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No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

SHACKLED AND SHAVED (Part 3) Brandon lay on the bed, blind. He heard the door close, so he guessed that Mitch had left the room. He thought briefly about removing the blindfold but remembered that there were a couple of security cameras in the room. He figured it would be best not to disobey Mitch. The eighteen-year-old’s young mind was in turmoil. He wondered if Mitch was right. Was he really meant to be a submissive slut? Mitch was right that he was a pretentious asshole to most people. He took advantage of everyone he could, always trying to manipulate them into doing what he wanted, but never just coming out and asking for things directly. He often even treated his boyfriend Aiden badly, trying to see how much Aiden would put up with before standing up for himself. Was it because deep down he wanted to finally push someone so far that they would push back and put him in his place? Brandon’s introspection was cut short when loud pulsing trance music suddenly filled the room. Instinctively he tried to look around, forgetting that he was blindfolded. He wasn’t sure how long he lay on the bed listening to the music. The music seemed to be a continuous mix of several songs flowing into one another and then back again. Eventually he felt his body getting warm and tingling. His skin was sensitive and the feel of the smooth sheet on his back became more intense. Brandon had done Ecstasy a few times before while partying in high school, so recognized its effects. As the drug kicked in, Brandon started rubbing his hands over his body in time to the music, enjoying the sensation of being touched. His left hand strayed down to his dick, which had softened while he had been thinking. The hood was back up covering the head, but the shaft was still a little plump. He ran his fingers through his small patch of pubic hair, then over his dick, and fondled his small fuzzy balls. “You don’t get to play with yourself without permission Boy,” yelled Mitch into his ear as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled it off his genitals, “I guess you need some help controlling yourself.” A pair of hands slipped under his shoulders and pushed his back up off the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, Brandon felt Mitch’s muscular arms slide under his own arms and wrap around his chest from behind. The slim boy was easily lifted up off the mattress, swung around and set back down a couple feet away on his feet. The volume of the music decreased to a level where voices would still be heard over it. “Stand on your feet Boy,” said Mitch from behind him. The muscular arms slid out from around his chest and then down his arms. Large strong hands grabbed the boy’s smaller hands and raised them up over his head. Mitch’s fingers intertwined with his and Brandon felt the man’s hairy chest press up against his back. A scratchy beard brushed against his neck and he felt the man’s hot breath blowing into his ear. The E was really starting to kick in and Brandon could not resist swaying to the music and grinding his ass back against the large leather clad bulge that was pressing into his lower back. As he started to lose himself to the music, the drug, and the feeling of rubbing back against a man that was taking control of him, he felt cold metal pressed against his wrists. The next thing Brandon knew, Mitch stepped away from him, but his arms and hands remained raised above his head, held in place by shackles attached to the ceiling. “You can continue to dance Boy. Show off that hot naked little body of yours. It pleases me to see you embracing your sexuality,” said Mitch from behind him, but still close to his ear. *** After Mitch had left the room, he had turned on the sound system and keyed in a trance mix on his smart phone that was synced to the basements sounds system. He nodded at Dustin, who was waiting in the main playroom outside Brandon’s ‘cell’, which also doubled as the wet room for piss play. Dustin sprung into action and started moving all the supplies that Mitch had prepared into Brandon’s cell, along with two bright directional lights and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He adjusted the camera so that it would have an unobstructed view of the bed and an area next to the bed where Mitch indicated. Dustin was thirty years old, but still very much a twink. He was 5’10” and weighed about 130 pounds. He had short light brown hair and almost no body hair. Mitch had met Dustin about ten years ago through Rentboy. Dustin had already been poz by the time he met Mitch, so Dustin had never fully been Mitch’s Boy in the way Mitch intended to possess Brandon. Still, Dustin was one of Mitch’s regular slave boy fuck buddies. Dustin really got off on Age Play and liked to pretend he was underage if he was in the submissive role, or if he and Mitch were playing with a younger twink, Dustin liked to roleplay as an older brother. Dustin also happened to be deaf, which was useful in situations such as this since Mitch and Dustin could communicate through sign language as Mitch had made a point of learning the language after meeting Dustin. After Dustin had all the supplies set up in the room, Mitch returned and stood over Brandon watching the blindfolded boy lying on the mattress. The boy was definitely starting to feel the effects of the E and was well on his way to starting his trip. When Mitch saw Brandon start playing with his cock and balls, he signed to Dustin, “Get the shackles ready, I’m going to stand him up.” “Yes Daddy,” signed back Dustin then got the wrist shackles out and used a safety release snap to attach them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Once Mitch had Brandon’s hands up over his head, Dustin quickly and expertly attached the shackles to the new boy’s wrists then adjusted the chains to make sure they kept Brandon’s arms stretched up. As Mitch was whispering into Brandon’s ear, Dustin picked up the leg shackles and stood in front of Brandon anticipating the next order from Mitch. Brandon did as Mitch suggested and continued enjoying his E trip by dancing to the pulsing hypnotic music. He pulled lightly against the shackles while he gyrated his hips and rolled his torso. He enjoyed the slight sting as the shackles dug into his wrists. Mitch smiled as he saw how much Brandon was enjoying displaying himself and showing off. Once he was sure the Boy was completely engaged in his trip, he hit pause on his phone to silence the music. “Okay, Boy, stop dancing and stand still,” he ordered Brandon. Brandon was disappointed and didn’t want to stop at first, but reluctantly did. Mitch walked over to where Dustin had laid out several floggers and straps and picked up a split leather strap. He walked back and smacked it twice across Brandon’s white ass, causing a bright red strip to quickly develop, “Aren’t you forgetting something Boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” said Brandon as the sting of the strap reminded him that he had not acknowledged Mitch’s order. “Good Boy. Every time you forget to call me Sir, Daddy, or Master, when you should, you will get spanked. The implement may vary but you will get spanked. Also each time you fail in this most simple of tasks, the punishment will double. So this time you got two since this was your second offense. Next time it will be four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now again, stand still,” ordered Mitch. “Yes Sir,” responded Brandon as he stood upright. Mitch stepped up behind Brandon and used his booted foot to slide Brandon’s legs apart until they were the desired distance apart. Then Mitch stepped back and nodded to Dustin, who quickly and expertly secured the ankle shackles to the walls and attached them to Brandon’s ankles. Dustin then picked up an electric hair trimmer from where the supplies were laid out and again stood ready in front of Brandon for the next order from Mitch. “Okay Boy, I’m going to be removing all your body hair, first getting the longer hairs with a trimmer and then shaving your entire body from the neck down. So, unless you want to get cut up a lot, you will remain still, especially in the area where you feel the shaving being done. While you are being shaved, I will be asking you some questions. You will answer me as best you can. Feel free to elaborate and tell me as much as you can about the topic of the question. Some of the questions may be difficult, its okay if you don’t know an answer or ramble on, but you will not lie to me. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon, more concerned about the questions than the shaving. He and Aiden had shaved each other before. It was not something they bothered to do all the time, but they had enjoyed rubbing their naked hairless bodies against each other. Mitch nodded to Dustin, who immediately clicked on the trimmer and started to work on Brandon’s arms, starting at the top and working down the stretched out boy. “Have you been fucked before Boy?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. I’ve let Aiden fuck me a couple times. He really doesn’t enjoy fucking me and has trouble staying hard when he fucks me, Sir” answered Brandon. “So then you mainly fuck him when you have sex?” asked Mitch. “If we are fucking Sir, then yes. But most of the time we have sex we just exchange blow jobs or jack each other off, Sir,” answered Brandon. “Do you use condoms when you fuck?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. Both Aiden and I always practice safe sex, Sir,” said Brandon. “So you’ve never felt a bare cock up your ass?” asked Mitch. “No Sir, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom,” said Brandon adamantly. Mitch motioned to Dustin to step back, then delivered four swats to Brandon’s ass, “You forgot to say Sir.” Brandon cried out in pain and struggled against his the chains as he tried to turn his ass away from the blows. “Sorry Sir,” he finally responded after he had recovered the shock and pain of the strap. Once Brandon was settled back down, Mitch again nodded and Dustin resumed trimming Brandon’s body hair down to where it would be easy to shave. “Have you had sex with anyone besides Aiden?” asked Mitch. “No, but I’ve wanted to Sir,” said Brandon. The E was making it easier to admit his secret desires. “Why didn’t you then?” asked Mitch. Brandon hung his still blindfolded head, “Cause I was scared, Sir.” Brandon shivered and Dustin reacted quickly to keep from chopping the boy’s soft skin with the clippers. Just as Mitch was about to ask a follow up question, Brandon answered it, “I was scared people would think I was a slut, Sir.” Mitch stepped behind the shaking twink and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Dustin had not been paying as close attention to Mitch as he should have been and it took him a second to stop trimming Brandon’s hair when Mitch wrapped the boy up in a hug. Mitch spoke softly into Brandon’s ear, “Do not ever think there is anything wrong with being a slut. It is what you were born to be. Anyone that thinks less of you for being yourself isn’t anyone whose opinion matters.” Brandon pressed his body back against Mitch’s. Being hugged on E felt so good to him, and the man’s words were what he needed to hear. He was also so high that he did not even wonder how his legs were still being run over with a set of clippers when Mitch first hugged him. Mitch released Brandon and stepped back around to the front. “Have you and Aiden ever done anything kinky before like bondage, spanking, or piss play?” asked Mitch as Dustin resumed using the clippers on the boy’s legs. “No, Sir, but I have watched some bondage and spanking porn on the internet a few times, Sir,” answered Brandon slightly embarrassed to be admitting that. “What drugs have you done so far?” asked Mitch. Brandon took a minute to think then answered honestly, “Pot, E, whip-its, cough syrup or dexing, and Oxy, Sir.” He tensed as he expected Mitch would be angry at him for all the drugs he had tried and would punish him, but no blows were forthcoming. “Good, at least you are adventurous in one aspect of your life,” said Mitch. Dustin had finished removing all the longer hairs from the boy’s arms, arm pits, chest, pubic area, and legs, so he turned off the trimmer and started preparing the shaving cream and higher end disposable razors for the next task, while Mitch began running his hands over Brandon’s body. He started at the top, lightly stroking the boy’s body all the way from his hands, which were shackled above his head, to the boy’s shackled feet. As Dustin got busy shaving off the last remaining bits of hair, Mitch continued questioning Brandon. Mitch was able to get Brandon to admit that he was attracted to older men and that he did not flirt with them only to get booze, but also because it excited him when older men lusted after him. He had always been too scared though to go beyond flirting, again scared that people would think less of him. Once Dustin had finished shaving all the body hair off of Brandon, he wiped the boy down with a wet cloth then stepped back and waited for further instructions. Mitch inspected Brandon’s hairless body. The eighteen-year-old twink looked even younger once he was completely hairless from the neck down. The boy’s hairless cock was soft, mainly due to the effects of the E, and was so small that Brandon looked like he might not have started puberty yet. “Do you need to take your morning piss Boy?” asked Mitch as lightly stroked the boy’s smooth chest and teased the small dime sized pink nipples. Brandon nodded vigorously as he answered, “Yes Sir!” “Are you thirsty too?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir!” answered Brandon. Mitch pointed to the large bottle that was on the floor next to the shaving supplies. Dustin quickly retrieved the bottle and held it under Brandon’s small cock. Mitch nodded and pointed to Brandon’s tiny cocklet. Dustin grabbed the boy’s cock, pulled back the foreskin and held the bottle in position to collect the boy’s piss. Mitch stroked Brandon’s hair as he said, “Okay Boy, go ahead and piss. It’s okay.” “Yes sir,” said Brandon as he relaxed and started releasing his morning piss. Dustin directed the boy’s piss into the bottle. Once Brandon had drained his bladder, the bottle was nearly full. Dustin shook the last few drops of piss out of the boy’s cock then handed the bottle to Mitch. “Good Boy,” said Mitch. He then grabbed a fistful of Brandon’s sweaty blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back. “Now open your mouth,” he ordered. Brandon was not so far gone on the E that he didn’t realize what was about to happen. He briefly thought about protesting or trying to resist, but he knew he was shackled by his wrists and ankles in a cell and completely at the mercy of Mitch. So he scrunched up his face and reluctantly opened his mouth. Mitch’s hand released its grip on his hair. Brandon waited for the piss, but instead his freshly shaven ass was assaulted by the strap. Eight sharp blows set his ass on fire. “Now, let’s try this again. Open your mouth Boy,” said Mitch. “Yes Sir,” said Brandon, upset at himself for having screwed that up again. He opened his mouth. He felt the rim of a plastic bottle press against his lips, a moment later, his own hot piss started to pour into his mouth. While he had never fantasized about or been particularly interested in golden showers or piss play, it did not completely freak him out. He found that the taste wasn’t repulsive and that he could handle it. When his mouth was full he gulped it down, but Mitch tilted the bottle and pour some more out while he swallowed so the piss ran down his chin and onto his body. Brandon figured he would get punished for spilling any of the piss so he quickly opened his mouth and gulped down another mouthful. He ended up downing three full mouthfuls and had a considerable amount of piss spill down his face, chest, stomach, crotch and legs before the bottle was empty. “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he handed the bottle to Dustin then moved behind Brandon and again started stroking the boy’s body, giving the tripping boy the physical stimulation he was craving. Brandon couldn’t help himself and pressed his body back against the older man. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the large leather bulge he felt behind him. Mitch ran one hand down Brandon’s smooth chest and taunt stomach. He ran his fingers over the boy’s freshly shaven pubic area. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Mitch used one finger and his thumb to stroke the boy’s small flaccid penis. Despite the effects of the E, Brandon’s cock quickly grew hard. “Despite a few slip ups, you’ve been a good Boy. Now you get a reward. You better enjoy this, cause its the last time that little cock of yours is going to give you pleasure for a long time,” said Mitch as he jacked the boy’s little uncut cock. Brandon rubbed his back against Mitch’s hairy chest and his ass against the man’s leather clad cock as Mitch masturbated him. The stimulation and the hour of having his body teased quickly brought Brandon to the brink of orgasm. Mitch was experienced enough to recognize the signs of Brandon’s approaching orgasm. When he knew the boy was about to come, he nodded to Dustin. Dustin got on his knees in front of Brandon and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mitch removed his hand from the boy’s cock as Dustin started to suck him and then used both hands to play with the boy’s dime-sized pink nipples. Brandon moaned in pleasure from all he stimulation and his impending orgasm. Just as he started shooting his cum into the mouth sucking his dick, it occurred to him that it was impossible for Mitch to be sucking him, while standing behind him. “Yeah, shoot that cum boy. Feed your load to new big brother. He’s hungry for it. He can’t get enough cum. Soon you will be just like him, hungry for cum and accepting any and every load you can get inside you,” said Mitch into Brandon’s ear as the boy’s orgasm overwhelmed him. Brandon cried out as he started cumming into Dustin’s mouth. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. His legs shook and he lost his footing, cause his weight to transfer to his wrists and shoulders. He dangled from his shackled wrists as pain shot through his arms. Dustin easily swallowed the teen’s thin watery cum then sat back on his ankles and signed, “Thank you, Daddy.” Mitch gave the deaf prostitute a smile and nod of acknowledgment, then ordered him to go get the bondage chair from the other room. As Dustin went to get the chair, Mitch wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest and lifted him back up to his feet and held him there as he used his other hand to release the chain holding the shackles to the ceiling. Dustin returned with the chair, and Mitch deposited Brandon into the chair then instructed Dustin to secure Brandon to it with rope. Mitch watched Dustin’s work closely and gave him tips and advice on his knots and rope placement, furthering the training of the thirty-year old switch. Once Brandon was secured to the chair, Mitch got a metal chastity cock sheath from the supplies. He slipped the ring around the base of the boy’s cock and forced the boy’s small balls through the metal ring. Then he put the metal tube over the boy’s deflated cock and locked it to the ring. It fit perfectly and would be extremely difficult for Brandon to remove. Mitch had taken the opportunity to size the boy’s genitals a week earlier on one of the many nights Brandon came home drunk and passed out. “There, now you will be able to learn to focus on your ass. You’re sexual gratification needs to come from using your ass and mouth to please real men,” said Mitch. After the chastity device was in place, Mitch removed the blindfold. Brandon remained blinded for a few moments as his eyes adjusted from the total dark of the blindfold to the bright lights for the video camera. He started to panic when he realized that everything that had happened had been video recorded. Mitch walked up behind Brandon and stroked the boy’s hair as he shushed him. “You need to get used to being on display Boy. I’m making a nice preview tape to show you off to my friends, to wet their appetite for when you are ready to make multiple loads from all comers. You’ll have men lining up to fuck your ass and shoot their cum up into you. Each one wishing he was the one that got to impregnate you. You will be covered in cum, with it dripping out of your ass, and you will love every minute of it. Now are you ready to see how a real slut boy behaves?” asked Mitch. Before Brandon could even reply, Mitch’s hands and fingers were giving Dustin his next orders, “Okay Boy, time to show your little brother how to Party.”

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 2) The lad was giving his best, to satisfy me with his mouth. I was pretty sure, he didn’t have the experience to give a great blow job, but it was alright. He played more with his tongue around my dickhead, than actually swallowing my cock. Probably he was impressed with the length and thickness of my dick. My right hand was resting on the backside of his head and from time to time I pushed him deeper into my crotch. He understood the signal and tried at least for a while to suck me off. “No teeth, baby…. no teeth” I warned him with my low voice, when he scraped me once. We passed the outskirts and I told my rapetoy, that I would fuck him so hard, as soon as we reached the motel. I chose a good one. No questions asked. I reserved a bungalow under the name ‘Smith’ and payed the fees in advance and in cash. No tracks…. The boy tried to answer me in between sucking. “Yeah… force me. Rape my ass hard. Make me bleed out of my hole” He would get that and more. I would make him bleed and gift him with my virus. I was not only positive. I was an AIDS bloke with a deadly poison in my balls and was eager to breed the stupid twat forcefully. “Once we pass that door, you will be nothing more than an object to me. Just a hole… and you will do anything for me, to get my charged up load into your system” I advised him in a calm voice. I slapped him on the back of his head and asked him if he understood. “Hm hum….” he mumbled while trying to cope with the 9 inch meet planted deeply in his throat right now. I pulled him off my cock and asked again: “You got that… punk?” “Yes… yes… reduce me to a thing. Destroy me with your cock” he gasped. “Fuck yeah… I will reduce you to a pulp” and with that I pushed my cock in his mouth again. After another hour drive we reached our destination. We passed the reception bungalow without stopping. A long and winding road led us to a distant corner of the park. There I stopped my car. Although the cute guy had tried his best, to suck my cum out of my balls, he was not successful. He looked up to me with a guilty look in his eyes and said ‘sorry’. “Don’t worry pup. Your body will do now. I will use your hole to pollute you – stupid fuck” The guy was getting up from his squatted position and stretched himself. “My name is Davis by the way” he smiled cheekily at me. “Who cares?” I looked at him sternly. “Just get out of the car and get inside the apartment. We both got off the car. I surveyed the area. No other human being could be seen. It was half past seven already. I opened the door and Davis entered the room and froze in place right then and there. Two guys were sitting on a couch, watching hardcore porn on the television. Another guy fiddled about a cam, which was attached to a tripod – facing one of the two beds. A fourth guy just came out of the bathroom, while we entered the whole scene. All guys were dressed in black. Black boots, black jeans, black t-shirts, black gloves. Davis seemed to be stunned. He was scared, that all of a sudden four other dudes were here in the same room with him, obviously waiting for his arrival. I closed the door behind us and greeted the other tops. Both guys on the couch masturbated slowly their cocks while checking Davis out. The other two guys had also their dicks hauled out of their jeans, but they were only half hard right now. All the guys had their highest button of the jeans closed, but all the other buttons downwards have been opened and so their dicks were hanging freely, waiting for a hole to appear. “What… is…. this…. all…. about” Davis stammered. “Is this the rape hole you promised us?” one of the guys asked me with greedy eyes. “Man…. my dick is already getting fully set” the guy at the camera looked down and Davis saw how the cock slowly extended to its full 8 inches and rising. “Please…. I am not sure if I can stand that. What is the cam for? Don’t do this to me please” the twink started begging me. Without taking notice of this babbling the guys started putting on black ski masks. I disguised my face also, as we could see the horror in the young lads eyes. “Start filming…” I said. The cam turned around to the entrance. I grabbed Davis from behind and pulled my right arm firmly over his neck. Breathing became difficult now. The two guys from the couch moved closer and started pinching the boys’ nipples severely. Davis just screamed. I covered his mouth with my big left hand while the guy from the bathroom squeezed the lads’ balls hardly. I bit into Davis left ear - pulled and tore like a mad dog - growling dangerously. “We will destroy you” I hissed to Davis. “Look at this!” the guy crushing the boys’ balls exclaimed. Davis became rigid and a wet spot appeared in front of his jeans. The poor lad pissed himself out of fear. The cam was recording every second of it. His white jeans changed the color to yellow, while the piss started wetting his fabrics downwards. The two guys next to the pup started jeering and twisted his nipples brutally now. “You know how to make a guy horny” I whispered into Davis ear. Davis couldn’t help but to sob and piss himself. He was scared to death

Hey guys... This is going to be a seven chapter series. I've got it partly written and fully outlined... Hope you all enjoy ;-) Chapter I. My boy and I had been going through a rough patch. We’d both been busy at work, not spending enough time with each other, and both cheating behind the other’s back. We had an ‘open relationship,’ so we were allowed to fool around, but I think we’d been neglected each other for easy ass and dick. My boy would come home later than usual, and not be in the mood. When we’d snuggle up in bed, I’d shudder to realize his hole was loose and sloppy, dripping someone else’s cum. Sometimes he’d let me breed him a second time, but more often than not, he’d roll onto his back and just pass out. We knew we might be headed nowhere fast, and decided to take the summer off to reconnect. We figured we’d both go off PrEP too, since we’d be alone in the countryside and not easy access to refills. We rented a cottage upstate that needed some fixing up. It belonged to an older gay guy in our building. He’d been having some health issues lately, and wouldn’t manage the trip this summer. The rent was cheap provided that we’d take care of the grounds, do some minor electrical repairs, and a bit of painting. We thought it would be good to have a project to keep us busy, together, and away from the gay bars with thirsty guys. We got six weeks off of work, rented a car, and drove away, subletting our apartment in the city, for the income, and so we couldn’t chicken out of the hard work and countryside life. Maybe three days into the first week, some of our new neighbors started to get nosey about the new guys, and one by one came by to introduce themselves. They were all older, mid-50s at the youngest, and all painfully straight. Except Will, who lived a few lots down the road. Will was easily 60, but suave in a way that led me to think he must be gay. Older guys aren’t really my thing, and they are certainly not my boy’s thing. He much prefers slim hung twinks. Will as decidedly not slim and not a twink, but it looked like he might be well-hung from what appeared to be a tree trunk down his shorts. Will whistled as he walked up our driveway. He must have been close to six foot tall, and he had a big beer belly, with ginger and salt hair peeking out around his shirt collar. He’d brought a six-pack, and introduced himself with a big grin. We kicked back, and made small talk on the back porch. It was fucking hot, and I downed two beers really quickly. We all did. We loosened up with the beer, and Will told us that he had been buddies with the owner of our cottage, enquiring after his declining health. He was happy to see some ‘young blood’ in the neighborhood, and even more glad that we were fixing the place up. He offered to loan us some tools to help take care of some brush in the back yard. I was pretty sure he attempted an innuendo about tools, and another about sharing. I laughed it off and we made a plan to stop by the next afternoon to pick them up. Friendly neighbor, right? I excused myself to the kitchen to get some new cold beers, and left Will with my boy to chat. I got the beers and went to the freezer in the basement to fill up a bucket with ice. When I came back upstairs, Will had let himself in and was taking a piss with the door open in the bathroom just off of the kitchen. I snickered and he looked over his shoulder, apologizing for not closing the door. He turned his whole body to me and shook the last few droplets of piss off of one the biggest, longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. Jesus. This thing was easily ten inches long, even if totally soft, with a dark purple hood of foreskin over the head. I felt myself instinctively licking my lips. He joked it off, saying he usually would be polite and close the door, but he had to pee pretty badly and forgot to close it… I shrugged it off, as he shook his cock, ever so slightly stroking it. I closed my open mouth, he pulled up his shorts, and we went back outside with his meaty paw wrapped around my shoulder. We sat back down on the porch, but once I’d seen that massive meat, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was plain to see that log snaking down his left leg. My boy gave me a funny look then followed my eyes down to that meaty cock. I heard him gasp. Will noticed it too, and I swear, that big dick lurched in his shorts. We quickly downed another bunch of beers, and my boy went inside to get the next refill. He looked a bit flushed, as if he needed to cool off, so I offered to help, and brought the empty bottles in. As soon as we were in the kitchen, he whispered to me, "Damn! Did you see his big cock? Fuck! If I were into older guys, whoah…." I faked chastising him even as I suspected Will would wind up fucking one or both of us before the summer was out. To be continued…

Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up. Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?

Part 5. That weekend was the big event. Matt had returned to town and rekindled his friendship with my boyfriend Jake. I convinced them both I had matured from the earlier days when I was jealous of him, and indeed now that Jake and I had played together with others, that I actually thought the idea of watching him fuck Matt was a big turn-on. My clandestine fuck buddy Dean and I had worked through separate channels to make both of them feel comfortable with the idea of playing raw, something Jake had only ever (intentionally) done with me. All that was left now was the final execution of the plan, the big event. Matt arrived right on schedule, and the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner I prepared - steak and red wine. Conversation flowed freely, and we truly enjoyed each other’s company for a couple of hours. It was easy to see why Jake had remained drawn to Matt - he was smart, funny, and looked sexy as hell in his tight jeans, button up shirt and smart blazer. I still fucking hated the cunt’s guts, and maybe it was his absolute perfection that played into my deepest insecurities. After we finished the last bottle, we retired to the bedroom to get more comfortable. I would have been content to simply watch from across the room, but Jake was adamant that I participate. We are a couple, and it’s important to him that we only play together. We performed our ritual of popping a pill into each other’s mouth (actual PrEP now, no more need for me to play around with that particular deception) and then kissing deeply. This time though, the condoms stayed in the night stand where they belonged. Matt watched and smiled, feeling so fortunate that we were allowing him into our bed for the first time. He commented about how he couldn’t swallow a pill like that without a big production, and I just smiled and told him he didn’t need to - there was no risk involved in what we were about to do. I motioned for him to come join us on the bed, and made room for him between me and Jake. I guided his head toward my boyfriend’s, and watched as their lips met and the fell into a very passionate kiss. It was clear that Matt had waited a long time for that moment, and I could feel his body trembling slightly as he made out with Jake. I ran my hands over his strong, muscular body, and began tugging his shirt out from his pants. I reached around and unbuttoned it, slipping it off his torso, revealing a well-defined smooth chest. Matt’s hands were all over Jake, groping his bulge and exploring his body, something he had no doubt dreamed about for years. As I undid his belt and began removing his jeans, I had to tug hard to get them down over his incredible bubble ass. Those globes were spectacular and I gave them a good squeeze before pushing his jeans all the way off, leaving him naked. He had achieved a similar feat on Jake, and was fondling my boyfriend’s big balls while moaning gently as they continued to explore each other’s tonsils. I watched Matt’s fingers caressing Jake’s ball bag, and only I knew what was currently churning in there, being worked up to a truly life-altering explosion in a little while. I watched as Jake placed his hand on Matt’s head and started to push him down. Matt’s tongue eagerly licked down Jake’s neck to his chest, briefly stopping to suck each nipple before running down over his abs to his crotch. Matt moved onto his knees on the bed as he leaned forward and took Jake’s cock head into his mouth. That left his ass fully exposed to me as I maneuvered in behind him, and I enjoyed the view of that tight, smooth pucker winking at me. I didn’t hesitate, I simply dove in and started tonguing that sweet hole for all I was worth. I heard a low moan erupt from him, muted by the cock being shoved into his throat. As I was eating him out, I looked up over his luscious ass cheeks and caught Jake’s attention. We locked eyes as he guided his friend’s head up and down on his dick and I matched his rhythm with my tongue. Jake mouthed the words, “I love you so much” as we continued our connection. After a few more minutes, I leaned over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I skipped past the half-empty bottle of lube we usually use and grabbed the new one I had ordered especially for this occasion. It was advertised as being slightly numbing. In the few times I had tried it out with Dean, I confirmed that indeed there was slightly less sensation when using it, but I was convinced it wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t aware it was being used. I popped the cap and let a stream run out and down over Matt’s pristine asshole. I rubbed it around with my fingers, then repeated until his hole was nice and slick. I then slid a finger into that tight sphincter and felt him open up and let me in. I started gently, adding more lube as I went, eventually inserting a second finger into him and opening him up further. After it was clear he was pretty desensitized, I started digging a little harder into him, running my fingernail over the inside of his rectum. If he experienced discomfort, I couldn’t tell from his reaction, which was to arch his back and offer his hole up for deeper exploration. I complied aggressively, shoving a third finger in and finger banging him until I noticed slight streaks of pink as I pulled them out. Bitch was ready. I slapped those muscle glutes and pushed him up so he was straddling Jake. I grabbed my boyfriend’s spit-slicked cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling him throb in my fist. I guided Matt’s hole so it was hovering directly above the head of Jake’s dong, which I noticed had a big drop of precum pooled on it. As cock head and pucker made first contact, I felt my cock throb as I witnessed the first cells of Jake’s toxic juice begin to soak into Matt’s unwitting but well-prepared hole. I pressed down on Matt’s shoulder, encouraging him to allow Jake to penetrate him. I watched as first the head, and then inch after inch of raw cock meat slid into that scratched up fuck hole. I could feel my own poz cock leaking into my underwear as I watched a virgin (to raw sex) hole being indoctrinated into a brand new world. Soon, Jake was balls deep in Matt. These two best friends, who secretly lusted after each other for years, one with more than just lustful feelings, finally consummating their relationship. And cementing their bond in a way that neither of them understood in the moment. I went to the chair across the room and stripped out of what remained of my clothes and began to stroke my cock as I watched Matt begin to ride Jake’s cock. I looked to my left at the table next to my chair, where I had left my laptop on. I saw the tell-tale white light emanating from the webcam, and saw that the skype call to Dean was still active. I pictured him in his bedroom, stroking his cock as he watched the result of our months of collusion come to fruition. I made sure to position my cock so that it would be just in the frame of the shot, but not obscuring the action happening across the room - those two completely oblivious to anything else happening, just reveling in the moment they were enjoying together. I watched their lips join again, the kissing so passionate and heart felt. I almost felt a moment of guilt as these two expressed deep and true emotion for each other, but then I remembered all those feelings from early in our relationship, when Matt was just so present in our lives, always in Matt’s thoughts or in our space, unwilling to let the two of us be together. Knowing I had to get rid of Matt one way or another so I could be with Jake, and thinking I had succeeded until he returned to our lives. Well, what was about to transpire would end their relationship once and for all, that’s for sure. The moans increased as Matt hovered over Jake, and I watched my boyfriend grab his friend’s hips and thrust into him violently. Matt was hollering “Harder! Deeper!” and nothing Jake did could satisfy him. Jake sat up, throwing Matt onto his back, lifting his legs, and began piston fucking him, deep dicking him with every stroke, I heard their bodies clapping together in an ever-faster rhythm. Jake looked over at me and saw me stroking my cock, and giving me a little wink and a smile, returned his attention to his new lover. He looked deep in Matt’s eyes, and said, “I’m getting close. I’m going to shoot my cum into your hole. Are you sure?” and Matt just grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. He screamed, “I’ve never felt so good. I feel like my life has changed with this fuck, and I need you to share your load with me! Now that I’ve had my first bare fuck, nothing will ever be the same!” With those words, I could sense Jake crossing over the edge, and hearing Matt’s recognition sent me there too. Toxic cum spewed from both my and Jake’s cocks at the same time, mine all over my belly and chest, some even hitting my face, while Jake’s was planted deep in Matt’s bowels, no doubt taking root immediately in the roughed up crevices. Matt spewed all over himself without touching his cock. As they recovered and their breathing returned to normal, I joined them on the bed and cuddled up to them, the three of us spooning and caressing gently. I nuzzled my face in from behind Matt and whispered in his ear as he drifted off to sleep, “You have no idea how true your words are.”

It's not rape...

AWAKENING (Part 2) Brandon woke up with his head throbbing. This was one of the worst hangovers he had experienced in his young life, certainly way worse than he would have been expected from the amount he had drunk the night before. He remembered falling asleep on the couch after the confrontation with Mitch, but as he opened his eyes and looked around he realized he was somewhere completely different. He was lying naked on a small mattress in a small room and windowless room. There was a dim bulb on the ceiling above providing a small amount of light to the room. The mattress was covered in a black sheet that did little to hide the thick plastic mattress cover beneath it. The walls and low ceiling of the room were painted black and had a countless number of eye rings in them. In the dim light it was hard for Brandon to make out much in the corners of the room but it looked like there were speakers and several security cameras positioned there. The floor was concrete and sloped slightly towards the corner furthest away from the door. In that lowest corner was a drain. The small room was warm, so Brandon was at least comfortable despite being naked. As Brandon was surveying the room and trying to remember everything that happened last night, the door opened and Mitch came striding in. It took Brandon a second to recognize the man, as he looked completely different decked out all in leather and walking with an authority and confidence that had only been hinted at the night before. Brandon’s eyes were immediately drawn to the massive bulge that was evident in the tight black leather pants that also showed off Mitch’s powerful legs. Brandon used his hands to cover his genitals and immediately tried to start pleading with Mitch again, “Please Mitch, what’s going on? Where am I? I’m sorry about coming home drunk last night. I’ll be better. I promise.” Mitch cut him off, “Too late for any of that Boy. As for what is going on, you agreed to do everything I say from now on. I’m holding you to that. You had the chance to leave last night, but you chose to stay and made a commitment to me. Up until now you have been a worthless piece of human garbage whose word was as worthless as you are. Since you can’t be trusted to keep your word on your own, I’m going to make sure you start keeping it. I’m also going to make something useful out of you. I’ve been studying you for the last couple of weeks, taking your measure. You will never be a true man, you are too much of a faggot to ever claim to be a man. The main reason you have been so lost in life, is that you haven’t accepted your true self and your true place. You exist to serve and be used by real men. The emptiness inside you feel is because you are fighting against the real you.” His voice was calm, steady, and commanding. Several times Brandon wanted to interject some denial, but he found himself cowed by the intimidating leather clad god standing above him. Mitch continued, “I am going to awaken the submissive cum dump slut slave I know is inside you. Soon you will realize that what you thought was your high self-esteem and self-confidence was just a mask you wore to hide the fact that you are just a lost little boy that needs a real man to take charge of your life for you. A man you can worship, please, and obey. So today you start your journey and new life. That’s what is going on. So from now on you will address me by Sir, Master, or Daddy.” Mitch reached down and cupped the boy’s chin in his hand and lifted his head up, locking eyes with the young twink. “Do you understand that Boy?” He asked. Brandon was shaking, partly from shock, partly from fear, and partly from desire. He swallowed hard then let out a meek, “Yes sir.” “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he let go of the boy’s chin and lightly ran his hand up the side of the boy’s sweaty face then through the boy’s damp blond hair. “Now, as far as where you are, you are in my dungeon and you are not free to leave. Even if you were to somehow over power me, there is a lock to the outside that requires a code. The only way you are ever going to see the outside world again is if you do exactly as I say and accept your new position in life,” he said softly as he continued to stroke the boy’s hair, like he was trying to calm a scared puppy. Mitch’s demeanor changed suddenly as he used the hand on the boy’s head to grab a fistful of the boy’s hair. “Now, your first lesson. Whenever your Master or a real man enters the room, you will stand up and show your respect, letting him know by your body language that you are ready and willing to submit to a superior male. Now get to your feet,” he said then used the fist full of hair he had in his hand to start pulling the boy to his feet. Brandon struggled up to his feet, trying not to get his hair yanked out in the process as Mitch continued to pull on it. Once the boy was on his feet, Mitch released his hold and stepped back slightly, looking over Brandon’s naked body. The boy again covered his genitals with his hands. The twink was slim but not bony. He had a slight tan with a very visually striking Speedo shaped tan line around his groin, which was still milky white. The boy had obviously spent some time at the beach or pool down in San Diego before coming north. “Stand up straight; clasp your hands behind your back just above your ass; shoulders back; keep head slightly bowed. If you need somewhere to focus you can keep your eyes on my crotch,” ordered Mitch. Brandon was nervous and unsure, but he knew that he was out of his depth. He was a prisoner, no, more than a prisoner, a slave. The thought both frightened and excited him. He did as he was ordered, standing up straight, lowering his head, and then very slowly and reluctantly he took his hands off his crotch and put them behind his back. He fought back more tears as his shame was revealed to Mitch. Brandon had always been embarrassed about the size of his dick. Growing up he had always been trying to sneak peaks of other boys and men, checking out their pee-pees, dicks, cocks, or penises. His vocabulary changed over the years, but what did not change was that Brandon’s cock was usually smaller than anyone else except eventually the much younger boys. But Brandon was embarrassed for another reason as well. When he pulled his hands away from his crotch, his little dickie sprang up and slapped against his stomach, fully erect and leaking pre-cum. His cock was uncut and the small red head was pushed halfway out of the hood. His dick was probably about four inches long from the tip to base of his pubis. Mitch looked the twink’s exposed body over. He saw the look of shame on the boy’s face as he exposed his small cock. There was a small well trimmed patch of pubic hair above the base of the boy’s small cock and a light dusting of blond hairs over his balls. As for body hair, there was not that much, just small tufts under his arms, a small patch in the middle of his chest, and light amount on his forearms and calves. The sparse body hair would make shaving the boy easier. Eventually he would sign Brandon up for laser hair removal so that the twink would be permanently free of body hair. It was just one of the permanent changes the man had planned for the boy’s body. “You ashamed of your cock Boy?” asked Mitch, knowing the answer but wanting to get Brandon to admit it out loud. “Yes,” sobbed Brandon. Mitch’s hand flew up and slapped the boy across the face, “That’s Yes Sir, Boy.” “Yes, Sir. Sorry...Sir,” corrected Brandon. “Good Boy. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Your cock size is irrelevant,” said Mitch. “But, uh, its too small to really fuck,” said Brandon before quickly adding, “Sir.” “Why do you say that Boy?” asked Mitch, trying to draw out Brandon. “Well, I can’t satisfy Aiden. When we, err, have sex, he always finishes himself off with a dildo, Sir,” admitted Brandon, his cheeks turning bright red. Mitch laughed, which made Brandon feel even more pathetic. His shoulders slumped. Mitch lightly slapped his hands against the outside of the boy’s shoulders, “Shoulders back, keep your position.” Brandon straightened back up. Mitch gently rubbed his hands up and down the outside of the boy’s arms, calming him. “See what I mean about being lost and not accepting your true nature Bran. You are not a top. You never will be. If you were a top, your boyfriend would not be finishing himself off. It has nothing to do with the size of your cock. I’ve seen great tops with cocks your size that have men and boys begging to submit to them. When I’m done with your training you won’t even care if you have a cock anymore, let alone how big it is,” explained Mitch. He noticed Brandon tense up momentarily. Mitch chuckled and quickly added, “Don’t worry, I like guys with cocks, so I’m not going to cut it off or anything. You’ll still have it, even after you find you don’t even need to touch it to cum.” Brandon breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you Sir.” “Okay, now time to get you ready for your new role in life and continue your training. Can you swallow a pill without water?” asked Mitch. Brandon shook his head. Mitch delivered a light slap to the boy’s taunt stomach, “Always answer verbally unless you are gagged.” “Sorry Sir. No Sir,” answered Brandon. It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was worried about saying no and disappointing his new Master. Mitch cupped the boy’s chin and raised his face up so he was looking in the boy’s eyes, “Brandon, never be afraid to give me an honest answer when I ask you a question. You will never be punished for being honest. You WILL be punished for lying, but not for being honest. Do you understand that Boy?” “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now open your mouth,” ordered Mitch. When Brandon complied, Mitch worked up a large amount of spit in his own mouth than leaned in and spit it into the twink’s open mouth. Mitch kept his hand on the boy’s chin and pressed his fingers into his cheeks, letting the boy know he was to keep his mouth open. He spit several more times into Brandon’s mouth, splattering the boy’s big red lips, chin, and cute button nose with spittle in addition to filling the boy’s mouth. When Brandon was struggling to keep from swallowing and spit was dripping down his chin, Mitch used his other hand to pull a small round tablet out of the small front inset pocket of his tight leather pants. He dropped the pill into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered as he removed his fingers from the boy’s cheeks and pushed his chin up, closing his mouth. Brandon wanted to ask what the pill was, but his mouth was full of spit and he remembered Mitch’s instructions from the night before that he was to take whatever pills Mitch gave him. He hesitated for a brief moment as he thought about everything that was happening to him. Is this what he wanted? Yesterday when he left the house after dinner in search of finding some older gay man that he could flirt with and tease in exchange for getting the old troll to buy him a pint of vodka to get drunk off of, he would have laughed at anyone that said he wanted to be a slave to a man that was as old as his father. Yet here he was, naked, displaying himself to the man, his mouth full of the man’s spit, an unknown pill in his mouth, and his little dick rock hard. Brandon swallowed the pill. “Good Boy,” said Mitch with an evil grin on his face, “You’re true self, a submissive slut boy, is starting to awaken deep within you. Now to properly mark you as the slave you are, you get a present.” Mitch reached behind him and pulled a leather collar out of his back pocket. He wrapped it around the boy’s small neck, tightened it so that it was snug but still left room for the boy to breath then attached a small padlock and locked the collar in place. “This collar marks you for all to see as my property. It has a tag on it with my phone number and the inscription, ‘For Permission to Use Call’,” explained Mitch. He then pulled a leather blindfold out of his other pocket and put it over the boy’s head, adjusting and tightening it so that is was securely in place over his eyes. He then pushed the boy backwards, causing Brandon to fall onto his back on the mattress. “You can relax for a few minutes while I go get the supplies I’ll need for the next step of your journey. Do not touch your blindfold, trust me, I’ll know,” said Mitch, then he turned and strode out of the room. *** If you are looking for a story that rushes to the sex, I’m sorry but I have trouble righting that way. I like to explore the journey and take my time. Feel free to pm me feedback and suggestions for Brandon’s training (or you can leave it in the thread).

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 3) Marc sucked on his boyfriend’s huge phallus. Little did he know, shortly before that, Josh had fucked another slut in the darkroom - unprotected. He had banged the shit out of an 18 year old teen-bitch and now he was sitting at the table with his buddies surrounding him and Marc lapped along the huge piece of flesh, cleaning the ass juices up from another filthy slut. They all laughed, when Marc made a concerned remark of the bloody streaks on Josh’s dick, but the twink under the table was either not so bright, inexperienced or simply tried his best to keep Josh satisfied. Two guys were still up to shoot their cum into the young Marc. They told Josh they needed to take a piss – and they asked if his new boyfriend could assist them. ‘Finding the loo?’ Marc thought. “Seems like I am spotless down there. Nice…. yeah take him with you and have fun” Josh said almost carelessly. Marc was a bit confused. Was there something he had said or done? “Be nice to my friends. Don’t come back complaining about them. I hate it if my lovers are causing more problems. You are here to solve problems. To make me and my buddies happy…. that’s your job,” Josh added. “Will you be here when I come back?” Marc timidly asked. “Yeah…. well maybe I will wander around bit and check out if I can see other guys to bump into. Don’t worry. I'll find you and then we will look for a cozy place…. so I can use your tight hole and…. make love to you and shit like that." Josh and his friends laughed hysterically. “Now run along with my two friends and don’t forget to make them happy too.” On the way to the toilets Marc saw the big bulges in the pants of the two guys, and he was sure they wanted to blow a load or two. Still Marc thought he might be able to avoid executing other blow jobs, so he undertook to convince them that he really should be with Josh, especially as he wasn't sure it was right for him to get mixed-up with them. Both of the guys listened to Marc's agreement, but continued walking me to the toilets. From time to time they grabbed their crotches to adjust their dicks. I sighed. Then we arrived at the urinals. “You know Josh is a great guy, with a big dick. You think you can handle that?” the second guy asked me that, while he took a good and long piss. “Well… we will have romantic sex…. lots of kissing. Slowly…. lovingly…..” Marc assured them. Both guys stared at each other and then started to laugh out loud. They couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh no boy! He is rough and likes it rough. If you fail to accept his dick in one stroke, then you will be history, that’s for sure. Do you understand that?” the latter asked, who also emptied his bladder. “I will never be able to take his dick in one stroke” I mumbled, more to myself. “Yeah, we know…. but we want to help you. We would be willing to open you up a little bit, you know? “You want to…. fuck me? Can’t I just suck you?” I asked them sheepishly. “This wouldn’t help you much with your problem, huh - getting Josh’s monster cock into your tiny little hole, in one smooth motion” both giggles insanely. Marc nodded slowly. “Believe us, it is better this way. Josh will be impressed, when you suck his cock into your body with your cunt, without flinching. He is a nice guy and he is trying so hard to find the right partner.” the guy with the dark hair chuckled. “Let’s get together into this stall and we will open you up with our dicks – you can decide, which one of us can shred your ass first” he said. “Don’t be too hard on me please” I answered, while walking into a stall first. “It is no use fucking you softly. Josh will wreck your asshole. We need to bang you the right way, so you get used to the pain and open up more… are you so fucking stupid to understand that?” the red head roared. “Stop fussing about it and pull your pants down a bit” he ordered me and someone of them closed the door behind us. I stood there, facing a side wall and fumbled at my buttons to open my pants. Both gents opened their zippers only and pulled their cocks out. They asked me, which one should fuck him first. I looked over my shoulder and said the red head could try to open me up a bit. He grinned triumphantly to his friend and moved behind me. I had revealed my ass. “Bend over a bit and hold your ass cheeks apart. I am a nice guy you know” he spit on his dick: “I will give you my spit even, so it is easier for your dry hole” he panted. I clenched my teeth, while the guy behind me rammed his 7 inch cock into my asshole without stopping once. I thought he would rip my ass apart. His friend cheered him on, while he jacked-off slowly. “Please – go slowly…. you are hurting me” I whispered. “Shut up” he snarled and started fucking me like a rabbit which made me yelp in pain. “You know, we will also deposit our junk in your pussy. This way you got even more lube up your ass…. what do you say, hm?” he asked me breathlessly. “No… please. Don’t cum into my ass. I am scared….. are you tested?” I wailed. “Yeah sure I am tested you bitch and now hold still. I want to enjoy my ride….. ayyeeeee…. whore.” For the moment I calmed down. I was scared of hiv and other sexual transmitted diseases. I didn’t realize, he just told me he got tested. But he never claimed the results. “Bend down more…. I want to ram my cock deeper into you” he forced himself deeper between my cleft. Meanwhile he started pinching my nipples. It hurt so much, because he turned and twisted them around brutally. “Yeah…. whore….. *grunt* you like my cock….. hmmm….. oh…. you are so tight” he moaned. I felt he was speeding up and so I begged him again not to shoot into me. I offered him, I would take his dick ass to mouth and swallow his cum. There was no response, just his heavy breathing and then all of a sudden he rammed his dick deep into me and stopped abruptly. I felt his hot breath on my shoulders and then I felt gush after gush erupting into my bowels and I sighed deeply. “Oooooh yeah bitch…. oh – man…. I am still shooting my hot load into you. Can you feel it bitch?” the raid head guy closed his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. My breathing was stagnant, but before I could calm down the second guy was at my hole and stabbed into me without further ado. “Noooooo “ I shouted desperately, but he covered my mouth with his right hand and hissed to shut up immediately. This guy was a bit thicker, than the other one, and had maybe 8 inches. Of course Josh would be another challenge, but right now I was in severe pain, taking my second cock up my arse tonight. I was almost grateful for the deposit of cum now. It made all really easier for me. Both guys looked at each other, when they recognized my ass moving to meet the fucking motion of the black haired guy. “Look at this bitch. You enjoy taking dicks. I knew it from the beginning, that you are a dick taking whore” he grunted while he fucked me with more enthusiasm now. I moaned loudly. It felt good to get fucked. I am totally into dicks, it just bothered me, that my good reputation was at stake. As long as no one saw me, sucking and fucking around tonight, I should be safe. My hands pulled my cheeks further apart to give my fucker more access to my hole. “Fuck me…. fuck me harder….” I encouraged him and outside at the urinals guys enjoyed listening to the action, which went on in our stall. This guy for example, made no noise at all when he came. He shuddered only a bit and then I knew he was loading my ass for the second time that evening. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt empty and I couldn’t move for the moment. I was so horny right now, but there was also the feeling of being cheap and common. My boyfriend was sitting outside, waiting for me to return and what did I do? I enjoyed being fucked by another guy, who was a total stranger to me. “Don’t tell Josh, that I was so willing…. okay?” I begged them softly. My legs were slightly apart and I felt the cum dripping out of my hole and running downwards along my legs. This was so embarrassing. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. If he loves you, then he won’t mind you, being a cock-addicted whore” the red head said. He unlocked the door and closed his pants while walking outside. The other guy just looked at me with cold eyes and closed his pants also. He went out without saying a word. My heartbeat was racing. I slowly pulled my pants up. I had to find Josh…..

INTRO Mitch grabbed the pretentious twink by the neck and shoved him up against the wall next to the door. “That’s it boy, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Things are going to change around here starting right now. You got that Brandon?” he yelled at the drunken eighteen-year-old blond boy. Brandon tried to say something but was not able to get out more than a groan of pain with Mitch choking him. Mitch spat into the boy’s face, “You are a worthless piece of shit, just like your father said you were when he dumped you on me. I’ve tried to give you a chance to show you could be a decent person and a responsible adult, but you’re just a spoiled brat that uses people. Well punk, your luck has finally run out.” Jackson, an old friend from high school and college, as well as partner in a tech company they had sold a decade ago for a multi-million dollar payday, had called up Mitch a couple weeks ago asking for a huge favor. Jackson’s son, Brandon or Bran for short after the character from the Game of Thrones novel, would be going to college in the San Francisco bay area starting in the fall, but Jackson was worried about the boy. Bran’s mother, who was divorced from Jackson, had spoiled the boy rotten, using just a portion of the generous child support payments Jackson was ordered to pay as part of the divorce settlement. Jackson had no problem with his son being gay since Mitch had been one of his best friends for most of his life. It was obvious from a young age that Bran was queer and Jackson had many conversations with Mitch over the years about the boy. What Jackson could not stand though, was that Brandon had grown up to be a stuck up, spoiled, pretentious asshole. Jackson blamed himself for some of it since he had not fought that hard to retain custody of his son when he divorced his wife. So he had asked Mitch for a favor. He asked Mitch to take the boy in for the summer before college and try to reform the boy before he would move into campus housing for his freshman year. Mitch had met the boy several times previously, including a week before the phone call when he attended the boy’s graduation down in southern California. Mitch had agreed to take the boy in on the one condition that he had total authority to do whatever he felt was needed. To that end he asked Jackson if the boy’s mother was going to continue to spoil the boy after Brandon moved out of her house. Jackson laughed and explained that the only reason she had any money to spend on the boy was because of the generous child support that he was obligated to pay to his ex-wife as long as the boy was a minor. Now that the payments were stopping, his ex-wife had found a new mark to leech off of and was moving to the east coast to live with her new sugar daddy. Brandon was a very pretty young twink, taking after his mother, who had been beautiful enough to be a model, but was not willing to put in the work required to be successful in that career. He was 5’6” and slim. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He had delicate features and a slightly effeminate look. His lips were full and plumb and Mitch had often thought they would look good wrapped around his cock. The boy’s ass was a perfect perky bubble butt that was just begging to be spanked, fucked, and bred. It would look great with a puffy red rosebud leaking multiple loads of toxic cum. Mitch was looking forward to getting the kid flying and turn him into a willing hungry cum dump. Mitch, in contrast, was a man’s man, 6’2” and 225 pounds of muscle with just the right amount of fat to look natural and not like he did nothing but lift weights at the gym all day. He had a naturally fit body that responded well to his daily routine of push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. At 48, his brown hair was just starting to go gray at the temples and his short neatly trimmed beard was streaked with gray. He was classically handsome and never had any trouble finding a willing bottom to get bred by his thick 9” monster cock, which he had used to poz many young twinks over the years during meth fueled marathons of fucking, sm, and fisting. Mitch pulled the boy off the wall and shoved him towards the sofa. The drunk kid stumbled and fell backwards onto the sofa. He sobbed and struggled to make sense of the sudden change in the man that had for the last two weeks let himself be walked all over. Bran had acted towards Mitch the same way he acted towards his mother, just assuming that his clothes would get picked up and washed, and that any money in a wallet left on a counter top was money that Bran could take. The man never seemed to care that Bran never said please or thank you when Mitch did something for him. Brandon was not dumb or oblivious; he could tell that Mitch found him attractive, as many men and women did. This was something which Bran become accustomed to taking advantage of. He figured he could tease Mitch by prancing around the house nearly naked and that was payment enough for Mitch doing all the cooking and cleaning. “You got five minutes to make a decision, you either get your things and get out, or you stay, but if you stay you are agreeing to do everything I say, and I mean everything. Your Dad said you were a worthless piece of trash, spoiled rotten by your mother and has given me permission to do whatever I want to get you to shape up. I gave you a chance to prove him wrong, but you took every opportunity to prove him right,” snarled Mitch. Brandon was in a state of panic. He had never experienced Mitch, nor anyone else, be this forceful and dominate with him. His mother had left to go shack up with some rich guy in Connecticut and had already rented her house out, so Brandon could not go back home. Brandon knew Mitch was right about how his father felt about him, so he could not go to his father’s place. His boyfriend, Aiden, was on a month long post graduation trip to Europe with his family so even if Brandon could get himself back back down to San Diego, he couldn’t crash at Aiden’s house and besides his boyfriend was still under age for another month. The young gay man didn’t have any close friends as he would eventually end up pissing off most people he met as he used them up. He did not have any money saved up as he spent every penny he could get his hands on buying fancy clothes, pot, and booze. He never held down a job to earn any money as he felt working was beneath him, something he had picked up from his mother. So his only options were to agree to Mitch’s demands, or be tossed out into the street. Deep down he knew his usual charms would not work this time, but out of habit he tried anyway, pleading, crying, begging, then throwing a temper tantrum when nothing else worked. Mitch stood stone faced through the boy’s attempted manipulations. He glanced down at his watch. “You just wasted four of your five minutes. You have one minute left to decide,” he said; his voice flat and unemotional. The stress of the situation was starting to sober Brandon up a bit, so he was able to think somewhat more rationally. While his attempts to persuade Mitch had just failed, he figured that in the morning Mitch would probably have calmed down and be more receptive to renegotiating whatever agreement they were in the process of making. He believed he would be able to smooth this all over when he sobered up and things would go back to normal. So he wiped the tears off his face and looked up at Mitch, “Okay, I’ll stay.” “By staying, you agree to do whatever I say. You understand that right?” said Mitch. Brandon rolled his eyes and nodded. Mitch stepped closer to the sofa so he was standing directly over the slim twink. “Then say it. Tell me you agree to do whatever I say,” demanded Mitch. “Fine, I’ll do what you say,” sighed Brandon. Mitch’s hand was lightning fast as he slapped the boy across the face. “Not good enough. Repeat after me, ‘I will stay with you and I will do whatever you say, SIR’” ordered Mitch, saying the words slowly and emphasizing the sir. Brandon grabbed his cheek and fought the urge to start crying again. “Okay fine. I will stay with you and I will do whatever you say, sir,” said Brandon, but even despite his stinging cheek, he reflexively rolled his pretty blue eyes. “Good enough for now. I’ll deal with that attitude of yours tomorrow. Now stay on the couch. If you get up, you’ll get a beating,” said Mitch before turning and walking out of the room and into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with an oblong pink pill and a glass of water. Brandon had at least obeyed this order without any backtalk or attitude. Mitch held the pill and the glass of water out to the boy. “Here, swallow this pill,” he ordered. “What is it?” asked Brandon. “It doesn’t matter what it is. From now on you will swallow any pill I want you to; you will drink anything I tell you to; and you will smoke anything I order you to. What part of ‘you will do everything I say’ are you having trouble with?” asked Mitch. Brandon reach out slowly and took the pill and the glass of water. He put the pill in his mouth and drank a small amount of water. He trapped the pill under his tongue as he swallowed the water, then handed the glass back. Mitch took the glass and set it down on the coffee table. He started to turn, as if he was going to walk away, then quickly sprang on the surprised boy. He landed on top of Brandon, sitting on the boy’s slim waist and pinning him on the sofa. Mitch yanked the boy’s blonde hair, pulling his head back. He grabbed the boy’s jaw with his other hand and forced his mouth open. “DON’T EVER THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME BOY,” he screamed into the boy’s face. He then spit into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow that fucking pill NOW.” Brandon was too terrified to do anything but obey. He swallowed he pill. Once Mitch was satisfied that the pill was down and not coming back up, he got up and left the room. Brandon was too emotionally spent to do anything but curl up into a ball on the sofa and cry until the Ambien kicked in and sent him into a deep sleep. *** Please feel free to leave feedback below or you can also PM me your comments and suggestions. Sex and drugs will be coming soon, I promise. Thank you for reading.

Last week I met up with a FB in his hotel room for some flip fucking. He's a nice guy about 50, 6' and 220 with gray hair an an average dick. We started fooling around right away and I started off topping him. Its always painful for him so he huffs poppers the entire time. Nevertheless, his ass felt great and there is something so hot about a guy moaning when my cock is up his ass. After a few minutes he pulled away, flipped me over, and began tonguing and fingering my hole. Then his phone beeped. He opened the message and told me a guy he had contacted earlier was at the door, and that he thought the guy was going to flake. Then, without even asking me if I was interested in a three-way, he opened the door to a total stranger. The man who walked in was about 30, 5' 10", 200 pounds with a crew cut and a mean look on his face. He looked me up and down and said, "I only top." He then quickly stripped, revealing a nice thick seven inch curved cock. My friend then slid into my ass as I knelt on the side of the bed. The stranger lay on the bed and directed his cock to my mouth. I started sucking him while milking the growing cock in my hole. A few minutes later my friend thrust deep and grunted as he unloaded in my raw hole. The stranger got up right away and took my friend's place. I huffed on the poppers knowing i would need it to take his girth. Just as the poppers hit my brain, he pushed right in. I moaned into a pillow as he started ploughing me. There was no conversation just the heavy and heavier breathing of the top as his swollen dick rubbed into my prostate and as he muttered "Fag," and "Cumdump," every few thrusts. After a couple of minutes he withdrew, positioned me onto my back, and pushed my legs back over my head, re-entering my abused hole. I took another couple of hits, wrapped my legs around his back and really started to enjoy myself. He kept eye contact the entire time and the angry look on his face was a huge turn on. His pounding got faster. He leaned over, grabbed the sheets, and brought his face inches from mine as he announced "I'm fucking breeding your slutty fucking ass," moaning as he shot deep inside my hole. He was dressed and walking out the door in record time. Just as he was about to leave he turned back and said, "I've seen your ad on BBRT. I've got a few friends that would like to meet you. I'll be in touch." Moments later my friend mounted my cock with a hiss of pain. As he rode me, I could see that the experience had really turned him. It didn't take me long to coat his insides with my own load. I can't wait for the stranger and his friends to message me.

Also the top in this gif image - don't know his name either but my god some of his scenes when he is being violent and dominating have got me off big time! I love being hit like this

Didn't have the time to finish this story yet. Recognized a similar decrease of 'likes' Part 1 - 39 Part 2 - 18 Part 3 - 18 Part 4 - 19 (Yippie) I will probably finish this story anyway.

Just checked the decrease of 'likes' in this story.... Part 1 - 30 Part 2 - 22 Part 3 - 11 Part 4 - 6 If people stop reading the stuff, or are sort of disappointed with the way the story unfolds... it's hard for me to continue with this storyline. So.... I might finish it.... But then again, maybe not. Who knows.

Tempted to feel sorry for poor little Davis, but then again, he begged for it, didn't he?!?

If it's when I'm being fucked, then I am definitely into pain, beatings and being choked, whether bare hands gripped around my throat and squeeze tightly when I'm on my back, or fuck me in a chokehold when i'm on all fours. A good hard slap on my face followed by a barrage of spit and some nasty or threatening verbal is guaranteed to make me beg for more aggression and more hits to the face.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 3) We watched Davis’ face, as he pissed himself out of fear and distress. I kept on choking him and enjoyed the way his body reacted. He tried to free himself, but then the guy kneeling in front of him simply punched at his crotch area, while he was still letting go of his bladder. We cheered as Davis howled helplessly. I bumped my cock against his pissed white jeans. Again and again he felt my hard flesh demanding entrance to his fuck hole. The guy behind the camera loved the sheer brutality and grinned demonically. You could see his eyes being slits only and a pearl of white teeth flashed behind his mask. You could just imagine his whole face being a diabolic grimace. Maybe I pushed a bit too hard on his windpipe, or maybe it was the situation overall, but all of a sudden Davis lost his consciousness. He stopped struggeling but kept on pissing into his pants. We laughed loudly and continued filming the scene. As soon as he stopped wetting himself the guy kneeling in front of him told his buddies to lift each of the victims legs up and spread them real wide. He wanted to punch the guys balls a few times, while he was still dressed in his white jeans. Davis probably felt the pain, because he was moaning while his balls got additional treatment. Soon he got too heavy for us and so we dropped the body unceremoniously. I knelt over the boy and slapped him into his face a few times. He was breathing normally, but was just hiding inside – I guess. We knew how we could help him, getting out of his shell and so we took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the useless trash. *Zooooosh* and there he was – back again. Looking up he saw us standing next to him. We were surrounding his young body with our cocks dangling from above. Protrouding out of our jeans – showing we were ready to rip his slut ass apart. He started sobbing again immediately and we let him cry and beg us to stop. “Hush…. hush…. it’s okay to cry. Cry for us…. yeah Baby…. I know….. yeah….” We were all stroking our cocks slowly to the melody of his weeping. “We should concentrate on his slit. He is only a decent sucker. Let’s gag him, before we shred his ass to pieces” I suggested to my fellow gang rapists. “So one after another gets to charge him up?” one of my mates asked me. “That’s the way it works. Let’s fuck this kid up so bad. Let’s pump our strains into him…” I hollered. The guys cheered and high-fived each others. Davis had no idea, what we were talking about, but he was not interested in a rape anymore. He was so afraid, that all five cocks would actually hardcore fuck him. He begged us to let him go, but this went unheard. Instead I told him to undress himself. “Strip naked bitch” I hissed. And to stress my seriousness, I kicked him hard into his ribs. “Aeeeooooow” he screamed. “Silence I said…. you can cry all you want, but don’t scream out again, or you will regret it” I told him calmly. “Now strip for us!” Two of us hauled the twink in front of two couches and while the table was moved aside we started some slow music, so Davis could actually be a little more artistic for us - while undressing himself. While four of us enjoyed sitting down and watching Davis strip, I stood nearby with my arms crossed and made sure the pup wouldn’t try to reach the door in a favorable moment. “Move your ass while you strip - you lazy bitch!” I shouted. Jamelia’s song ‘Stop’ played on the radio and gave this atmosphere something special. Davis removed his t-shirt slowly and held it in front of his body. I ripped it away from him and told him to play with his nipples. “Twist your nipples you slut” I said coldly. “Move your body around and dance while you twist your nipples” another cheered. A third one said he wanted to see Davis lick his lips slowly while watching them. He started to dance, he licked his lips, but he didn’t dare to play with his tits. “If you don’t start twisting you nipples now, I will rip them off your chest” I told him sadistically. That was all the help he needed. Sometimes I can be quite convincing. Maybe he thought, licking his lips would rescue him. But we wanted…. More….

Yeah for me there is a huge link between getting fucked bareback and exhibitionism - I love other guys to see me taking loads One thing I will do if newly-arrived in a sauna/bath-house is to get fucked bb in a public area, and be really vocal about it - fuck yeah! cum in me! yeah raw fuck me, man! etc etc - so that if I'm there for the night, then this early performance pretty much ensures everyone watching knows what i'm about. It's usually a successful method!

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 4) Before dressing up I used some toilet paper to wipe my dripping cunt. “Damn…. how did this happen?” I whispered to myself. This was crazy – my head leaned against the wall and I couldn’t help but to finger myself. Somehow I felt like a slut. Taking two dicks up my ass from guys I never met before. But then I thought about Josh - beautiful… handsome looking Josh. I smiled away dreamingly. This night, when our eyes met for the first time, there was magic in the air. I didn’t want to lose the chance in building up a solid relationship to this stunning guy. Everyone was drooling, just looking at him. But tonight he chose me and I wouldn’t let him down. I had done all the things he asked me to and even more. Still I felt somehow cheap and common and I was scared his friends would tell him I enjoyed their cocks. When I left the stall I almost crashed into another guy who wanted to use the toilet. He smiled at me and asked if I would want to taste his dick, but I sort of got back to my senses and shook my head. First I recognized his respectable bulge, but then I saw a friendship ring on his finger. I had the best boyfriend ever, I didn’t need this trash. He was probably cheating his boyfriend. Disgusting….. So I went back to our table, but when I reached it - Josh was sitting there with his friends and another blonde twink, who actually rubbed my boyfriends bulge out the in the open. I was shocked. Josh saw me from afar and waved at me. I moved closer but couldn’t say a word. All I could do was looking at the twink’s hand giving my boyfriend a cock massage through his jeans fabric. Josh told me to sit down next to him. I followed his instruction and got a perfect view of the things happening. My face was frozen. I felt Josh putting his arm around my shoulders, but that didn’t stop the blonde bitch to touch my boyfriend’s dick. The other guys smirked all over their faces. “Listen Buddy - I will be with you in a few minutes. Drink something to warm you up. Next stop is banging your hole …..” he gave me a horny wink with his eyes and then he got up and took this guy by the hand, leading him to the back room areas. Shortly before disappearing, I observed Josh even squeezing the twink’s butt before passing a door. “Where… who… where is he going. Who was this guy, touching Josh? “I asked almost sobbing. “Don’t worry about this bitch. It is just… an ex boyfriend” somebody lied to me. “An ex… and Josh let him touch him this way?” I asked sadly. “You know how it is. If someone is holding on and the other one lets go” Josh’s friends explained. It wasn’t an ex boyfriend though. It was simply another twink whoring around, but I didn’t know that. “He doesn’t give shit about this guy. He wants to be with you” they tried to convince me, but I was almost traumatized. “Josh is a nice guy. I know him. He will look for a quiet and dark corner and there he will hammer this guy, to make him understand, that he is nothing but a cunt to him. He loves you and just wanted to avoid a scene….” they tried comforting me. “Believe me - he will be back with you soon. He knows you are precious and he won’t miss the chance to get you ‘real’ good” they laughed. I felt a bit better now. For a moment I had seen all my dreams shatter, but I had faith in Josh and I believed his best friends. They knew Josh so well…. “So…..?” Someone asked me. “So what?” I looked around at the assembled group. “Don’t you move under the table again?” another guy asked in disbelieve. “I am thirsty…..” I objected. “Nothing you can’t get under the table…..” was the command I received. And so I slid under the table almost naturally and sat there asking the guys to order me a coke. “No coke available…. but you can get recycled beer” someone suggested. ‘Recycled beer...?’ I asked myself, when all of the sudden all the guys opened their pants and I looked around to see five dicks pointing at me….. “Oh nooooo……” I begged them. “You got ten seconds time to chose a dick. If you don’t chose one, we will piss on you.” they threatened me. “You can’t do this to me” I almost shouted and tried to emerge from under the table, but was kicked back. “Ten seconds and counting…” they snarled. I grabbed one dick and took it into my mouth….. waiting for my thirst to be quenched.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 2) I started sucking the second dick in my inexperienced life and felt a bit odd, doing that. Come on - I knelt under a table at a club; I met my Mr. Perfect maybe half an hour ago and now I was sucking the cock of one of his best friends already. Okay…. sucking was not real sex in the eyes of those guys. I considered it as sex before I knew my love, but Josh taught me, it is only foreplay and this would not count. I am happy Josh explains me this stuff, since I am still a virgin to this concept. The cock was not as big as Josh’s dick. No one could compare with his 10 inch dick. I tried to follow their conversations, but after a while it was dull for me, since they seemed to talk about only the hot young guys they wanted to breed and seed, to make them part of the team? I swirled my tongue around the guys piss slit and he moaned excessively. “The bitch is cleaning my piss slit” he announced and I heard some noise like they high-fived each other. Since I was so busy sucking dick, I was not really capable following the conversation. “Look at this bitch - didn’t you breed him 2 months ago – still doing fine…. eh?” someone said. Another one replied, that the job hasn’t been done properly and that maybe another approach should be necessary. “I could bang the little slut and destroy his cunt forever” a third voice said. It sounded like Josh, but I was not sure anymore. They continued talking about the guys in the club and then Josh stood up from the table. He left me alone with his friends? I was alarmed and felt left behind in a way. But then I told to myself, he might just need to take a piss and so I calmed down again. Then the storyline from before entered my mind again. About the slut, that had been bred before. Was Josh really the one, who would try it again? That was not possible. He even told his friends, that I was his boyfriend. “Where did Josh go?” I asked with a timid little voice. “Shut up and suck my cock, you bitch - or do you want us to tell Josh, that you are neglecting us?” the one I gave a blow job replied. Of course I didn’t want to annoy Josh and so I went on sucking the guy’s cock deep into my mouth. I even tried to deep-throat him, but this still made me gag a little. The guy was nice enough not to notice. I guess I did a good job, because shortly after my question the guy hissed he would come any minute now. “Keep on sucking me slut. Don’t forget to suck it all down your throat and directly into your tummy you cock slurping whore” he added. I prepared for another hot load and I was not disappointed. I received a big load of cum. He splashed at least eight or nine times in my mouth and I swallowed all, like I promised Josh. It felt like the guy was satisfied with my work. “Are you an obedient cunt and do you continue sucking, or do you want to disappoint your boyfriend again?” another voice asked me. I rushed to the next crotch and opened his pants and his belt. It was a good feeling, because this time it didn’t take me so long to unwrap the dick. I was a fast learner and I was sure Josh would have been proud of me, sucking his second best friend’s cock. This guy seemed to be a bit dirty. I was overwhelmed by the stench coming out of his cock cage. For the first time in my life I saw an uncut cock and I was in a maze. How should I satisfy him? I started moving the foreskin forth and back. The stench was even more extreme then, and it was all because of the dick cheese on his helmet. “Come on…. don’t be shy and clean my cock before giving me a blow job” the guy suggested. For a moment I felt like I would be sick, but I knew Josh would never forgive me, if I rejected his friend, because of his cheesy helmet. So I extended my tongue and tried to lap the cock cheese away. Meanwhile the guys chatted along at the table. There were no encouraging words for me. I was on my own during this challenge. I had to apply more pressure with my tongue to suck and nibble the cock cheese away. “Not again MC…. are you feeding him your dirty cock? You are such a horny perv….” a voice commented. They guys burst out in a laughter, although it was not funny for me. Not funny at all! Nevertheless I suckled more and more of his huge member into my tiny mouth, trying to satisfy another of Josh’s friends. While I did my duty, I heard someone approach our table again. When I saw the shoes and the jeans with the huge bulge I knew it was my lover. My heart missed a beat knowing, he came back to me. There was a commotion at the table. I couldn’t understand everything, but they seemed to celebrate something. It would be so much nicer if I could sit next to my extremely hot boyfriend, instead of sucking a dick under the table of a club. “Maybe this time the bitch gets it" someone said. The guys seemed to be very excited, because suddenly the cock in my mouth spew thick layers of macho cum straight into my gullet. “Hey Mitch – still busy sucking the fuck slime out of someone else?” this time I didn’t even care if he called me Mitch by accident. I crawled between his legs and answered, that I would be there for him. “Open my fucking pants again. I was on the loo and need some cleaning baby” he chuckled. As my fingers ran along his cock cage, I felt the mighty shaft, still hard and horny for me and lurking for my attention. After enjoying the feeling of his huge cock through his fabric, I opened his pants and was a bit shocked. “Josh!” I exclaimed. “What?” he answered. I told him he must have been hurt. I could clearly see streaks of blood along his shaft. But he answered me this happened on the loo. *Everybody at the table laughed* He hit another thing with his cock. I shouldn’t be worried, this would happened a lot of times, since he was so big down there *Laughter again* He said the bleeding had stopped and dried already, but he needed my assistance in cleaning him up urgently. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and licked along his shaft to clean him up from the bloody streaks. The cock tasted somehow differently than before. It was more than just the taste of blood, but I couldn’t name it. I was thoroughly cleaning his dick up and the streaks disappeared more and more. “Stop licking my shaft now, and start sucking my monster cock clean – I want to be clean when I hit another thing accidently.” he moaned. *More laughter of his friends* The strange taste increased with his dick deeply imbedded in my mouth, and still I had never tasted it before. I knew the smell…. but I couldn’t connect to the experience I obviously made before in my life. The guys heard me gagging under the table, but encouraged me to clean Josh’s dick spotlessly. In the end I didn’t want Josh get a bad reputation because of this and so I made his dick as good as new. Isn’t that, what love is all about…. ?

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

Every once in a while I get extra-horny and post for anonymous tops on Craigslist with the subject, "No condom, no pulling out." It rarely gets any interest, maybe one guy who might be serious or might not - I find guys are more inclined to fuck bareback if it hasn't been discussed or mentioned as an expectation up front. Somehow amid the clouds and sun of a Saturday afternoon, I got not one but three responses. The first guy who answered informed me that he had a top friend and they were looking for a bottom to use together. Needless to say, I sent my info, he told me when they could arrive, and went in the bathroom to prep myself while they were en route. As I was getting ready, I continued to check email and got the other two responses. I wrote back to each guy with my address, telling them that I had two others coming over, so they should just show up and I'd leave the front door open so they could just walk in. One wrote back "OK" but the other was silent, something I usually take to mean that he's going to flake and not show (I hate when they do that after you give them your address!). After about 20 minutes, the first pair arrived, and they didn't disappoint! I let them in, made sure the front door was unlocked, and led them into the living room where I stripped and got down on all fours on the floor and took some huge hits from my brown bottle. They wasted no time in peeling off their clothes and almost immediately I had a thick 8-inch shaft plunging down my throat. I couldn't breathe, I was gagging and drooling all over the place, but I was in heaven! I didn't know where the other guy was until I felt his hands roaming over my ass, fingering my already-lubed hole, and giving me the occasional smack as his friend fucked my throat. The cock in my throat got noticeably harder before its owner withdrew it and moved behind me. I had only a moment to take another hit of poppers before it was replaced by an even bigger shaft, this one at least 9 inches but not quite as thick. This second guy slid into my mouth and down my willing throat in one smooth motion, continuing where his friend had left off. While he did that, I felt the head of the first guy's cock pushing at my hole, and I pushed back a little in order to accommodate him. His cock was slick with my deep throat juices, and he groaned as he slid in balls-deep and began thrusting. As I was stuffed with cock from both ends, I heard the front door open. In walked not one but both of the other guys I had heard from! Talk about timing, they had pulled into my place at the same time. They quickly stripped, being careful not to mix clothes, shoes and phones with the other guys. On seeing these two newcomers, the guy in my throat stood up, and I knelt upright being careful not to dislodge his friend's thick cock, which continued to pound my hole mercilessly. He did this, I saw, to free up both of my hands so that in no time, I was stroking the two new guys, one with each hand, while the first guys continued their assaults on my throat and ass. I have had trains of more guys over the course of a few hours, but never in my life have I had four cocks using me at the exact same time! The guy in my ass finally grabbed my hips and gave a mighty thrust and held it, planting his seed deep inside me. I was disappointed when he slid out, but his friend pulled out of my throat and took his place behind me. His cock in turn was replaced in my throat by one of the newcomers, both of whom I was happy to see had nice seven-inchers. The one entering my throat was thick and uncut, and drooling precum before it even hit my poppered-up lips. And that's how it went for almost an hour this afternoon as I served each cock in turn with my mouth and then my ass. True to my post, each guy fucked my throat and then my ass with no condom, and all added their loads to my stretched out (and now dripping!) hole. I'm siting here with their brew running out of me, typing this and thinking that maybe I'll post again tonight, and maybe add a BBRT ad to the mix to see what additional trouble I can get into!

I tried not to check for wet, semen spots on my denim shorts as I made my walk of shame back to the car and ran my tongue around my mouth savoring the lingering tastes of dick and cum. The sun was just peeking up over the Nebraska cornfields. The voices of a couple arguing carried on the summer wind, and the only other life up at that hour were a few birds hopping around and foraging for what the folks had tossed on the ground the night before. The 2016 primary election campaigns had been a chance to get out and see the world. For some reason, being from the East Coast seemed to make we well qualified to be sent to the Midwest to do some grassroots organizing. I had spent the month of May driving from one end of Nebraska to the other, and finally had a weekend off. Memorial day weekend was the start of the summer, and nothing got the summer off right so folks told me, like going to the carnival. People traveled from far and wide to enjoy the rides, food, see old friends and make new ones. With a half-eaten hot dog in one hand and a dented soda can in the other, I had taken my time walking around the carnival, just enjoying this different part of life on the open plains. Near the back of the fair grounds I noticed an entire section of the carnival was almost totally dark, deserted, centered around the Fun House - at least that’s what the blacked out neon sign on the top of what looked like several shipping containers strung together said. As I got near the far end of the Fun House I could hear banging of metal on metal, along with the frustrated voice of a man who kept repeating, “Worthless piece of shit. Mother-fucking-shit. Worthless piece of shit….” I dropped the remains of my hot dog and drink into a trashcan that had a big white sign sticking out of it - CLOSED. I peeked around the end of the corner and in the dim light could see a man bent over, banging a generator with a silver, metal wrench. There was a can of beer along with a big flashlight perched on the edge of the generator housing and when he next gave the generator a good whack, the flashlight started a fast roll, the can toppled, beer splattered on his pants, and with an unfiltered cigarette still dangling in his mouth he began wiping at his pants and swearing, “Shit, fuck. Mother-fucking-shit.” I could only stare as in his efforts to wipe off the excess liquor he had turned to the side and given me a great view of the fat dick head poking out through the hole in his left pant leg. Something made him aware I was there. He paused, stood up, gave me the once over, took his cigarette out of his mouth with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger and asked, “Hey, what’s up? Can I help you?” I took my eyes off the hole in his pants where his man snake had retreated, shook my head no, “Sorry. I was just wandering around.” He squinted as he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, smiled and said, “Well, since you sorry and all, how about giving me a hand a minute? Grab the light for me will you and shine it in the middle there.” I walked behind him, bent down, fetched the flashlight from the tall grass, and shined the beam onto the broke down generator. With his cigarette back between his lips, the man focused once more on whacking it here and there with his wrench. I don’t know much about mechanical things, but to me, seemed like maybe that was not the best choice. But as he did, I took the chance to look at him closer. His camo baseball cap was frayed around the brim. Beyond the holes in his pants, the tank top he had on appeared to have more holes and stains than anything else. His arms were nice and muscular and his hair appeared to be short, but he had long sideburns that edged down his face and stopped a few inches shy of meeting up with the full, Fu Manchu mustache he wore. I let my eyes continue down, lingering on the beds of sweat on his upper chest, then looked further down to the hole where his dick head had appeared before. The man was down on his right knee, with his left leg up and out, giving me the perfect angle to try to see his dick again if I just moved the light slightly back….”Hey - HEY!” the man said. I looked back at his face, his eyes met mine, he motioned forward with the wrench, “The light - on there - you mind?” I apologized, repositioned the light once more and tried to keep my eyes focused as he worked. “Well fuck,” he said. The man stood up, patted me on the back, “Come on.” He slammed the generator housing cover closed, walked around to the side, I followed trying to shine the light on the ground so we both could see. He went up a couple metal steps at the back, opened a door to a mechanical room, with me close behind. He took the flashlight from my hand, set it on a shelf so it cast off enough light to see by, closed the door, then sat down on a metal folding chair. “Want a beer?” he asked. I nodded, he fished one out of a cooler in the corner, popped one open for himself and took a long swig. “Jesus that’s good. You smoke?” he asked. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I replied. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m talking about weed. That generator is toast, so my night is done. Time to get buzzed and lit - you want to join me?” A few minutes later we were sharing a smoke, emptying a fresh can of beer, and swapping stories. “You from around here?” he asked. I told him I was from out of town and staying in a motel about 20 miles away and had just come for the carnival. His name was Zeke, he and his brother Isaiah were the equipment maintenance guys and had been with the carnival since they got out of high school. Then he added a twist that made my dick hard and my need to get fucked zoom right to the surface, “This job may not pay a whole lot, but we got a roof over our heads - such as it is - travel here and there, I can drink my beer and smoke my weed pretty much all damn day and there’s an endless supply of new ass. Trust me, that’s a mighty good thing since both Isaiah and I are constantly horny.” I was still trying to figure out if he meant ass in the broader “straight man talking about girl pussy” sense or if he meant ass ass - like man ass. That thought process was interrupted as he handed me the joint, stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long, thick, uncut dick, fluffed his balls, and I about choked to death as I inhaled just a bit too quickly. Zeke stepped towards the back wall of the small room, leaned forward and steadied himself with his left hand on the wall in front of him, spread his legs apart and let a stream of hot piss hit the back and trickle down, creating a dark puddle that slowly seeped into the wood floor. I exhaled my latest hit of the joint as Zeke turned, ran his right hand around the dripping head of his dick, then lifted it to his mouth and licked the drops off. He smiled, stepped over to me and dropped his pants to the floor, his dick so close and said, “Want to taste it? I seen you staring at my dick.” I held up the blunt for him to take, leaned forward, set my hands on the sides of his hips and started slurping on that hot daddy dick like there was no tomorrow. “Suck that shit,” Zeke ordered, “Taste that good daddy dick. That’s some real man dick there. You trying to swallow my load or how about I feed it up your ass?” I moaned at that and shifted and Zeke laughed, “Oh yeah smoke that daddy dick, smoke it up. Good boy. Here - take this and smoke this weed a bit while I get a taste of that ass. I’m a supreme assologist.” I stood up, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, took the weed, leaned forward and moaned as Zeke buried his face in my hole and started lapping, slurping, tonguing my ass. The deeper the smoke went into my lungs, the deeper Zeke’s tongue went up my ass and I started grinding my hips back as it felt so fucking good. Zeke paused, I was holding a hit, when I almost dropped it and cried out in pain. He had taken advantage of my distracted state to stand up, grab my hips, and push his raw dick into my hole. “JUST RELAX, HIT THAT WEED AGAIN,” ZEKE SAID. “NO, NO,” I HALF-HEARTEDLY REPLIED. “YOU WANT THIS DICK DON’T YOU?” ZEKE ASKED, “I KNOW IT’S BIG, BUT I ALSO KNOW IT FEELS GOOD IN THAT ASS - FOR YOU AND FOR ME BOTH. GO ON, TAKE A BIG HIT - THAT’S IT - JESUS THAT HOLE JUST TOTALLY RELAXED AND YOU GOT ME NOW BOY - YOU GOT DADDY ALL THE WAY IN THAT ASS. TIME TO POUND IT OUT A BIT BEFORE I CUM.” It took me a sec to catch that last part, “Wait - no - no - please don’t cum in me,” I begged, yet I continued to push my ass back, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Zeke fucked me good. “I’M GONNA CUM…” ZEKE WARNED. “Please pull out, please don’t shoot in….” Zeke interrupted my objection like I was not even speaking, “GETTING READY TO BLOW AIDS COTTON CANDY UP THAT ASS - FEEL MY STICK COATING YOU UP? TWIRLING MY AIDS CUM CANDY? GOOD BOY FOR DADDY - YOU A GOOD BOY - TAKE DADDY’S CANDY. FUCK YEAH FILLING THAT ASS!!!” Zeke continued pumping like he had not shot a load in days. His dick finally slid from home, he turned me around, looked into my eyes, smiled, then tilted his head as he leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Thank you boy. I needed that.” Zeke whispered. I managed to ask, “Are you really? Did you...I’m NEG and…” Zeke sat down, his pants still around his ankles, his dick slick and shimmering in the flashlight’s glow, “Oh yeah, I coated that ass good with some AIDs nutt. Where’d that lighter go - ah! Nothing like a nice ass, good weed, hey pop me a beer. Let daddy fill this bladder back up, give you a good gut full of piss too.” The mechanical room was feeling awful stuffy and I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach realizing I had just taken a raw dick from someone I did not know, and he said he had AIDs to boot. Zeke patted his thigh, “Get over here. Get down there and suck on it a little. Taste that dirty nutt tang after a good fuck and fuck boy you was tight. Look at that - just thinking about giving you my candy is making my shit get hard again. Here - looks like you best take a few hits of this first. That’s it - some good weed makes it all better. Do what daddy says now, hit it - have another beer, then put this dick back in your mouth.” Zeke was right. The weed and beer helped and even though my mind - OK well a tiny, itsy, bitsy, spec of my mind screamed NO DON’T, I had to have that dick back in my mouth. I had been sucking him a few minutes when it seemed the taste changed. I leaned back, looked at the tip of his dick, and licked my lips at the amount of precum coming out. “Are you really POZ?” I asked. Zeke made a weird facial expression, “Don’t really matter now does it boy? But yes. I am. Toxic, POZ, AIDs bug, raw freak, dirty fucker now stand up and bend over so daddy can punish that ass some more for asking too damn many questions. You got to learn to lighten up, fucking live a little, and that sweet ass is too good to keep to yourself.” Another POZ load up my ass and I was following Zeke across to the far side of the fair grounds where the carnie workers had their trailers parked. I was pretty buzzed and really shouldn’t drive and Zeke offered to let me crash at his place - and said we could keep smoking and drinking. We wound our way through a few rows of RVs, hitch campers, and headed towards a medium sized tow camper hooked up to a beat up brown and white pickup that was parked off to the side from the rest, under a lone parking lot light. I could hear the muffled noise of a TV playing, saw the shifting light of the picture screen through the dingy curtains, and smelled the stench of weed emanating from the tin box. I smiled, yeah no wonder Zeke parked off to the side. Zeke opened the door, stepped in, and I followed, only to be hit by a wave of man funk and thick smoke. “Close the fucking door!” a voice bellowed. I snapped the door shut, Zeke shifted to the side and waved towards the middle of the camper, “This is Isaiah, my little brother.” The shock must have shown on my face as Isaiah looked nothing like Zeke. He was a lot taller, thicker, with long wild hair and a ZZ Top style beard. When he stood up from behind the small inset table, he took up half the fucking camper. My eyes followed his beard/chest hair trail down, across his heavy stomach and then rested on his horse dick, half hidden in a bushel of pubic hair. “Figured you’d be up and wouldn’t mind if I brought us home a little company,” Zeke said. Isaiah set the joint he was smoking down in a filled ashtray on the table, took a long swig from a bottle of beer, and just looked at me with a scowl. “Go on now,” Zeke pushed me a step forward, “He won’t bite - well he will, but not until he’s got that dick buried and you can’t run. He ain’t showered or nothing in about a week, so that dick cheese is ready to be harvested and he’s been saving it up for just such a special occasion.” Isaiah pulled his hair back away from his face with his left hand and looked down at me as I kneeled on the camper floor and reached out for his dick slowly like I was trying to slide a salmon away from a grizzly. I eased the long foreskin back and rolled it into a series of ridges behind his crusted, pale dick head. Zeke was right. There was enough cheese that you could have slathered up some bread and hit the griddle. A tap on my right shoulder, “Here, once you get it mostly clean huff on these. Fresh bottle of Jungle Juice poppers - will clean that palette, make your hole ease open, and turn you into a total pig boy for your daddies.” I gagged, choked, swallowed and when I tried to pull off his growing horse dick Zeke stepped close behind as Isaiah held my head so I had no place, and way to run. Their bodies pressed tighter and I heard them moan and other sounds. Were they kissing? Christ that gives whole new meaning to brotherly love. I’m a damn good dick sucker and love a challenge, so I kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in the top of his pubic hair and my throat was convulsing around his shaft. I couldn’t breath, but knew that was OK and started to count in my head, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec,...I hit 27 before the brothers separated. I pulled back, gasping. Isaiah pulled me up, pushed me towards the back of the camper and as I lay on my back on the bed he tossed the bottle of poppers at me. I opened the cap, spilled some on my hand, sniffed them good and deep and pulled my legs back. I needed that big country dick up my ass - NOW! “POZ HIS HOLE MAN. I ALREADY DUMPED TWO LOADS OF MY AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY UP IN THERE AND HE WANTS IT - HE NEEDS IT - TOTAL NEG BUG CHASER!” Zeke said from behind his brother. Isaiah had my legs up so my ankles were hooked on his shoulders and he was slamming my ass as deep as he could go with no foreplay. The initial shock of his entry had quickly given way to a fucking fantasy fuck. Isaiah’s long hair fall down the sides of his face, framing his intense stare as he looked in my eyes with a serious, focused glare. I reached up and starting tugging at his nipples. His left upper lip curled, I twisted harder, and his lip now curled up enough to show teeth, as his breathing got louder. I had to have it all so I begged while I twisted his nipples as hard as I could, “FUCK ME. POZ ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS, PLEASE POZ ME.” My ass had never been so totally owned as it was right then. Isaiah pulled me a bit closer to the front of the bed, bent me over even more so he could hook his hands up behind my shoulders. I had never knowingly taken a POZ dick before his brother. I sure as hell had never begged for it. But there was some primal drive, some awakening in my soul, a realization of some new need, desire, to be owned, marked, taken, filled, and bred by any dick I came across no matter the consequences. Isaiah leaned down and started kissing me; his beard scratching my lips and face and he grunted, growled, and tongue bathed me. He picked up his dick pace and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but then he eased off, started doing slower strokes, which just made me crazy. “DON’T STOP!” I gasped. He then slammed hard and fast once more, my moans lost in his open mouth as we melded our spit. Again he eased off, slowed his strokes, which was not right - I needed that dick! OVER AND OVER ISAIAH FILLED ME DEEP THEN EASED BACK TO TEASE MY HOLE. MY BODY WAS QUIVERING AND MY ASS WAS SPASMING AND BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING I ARCHED MY BACK, ISAIAH SENSED THE CHANGE IN MY BODY AND SLAMMED IT HARD AND DEEP AS HE COULD, AND I STARTED TO SHOOT TWIZZLER LIKE STRANDS OF HOT CUM BETWEEN OUR TORSOS WITHOUT EVER HAVING JACKED MY DICK. THE CLENCHING OF MY HOLE ON HIS RAW DICK WAS ALL ISAIAH NEEDED, AND HE TOO STARTED TO GRUNT AS SPUN OUT HIS AIDS COTTON CANDY DEEP IN MY ASS. Once the draining of his charged load was complete, Isaiah pulled himself out and off me, gently shoved me to the side, crawled up on the backside of the bed and promptly started snoring. I gave him a look of indignation as Zeke laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s like that. Just needs a quick catnap is all. He’ll be back up in no time ready to go another round. In the meantime, come out here and smoke with me and while you hit this fresh roll let me stir his nutt around in your hole with my dick. That shit was hot as fuck!” That’s how the rest of the evening and night went - the two brothers taking turns sharing a joint, sharing a drink, sharing my ass and mouth. As I left their camper in the morning, Isaiah - who I learned was a man of few words but a whole lot of action - shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into my hands with a smile. Once I had made it to my car, I ironed the paper out on the car seat. It was a schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Antonio Biaggi Peto Coast Lito Cruz Rocco Steele Bard McGuire

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Count me in as a member of the pain club. Do your worst. Fists and feet turn me on. Only been with one guy who liked to punish me. Broke two of my ribs by kicking me as I was lying on the floor. Hot. I still think about it.

PART 7 As I stood up, I felt sore all over. My pussy was slick and sore and my body was aching all over, it felt like the morning after my first day at the gym. Well I just got fucked by 6 guys yesterday, I think this is just normal haha. As I stood up, I continued to look for the guys and no one was in the living room or in the kitchen. I also couldn't find my clothes. So I was there naked wondering where the guys went. I decided to try Khalid's bedroom and as I opened the door, there he was, alone and topless on his bed. The morning sunlight perfectly highlighting his scruff, amazing pecs, and well toned abs. My body was tired and aching all over but I could feel my pussy getting wet and twitching at the sight of Khalid's naked body. I tried to resist but I couldn't ... I went over to him, tried not to wake him and just smelled him all over. He smelled like a man. Slightly musky, a little bit of sweat, and pure sexiness. It didn't smell bad at all... it was like inviting me to come over and fuck him. I then put my hands on his chest and caressed his amazing pecs and abs... I moaned as I savoured the feeling of just touching him. He was still asleep but since it was morning... the morning wood as what others call it started to show itself... his boxers were now showing this huge bulge and I put my hands over it. Felt his cock and just played with it. I exposed his cock from the hole in his boxers and there it was, I've unleashed his 8 inch cock into the air and into full view... the morning sunlight made his cock and his body look so amazing... his body glistened with little specks of sweat and his cock looked liked an amazing piece of brown meat waiting to be serviced. I moved over and played over his cock... licking it and playing with his shaft. I was jacking him off while I sucked on his cock head. He was still asleep and I enjoyed being in control this time. I then licked on his shaft and balls then decided to go all out and suck him deep throat. I gagged a little but I loved the taste and feeling of his cock in my mouth. I slurped and slurped and I decided to ride him. My pussy was still slick from last night's fuck and I went on top of him and guided his cock into my pussy... I slowly allowed his cock into my pussy as I was now on top of him... slowly going down as his thick cock continued to go deeper into my pussy. I stretched me and the wetness of my pussy made it such a smooth penetration. After a few more seconds he was now all inside me... I then started to slowly ride it and enjoyed the feeling of fullness it gave me. I felt my body with my hands all over my boobs and clit... I was moaning and moaning and just giving into the movement f pure ecstasy... I rode him for a few more minutes and then as I looked into Khalid I saw that his eyes were now open. He was just there looking at me and smiling... His smile made him even look more sexy. He said "good morning sexy" in such a soft but sexy tone that I think I could get used to this. He now put his hands on my boobs and played with my nipples then he moved one hand into my hips and he started to guide my movements into his cock... he then moved his other hand from my nipples into my clit and played with it. It was amazing... the cock, the clit play and the general atmosphere of just sex made it all too sexy for me. I could feel my pussy getting more wet and I felt it spasm as I had my first orgasm of the day... I moaned and moaned and then I heard Khalid grunt as he released his load into me. We were slightly sweaty by now and we smelled of sex. I slowly removed myself from Khalid's semi erect cock and I just scooched beside him in the bed. He was now behind me and he hugged me from behind. It was so sensual and romantic and I liked it. He then said "this is my best way a person has woken me up". I then moved myself and now faced him and looked into his eyes, he smiled and I smiled and he gave me a small kiss. He hugged me tightly and I could feel that I was more than a booty call for him. Khalid then offered to make breakfast. I went to the shower cleaned myself from all fluids all over me and then got a towel to cover myself as I joined Khalid in the kitchen. We ate breakfast like that... me on a towel and Khalid topless. We were liked an odd couple haha. We talked about last night and he said after I blacked out... Rafiq and Mohammed continued to fuck me and maybe blew at least 4 more loads into me. He also said that before leaving... Hassan also blew another load into me and he as well... before sleeping fucked me and blew a good dose of sperm into my vagina. He said it was the best night he and his friends ever had. I was there silent and smiled. I felt so used but I liked how it sounded... being used while unconscious made me feel like a total slut and it seemed to be a validation of who I truly am... a slut, a whore, a cum dumpster to service all these guys. The thought of it made me feel hot and horny again. While Khalid was eating breakfast I went under the table... and sucked on his cock. He got hard quickly as a slurped and slurped on his thick cock. I was sucking him as he continued to eat breakfast. He gave out small moans and grunts every now and then and I serviced him like never before. Then I felt it. His cock pulsating and releasing his cum into my mouth and throat. I savoured the taste of his cum and I thought this goes well with te toast and eggs I just ate. I felt like such a slut right then and there and I felt proud of it. I might have enjoyed the romantic side of Khalid but I also like being used. After slurping on Khalid's cock... I got out of the table and continued to eat breakfast. Khalid just laughed and smirked in disbelief to what a total slut I am. He then said "I like you, if you are such an amazing woman, sexy and a total slut, you are perfect for me, if you ever get pregnant, I don't care who the father is, I'll marry you" I just smiled back and told him, "it would take more than a few fucks to get me pregnant, let's just enjoy the moment now. With you and your friends having a slut to serve you all" we finished breakfast moments later and I asked him where my clothes were. He pointed towards a small table, I found my clothes and got dressed there in front of him. I told him that I had to leave as I said goodbye I kissed him again, gave his bulge a good squeeze and left his flat. As I was walking towards the Main Street it did dawned on me, what Khalid said earlier, what if I get pregnant? I've been off my pills since arriving in Egypt and all the cocks I've taken were raw and most came inside my pussy. i then decided to schedule an appointed with the university doctor to see what are my options.

I love Ian Jay. I wish he'd do more stuff.

I've been collared, leashed, blindfolded and gagged at a sex party/group fun at someone's house. There were eight of us, one guy started talking about it, sounded popular with the others, so I volunteered, cos I'll try anything once, and I'd been curious about it for a long time. It was a strange experience. Awesome at times, but the blindfold made me disassociate a bit - I was getting fucked pretty hard, pissed on (pretty sure), really nasty verbal, and slapped about a bit. Being gagged I had no way to communicate anything much. But at times I wasn;t really present because I couldn't see. The fantastic thing is it did break me inside - unable to talk or see, and totally at their mercy - which admittedly was more merciful than I was expecting! - I did just submit. There was this great moment when I just thought - fuck it, do what you want, do EVERYTHING you want, just hurt me over and over, destroy me for your pleasure... I must've communicated that somehow cos my treatment got rougher after that... or seemed to. Other parts of it were blurry like a dream because of the blindfold. After a couple of hours (I think) I was freed, bit by bit (first the blindfold, then the gag and finally the leash) and two of the guys really sweetly scooped me up exhausted off the floor and just held me on the sofa for about 30 mins, gently dominant and owning me, but reassuring me too. Perfect ending. I'm really glad I did it, and maybe I'd do it again, but only with the right guys, not just anyone...

10. JP "He's a hottie," Jon said, as we walked towards the kitchen. We knew each other well enough that I barely had to reply. "Yeah," I grunted. My cock bounced in time with our strides. It was enough to elicit that a slight hardening of my shaft. "Glad you found him. Glad he came over for the weekend." "Glad we are pozzing him up?" Jon asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my dick. In just a few steps and almost fewer words, it had grown from something soft to full mast, a long, hard erect symbol of my masculinity and power. "Hell yeah," I said. We had reached the kitchen. "Keep the favors for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so." Jon grabbed a vape pen. It was filled with a cannabis cartridge. It would be enough for tonight. He did a long hit, then handed the pen to me. Not until I finished my drag did he exhale a thick cloud. "Damn. This is good. My man. Some pot. Our boy." I exhaled. "And another boy. And no rubbers." Jon nodded. We were silent for a minute, feeling the thick vape hit our blood stream. I thought I heard the bed rocking a bit in the distance, the two boys already hard at work fucking. Jon finally broke the stillness. He stepped over to the counter, and grabbed Seth's gym bag. "Want to get Seth properly prepared for the weekend?" "Hell yeah," I said. "It's in there?" Jon put the bag on the counter and unzipped it. Right at the top of the bag was the familiar white bottle with yellow stripes. "Yeah," Jon said. "Right there." He pulled the bottle out, and opened it. "Seal already broken." "He's making it easy for us," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "Of course he is," Jon said. "He knows what he wants." "Maybe you just know what you want?" I asked. "What we want," Jon said. "What we all want." "Very true," I said. "Take his bag back to the bedroom?" Jon asked. "I need to get something from the study." "Of course," I said, taking the bag from Jon. He had showed me the sugar pills he had ordered a few days ago. They were nearly perfect matches for the blue pills that Seth had gotten just earlier today. The young man would never be able to tell the difference between the two, even if he knew what he was looking for. In addition to the bag, I also grabbed the vape pen. The night was still young, and there was going to be much more play tonight. As Jon went to the study, I went back to the bedroom. I took a quick peek at Cal and Seth; Seth's leg's were resting on Cal's shoulders and Cal's cock was buried deep in Seth's hole. In the bathroom, I put Seth's bag down, and pulled out the bottle of Truvada. I placed it on the counter, waiting for Jon to come back with the placebos. Unlike the bedroom or the post-sunset kitchen, the bathroom was brightly and unforgivingly lit. The harsh light seemed to accentuate every bit of grey hair on my body, from the sparse flecks on my head, to the thick salt and pepper of my goatee, to the rare few in my pubes. It was vain of me, but I stared at my chest in the mirror. In my youth, it was a thick, dark mat of hair. But, in my sixth decade, the grey had started to assert itself. Cal called me his silver-chest; it was supposed to be a term of endearment, but there was that nagging fear of the mortality the grey hair represented. "So fucking hot," Jon said, coming up behind me. He ran his hand through my chest hair, pulling me close to him. His cock nestled in my ass, semi-hard. "So fucking beautiful," he continued. "Thanks," I said. I craned my head back and gave him a long kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, before I pushed it back to explore his mouth with my tongue. "This is nice," I finally said, interrupting out make out session. "But there is a task we must do." "You want to do the honors?" Jon asked. He picked up the bottle from the counter and handed it to me. "How many you think?" I asked. "Eighteen," Jon said. "Same as his age." I stepped to the toilet, opening up the Truvada bottle. Quietly to myself, I began to count one pill at a time out, dropping each one into the toilet. At the same time, Jon was counting out pills from the plastic bag. "One," we began, just loud enough that the other could hear. "Two," we continued, counting slowly and steadily until we reached eighteen. I flushed the toilet. The pills swirled around and then disappeared. It was a signal moment in the events of the weekend; Jon and I had moved beyond a simple pozzing, and were now actually stealthing Seth. Making it even better, there would be no way that he would ever be able to figure out what we had done. I stepped behind Jon and handed him the nearly empty bottle of Truvada. The few pills that remained would make this betrayal even worse for Seth. Far from having a strong shield against the virus, he would have just enough drugs in his bloodstream to produce a drug-resistant strain. He'd go from merely infected to full-blown faster than most. As I stood behind Jon, my bathrobe fell open, and my dick fell out. It was now stiff. I had barely noticed it growing while I was counting out the pills. But it had grown, and was now sticking out and up with a bead of pre-cum nestled at the tip. I nestled my dick against Jon's crack. "Someone is getting turned on," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. Jon's phallus was also erect. "But I'm not the only one." "Your cock feels good," Jon said. He rubbed his ass against me. I thought I could feel the heat from his hole. In the excitement of Seth's hole, I had forgotten about the familiar pleasures of my husband's hole. "Really good." "I got my latest labs back today," I whispered into his ear. "And?" Jon asked. He reached up, and pushed the robe off of him. There was nothing between us any longer. "How's my boo?" "VL's higher. 1.4M." "T-cell?" Jon pushed back against my cock. I could tell he wanted me inside of him. "Lower. 600." "That's..." Jon trailed off. He didn't have to say anything more. "Yeah. Close to full-blown." He pressed against me again, and turned his head to kiss me. We were quiet for a moment, letting our entwined tongues do the speaking. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you too. How do you feel?" "About It?" The virus. The It. It ruled our lives in so many fundamental ways. There was no question that It deserved the god-like honorific of capitalization. "Yeah." "Scared. Nervous. Excited." Even if Jon was scared, his ass had already decided what it wanted. We had shifted position just enough so that my dickhead was pressed up against his hole. "It was bound to happen." "Yeah," I said. "Just not sure it was supposed to be this soon." Jon was pressing back against me, trying to get my cock inside of him. "Need something? "You. Your load. Your toxic, infected, dirty cum," Jon answered. My dick was throbbing. It was hard to deny my man what he wanted so badly. "I know," I said. "There will be plenty of time for that later." I gave him a kiss. "But for now, let's focus on Seth." There was another kiss, this time longer. "Is Cal still off meds?" I asked. Cal and Jon were the ones that kept track of the health of the family. "Yeah," Jon said. "Seth's getting double-barreled." "You know," I replied. "He deserves more. He should be getting triple-barreled." I reached around and grabbed Jon's dick. It was thick and heavy, full of blood and sperm. I could feel the dull throb of the virus, sleeping in a drug-induced coma, but ready to be re-awakened, ready to unleash its deadly anger on an unsuspecting young man. Jon's cock jumped in my hands as he realized what I was telling him. "You think?" Jon asked. "Yeah," I said. I spun him around so that he was facing me. Our cocks knocked against each other, like two steel bars hitting. "You owe this small thing to Seth, don't you?" "All three of us?" Jon asked. "At once?" "Of course." I had been the one who had stopped drugs first in our family. It had been for a project a few months ago, a young go-go dancer we had met online. The boy had been so entranced with the drugs we were providing that I am not sure he ever really noticed that every time Miss Tina came around, the condoms mysteriously disappeared. Cal had been the second one to stop drugs. It was much harder for him. He had been poz for only a few years, and had never stopped his meds before. It had been a fight, but eventually, we had convinced Cal of how important it was to help spread the infection. That night had been a special night for all of us; Cal was crying, terrified of getting sick, even as he was begging me to pump him full of my infected poz cum. A few weeks later, Cal's blood work proved that the meds had left his system, and his virus was once more ascendant. Three weeks after that, another young man tested positive for HIV. It seemed only natural that Jon would join us, especially for a project as important as Seth. "You're the odd one out. Still medicated, unable to reach your full potential." "It seems like the right thing to do," Jon said. "Helping Seth." "Doing it together," I said. "As a family." "You like him," "Yeah," I said. "I do." "I'm glad. We should keep him. You should make him your boy." "You serious?" I asked. "Of course," Jon replied. "You smile when you talk about him. Your dick gets hard when you talk about him." From the other room, there was another moan of pleasure from Seth. "And it seems like he and Cal are getting along just fine." "I want him," I said. "I want to breed him." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "There's something about Seth. I want to to simultaneously take him in my arms and protect him, even while my AIDS cock is nestled deep in his bare hole." "Dripping your high viral load poz cum into his defenseless hole?" Jon was probing me, seeing what triggered me tonight. The idea of my dick inside of Seth was already enough to get me hard. The idea of pozzing him was making me drip. "Yeah," Jon said, staring down at the bead of pre-cum that was forming at the tip of my dick. "Just like that. Dripping into him." "Yeah. I do." I had a moment's guilt, wondering if getting infected was really Seth's desire. But it didn't matter. I had done it so many times. I had done it to Jon. I had done it to Cal. I had done it to too many anonymous, hungry me. Seth was just one more. "I want to breed him. I want him to be mine. "Make him your boy. Make him your infected poz boy," Jon said. "I want you to. Cal will want you to." He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Even if you don't know yet, your cock knows what it wants." "We'll talk more," I said. "But there's something we need to do first." I turned Jon back around, facing the bathroom counter. "It's time to help Seth in this process." Together, we scooped up the pills that Jon had counted out, and put them in Seth's bottle. It took only a few seconds, then we put the cap back on. Jon shook it, making sure the real and fake were mixed up. Each morning Seth took a pill, he had an even chance of taking a harmless, useless placebo. "You going to remind him to take his drugs in the morning?" Jon asked me. "Why?" "That's my man," Jon said. "The man that infected me." "Lost track of how many I have infected," I said. In order to make the numbers balance out, I had to infect two men before I died. I had stopped counting when I did ten times that. I had barely met Jon, and since then, our pace had only picked up. "Seth will be just one more," Jon said. We were briefly interrupted by another loud moan from the bedroom. It was a deep moan, but from a young man. It was clearly Seth, clearly unable to process what Cal was doing to him. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon said. "Give him what he needs." Much more quietly, so that only the two of us could hear, Jon continued. "Give him AIDS." "Right on," I answered Jon, loud enough for the boys to hear in the other room. "Infect him," I said, but this time it was for Jon's ears only. We were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of our boy fucking another man. "Fucking hot," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. "Listening to our boy breed." "Spreading his seed." There was a visceral grunt from the bedroom. We had both heard it so many times before. It was the sound of Cal reaching orgasm. His seed was shooting out of his cock, right into Seth's pure, innocent hole. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm," Jon called out. "Should we join them?" I asked. We had done what needed to be done in the bathroom, and if Cal was like any other horny college boy, he was going to need another dick in him soon. "Sure," Jon said. He carefully hid the bag of fake Truvada in a drawer, before pulling on the bathrobe he had let fall earlier. He didn't bother trying to close the front. He knew it was an exercise in pointlessness; his erection would stick out no matter what. "Who should get him next?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer the question. I grabbed his hand, and together, we walked out to the bedroom. On the bed, Seth was on his back, his legs nearly tucked behind his ears, as Cal's young cock was still buried deep in Seth's hole. "You take care of the boy, boy?" I asked. Seth answered. "Yeah," he said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. It was painfully stiff; his balls swollen with unreleased cum. "But, when is it my turn?" "Your turn boy? Your turn?" Jon asked. "What makes you think it's your turn?" Jon's cock was bouncing up and down in front of him. Despite all the loads Jon had already injected into Seth, Jon was aching to make another deposit. "Relax," I said. "You can last long enough for a horny teenaged boy to get off. How long will it take?" "Too long," Jon said, but he was laughing. "So, Seth. Who do you want to take your load?" I asked. I didn't know who Seth was going to choose. Worse, I didn't know who I wanted him to choose. Part of me wanted to take his load, but I also wanted to see Jon take it. Even after all these years, there was something intensely arousing about seeing my husband get fucked and taking a load. But that would mean I wouldn't get to feel his hard shaft slide up into my hole. Nor would I get to feel his eager thrusts, pushing himself inevitably to orgasm. I also wanted to see Cal take his load. I wanted to watch the two men revel in the youthful perfection of their bodies, exploiting the pleasure each of them brought the other. "I want to know as well," Cal said. Cal's dick was still in Seth's hole, but that hardly satiated his lust for hard cock fucking him. "Fuck," Seth said, as the full meaning of my question hit him. "I don't want to choose." "But you have to," Jon said. "If I have to," he said, and paused for a moment. He opened his mouth once, but closed it again without saying anything. Then he opened again. "JP," he said. I want to cum in him first." "Me?" I stammered. I had thought through scenarios of Jon, the one who had first planted all these seeds in his head, and also planted the first seed in his hole. Or I had thought of scenarios with Cal, the one who was so close to him in age, attitude, and horniness. But somehow, I had forgotten about anything that involved myself. But yet, it was me who Seth had selected. He had barely hesitated when he had selected me. "Yeah," Jon said. He was smiling at me, happy that I had been choosen. "You." "Well," I said. "If it is my turn, it is my turn." I got on to the bed, and lay down next to Seth. The boy turn to me, and we began to kiss. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Of course I'm ready," Seth said. I looked down. His cock was sticking straight up with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. "I've been ready." Cal was slowly pulling his cock out from Seth's hole; each ridge and vein made Seth's dick throb with pleasure. "And you?" "Of course," I said. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked this week. Although we had our preferences, my family was a versatile one, ready to lend a dick or a hole as it was needed. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Seth's cock. It was fatter than I expected, harder than I realized. It was good that Jon had been the last man to fuck me. His cock was a bit longer, but not as thick. Anything less, and I would have to take back my assertion of readiness. "Damn, that's bigger than it looks." "You'll take it," Jon said. His tone of voice was the perfect blend of a statement of fact and a command. Of course, I would take it. It was just a matter of how much lube would be needed or how many hits from the brown bottle I would take. "And I'm going to watch." Cal had finally pulled himself out of Seth's hole, and moved to the side. Seth took the opportunity to move himself between my legs. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him, offering up my tight hole for his pleasure. "Fuck, that's what I want to see," Seth said. "Fucking hot man, offering up his hole." "Raw hole," I said. "Never gonna use a rubber again." Seth smiled and poured some lube on his cock. He quickly rubbed it across the full length and girth of his shaft, getting it shiny with the slippery oil. Jon handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and inhaled greedily. Just as I was switching nostrils, Seth pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. "Gonna go all the way in." "Do it," Cal said. "He can take it." "Of course he can," Seth said. He took the brown bottle from me and held it under his nose. He took a hit and switched nostrils like an old hand. He was going to look so hot smoking a glass pipe. He handed the bottle back to me. "Oh damn," he grunted as the poppers began to take effect. "Fuck," he moaned, as he pressed his dick against my hole. "Fuck," I grunted, as his cockhead pushed into my body. His dick was just as thick as it looked. I had to force myself to relax; at least the weed and poppers made that easy, as Seth's shaft pressed into me. "Oh god," I said, as I tried to accommodate his meaty tool. "You've got this," Seth said. I started into his blue-green eyes, trying not to think about anything other than his cock in my hole. From long experience, it was better to grab the bull by its horns and give myself over to getting fucked than trying to distract myself from what my body was enduring. As I forced myself to accept Seth's tool, it became easier to feel the pleasure in getting fucked. "Oh damn," I grunted. "Your cock." I exhaled, possibly for the first time since I had hit the poppers. The warm waves of pure carnal lust radiated out from my dick and went directly to my ass. I finally relaxed, and Seth's dick slid the rest of the way into me. "Fucking hard cock." "Fucking hot ass," Seth said. He pulled his cock out, just enough to torment me with the idea of no cock at all. "Fucking HOT ASS," he slurred, slamming his dick back into me. He leaned over me, his face only inches from mine. "Hot, hot ass," he said. His breath was warm. "Fucking hard dick," I said. Seth was slowly finding his rhythm. Every time his dick hit a sensitive spot, bolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body. "Oh, damn," Seth moaned as he hit another sensitive spot. "The way your ass milks my dick." He hit another spot, and I clenched down, trying to work through the sudden pain. "Fucking milking me," he repeated. Our faces were barely an inch apart. He was staring at me, his eyes dilated in pleasure. "Fucking hard dick," I finally managed to say, not wanting to ruin the pleasure he was feeling. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, his dick throbbed and some pre-cum leaked out into me. "Hot boy fucking me hard." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his lips against mine. Seth needed no additional instructions. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every part of it. What he lacked in kissing experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed it away. "No," he said. "It's my turn now." He pushed his dick back into me. It was a small display of dominance, but the men around me were experienced. They saw it for exactly what it was. "Boy's getting cocky," Cal said. "Fucking hard boy dick," I said. Seth slammed back into me. "Pounding me deep." "Hot damn daddy hole," Seth said, before sticking his tongue back into me. He ran his hand over my chest, running my chest hair through his fingers. "Goddamned hot daddy hole," he repeated himself. Although big, his cock was perfectly shaped and it was easy to get comfortable. I quick got acclimated to the thick shaft of man meat pushing its way deeper into me. "Fucking hot boy cock," I murmured between our kisses. "Fucking pound me." I kissed him again. "Slam it into me, my fucking hot boy." I didn't intend to say that. "Feels so good inside me, my boy." I really didn't intend to double down on it, but I was powerless. I wondered if Seth would even notice it. "Fuck yeah, Daddy." He had noticed. His cock had gotten hard and the pre-cum had gone from a slow drip to a steady stream. "I'm going to cum in you Daddy. Breed that hot butt of yours." "Do it, boy. Cum in me. Breed me good." His cock was slamming in and out of me, eagerly exploring my hole, and loving every sensation of being inside another man. The pre-cum was leaking from him, and it wouldn't take much for his dick to explode. "Cum in me, boy," I said. He pressed his lips against me, and slammed his cock balls-deep into my hole. I reached down and grabbed his muscular butt and pulled him deeper into me. My fingers quickly found his hole, and gently teased him. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm cumming," he said. His was barely able to contain his energy, and his whole body began to spasm as his balls started to pump their accumulated load into me. "Come on boy. Do it. Shoot your load into me. Mark me." From the very first spurt, it was obvious that Seth was shooting boy seed. It was watery and weak, capable of only impregnating a woman. It would have no effect against a man like me. But tonight, it didn't matter. What was important was that he had cum inside of me and that we were now fluid bonded. No matter what happened, we would always have that connection. "Oh fuck Daddy," Seth grunted. His hips continued to buck wildly as his balls pumped more and more of his sweet, innocent boy cum into me. "I'm cumming in you." "Come on boy. Breed me." Jon and Cal were kneeling on the bed around the two of us, both of them stroking their hard cocks, Their balls were filled with a real man's semen: thick, potent, powerful, and deadly. I stuck a finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Seth grunted in response, and his dick throbbed again. Another spurt of his cum landed in my hole. "Feels so fucking good. You playing with my hole. Me cumming in you." "I know, boy. No need for any of this to stop." My own dick was just as hard as Seth's. In one night, Jon, Cal, and I had taken down the armor that Seth had put on. We had taught him how the physical protection denied him the true pleasure of man-on-man fucking, and he no longer needed the shield that the rubbers provided. We had also sabotaged the chemical weapons he had to protect himself. Of course, he would continue to use them, but the placebos would provide no security, and the rare functioning pill would be worse than useless, actively helping to breed resistance in the virus we were gifting you. "No need for it to stop at all," Jon said. Seth and I turn to see him playing with his hard cock. "Ready for another load?"

Part 4. It took a few weeks for Jake to come down with even the mildest symptoms of a viral infection. In the immediate aftermath of our encounter with Eddie and Bill, I tried to reassure him that things would be OK, that PrEP really worked and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. I doubled up on giving him the blue pills for that first week to try to make him feel better, knowing they were just pain killers and wouldn’t help stop what was happening to his immune system with each passing day. He didn’t even really put it together that his low-grade fever and cold symptoms were anything out of the ordinary, but I was watching closely, and I noticed. And shared the news with my text buddies, who had been eagerly waiting for any news. Jake and I agreed that we would play safe with each other until the 6 month point, at which time he could get tested and we could go back to normal. During those months, I cultivated a friendship with a tech at the clinic, and ultimately let him in on my idea for how things would go down. It didn’t hurt that soon after we met, I gave up my hole to him raw and let him dump his seed in me as often as he wanted. If Jake wouldn’t do it, I had to seek other opportunities. During our pillow talk after he dumped inside me, we developed the plan. In the same period, Jake’s friend Matt moved back to town. I fucking hated Matt from the moment we first met, when Jake and I were first dating. They were best friends, and it was obvious to me that Matt was in love with Jake, but it was never stated outright. As Jake and I had grown closer, I pulled him further away from Matt, which broke his heart I’m sure. He eventually took a job out of state, but they kept in touch. I could tolerate that, but when the bitch moved back to town and wanted to rekindle their friendship, I knew I had a problem...and an opportunity. To Jake’s surprise, I encouraged him to spend time with Matt - we weren’t having sex much, and giving them some space to catch up allowed me more time to visit my clinic friend Dean. When I told Dean about Matt, he had a great idea, which I readily took him up on. I gave Dean all the information I knew about Matt, and it didn’t take him long to find him in an online app and strike up a connection. Matt’s profile said he was a total bottom who only played safe. Dean chatted him up, and after a short conversation told him he was an HIV counselor and was on PrEP (a lie, as he was actually poz, but Matt didn’t need to know that), but he only fucked bare. Matt got quiet, but kept up the chat. He said he had thought about PrEP, but that he had a pill phobia and couldn’t imagine having to do that every day. Add that to the fact that he didn’t have insurance yet with his new job, and it just wasn’t an option for him. Dean played it cool, said he understood Matt’s apprehension and also that PrEP wasn’t for everyone, but said that there was nothing like that feeling of skin on skin sex with no barriers in between. Dean suggested maybe Matt might know somebody he could trust who he would let fuck him raw - maybe someone in a monogamous relationship who knew their status beyond a shadow of a doubt. Matt perked up at that suggestion and said he knew just the person he wanted to ask. When Jake came home a short time later and told me what Matt suggested, I shocked him by telling him I thought it sounded hot. He confessed that he always thought I was jealous of his closeness with Matt, and I admitted he wasn’t wrong - but that since we started playing with other people, a lot of those feelings I’d had had resolved. And you had to admit, Matt had a sweet ass that looked eminently fuckable. Jake agreed on that point, but said it was impossible given his current freaked out state after the broken condom incident. I reassured him yet again, and said how the timing was actually perfect - that his test was coming up and after the last 6 months of safe sex only, he could be more certain of his status than ever. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, and still seemed a little unsure. I said we still had time to think about it and talk it through. When the day came for his clinic visit, I took the day off and went with him. I admit my hole twitched just a bit when we walked in and I saw Dean behind the counter, looking up from his computer and smiling at us. He greeted us and confirmed Jake’s appointment and information. When the doctor came out to fetch Jake, he informed us it was their policy to not allow anyone else into the exam room. Jake protested, but I told him it was OK, that I’d be waiting right here and confirmed that it would be OK for us to hear the results together. The doctor said that would be fine, and led Jake into an exam room. Immediately after the door shut, I hurried to a supply closet down the hall and waited for Dean. I dropped my pants and as soon as I heard him come in, I bent over and offered my hole. I saw him place his phone on the shelf next to my head, then unzip his fly. He said he only had a few minutes until Jake’s blood would have been drawn and the doctor would buzz him to come retrieve the sample and take it to the lab for processing. I felt his cock press against my hole, and I pressed back against it, feeling myself open up to allow him into me raw. He didn’t hesitate once he was inside and pressed in balls deep. As he began to fuck me, he told me how he had been chatting with Matt again, and got the update that things were looking good that his trusted friend was going to fuck him for the first time, and that they were working up to being comfortable with it being bareback. I squeezed my hole around his shaft as it slid in and out of me, confirming that I was close to convincing Jake that he should go for it - that he was safer now than at any time in his life, and he should show his best friend how amazing it feels when a raw cock fucks you. After just a minute or two more, Dean’s phone buzzed with the text from the doctor. He picked up his pace, and a few short strokes later was dumping his toxic seed into my hole. He pulled out, zipped up, grabbed his phone and was out the door before I had a chance to say a word. I composed myself and returned to the waiting room. Dean soon emerged from the exam room with a vial of blood, which he held up with a grin. I watched as he went to his desk, printed off a new label, pulled out a vial from a drawer that looked identical. He slapped the new label on that vial, walked past me, adjusted his bulge, and hustled down the hall to the lab. No sooner was he gone then Jake joined me in the waiting room, saying it should be about a half hour before we got the results. Dean returned 25 minutes later and motioned for us to join him in the exam room. The doctor was reading the results as we entered, invited us to sit down, and quickly dispensed with the formalities and gave us the good news that Jake’s result was negative. Jake began to cry and leapt into my arms, sobbing in relief. We all extolled the virtues of PrEP, and then Jake and I were on our way. I glanced at Dean on the way out, giving him a furtive wink and a smile.

Part 3 “So jakes hole was a 9? He did better than me?” Gabe asks with a pout. “What was better about it?” “He added some romance, kink, and two very larger black cock loads delivered deep. Plus a full night of bathhouse abuse on his hole meant it was super loose. Not only didn’t he turn away any loads he had no control of how fast they came at and in him.” “Okay daddy, I’m sorry I disappointed you.” “Gabe you didn’t disappoint me in the slightest, you just have lots left to learn. Your cute and you can score a lot of cock that way. But there is more to a fuck than just the cum and jizzjoy you enjoy. Learn from your brother.” “Am I allowed to be unrestrained yet David?” Asks Jake “Hmmm…yes, Gabe help me release him.” I say as we both release his d rings. “Now Jake put the restraints on Gabe. Tie him up in his room, and post an add for him on craigslist. You watch the door for him, don’t need anything serious happening to him. But get him fucked by the crazy and aggressive. Make sure they bust his balls too while he is in the cock cage.” Gabe looked a little scared. “For how long?” “I haven’t decided yet. I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to but if you want to be a better cum hole this is the way.” He then put his wrists out to have the restraints put on. Jake put them on him. “Now go to your room and I will be there shortly to truss you up.” Jake said as Gabe left, “So what all do you want for him?” He said to me “Biggest cocks you can find that show no mercy. Hell, get him fucked with a pierced cock if you find one willing.” “Can I fuck him?” Jake asked as he finally slides the butt plug into his cream filled ass before anymore jizz can leak out. “As much as you would like, but you are responsible for him. He doesn’t get to say anything about when or how much fucking he gets. He may only ask to stop when there is a break in the line to fuck him.” “Got it. Safe word?” “Only the ultimate safe word gets him free now that he has agreed to this, I quit David” “Okay then”, he said as he turned to walk away. Before he could though I stopped him, and kissed him good. Put his hand on my cock and then he remembered. He then cleaned my cock for me. “Anything else you need before I go deal with Gabe?” “Yes, use the computer in here to put the ad up and bend over. I wanna lick around the plug.” Jake smiled and moved to his computer. “Is this for extra credit?” “No, I just want to taste a little more.” Jake bent over at his desk rather than sit down so I could lick around his hole and the large black plug holding the river of cum in his ass. I smiled, appreciating the sight before me and knowing he happily made and gave me this hole. I saw a small line of cum down his right thigh that had leaked down earlier and went for it with my tongue. I licked it and followed it up to his ass. Enjoying his moans and squirms as I did. When I got to the plug I was licking all around. Trying to find any possible leaks around the plug. Jabbing my tongue on the edges of his hole to see if there were any cum droplets there for me to enjoy. I found a few and savored them. When I finally felt his ass was clear of any more flavored pockets of spermy deliciousness I smacked his balls once and then his ass. “Are you done with Gabe’s ad?” I asked “Yes, Sir” “Good, take your laptop to respond to messages to his room, makes sure he is restrained and prop his outside door open. I need to run to the store to get a few things for the trip. I was hoping to take one of you with me but it looks like you guys are both not store ready.” “Sorry, Sir” “No sorry about it Jake, I would rather have you at home marinating in cum than just along for the ride to the store.” “Okay, Thank you David” With that he bowed to me and then turned around and bent over so I could smack his ass before he left. God, I love that guy. He knows how to play into my kinks, and gets so much enjoyment out of it. So, I went to the store, I had thought Luke would try to find or stop me but I didn’t see him. I texted him to make sure he wouldn’t need judging for at least an hour and he said he wouldn’t so I went. As I was leaving I saw a few guys arriving and assumed they were for Gabe. One was a large linebacker looking guy, and the other looked like a biker. I smiled knowing people thought my house was a whore house. Living in a heavily touristy town has its advantages. Between the 3 of them at least one of my boys would be willing to take anyone’s loads. I ended up at the store longer than I had intended but I had been distracted by a handsome sales clerk that wanted to flirt. His name was Josh according to his name tag, and he was wearing some very tight black dress pants and a tight stretchy red button down. He stood about 5’11’, tight waist, decent chest, a shelf of a butt, and nice shoulders. I asked him “Do you flirt with all the guys that come in here?” HE said, “No only the gay ones with money.” I laughed at him and said “I already had a houseful of guys that I am sure are more dedicated to meeting my every want and need than you ever could be.” He frowned and said “You can have me right now in the dressing room. So I threw the questions that usually stops these pretty gold digging boys, “Okay, first I have to ask, when was the last time you were fucked?” “Last night” “Did he cum in you?” “What? Well kind of, we were safe. He came in the condom as it was in my ass.” “Do you have the condom with you?” “Um, no. It might be in the back trashcan tied off still.” “If you had it and you would let me shove my raw cock up your ass on the cum from that condom I would take you up on that offer.” “That’s…..weird…..and kind of gross, Sir” He said as he made a grimace. I looked at his pants though and saw the start of a chub. “Your dick thinks otherwise, so are you gonna go look for thata cock juice from last night or just start preparing for my next visit.” He was blushing but excited by the idea I could tell. “Um, I’m not sure I can find it tonight Sir.” “Are you going to ask me again another time then?” “Well…..I…..Mean….i always play safe. So maybe I’m not the boy for you.” At this point I saw his coworker walking over to see if I needed any help. I whispered in the boys ear. “Go find the condom, dig to the bottom of that trash can if you have to. Open it up and put it all in your ass......tonight. Then come back on the floor and enjoy the feeling of your squishy ass. And next time know what to offer to the man you are trying to seduce.” With that I licked his ear and started to leave the store. I watched him as I left and saw him head towards the fitting room. As I headed to my car half hard because I now knew I just created the start of another cum slut I got a text message. I looked down at my phone to see it was from Luke. “What time are you going to be home sir, my ass can be ready anytime in the next hour or so.” “Headed home now I replied.”

As I opened the door getting in from work I could already hear the sounds coming from the front room. Quietly shutting the front door I walked into the lounge and saw Kane's girl with her spread wide apart on the sofa and Kane naked on all fours face right up inside her cunt chowing down slobbering away while she moaned out riding a wave of orgasm. On all fours he made the perfect piglet, and I could ever still see the black smear on his bum cheek where my last load in him has been marked down. Thats the thing about straight boys; they never look at their ass hole so you do whatever you want down there. Neither has seen me but I knew I had to play the part so I slammed down my bag and made a big scene. "Fuck Kane! I don't need to be seeing that!" Kane's girl opened her eyes and half shrieked and half burst out laughing. This wasn't the first time I had caught them. Hell I think Kane liked the idea of doing it somewhere he knew he'd get caught (I'd have to remember that for later). They started laughing and grabbed their various items of clothing before she scrambled out the door towards his bedroom. Kane patted me on the arm as he walked past "Sorry mate you know how I get when the horn comes on" and he made a rising motion towards me and we laughed as he headed to his room to continue. If only that dirty pig knew. Kane's girl made a leave and we headed down to the gym. Leg day was the best day and we worked up a proper sweat as always. Kane's chest was bigger no doubt but I had legs on him. But we were pumped quads and gluten looking ripped and we headed home. Throwing our shit down again I grabbed Kanes protein shaker and crushed in the usual sleeping tablets, but I also grabbed a hidden syringe of G I'd planned and hit it up with a nice 2ml shot. Today was going to be a special night for the piggy and he would need to be functioning but out of it. "Fuck mate I think the protein powder might be going off" He said as he chugged it down. "This stuff is tasting vile". "Nah mines fine, its probably your bottle seeing as you never properly wash it" I said as I encouraged him to knock back the last dregs. As per routine, Kane started playing his games whilst I grabbed out my phone and started messaging some people and checking messages. But I knew exactly what was on the menu tonight for my pig and he was going to love it. As his hands and eyes started drooping again I make a big point of coming over and lifting him up. "Come on big man time for bed" walking him to his room proving all the harder tonight after legs. I dumped him down and even whilst he was still awake I began stripping off his clothes. "Come on big boy lets get you ready for bed eh, just us lads yeah." I said reassuring as I took off his socks, vest and shorts. He was still semi awake and watched me as I took his pants off and held them to my face and took a big long sniff. "Mmmm fucking tasty stink on you boy" I said as his confused face tried to comprehend. "Look sniff them yourself" and I held them to his face and held them against his nose and mouth. "Fuck off" he muffled under the pants and I laughed as I dropped them to the floor and saw him drift off in front of my eyes. I loved him like this. Here but not enough to really get what was going on and definitely not making any memories. Grabbing my phone I set it up on my little tripod and set it running in the corner. This was going to be a good piggy movie to remember. Kane was breathing heavily now as his sleep was kicking in and I took the opportunity to begin playing his balls an cock. Taking some time to savour that sweaty stink on him I took nice long sniffs and licks and slowly his dick began to rise. He was semi unconscious but horny as fuck. Perfect. As if on cue, there was a knock at the front door. As I opened to answer it I saw Kanes treat for the evening, my big buddy Duncan, and when I say big I mean obese. We had chatted for a long time, he wasn't my type at all, but he was a total sick perv pig like me and had even had a few good ideas to screw with Kane. Tonight we were putting on of those plans into action. We were going to see how much he liked eating cunt. "Good to see you big man, lets get you stripped and in to see the pig yeah" "This is a fucking dream come true you sick fuck" Duncan said as he pulled down his tracks and stood out of them, then undid his hoodies (well big enough to be a blanket really) and stood there in his bulging glory. Duncan was 44 both in age and waist size. Huge big man tits which he kept smooth and a big fat ass. Grabbing his tits I gave him a squeeze leaned in and kissed him quickly and then dragged him into Kanes room. "Right the camera is here so lets get you on the floor here" I said as I helped Duncan get to the floor on all fours, ass in the air belly dragging on the floor. "Right now lets get your legs spread for our pig" Now for the fun part. I got in close to Kanes ear and started whispering. "Baby its me, I want my man, I want you to eat my cunt. Eat my pussy stud, eat me good, lick my clit you handsome fuck, get your tongue in me..." all the while I was slowly stroking his cock. As his eyes slowly were bleary opening and closing as he stirred through the sleep getting hornier and hornier., responding to my voice and touch. "Come here baby" I said as I took him and slowly started moving him towards Duncans fat ass, "Come and taste me" This was stupidly easy, as I guided Kane in between Duncans legs held open those cheeks and gave the camera a little wink as Kane pushed his face into the flesh and started chowing down. "Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK" Duncan moaned out as Kane began using that tongue to really delve up inside and prove what sort of a pig he was. "you... you ... you taste dirty babe..." Kane mumbled "Don't be a dick baby" I whispered back in his ear "Just eat me baby, clean me up, tell me you're going to clean me out" "I'll clean you out baby" Kane moaned "Louder baby, shout it out for me my little pig" I encouraged "I'll lick you clean baby!" Kane slurred. "and?" I encouraged "And I'm your little pig baby, I'll eat your pussy clean" and back he went into that hole slobbering away. I took this opportunity to stand up and grab the camera, bringing it closer to get some close up shots. "Is that good baby, do I taste good?" "You taste.... perfect.... my angel" he slurred between slurps I loved the camera slowly revealing that big body of Duncans as I zoomed in on his face. "And Angel? Hows he doing?" "Oh yeah that pig can eat my stink" Duncan said into the camera and gave a nasty sneer. I put the camera back and headed to the kitchen. I measured out another shot of G and brought it back to Kane. "Drink my juices pig" I said as I poured the shot down Duncans crack and watched Kane lap it all up. "Right lets get you up pig" I said as I lifted him up and dumped him down on the bed. "I think you need your nightly feeding. Duncan would you like to help me get him ready?" Duncan rolled himself over and marvelled at the muscled mans hole in front of him. "Oh fuck yes" he said as he took on of his sharp nailed chubby fingers ran it over his own hole for some moisture and then jabbed it down to the knuckle right into Kanes guts. "argh argh argh" Kane thrashed at the intrusion but I held him down. In this state he really wasn't going anywhere and despite the fact he was complaining I knew he loved this really, he always did every night, even if he didn't remember it. "Come on piggy be a good boy, don't upset your girl she cares about you" I whispered as I could see Duncan now digging two fingers in round and round. "Right out my way" I said as I came off the bed and moved Duncan out the way. I spat on my cock and lined up my biohazard tat with his hole. This was always my favourite sight of an evening. I pushed the tip at the hole and watched as it slowly sunk in, one motion balls deep inside him. God this pig felt good. "Does he suck?" Duncan asked as I began thrusting into my muscled mates pig cunt. "I doubt he conscious enough now after that last hit of G, it was a big one, but you can give it a go" And Duncan did his best. He listed up his belly and poked his hard little dick at Kanes face. With a bit of manoeuvring he got lanes mouth open and began thrusting his hard nub in and out. I leaned over and grabbed the camera mid thrust so I could get a good close up of this. My mates closed eyes in bliss, sucking on a tiny hard cock with a belly of fat weighing down on his face. What a beautiful sight. We carried on like this for a few minutes and then my intensity began building as I started to thrust hard into him (always the same, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to breed this pig and mark him as my own) at the same time I could see Duncan staring at me and he made mini little thrusts of his own and then with a dirty smile he took one thrust and held it and sighed out. This was enough for me as I began pumping shot after shot of my pop load deep into my pigs abused cunt. Duncan lifted his belly off of Kanes face and I could see the mess on Kanes pillow as it slowly drooled out his mouth. "Whats your viral load at the moment Duncan?" "Fuck knows you have to go to the doctors to find that out right?" he said and he scooped up some of the spillage and pushed it back into Kanes mouth. I walked round the bed and held Duncans finger in Kanes mouth pushing two of my own in. I took his finger and dragged that nail around lanes mouth digging it into the back gums hardened pooling the cum into the fresh wound. "Right you sick fuck go home and expect a link to the new movie soon" I laughed as Duncan gathered his things. After shutting the front door, I cam back to Kanes room. Grabbed the pen I spread his cheeks and wrote POZ LOAD INSIDE. I cleaned up a bit of the unexplainable mess from around his room and then covered him with the duvet. "Sleep tight pig" I said as I covered him with his duvet and closed his door. I sat on the sofa editing the video and laughed to myself, how was his girl going to react when she saw how hard he was eating out some older obese ass. I couldn't wait.

Meet a guy off a phone chatline years ago, for “coffee”. He was doing a doctorate at local university, I was legal but just barely, getting ready to grad high school. Got there and he was in wheel chair - cerebral palsy. Said he left something up in his dorm room and could I go with him to get it. Yeah, I knew what that meant. Went up, door closes, and he starts tugging at my jeans. Off with our clothes, he made his way to his bed and asked me to join him if I would grab a condom from his drawer. Laid down, naked, next to him, spooning; good, hard 8 inches rubbing in my asscrack, asks me to help him put the rubber on. This was back in the day when I used rubbers to bottom. So he wastes no time, kissing the back of my neck, telling me he wants to fuck my young ass, needs a little help from me getting his dick lined up for penetration, but I didn’t care - anything to get it in. He slides in easy, we hump, he doesn’t last long, and I feel a massive series of warm squirts inside my hole. He pulls out - I reach back and somehow the condom has come off. I don't know how, don't know when, and didn't care - was actually happy about it. And he just laughed and say, “didn’t it feel better that way?” Went back several more times.

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

Part 2 As I left the building, I still couldn't believe I've just been fucked by such a stud. I've only been in Cairo for 2 days and I've now allowed a total stranger to cum inside me... gosh I'm turning into a total slut. I decided to go back to the cafe where I met Hassan so that I could chill and relax and finally finish that book that I was reading, as I walked I could feel that my pussy was still wet and that I was starting to leak cum, gosh... Hassan must have but a lot inside me. The wetness and the leaking made me feel hot and I couldn't really concentrate as I was walking coz all I could think about was Hassan's huge cock and how he came inside me. I was becoming hornier so I decided to skip the cafe and go to a bar in a nearby hotel, hoping that I'd picked up by some hot stud, It was still kind of early, a little past 6 so there were only a few people in the bar, I ordered a Martini and took my time, watching as the bar got a little bit more crowded. As I finished my drink, I decided to order another one and that's when I noticed that the bartender was incredibly hot and gorgeous. He had this strong jaw line, amazing eyes and even if his fully clothed I could sense that he was trimmed and well built. As he served me my 2nd Martini, I decided to chat with him, that's how I met Abdul, he is 24 years old, 5'9 and has been working in the hotel for almost a year now. As Abdul went to take the order of another client, this hot 30 year old something sat beside me. He had a short hair, a well trimmed beard, very white teeth and had amazing bronze skin. From the looks of it he seemed to be from the Middle East but did not seem to be local. As I looked at him, he just smiled at me and gave me a wink, to which I smiled back, blushing. The guy introduced himself as Rashid, he's Jordanian and was just in the city for a few days for work. Rashid and I talked, exchanging sexy looks every now and then, I could tell he was horny and I think he could tell that I was too... within a few minutes I felt Rashid put his hands on my thigh and it went higher and higher by the minute, until it was near my crotch. Good thing no one noticed as the lighting was very mellow, Rashid asked me if I wanted to accompany him to his room, to which I said "Yes". As Rashid and I left I looked back at the bar and saw Abdul, he smiled, I smiled back and gave him a wink. As we entered Rashid's room, I noticed that it was pretty big and nice, seems like this guy's working for a big time company. As Rashid closed the door, he didn't waste any time and started kissing me and caressing by breasts. He cupped my breasts and fondled it as he was kissing me and kissing my neck. I started to unbutton his shirt and I caressed his slightly hairy chest and enjoyed his well defined pecs. We then got to his bed and I decided to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, I could see a huge bulge forming on his boxers, I fondled it from the outside as we continued to kiss, he started having lots of pre cum forming a wet mark on his boxers and I just couldn't resist, I removed his underwear and there it was, a clean shaven 7 inch cut piece of meat. It wasn't as big as Hassan's but still big nonetheless, gosh these Arab guys sure pack a lot. I sucked on the head of his cock and played with his balls... gosh his salty pre cum made me really horny. As Rashid was removing my underwear, I was now sucking him up to the base of his penis, tongue, spit and all... we was moaning and started saying that I sucked better than his wife (and I was like in my head, what!? I'm now sucking a married dude?!) well a dick is a dick and I am already sucking him, I couldn't care any less if he was married or not, so I continued to suck his cock, he then put his hands on my head and started to be more aggressive as he skull fucked me, I started to gag but he didn't stop, I was spitting all over his cock and tears were forming around my eyes... as I got the chance to breathe, Rashid repositioned ourselves and now I was lying on my back and he was on top of me... he started to caress my pussy and played with my wet pussy lips... he put a finger in ... then two ... and started to finger me real fast... the slickness of my pussy must have given it away and Rashid asked if I had just been fucked to which I replied in a fake shy/slutty manner... "yes" he started to laugh while fingering me and said he would have never expected me to be such a slut (and I think I'll take that as a compliment) he asked if it was my bf who fucked me and I said "no, just a random stranger just like you" Rashid smiled and started to finger me harder... I could hear the wet noise my pussy was making as his fingers went in and out of my hole. Rashid then positioned his cock head on my pussy and I asked if he had a condom, he said no since condoms make him lose his erections... he also said that I've already had a stranger cum in me, so what's the point of asking a condom from another stranger. Which to me made sense, seems like I'm going out all slut mode tonight. Rashid then spit on his cock and rubbed it against my pussy... he slowly entered me and gosh I just like it how his penis stretches my vagina. He was slow fucking me while kissing me, it was so sensual and romantic... I could feel every inch of his penis inside me. We were like that for 10 minutes and Rashid then started to fuck me harder... he started to play with my breasts more aggressively and started to twist my nipples... which brought me over the edge as I started to orgasm and then spasms of my pussy must have clamped on Rashid's cock so hard that it made him cum as well... as I was cumming, so was Rashid and I could tell he was a heavy cummer.. I could feel his dick pulse inside my pussy and as we both came out of our orgasms... Rashid stayed inside my pussy and kissed me again... gosh he is such a romantic guy. He then continued on fucking me... (gosh these Arab guys sure are horny) he then fingered me as he was fucking me... my pussy was sloppy all over from my own pussy juice, Rashid's cum, and from what was left of Hassan's cum. It was so slick and it made me feel amazing... I never thought raw, natural, sloppy fucks could be this good. Rashid then asked me to open my mouth and he started spitting on it. I was surprised but the slut in my just swallowed the spit and even played with it as he continued to spit on me as he fucked me... seems like this guy is a kinky romantic hahaha. After a few more minutes... Rashid's rhythm got faster and I could tell he was about to cum again... and then he grunted and moaned so load and there it was ... a huge cum deposit in my pussy. He then slowly pulled out and I did my best to clamp down on my pussy to savor that cum feeling inside me. Rashid then relaxed himself on the bad as I excused myself to the shower. As I was showering, I could feel his cum dripping and leaking from my pussy. God, that guy must have really loaded me up real good. As I got changed and decided to excuse myself from Rashid. He gave me a price of paper with his number on it, told me to keep in touch he also slipped in $200, I was just about to refuse it and then he said, "just accept it, you're the best fuck I've had for years" I just smiled and kissed him. I left his room and as I closed the door, I just leaned back on his door, smiling and thinking what have I gotten myself into?! 2 strangers, 4 loads in a day, and aside from becoming a total slut, I think I'm now turning into a prostitute... hahaha so much for studying, well at least now I'm learning "hands on" *wink. As I got to the hotel lobby, I saw a familiar face from afar, it was Abdul, the bartender, it seemed like he was on break or something, I just smiled at him and he smiled back... gosh these Arab guys are hot as hell.

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yeah, black top. Intellectually I know it's a stereotype, and I even chide myself for it, but for the most part my experience with black tops has been... awesome. My experience with black tops is that they are purposeful fuckers, that they fuck with their whole body, including their brains and feelings. Black guys usually leave me with the feeling that they've made love to me. I almost always feel sated after being bred by a black guys, which is saying a lot.

I trying to make it happen. A long weekend of bodily fluids sounds delicious:)~

Awhile ago there was a local park where guys would hookup. I went one early evening and saw a decent guy and I started sucking dick dick bent over. H kept holding my head and fucking my mouth, then asked me to drop my pants and fingered my hole. After awhile I heard someone approach and I just kept sucking my guy, then felt someone lick my hole then slide their dick inside. The 2 tops were whispering something to each other as I got both dicks in both ends. The fucker came shortly deep, slowly pulled out, then another dick appeared and got fucked again, more roughly. I took 4 loads up my ass, two in my mouth by the same guy. When I finally stood up and walked around I didn't see anyone who I would've been interested in having fuck me but they probably all did. That was a hot thought knowing they all probably used me like some slut.

got my poz certification last october. no meds since. three tests since I moved from acute to latency stage indicate number ok.....obviously POZ and with a 200KVL and high 600's CD4 at last test. No indication of movement from that range over that period. a couple of related issues, seem to be able to get other STDs by just being within 100 yards of an infected cock. Gono seems to be my body's favorite......multiple rounds since getting knocked up and in all three spots....throat, ass and cock. Hell, I am kinda getting used to having a pus-cock. On a more serious level, I do have a nagging cough that has hung around for a few months now. Being a bit of a bugger to treat, but Dr. says some progress is happening. No death wish here at all. But, I put some effort into getting a lot of poz cum rammed into my hole.....and I want to have the experience of feeling what it is like to live with HIV----not hide it with chems as soon as I found out. Original plan is to ride this until I am full on AIDS numbers. But, that is always under review based on testing, how I feel and my general prognosis.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Julian) On one of my trips I met Julian. It was a rainy summer afternoon and he approached me at a gas station. He asked me if he could get on board and drive with me for a while. He didn’t seem to care which way I would take, as long as he could leave this place. Since the guy was quite small, I asked him about his age. He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to see his ID, which he showed me willingly. Nice, I thought….. he was also very skinny. I like that on my boys a lot, although I didn’t know if he could get the spot on the ‘Scorpion Gift Service’ at all. “You’re a runaway? Or do you have some other kind of problems? I don’t want to get involved with some kind of thug or so” I asked him. He denied to be a ‘no good’ and said he did run away from home, but since he was an adult it was his choice to leave anyway. I nodded and asked for his name. He answered it was Julian. “Okay – walk to the exit. I will pay my charges and then I will pick you up….” I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station’s lot. He thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away. I watched his tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans. After paying my gas I went to my car and turned to the exit. There he was. Standing close to the exit and smiling at me. I stopped the car and told him he could throw his bag into the trunk. After all was done, he took the passenger’s seat and buckled up. We drove for a while. Although I tried to open a conversation the little guy seemed to be shy. “What’s your problem at home? Do you have problems in your school or in your family?” I asked Julian. He gazed out of the window and did not reply. “Well, then maybe it is a girl? Are you dating girls?” I wanted to know. “Of course I date girls…. I am not a faggot” Julian snapped. “Okay….. then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of finishing your school or find some work?” I insisted. “It is my step dad…… after my mother had died, he is….. doing things to me…..” Julian mumbled. “What kind of things?” I wanted to know. “Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another woman” he said. “You mean your dad tried to come on to you?” I played shocked. “Step-dad” Julian said. We drove for a while without saying a thing. “Why didn’t you go to the police…..” I wanted to know. “And then…. what?” he stared dreamingly at the surroundings outside the car. “I feel safe here, now that I found a way to get so far away as possible” he added. Julian sniffed from time to time but didn’t say a word for the next couple of miles. “The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner…. I remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner table, with his hand driving down my spine…. and then resting on my butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks” he continued talking. “Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on my mouth all of the sudden. Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that started the whole thing I guess” Julian thought loudly. “Maybe, if I would have stopped him…. maybe I encouraged him. He knew I had a girl friend… he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties. And I was doing the chores so well, so why not take his…. his…. dick and milk it also” Julian sighed. I didn’t ask him a thing. I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge. “I should have known…. but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose my step dad also. I just had lost my mom” Julian cried. “And one night he came into my room and I felt him entering my bed. I screamed and shouted out loud but he didn’t care. I tried to defend myself, but somehow he managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my asshole and simply fucked away.” Julian’s voice got monotone. “It hurt so much…. he promised he would never ever do it again. And I believed him…. and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he raped my ass anyway.” Julian didn’t recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that would lead us into a little forest. I stopped the car and turned to him, but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else. The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn’t stop - he brought 6 guys home that evening. I thought I would die…. *sobs* I really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they told me so.” “But they didn’t kill me, thnough they told me they could…. but if I would comply and please them however they needed me….. I was allowed to live and to work on their cocks” he looked sadly at me. “Do you understand, why I had to leave” he asked me and now he realized we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn’t know. “What are we doing here?” he wanted to know. “Well it was such a heart-breaking story. I wanted some time out to listen to it and talk to you.” I told him. Julian nodded. “Don’t worry about me…. I will find my way” he smiled at me softly. “But why, did he chose you anyway? I asked Julian. He shrugged with his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all along. “Hmmmm…. possible but unlikely” I said. “Maybe you acted like a faggot? Maybe you stared at his bulge when he came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal? Maybe you stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought – a hole is a hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?” I looked Julian straight into his eyes. The guy was shocked and started almost to cry. “You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also, that you are a sleazy faggot. A guy who does everything to drain a nut. Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to swallow cum as much as possible.” “No wonder your step dad groped you, since it was your fault to begin with. You are a dirty little slut Julian” I concluded. “So…. what are you waiting for” I asked him bluntly. He wanted to know what I mean. “You cum-bucket sit here… telling me like, for weeks you have been seduced your dad’s cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now you got me rocking hard and you don’t want to finish your job. I mean…. are you serious?” I growled. “Please…. I don’t want to do a job here…. I just want to step out at the next gas station or town.” he demanded. “I can’t see a gas station here…. and I don’t see a town for miles and miles to come. But you are welcome to step out any time” I looked seriously at Julian. In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a little bit, to get some attention to his words. Of course touching me there…. didn’t help him much. “Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now…. or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part…. I will get you a good beating. Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp.” I grinned insanely at Julian who got really scared now. He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words ‘Please’ all over again. Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock. He stroked it slowly up and down. “No teeth and remember to swallow my cum.” I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead. After a while he started deep-throating me. He was really not bad at allin sucking. Not a single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth . My eyes were closed while he did his job. I didn’t even warn him, when my eyes started to tingle. His mouth went up and down my dick. He used his hands jacking me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely. I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time. I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle. He closed his mouth around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of my balls. Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls. “Man…. you blow like a professional whore” I sighed. “You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on” I complimented him. “You did a great job fag” I thanked him politely for sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up. Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair. “Sometimes it is the best to accept your fate” I told him softly. “Being a hole for other homo or hetero guys is not so bad at all. You have a task to fulfill and there will be always dicks wanting to unload in you. You should take your strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm” I explained to him. I started the engine and we entered the road again. Julian couldn’t stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused. And this was just the beginning…..

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Myles) Myles was so tired after the ordeal, that he actually fell asleep. But even in his sleep he was sobbing from time to time. I drove through the night and was thinking about my next stop. I needed to fuck this lad, before he would meet another ‘friend’ of mine. If someone had to describe myself, he would surely say… modest, nice, polite and friendly. This was my every day face. The face I showed, when I offered help to a neighbor for example. But I had another, a darker side in me and that side was not caring about anyone. Right now I saw this 19 year old lad and didn’t pity him. Instead I wanted to fuck the shit out of his ass. I wanted to shred his insides and really hurt him, while fucking my AIDS dick deep into his guts. The beast within… was ready to strike again. We would still have time. It was still another 5 hour drive to our destination. I listened to Myles’ breathing and sobbing. It was like music to my ears and made me hard again. Only a few other cars were on the road at this hour. It was almost midnight. I would have to find another parking lot or a track across the fields. It had to be abandoned. I wanted to fuck him on the backseat of the car. It would be uncomfortable for sure, but I liked the intimacy. We wouldn’t have much room and I would bang my cock into him and there was nowhere for him to go. He couldn’t escape me. Half an hour later Myles woke up. “Hey buddy…. feeling good after your nap?” I showed my nice face and tried to do some small talk. “How long will it take to arrive in Fresno?” Myles asked me straight away. “We should be there right now…. where are you taking me?” he wanted to know. “What do you know, you can’t see where we are and you can’t see how fast we are driving. You know shit, so shut up.” I replied and the mask crumbled already. The next couple of minutes there was silence between us. I could see a sign for a parking spot. I slowed the car down to check if we would be alone or if there would be other cars already. “Are we stopping?” Myles lamented. “I said shut up” No other car was parking here. I drove offside the lot and stopped the car, then I gazed at Myles. I unbuckled my belt. Myles heard the noise and panicked. He wanted to know, what I was doing. I opened my jeans again. Button after button was opened and I shuddered a bit. “Please don’t…” Myles begged. “The price for my time has been raised…” I mentioned to him. “I cannot suck you anymore. I still feel sick from the last time. Please don’t force me to.” he whined. “I don’t want another blow job, but there is another hole you can offer me.” You could ‘hear’ me grinning. “NO… Nononononoooooo… I am not letting you fuck me. No way – I told you I am straight, you can’t fuck me up my ass dude” he screamed hysterically. I snapped his throat, choked him a little bit and told him to listen. “I will fuck your ass and you will let me shred your guts with my big cock. Don’t fool me boy. I don’t care if you are gay or straight. Your hole doesn’t care if you are gay or straight. But your hole will be used in a couple of minutes and now get into the back-seats of the car and start undressing. I want you totally naked, bitch. I opened my door and so did the twink. While I walked towards to his side the fool actually tried to run away. I had to laugh loudly. Within seconds I reached him and punched him into his back. I dragged him back to the car, pulling him by his hair. He was screaming like a girl. I kicked him into the back of the car and yelled again, that he should undress at once. His whole body was shaking but he started taking off his clothes. I watched him opening his jeans jacket and fold it neatly. I tore it out of his hand and threw it to the ground next to me. Then he took off his shirt. For the first time I saw his white, almost milky skin. It made a beautiful contrast to the color of his hair. He held the shirt into my direction and I threw it also to the ground. “Pants” I said. He opened his belt and then he opened the only button. With trembling hands he pulled his zipper down. I pulled at the fabric down at his feet and so his jeans went off quite fast. “Enough” I said and entered the car. I closed the door behind me and so we ‘enjoyed’ this intimate atmosphere. Myles squeezed himself into one corner of the back-seat and I was coming over him, like a wild animal. I tore his underpants from his body and he squeaked loudly. I didn’t even care to look at his wrinkled little dick. “Stay on your back and part your legs you filthy whore” I muttered. He slid into my direction and I gave him some space. Then I took my place between his legs. “Condom… please…” he begged me. I was fishing one of the rubbers out of my pants and handed him the packet. “Open it and get it on my dick, filthy cunt…” I sneered at him. He was shuddering extremely, he almost couldn’t open the packet. Of course it was one I had already manipulated. The condom wouldn’t survive 10 strokes, but hey… the guy wanted a condom, and a condom he got. He unrolled it on my dick which took him some time. It helped, him being blind, so he couldn’t see the damaged condom. Then I told him to guide me to his hole. He was still begging me to spare him, but he knew already that I wanted to fuck him hard. I buried Myles under my body while I entered his system without any lube or spit. The bitch was so dry and narrow, only with an immense effort I was able to push my cock head into the lad’s cunt. “Let me fuck your cunt. Open up your straight ass for me” I moaned and with a grinding motion I started to push myself into Myles pussy. His legs were resting on my shoulders, so I could use the most power to attack his unprotected hole. After 6 inches of my junk had entered his body more or less painfully for both of us, I started to jab into him brutally. I knew if I wanted to impale him fully I needed all the strength I could summon and I was willing to give it to him. Myles had his underpants stuffed into his mouth for a while now. His screaming was just so loud, that I feared, the cops in Fresno could hear him. This way it was much better. He was still grunting very loud and his face was pained, but it didn’t help him much. After 10 minutes of powerfucking, I was finally fully embedded into him. I pulled my cock completely out of his hole and checked the condom, which was already broken and rolled up completely at the base cock. I was fucking him bareback now and since we didn’t use any lube, he was quite damaged already. The red streaks proved to me, that I did a great job. It was the time to enjoy the fucking. “You’re so hot and so tight. You will be the new star in the brothel” I moaned while fucking him violently. Myles eyes were staring into nothing and still I could see the shock in his face. “Hrrrmpffff Oooooh Noooooh Pleffffff” were the only noised he made. His ass was clenching my cock quite good, after I revealed his fate. He cramped fatally and I think this caused great pain into his arse. “In a couple of hours I will unload you and then you will meet quite a nice guy. He will help you to get over the border to Mexico… you will be soon getting assfucked and gangbanged all the time... 30, 40 dicks every night. Isn’t that great?” I asked him gleefully. “It’s a win-win for all of us” I giggled and while I was getting closer to my climax I started rabbit-fucking the 19 year old lad. I groaned so loudly when I had the best orgasm for a long time. Spurt after spurt I gave him the gift. After that I was totally worn out and collapsed on Myles. I just laid there between his legs and felt his heart beating like a drum. He tried to pull his underwear out of his mouth but I pushed it even further into his mouth. I could hear him asking ‘why’ but I didn’t answer him anymore. Finally I pulled my cock out slowly and saw Myles hole stayed open nicely. Then I dragged him out of the car and opened the trunk. Before pushing him into it, I retrieved his backpack and bag. It was too dangerous, in case he had a mobile phone in there. The backpack and the other stuff I threw on the back seat. Then I taped his mouth. His underwear was still crammed into his mouth, but I made sure he was able to breathe through his nose. I also decided to tape his hands by his wrists - onto his back. I didn’t want him hammering against the car from the inside all the time. He was twitching and jerking and I heard his muffled screaming; as the trunk lid closed the darkness surrounded him. Soon his voice was hoarse from all the screaming. Finally I arrived at our destination. It was a small town close to the Mexican border. I drove to a garage, which was actually just a fake. There were no mechanics working here. When I entered and parked my car within the garage, the door closed automatically. “Amigo, how are you” a mean looking guy was welcoming me. He was over 6 ft tall and full of muscles. His head was shaved and his cold blue eyes revealed, that he was no Mexican. “Hey man, I drove all night to reach you. I got some merchandise as promised. Caucasian. 19 years old, heterosexual, blind…. I told him about the circumstances. Myles was not disappeared long enough to be alarmed yet. But if he would be sold today, he wouldn’t stay long in this garage. He might be gone today already. A blind guy was something new. Guys could probably get horny, if they wouldn’t have to see into the accusing eyes of a forced whore. “So, let’s see him then…” The guy demanded. I opened the trunk and there he was. He tried to get up immediately. “Heffffffff, hefffff meeeee” he croaked. The bald guy was already rubbing his bulge. “Not bad…. not bad at all…. I see you hit him a bit?” he inquired. “Yeah – he whines a lot, but I think that’s normal, he likes getting manhandled. He enjoys the beating a lot and his body reacts the way it should.” I explained. “Nice cramping… we will see. You know we gotta test him first. You got 15 minutes? he asked me. “Of course” I answered. He called two other guys to the car. They were also looking like thugs and they lifted Myles out of the trunk. The three criminals dragged the boy to another room. I already knew, that there was only one mattress on the floor, to check the new merchandise for the Mexican market. Myles would get his first gangbang now, and I heard how roughly they used his body. He seemed to fight, because I could hear the beating sounds of fists meeting flesh and then the hoarse screaming of the lad. Around 30 minutes later the bald guy came out of the ‘test room’. His jeans was still opened and he proudly showed his bloody thick basher. I could see through the open door, that Myles was fucked at both ends right now. “I will give you 8000 dollars for him” he suggested. “No, I want 12000 – he is unique as far as I know.” “But we don’t know if the johns will use him as much, and I need to find a buyer for him also on the other side of the border” the bald one insisted. “Give me 10000 dollars and he is sold” We made a handshake and while the guy was getting the money, I unloaded all the stuff and threw it next to a desk in the garage. After I received the cash I counted it thoroughly. I got into my car and didn’t even try to take another look through the open door. After all… it was my lucky day.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

Would be nice to somehow get a competition going . . .

well my best friend always says that his favorite drug is hairy crack..... as for me, I am eclectic in my tastes,,,, and so I tend to like guys natural..... if the are naturally smooth,,,, that is hot,,, if they are naturally hairy,,,, stay that way its also hot,,, I agree wth the guys who say that stuble is not good,,,, and for me, they keep it natural mantra goes for pits, crotch, and chests.... for me, dont even trim....

Last night a friend and I went to the local gay Latin club. On Sundays during the summer months its College night and they sometimes open the dark room area. They don't do it often cause it is not legal here, but my friend knows the manager, and we knew it would be open last night. I love dark room play, it's a thrilling and exciting time, especially here, cause i'm all about me some Latin cock! The club wasnt that busy, but decent. We hang out and had some drinks, and i watched several hotties going in and out of there. Finally i followed a group in, and in seconds i had my mouth full of hot uncut cock. I was in there a good half hour or so, and sucked several cocks and had my hole fucked hard by several raw cocks, i dont even know how many different guys fucked me or unloaded in me. It is so exciting being in the pitch dark room, having the latin studs passing my ass around and taking turns fucking me, not knowing who they are, how many, or anything, other than walking out completely satisfied and my hole dripping with sweet latin cum. I dont like doing it all the time, cause i normally like seeing the guy that is seeding me, but every once an awhile its hot to be used like that.