boy's did too as I made them drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. I guided them into my shower and pushed them to their knees. Placing my cock in Brodi's eager mouth, I started to piss. Without even being instructed, he instinctively swallowed down my Tina urine. I eased my flow out so he wouldn't choke too much. After he gulped down a few good swallows, I pulled out and gave my cock to Benji. He eagerly engulphed my dick and swallowed down the rest of what I had in me. When I was empty I took my foot and pushed Brodi down onto the floor and leaned into Benji and said, "piss on your brother! Do it! He's a fucking pig! Show him whose boss!" Benji let loose with a groan, showering his brother with his piss. Brodi just took it, rubbing it all overhimself, opening his mouth wide to drink what he could. "Look at you pig!" I said to him. "Yea, wallow in your brothers piss. That's what you are now boy, a dirty little piggy!" Brodi let loose with his own flow, further soaking himself. When the boy's were empty I took them back to the bed without rinsing off. Nothing like the smell of a teenage pig, one that reeked of cum, sweat, and piss. I was so turned on I just had to fuck Brodi again. I pushed him on his back and grabbed his legs, ramming my hard cock into him as deep and hard as I could. His new found pussy sucked my cock right into him. I pulled Benji onto Brodi's mouth so he could eat out his brother as he got fucked. Benji and I made out as we used his brother for our pleasure, sqeezing and pulling his tender, pink nipples, making him grunt and oink like a true pig boy. I pounded his ass for almost half an hour before I finally shot another load deep into my new cumdump. I pulled out of him, exhausted, falling back onto the bed. The boy's simultaneously like my cock clean, then snuggled up next to me. We just rested for the rest of the night, saving our energy for what would happen tomorrow.

Part 2 Luckily my fall was broken by a bunch of black trash bags, but as I struggled to get to my feet (and make a run for it before this guy who looked like an escaped con, ex-con, or would-be con, kills me) I could feel the nylon track pants sticking to my cummy ass. There must be a big wet spot there by now. And Mr.Mean noticed. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said, sounding both playful and malicious at the same time. Fuck, I’m going to get bashed! Well, not if I can help it. I scrambled and made a dash back in the direction I’d come from. I could hear his large frame making tracks behind me, and his long strides gave him a distinct advantage. I was just about to turn a corner when he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. “Try running again and you’ll regret it,” he hissed, really close to my face. His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. He grabbed me by the upper arm and started dragging me back to where I’d run into him. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, struggled against his firm grip. He kind of snickered, and then said, “You just assaulted me. I think that it’s time to return the favour. You see, I know a thing or two about assault.” This creep is going to use me for a punching bag! He knows a thing or two about assault -that’s probably what got him sent to the clink! We stopped basically back where we had started. I glanced up at the building. The sign said ‘Wholesale Produce’. Evidently he works there. He kicked the door open and dragged me inside. I kind of hoped there was a night staff on and they might call 9-1-1 and save me, but the place appeared deserted. He locked me in a dark little closet while I heard him moving around outside, rummaging, shuffling. I’m not sure what he had planned. After an eternity, the door flew open and he dragged me out and over to an alcove area. All of the movement I had heard was him constructing a sort of makeshift bed, several thick blankets topped with a thick clear plastic sheet. He threw me down in the middle of it. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t know if he was going to pull a gun on me or what, so I did as I was told. Sitting there naked, I could feel my butt hole quiver -was this fright, or just a natural reaction to my wet ass feeling all slippery on the plastic? He knelt down on the edge of the plastic and sneered at me. “Now I want you to push out all of that cum from you ass, you filthy pig. Make a nice big puddle there on the plastic.” Okay, now I was confused and really had no clue what was going on. But again I just did what I was told. I flexed my ass muscles and squirted every drop of that other stud’s load. Seeing it pool underneath me was insane. I couldn’t believe that so much cum came out of one man. And I also noticed several streaks of blood in there which wasn't really a surprise given what he'd done to my ass with that big club of his. Looking at it also made my dick stand up rock hard. It was involuntary, but I could smell the cum, too. What pig worth his salt wouldn’t have the same reaction? Mr. Mean chuckled, but it didn’t sound like a friendly chuckle. “Look at that little dick of yours bobbing around there. What a fucking little pig.” He reached out and slapped my left cheek. Surely not as hard as it could have been, but hard enough to sting. I hoped he was just trying to get my attention -which he had. “Now I want you to get on your fucking knees like a pig and lick all of that cum up,” he ordered. Suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore. Just incredibly aroused. I got on all 4’s and started licking. And slurping. “Slow down, you greedy fucking pig. Take your time or else,” he warned. I slowed down and focused on the texture and taste of the massive cum load. If this was to be my last meal, then I’d be very happy with that. As I licked, I stole glances at him. He’d gotten to his feet and began taking his clothes off. He was probably as tall as the man earlier, but not as bulky. Built very solid, but leaner. And apparently he was enjoying watching me eat the cum because when he removed his jeans a big dick swung out and waved around in front of him like a divining rod. Evidently it wasn’t water it was seeking out. He walked around me on the plastic sheet and I could feel him kneel down behind me. “Now that all of that cum is out of your hole, I can fuck you really good. I don’t want you too slick in there. I want you to feel everything I've got.” The cum would have been very welcome given that his dick was quite big, though not as large as the last man’s was. But a good 10 inches and thick. He wedged the head in my hole, then popped it out. He did that a few times, enjoying the initial penetration of the head as much as I was enjoying it. Over and over, and I began to moan and really get into it. I finished up the last of the cum. He pulled his dick out once again, and then jammed the entire thing full length into me. At least he wasn’t clamping his hand over my mouth like the last guy, and I let out a scream. Despite my butt being busted earlier, I was still sore from the intense pounding. That cum really would have come in handy. It didn’t take as long for me to get used to this big dick, though, and I was soon enjoying every long stroke of this big shaft, balls deep into my ass every time. And I was slamming my ass back to meet him, which he seemed to like. His hands on my hips pulled me down hard onto him, he growled and I could feel him blast my ass full of his hot sticky cum. He held me there while his balls emptied their entire load into me. When he was done, I let his dick slip out of me and he sat back onto his heels. I looked back over my shoulder, not ever sure if he would allow me to move. He was grinning which made him much more attractive, or maybe it was just because he’d just fucked me. “Well, that was a real breeding, and now you’re a real pig,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind poz cum, because I haven’t been on any meds in years,” he added, wearing a big smile. He seemed awfully proud of himself. Fuck, what are the odds of two poz guys breeding me in one night? My heart was pounding and I was filled with those mixed emotions again. On the one hand my whole body was tingling, and I loved feeling like a true fuck pig. On the other . . . more toxic cum in me? Seriously? I did not go looking for it, but it seems to keep finding me. I let out an involuntary laugh and he gave me a questioning look. “What the fuck is so funny about that?” I crawled around and sat back onto my heels facing him. “When I ran into you, a guy had just raped my ass and told me ‘Welcome to the club’. “ “So, what, you thought you’d run home and douche his poz cum out of you and it would all be fine?” he snickered. “It doesn’t work that way.” “No, I was running home to stick a butt plug up my ass and jack off,” I told him. I started to get up, figuring he’d gotten off, and we’re done. But he pounced on me, straddling my waist to pin me down to the plastic mattress. He leaned over me, stretching above my head to reach for his jeans. He pulled his cell phone out and hit a couple of buttons. Looking down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, “You’re gonna fucking love this.” Part 3 if you want it.

Part 4 The doorbell rang and I went to answer leaving the twins on the couch. They were totally lost in each other, making out, feeling each others hot bodies. I don't even think they noticed when I returned with my best friend Joe. Joe was a sexy dude, 40, blond and blue eyes, just a little shorter than me with a swimmers build, and a nice 7 inch cock. He was my partner in crime when we'd to out. Our goal was usually to pick up some young twink and fuck the shit out of him together. And we usually succeded. But even he wasn't prepared for the hot site of the twins together on the couch. "Fuck dude!" He said, I can't believe you did it!" "Never underestimate the power of ole T!" I laughed. "They're ready to be slammed my friend, in more ways than one!" Joe laughed as he stripped naked while I retrieved the rigs. Brodi looked up at him with a glazed horny look and asked, "whose that?" "My best friend," I answered. "Don't you worry. You boys are in for the time of your life tonight." I told Joe a group of our friends were coming over soon, so lets get them ready. I handed him one rig and we approached the boys. Pulling them apart,we sat next to them on the couch. "I've got a special treat for you guys, this is another way to enjoy what you smoked earlier. And it's going to make you feel real good." The twins didn't say a word as we each took an arm and banded it. We swabbed and inserted the needles, getting a flash, then pushed the plunger. Then we released the band's. Like the mirrors they were, both boys went ridged and coughed hard a few times, then both melted into the couch. "Which one do you want first?" I asked Joe. He just grabbed Brodi and placed him on the floor on his hands and knees. He grabbed the plug and yanked it out, eliciting a low moan from the slut, then rammed his hard dick in the boy with no mercy. Brodi's head flew back in extasy as he cried out, "Oh yea man, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" I went to unlock the front door and left a sign telling my friends to just come on in, the twin cumdumps were waiting. After all I didn't want to be continually pulled away. I returned to see Brodi getting fucked with no mercy, and loving it. Benji sat there looking a little jealouse, but he'd get his turn. "Oh fuck!" cried Joe. "This is some amazing pussy! Best I've had in ages!" Brodi just grunted as he was deep dicked. I couldn't stand just watching so I grabbed Benji and did the same thing to him. Both boys were getting pounded as the guys started showing up. It didn't take long for things to get crazy. The twins were fucked in every conceivable position non stop. Dicks were in their asses and mouths, pounding them and breeding them. They just begged for it. Begged for more cock and more cum. They were insatiable little fuckboys. The guys especially loved it when the twins would make out with each other as their pussies were stuffed with cock. I even had the pleasure of giving Brodi his first double fuck as Joe and I slid our cocks into his sloppy, cum filled cunt. He just bounced on us, his eyes glazed and half closed, his head flopping around, while he begged for more. It felt so good to seed him with my best friend at the same time, two cocks filling him deep. His brother was getting double fucked at the same time by two other guys. When they had dumped their loads in Benji, I grabbed Brodi and shoved his face into his brothers gaping wet hole. "Eat that ass!" I commanded him. " Suck out all that cum! You like that, don't you slut? You like eating you brothers sloppy cunt?" Brodi just moaned in lustfull agreement. I think he was my favourite of the two. Since he was the more dominant of the pair, I took extra pleasure in debasing him more. The Fuck fest continued till the wee hours of the morning, till noone had any cum left in them. It had all been deposited in the twins. It dripped out of their well used asses, and dried onto their faces and chests. But their cocks were still hard. I told Benji to Fuck his brother for the guests, Fuck him like the Slut he now was. Benji grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Grabbing his legs, he rammed his hard cock into his brothers cum filled hole. "Take it faggot! Take my cock!" Benji shouted. "Whose the boss now, bitch? Your bro is fucking you like a whore!" Brodi just moaned and beat his hard dick while he took his brothers abuse. Benji went ridged and dumped his load into Brodi as Brodi shot his own big load, hitting Benji in the face and chest. Without being told, he licked all of his cum off his brother, then cleaned Benji's cock when he pulled out of his cumhole. After the guests left, I sat on the couch and held the boys. "I'm proud of you boys. You were a big hit tonight! You are now officially my fuckboys. And I have more to teach you. We're going to have a great summer!" As they drifted in their post sex haze, I attached chastity cages to their cocks, so they wouldn't be able to fuck without me around. Gotta keep an eye on my boys!

Part 2 Logan woke up without a clue where he was. He could tell he was naked and tied up. As he laid there be hard voices but couldn't make out what was being said. Actually what he heard was Spanish. Logan called out wanting to know where he was, where his father was when this guys walked into the room where he was being kept. Logan looked up at the figure, he had to be over 6 feet tall, muscular build with call features. Logan was only 5 foot, 8 inches, with a slim build that he was trying to build muscle into, with no success. The guy looked down at him letting him know exactly why he was know their property. Logan was shocked at what his fatter had done to him and he now knew that he was their to work off his father's debt, he had no clue how he was going to do that until they were joined by someone this guy called 'the chemist'. While 'the chemist' was working the man standing over him told him that he was going to be trained to serve and please their clients, and if he didn't want to get hurt he do as he was told. While listening to the man, Logan felt something being placed tightly on his upper arm as the man told him the details of his training. The man told Logan that he was going to learn to suck cock, swallow cum and learn to get fucked. As Logan began to protest that he wasn't gay he felt a pinch as the needle of his first slam was betting administered. He looked over to 'the chemist' as the tight band on his arm was pulled off. He felt the warmth rush up his arm and into his chest. He felt like he couldn't breath as he began to cough hard. He felt his heart beat fast as he was released from being tied up. All he could do was say, "OH FUCK!" as 'the chemist' left the room being told that he would be needed again in a couple hours. As Logan laid there riding his rush the man removed his shirt and dropped his pants revealing a good size, uncut cock. Logan felt strange, it was feeling he had felt before with his girlfriend, a horniness that he couldn't fight. The man placed his hand I the back if Logan's head guiding him to his growing cock. Logan tried to resist but with the drugs clouding his mind he could not resists as the cock came closer to his mouth. Logan shook his head no, but when the cock reached his lips he opened his mouth letting it slid across his tongue. The man coached Logan giving him tips that helped him become a cock sucker. Logan could taste the man's precum as it coated his tongue. As Logan tasted the man's precum he thought he'd be disgusted at what he was doing, but he felt good and was starting to enjoy sucking cock. The fact of tbs situation was that the drugs had him leaning to enjoy sucking cock. With the drugs and the man's coaching Logan was taking the cock without gagging. The man knew this boy could bring them some good cash as he got closer to giving Logan his first taste of a man's cum. The man made sure to have a good grip on the back if Logan's head as the 17 year old was enjoying giving his first blow job. The man let Logan know that he needed to swallow his load that he was about to feed him as he grunted. Logan felt the man's cock pulse in his mouth as he began to feel his mouth filing with cum. Logan looked up at the man as he slurped down the cum being deposited I his mouth.

While I have a fair amount of experience at the baths I am still relatively new to barebacking. I am looking for advice in effectively advertising my availability. I always get a room even though I like to play publicly. But getting more into bottoming, I prefer a bed, and like having my lube and poppers handy. Lately I have taken to lying face down on the bed in my room with the door open facing away from the door, ass lubed and poppers at the ready. Before I started barebacking I would also have been afraid that guys would have taken this as an invitation to bareback. Now I am encouraging that, But there are a number of variables of presentation that I would be interested in gettng feedback on. What do tops like? Lighting. How much do you want to see the goods vs "mood" lighting? We are talking about baths so the range only varies from very dim to subdued. It seems to me that I get better results with dimmer lighting. Face visible/ eyes open or turned away and closed. Really a number of variables here, but do tops want to see my face/ make eye contact? I normally face away because it seems as though a lot of guys will take a longer look if they don't think you are simultaneously sizing them up. There also seemto be a lot of guys who get off on the idea of sneaking up on a "sleeping" bottom and exploring his ass. How much of a thing is this and how do I encourage guys without breaking the fantasy and scaring them off by being awake? I am in relatively decent shape and facially appear to be considered good looking, so in general letting guys have a good look at me is to my advantage, but if I sit upright on the bed I inevitably encourage more approaches from fellow bottoms and eye contact seems to scare off a number of tops who get off on "taking advantage" of a passive vulnerable bottom, or even just getting a good long look without the pressure of expectations. Last. is there any way that I can telegraph that I want it bare? I make sure that it is very obvious that there is lube on the bed side table but no condoms.