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A guy I fucked 3 weeks ago has been very sick this week. I think I might be a new daddy!

They say one in every seven gays in London are HIV positive. I wanted to test this out, so I went to my local sauna at the most popular time at the weekend. Once there, I headed directly for the darkroom and positioned myself so everyone there would know I was up for a fuck. Kneeling on the bench, I placed my arse so that it could easily be entered by anyone there who wanted to. It didn't take long for the first obliging cock to enter me bare. He kept up a good pace, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside me as he unloaded his cock straight into me. Load one. Another guy in the darkroom took over from the first man and shoved his cock in, assisted by the first guy's lubrication. This guy was quite old and not well endowed, but he fitted the bill: he was reading, willing and able to fuck me raw. Although he took some time, accompanied by much grunting, he eventually spunked his cum right up me. Load two. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him had left the room empty of other donors. I had to wait a good time before my third load. A young guy with a decent sized cock came in and I happily sucked his dick to its full length. But whilst I was doing this, another guy entered the room and as I was pointing my arse outwards, he took it as fair game for him to stick his bare cock in. He fucked me really well and hit just the right point. He had me pouring a string of precum out of my dick whilst he pounded my hole. Soon, he was jerking his jizz right up in glorious spurts. Load three. I then turned my attention to the guy I'd been sucking off whilst being pounded. At first he seemed reluctant to fuck my arse as I moved round to position myself over his beautifully erect cock, but with some gentle persuasion I was able to lower myself onto his cock. Now I was in control and able to set the pace of the action. I played with his dick, moving my arse around to feel his cock inside me. I slowly increased the pace until I was bouncing up and down on his dick fast. This proved the trick and he unloaded deep within me. Load four. My next bare encounter was with an extremely well-endowed black guy who I could accommodate only with difficulty. Fortunately the loads I had taken earlier, combined with persistence on his part and copious hits of poppers on my part, finally saw him fully push his whole nine inches into my arse, whereupon he promptly adopted a good, pounding rhythm, in which he would withdraw almost the entire way out of my body, only to plunge back in in one powerful thrust. This continued until he abruptly plunged back in, mid-withdraw, not stopping until he was balls-deep. Once he had achieved maximum depth, I felt the sensation of his cock throbbing which I interpreted as the telltale sign he had left his deposit up me. Load five. The last two loads were in quick succession. One of the guys who'd been watching the large black cock pumping up me, immediately took over and thrust his somewhat smaller cock inside. He carried on thrusting away until his progress stopped and a large groan from him indicated he's just shot inside me. Load six. My final breeding was immediately after the sixth donor. I sucked the man to full erection and then turned round to receive his impressive manhood. He easily pushed it up me with a great squish with all the spunk now filling my well-bred ass. With great thrusts he hammered away for some time sliding in and out of me bare. I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt him tense up and his cock started twitching inside me. Load seven. Over a couple of hours I received seven loads, in all probability at least one of them was poz. As the cum from seven different men gushed out of my arse, I wondered which load was poz.

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990 I grew up knowing very little about the world. I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom. It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals. No danger. No trouble. As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city. If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs. Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough. I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine. My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room. The one we looked at first was called 'Club'. It contained photographs of both women and men. Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks. These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches. After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure." It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities. I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold. I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find. However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes. Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'. As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D. "No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew. I showed him my I.D. and he went away. I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags. My God! They made magazines with just photos of men! I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little. All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me. And no facial hair at all. As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me. I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't. It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes. I knew he was friendly. "Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here." "My first time. I'm - I'm just looking around." "There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there." Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. "Want to go get a beer with me?" "I'm only 18. I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.) "It's okay. We'll go to 'Lou's'. I know the owner. He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything. It's not far. I'll drive." So I guess I was going. I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove. I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes. Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "I'm Wally. Nice to meet you." Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us. I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers. So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully. Yeah. I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger. Caution seemed a prudent idea. While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look. He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry. Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve. I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. We had a normal conversation. He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery. He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser. He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. "I'm just a kid with a crappy car. I don't think I could race anybody." "Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means. You're a bit green, aren't you?" Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room. En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou. No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me. He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down. "You're under aged, right?" "Yeah, but not by much." "Well, you landed a good guy. He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen. Wait until to you see him naked! Are you going with him?" "No. No. We just met!" "That's probably best. He's got the recipe." "Recipe?" "He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV." Just then Dan came back to our table. The expression on his face had changed. "Hi, Grimley. What's up with you?" "Same old thing. I'm going to 'Fantasy' later. Will I see you two there?" "No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument. Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table. "He's a useless little barfly. What did he say to you, Wally?" "Not much." "He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors. I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night." Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'. It's cinnamon schnapps. I drink it to celebrate. Drink it fast." I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. "Grimley did say one thing, Dan. He said you had HIV." "Does that bother you?" I thought for a quick second. "No. You're my friend." "That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp. "I think I'm drunk, Dan." "OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit". He downed his beer and led me out into the night. I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house. It smelled like lavender air freshener inside. Nice. He led me to the couch where we started kissing. I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural. We were fully-clothed except for our shoes. Our embrace got seriously passionate. True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life. He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory. My God. He was perfect. He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing. His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy. His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed. He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip. I did without thinking. "God, you're so young, Wally. I hate to do this, but I need to. I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out. Just lay back. And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me. We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine. He was insistent on getting me spread wider. And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger. I yelped. "Shhh. It gets easier from here on out." I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole. It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so. I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me. Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college. I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

This evening I got a KIK message from the black trucker. "Hey Fag. Your holes need some black dick in them again? I just pulled in for the night. I could use your mouth and pussy to service me." I had previously douched for a guy that flaked out on me. So, I was ready to go. I told him I could be there in 20 minutes. I gave myself another quick douche to make sure I was clear to take his huge black cock. Then jumped in the car and drove to the truck stop. As I was driving I got a kik message from him telling me where he was parked. And that the passenger door was unlocked. Just climb up. I found his rig and parked. His cab lights were dark, with the exception of a very dim light coming from the slit in the curtains that were pulled between the cab and the sleeper. I climbed up into his cab and pulled the door closed behind me and locked it. "Unlock the door, Bitch! I got a bud comin over to use your holes. You're a whore. So, I'm whoring your pussy out to a buddy. But get on this dick first, faggot." I climbed back through the curtains and found him completely naked, laying on the sleeper bed. I quickly undressed and tossed my clothes into the corner. Once naked, I climbed up on the sleeper and crawled between his legs. I took his soft black dick in my mouth and began to suck on his foreskin. I sucked and gently chewed on his forskin. Flicking my tongue across it as it began to swell in my mouth. As his cock hardened, I slid my tongue up into his puckered foreskin and twirled my tongue around his swelling cockhead. Once his cock was fully hard, my lips pushed his foreskin over his cockhead and I began to suck further down his shaft. I sucked, licked and worshiped his cock as it was reaching it's full 9" inches. I licked down his cockshaft, then began to suck and lick his massive balls. He lifted his legs to his chest. "Eat my ass, fag!" I licked down under his balls and finally down to his asshole. My tongue explored his hole as he spread his asscheeks to give me more access to his hole. I'm licking and eating his hole as I hear the door to his cab opening. Someone's climbing in and I hear the door slam shut. The curtain's part and in the dim light I can see the figure of a guy coming back into the sleeper cab. I'm trying to see who it is that's come in. But my face is deeply buried between this black truckers ass and I can only make out that someone is removing his clothes as I continue to eat and lick the hot, black hole. Finally, I come up for air and take a look at the new arrival. He's a white guy. About 6' feet tall. Thin build. Long, straggly, grey hair to his shoulders. A short grey beard. And it looks like his smooth chest and arms are covered in tattoos. As I reach down to my pants that are laying on the floor to pull my poppers and lube from my pants pockets, the newcomer steps up to me and puts his semi hard cock up to my face. "Suck his dick, fag", my trucker buddy commands. The white guy puts his cock to my lips and I begin to suck it. I hadn't really seen his cock until it was in my face, since the light was so dim. Holy Shit! Even soft, his cock was quite a monster. Even bigger than the black trucker. The white guys cock doesn't seem to grow as I suck it. I suck and suck, but even after a couple of minutes of sucking, there's no growth. "Not sure this is gonna work, Damon? I told ya' that few guys have got me hard", the white guy said. So, the black trucker's name was Damon. We'd not gotten to the name stage with each other. I scoot over to Damon and take his still hard cock back into my mouth and suck him. I suck for just a few moments, then Damon say's "Eat my buddies ass, fag. That will get him hard". His white buddy turns and bends forward. I crawl over to his ass and spread his asscheeks. It smells a bit funky, but I'm turned on and want to get this new guy hard. I begin to lick and lap my tongue on his asshole. I hear a soft moan as I lick his hole. It's an awkward angle, but I'm able to get my tongue up into his hole a bit. As I'm licking his ass, I reach between his legs and take hold of his cock. It has swelled a bit. That encourages me to get my tongue deeper up into his str8 asshole. Finally, I climb down onto the floor and ask the white guy to bend over onto the bed. I again begin to eat this str8 trucker's ass. Then he turns around and, sure enough, his cock has hardened. He's easily at least 9" or 9 1/2" inches and much thicker than Damon. He's got a very impressive piece of meat. I wrap my lips around it and take as much as I can down my throat. "How is it, Bill", Damon asks? "You're right. He's got a nice mouth on him", Bill replies. "Kneel on the bed, fag", Damon barks. "He's ready for my dick in his pussy". I climb up on the bed. I've still got my poppers and lube in my fist. I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and lube up my asshole. Then I lift the bottle of lube. Damon takes the lube from my hand and begins to lube up his bbc. I'm sniffing poppers as I position myself on the edge of the cabs bed. Damon lubes up his cock and then hands the lube to Bill. "Lube up, buddy. It's time to show this faggot how real men fuck". The black trucker steps up to my ass and pours a bit more lube onto my hole and pushes it in. He slaps his cock against my hole a few times. Then he lines up his dick and slides up into me. He has no concern as to whether it's hurting me or not. He just keeps pushing as it slides up into me. I'm sniffing poppers like crazy. Because it is hurting. But, I know it will do no good to ask him to slow down. So, I just grit my teeth, groan a bit and sniff poppers. Thankfully, it only takes a few minutes before the pain goes away. And it begins to feel good. He's really slamming into me. His body is slamming against me, making a slapping sound as he pounds my hole. Then all of a sudden, he pulls his bbc from my ass with a "plop". "Try this ass, buddy. Tell me what you think?" Damon says. Bill steps up behind me. Thankfully, he's lubed his cock, because he also begins to quickly slide into me. Showing no mercy as his large, thick, white monster cock slides up into me. I'm again sniffing deeply on the poppers as he fills my hole with his huge cock. "FUCK! This feels nice", Bill says. "Fuck Yeah! I can fuck this ass". BIll's now slowly pulling from me, then slamming back up into me. Then he'd pull out and slam back in. He's going all the way out of me, then all the way back into me, balls deep with each thrust. It's driving me wild. He' fucking me slow, but steady and it feels awesome. "Fuck me, Bill. Fuck my hole, buddy. My pussy is yours. Pound me" Bill seems to like the encouragement. He's grabbed me around the waist and begins to ram it into me. He's fucks me hard and deep for about 5 minutes. Then lets out a load groan and begins to shake as his cock empties into my ass. I'm squeezing and milking his cock as he trembles. Finally he pulls from me and stumbles back against the side wall. Damon climbs off the bed and positions himself behind me. He puts his cock to my hole and rams up in me in one quick thrust. "Augh".........I moan as he slams in me. He immediately grabs my waist and begins to pump. He must have really been ready to fuck, because he only takes a few minutes of deep and intense fucking before he's growling and filling my ass with his load. The fucking is all over too soon. But, I dress and climb down from the cab knowing that I have two full loads of str8 cum inside me. I leave the truck stop and stop at one of the xxx bookstores on the way home. Took another load in my ass and one in my mouth in a video booth before finally heading home to wake up to wet, cummy sheets.

I just pumped the little gym slut full of a fresh load after I locked him in a new chastity cage. Then Gave him a pair of my boy's underwear to put on and wear as his cloths were in the washer. Now that he is locked in Chastity I told him he can go home today now that he is starting to feel better. How ever that cage stay's locked on until he goes for his next HIV test. He looked at me and said I am still sort of shocked that you guy's did this to me. I have no idea what to do or say who to tell or how to tell my boss. All I said is I am sure I can get your a job working with me or for me if you need a new job. Also told him he is more than welcome to move in how ever he will have rules to follow like my boy has. All he said is Thank You for the offer I will keep it in mind.

ugh i love when the jocks at the dorm parties see me. they know im gay and one or two always end up following me into the bathroom to try and dump a load. straight boys don't care about the hole as long as they dump a load

Wondering how many people who bareback or bug chase suffer from depression? I do, and my psychiatrist thinks this may be related. As in risk taking behavior/self destructive. Unrelated but interesting/hot, his husband barebacks behind his back....so there's that too. Ran into him in a bathhouse and had some fun.

Guys continually ask why married [straight] guys hook up with fags. After all, if they get it on with another guy are they really "straight"? I can give you five reasons: [1] their wives/girlfriends won't suck their cocks, [2] their wives/Girlfriends won't swallow their loads, [3] their wives/girlfriends won't suck their balls, [4] their wives/ girlfriends won't suck their tits, [5] their wives/girlfriends won't eat their asses. There you go: five things men love and the bitches won't give it to them.

When DADDY came home last night, he had this guy in tow. I'd never met him before. But within a minute of entering my bedroom, the stranger had already lost his Pants. DADDY told me he was on old friend of his, 100% trustworthy and that I should just do as I was told. I shouldn't have believed him... When I finally learned that the bigdicked, hirsute man was just a random guy DADDY had picked up at the bookstore, the stranger was already on the verge of blasting his second load of the night into my tight boyhole...

It wasn't a test for him, it was a certification. He knew the results. He sat there reminiscing about that night four months ago. The initial pain, and then intense pleasure had by all three of them would live in his mind forever. God damn they were hot! Daniel had connected over the internet with two rough biker guys, and had finally talked them into participating in his plan. He had invited them to the city, paid for their gas as well as a cheap hotel room. The visions of that night flashed in his mind, the night he gave into his dark side. "I wanna know the men who infect me, I wanna know my breeders" he told them. They agreed to perform the job and met him at the hotel. The encounter wasn't tender or romantic - it was rough and primal, filled with lots of grunting and moaning and completely filthy talk. Even Daniel found himself surprised by his own words, particularly when he begged the bikers to "Yes, yes give me your AIDs load, Daddy," adding "Knock me up good papa!" The bikers had introduced themselves as Jeff and Jim, but Daniel doubted the names they supplied were accurate, and the anonymity of the experience heightened the excitement. The bikers also got into the occasion, striving to satisfy Daniel's cravings by exclaiming "Sick lil' fucker! Lay there and get AIDs! Yeah you like these poz dicks up your lil fag twat!" One of the men went to far as to break into laughter as he shot his load into Daniel, labeling him "...another diseased cunt." The other guy was equally creative, exclaiming "Bang, you're dead now, motherfucker," as he blew his toxic cum into Daniel's ass. Daniel also remembered when the bikers spat on him and slapped him around. Laying on the bed on his stomach with his leg out to the side, he was bred hard as if his comfort didn't matter. Because it didn't. Sitting there remembering the night of his pozzing he was getting hard. Then two staff members walked into the waiting room, neither of whom Daniel knew, but he followed them into a private conference room where one of the two, a woman, as Daniel recalled, closed the door and explained "Your test is complete but I'm afraid we have some unfortunate results. You're HIV positive, Daniel, but not to worry," she added, "the diagnosis isn't bad as it was years ago, and we're here to help you." Daniel covered his mouth to mask his smirk. The woman mistook his gesture as indicating he was breaking down. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I really need to use the men's room," Daniel politely explained as he stepped through the door. As he left, Daniel thought "This is similar to my experience with Jeff and Jim. It's just like when, just before they left, they slipped me a heavy duty sleeping pill, leaving me to sleep through the entire night, naked, with a a plug up my cunt so their tainted seed would have time to incubate inside my ass." His wallet was empty, but that meant nothing to him. Stepping into the men's room, he could barely walk. Once there he removed the plug he had kept in his hole almost continuously for several weeks. He had been determined to make the most of his time with Jeff and Jim, and the presence of the plug kept his hole permanently dilated. Once he was behind the door of the restroom, he removed the plug, as he wanted to appreciate the work Jim and Jeff's cocks did on his rectum. The plug hit the floor with a thud. A large glob of cum oozed out of him. It must have been the load he took from a man he chanced to meet on the street, a load Daniel took while standing in a small, dirty alley, scarcely a block from the medical office where he had received the good news. Not wanting to waste the precious sperm, Daniel dropped to his knees and licked up the load, and then reinserting the plug, Daniel fixed his clothing, and slipped out the emergency exit. He had no interest in hearing a lecture on being positive or on safe sex. He had more important things to do than waste his newly certified freedom on a lecture. As he walked around the corner he loaded the Uber app on his phone and got a lift. Then he sent a text to a friend saying "Hey, wanna fuck and take my load?" His friend responded quickly "Fuck yeah, I want your load. I haven't had it in months!" Daniel smiled thinking "Oh, the freedom!"

Had a great time at CumUnion last night. Played around with a bunch of guys, fucked and got fucked, loaded a muscle daddy's hole. Took a nap in my room then went out to wander. I ran into a friend/acquaintance that I've know for many years. We made out, stroked and sucked a little. He's always been a condom advocate. After a while I moved on. A half hour or so later I went into the video room and saw my friend fucking a bear on the platform in the middle of the room. I watched for a few minutes before realizing that my friend was fucking him raw! A little while later he pulled his bare cock out of the bear and left the room. I left and wandered as well. I ended up in the video room again wanking with a few other guys. My friend came into the room and sat next to me. I reached over and grabbed his cock as he grabbed mine, slicking each other with our lubed hands. I turned my head toward him and started making out. After a few minutes his cock had hardened and become so thick I could barely reach my fingers around it. I thought, "What the hell", stood up moved over and started to squat over his fat cock. He grabbed my hips and guided me down. Damn was that a fat cock. My insides screamed as I forced my hole down to the base. He groaned out, "Fuck yeah!" As I bottomed out. He started thrusting up as I rode his cock. After a while he asked if I wanted to move to the platform. We moved and he flipped me on my back, rendered my battered hole and started kissing me again. He picked up the pace and started slamming me hard as we both moaned. Eventually he said "I'm going to shoot!" I said "Breed me!" He said "Fuck yeah!" As he started shooting a huge load deep inside me. We continued making out as we came down from our lust high. Just before he pulled out he said, "I've wanted that for a long time". I said "Me too!" As he got up to leave I realized the room had filled up with guys wanking their cocks. One of them moved between my legs and squatted down while pushing my knees toward my chest again. It was the daddy bear I'd bred earlier. He let out a low groan as he descended toward my hole. He thrust his tongue into my cum filled hole and commenced licking and sucking until he had a mouthful of my friend's cum. He then moved up and started kissing me and pushing the load in my mouth. He pulled back and said, "Tasty", I said, "Fuck yeah". As we continued making out and swapping my friends load I felt his cock nudging my hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. He hadn't been very hard when I fucked him earlier s I didn't realize how huge his cock was. He was a little longer and even thicker than my friend. He eventually bottomed out and started gently thrusting into my used cumhole. He said, "I'm not going to last long". I said, "Do it!" He picked up the pace and pounded me for a few minutes then tensed up and bellowed as he unloaded. I screamed, "Fuck yeah!" Soon his dick softened and dropped out of my wrecked hole. I felt cum oozing out. I reached down and gathered up some of the ooze, brought it to my mouth Ate and sucked it from my fingers. I gathered up some more and fed it to Daddy. I said, "Tasty!", he said, "Fuck yeah!" Best CumUnion in a long time!

...sorry about that; Mr. Cold hands came by with a few buddies (don't fret, here in a bit is when I first meet him). Now where was I? oh yeah... * continued And while this new Big Cock Fucked my hole his two remaining friends got on either side of me , bent over the back of the couch in a similar fashion. The one on my left handed me a bowl and said, " lets get spun" Then the fella on my right repeated what his friend had said; as I added; "and fill me with lots of Cum!" "Here it is little Slut, have my 3 months of Spunk !!!" That got me going again; as I literally tried to fuck his legs off, he screamed like an Indian on the war path, and he pumped so much cum in my hole I felt, and sure I looked like a Cum Foutain! Blowing out huge clouds, being pumped over full with Cum; I did feel delicious. 'Lil Spun Cock Whore Exhibitionist Cum Slut Delicious When #2 pulled out, I could barley keep it in me as it ran down the insides of my thighs... I Love being a Wanton Cum Slut, just being used for my holes. Feels so right!!! Now this 3rd fella was just starring at my Cock Hole with Cum running out of me, his hand strangling a Giant Porn Quality Cock.... I said, "mount up hand, I don't want to be here sucking wind to long; Fuck me please...! He looked from my Twat and back up into my eyes several times; and finally muttered, "I don't know? I might cum too quick!" I had to giggle; "Babe I Love quickies, if you shoot to quick hell I'll let you Fuck me again; and again... You get the picture? I'm not sure what he said; he just mumbled something and got in behind me and went to work for a good four minutes! And then he started sounding like the Big Bad huff'n and puff''n like he was about get after those pigs in the story. ...when he started holler'n, "I'm shoot'n a buch more cum up in ya; do you want it all?" Well sir; that's when I put it down into low gear and worked back on his Cock like my life depended on it! * to be contiued

Thanks for the great review. A sexual athlete like me could ask for nothing better. I have to say my first CumUnion was utter bliss from start to finish. I drove down to Atlanta the afternoon of the event and checked into the Cheshire Inn, a nearby hotel with a rep for being gay cruising friendly. I got settled in, left the blinds open and stripped down to begin my preparations for the evening, must of which involved hosing out my horsehole so it was squeaky clean and ready for the kind of heavy use I enjoy. I also brought a couple of my oversize toys from bad-dragon along with me and enjoyed taking those for a little while. After that I dressed in short body hugging gym shorts and a t-back tank top and headed over to Manifest. I was among the first guys to check in and eagerly stripped down. I carried a bottle of lube with me for part of the night even though by an hour in a was cum filled enough to not need it. Within 10 minutes of entering the front door of Manifest I was already taking my first cock in the form a nicely hung black guy. His load started off my evening and from there I went out to explore the rest of the club and its corridors, slings and open mating areas. My first stop was up a set of stairs towards the back where a group of guys were already going at it. A thick cocked young latin guy who would later fuck me started out by letting me suck on his sizable manhood. Then as I stood up his fingers groped my fucked hole and he slid a finger in. Realizing the kind of hungry hole I had he quickly retracted the finer and then reinserted four. While that was stimulating my ecstasy overdrive a guy on the landing below (this area has three tiers above ground level) was sucking my fat meat and stroking it while my ass was being semifisted and then fucked. From there I wandered down and into the dark area, which, once you became accustomed to the semi darkness it was easy to make out bodies and such. A guy felt my body, then my cock and my hole. As soon as his hands felt the moisture of lube and cum around my open hole he immediately slid his own cock in and began to fuck me. This was followed by another and another and another. This kind of scenario repeated itself for a good while and I gained some more cum in my jock hole. There was a lull in the action so I decided to explore some more. It was here that I found the fuck bench. I love fuck benches even more than slings. Not only are they very comfortable for the bottom by it puts you in the kind of position an animal would be in on a breeding far when it got mated. I was on the fuck bench all of a minute before the first guys was inside me. The guys took turns and I sucked a couple of guys while others were plowing me. It was great to look up and see guys getting off watching the amount of use I was getting, though I was amazed at how my guys stayed mostly clothed throughout the night. I love a good audience like that. One couple tag teamed me for a bit and I enjoyed the long cock of one and the fat cock of another. During this run of guys that lasted a god long while I got bred by justsexnowatl and it was great taking his load in with the others that were filling my well used fuck guts. Even with the heavy use my hole had received, which included a good deep fucking by another black horsehung guy, I still wanted more, so after a short break to get some water I returned for additional use on the fuck bench like the Breed Steed I am. After a while I took a break, which allowed another guy enjoy the bench, while I returned to the dark area. One thing I loved about it was that it was dim so you could barely see all the guys in there and it was great as they felt my body and slid their hands along my beefy ass crack to feel my gaping hole and cum drenched hind quarters. That seemed to inspire each one to have to slide into me and fuck me some more. I then followed that up with getting fucked by several different guys while bent over a sling in one of the short hallsways. From there I returned to the dark are for the third and final time. This was the best as it was late by then and guys who had been resisting the urge to nut were now all about it and I gained a number of loads in quick succession. It was hot feeling my ass so trashed that the moment a guy pulled out I could feel a noticeable increase in the amount cum that flowed from my well fucked jock cunt. I ende the night with over 40 partners, (although admittedly some of the guys with whom I played in the darker areas of the club could have been repeats), and got a solid 21 loads in my ass. I returned to my room, my ass sloppy with cum, deliberately leaving the blinds open, I slept naked in the beds (which were quite comfortable), awakening at 6:30 AM, well rested after five hours of sound. Having left the blinds open (as well as Grinder) paid off as, between 6:30 and 8:30 when I check out I was bred three more times. On the drive home nut juice leaked from my hole, and when I stopped the car at a rest area my crack of my bubble ass was slick with cum that I could feel as I walked. I returned home satisfied but hungry for more--and just a little sad I couldn't have sex like that everyday.

New guy at work had a few of us over last night. There are 7 of us milling around on the deck. New guy was manning the grill and his boyfriend was in and out of the kitchen bringing drinks and keeping things lively. Everyone has had a few drinks and seems to be having a good time. New guy is funny and people are laughing at his stories. I head inside for a new drink and flirt with his boyfriend for a bit. He is flirting back just as much and asks if I want a tour of the house and I say sure. He shows me quickly through the first floor and then heads upstairs. I am enjoying watching his ass stretch the fabric of his shorts with each step. I take a chance and reach out to rub his ass and he stops and pushes back on my hand. He gropes my crotch and finds my cock well on its way to being hard. He grabs my hand and pulls me into their bedroom and says we don’t have much time. I undo my shorts and push them down as he falls to his knees and sucks me deep. He looks up at me as he takes my cock then says he needs me to fuck him. He stands up and pulls me over to the window and we can see the others outside on the deck as he pushes his pants down he bends over. He tells me he has new guys load in him already so I line up and he pushes back on my cock. We both know we don’t have much time so we get to fucking. I am pushing deep into him as we watch his boyfriend out on the deck. I know I am not going to last much longer and ask where he wants my load. He says breed my hole, give me your load, mix it with his and that sends me right over the edge. We get ourselves back together and then head back outside.

Sydney, Australia. This is a true story. A few days ago Australia celebrated Anzac Day, in which we remember the Australian armed servicemen and women who died during wars and other conflicts. Anyway, the day ended with a few beers and a game called ‘Two up’, which according to Wikipedia is "...a traditional Australian gambling game, involving a designated 'spinner' throwing two coins or pennies into the air. Players bet on whether the coins will fall with both heads (obverse) up, both tails (reverse) up, or with one coin a head, and one a tail (known as 'odds')." I decided to play at a local pub (bar) which ended up with about 3,000 patrons, mostly straight guys accompanied by their girlfriends. I should mention 'Two Up' is illegal to play, but the police usually turn a blind eye and allow the game to be played for a few hours. Before the night was out I took three loads, but first a bit about myself. I'm in my mid-50s, I have a #1 buzz cut, 175 cms, 76 kgs, and my cock is 6.5 inches, cut and shaved. Oh, and I have a Prince Albert piercing. I was in the toilets at the urinal, surrounded by a group of straight boys, ages between 18 and 25 years. Most were checking each other's cock, with one guy in particular paying attention to my P.A. This guy was aged 22 years, 175 cms, 70 kgs, 7 inches, uncut. He sucked me for a minute after which I blew him for about 25 minutes, eventually swallowing his load. That night I also took a load of a supposed straight guy I met online. He was 35 years or so old, 175 cms, 78 kgs and had facial hair. Now, I hate facial hair, but he had a nice body with prefect pecs and clipped chest hair. (Did I say he was straight? LOL.) Anyhow, he drop his pants presenting a three or four inch sock cock. "You're not going to fuck me with that,” I commented, but as I lubed his cock it grew to a six or seven inch length. He was clearly a grower, not a shower. He fucked me, dumping a good load. I could feel his cock pulsating as he shot his load up my arse. Afterwards I licked him clean and he left, but wait, there’s more. I found another guy online, a Christian from Iran. He was about 39 years old, 180 cms, 80 kgs, balding, hairy chest and about 7-8” uncut. He fucked me hard and rough, dumping his load. As with the straight guy with facial hair, I licked the Iranian's cock clean. And then he left. When I was alone I jumped down onto my bed in front of the mirror and pushed the cum out of my arse, spraying the mirror with two loads. Then I licked the mirror clean. OINK……….cum, piss, cock and fist pig. ffozstyle@gmail.com

So today I took a load from a guy in an airport bathroom. Was kind nervous that security would be called but was hot knowing a complete stranger used me as his cum whore.

I was in LA for work, so of course I went to Slammer on Sunday afternoon. It was a slow start, and some of the setup had changed since I was last there. But it's even better. The back room is usually like a TIM film shoot, and last Sunday was no exception. Love how there's just enough light to see who you're playing with, and then it gets all hot and sweaty as more bodies pile in. I hooked up with a kid who filled out his wifebeater really nicely. I think he was Asian, judging from the hard, smooth bod and the feel of his hair as we were making out. In short order he was pushing my head down, first to his nips and then to his cock. Bending down was not enough; he wanted me on my knees. So down I went, with pleasure. His beautiful undock cock was just the right size to slide down my throat. He was holding my head and rocking on me, and I knew he was gonna blow. He rammed deep and let fly with a nice hot load, several pumps, and I had a belly full of cum. As he was zipping up, hands from behind slid under my arms to help me up. Turned out the hands belonged to a giant of a man, blond, bearded, and huge. The thing was, he didn't let me turn around, nor did he remove his arms from around me. Instead, he spun me to the fuck bench and started to push me down. I resisted, but he was way stronger than me, and he basically let me know that I wasn't going anywhere. I freaked at first, but decided you can't cry rape in the back room of Slammer, so I just caved. He yanked down my jeans and briefs, and pushed my head down and put one arm across my neck. I was pinned. One dude beside me must have seen the moment of struggle and started saying stuff like, "yeah, fuck him." Well, that just drew attention to the skewering that was about to happen. The bearded giant didn't say anything, but he just lined up and started poking at my hole. It was way too tight, but then I felt the icy glob of lube, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was gonna be bred. I knew nothing about him or his status, and I was in no position to ask or resist. I could still taste the Asian dude's cum, and I was totally turned on. As soon as people heard the sound of a wet hole getting fucked, and skin banging on skin, there were hands all over me, legs, arms, shoulders. It was the hottest thing I've ever done getting fucked in public by a stranger. He didn't last long, and he patted my ass after filling me up.

I need to personally thank Read1 for recommending the Club 120 party. Holy wow, that event is what I thought CumUnions would be like. It was a little weird to be going (and leaving) an orgy party during daylight hours (party ran from 4pm-8pm), but it was so well worth it. I was there from 5 till 7:30. Based on Read1's other reviews I think they were expecting a big turnout this time, not only were there 4 slings setup, but they also had a "fantasy fuck wall" (think/Google "Czech Gay Fantasy" -- that's almost exactly the setup they had for this wall). The turn out was great - at least 60 guys probably more (>200 signed up). Sadly the fuck wall wasn't in use hardly at all since it was on the main floor and most of the action was happening on the floor above it where all the slings where. I spent a little time in one and didn't have a single taker. Upstairs however, I got plenty. It was pretty crowded and all I really had to do was lean over the railing with my ass pointed out and grin at anyone who gave me a pat -- this lead to me getting fucked by 6 or 7 different guys over the course of the evening with a couple returning to my hole to take another turn several times. One of the guys who fucked me invited me into a sling where I stayed for a while and had lots of spectators and a couple guys taking turns on my smooth hole -- it was my first time in an actual sling and for sure won't be my last. Finally near the end of the evening (who wants to cum early?!) I got 3 loads of cum shot nice and deep into me. One by an older beefy muscle guy, one by a thicker asian dude, and one by a tall bro-y looking white dude. As if all this wasn't enough a super cute tiny asian twink rimmed and blew me until I was ready to cum. We were standing beside a very hairy guy wearing a wrestling singlet taking loads in the sling -- his hole opened for use just as I was ready to blow (perfect!) -- it was very wet and clearly well-fucked, AND he cleaned me off too. I'm still pretty new to bath-houses and big sex parties, I was pretty shy and nervous up until about Jan of this year when I started PReP. I always kind of thought bathhouses would be a non-stop gay orgy and events like CumUnion would just add to that, and while I always get some action, it's never been quite the experience I envisioned (honestly, why are guys so shy at the bathhouse?! We all know why we're there!). This party at Club 120 was wholly different and exactly the kind of uninhibited piggy sex I've always been fantasizing about. Can't wait for the next one (May 14th! Come to Toronto!). Let me know if you saw me there, I was wearing the same turquoise jock as in my profile pic.

Daddy leaned forward and slipped his thick tongue (so may things of Daddy's are soooooo thick!!) into the pig's open panting mouth! The tweaked up cumslut sucked Daddy's tongue in with a loud groan of lust. I watched them making out for a few moments while I watched Daddy's hips swiveling slightly, pressing his leaking bare POZ cock more firmly against the hungry bottom's wet ass lips. Daddy pulled back just far enough to give me room to place the pipe between his lips and light it for him. Trevor watched with hungry numb eyes as Daddy inhaled deeply, looking directly into the pig's eyes as he filled his lungs full. When he had all he could hold, he looked at me and nodded letting me know that it was time, then he leaned down and placing his lips on Trevors, proceeded to give him a huge shotgun. As this started, I leaned down to Trevor's ear and whispered loud enough for him and Daddy to hear, "It's time pig. Take Daddy's BIG "toy"! Enjoy it!" At that exact moment, I grabbed onto the boi's shoulders to hold him down as I watched Daddy's hips pull back a fraction, then move forward forcefully, pushing his raw, thick POZ cock into Trevor's virgin neg chemmed-up hole. The boy's eyes flew open wide even as he was taking the shotgun as he felt the hard fat Daddy dick penetrate his ass lips and begin entering where no dick had ever been. He tried to thrash but between my hands on his shoulders and Daddy laying on top of him, his efforts were useless. "That's what you wanted, isn't it boi?", I asked him. "Something BIG to fill you up completely? That's what our leather Daddy is giving you. Just what you begged for. Feel it open you up. Feel it fill your hole. Enjoy it, pig. Daddy is giving you pleasure...and so much more!" As I finished, Daddy pulled his lips from Trevor's and smiled darkly at the boi beneath him, being impaled on Daddy's lethal cock. Before Daddy ccould say anything, Trevor, blew out a huge cloud from the shotgun and yelled out, "Oh, fuck, Daddy! It's too big! Take it out! Please!! I don't think I can take it! Oh gawd, it's so big!!" Daddy stopped the movement of his hips and looked into the pig's black eyes. "You said you wanted something big, boi. Daddy wants to please you just like you want to please him. I'm giving you my big hard toy to fill up your hole, to stretch you wide and deep. Take it boi. Make your Daddy happy..and I promise you I'll give you things you never even imagined. Breathe deep and look into my eyes. Let your need take over. Me and my pig boy are here to please you as you please us." I slid the pipe back between his lips and lit it, delighting in the way he automatically began inhaling. "That's it, pig", Daddy said softly and seductively. "Suck that smoke in. Let it help you enjoy the first of many of Daddy's gifts. Give in to your needs." I pulled the pipe from Trevor's lips and watched him slowly blow out a thick white cloud. "Oh fuck, Daddy, it's so huge...and hard. I didn't think it would hurt so much...but...but....fuck it feels good too! I can feel my hole opening and wanting it. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck that hard big toy into my ass! Fill me up!! Oh fuck yessssssssssssss!!" "You got it, pig!", Daddy croaked and slammed the remaining inches into the cumwhore's awakening hole!

When I lived down South, this hung top who used to breed me would always talk about this incredible sex party that happened a few times a year. Evidently the thing was in a huge house out in the country with 100 horny men or so. You had to be "invited" of course, and I begged him to get me on the list every time he brought it up. Especially since I'd never been to a party that big before. The next time the party rolled around, I finally got my wish. In my email I had the invitation! And this was the annual "leather party". There were some stipulations-- all guests had to be in some kind of leather gear, there was an entry fee of $20, and you had to show if you RSVP'd or else no more invites. I RSVP'd "yes" and counted down the days. The party was at night and about 2 hours away from where I lived. It really was out in the country some, and the house was indeed huge. I signed in, gave the doorkeeper my $20, put my clothes in the designated area, and then began to wander. There was fucking and sucking EVERYWHERE! It was a two-story house and every room had something going on. There were slings in the garage, along with glory hole booths. There were folks fucking on the deck. Bedrooms were being used for orgy scenes and the walk-in closets were dark hideaways for quickies. I was overwhelmed. I was also so fucking turned on by the scene! Leather daddies and bears and jocks Everywhere I looked. Harnesses, chaps, jocks, caps, hoods-- you name it, I saw it. I was rather modestly decked out in a borrowed harness, jockstrap, and combat boots. Eventually I managed to get my courage up (after a few beers) and I sucked a few guy's cocks in the garage area. I also found a guy willing to sneak into a gloryhole booth with me-- where after a bit of coaxing I bent over and took his raw cock. This guy came quickly, and then said "Dude, don't tell my boyfriend we did this. We agreed that we wouldn't fuck raw tonight." One fuck was all it took. Now that my pump was primed, I was horny and ready to go for more cock! My only problem is that I was sorta shy when it came to getting fucked. I liked it to be just one-on-one, and most of the house was wide open to voyeurs. So I ended up wandering around a lot. During my wanderings, I kept passing by the stairway to the basement which was open, but roped off. There was a red light on down there, but I couldn't tell much beyond that. When I bumped into my fuckbuddy who got me on the party list, I asked him about the basement. "Oh, that's a special fuck dungeon and it's by invitation only.". I asked who did the inviting, and it was the host (whom I hadn't officially met yet). So I asked my buddy if maybe he could wangle me another invite. "Man, I don't know if you want that. It gets pretty hard core down there." I said I'd come this far, why stop now? He said he'd look into it for me. After that I wandered a bit more, sucked some more cock, and then eventually wandered upstairs. In the bedroom many guys were fucking on the bed and there was a guy getting fisted in a portable sling. I stood next to a hot, leather daddy who was in chaps and a harness. I'd noticed this particular daddy all night so far, but he aleays just seemed to be watching. We watched the fisting together and jacked a bit. Eventually I leaned in close and asked if he liked to fuck. He said yeah. I reached down, grabbed his cock, and said "I want this in me, but I like it a bit more private." He led me to the walk-in closet which was pitch dark. I could hear two other guys going at it in there, and the smell of poppers and ass was intoxicating. Daddy shoved me down and I started sucking his cock. It was a thick, uncut 7 incher and I was really enjoying it. Then he spun me around and started eating my ass. "Mmm, tastes like you've already taken a load tonight," he grunted. I said I had. He then said he was gonna fuck some more into me. But before he did, he said he needed to lube me up some more. He fumbled around behind me for a bit, then I felt a small tube slide up my ass. Then he squirted the "lube" in me. Then he positioned his cock behind me while i took a hit of poppers. Then he started fucking me. Hard. After about 5 minutes of fucking, I started to feel funny. Light headed. Disoriented. At first I figured it was the beer and poppers, and having my head down while being bent over and fucked. But it got worse. Soon my arms and legs got really heavy and lethargic and I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. Top daddy had a firm grip on my hips and was still fucking me. Then I blacked out. After that, the details of the night are really hazy. The next thing I remember is seeing a red lightbulb glowing above me, while I was getting both holes fucked in a sling. I can remember feeling a cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and feeling a cock thrusting into my ass. At the time I thought it was one cock and found it odd that it was able to fuck me in two places. The next thing I remember was seeing all these hovering faces around me. They were grinning and saying things, but it sounded like I was under water. There was just a rushing in my ears and everything was so foggy and thick. I foun the rocking motion of the sling quite soothing. I lost all track of time. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, but every time I looked down toward my feet, I would see a different face hovering there. And I could feel the slapping of hips against my ass, but it felt like it was coming from miles away. Everything was so heavy- my head. My arms. My legs. At one point I knee thinking that I needed to escape and I tried to sit up. But several hands pushed me back down and then kindly fed me more poppers. Then there is another blank stretch in my memory. The next time I came around I knew what was going on. I was in the dungeon, in a sling, and being gang banged. There were only 4 guys in the room at this point, one of them was my fuckbuddy. "Dude, what's going on? What's happening to me?" I asked-- even though I really knew. "You said you were looking for an invite to the basement. I guess the host took a liking to you-- mainly because you're such a novice. But he figured you might balk at getting knocked up by a ton of guys, so he... Sorta helped you along." "You mean he drugged me?? Fuck this!! Get me out of here!" I begged. "Why? It's too late. The party's nearly over and 20 guys have already taken their turn and cum in your hole. You might as well just let these last few finish up." I stopped fighting. 20 guys had used my ass as their cumdump?? As I laid there, I felt the guy fucking me stiffen and groan an I knew that load 21 was shooting into me. I asked my buddy for some more poppers, and let the remaining three (my fuckbuddy included) use my ass. I watched them each take a turn, but it was like I was watching someone else get fucked. When my buddy finished up inside me, he helped me down out of the sling, and supported me while I climbed the stairs. He tossed me onto one of the fuckbeds in rhe first floor bedroom and told me to sleep it off. The next thing I remember is waking up in late morning with a chalky mouth, a splitting headache, and a supremely sore ass. It also felt like I needed to take a shit something fierce. I stumbled to the bathroom and sat down. And I swear a pint of cum ran out of my ass. It just kept flowing out of me, burning my raw asshole as it dribbled out. I dressed quickly after that and drove myself that long 2 hour drive home. The whole time freaking out about being drugged... And raped. And used raw by that many guys. And I had paid $20 for it too. Of course I also got hard thinking about it and gave my load to a stall wall in a rest area on the way home.

Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete. Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him. We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday. Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on. Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off” He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete. He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?” I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works. “Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape. Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos. “So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear. The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.” That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this” I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said. He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.” Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me. What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs. Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.” After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt” Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me. Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon. With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was. “Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left. Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled. “Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?” “Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered. “Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer. “I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted. Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.” “and this is Mick...” Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes. “Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing. “What do you think Mick?” “Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.” With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side. “Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.” My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet. I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on. Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand. The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages. Kev injected me and released the tourniquet. I gasped and coughed. The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete. Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me. “Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said. Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off: “Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning” Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts. Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision. Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy” Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet. I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness.... I woke up with a start. I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss. “Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?” I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too. “Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete, I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg. “I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete. I became harder. Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock. I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror. Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum” With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled. I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away. Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice: “Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”

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Pass the Bottom My boy and I are both pretty versatile, but lately, he's been getting more into topping. Now, I like to get fucked every now and then, but not as often as he's been interested in topping, so we decided to open our relationship up a bit and find other guys for him to fuck. We've always played bare with each other and only felt it natural to let him fuck other guys raw too. We've placed a few ads online and hooked up with some hot guys for some pretty steamy times. Sometimes I'd fuck the guy after he pulled out, sloshing around in the bottom's hole, already well-lubed and well-fucked. Maybe we hooked up with six or seven different guys, but one, Tom, was really special. In fact Tom was absolutely adorable. He was no taller than 5' 6” and had a tight little swimmer's body. He kept his strawberry blond hair close cropped, which butched him up a bit. I loved watching my boy plow his raw hole. Tom would bounce up and down on my boy's pole with his head thrown back. He could ride for as long as we could give it to him. Hot. After a really hot three-way, we were piled on our bed with Tom's legs spread wide and his hole loose and cummy with both of our deposits. He asked if we'd be interested in joining him and some fuckbuds for a party. We said sure and he sent our email addresses to Dylan, the guy putting the fuck party together. We got an email from Dylan a few hours later. Here's what he wrote: Dudes, We're a group of guys who like to fuck bare and like to share. We lost two tops and Tom says you guys would fit right in. Condoms provided but not necessary. Frankly, few guys wear them. The bottoms prefer to take their tops' loads home in them. Cum play... We were boned just thinking about it and made sure to clear our schedules. The next Saturday night, we arrived at a fancy house in a really expensive neighborhood. Dylan answered. He was fucking hot. Must have been over six foot tall. Wide shoulders, trim waist, and washboard abs pressed against a tight black muscle-t. He had red hair and big green eyes. Without knowing if he was a top or a bottom, I knew my boy and I would have fun with him either way. Dylan escorted us down to the basement where there were a few guys waiting. He introduced us around and we chatted up the guys. Dylan told us that we could discuss our favorite positions, top or bottom, and fetishes, but no one was the mention status. “Status?” I asked. “POZ or NEG, man. It brings the mood down if we know who we're playing with. Besides, isn't it more exciting not knowing?” Fuck, I thought. This might be more intense than we had planned, but from the growing bone in my boy's shorts, I knew he wanted to stay. I figured since we were both invited there as tops, the risk was really low anyway. My boy and I shook a few hands and groped a few hardening cocks as we mingled. Tom was there with another top friend of his, Andy, who wore a leather cap, was really skinny, and was in his 40s. When the last two guys arrived, Dylan grouped us into a circle. There were eight of us altogether, but it would up being five tops and three bottoms, not including Dylan himself. Dylan asked for a volunteer to switch sides and bottom. My boy's hand shot up in the air immediately without even asking me what I thought. I was a bit taken aback, especially since he had been so into topping lately. Dylan had him and the other three bottoms stand in a circle as he had the tops gather four chairs, plus one for him into a circle around them. “We're gonna start tonight with a round of PASS THE BOTTOM.” “Fuck yeah!” one of the guys shouted. Dylan continued, “Here's how it works. While I play some music, you tops will have about twenty seconds with a bottom in your lap before you have to pass him to the next top. If you don't have a bottom in your lap when the music stops, you loose an article of clothing. If you wind up with your date on your lap when the music stops, you get to remove an article of your bottom's clothing. And remember, there are condoms in the bowl if any of you are chicken...” I did a head count and realized that the numbers were off because the rest of the couples had been invited top/bottom. The rules seemed pretty simple. Dylan sat down to my left and clicked his phone to start the music and the bottoms picked a top and started grinding in his lap. A hot skinny black guy started first with me. He sat down with his back to me and ground his tight ass against my crotch. I reached around and tweaked his nipples. He got up, and the next round, I was without a bottom. I looked two guys to my right to see my boy writhing on the lap of a really big beefy bald guy. The guy had his hand snaked into my boy's shorts and must have been working his nuts or his ass. The top next to me was a lean gym bunny. He had both hands down the back of the black boy's shorts. Then, came the switch. Tom wound up on my lap and straddled me, sticking his tongue into my mouth as he ground against my crotch. A middle-aged guy with a bit of a gut sat down on me next. He sat down so hard that he practically knocked the wind out of me. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my head then grabbed my hand and shoved it down the back of his shorts. He whispered into my ear, “I've had my eye on you, stud. Like what you feel down there?” My fingers found his loose ass all greased up and ready for fucking. I grunted, “YEAH!” and he hopped up. Just after he pulled off to sit on the next guy, Dylan stopped the music. My boy was in Dylan's lap and I was alone. I pulled my shirt over my head as the guys clapped and Dylan restarted the music. My boy plopped down on top of me, grinding away. I reached my hand into his crotch and could feel a puddle of precum there already, moistening the basket of his jockstrap. “Gotta make the next round faster! I want to end up in your lap so I can loose some clothes!” Instantly, the skinny black guy was back on my lap. He worked my nipples hard with his fingers and slipped his tongue in my mouth. He was a great kisser. I grabbed his bubble butt with both hands and helped him dry hump my crotch. Tom skipped over Dylan and was next in my lap. “Having fun, so far?,” he teased as he sat down on my lap. He reached behind himself and started unbuckling my jeans. “Is that against the rules?,” I asked. “The rules are gonna go to shit in a few minutes... Looks like your boy's having a nice time too.” I peeked over Tom's shoulder and saw my boy on his knees in front of Andy. My boy was working down his tight jeans and Andy was forcing my boy's face into his swollen crotch against his briefs. Another switch brought the guy with the guy into my lap again, and then my boy. I'd never seen him so wild. He was fingering his own hole with his hands in his shorts when the music stopped. I yanked his shorts to the floor and he stepped out of them, leaving his ass exposed and beautifully framed with his jockstrap. So far, he was the only bottom with his hole exposed. I knew things were about to get interesting. As we passed the bottoms around again, I saw that some pants had been unbuttoned and some shorts pushed down, but all of the tops seemed to still have their underwear on. As much fun as I was having with those bottoms dry humping my underwear clad dick, I was equally turned on stealing glimpses of my boy's bare hole rubbing against five big hard underwear-clad precummy dicks. The bottoms were passed around three times before the music stopped. While the skinny black guy was wriggling on my lap, Tom wound up on Andy's lap. With Andy's jeans at his ankles, his cock was straining to pop out of his briefs. Tom helped him poke his dick through the slit as he pulled off his own shorts revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear. Before the music started, Tom aimed Andy's dick at his hole and sat right down it with a loud gasp. Dylan restarted the music and pulled Tom down in his lap. I didn't have a bottom, so I looked to one side and saw my boy pulling the bald guys shorts up and freeing his drooling massive cock. He was slipping his asshole over the hard cock smearing the bald's guys precum all over his hole. I jerked my head to the left as I saw Dylan sink his cock into Tom's hole. I couldn't help but pull my underwear down and fist my cock. When they switched, Tom sank right down onto my dick as the guy with the gut shucked down his shorts and took Dylan's bare cock. My boy was bouncing up and down on Andy's tool with his head thrown back in ecstasy. By now the rules were out the window and all bottoms were getting barefucked. Dylan kept the music playing and the bottoms kept moving from guy to guy. I was amazed at how silky and tight Tom's hole was compared to the loose wet sloppy cunt on the guy with the gut. We kept passing each bottom after a few strokes in their hole. Dylan yelled, “Round and round and round they go. Who gets a TOX load, nobody knows!!!” I realized that at least one of the top must have been POZ. I wondered if my boy wanted to take my load or someone else's. When he came by I asked him as I grabbed his ass, raising it onto my dick. “You want my load, or you want one that might be charged?” “I can get your load whenever I want it. I wonder whose I'll get!” With that he winked at me and pulled off of my dick and mounted the gym bunny to my right. I knew I was getting close and thankfully I only had a few strokes in each bottom's ass before they were passed. I loved knowing that I was mixing my precum with each top in all of those asses. The gym bunny was the first to cum, with Tom on his lap. He held Tom's shoulders down and shot his load deep with strong thrusts, raising his muscled ass off of the chair. “I'm taking his load!!!!!!!!,” Tom shouted. That send Andy over the edge and he came hard in the black guy's ass. Those guys pulled their chairs out of the circle leaving me, the bald guy, and Dylan, passing around my boy and gut-heavy guy with the loose hole. We passed them around between us about three times before Dylan lost his load deep up my boy's raw, used ass. The bald guy was balls deep in the guy with the gut and exclaimed, “Help me out over here. He's so loose I can barely feel a thing!” I hopped out of my chair and slid into that sloppy stretched-out hole right alongside the bald guy's thick tool. Finally, I could feel some friction. The bald guy fired off first and I followed suit coating the sloppy cunt with my load. Dylan started applauding and the guys all joined in. My boy had his arms wrapped around Andy and Dylan. “So, can we talk status now?,” he asked. Dylan and Andy smiled at each other and they pulled their shirts over their heads. Andy had a red biohazard tattoo over his left pec and Dylan had a black one around his navel. The gym bunny and the bald guy took off their shirts too, but no tattoos. “Just 'cause we're not marked doesn't mean we're not carrying charged loads!,” grunted the bald guy. Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders saying, “I think me, you, and your boy might be the only guys here who are still NEG.” My boy was weak at the knees, and not from shock, but from elation. “I guess I'm going to get it sooner or later. Anyone want to go for round two and make it happen tonight?” The tops all shouted, “Hell yeah!”, “Fuck yes!” I knew he wanted to be the center of attention. As each guy who wanted to fucked him, I cradled his head and kissed him. Dylan pulled out just before he was ready to cum and slipped behind me. As the bald guy bred my boy, I took my first and only cock of the night. Dylan filled my hole with his toxic spunk before pulling out. All in all, I only took one POZ load compared to my boy's four!

It's both for me, i love the fuck, the load is the perfect happy ending :-) I hate the empty feeling when the guys has pulled out, i feel i'm missing a part of me.... only happy when it's filled!

Why not? Just because we're sex pigs doesn't mean we're amoral bastards. Never heard of the classic "hooker with a heart of gold?" I am very up front with potential sexual partners about my strong preference to bareback. I won't say I'd never use a condom because it has happened, but there better be a damn good reason. Especially nowadays in this age of PrEP and undetectable men. Communication is key. My profiles have my HIV status all over them. They are also very up front about barebacking. Weeds out a lot of the "safe only" guys. I highly recommend it.

I read all your writing on this site. I don't know how much is true but you write very well. Thank you and if I could write like you I might even be able to explain why I'm babbling right now

Gorgeous cute cub couple invites me over as they live 50 metres from work they suggested I come for a quick session before work. Ahhh why not i thought.I got ther 40 minutes before I started. After some plesantries we headed to the bedroom. Some passionate 3 way kissing and me on my knees taking their cocks in my mouth. Daniel bent over and I rimmed his arse. He then suggested he sit on my face while his boyfriend rode my cock. It was amazing. I had a beautiful arse on my face while I felt his boyfriend go ballistic and bounce wildly on my cock. I then got on all fours and Daniel pounded me hard until he shot his load deep in me. While we took a breather I sucked jons cock. I asked to sit on it so he could stir up his fellas jizz. As it slid in and out the wet sound got sloppier and Jon threw me on my back and pummelled my pig hole. It wasn't long before he dumped his seed in my hole too. Off to work I went, cum still leaking out for most of the day until I met fuck number 3. A gorgeous ginger guy who fucks like a machine. He was in awe of my arse telling me how beautiful it looked and that he could smell and see the cum from my fucks that morning. He spoke of pimping me out to his mates who he was sure most would have never had a hole as hot as mine. He seemed genuinely in awe of everything about it. The pinkness, the softness, how loose it was. How much of a pig hole it was. He fucked hard and his facial expressions confirmed that he really loved fucking my cunt. He smiled as he was ramming it hard and said those magic words. Here it comes and then he was burying it deep he unloaded deep in me. Later that night the last guy I had came over to my place and proceeded to fuck me for 12 hours. With a few breaks to hydrate and catch our breath. In that time he blew 5 times. Best cum sloppy 48 hours ever! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59032b4bcc239 A before and after vid

I finally made my way to Atlanta Cumunion again this week. I loved it the first time, but have reg fuckbuds and was trying to avoid what seems like a guaranteed sti at cumunion (didn't catch anything the first time). But I loved the sleazy and anon atmosphere, and my main purpose this time was to finally breed MuscledHorse on here who I started talking to since he joined. I wanted that muscle hole and I wanted it sloppy, so this was my chance! I got there at 8:30, and it was pretty different than my first time there. Many fewer guys and many fewer that made my dick hard But I was there with one purpose in mind - although I did go with my hole cleaned and ready for whatever happened until I was ready to unload. As soon as I wandered around I pretty quickly found my "target" at the edge of the darkroom with guys waiting their turn to fuck that fine muscle slut. I took my turn in that perfect ass, and his hole had a nice grip and friction. I could have cum, but I was only there 5 mins and wanted to have more fun first. I wandered around for a while more, kind of amazed at the difference from the last time I was there, then I stumbled on the exact same muscled black guy that fucked and bred me on my first trip to Cumunion. I shot a nozzle full of lube up my ass before I left home - just in case - and I was glad I did since no one had messed with my hole yet and neither of us had lube on us. We swapped head, made out and rimmed each other, and before long he was pushing against my hole again. Nice rigid fat BBC with no lube besides what I had squirted in before I left home. But soon he was fucking me and I was hard as a rock. Was hoping we'd flip, but pretty quickly he was ready to cum. For some reason he pulled out this time and shot all over my legs and cock (bred me deep last time), but it was good. PLay around with a few more guys, had some small latin guy wrecking my hole with multiple fingers in the dark area. Thought for sure he'd fuck me after but never did. Fucked one muscled Daddy type but careful not to cum. After about 90 mins, this crazy hot bubble butt jock/frat type with a jock on and backwards cap arrived, and he messed around with me and I had a couple fingers up his unused ass (so far)....cock was totally hard in the jock, but fairly obvious he was there to bottom. He had just arrived and had guys all over him though. I pulled myself away, hoping he's a local, and walked around to find MuscledHorse again and found him bent over on the fuck bench where I already saw him a few times. Guys all around watching him get fucked by someone. As soon as that guy stepped away, no one immediately took his place. He'd been getting fucked for at least 90 mins by that point, so I decided this was it - I pulled up behind that slut - never turned around to see who anyone was fucking him - and his fuckhole was so loose I barely even realized I was inside (like fucking a tunnel). I'm so visual, and this guy was such a hot muscle stud I knew I'd get off fast. He was egging me on to breed him without any clue who it was, and I only lasted a minute or two till I blasted my load up his slimy ass and added to whatever he had already. I walked around to the front of him and said thanks, and told him who I was from here. Some other heavy guy had taken my place, but when he finished, MuscledHorse got off the bench and we talked a few minutes (true gentleman ). I reached around his ass and loads were literally running down his big legs. That stud is 100% accurate with his pics and self description - true cumwhore happy to help guys get off and clearly loves being mounted and taking cock and seed.......wish there was a way to give "references" on bbrt. I'm guessing he will post here about his accomplishments - I'm already looking forward to the next time but hopefully get my shot at that young jock ass I gave up on in the meantime lol - wish i were a multi-cummer, or at least stay hard after I cum!! Thanks MuscledHorse - true mating stud!!

I'd say post here, and maybe on Grindr or Adam 4 Adam.... Barebackrt.com can be another option. Hell, just post the details here, I'll cum on over!!!

It sounded to me like you got told "no" once and were fishing for another answer. I had already given you a clear answer here: If you feel like I am not doing my job, you may complain to the admin, rawTOP. I stand by both my answer and my tone.

Once again I have returned from the wilderness. If anyone has been offended by my posts, it was not intentional. But, the good part, for me anyhow, is that while banished from posting, I was NOT banished from sucking and fucking. Still dedicated to taking as much POZ cock up my toxic ass as possible.

After 2 weeks of getting his hole fuck and getting to love being on Ms. Tina Nick is ready. We are all loaded up for the 5 hour ride to where the 100 party will be, right before we left Nick was tested to see if he was Poz yet and Nick is still Neg. Jerry has posted he is looking for thous who would like to Poz this boy at the club site and was hit with an overwhelming response. Jerry has put Nick and I in chastity as I really love fuck Nick all the time. We arrive at the club and I love the sign at the cashier door. Must be of age Must use condoms No drugs No Barebacking Well, I will be breaking 3 of the rules and Nick will be breaking all of the rules. Jerry will be making good money from Nick. The first thing to do is have the club owner certify Nick is negative once that is done it’s posted. We take Nick and get him ready for a night he will never forget as I remember it like it happen yesterday even though it has been over 6 years now. We start by making sure Nick will enjoy him self and give him small amounts of GHB in his water through the night and a small slam to start.Nick chastity cage is taken off so a catheter can be put into Nick so if he has to pee the chem piss is not waisted and will be used later. I leave the room and the place is packed like I have never seen before. Jerry ask me to stay with Nick as the 100 are pick by ticket number they were given when they first came in. The rules are this , from 1-100 you can fuck Nick in the ass you can have Prince Albert but it must be smooth, NO PISS fucking, NO eating out Nicks hole till after the 100 have dump their loads in Nicks hole,No lube only spit for the first one , as cum makes the best lube,NO cruel condoms and No fisting The ones who did not make the 100 can use Nick mouth, you can gage him with your dick, make Nick swallow your load, piss into Nick mouth. I’m in chastity and I will be used to help the 100 get hard with my mouth and hand out thous who want Viagra, and watch Nick to make sure he is all right, I also have a bag of Tina powder for thous who want it on the head of their dick before they fuck Nick. I take Nick over to the bench and give him a kiss and Nick is real passionate about it. Once on the bench I strap him down and take the crank him legs apart so Nick hole is spread wide and every one has access to it. The 100 are ready and so is Nick, the first one is FUCKING HUNG with a 10 inch dick and he has a bio hazard tattoo and the pre cum leaking from the tip of his dick he rubs Nick hole and then slow and steady pressure his dick disappears into Nick hole and he just stays like that and says this hole is tight and needs to be wrecked, he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in balls deep wile Nicks mouth is getting a workout with dicks in his mouth. I’m glad the first one shot a giant load into Nick as it was leaking in to the pan that was place under the bench to catch all the cum that does not stay in Nick. After the first 20 Nick is given a break but is not removed from the bench as he would be leaking cum all over the place. In the break I give Nick more of the water with G in it and a small slam and look at the bag that is capturing Nick Chem lace piss. I see that Nick is doing OK and his hole is really getting work over as at the number 80 break I see Nick hole is blood red and the tray under Nick has a lot pink color loads in it.When number 100 shows up he looks very skinny and was told later he has full blown Aids. Nick mouth had taken a lot of loads and he has been used as a urinal. When the last one is finished it’s time for thous who want to clean out Nick hole and they are on their knees with their face and tongue working over his blood red hole.

Day 5 update. Took 12 cocks on Monday. Grand total cums to 141 cocks and 13 fist. That is my personal best and greatest accomplishment ever. What does IML hold? We shall find out next month

Whenever someone says to me "You must be gay because you prefer to have sex with men" I remind them that it's no really that I am "attracted" to men but more to the way men like having sex: anonymous, NSA, fetishes, group and drama-free action (no jealousy or shit like that). Love may be involved, but it will be more like the bottom falling in-love with the top as his hole is being pumped with a load. A very temporary feeling of love, but still love. I remember once being at a cruising park and making out with some random guy. He said to me "You turn me on so much!" I reached down and noticed he had a raging hard-on. I then realized how hot it is to get a real life touchable object, the hard-on, that proves the statement "You turn me on so much!" From a woman, I would have to take her word because the kind of feedback that the body of a woman can give will never equal a hard-on. Why can't a "straight" man, a man who doesn't feel different from other men, a man who may be married or have a girlfriend, why can't any of these men be able to enjoy what sex with men have to offer that sex with women doesn't, without having to define those men as "closeted" gay. Many "Straight" married guys show up at those hotel unlocked door, ass up on the air, take all loads events. It's a pretty hot scene that some "straight" men have a hard time saying no to. Maybe if more women offered the same kinds of hotel walk-ins these married men would go for them. But all the available cumholes are men so they go for men. I'm of the opinion that the term "gay" should only be used in a situation of self-identity. A guy may consider himself to be gay because he loves having sex with men in public toilets, bathhouses, etc. But this should not mean that all the men who frequent these same places are gay. I had NSA sex with men for a long time but "being gay" has never resonated with me. Most guys who proclaim being gay talk about being different from the other boys. I never felt any different from the other boys, just more adventurous.

8. Jon "Finally," Cal said, as I followed him into the bedroom. Even though I had just given Seth another load of cum, my cock was already starting to grow in my sweat pants. The food had helped me, and certainly the weed did not hurt either. "Finally?" I asked. "Getting jealous of Seth?" "Yeah," he said. At the foot of the bed, he turned to me, and pulled me close. At 6'3", he towered over me, and I had to stand on my tip-toes just to kiss him. As I did so, he pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free, and exposing his ass. He quickly followed by doing the same to me. My dick was now standing almost straight up, anticipating another chance to get inside a man. "Did you get any on your trip?" I asked. The height difference between Cal and I occasionally made sex tricky. However, it all disappeared when he was on his back. I pushed him onto the bed, and he fell backwards, legs spread. It was hard to imagine a clearer invitation for me to fuck him than that. I jumped on the bed, landing right between his legs. "Not enough," Cal said. "Do you ever get enough?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. I had seen Cal emerge from 12 hours of non-stop fucking still hungry for more. "Never," he said. "You know that. Now, enough talking. I want that poz daddy cock in me." I smiled. JP and Seth hadn't yet joined us, so we didn't have to censor ourselves. "Sucking off a random business guy was barely enough." "That all you found in Phoenix?" I asked. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bed table and poured a thick bead down the length of my cock. Despite his talents getting fucked, he still needed some lube and unlike Seth, he hadn't gotten any loads yet today. "Yeah. Too busy with work." I pressed my cockhead against his hole. I had been fucking Cal for years now, but each time seemed like a new adventure. "Go for it," Cal said, smiling. "Fuck me." I wanted to kiss him, but Cal's long, gymnast torso meant I had to do something with my dick first. I pushed into him, sliding in smoothly to the inner hole. There was the slightest resistance from Cal, before he once more allowed me inside of his body. "Fuck yeah," I grunted, feeling the warmth and wetness of Cal's ass envelope my dick. As I slid into him, my head travelled up the length of his torso, finally resting eye to eye with the young man. "Fuck yeah," Cal said, before kissing me hard. "Fuck me with that thick poz daddy cock." "Yeah, boy?" I asked him. "You need a re-charge?" "Please Daddy. Fuck me raw. Fill me with your seed," Cal said. He had a devilish grin. He knew how much I liked to breed him, and particularly how much I liked to re-charge him. "Recharge your boy. I need it." Cal was always anxious to get any fresh virus I might have collected. "Of course, my boy. Gonna give it to you. Let it take root in your body." I leaned in and kissed the young man. Despite this being my third round, my cock was already hard as a rock. It helped that I didn't have to censor my dark imagination; Cal had been an active participant in many of my evil plans. Unfortunately, our chance at openness and transparency was short-lived; JP and Seth walked in together. I turned just long enough to see that they were both naked and at least JP was already erect. "Damn," Cal said. "He's gonna get another load." "A potent load, I think," I said. JP and the young man settled on the couch, and I could hear soft whispers as the two men began to have sex. It was hard to make out the individual words, but years of living with JP made it clear just how much he was enjoying the chance to inseminate Seth. "They seem to be having fun. At least as much as we are." "I like Seth," Cal said. "He's good for us." "Definitely. He's certainly caught JP's attention." I pushed my dick deeper into my boy's hole. I had done it so many times it was now almost second nature, but it lost nothing in the repetition. "Are you going to give him another load tonight?" "At least one," Cal said. "That hole." He had a dreamy look on his face, remembering how it felt to be inside the boy. "So young," he continued. "So clean." "So pure," Cal answered. We didn't need to say much more. We were both thinking about how we could cum inside of Seth and how the four loads already swimming in Seth were anything but clean and pure. "I got my labs back," Cal said. "And?" I asked. I pushed my dick deeper into Cal. Cal had stopped his meds a few months ago. He had found some boy he wanted to infect, and his undetectable status made it that much harder to reach their goal. He hadn't yet started them again. "700K," he said. "Nice. It'll be a great gift for Seth. You and JP won't be the only one tomorrow." "Oh?" Cal asked. "Who else is joining us?" Before I could answer, Cal gave me a kiss and clenched his ass around my dick. "Some old friends," I said. "Sean. Vic. Max. Dennis. Among others." "Fuck," Cal said. "Boy's not going to stand a chance." "I know," I said. "Only one thing would make this better," Cal said. "Yes, my boy?" I asked. I knew what his answer was going to be, but I went through the motions anyway. "Wish I was up in the clouds. You fucking me. Pumping me full of that hot poz dad cum." I looked around quickly, but JP and Seth were in their own world, with Seth riding JP's hard cock. Even if they could hear us, they were not paying attention. "Patience, boy," I said. "Always so eager to be my toxic tweaker boy, huh?" "You got me hooked." "As I remember, you came pretty much addicted to cock and cum. I just had to introduce you to some of the other pleasures of life." "That you did." We fucked for a few moments, before Cal spoke again. "Are we going to party with Seth?" Cal was trying to be nonchalant about it, but I could hear the need in his voice. It was not just Seth that needed a party weekend, with all the attendant debauches. "Don't worry boy," I said. "Stopped by Jesse's yesterday and got some supplies. And besides, Sean and Vic are coming tomorrow." "Nice. What about tonight?" "Think you can wait a few hours?" "I'll try," he said. "That's my boy," I said. On the couch behind us, JP and Seth were now deep into fucking. It was how I had hoped the evening would play out: men, having sex with other men and sharing their fluids. It seemed like my dick had spent more time inside of a man this evening than outside; I hoped I still had some cum to give for tomorrow. "You think Seth will be down to party?" "Does it matter?" I kissed Cal again. I hadn't really told him anything about the plans JP and I had made, nor the special delivery I had gotten a few days earlier. "He's barebacking. Partying is just the next step. Besides. JP and I have a special plan for him. And I need your help" "Oh?" Cal asked. "What do you have planned?" "I got a bunch of sugar pills that look exactly like Truvada." My dick stiffened at the thought. It was the ultimate in stealth, to take what was protecting the boy, and subvert it. Years ago, the stack of condoms on our bed table had a few small pinpricks in them. It wasn't enough to be seen, but it was more than enough to do damage. Today, it was even less obvious, even harder to trace. "And?" "All I need you to do is distract him later tonight as I put some fakes in his pill bottle." Cal grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "You are an evil, evil man." He moved his hands down to my ass, and pulled me deeper in his body. "So fucking hot. I can't wait to watch." He smiled, kissed me, then continued. "But I've got my own plan." "Yes, boy?" "Every time Seth mentions taking drugs, I'm gonna distract him." His cock was also now erect, and I knew exactly how he was going to distract Seth. "Get him in the habit of missing doses." "And you say I am dark and evil?" I asked. "You have become the master." "Only because my teacher was the best in the world." "You know just what to say," I said. "Not that it took a lot to convince you to go raw." "Or to get pozzed up," Cal replied. "I think I rather volunteered myself." "You did," I said. He had e-mailed me, wanting to get fucked. I tried to remember how it had been Seth. I think I had made the first move. But I had not gotten anywhere as near as with Seth so far as I had on the first day with Cal. Of course, now there was PrEP, and barebacking was almost safe. Except when you barebacked with the wrong men. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "That's my poz boy." I slammed my dick in him. There were so many that I had infected over the years, but Cal was the special one for me. There had been something about the way we fit together from the very beginning. Later, we had discovered how we enabled each other’s darkest and most twisted fantasies. "Never gets old fucking you." "Never gets old getting fucked by you," he said. I kissed him. It turned into a long, slow exploration of each other’s mouths, as I continued to fuck the boy. "Love feeling your cock drip inside me," he said, as my cock turned into a leaky faucet of pre-cum. "Dripping that hot poz cum into me," he whispered into my ear. "Fuck," I grunted. "You're getting me close boy." "You still taking meds?" Cal asked me. "Yeah," I said, almost embarrassed. In the heat of the raw fucking, taking the anti-viral drugs seemed almost emasculating. I was denying these young men the very thing their further growth depended on. I was denying myself an essential part of my power, leaving myself less of a man for it. I looked back at JP, on the couch behind me. Seth was lowering himself onto my husband's erect dick. JP had done his blood work two weeks earlier, and his results were even worse than Cal's. He had fewer T-cells and a far higher viral load. He had told me he was thinking about re-starting drugs, just to avoid becoming full-blown quite yet. In the meantime, however, Seth was taking a full front assault with heavy artillery, and unawares, enjoying every second of it. "Seth deserves better than that," he said. "Hell. I deserve better than that. It's been too long since I've had your cum at full strength." "I know," I said. I was jealous of my two men, having one less responsibility in their lives. I was the only one of our small, intimate clan that still had the nightly rituals of pill-taking. Instead, far too often, Cal or JP would take a hit or two from the glass pipe, and head out into the night. Both of them had been regaling me with their stories of guiltless, careless, med-less but drug-laden full-on mansex. "For me?" Cal asked. In the moment, it would be hard to deny him anything he asked for. His hole was tight around my bare cock, and I was feeling generous with all my gifts. "Don't take your pills tonight. "Let Seth get everything that he desires. That he deserves." "Hell YES," I grunted, pounding my cock deeper into Cal's hole. "For you. Tonight. Of course." As I thought about it, it made perfect sense. I had been thinking about taking a break from the powerful medications that held the virus in check, but also did unknown things to my body. I needed a chance to recover. Of course, no longer held in check by the chemicals, my viral load would soon be near Cal and JP's. With Seth needing every load he could get, and me wanting every load to be infected, me having a high viral load seemed like a good idea. "Thank you," Cal said. "Seth is worth it, don't you think." "For sure." My cock was throbbing. I was getting so turned on by the idea of becoming a powerful, diseased man again. It had been so long since I had been able to experience the sheer power of having the virus slowly spread across my body and get distilled by my balls into the toxic fluid that was pozcum. "I want to cum in you," I said. "Fill you with my seed." "I want that as well," Cal said. "I always want your seed." He pulled me in close. "I want your poz seed even more. None of this undetectable stuff. Full strength poz man seed." "Fuck," I grunted. My cock was leaking now, and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold off. "I don't want to cum quite yet," I said. "I want to enjoy this." "You're the boss. Cum when you want. Shoot where you want." "Like I would ever pull out of you," I said. We were silent for a bit and listened to the sounds of my cock pushing into Cal and JP's dick entering Seth. We didn't have to say anything more. Both Cal and I were in agreement about the next steps that needed to be taken. Jean-Paul would agree as well, and what Seth didn't know, well, that would hurt him in the short term. But in the long-term, he would be a better man for it. "Fucking love fucking you." "I wish I were high right now," Cal said. "I wish you dick was coated in crystal powder and you were fucking to get me high." "I know what you like," I said. "Did you get some favors?" Cal asked. "Of course," I said. "More than enough to keep all of us up in the clouds this entire weekend." "That's what I want," Cal said. His cock was hard thinking about it. Over the years, the three of us had partied a lot and it had led to some amazing experiences. This weekend was shaping up to be one of the one we would remember for a very long time. The only risk was that Seth and I had never talked about partying before. It was neither good nor bad; it had just never come up. PrEP had given Seth new courage to explore his desires, and I hoped that would extend to the cloudy, intense world of partying. "Besides, I'm sure Seth is still a light-weight." "I'm not going to make bets. He's been taking raw dick like an experienced pro." "True," Cal said. "I wonder if he's tried it out before tonight?" "Barebacking? Or getting fucked?" I asked. "I know he's gotten fucked before. But I really think this is his first time getting it raw." "All those cocks he made wrap up," Cal said. "All those loads he didn't take," I said. "He's not going to make that mistake anymore." "No. He's not. And he's going to be a better man for it." I pushed my cock deep into Cal. It felt good to be inside of him; my cock was as hard as it ever was and I was dripping pre-cum into my boy. It was moments like this where I felt the most masculine and powerful. But it was tempered by the love I felt for Cal and the need to make him just as happy as he made me. "You're a better man for it." "I am. And I'll be an even better man when you cum in me." "Fucking hungry boy," I said. But my cock twitched and more of my pre-cum dripped into Cal. I wanted to give him my load, but it seemed too early to do it. There was so much more pleasure to be had from fucking him. Unlike me, JP wasn't waiting any longer than he had to. Even from the bed, I could hear the two men talking as their love-making rapidly approached climax. "I want to cum in you again," JP said. "Fill you up with my load." Cal smiled at me. "Seth's gonna get it," he said. "Get a fucking big daddy-load of cum." "Poz cum," I mouthed. I didn't want to scare Seth by saying it out loud, but the young man had another surprise for us. "Do it," Seth moaned, loud enough for all of us to hear. "Fill me with your poz load." "Damn," Cal said, as his ass clenched around my shaft. "Cum in me," Seth continued, giving JP explicit permission to breed his innocent young boy hole. "FUCK," JP grunted. I had heard that noise hundred, maybe thousands of times before. It was the noise of my lover cumming, and he was cumming inside of Seth. "It's hot," Cal said. I had slowed down my thrusts, listening to the noises of the other two men enjoying their masculinity and passion. It was a heady mixture of lustful grunts from JP, soft begging from Seth, and the two men kissing in between. "Seth getting another poz load up there. Is JP still off his meds?" "Yeah," I said. "His numbers are worse than yours." "Fuck man. Seth won't know what hit him." "I think he'll know. And I think he'll learn to love it." From the couch, the grunts and moans had slowed down, and it was now soft kisses between the two men. "Thank you," Seth said. "Thank you for your load." There was a silence, and I thought I heard Seth continue. "Your poz load." My dick twitched. I loved the idea of Seth descending from strait-laced, uptight preppy boy to passionate barebacker to full-blown bugchaser. I wondered if his transformation was real, or if it was just his reaction to the passion and heat of the moment. But before I could wonder any longer, my cock decided it had other plans. Almost involuntarily, my hips returned to their slow rhythm of fucking, and my dick slid in and out of Cal's sweet hole. I looked behind me at Seth and JP. The young man was still sitting on JP's cock and the two men were kissing each other deeply. "Thank you," I heard Seth say again. "My pleasure," JP said, before he kissed Seth again. Assured once more that the two men were enjoying themselves, I turned my attention back to Cal and his hungry boy-hole. "Come on," Cal said. "Seth got two loads from you. Give me one too? Please?" There was the familiar need in his voice; Cal seemed almost addicted to cock and jizz, and even a few days without it would begin an agonizing withdrawal. "Breed me," he grunted. "Of course, boy," I said. My cock was dripping pre-cum into him. It helped, but only semen would satiate Cal. "I know how you need cum." "He's a hungry boy," JP said. I looked to my side, and the two men were standing, watching Cal and I fuck. It was both slightly intrusive, like they were seeing something that needed to be private, but also a huge turn on, that they were seeing something that needed wider exposure. "Give him your load." "Fucking hot," Seth said. He was stroking his cock, still thick and hard between his legs. He had not yet had a chance to get off, and it was clearly the only thing he was thinking about. "Come on," I said. "Join us." I motioned for the two of them to get on the bed. Seth practically jumped up, and was soon kneeling next to me. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. JP was a little slower, but was soon on the bed as well and kneeling next to Cal's head. "You want this?" he asked Cal. Cal nodded, and opened his mouth. JP pushed his dick into Cal, who immediately went to work cleaning off my lover's cock. "Whoa," Seth said, watching the shaft that had just been pounding his ass slide into Cal's mouth. "Fuck." "Yeah?" I whispered into the boy's ear. "Never seen ass to mouth before?" "Just in pornos. He's fucking licking it up." "It's all cum," JP said. "My cum. Jon's cum. Cal's cum. All from up in your hole." "My hole," Seth said, once more reminded just how much he had gotten fucked in the past few hours, and how much cum he had taken. "You've been fucking barebacking my hole." "Yeah," I said. Seth was still staring at Cal licking JP's cock. "You like that?" I asked him. "Fucking intense. Knowing that dick was up my hole just a few minutes ago. And Cal's licking it clean. Fucking sucking on it." "Seems like there's a lot of new things for you tonight," I said. "You enjoying this so far?" I asked. "I am. Fucking hot men," he said, running his hands over my chest and down my stomach. "Fucking hard cocks," he said, as his hand found the base of my cock, right where it entered Cal's body. "Fucking hot sperm," he said, wiping off a bead of pre-cum from the tip of Cal's dick. "Fucking hot," he concluded, before licking his fingers clean. "This is what mansex is all about. Ignoring society. Ignoring what we're supposed to do. Focusing only on what makes us feel good." "I know," Seth said. His body was pressing against mine. His muscles radiated strength and warmth. I wanted to get back inside of him and pound his hole into submission. But there was plenty of time for that this weekend. For now, I needed to focus on my boy, Cal, and his need for more semen. "You going to cum in him?" Seth asked. "Why? You want it?" "Well, yeah. But I think Cal deserves a load tonight." "You bet your ass I deserve a load," Cal said, laughing. "Give it to him," JP said. "The boy needs a recharge. And you need to give it to him." "Almost there," I said. I didn't have to let my mind wander much to find a suitable fantasy. What I wanted was unfolding right in front of me. I was surrounded by three hot men. Two of them I shared a life with and carried their virus in my blood. The third was new, and I was getting to infect him with that same virus. "Fucking wanna cum in that hot hole of yours." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Breed me again. Re-charge me with your sperm." With Seth right there, it was hard to be as open as Cal and I might have wanted about the exchange of fluids and the deadly virus that we carried. "Give me your load." "He needs it," Seth said. Seth's hunger had been only briefly satiated, and he was going to need another load in him very soon, perhaps even before I was done with Cal. "Come here," Cal motioned to Seth. The young man leaned down, his lips locking around JP's cock, directly opposite from Cal's. "You taste your ass on it?" Cal asked. "Yeah," Seth said. "It's hot." "Fucking hot," Cal said. "Fuck boys," I said. No fantasy I could spin would be nearly as hot as watching Seth find his inner pig. I wondered if he'd even try to keep up with PrEP by the end of the weekend, or give in entirely to his depravity. "You're going to get me off." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Cum in me." JP was staring at me, smiling. "Breed him," he said. "Fucking breed our boy." "Breed our boy," I murmured, as I stopped trying to hold back. I slammed my hips forward, forcing my dick right into Cal's anus. I paused for a moment, then pushed a bit harder, sliding a bit deeper into Cal's body. My balls pulled up close and tight, preparing their payload for delivery. "Breed him," JP repeated. "Breed our boy," I whispered. My hips were pushing me deeper into Cal. I was no longer controlling my actions; the only thing that mattered was my dick, and it was driving everything my body did. My brain was just along for the ride. "Breed our boy," I grunted, as I could barely hold back any longer. "Breed me," Cal begged. "Fucking give me your load." Seth had gotten back to his knees, and was watching the three of us intently, almost like he was taking notes on how a threesome had sex. I hoped that seeing us would push him to think about what he deeply, truly wanted. He wanted to bareback, and he was afraid of AIDS. But, that had been the starting point for the many boys I had infected over the years. Seth was unlikely to be any different. "You're going to cum in him, aren't you?" Seth asked me. All I could do was nod. Every other part of my body was preparing for my impending orgasm. "Breed our boy," I said one last time. Given the buildup, I had expected the orgasm to be a loud, explosive event. But instead, it was a quiet, almost intimate affair. My balls clenched, my cock twitched, and a spurt of cum landed deep in Cal's hole. "Breeding my boy," I repeated. The subtle changes were completely subconscious, done in the heat of the moment. My dick twitched again, and more cum landed in Cal's ass. "Fuck yeah," Cal moaned. "Give me your load. Fill me the fuck up."

You may be having trouble because being a picky, demanding bottom is a turn off for a lot of tops. There are plenty of bottoms who will put out for them without the amount of hassle you are generating. Waiting for The 1 is a great way to never get laid. My advice would be to try putting ou for some 0.8s or 0.74s o even 0.62s. You may find that after a good hard ride that you are willing to round them up to 1.

i'd do anything for a hvl load right now.. anything..

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

Just love Sydney in Mardi Gras time. As a pig bottom I spend two weeks in pig heaven with visitors from all over the globe here. It is 6.35 am and I have just got home from a night of getting my mancunt hammered and bred senseless. I started with a hook up off bbrts with a german touro in his hotel. Great slab of uncut cock and he opened me up good with a 20 minute fuck in different positions before he drained his nuts into me. He had to go out to dinner and I was horny so I hit the streets and the hook up site again getting a pom who wanted to breed me but had nowhere to go. I suggested we got to headquarters and we met there - again nice thick uncut cock - and again he dumped a hufe load in me. I opened the cubicle door while he was fucking me and he got turned on by the audience and I hoped the show would provide me with more stiff cock and it did. No sooner did the Pom pull out a white guy with a nice cut cock I had been handling while I was getting fucked, took his place. he really pounded me for 10 minutes and I cheered him on every thrust was great and he too dropped his balls into me. I needed a 10 minute break so I left the cubicle and I could feel raw seed running down the inside of my legs and I knew there was no controlling the pig in me. My senses were on fire. I hit the dark roomn a short while later and got prodded four or five times by tops before they moved onto other bottoms. I don't mind tops having a taste of my cunt as I get a taste of their cock inside me so that is fine. One guy who had a beautiful thick cut cock I wanted so bad resisted all efforts from me to get him to fuck me - he just wanted head so I sucked him right off. He must have been edging for a while because he came a bucket load and I quickly had to swallow half so I did not waste any and I love the tatse of man seed in my mouth. I swirled the other half of his load around in my mouth for a good two minutes before swallowing it. I went to the glory hole section and just propped my cunt up against the wall I just needed cock and seed now and got three beautiful anon fucks and each of them cropped their load in me. I turned and cleaned all three of them up and taste of the cum cocktail in my cunt made me so satisfied. I felt so good in the train coming home. I had a wet spot in the back of my jeans but I had a great night taking beautiful cock and seed all night. I am out again tonight for sure.

The sling gang fuck of Johnny Farrell in Plantin’ Seed2. A pity that guy did so few videos

Maybe a controversial choice but the group scene in Freaks 3 (Wurst Film/Dark Alley). Love guys with Mohawks and the bottom takes poz dick like a champ

Prolapse (Night 2) You’re a sick puppy, I said to myself. After watching the concluding half-hour of the abuse Joey was put through, how could I be stiff as a board witnessing it? At Bar X Duncan stood off to a corner watching the shadow men who’d been aroused by his performance. The first group of men in line for Joey's ass were satisfied with simply fucking the half conscious kid strapped to the fuckbench. It was the few remaining men who lingered around waiting for the room to thin out, that slipped a few extra bills to Mr. X, these last men almost made me crack my nut, sick as that was. I don’t know if Joey had ever taken a fist, but the assembled men, maybe five or six, started testing out what the boy could take. With the first fist he was clearly awake, struggling against his restraints. The men were not gentle but took satisfaction in Joey’s pleas to stop. Several tried double fisting him but they failed in their attempts. The last couple were satisfied to piston and punch fist him, violating him with a good forearm before trading off to the next in line. The lube starting running pink then turned red, before Duncan saw that Joey could be seriously internally injured. He intervened and gave Joey's ass to the last man in line. He was a very thin old man—ninety, a hundred, a thousand year old priest?—practically skeletal. He negotiated with Mr. X and Duncan, giving Duncan a small black bottle and then went over and knelt before Joey’s ass. Crouching on his knobby knees he surgically felt inside the boy. Duncan came over and gave Joey a hit off the bottle the old man had provided. Joey’s head drooped even before the bottle was capped. Duncan sampled a hit. If it weren’t for one of the remaining spectators standing close to him, Duncan would have fallen. The spectator steady him and Duncan stood for a long while enwrapped in a hypnotic daze. The skeleton soon had his fist in Joey going up to his mid forearm when Joey’s head bobbed up and fell again. The old man's rested inside Joey at the crook of his arm. He withdrew it completed and immediately reinserted it. Joey silently opened his mouth, his eyes saucers of black, as the man this time went past the bones of his elbow. Joey breathed rapidly trying to absorb the old man’s thin flesh and bones. The skeleton paused just for a moment to let Joey adjust to the depth he had penetrated, then immediately inserted his other bony hand in Joey’s ass. There was an audible gasp from Joey when the second hand entered. Joey’s head fell. Duncan was again awake and stroke over to give the kid another hit. Joey shook his head emphatically but Duncan whispered sternly in his ear, and held the reluctant boy’s head between his thigh and his hand. Joey surrendered to the inevitable and inhaled obediently first with one nostril then the other. Duncan held this there until the captive took two more hits. The old man waited for Duncan to cap the bottle and step aside, then set the new hand trailing along his first arm. You could actually see the Joey's facial transformation. What was first reluctance then resistance to what the old man was doing internally to him, now Joey was assisting his own impalement. The old man met his new hand with the other deep inside Joey's body. The boy pressed his ass back on the old man's arms, trying to force the man's arms ever deeper. Me moaned and huffed with every inch he pushed and absorbed. At the peak of what his body could take, arms up to the withered biceps, the old man pushed an inch deeper extracting a frantic holler from Joey and then cruelly extracted both hands all the way out at once pulling Joey's innards with it. Joey cried out not in pain but in delirium, as his hole flared open displaying his newly exposed bright red entrails. *** I did as I was instructed. Water, then back on the giant phallus. I was able to take the speed bump and add a last few inches in pure sympathy with what I imagined Joey must have gone through. The video ended with Duncan unstrapping Joey and carrying him either unconscious or simply a crumpled sack of beaten meat with a thick river of spent lube and cum drooling out of his asshole. A final shot of Joey's head buried in the cleft of Duncan's hairy chest. On cue Mr. X and Riggs made their entrance. "Is excellent video, no? Analytics says over seven thousand visits, five hundred downloads in first day," Mr. X chortled, holding out a contract. "Joey will be big star, already have signature from him. This is yours. You sign whenever." He placed his hand on my face evaluating my butt and the distance traveled. "Very good, boy. You come far ways. But now I want to show you what you will be like for me. Not tomorrow but goal for you. Riggs has present for your next step, yes Pig Riggs?" With that, Riggs climbed in the sling, strapping in his legs, spreading open to display his hanging asslips. "What do you think, almost virgin Boy Scout. You see bull cunt like this before?" As an afterthought Mr. X added, "Leave dildo on bed, take up butt plug and come over here. That big plug there." Between pulling out the object and shitting it with my loosened ass muscles, I grunted till the dildo fell out. I went over and picked up the large butt plug Mr. X indicated and then went over and stood next to him. I bent to look at Riggs and Mr. X inserted a few inches of the plug in my ass. He gave an approving snort and I allow him to push it all the way in. "Oh, shit! Thank you, Sir." I examined Riggs' hole while my hole adjusted to the smaller object. "Holy fuck, Sir! I've never seen a hole with hanging flaps like that." "Sit and wheel yourself closer. See full talent of Riggs' hole. Maybe pleasure him while I get preparations going. Poppers to inspire you." Mr. X went to the table and went to work on loading fresh points for himself and Riggs. I took my hit and looked at his full, smooth puckered old man butt. A wave of lust got in me once I capped the bottle. I spread his cheeks and went in to get my first real taste of a man's asshole. I gave a lick to his hanging nutsack and ran my tongue down his taint. He was smooth, clean, but once I got to his sloppy asslips I got a taste of his muskier self. The poppers made me want to get more of that smell so I plunged a finger in him and pulled it out and sucked on it. He let out a cry of delight. What a dirty child I was, he sputtered. His sphincter and colon were softer than I could have imagined. I sucked on the outer flap of skin, every so often slipping my tongue inside as I circle around his hole. Each time I inserted my tongue down his shit chute he gave a loud moan. I used my fingers to spread apart his hole. It was so pliable that every time I spread him apart, it would stay open for a moment and I could see deep inside his cunt. It was bright pink then turned red the farther in I peered. He was pushing to expose more of his colon. I was fascinated how I was in some warped science experiment discovering the extremes of anatomy. This was not a boy's tight butthole like I knew mine to be when we started—how long ago? This was a sloppy pig's, extremely used manhole. I took another hit and began lapping it like a dog. We found a rhythm of him pushing, exposing more hole, and me licking as the next velvety layer of red innards unfolded. His moaning increased. "That's it, lick that rosebud, pig boy," he murmured. His cock, fully erect, bobbed in excitement to what I was doing to him. His hole was cleanly scrubbed and I explored it with my mouth and tongue each petal he was blooming. I felt my own hole open with the new butt plug, smaller than the dildo I had been working with but still big enough to give a charge with each gentle bounce I took on the stool. But what I was sitting on was nothing like what I was seeing. I was envious of Riggs' accomplishment, and anxious for my hole to follow suit. Not tonight, I knew, but I thought with these two men's perverseness, I could easily be guided to follow Riggs' path. Riggs pushed out his cock and I ran my tongue up his balls and up to his cockhead. There was a lot of precum dripping out of him, and I relis,hed the salty taste he was emitting. I kept splaying his ass apart with my fingers and leaned up to suck his cock straight down, trying to swallow as much of his eight inches as I could. I was turned on by him and what I was causing him to do. I wanted to take even more pleasure in him. My dick was hard as I stood up. I saw Riggs was watching me in the mirror, as I used my dick as a teasing stick, running his hole up and down, occasionally pushing in just the tip. "You little fuck," he moaned. "Give me your fuckstick, you back alley slut." I pushed it in, my first feeling of fucking an ass. And what an ass! How soft and giving his hole was. How plush and how much pleasure I felt in my engulfed cock. His hole was a wet crevice that gave absolutely no resistance as I pushed in. I was quickly up to my balls. Mr. X immediately saw what was I was doing, ordered me to get the fuck out of Riggs. "You little deviant shit, we might have to revise your contract, at least add a Top clause. I thought you were total bottom." He was swirling the liquid in the needles trying to dissolve the crystals. "I can see some situations where your talent would be appreciated. Councilman Greggs, I was thinking Riggs." He strapped a tourniquet around Riggs' arm and haphazardly stuck him. "But it's not always going to be about you, boy. Get that in your head. This time is about Riggs. This is how you treat some clients," he said, pulling the emptied needle out of Riggs' arm and snapping off the tourniquet. Riggs raised his arm in the air, his eyes bulged, and he gave out a short cough. "Fuck," he muttered with a blank stare. His pupils were huge. He took me in, trying to focus. "Fuck, I want your little prick back in me." His look was demented, selfishly evil. His lust made my heart race and relieved that he looked incapable of getting up out of the sling. Still something tantalizing remained in his desires. His head fell back onto the pillow. "Please X, let the piece of trash fuck me." "Alright. Only till I'm ready, and if you cum, boy, I'm going to cut off your balls and that will be the first and last fuck you ever have." He stuck himself with the second needle, used his thumb to register, then pushed down his plunger, and went through his ritual of capping the needle in slow motion, then holding onto the slings bars to steady himself. He went to work on Riggs tits. "Well, get your dick in him." Not that I felt turned on, but out of fear of not doing what Mr. X said, I got up and place my semi-rigid dick back against Riggs hole. It easily swallowed me up and with some gentle rocking I felt the pleasure of Riggs velvety ass making me rise to the occasion. Both of them with large black eyes watched me fuck Riggs. When I was confident I wasn't going to fall out, I grabbed the top bar of the sling and began slamming my cock into his silky hole. It felt fantastic pleasing myself and being observed simultaneously by these two very drugged up and debauched men. Steadying himself by holding onto the sling's pipes, he made his way behind me. I couldn't see him but felt him guide my arms down, and pin them behind me. "This is the way you fuck. Arms out of way of camera," he instructed. "Go all the way out and right back in. Let audience see your dick and then slam it back into pig. Could be young boy pig or old fuck like Riggs. Audience for every taste." I fucked Riggs, hard. Mr. X felt up my chest, tweaking my nipples, slithering his forked tongue in my ear, bit my neck a couple of times. His snake hand went down my side until it curved into my butt. He must have forgotten about my plug. "Ah no," he said to himself, a little disappointed. "Okay sit. Observe what you're little tight ass is going to become." I backed out of Riggs, more turned on than ever. I wasn't going to last much longer, so it was probably good to get a break and let Mr. X turn his dark attention on Riggs. Sitting next to Mr. X, I watched him grease up both his hands, and how, with a clench fist, he went straight and smoothly into Riggs. Riggs gave a grunt of pleasure and delight, breathing heavily. His hardon died but he was toying with the soft spongy mound incessantly. Mr. X withdrew his fist and immediately inserted his other. Like a locomotive taking off, his alternating fists started slowly and sure, but soon sped up to rapping Riggs' ass like a punching bag. Riggs looked in agony but spread his legs apart further. His eyes were looking up at the mirror taking in the devastation he was being put through and making animal noises, gnarling deep guttural incoherent words. Mr. X quit abruptly, inserting both hands, palms out into Riggs' hole and stretched with all the power he possessed. Riggs' responded with rapid puffs of breath, his body spasming in tremors, making a racket with the chains. Mr. X encouraged him to push. Where before his asshole had blossomed like a large rose, now those same red petals were turning inside out. Part of his colon was protruding beyond his asslips. "Fuck is that?" I asked, inching closer. "Just wait," replied Mr. X. "Go play with his tits. We're both fucked up. I gave him more than you ever had. The more you distract him the farther you and I can go with him tonight." I was interested in what Mr. X meant by that. I shuffled over to Riggs' side. He looked up at me pitifully, almost blindly. I was ready to start tweaking his nipples, but he asked instead if he could suck my tits. I bent over and at first he slowly nursed them rubbing my back, but as Mr. X quickly turned to his violent punching, Riggs grabbed me around my shoulders and pulled me onto the sling with him. His grip was steel and desperate. The harder Mr. X pile-drove into Riggs' gaping hole, the harder Riggs bit down on my nipple. My yelling only made things worse. Mr. X increased the velocity of his punching and Riggs increased the ferocity of his bite. Whose agony was more intense was a tossup. But again, Mr. X abruptly halted and spread Riggs' hole even farther than before. Riggs, a wild animal a moment ago, whimpered as Mr. X ordered him to push. He grunted out an enormous amount of flesh. I looked up at the cracked mirror, now outside of Riggs' reach, and couldn't believe how much of Riggs' colon lay in Mr. X's hand. With his snake hand, his fingers traced a ring around Riggs' bloated sphincter. Mr. X's other hand held a good six inches of Riggs' colon. "Now you finally make progress, Riggs!" Mr. X seemed to congratulate him. Riggs looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed, both a sound of accomplishment and relief. "Boy, come, feel prolapse." It looked to me like a repugnant red slug, undulating slightly when I touched it. "It's like a turtle, very sensitive, wants to go back inside. But Riggs know it's a special pet, a most sensitive pet that he carries around for me inside. He knows it belongs to me and needs much worshiping." Mr. X picked out a capsule of amyl from his vest, broke it, sniffed and shared it with me. Mr. X knelt before the slug, flicked his tongue around and inside Riggs' prolapse. He grabbed my shoulder and knelt me before it next to him. We started lapping it together, both of us fondling it like a delicious object. Mr. X guide my face to what looked what otherwise would be its tail and told me to put my tongue inside. I did and felt a river of sludge greet me. Crisco and yellowish, pink and brown butt juice oozed into my mouth. I swallowed and stuck my tongue in deeper. "Good boy," encouraged Mr. X. I sucked on it, pulling out more of Riggs, both more of the red slug and more juices. Riggs' guttural mutterings came back as Mr. X encircled his forked tongue around the outside and I explored inside the prolapse. Mr. X put his arm around me and together we worshiped at the disconnected colon of Riggs. The three of were entwined for quite some time, each of us emitting deep satisfied noises of debauched delight. I felt something nasty overcoming me the more I suck down Riggs' juices. I looked over and saw Mr. X watching me. His eyes had lost all color, were black pools staring into me. His hand slick with Riggs' slime, he ran his hand through my hair, slicking it solidly to my scalp. I licked his hand, saw more of Riggs' fluids running down his arm where they had been deep inside. Pink grease and streaks of brown sludge. I ran my tongue up his arm, swallowing fetid liquid that bonded me ever stronger to him. I couldn't help myself. I licked his arm to his bicep, and then, catching a whiff of his armpit, continued till my face was buried deep into the bush of piss and rank odor that he emanated. He caught my head in a vice, but I didn't want to go anywhere. I was happy exactly where I was. His other hand glided down my belly to my dick. He greased it with what was left of Riggs' secretions. He easy aroused me and brought us up both facing Riggs. "This is what I wanted you to wait for, so your first fuck wouldn't be a nice, clean fuckhole but a degenerate filthy prolapse, something most boys never even dream of. Yet here you are, my new initiate." He was going to get me off right there, but he positioned me in front of Riggs’ 'tail' and held it in place while I inserted my very engorged dick slowly into it. Riggs cried out in astonishment, his eyes, also black, looked demonically incoherent up at the mirror and back over to me. He seemed to roll in and out of consciousness. "Fuck me, boy," he teased. "Do what your Scout Master orders. Fuck my blown out cunt, and when the time comes I will do the same to yours." My cock pierced him deeper, but unlike my first penetration of him earlier when he was sloppy and loose, getting inside his prolapse was difficult. I felt like I was pushing it in. While Mr. X held it with slippery hands, the stretch I was giving his already pulled out colon was putting him over the edge and in pain. Or was it ecstasy? This was new and unreal to me, Mr. X was right, I could never have imagined it. Was I hurting him or was it part of the new revelation to me on the connection between pain and pleasure? All I knew I was so aroused in how I felt, in the power I had over this man from whom I wanted only one thing desperately, but felt after tonight we'd never get back the the innocence of auditioning for a part. So, yes, I now wanted to fuck him, to cause him pain. Whether it brought him pleasure too, I didn't care. My need was immediate, superior, utmost. I got a regular stroke going, not too deep to push him in, but enough to keep me aroused. There wasn't any trouble with that. Mr. X pulsing his prolapse on my member was keeping me on edge, short of cumming that I wanted dreadfully to put off. A distraction, one question had been floating in the background for the last couple of hours while the drugs were wearing off. It needed to be asked of Riggs' at his most vulnerable. With my dick starting to rock him harder, I blurted out before I censored, "You were never going to give me the part, were you?" I rocked the sling only slightly harder, but enough to have his prolapse disappear like a sea anemone, taking my cock inside with it. It was unearthly sensation, one over too quickly, but, amazing, followed up by Mr. X's hand following me inside. "Fuck, man," I said to Mr. X, "yessss. Jerk me off inside Riggs. Fuck, that's incredible. Don't stop. Aw, fuck." The three of us were conjoined. Riggs eyes were open but cold and dead as a shark. Mr. X, not enough to owning my cock in another man's ass, was playing with my butt hole too, fingering the plug, pulling it partially out then letting it snap back inside my hole. My senses were overload, and the hanging question I felt Riggs had answered with silence made me spewed a river up his butt. Mr. X increased his rhythmic stroking when he felt me gushing. As he focus his pressure on my cockhead with his thumb, each milking he gave me brought another spurt of cum. He rubbed and rubbed my cockhead. I was flinching but still spewing my seed inside Riggs. He released Riggs and wrapped his snake arm around me tight as an anaconda, and with his other hand extracted the entire buttplug in one tumultuous motion. Without his embrace I would have collapsed. As it was my legs went weak, dangling like a marionette clutched by his arms. I fell out of Riggs' hole, juice and sperm leaking out his ass. I threw my arms around Mr. X's neck trying to regain my balance. He scooped up my legs and carried me like a rolled carpet over to the bed. He lowered me and laid next to me. The snake hand that he'd just had possessed Riggs' prolapse, still heavily greased, now testing my hole. It was his snake hand and I knew where it was headed. He pushed in his cockhead to get his venomous elixir in me. Piss warmed my chute till he was finished. We lay like this until he knew his chems were affecting me. Now I was the one who was shaky. In the semi-darkness, I struggled with reality, I was starting to hallucinate. "Mr. X," I said, "I'm seeing things." "Tell me," he hissed in my ear. "I'm tweaking hard. Strange things, Mr. X, like equations and hieroglyphics. I see them zipping by. I focus on them, they rush ahead so I can't hold onto them." I was shaking again in a drug fever. Mr. X felt me trembling. He pulled up behind me, spooning and providing me with his internal fire. Gripping me forcefully, he provided comfort. He rubbed my abdomen and my chest. "It'll pass, boy, especially once we give you a final booster." "I'm so fucking high, Master. I don't even know how long I've been down here. When are we?" I asked, putting a hand behind me, just to feel someone was really there. "It's Saturday night, boy," he said. "Time we start the real party, yes?" He nuzzled my butthole with his dick. I couldn't help rubbing up against him, no matter how much I was shivering or how much my brain was sizzling, I still craved dick. "Geez, Sir, what have we been doing so far?" "Foreplay," he responded. "Time to modifying you to my liking." Just the tip of his penis entered me. Enough to cause a seal. Slowly I felt a second batch of his warm elixir drizzle into me. I knew by now how I would be in a few minutes. I was a captured insect whose prey continually injects the most intoxicating venom, devouring me alive while holding me as his meal. He finished pissing a few last squirts, he didn't have a lot left in him, but the feeling I now carried inside was enough to alter my mind about resisting another slam.

*** His lack of movement, him just staring at me, melted into an abstraction. I was enraptured by what he'd just done to me, like a deer bewitched by radiant lights on the horizon. It was impossible to process what had happened. All I knew was that my dick tingled; I wanted it again, or, if not that, something other that I knew only he was capable of. If I had just shot my wad with someone else, my mind would be searching for the nearest exit. With Mr. X. I felt the opposite. I wanted more of him, to know more, to discover more, to belong more to him. He was a flame for my thoughts. My mind imagined him practicing taboo and foreign arts. I pictured him overseas, entering exotic ports, each stop adding another souvenir to his body; sucking off a shipmate in some dark alley, both denying the next day anything had happened on shore; an unrepentant mercenary; a defrocked priest; he might have been a wrestler, holding high a championship belt, chest heaving, taunting Spanish at his beaten opponent, shaved, in tights, wearing a black mask. Spinning mind spun tale after tale drinking him in. Mind is a razor blade. He opened my legs, moved in to examine. In the calm of an afterglow, his snake hand ran between my thighs, pushed four fingers into my hole. “Tight,” he murmured in the direction of Riggs who’d long ago collapsed into his own reverie. I looked over at Riggs. I felt a bit of pity. He was shoving the balls that had fallen out of me, now burying the fourth ball into his ass. Mr. X pulled out his fingers and felt the welt Duncan had given me, which seemed like lifetimes ago. “He likes beating?” he asked Riggs in a detached voice. It took a while for Riggs to answer. “Ask him? I think he’s a horny little slut that would do anything for a big cock.” Standing between my legs Mr. X stared at me. “You like to be beat?” It was the first time I clearly saw how formidable he was. His cock had gone down to an impressive swaying eight inches, soft. A tremendous amount of foreskin now hung over his cockhead. There was nothing accidental in how he used his body. I know he had asked a question. I had no idea what it was. His tool's soft foreskin, rolled over my withered dick. “You like to take beatings? I don’t like to ask twice.” “Uh, I uh…” I trailed off unable to figure out how to answer his simple question. No, I did not; yes, if he wished it. “How much did you give him his first time?” Riggs, irritated to have to answer again, lolled his head on the bed, spouted, “Point three, maybe four. Can’t remember. Hard to find a vein. Boy squealed before I stuck him, but’s been loving it ever since, haven't you, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the sensation of Mr. X's foreskin rocking over my balls. There was a tattoo of a screaming mask right above his dick camouflaged in his thick bush. Where the mask’s tongue would be instead was his swaying dick. “Were you in the navy?” I asked Mr. X. “Was I what?” He stared, puzzled. He called to Riggs, “He’s asking me if I was in the navy.” I shook again in a cold fever, my teeth chatter. For a moment I mistook him for my father's older brother, Uncle Glenn. I shivered in a forgotten memory. I felt I was living through a dream with Mr. X, or a flashback with my uncle in his pool, alone, up close in a tub with me, tepid water washing over us, he brushing up against me obscenely. Me having inappropriate thoughts of my uncle. I was lost in the memory, whether it was even true, but I was also here, wanting more of this man's touch. I tipped my torso up to feel the heavy weight of his cock brush up against my shaved crotch. “You fucked up little fucker. You want to come work for me, feel like this all the time?” “Aw, fuck yeah. I want you to feel me all the time.” The words just floated out of me. No meaning, just sounds that I hoped he would like. “I think you’d make a lot more money than working for Rigg Pig, isn’t that right, Mr. Pig?” “Most likely. But I want a finder’s fee for that sweet cunt of his.” “I need a test drive. You okay if I give him another spin?” asked Mr. X. “And what this tat on his ass?” “What?” Riggs asked, now fully coming out of his reverie. He pulled the final ball out of his ass and got off the bed. He took up inspection next to Mr. X. I liked both men checking out my ass, pulling my leg to the side to get a better light. “Oh, that’s his dreamcatcher tattoo.” “I think we cover it up with a black boot. How ‘bout that, kid? Nice big Mr. X boot on your ass, size thirteen stomping you?” “Yeah, and piercing, like yours. And nipples. Big ones,” I blurted. “Maybe eventually. But yours are small yet." He reached up to pull off the tit tubes. "Let me see.” He popped one off. The tit was blue and blistered, but for me pretty massive. He pulled the second tit pump off. I was shocked how enlarged they'd gotten. Each of the men pulled at them. “Maybe small piercings. Maybe a P.A. What do think, Riggs? A little P.A. on this pretty prick?” Mr. X picked up my dick, pinched it to open the piss slit, rubbed a finger over the soft interior skin. He reached over to a leather case on the table, unzipped it and took out one of several steel rods. He licked the rod and spit on my soft dick, slid one of the rods in only slightly and let it fall into my slit on its own weight. The sensation felt close to what his tongue had done to me, and produced in me a low growl. I began to rock in Mr. X's hand. “Hang on. Let’s get you slutted up. Another slam and see what surprises we can get out of you." He pulled out the rod and released my cock. "Wait, what?" The last sentence tugged on an alarm. "Wait. No, no, no, no" I stammered realizing what he had in mind. "I'm so fucked up. I can't even." Riggs completely ignored me. "He's a fast learning, you'll see." To me, Riggs said, "You’re not ready for home yet, are you? Don't you want to stay and play with Rigg Pig and Mr. X?” “I do. Fucking A,” I said, “just...but I don't need to slam again.” He and Riggs went over to the table with hushed voices. “I want to bond with him. Now,” Mr. X whispered to Riggs. “I’m in a sharing mood.” He showed Riggs the needle in his pocket. "This is the Czech shit I brought back. There is nothing purer." "I hear you guys," I said, trying to imagine getting even higher than I was. "Please, I'm shitfaced." “If I can’t finish," Mr. X continued, "you’ll need to do him.” All I could see was Mr. X's ass. As distressed as I was, my attention span was that of a flea. Mr. X removed his vest now stood naked with his back to me. The tail that began at his hand I could now see the detail of how it slid over his shoulder, slithered down his back, undulated with his breath and ended between his cheeks. I admired Mr. X’s broad back, a giant V that ended in a surprising small waist. I loved the dimples on his butt. The tail of the striped snake disappearing. While they quietly bartered, I obsessed how far the snake tail went if I were to spread his cheeks apart. That's all I thought about, spreading his muscular butt apart. “That means we finalize the contract then," whispered Riggs. "You've had three weeks to read through his background.” Their words were distractions I wanted to bat away. I only wanted to dig in to Mr. X’s ass, find out how the snake tail ended. “Contract," however, echoed in the air, buzzing like a fly, raising a modicum of interest. A quiet siren launched, however far back it was in my lizard brain, buried beneath a heavy blanket of static. I remembered I was cuffed. I rattled my arms to see how secured I was. The answer was very secured. “Fine,” Mr. X said, coming toward me wiping his arm with a wet pad. “The paperwork later. I want him now, just in this state. Have him sign it at some point.” Seeing that I was now quietly watching him, he addressed me directly. “Okay, this is what happens. You might remember some of it, probably not all of it, doesn't matter. No, I was never in the navy but I was a medic a long time ago. So, you put yourself in my hands. Okay?” He said over his shoulder, “Secure his head.” I saw Riggs carrying over a belt, which he strapped over my forehead, turned my head, smashing my left ear down into the pillow before I had time to think. When I caught up with what was happening, Riggs secured the belt under the sling and trapped my head sideways looking at Mr. X’s torso. I struggled, but realized escape wasn’t an option. Mr. X bent down, talking into my face. “Like I said, I think you can make a lot of money. In my bar, I have video studio and dungeon in basement. Much more equipped than this," he said indicating Riggs' playroom. "Many friends, too, and financiers and customers. Some not so nice but I protect my property. I specialize in a very select product. My talent also entertains for me, some very powerful clients. Some in government, some in police, some we don't talk about. Riggs convinced me you are a good investment. We are above board, totally legal, legally binding once you sign. And yet to see if we work out together, we need to...bonding,” he said, holding out the needle. He used a wet pad to clean my neck. Then he lay he cheek next to my ear. “Just you and me, Boy Scout. What you say?” he asked. “Riggs can slam if he wants, watch us, film us, hell, join if he wants. But this is our party, and how we know if we have chemistry.” He rose and displayed the needle, gazed at it lovingly, brought it straight to my face. “Exactly one gram of finest crystal. Pure, like you. You won't believe it.” Riggs circled to the other side of the sling, a video camera in hand. He pushed my greasy hair out of my face to make sure none got on my neck or in the way of his shot. “A full gram,” Mr. X continued. “Half of this point is mine, the other half yours. I want us have the best slam of your life, bring you into my world on beautiful magic carpet.” He ran his snake hand over my neck. “Why the neck? Not the neck.” I was as coherent as was possible and trying to be lucid and calm. "Do the arm. Arm's good." “You’re starting to make me think Riggs had it wrong, Boy Scout. Shake no if this is not what you want. I will respect your decision.” I tried, but of course, he knew it was impossible. I snorted and heaved resigned. Snot ran down the pillow. Mr. X came in close, licked the snot. He flickered his forked tongue up my nostrils. His eyes lusted vulgarly. “Your body tastes good, damn good. Mine tastes good to you, too. I see this. We will have good chemistry. I'm sure. We’re going to have the most fun you’ve ever had this side of dead. I promise you.” Directly in my line of sight, all I saw was Mr. X testing his veins. He chose one that was the least bruised, held his needle against it at an angle, stuck it in, drew in some blood causing the clear liquid to turn red. He slowly pushed the plunger down to the .5 marking, then quickly withdrew it and raised his arm in the air. His large torso swayed for a second, then he grabbed the chain violently rattling the it. I thought for a second he was about to bring the whole apparatus down. He let out a roar. "FUCK!" He held tight to the bars, rocking me in the sling. His body quaked. Breathing rapidly, his head bent, he shook again. “Fuck yes!” he hollered. "Fuck boy, come here." My line of sight was now directly facing his rising cock as he bent over me. I steeled myself for what was about to happen. He held the needle, though his hand shook as he felt around on my neck. I tried impotently to plead again, but he bent down and looked into my eyes. He whispered, “You’re not going to fucking believe this sh....” He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes rolled up in this head and he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Fucking hell! Yes!" he yelled, almost a death rattle. He still held onto my neck. He focused intensely on me. “Not a muscle.” He found a pronounced vein, and emptied the remaining contents into my neck. "Now you with Mr. X." Though when he withdrew the point, I felt something cold press against my neck, my eyesight went blind. I heard severe pounding in my ears, but made out nothing in front of me. I heard myself in my mind repeatedly saying "Fuck" as before, but couldn't hear myself speaking. A tongue entered my mouth, his tongue. It was the last thing I could remember. His tongue. I don't know how long I remained suspended, but someone had release my hands. I reached up blindly and felt his nipples. I crushed them and as I did so I felt fiery hands do the same to mine. The sensations of flicking tongue and fleshy tits drew me out of absolute blindness. I coughed several times. At one point, between coughs, I wasn't able to gasp in air. I heard a voice like a dark demon taunting in my ear, “Ride the fucker!” Hearing voices in dark corners, hoots and hollers, cackles and cries, indistinct, unrecognizable words, crazed in lust and mad laughter. As much as I tried to adjust to an unnatural amount of electricity coursing through my body, all I could feel was the rush of pounding in my ears, now in my heart, now in my groin, now in my asshole. My head was released from the belt, someone lowered my legs one at a time. I was falling forward, trying to stand upright, but unable. A moment of weightlessness, then giant arms caught me. Hairy arms. I stroked the hair. Some sort of animal's arms, a beast, strong and powerful, lifted me up, cradled me. A warm chest with a heart beating wildly, my heart beating wildly. I stroked the chest. Warm breasts, strong shoulders. Movement, moving through whiteness, fluorescent lights blinding overhead. Then a switch and darkness fell. Darkness clung to everything. Then falling, descending, lowering much lower than the room I remembered. Now red, burning my skin, feeling electric. The room was black and red. Unable to focus on anything but feeling I was more powerful than I'd ever been in my past life. A back that held me. Running my hand down a back, my other hand running down an abdomen. A hand sliding between my legs. No images, but a sense that the descent had stopped, replaced with being laid out on something soft, fetid, crusted, smelling. Someone moving an arm out and a leg. Another hand coursing over my body, through my legs again, diving into my anus. The room was not coming into focus, though something familiar was. My body felt everything at once: it was a rag doll under someone’s control. Definitely not my control. Whatever took control I knew I wanted. My brain started to form around the words: fuck, fuck, fuck, until I found my voice mouthing it, then vocalizing it. Words in ecstasy. I felt someone lift up my prone torso. Coming into consciousness I saw in double vision Mr. X propping me up on the piss-stained bed. I threw my arms around his neck, frantically feeling up his body, pulling his tits, stroking his hardened cock, felt under his enormous balls, through his legs to his wet, creamy, moist hole. “Stay with me, boy,” he whispered. He slithered his tongue into my ear, then lay me down again and rolled onto me. His erection slid on my stomach as he maneuvered my legs apart. He spread and lifted them, and with one stab, popped the piece of metal on his cockhead into me. His length of shaft felt infinite. The pain I’d anticipated from the bars on his shaft instead created the fiercest pleasure I ever felt. I felt my anus rip apart in heat. Every metal bar rolled over my sphincter elicited another rush of pleasure. I was enjoying each notch as small destructions to my hole. There was no end to him driving ever deeper into me. His girth flayed me open farther than I thought possible, more than the balls that Riggs shoved in me. My hole only wanted to swallow him up. I repeated over and over in his ear to fuck me. My eyes were out of focus but there was a moving light above me. Riggs was up there, somewhere, moving with a camera. I forgot him in an instance. All that mattered was what Mr. X wanted and he wanted to descend into my hole. A voice behind the light prodded me to say what I was feeling. I found words to whimper, beg, demand Mr. X to rip me open, fist my hole, own me, take me, pull me into hell with him. Floodgates opened. A watershed of repression, tabooed yearnings, came flooding out. His massive size hit new depth inside my body. If not for the purple rush coursing through my veins it would not be possible to accept such a demon cock. Ring after ring he penetrated. At the point when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of Mr. X’s metal or flesh inside me, I started urinated uncontrollably. I heard Riggs call out, “Fuck, yes, boy. Look at him fuck the piss out of you! Be a pig I know you are.” I rubbed my hands over my belly, thinking I could feel Mr. X’s cock pound away like a creature ready to break out through my heart. I sucked my piss-covered hands, offered them to Mr. X, but got no response. He was in a delirium of his own, sightlessly fucking. I bucked up against him, pound for pound sharing his fevered pitch. The rhythm of his fuck intensified. He slammed my ass in every way possible. He twisted my body at an angle and fucked away. He growled in my ear frenzied foreign words of lust. I returned the intensity licking inside his ear, licking each nostril. I was facing him, legs in the air. He pounded even harder, slamming deeper, pulling fully out, cum shooting everywhere, plunging right back in, not ebbing a bit as he came. He quivered at his furthest point of penetration, but kept bucking, pulling out then stabbing forcefully back in. His frenzy caused me to gasp in tormented pleasure. He reacted by finally looking at me, ordering me to keep my hole open. I felt the heat of Riggs' camera between my legs. “Hold your ankles,” Riggs directed me. I complied. Repeatedly, Mr. X pushed up his torso, revealing his full eleven-inch torpedo, before driving it back down, balls deep into my gaping hole. Not only had he found a more than will receptacle for his massive tool, but Riggs filming the act inspired me to beg for him to destroy it, to breed me and make me one of his boys. “Convert me,” I pleaded. “I want your toxic cum. Take every swimmer you have. Knock me up, Master X.” “Yes, yes,” hissed Riggs. “That’s it, boy. Invite him to own you!” Mr. X, at his peak arousal, quickened his pace. No longer fully pulling out, but only fucking me with the top few inches of weapon, then without warning, drove the entire fuckshaft deep into me. He repeated this pattern, first a few inches until he felt my hole relax, then punishing me with everything he had. I hollered in pain, and then begged him to fuck me again. This went on until he fell back into a less spastic, more steady rhythm. The intensity was still there in our fucking, but the regularity of it, the hours it felt like we were driving away, lulled me into a fugue state where all I was aware of being was a fuck object. All I knew of the past and what I could see into the future was being fucked by him. I was delirious. More hours passed in this state. I was fucked and rocked until I was sitting up fucking myself on his huge shaft. He ordered me to count down from ten and thank him every time I impaled myself. I forgot the order of things. I tried to remember numbers, gave up and, crazed in desire, I jacked him off with my stretched out colon. Riggs told Mr. X to spread my legs and show him my cunt. I was on all four over Mr. X. Riggs gasped. Mr. X turned me on my side, resumed pounding me, holding one leg in the air. I started bucking against him. I said I wanted to milk his monster, for him to plant his seed in me. I was ripe for him, ready for him to sew in fertile ground. Where these words came from I didn’t know, possibly Riggs whispering in my ear, but they kept spewing from me. Became my words, my intentions. It remained a dark red room, a room of hellish pleasure. Hallucinations of being in a meet market, of being a puppet whose strings had broken, of men sitting in the dark watching me and Mr. X consummate our bonding, blended together. I came back to a semi-consciousness, not knowing how long it had been or what had transpired. I was flattened on my belly, unable to get out from under the enormous weight of someone relentless humping of my ass. I enjoyed the sense of futility and pleasure I was receiving by not being able to resist the cock forced in me. I found the pleasure of giving it up for my Top pushing up against Him, telling Him I was His. I forgot who was in the room. The fucker who was in me, flattening me out, a large figure who pulled out at once, bathed me in cum and returned inside me to pump out what remaining orgasm he had. He didn’t stop but continued to hump, first a dry hump between my butt cheeks, and then with my prodding and maneuvering him to reenter, and again I felt his tip spewing warm ejaculate at my entrance, warming my crack, and then stabbing me once again to make sure all his cum was received in my bowels. He paused, my guts warming up to a now familiar afterbirth of urine, feeling my entire tract fill with liquid waste, until finally I leaked and wet the bed beneath me, dripping with another man’s piss. This latest chem piss, I knew I was going to black me out, ramping up, in my unconsciousness, an even greater lust that nothing could slake. The figure rolled off. It was day, maybe afternoon I saw from the window. Time was only a vague changing of light. I saw a hazy figure of hanging nipples, piercings I tried to reach up and tug. Another cock was offered and I greedily sucked it. As I sucked, I said with my mouth full, it tasted of shit and cum. “It’s good,” I murmured. There was some deep laughter, and then I felt another stiff dick enter me. Arched to suck the one man in from of me, I felt the second man twist my pelvis so I was upright on all fours. My ass was slapped and fucked, and I moaned and thanked whoever was in me. I was told to turn around, and the man I sucked was now fucking me, someone larger and almost painful, but it provided me with such infinite bliss to have my hole used by this nameless satyr. I reached back and felt his fur-covered legs, reached under and felt his heavy, slapping balls. I pushed my genitals back in order to have my Satyr spew some of his leakage on me. I felt a bit of ass juice running down. I caught some and rubbed it over my puny nub. It felt incredible yet I knew I was infinitely years away from cumming. The Satyr pushed my face into the crotch of the other to suck his cock. The cock was large but only semi-erect. I did my best to provide him pleasure, but suddenly my mouth was flooded with piss. He instructed me to drink it, to suck it all down. I drank, but his piss was endless. My head down, he pissed his remains over my head, which ran down my back. A puddle formed on the bed with my face in the middle of it. My Satyr yanked my legs up so I fell into the puddle. The man in front rubbed his piss into my scalp. My Satyr lay on top of me, now humping slowly, his mouth next to my ear. “Suck the piss out of the mattress. This is where I'll keep you.” With slop in my mouth, he flipped me around so we could taste the mixture of piss, cum and ass slime together. I wrapped my legs around my Satyr, pulling him into me. Feeling my inner thigh slide along his hairy legs, my feet gliding down his legs to his feet. Only they weren’t feet, they were hooves, cloven hooves where his feet should have been. “Let me take you,” he growled. “Let me have your body. Surrender to me.” I wrapped my legs against him again, not letting my ass separate from him as I felt his cockhead bulge. He slowed only for a moment to pop one of his huge balls into my canal, then the other. “You take my knot. You need your reward!” A lava of cum scorched out of him. My matted hair, his sagging breasts, his gap tooth gums chewed on my tits. I reach down and felt his dried rutting mat of hair between my legs scrubbing against me like sandpaper over my useless nub. As he flooded me to the point I gushed out between and around his mountainous member, I came with him, limp dick but shaking in orgasmic delight. The scorch of his cum oozed out of my hole, burning its way down my legs. He lay inside me for minutes or maybe it was hours. I couldn’t say. I didn't want him to leave my ass. It was quiet. Everything was bathed in red light. Every so often he would spasm within me. Always hard, always leaking down my leg, I was so filled with him inside me. It would take a long while for us to unwind.

I've been fucked by quite a few homeless guys. Denver has a huge population of them and a lot a hot young ones, early 20s drifters. Give them a pack of cigs or some weed. Most of them are "straight" but wanna nut in something lol.

Yes. In my case, and this isn't a PC statement, it's a racial thing. I love submitting my white mouth for use by black cock. And if the talk dirty and nasty and use racial slangs, I'm in heaven.

Breed me with pure aids and then snuff me

Probably 8 hours later Alex came down to get Rocky and I. Both of us were dehydrated as fuck, but otherwise okay. Looking out the kitchen window, I realized it was really late afternoon. Dad came in and said that we had had enough, "And Cheyenne has to be in good shape by tomorrow, so no more medicine. In fact, get him some vitamins and sports drinks so he can crash." Alex got everything that was needed, and by nightfall I was crashing hard, as was Rocky. I didn't feel the greatest, but Dad sent for me by way of the strange servant guy. I followed him into Dad's office. "So, do you want to become one of my sons?" He asked. "Sure, but what are the steps?" Was my simple reply. "Well, you still have a few months of high school to finish, and clearly you can't be coming here every weekend. There is a six month pledgeship before I decide for sure if you're going to become part of the family." I told him that I was sure that I wanted to try it, so we cut a deal. First, I was to come to Atlanta once per month and be with him and his boys, second, I was to spend spring break there, and finally, I was to be fitted with a chastity cage and was not to engage in any sexual activity other than with him or the boys. It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. "One last thing," he said, " you will become HIV positive" during your pledge period. All of my boys are positive and so am I. You will earn the biohazard tattoo before you fully join." I was dumbfounded. Why on Earth would I want a deadly and incurable disease. He saw the look on my face, "Boy, it's how we bond. All of my boys have my DNA in them and you will too. In fact, you might already. If you get a sudden flu in the next few weeks, call Rocky or Alex, they'll know what to do." He dug around his desk and finally found the papers he was looking for. "Here is a contact list for me and everyone of my sons. If we shake on this, tomorrow morning before you leave, Rocky and Alex will take you to shop where you will be measured and get your cock cage put on. The key will stay with me here in Atlanta. It will be about two sizes too small to emphasize that your cunt is your primary sex organ and that your dick only causes you discomfort." I was about to shake with him, "Oh, and two last things, notice that Rocky and Alex have no body hair. I expect yours to be off tonight, especially around that tight cunt of yours and get some jock straps. I don't want to see your caged dick anymore than I have to. Secondly, and most important: I see that you have noticed Jason. He is the servant here. I am sure that you have noticed that he is somewhat different, almost feminine. He was one of my boys a few years ago, but he started selling drugs to guys he didn't know, which almost got us busted, and was also having sex outside of the family. He was given two choices: either repay all the money I had spent on him, including his college tuition, or loose his balls. He chose to give me his balls and now works here as my servant." I was taken aback! This man meant business for sure. Bit, seeing no other way to go to college, and fuck did I enjoy the sex, I shook his hand. I was now a pledge. That evening, I went back to Rocky and Alex's apartment. They helped me shave all of my proud boy hair off. By the time they were done I was as smooth as a baby. I looked at Alex, "how do you guys stay so big" I asked. Alex looked at me, "We are in the gym, with Dad's other boys five or six days a week, plus we use steroids. You will too once your pledge period is up. It makes you so fucking horny that Rocky and I have been fucking each other every night for five years. But, that's about to change as Dad wants Rocky to become more of a bottom, so he is gonna be kept locked just like you until he changes." With that he helped me wash off the last of my body hair, and asked, "Lil bro, ya wanna cum one last time before tomorrow morning?" "Sure" And with that, he summoned Rocky in to give me a blow job. Here I was, an 18 year old kid getting a blow job from a cock locked 23 year old stud. It only took me a few minutes to cum and we went to bed. The next morning, we got up and had a passable breakfast of leftover pizza. Then we went to the shop that Dad had mentioned the day before. The guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were there for, and took us straight to the back. I was measured and in less than five minutes I was wearing a stainless steel cock cage, that just as Dad had promised, was too small. It even had sharp points in it to make it even more uncomfortable if you can believe that. We then went into the front and a butt plug and dildo were retrieved for me by Rocky and Alex. "Dad said you are to fuck yourself with this at least every other night, and sleep with this plug in every night" Rocky said. With that, we left the store. No money ever changed hands, but I'm sure that it was billed to Dad. As I got in my truck to head home, Alex said " the next two weeks are gonna be the hardest. After that the cage will be second nature to ya." Fuck, I was going to go through a two week withdrawal period from jacking off, something I'd done twice a day nearly every day for the last seven years and I wasn't going to be back to see my brothers until the period was over. This was going to suck like hell. But, I got in the truck and made the three hour drive home. End of part two. Will continue with part three.

As Alex ate my cunt, Dad watched and carefully gauged my reactions. Then, without warning, he looked at Alex, " Go take care of your brother over there, he looks like he needs it." I looked over and Rocky was mesmerized by the porn with a huge fucking dildo that he was working in and out of his cunt. His jock was soaked through with pre cum as his caged cock leaked like a sieve, just as my uncaged, but shriveled cock was doing. Dad lined up in front of me, looked me in the eyes, and said, " Ready for me to mark my territory, boy?" "Yessir" I enthusiastically replied. Rubbing his cockhead against my hole, our eyes locked, Dad slowly slipped in about half way. Then he took two fingers, wiped some of my pre cum from my cock, wiped it onto his spit covered cock and slammed his daddy meat balls deep. I was in heaven. Glancing over, I saw Alex brutally grab the dildo from Rocky's hand, pulled it out with one fell swoop, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go. Rocky just moaned as his eyes trolled back. "You like that, don't ya bro?" Rocky just whimpered a feeble "Oh yeh" in response. The fucking went on for both of us for a good hour or more, then Dad went rigid, "You want my seed, son?" I looked him dead in the eyes and nodded. Dad began to thrust harder, had this possessed look about him, but never broke eye contact. Suddenly he began to shout "Fuck boy, you're taking my seed" over and over. After a minute he just stopped and pulled out. Grabbing the plug that he had taken out of me earlier, he reached for the now familiar bag and added some more shards. "No Sir, I think I am high enough" I told him. "Not nearly high enough for what I have planned for ya, son" and with that he slammed the plug straight in and walked off to join Rocky and Alex. I could feel the now familiar burn and started to sweat profusely again. I was watching Alex fucking Rocky. Dad was over there tweaking Alex's nips. "Cum for me boy" Dad ordered Alex. Immediately Alex went rigid and it was clear he was blasting jets into Rocky just as Dad had ordered. Even in my drug induced haze I thought that was amazing that Alex could cum on command. "Pull out boy, and lap that seed up." Dad ordered Alex. Alex knelt down and began to lap at Rocky's cunt like a dog at a food dish. Rocky obliged him by pushing as much out as he could. Then Alex came up and gave Dad a big cummy kiss. " I love the taste of my boys" Dad said as he shot a glance over at me. Then, out of nowhere, the odd looking guy reappeared. He had a bowl of ice water. Dad looked at Alex, "You know what to do..." Alex didn't have to be to twice. He took his magnificent dick and put it in the ice water to shrivel it down, which was almost instantly. Then the cage was replaced on his now soft cock. The odd looking guy came over to me after Dad had whispered something into his ear. I was unruffled and helped out of the sling, but the plug was left in place. I was brought over to join Rocky, Alex, and Dad. The funny looking guy had brought down water for us and I drank rather greedily, not realizing how thirsty I had become. Rocky suddenly announced to the group that he had to piss. Dad looked at Alex, "Grab me a catheter and one of those special plugs." Alex wondered off to grab something from the other side of the room. "No Dad, please not that," implored Rocky. Dad looked at him, " Around here we don't waste, now get back in that sling for a second." Alex reappeared with a catheter and a very large plug that had a hole on the end that you insert with a tube running from it. Dad took the plug from Alex and handed Alex the key to Rocky's cage. Alex removed the cage, lubed the catheter and slowly began to insert it up Rocky's cock through the split in the front of his now removed cage. Suddenly, a little spurt of piss flew out. Alex clamped off the catheter and reattached the cage over Rocky's cock. Meanwhile, Dad had lubed up the funny looking plug and had added a few shards for good measure. It was much larger than the one that was in me. Dad inserted the plug slowly into Rocky who was moaning like a bitch in heat. Looking at me, Dad said, "Recycling is good for ya. His piss is loaded with chess, and no matter how much he might fight it, Rocky knows he is gonna be a lot higher in less than five minutes. Probably so high that he won't be able to stand for a while." Just then, Rocky's cunt gave way and the plug slipped right in. Alex had already grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed Rocky's hands so that he couldn't remove the plug. Dad connected the catheter to the tube coming from the plug and then opened the clamp. As Alex and Dad were talking about some bench that Dad wanted, I watched as Rocky began to sweat and then his eyes just glazed over as he breathed really hard and stared almost hypnotically at the porn that was playing. Alex wondered off to get the bench that him and Dad had been talking about. I looked at Dad, "Is Rocky gonna be okay and what's going on with him?" Dad replied, " Rocky has a beautiful cock, but I need more of my boys to be good cunt boys. His piss is running right into his cunt right now as fast as he is making it. That piss has a shit ton of the medicine that I gave all of ya'll in the syringes, so he is getting higher and higher as it absorbs into his gut." "Well, I really need to piss too, but it don't want to be plugged like that" I replied. "Don't worry son, that's more advanced training for him to learn pleasure from his cunt. Maybe you'll get there one day. But in the meantime, piss into this bag." Handing me a plastic bag with a tube attached, I took the bag and moved my jock over and started to piss. Holy shit! I must have pissed a half gallon of brownish-yellow foul smelling chem piss. "Smell it" Dad ordered. I did... It reeked. Taking the bag from me, Dad closed off the catheter snaking from Rocky's cock cage. He disconnected the hose from the catheter to the plug and attached the hose to the one coming from the bag I had just filled. Rocky was so out of it all he could do was shake his head and mouth the word "no" but it was to no avail. Dad even sprinkled a few crystals into the bag and then open the clamp. My piss was no flooding Rocky's gut. Dad handed the bag to me and told me to hold it high while it emptied into Rocky as he went over by Alex and the strange looking bench he had brought over and set between the slings. After talking to Alex for a minute, Dad came back over to me and took the now empty piss bag out of my hand. He removed the tube from the bag and reattached the catheter from Rocky's cock, then reopened the clamp. Rocky was so spun he was damn near paralyzed. Dad ordered me to go over by Alex at the bench. This bench was weird looking. It looked like a weight bench in that it was inclined at a 45 degree angle for the back, but the base that you would sit on was more like a toilet seat. The bench also had a cross beam about 2/3 of the way up. The whole thing was attached to cables that allowed it to be raised or lowered. "Climb aboard" Alex instructed. Having no clue what this was for I agreed. Dad walked up and mumbled something to Alex who then walked off. Dad strapped my arms to the cross beams, my legs to the sides, and shoved a small leather covered pillow under my head. "Now we are going to see just how suitable you are to becoming one of my boys. My problem is that you boys are trained to fuck with your cock, when in reality, I need you to be able to use your cunt. That's the mistake I made with Rocky. I let him to continue to use his cock way too much and now he needs remedial lessons, as you can see he is getting now." I was terrified and had no clue what was gonna happen. Dad got up and walked over to a switch on the wall. Activating it, I was raised a good three feet off the floor. "I'm gonna give you the best time of your life if you'll let me tonight and I will be able to see if you're going to be a suitable match. You're gonna take my fist, boy." "Did you get what I needed?" Dad asked Alex. With a grin, Alex showed Dad a full syringe and a small brown bottle whith a devilish grin. "Good, now grab me the lube and a chair." Alex set the syringe and the bottle on a small table next to me and quickly grabbed a can of vegetable shortening and a chair. Dad sat down in the chair and removed my plug, which was much smaller than his hands. Alex grabbed the small brown bottle and moved around behind me. Dad put some lube on his hands and started to work his fingers into my cunt. One by one they slowly slipped in. "Damn, you're tight boy" was all that he kept saying. Sometimes Dad would look at Alex and nod. When he did the small brown bottle was brought down in front of my nose and I was told to inhale deeply. This only made my cunt relax more which Dad took full advantage of. Then we hit an impasse; my hole just wasn't willing to open up enough to accommodate his hand. "Grab me the bag" he ordered Alex. Alex grabbed the bag and dad dipped his lube covered fingers in. Then he put those fingers back in my hole. The burn was intense, but I opened up a bit more. Still not enough. "Guess that we're gonna have to go with the nuclear option" Dad said to Alex. "Boy, this is gonna be intense, but you gotta stay with me. You are about to be slammed with half a gram. You're going to be as spun as Rocky over there, but just ride with it. After you cough I am going to put my hand all the way into ya. You might cum, you might piss, but just go with it." Alex already had the tourniquet around my right bicep. He slipped the vein with alcohol. "Look at me" Dad ordered. I looked away from the needle. My arm had already been freed from the cuffs. Raise your arm Dad ordered! I did, and my chest heaved, I coughed so hard I thought my lungs were going to come out of my chest. All of a sudden my tiny t dick started blasting piss all over Dad. All I could do was mutter gibberish. Then I felt it. Like I was taking a huge shit, but backwards. It only took about a minute, but my hungry cunt had swallowed Dad's hand completely. Alex held the small brown bottle under my nose again as Dad worked my cunt. All of a sudden, I felt uncontrollable spasms in my cunt. Fuck! I was cumming... And hard too! I couldn't believe my soft cock was blowing cum like a geyser. "Looks like ya'll found the perfect bro" Dad said to Alex. "The boy won't need much training, that's for sure." Alex responded. Dad continued to fist fuck me for quite some time. Toward the end, his hands got tired and Alex took his place wrecking my cunt. Dad returned a few minuted later with a catheter and a large plug like Rocky had. "Wasn't planning on using this tonight, but I think he is ready" Dad said. Alex concurred and took his hand out. The bench was lowered, I was taken off and strapped back into the sling next to the spun out Rocky. The catheter and plug were inserted into me, just as into Rocky, only that my plug had a three way attachment. One was connected to my catheter, the other two to the two bags Dad and Alex had been filling over night. All three were attached and the valves opened. The intense burning started again, but this time it was followed by being full as hell. Now I knew why Rocky didn't like this, but like him, I was too spun to object. Alex and Dad left us and went upstairs.

Fucking hot, love to go to a party like this...

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…