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Meth Lab Fuck Down: My phone buzzed. This was the text I had been waiting for. Tonight would be my big break. Had I crossed a few lines to get here? Yeah, sure, but once I made the takedown of the biggest meth cooker in the Mid-Atlantic region, no one would give a shit about that - if they even ever found out. I was careful, wicked careful, and knew how to cover my tracks. Fuck I learned from the best. My dad, one of my uncles and the guy next door were all Drug Enforcement Agents (DEA) and growing up that’s all I ever wanted to be. It was my destiny. Tonight was destiny too and in addition to making my career it would give me the way to get Chris out of the cluster fuck of a life he had made for himself. Chris was the son of the DEA agent who lived next door to us when I was a kid, and my best friend. All my childhood memories involved Chris and because his dad and mine were often gone, Chris was at my house more than he was at his. We were inseparable and when we became teens we learned the ins and outs of life together - always together - that is until he got caught up in drugs. Finding Chris on the back porch lying on his side, drooling, doped out, and a fucking mess broke my heart and no matter what I did or said, Chris would never stay clean for long. After graduation, for our 18th birthdays, we went camping and the tent had barely been set up before Chris had shot up, or snorted up, and was high as shit. Well that just pissed me off so when it came time to crash and time for us to fuck I was not gentle. I fucked him as hard as I could and let out all my anger, frustration, and disappointment into his ass - along with two huge loads of cum. Chris took it all and begged for more and that’s how we spent our camping trip, with him high and me fucking the hell out of him over and over. Not much has changed the past several years. I went to college, got my degree, and followed my dad into the DEA. Chris continued to get deeper and deeper into drugs; his dad kicked him out; but I still looked out for him. I always made sure he had a spot at my place to crash, food, a little cash and in return I fucked him. Hard and rough and raw. I didn’t know if Chris fucked with other guys or not. I didn’t. Never even considered it, but with Chris it was the way things were. Did I ever feel guilty about it when he was fucked up? No. I had dealt with that stupid shit that first night. It just was. We both enjoyed it and in the midst of all the crazy shit it felt normal. Of course Chris was always grateful for the food and place to crash and kept promising he would pay me back, but until then, his ass was mine. My phone buzzed again. It was Chris. “DEAL’S GOING DOWN TONIGHT BY THE OLD PIER. MEET ME THERE AT 11:00.” My heart raced. Chris was my CI - my Confidential Informant. He had admitted one night he had gotten mixed up with a guy named Hawk, who I knew from my DEA briefings was reportedly the biggest meth cooker in the entire region. Every time I had Chris on his stomach and was fucking the shit out of him, I pumped him for info too. What was Hawk’s real name? Where did he hang? Who were his guys? Who did he sell to? And more. Chris seemed to be willing to talk, and even more willing when I would hand over a baggy of powder or a few needles filled with dope. I cared about Chris sure, but knew he was going to get fucked up no matter what, so why not help him out and help me too? He was always chatty when he was high and plus I loved feeling his ass open up for me and milk my cum out. There was nothing better than fucking his ass when he was high out of his God damned mind. His hole was wet, silky, and just sucked my dick and cum. Maybe it was seeing what drugs had done to Chris and his family is why I had never tried them. Yeah I was around the shit all the time, but had never been tempted, not even when Chris would leave shit laying around. Just wasn’t me. At 8:45 p.m. I was down at the old pier, peering between a rusted dumpster and the chimney of an old factory. Chris had told me before that he often did pickups for Hawk where he would deliver Hawk’s meth to someone and then meet Hawk at some out of the way place to give him the cash. During one night when Chris was super high and I had already pumped a load into him, he confessed that he had lied and that he always met Hawk at the place where he cooked the meth. I couldn’t fucking believe it! Instead of being angry I gave Chris a reward - another nut sack full of cum in his punk hole and that’s when he agreed to text me when the next deal went down. A light rain had begun to fall, but that was OK. I had on my DEA windbreaker; my gun was still in my holster, and my phone in my hand so I could quickly call in backup. Chris said it was only ever him and Hawk and no one else. Yet, just in case, I wanted to be prepared. However my plan was take Hawk myself. I needed this. Over the past few hours I had seen only one person go in the door - the man I assumed was Hawk - my prey. My watch showed 11:01. I heard a cough and saw Chris ambling down the alley towards a dimly lit door. He had on the same white shirt he was wearing two days ago when I last fucked him. I had tried to get him to spend the night after I bred him, but he was too wired and bolted as soon as I was done. Chris had flipped up the collar on his shirt I guess in an effort to try to stay dry. Little good that did. It just made him look like some cartoon character - all skin, bones, a head too big for his long limbs. He stopped at the door, knocked, waited, the door opened, Chris said something, then started to walk inside the old factory. My breath caught in my throat. Chris stopped, quickly glanced side to side and behind himself, then bent down like he was tying his shoe. That’s when he was supposed to stuff a wad of paper towel into the door latch hole so that the door would not click shut behind him. I waited until my watch said 11:09. I scanned the alley and confirmed no one was around. My cold, wet fingers found the snap on my holster and with a small click, I released it and eased my gun out. One more check to confirm I was alone and I quickly slid along the brick wall to the factory door Chris had gone in. At the door I paused, waited, listened. I never questioned that Chris would not have done what I had asked. I never even considered the idea that he might have betrayed me. I should have. The factory door eased open on well-oiled hinges. I quickly stepped inside out of the casting of the light. I let my eyes adjust to the darker interior as I tried to calm my breathing and steady my hand. This was it. I replayed in my mind the various scenarios I expected and in each and every one I knew I would have Hawk in handcuffs very soon. I eased my way to the right, following the rough outline of the exterior wall. I heard no voices, saw no movement, but wanted to be sure. The darkness embraced me as I moved, silent, and sure. I continued to edge my way around the outer wall until I came to a cut in - a long, dark hallway with a faint light at the end and the distant echo of voices. I checked around me once more - all was still and silent. I crept down the hall, the light grew brighter. A door was open, an angry voice was saying, “YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO STEAL FROM ME?” I quickly peered through the crack and saw Chris on his knees and a big man - Hawk - standing over him. Compared to Chris, Hawk was a fucking monster. A good foot taller, a good 100 pounds heavier, and all the Aryan tattoos on his forehead and arms only added to the sinister monster look. Yeah this asshole was going down and Chris would be forever grateful. I eased my boot onto the edge of the door and gently pulled my foot back, slowly, to give myself enough space to slip into the room and take Hawk by surprise. BAM! MY WORLD WENT DARK. I winced trying to decide which was worse: the splitting pain at the back of my skull or the slicing pain in my wrists. I moaned. I eased my eyes open and turned my head, which caused a new round of nausea and pain. My wrists were handcuffed and a large chain was threaded between them and connected to a pulley that dangled from the ceiling. I had been stripped naked and was hanging from the chain with my feet barely touching the floor. I assumed from the hot wetness still trickling down my neck that I had been hit and hit hard in the back of the head and that’s what had knocked me out. God damn it! My ears then picked up the moans and groans and sounds of carnal pleasure. I leaned back a little and looked to my right. There was a man - Hawk - naked and fucking Chris who was bent over facing my way. Chris raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled in total fucking ecstasy like he would smile when I had my dick up his ass. He opened his eyes, smirked, closed his eyes again as Hawk hit just the right spot up in his ass, and Chris started bouncing his hips up and down like his hole was in full orgasm. My mouth dropped open. Shit! “GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK!” Hawk spat as he shoved Chris off his still hard dick. Chris tumbled onto his knees and looked up at Hawk with awe, admiration, and adoration - disgusting! Hawk kicked him in the ribs, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR? YOU GOT DELIVERIES TO MAKE AND DON’T FUCKING SHOW BACK UP HERE UNTIL I TEXT YOU. NOW GET!” A low growl rumbled in my chest. For Hawk or Chris I don’t know. Clearly I had been set up and clearly Chris was Hawk’s lover or whatever too, but it was the way he treated him. I loved Chris - in my own way - and always did right by him so seeing someone treat him like that just fucking pissed me off. I promised myself right then I would kill Hawk. Fuck the take down! Hawk picked up a plate of crystal meth – bright white lines of powder - that was sitting on the couch and sniffed a few lines using a tattered bill. He wiped his nose, licked his lips, casually sauntered over to me with his monster dick swinging back and forth and when he stopped he said, “WELL, WELL, WELL, AGENT. WE FINALLY MEET AT LAST.” This man - this drug dealer - this filth of humanity that stood before me curled my stomach. I wanted to lash out, but held my tongue as my brain worked to figure a way to escape. Hawk smiled, licked his right index finger, rubbed it around in the plate of white then slid it between the flesh of his gums and lips and hummed as the burning kicked in. His blue eyes flashed open, the pupils distant pricks of black as he eyed me up and down, “YES, I CAN SEE WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU - ENAMORED IF YOU WILL. BUT TRULY NOW. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT IS NOT REAL. EVEN THE GRATITUDE IS FALSE. YOUR LITTLE ONE IS ONLY A BITCH KIPPE - FAG - FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A MEANS TO AN END. I ON THE OTHER HAND AM THE MASTER. THE SUPERIOR SPECIMEN OF MANHOOD. JUST LOOK AT EVEN HOW MY DICK - STILL SOFT - IS FAR BIGGER THAN YOURS. DO YOU WANT TO FEEL IT? I THINK YOU DO - I THINK YOU MUST!” I twisted and jerked as Hawk stepped behind me. The heat from his body like a hot furnace on a cold winter’s afternoon. I heard the wet slurp of his mouth, then the piercing press of a pointed finger and nail at my sphincter. I tried to adjust my footing but the give of the chain snapped back, sending me onto his coated dart, “YES, SEE? YOU WILL LEARN WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE BEGS FOR MY DICK - BEGS FOR THE FEEL OF MY FORESKIN SLIDING BACK AS I POUND HIS ASS - BEGS FOR ME TO POZ HIS HOLE AND FILL HIM UP WITH MY AIDS. FRANKLY I AM SURPRISED YOU HAVE NOT TESTED POZ YET, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PREP? OR JUST MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A TOP? WELL, WE SHALL TAKE CARE OF THAT.” The clear toll of porcelain on concrete, and the pause of his finger assault on my ass, let me know he had set the plate of drugs on the floor. I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop. To tell him I never did drugs. To scream that I was not a bottom and didn’t get fucked. To tell him I was there only for Chris. All plans for trying to talk my way out of it quickly vanished though. My body arched, my veins pumped my blood faster and faster as my heart raced, my skin was scored bloody as Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” (*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!)

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

... and now the 8 rear view pics ...

On my first night in Berlin was a Friday, and I was very excited to be heading to Lab.Oratory. I had heard a lot of good things about it including some of what I had read here on Bareback. Figuring it would be a fuck fest, I made sure my hole was clean deep and well and headed over. I got my bag to put my clothing in and I was surprised to see that most men were wearing some article of clothing: underwear, or a jock strap, or athletic shorts. In fact very few men were naked. I decided to keep my jockstrap on even though I honestly preferred being totally naked. Sometimes I feel like jock straps get in the way. I checked out the lay of the land, walking from room to room where there was a variety of equipment: fuck benches, slings, cubbies, glory holes, and more. The place was vast with lots of play areas. After walking around, I helped myself to a sling where it seem like there was some action happening nearby. Sometimes proximity helps. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes a hand was on my ass as a finger explored my hole. After having inserted one and then two fingers in my hole, the top, who was stocky and rugged, slid his dick into my ass. I was more than ready for his thick seven inches with the result he had no trouble sliding into my lubed hole quite smoothly. After a nice 15 minutes of fucking, he decided to move on and another top took his place. I didn't get a load out of either of them, but that's typically what happens at the sex parties, particularly early in the evening. Having been fucked by the two men was, however, quite satisfying. I also moved on and quickly learned that there seem to be two areas of the club where most of the raw fucking seem to happen: the first was a dark room area with fuck benches, and the second was a cargo bin in the outside area. I spent most of the evening in these two areas, getting loaded up by several guys and fucked by at least 20. I had several trains in a row where tops continuously pounded my ass. After leaving Lab.Oratory, I just had to check out The Bull before heading back to the hotel. I don't know about you other bottoms, but sometimes I just feel like I just want to get fucked forever and ever. I just want to take dick continuously and the Bull is one of my favorite bars in Berlin because I have known good things happen in The Bull's dark room, and the bar didn't disappoint. After stripping down to my jockstrap, within five minutes of being in the darkroom a husky German voice was whispering in my hair about how loose my hole was and how he wanted to pump another load in there. Of course this was in German at first but then he switch to English when I told him I didn't speak German. He proceeded to bang me with his thick German cock, stretching my hole even wider until he started grunted and holding me even harder and tighter until he pounded his load into me. The crowd at The Bull was not a pretty boy crowd but rather consisted largely of middle aged German men who saw to it that my hole remained in use and loaded. In fact I spent the next hour and a half gripping the bench while another eight guys used my hole. By the end of the night I felt so well used and loved it.

Daddy marked his territory...

I'm trying to match up some of my pics of 8 guys with beautifully presented buns ... along with 6 pics of cock & balls. See the problem? There's 2 guys who don't seem to belong in the collection of fuckable holes. Which two are they? First ... the front view ...

I met this beefy muscled ginger boy at a bar one night. He was early 20's, beautiful bubble butt, tattoo's, the nicest body I've seen in awhile. The boy was driving me crazy all night and kept staring at me. I finally went up and introduced myself and bought him a drink. We got talking, he was very touchy and flirty. A good sign. I put my hand on his lower back and we started making out at the bar. He was aggressive and I liked that. He asked if we could got to the backroom. Inside there he get's down on his knees and starts giving the best blowjob I've had in awhile. Pulling at my dick and rubbing the pre cum all over his. This goes on for about 25 minutes and asks me if we can go back to my place. So we get back to mine and the kid instantly starts taking off his clothes in front of me, gets down on all fours and spreads his ass. His beautiful ginger ass just perfect, and the nicest pink hole. I tell him I'm gonna breed that. He ask's if I'm POZ, I say I am, and the kid kind of get's freaked out. Not in a bad way, but just starts asking me question's. He finally gives me the answer I want, and says "use me as your cum dump" I don't think I've ever been so lucky picking up a guy at a bar. This beautiful ginger let me gag him with my cock till his eyes were watering and he was drooling, slap him around, and finally pound his hole. He moaned like a little bitch when I put it in him, and had to go slow, he told me he was a "top" .... yeah right. Next thing you know for an hour straight I'm fucking this kid every which way I can. And he's taking my dick so good. His hole was so red and stretched open, he held it open as I dripped my entire load down there. After it was all done, he starts fingering his ass and putting my cum all over his lips. I let him blow his load all over my face. He ate it off after. He stayed the night and the next day we went back at it again. He said it got him off fucking poz guys which was hot. He's coming over again this week and said we should film some stuff. Here's hoping he enjoyed his gift! Anyone else got hot stories of gingers?

So I finally did it guys...I submitted by pics to Dick Wadd through their site so I could hopefully be in one (or more!) of their vids. Wish me luck!

Did you read the tags? I wrote this several years ago. It's... different but I think some of you will get a kick out of it. --- Medical Examiner's report # 8815506-3481136 (Summary) Name: Holland, Martin Age: 92 Height: 191 cm Mass: 78 kg Race: caucasian Intake notes: Subject was discovered at or about 6:15 am Monday in Riverbank Park by a jogger. The jogger thought it odd that someone would be sitting on a park bench at that time dressed in a three piece suit. Jogger approached and noticed subject was not breathing and called 911. Subject was declared dead at the scene. Core temperature and lack of rigor put the time of death between 3:30 and 4:30am that day. External Examination: Head: Subject lacks teeth. Dentures are in and remarkably clean. Odors of urea and feces emanate from the oral and nasal cavities, but not from the dentures themselves. Neck: Signs of strangulation with a belt. Chest: Subject has both nipples pierced with holes large enough to accept 6.5mm rings. Rings are not present. Abdomen: Slightly distended. The stomach and large intestine can both be easily palpitated and are likely quite full. Genitals: Subject still maintains an erection several hours after death. Penis is 19cm long, uncircumcised with a 9.25mm “Prince Albert” piercing. However the scrotum and testicles are absent. In their place is a freshly, and crudely, cauterized wound. Additionally the anus is stretched to an alarming degree, with 3cm of rectum prolapsed out. No sign of tearing. Extremities: Slightly reddened ligature marks approximately 4cm wide can be found at both wrists and both ankles. Recent injection sites observed at the interior of both elbows, Scraping taken of matter under the fingernails and sent to lab for further analysis. Internal exam: Heart: Signs of over exertion. Lungs: Show evidence of mild smoking. Pancreas: Cancerous, stage 2. Stomach: Full to nearly bursting. (Initial incision left quite a mess.) Contents: urine, fecal matter, semen (too much to be from a single source), one Ensure® meal replacement strawberry flavor, and one testicle. Colon: The rectum, sigmoid, and descending colon are all stretched far beyond normal. They could accept objects with a circumference of 25cm without a problem. Stretching can be seen as far as 10 cm into the transverse colon. Additionally a black silicone object was discovered in the colon, 3cm diameter and 115 cm long. One end of it was nearly touching the scar from a years old appendectomy. Additional exam notes: It is unlikely the subject died at the point of discovery. Close examination of the joints, and observation of the skin under UV light points to the body being washed, dressed and moved postmortem. Lab results: Fingernails: Tests show the matter under the fingernails to be fecal with high levels of epithelial cells of the type found in the rectum and colon. DNA: DNA samples were taken from the subject, the cells under the fingernails, the semen in the stomach and the testicle. The DNA of the subject and the testicle are a match. The semen matches the subject, the owner of the epithelial cells, and at least 11 other individuals, two of whom are brothers. Database search provided no identification, but the semen of the subject and John Does 3, 7, and 10 all turn up in case #8951685-4258763 “Tox screen”: Subject had elevated blood levels of acetylsalicylic acid, diltiazem, pantoprazole, trimeterene, nitroglycerin, caffeine, nicotine, ethanol (.215 BAC), methamphetamine and its metabolized byproducts (estimated 2.25 grams over 3 days), and oxycodone. Tissue samples from around the genitals also show the presence of Caverject, lidocaine, and epinephrine. Conclusion: The cause of death is cardiac arrhythmia due to a combination of drugs and over exertion. Professionally I must label this suspicious, but personally it looks like Mr. Holland decided to go out with a bang rather than a whimper.

Now you're MINE, son. This cunt is OWNED.

I'm a staunch atheist, you know... ...but on very rare occasions I can't help thinking that there might be a God indeed...

"That's it, son. Let those nice gentlemen see what you got to offer..." "And now for you, guys. I guess you all know the rules: lube is on the nightstand, rubbers are not required. Just get in line and wait your turn..."

...perfect match...

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

I had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.

My family and I had to move for my last year in high school, and even worse it was an extra year in high school. So I was about to be the 19 year old new kid on the block going in for his super senior year. My old girlfriend and I hadn’t spoken in four months, school started in two weeks. Me and my mom were unpacking the living room together when she remembered, “Oh yeah David, the neighbor mentioned earlier he could use your help on some things around his house. I told him you’d stop by before dinner and see if you’d be able to handle the job. He’s going to pay you” “Ma are you serious?” “Yeah yeah so you should go do that now while we’re remembering, shouldn’t be too long but if you leave now maybe you’ll make dinner.” “Man alright, I’ll be back in a little I guess.” I walked outside thinking about the two neighbors I had, one middle-aged couple and one man. The couple looked like they were gone and so I walked to my neighbor’s house. And I rang his doorbell. He answered it in his jeans and plaid button up. “Hey I’m your new neighbor, I heard you wanted me for a job?” “Yeah you will do fine,” He gruffed. We walked through his doorway and to the living room and there was someone else there. “Oh I didn’t realize you had company.” But his company didn’t waste any time. He stomped toward me, “Faggot you’re the company.” He punched me the wind out of my gut and I leaned over the floor gasping. He grabbed my hair and threw my face towards the ground, “Lick my toes faggot.” He said while smacking the back of my head. The man who answered the door grabbed my neck and the belt of my jeans, yanked me onto my knees. He pushed my neck down and encouraged me aggressively to lick his toes. He pulled out a knife and just rubbed it against my clothes. “Lick them faggot and lick them good.” Obviously I listened. I licked with the tip of my tongue on the top of his toes, and then I proceeded to lick them. “Oh yeah faggot.” He said before he lifted his foot off the ground. “Suck my fucking feet bitch.” I put his toe into my mouth but he made me try to take as much of his foot as I could. “Oh yeah you have a pretty mouth when it’s stretched,” he pulled his foot out, “suck those fucking toes.” I wrapped my tongue around each and every toe never forgetting there was a knife at my ass. He took his foot out and told the guy who answered the door that I was perfect and ready. The guy who answered the door used the knife and made a tiny rip out of my jeans. Then he threw the knife and tore my jeans wide open, exposing what he called my beautiful pink boyhood. "Oh you're so ready for this you wore no briefs." He didn't buy my haven't unpacked excuse. His buddy started getting undressed while he leaned over my ear and whispered to me, “You do realize we’re about to nut you up, right?” I was able to look his direction in a frozen way. “Blink once if you understand.” And I did.

Sorry to be a nuisance but can anybody please look after my cousin, Ryan, over the weekend for me? Ryan's very adaptable and will easily satisfy anything you ask of him. Thanks guys

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I'm just a whore bottom hole so after i had taken several anonymous loads last night i got a text from a top that's fucked me quite a few times in the past and always wants to fuck someplace new ... in the park, on the trail, in a bathhouse, in a bar, in a public restroom ... you get the picture. Last night he texted and said he was coming over and i was to be bent over naked in the street when he came around the corner. So, cum leaking down my leg, i went to the middle of the strert and bent over holding my ankles and blindfolded. I heard a car turn the corner and it impaled me in its headlughts. Door opened and steps approached and then a finger ran down my crack to my hole and inserted into my hole. I heard a zipper then and something bigger and harder than a finger pushed against my hole. He slid into my ass and began pumping for a good while. Picking up the pace he asked me where i wanted his baby juice. "Breed my ass!". You are a whore he called me and i agreed i had a whore pussy that wanted him to use it. Grunting slightly he bred me. Just then another car turned the corner and i heard 2 doors open and close. He asked them if they were here to breed me. We moved to the darker sideyard where all 3 turns on my ass until they all dumped a load in me. One of them said he had to piss so the first guy pushed me down to the ground. Three streams of hot piss covered me head to toe and then they left me naked, laying on the ground full of cum and covered in piss.

Thanks for the advice about not working the next day...but I am from New Orleans so dealing with next day party exhaustion is built into my DNA! Fortunately, I don't fly out until Wed night so I plan on just kicking it right there for two whole days. Why get a hotel room or airbnb when I can just stay put and keep it going. I'm crossing my fingers and uncrossing my legs to having a great time.

SON: Daddy, are you down there?...I've heard noises coming from the basement...daddy, is that you?..." SON: "DADDY?!? What are you doing in that...that thing. And what are all those naked strangers doing in our basement? DADDY: "Oh hi, son. Don't worry, everything's fine! And that thing is called a sling by the way. Now why don't you come over here and give your dad a hand? I think I'm leaking a bit. Just scoop it up with a finger or two and push it back inside where it belongs." SON: You mean like that, daddy?...OH MY GOD, your hole is all slimy and squichy...but...but in a nice way...so warm and soft and inviting..." DADDY: "So you like that, son? Now that I think about it, why don't you give it a try and hop into the sling yourself?!? We'll just have to finger all that...uh...lube into your boyslit instead. If you're anything like your old man, you're gonna love this shit! Trust me, Daddy knows best what's good for you. And I'm sure my buddies here would love to show you the ropes..."

Waiting for Daddy to cum home...

They're tearing down my old high school. I refer to it as "my high school" even though I only went there two years. I switched schools because I was bullied so bad. Bullied for being girlish, acting weird and finally --for being short. This was in the mid 80's when bullying was just a part of growing up and nobody reported anything and teachers looked the other way. I was called a 'fag' so many times that last year and shoved into lockers so often, it's amazing I didn't kill myself. I considered it often back then. At the center of it all was this guy I'll call 'Matt'. The fact that I'm changing his name to protect him is the ultimate in irony. His parents and my parents were old friends so I'd know him since preschool days. We lived in a farming area and were technically neighbors despite living nearly two mies apart. He was year older than me. My mom always hated him. He was trouble -- even as a little kid. He constantly picked on me and wanted to do tough boy stuff while I wanted to just have imaginary adventures where were explorers or astronauts or something. He liked to initiate fights of any kind and I just went along with it. He'd want us to throw dirt clods at dirt clods at each other or those little white driveway rocks. He was sometimes nice but mostlty mean. But he was like a magnet and I was drawn to him even though he was a cruel, cruel boy. None of this changed over the years. When we were in junior high, he showed me a dirty magazine and told me how to beat off. The year adfter that he taught me how to smoke and then eventually he got me drunk for the first time. And all along, he still wanted to fight. He'd get me in headlocks or twist my arm behind my back. He was also a bragger. His dad more money than mine, his house was nicer than mine, he was taller and stronger and on and on. Then highshcool happened and, Dear God, what a nightmare. Everybody changed. They all turned into adults and I still looked like I was nine years old. Plus. I had to get glasses which made me even more of an oddball. Even though it was a small school, Matt managed to disappear into his own crowd of tough guys who smoked and had learner's permits. I, of course,had flunked Driver's Ed. Driving terrified me -- which meant I was further isolated from kids my age. And like every rural town back then, all the kids were smoking weed which I'd never even seen or smelled in person. During all this, people started noticing my girlish tendencies and my high voice. Boom, I was a target. "Sissy", "Queer", "Queer Bait", "Homo", "Faggot" were among the things I was called. You'd think Matt would feel some tiny bit of kinship or shared history and stick up for me once in a while, but no. Most of my abusers were his pals. The very last time we ever talked he told me not to sit near him during pep rallies or assemblies. High school was going great for him and didn't want my association with him to spoil it. And then I dropped out. I did well at my new school and graduated near the top. I made a few great friends and then went off to college where I was exceptional in every class. I moved to a big city and landed a terrific job. My voice had deepened and my body filled out. Ny height maxed out at only 5'8", but that really doesn't count as "short" to the general poulation. Everything was going swell. Adding to my genral happiness was the reports from hometown I'd get during weekly phone chats with the parents. Mike S. had died in a car crash, Luke B. had killed himself, Mack J. was in prison. Each tidbit of news like that fed my soul. I won! On top of that. the whole town had gone to shit thanks to the sudden appearance of hard drugs. My folks are pretty square so they didn't know which drugs exactly except that5 they could be used with a pipe or a needle. That could have been a few different subtances, but as long is it laid waste to that rotten place I was glad it had arrived. When I asked about Matt my mom was all too eager to repeat rumors she'd heard from her friends. He was unemployed and still living at home. He was also fat and grubby-looking and, according to her, would hang out in a trailer with fellow druggies shooting up the drugs they bought. Ha! He stumbled and went down while I was completely happy and successful. I won! I hit my early 30's and the state had swarmed in and cleaned up that whole county. Lots of people were arrested and drug houses were demolished. The town tried to come back with new sidewalks and landscapes. And then they decided to tear down my old high school and build a new one. Oh how I wanted to witness the demolition in person! I went down that Summer to stay with my parents for a week of vacation. On a sunny, warm Saturday they were having a "walk through" of the school before they started auctioning off the light fixtures, toilets, bricks etc. My dad was excited about it because he loved auctions of any kinf and I was excited because I wanted to piss on the walls or vandalize a classroom or something like that. Yeah, it may seem emtionally unhealthy but that was the place that made me this way. So we went to town that morning. I expected to feel happy to see the boarded-up building, but just thw shape of it caused my chest to tighten up. I didn't breathe the whole time it took Dad to find a parking space. My legs were shaking. I had to man up. I was still a fag, but I was a winning fag. I was also pretty much unrecognizable from the kid I used to be, but that didn't stop me from petting my sunglasses on. I didn't want them to see me coming. We saw a bunch of older guys in overalls and my dad needed to talk to each one of them. The walk through had been going on for half an hour by the time we got to the entrance. It hit me the second we got in. It smelled exactly the same and even though there was no electricity, I could tell the walls were exactly the same stupid pale blue they'd been for decades. I had to take my sunglasses off because there were no lights and more than halfthe windows were boarded up. It was dark but you could still navigate down the halls. Everybody had moved to the second floor already. I guess that's where most of the valuable stuff was (computers, copiers, library books). My dad was in the middle of a bunch of other farmers he knewheading up the stairs and they were busy with their chatter. I found myself alone in the first floor hallway, right in front of the princepal's office. I wanted to go in there and piss on the desk of the man who did nothing to protect me. I would have done just that, but stragglers kept wandering in. I let myself into the gym instead. This had been a place of torture as well. I walked across the basketball court and wished I had to take shit. A couple of turds right on top of the achool logo would hace been a perfect farewell. I went all the way back to where the locker rooms were. It still smelled like dirty balls even though no students had been through there for six or seven months. It's that moment that I realized the structure itself wasn't my tormenter. The stupid kids were, and they had long since gone. The hate and the need for revenge drained out of my body. I just felt tired and bored. Oh well...maybe I'd just pee and go wait outside for Dad. Where the urinals always that small? That's when I heard "Looking for something special?" from somewhere in the shadows behind me. Emerging into a sliver of light was Matt himself. I barely recognized him. He was wearing dirty denim overalls that accentuated his huge gut and had a full, bushy red beard like a bootlegger from "Coal Miner's Daughter" or something. He wa a few inches taller, but didn't exactly tower over me like he used to. He looked completely different but not like how I imagined a drug user to look. Weren't they all skeletal? He sure wasn't. Just dirty and generally unhealthy. "I wouldn't have known who you were if I hadn't saw you walk in with your dad." I could tell from how he talked that he was missing a few teeth. I didn't feel all that scared like you'd think I would. I really didn't feel anything that could be named accurately. He moved closer. "Got nothin' to say to say to yer old buddy?" No. I didn't. I wanted to leave. He stepped even closer and I could smell his B.O. and a hint of alcohol. Then he was just a few inches away. God, his face looked like shit. The drugs hadn't made him thin but they had sure done their damage to his skin. I was searching for something to say when the last thing I ever expected happened. He was hugging me. Huh?! No. I was wrong. He was trying to get me involved in a wrestling match. Seriously? I was bigger and stronger and could fight back now. I pushed him off of me only to have him tackle me again. I landed ghard on the concrete floor and the wind was compltely knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe as he got me in a bear hug again, then lifted me up and carried me back to the shower area. Another fall on my back and this time the back of my head was slammed as well. I saw the edges of my vision blur as the pain overwhelmed me. He stood back a little and leaned against the wall next to the shower nozzles. I collected myself as quick as I could and started to stand up, but I stumbled and Matt actually reached with one of his fat hands to help me up. I was busy trying to fill my lungs with air while he pulled a pint of rum or something from his back pocket and took a swig. He offered me a sip and I shook my head. No. I stood up straight and tall and steeled myself for this. What in the world did I have to be scared of? This fat mess? "You got stronger. Been workin' out?" he said while thumping my chest with his bottle-free hand. "No", I said in a voice that was way deeper than he would have ever imagined,"but that was the very last time you'll ever touch me. Got it?" "No, but I got this," he drawled as he pulled a fat prick head out of the fly of his grimey overalls. I didn't move. I was frozen, and he must have taken my inaction as fascination because he pushed the whole organ out for me to see. A flood of weird memories back to me. His dick looked like a lightbulb. The shaft was short and skinny and the head was perfectly round and oversized. I knew that dick. I remembered right then that he hadn't told me how to beat off...he'd shown me. In flashes I saw us walking alongside a creek in his dad's pasture where he started wrestling me again. He'd sat on my chest and quickly stroked his little member up and down for a few seconds before squirting some stinky cream all over my neck and shirt collar. I also remember him guiding that thing into my underage mouth nearly a dozen times that year. I'd blocked it all out. I felt the hate and anger coming back in waves as he stroked his gross meat. I snatched the bottle out of his free hand and took a long swig of what I guessed to be whiskey, not rum. "Here's what you don't get, asshole. You lost and I won! I got out of this shit town and you didn't move an inch. Still living with ma and pa, are you? I have a career, a sweet car and my own home. What do YOU have?! Nothing! YOU LOST! I WON!" I was yelling with a force that was dug up from somewhere deep down inside me. "My, my, my." he said in a slightly slurred voice as he moved a little ways away before adding "I got something you don't." "What?? A drug habit? DUIs? Needle marks?". I barked. I grew bold and grabbed his left arm to inspect for tracks. There weren't any. Huh? That's when he swung his fist around and caught me squarely in the cheek. I didn't hit the floor this time. Rage was keeping me upright like a steel structure, but it sure fucking hurt. "I never shot in my arm. Cops look for that. Me and my girls always used the veins in our feet. Look..." he stepped out of his size 13 sneakers, peeled off the filthy socks and showed me his gross feet. A couple of toes were swollen and scabby. Infection lived down there for sure. As I gazed at them, he made quick work of unstrapping his overalls and lifting off his shirt. Then he stepped out of the smelly denim and was completely nude. His big fat stomach just bobbed there unashamedly. What the hell?? It would have been a good time to run, but he was still a magnet, keeping me close. It was with a bizarre sense of loyalty or intimacy that I knelt to the floor and wrapped my mouth around the fat head of his dick. I was just noticing how clean it seemed compared to the rest of him when he grabbed the back of my head and started a slow thrusting. It was all so familiar. He groaned and said a few things that I barely heard above the sound of my heartbeat. "Strip", he commanded as he stood there with his shiny, wet dick bobbing beneath his gut. I did so without thinking too much of anything. He sized me up and handed me the bottle. "I..." "Don't talk. Just drain that fucker cuz you're gonna need it in a second." I swallowed it all down and let the bottle fall from my numb hand. It didn't break, just bounced noisily into a corner. And then we had one last wrestling match for old time's sake. He had me pinned after he knew all my fight was gone. Then I was kneeling on the floor and he was on my back with his wet prick aimed exactly where I wanted him to aim it. It hurt like hell when he tried to get that fat head in my hole, but i didn't even have the strength to yell. The worst of the pain didn't last all that long anyway. After a minute, it was just me with my forehead down on the floor, feeling his blubber squooshing around on my spine and his little torpedo pivoting in and out of my guts. He was talking again. "You didn't win nothin' that I'm not taking from you now." Then he roared as he blasted his nasty cum deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me and lied there for about half a minute. He got up. I could hear him shuffling around and thought he was getting dressed. That's when a stream of hot, smelly liquid hit my back. He was pissing on me. Of course. He'd won and deserved his victory, I guess. I lost everything.

Just posted a new topic question(s) to the Bug Chasing forum. I'd like y'all feedback if you can.

So I have been a long time fan of this site and read many stories. Felt like it was my time to start sharing. This is the story of how I was introduced and became addicted to bb. I went to high school in Florida and vowed that I would move away for college. And that I did. One summer visiting my parents was the summer that changed my life. I decided to spend a good 3 weeks with my parents and after a couple of days I was finding every excuse to get out of the house. One particularly horny say I was on grindr and this older muscle daddy hit me. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over for some fun. Mind you I was pretty inexperienced to the whole gay/sex thing and also normally (no longer the case) not attracted to older guys. However my parents were being particularly annoying, and I was pretty horny so I took him up on the offer. I lied to my parents about how I was meeting some friends from high school borrowed my mom's car and drove to this guys house. Along the way I was super nervous and asked him if he had condoms and lube since I didn't have any. He told me not to worry. Upon reaching his house I walk up to the door and before I even knock this muscular shirtless daddy opens the door in nothing but gym shorts where are very noticeable bulge is showing. Stammering and getting all shy I don't know really what to do and I'm pretty sure he could tell how new I was to everything. This daddy changed my entire perspective of older guys. Salt and pepper hair, white and muscular body. A good 6 inches taller than me (I'm 5'8 average build) is looming over me and I can smell his musk. He grabs my shoulders and brings me in closing the door behind him. Never taking his hands off my shoulders he leads me deeper into his house and guides me to his bedroom. He then proceds to tell me not to worry. Asking me at the same time how old I was (at the time I was very discreet on grindr and has barely anything on it) I proceed to tell him I'm 19 in which he laughs and says his son is close to my age. This amazing specimen of a man was 55 and had a body of a 30 year old. The entire time he is talking to me he keeps his hands on my shoulders almost like he is preventing me from running away. He then asks me how experienced I am in which I told him honestly I've only had sex once and a couple or bjs. He got a twinkle in his eye and asked me if I had ever been rimmed before. My clueless self actually responded with what is rimming in which he laughed and said that he would show. Pushing me onto his bed he proceds to start to make out with me. I feel his tongue lightly push into my mouth and I get a hint of mouth wash. His expert hands are caressing my body and working their way to my ass. He proceds to lay on top of me and I feel my breath leaving me. Somehow he has worked my pants off me and my raging 7 inch cock was straining my boxers. He proceds to pull my boxers down giving my boner its freedom. He starts kissing my neck, then chest working his way down. Licking my nibbles and involuntary moan leaves my mouth. Looking up at me he says oh sensitive nipples I see and proceeds to suck and lick both my nipples causing me to gasp and moan. He wedges his legs between mine spreading my ass wide and I feel something hard pressing against it. This entire time he had kept his shorts in and I had not gotten to see his dick. I reach down to try to grab it in which he grabs his hands and says "no boy not yet" he then spreads my legs with his hands exposing my pink hole and I hear a growl from him. "Mmmm nice boy let me show you what rimming is" In which he puts his head down to my ass and starts to lick my hole. I gasp never before having felt something like it before. One word to describe it, pure ecstasy. He licks and tongue fucks me as I moan and wiggle under his expert skills. "yes boy you like it don't you. You want my dick next" Being in a euphoric haze I just nod at him and finally his gym shorts come off. Out comes a 8 inch dick that had a very noticeable curve to the left. He process to hold my legs and bring his dick to my hole. This snaps me our of my haze and ask him to put on a condom and get lube. He tells me to not to worry he will as he rubs his dick on my wet hole. I moan in which he smiles and asks me if I like it. Nodding my head he continues to rub his dick on my hole. I feel him gently push his dick on my hole in which I stop him again and he said he just wants to rub on it some more and he will get a condom. My naive self said OK and let him keep rubbing it. He does this circular motion on my hole with his dick head that just feels so amazing. Pushing ever so lightly on my hole just continuing the circle motion. Ever time though he pushs just a little more and I'm whimpering under him. What he is doing just feels so amazing. Without any warning he suddenly pushs just a little more and I feel his dick enter me with a small pop. Pain floods my brain and I try to push him off me. "stay still boy, just relax" he told me "breathe" He doesn't move even though I'm pushing on his chest to get off me. His grip on my legs tighten and I feel him push in deeper. Causing me to cry out some more. "please stop, it hurts and you don't have a condom" He just smiles this devilish smile at me and push a deeper and then I feel it. His dick pressing against my prostate causing precum to gush out of my dick. Seeing this he starts a slow rhythmic thrust aiming for that spot. My arms weaken and I longer try to push him off me. Pure ecstasy has taken over and I start to see stars. My body shakes and my ass clenches on his dick. I can no longer resist his dick feels so good, like something I had never felt from the sex with a condom I had before. It is so smooth and I can feel every bit of his cock no friction which surprised me since we didn't use lube. He continues to fuck me going faster and faster "yeah boy. Your hole is mine now. You want my daddy load don't you." "please daddy. Fuck me. Please give it to me" I can't even believe the things coming out of my mouth but I say all of it to him. I just don't want it to stop Suddenly he push a in right on my spot and gives a low growl. I can feel his dick expanding in me and this weird sensation. "its all yours boy fuck yeah" he says as he shoots deep in me more and more. Unloading into me I start to jerk off and cum all over myself. He finally pulls out and throws me a towel just laughing. I end up driving home in a daze but something in me has changed. I wanted it again and that is all I knew

Me too. Although if the hole has multiple loads, love to piston fuck.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 5) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Davis was on the floor, trying to avoid the beating. I stood above him, with two of my pals and we were swinging our belts and hit his body in every possible spot. He trashed around, but had no chance to escape the whipping. The scene was filmed by the 4th guy and he switched between close ups of the welts appearing all over Davis’ body and the scenery from afar. So we could enjoy those minutes again and again later on. We showed no mercy. It was like the warming up before the main event. Our cocks stood out proud and hard, just wishing the rape would start right now. Davis was not screaming at the moment. It was more or less just grunting. He clenched his teeth and almost seemed out of this world. And again the lad tried to flee from the pain and the violence. He simply fainted on us. We were so in motion, that we didn’t notice it at first. Out of breath we stopped our attack. “You brought us a nice piece of meat” someone said. “Wake him up” I said coldly. Another bucket of cold water was splashed over his head. He gasped for air and looked around disorientated. “No more…” were his first words. “No more…” he repeated again. “No more… beating” I said. “No more…” I stressed my words and crouched next to him. “Move your body to the bed” I whispered to Davis. “Move your fucking body to the bed and spread your fucking legs so we can start ripping your ass open.” with that I got up again and gave the lad a little nudge with my boots to make him more cooperative. Slowly he crawled to one of the beds, accompanied by our booted feet, showing him the right way. Every muscle in his body was tensed. It was such a great moment, hearing his soft sobbing, realizing he wanted to crawl away from us, but we gave him little kicks, so it would be easier for him to find our love nest. We grinned at each other and jerked our cocks slowly. “Good boy” I teased him Davis looked around scared, when he got onto the bed. “On your back cunt and spread those damn legs” I growled. Davis assumed position, but didn’t look all too happy about it. “Now… Davis… wouldn’t it be nice, if you would repeat the words you used, when you contacted me?” I asked soothingly. “About getting fucked?” he asked timidly. “About everything…” I answered loudly. “Tell us how you wanted to be raped and your cunt busted.” The 18 year old boy shook his head. “You better tell us…” I warned him. “I… I wanted to be raped. I… I wanted my cunt destroyed *sniffs* I needed hard cock….” Davis mumbled. “Exactly and now a little bit louder and say it in a way, that we believe it.” I ordered him to tell us the things a second time. Before that, I told my pals to assemble on the bed, next to our little rape toy and let him stroke our cocks and lick two cockheads, while the 5th fellow would film this great scene. Davis looked around, not knowing how to react. While Davis got a zoom up, jacking us off or lick our dickheads we gave him the opportunity to look straight into the cam and tell us his deepest desires. “I…. *sob* I… want to be raped.” “I am a useless cunt and need to be destroyed” Tears ran down his face while he praised his hole to be torn apart and to be fucked bloodily. “Good cunt…. we will give you, what you were looking for.” and we fist bumped each other, while using insults on the lad. “So let’s get started. You must be delirious already” I laughed cruelly. I went between the guys legs and arranged his legs to be on my shoulder. Davis tried to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than this helpless little twink. “Someone hand me the lube….” I demanded. It was a lot commotion going on now. Davis felt my cock nestling against his tiny hole, already probing to gain entrance. He wasn’t happy about it and tried to push me away. “Lube….” I shouted and tried to get the boy under control. “Erm… nobody brought lube with him apparently.” “We need lube…. oh well, spit and blood will do it also I guess….” I mused. “This will hurt lad, but it will hurt you more, that it will hurt me” I cackled gleefully. “As soon as you bleed, my cock will glide more easily into your twat. Don’t worry….” I added. “Maybe this will help?” someone said. A guy came out of the bathroom, holding a used toothbrush in his hand. He looked at the men… They looked at me… I looked at Davis… “We need to get your hole bloody…” I told him truthfully. Suddenly Davis understood the concept and started wailing…

Point Break - Part 2: Hotel Hoe Down : I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all shades of darkness, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” My trip to NYC was going great so far. I had checked in, taken some anonymous dick in my room when this superior BBC master I had chatted with sent his buddy to ‘inspect me’. I got bred and fucked good, then was told to go up to the 17th floor, where, amidst the debris and chaos of the floor renovation, the BBC, or shadow man since I had not seen his face, got me high on a crack pipe then pounded the fucking living daylights out of my ass. I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? “You want some more rock?” the shadow man asked. I was relishing the heat radiating from my ass, picturing his AIDS nutt burrowing like the great worms of Dune through my intestinal wall. I got up onto my knees and replied, “Yeah, sure.” Shadow man stepped forward, his POZ dick so close, his face darker than a summer storm when he reached down and cuffed me good, “Try that again hoe - that’s no way to address your superior black master especially after he just gifted you. So, if you trying to be that drugged-up-pussy-slut, how do you think you respond - huh?” I hung my head, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” He chuckled, “Fucking dick hungry white cunts. That’s better. You learn quick. Good thing because me and my homies plan to seed that manhole. Show you how big and filthy and nasty the Big Apple sewer rats are. Fill you with gutta-snipe dick, infected jizz, sling that dope in your lungs and veins, and make you O.D. every which way imaginable.” Hell yeah! I was still trying to process each part of what he had just said when shadow man stepped out of my line of vision, went behind me, grabbed the plastic sheeting, then I heard him cut into it with a knife or some other instrument. He walked up behind me, rested his still hard dick on my right shoulder and I about broke my neck trying to twist it so I could touch him with my tongue. He lowered a big slice of plastic construction sheeting down in front of my face, moved his hands in unison towards the back of my head and said, “Reach up and grab it in the back right where my hand is at.” I lifted my left hand and grabbed the stiff, slick, plastic. Shadow man was behind me and I heard RRRRIIIIPPPPP. “Stay fucking still and don’t worry. Won’t have you falling out on me just yet, but if you real good got a buddy who will choke you out just as he slams his monster dick in to breed you - you won’t fucking believe how that feels. Anyways, going to tape this shit up, wrap you up like a bag of medical waste and will then cut a hole flap for your mouth/nose in a minute so you can take the pipe, wet the dick, swallow the piss, and whatever the else I fucking decide to stuff your gullet with. What do you say fag boy?” Even through the plastic now covering my face he could clearly hear my reply, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” Having wrapped my head in plastic and duct tape like a mummy, shadow man then stood in front of me and said, “You better not flinch, otherwise you can play the Joker in the next Batman movie.” He gripped the plastic between his fingers and slowly sliced into it making a diagonal line left to right from just about my left nostril down to the right corner of my mouth, then reversed the process so the plastic had a big X cut into it. He shoved two fingers through the hole. I opened my mouth; he scraped up my gums and cheeks a bit as I spread my jaw wider and wider. “Yeah, that’ll do,” he proclaimed. Shadow man stepped away, “Aiight, open that air hole up so you can hit this big rock. You ain’t no baby bird no more so I want to see a true fucking rock star you hear me? Suck that shit up; hold it deep, I want you to tweak the fuck out. You are going to give up control one way or the other - willingly or not - I don’t give a fuck which and before we’re done you’ll be begging to have me slut you to the NYPD mounted patrol so that hoe pussy can get filled with 4-legged horse dick.” CLICK - the lighter caught, the rock hissed as it sparked, the cool glass quickly warmed up between my lips and I almost flinched and pulled away as the flame felt awful close to my face, but I held steady. “Good bitch - good bitch. Take that smoke,” my superior BBC master said. Over and over, back to back, I hit the pipe and was getting fidgety as hell. He then stepped away, I could hear him inhaling, exhaling, could smell the rank particles filling the air. “We all good - come on now. The homies are waiting,” he said. I stood up, let him turn me around, and reached back to try to find his hard shaft and grabbed on. “Dick hungry hoe huh? Tell me faggot hoe how you going to make this superior black man proud tonight?” I spit the words out quicker than Vanilla Ice, “Fuck me master. As much as you want - as many guys as you want - whore me out - drug me up - no limits MASTER - just infect me, POZ me, fill me with dirty dick, seed, dick...of Jesus I’m kinda fucked up. Um...make me take your piss, slap me, choke me, spank me, um...fuck me - oh wait I said that. Use your toothbrush on me MASTER - my mouth and ass - um...pussy cunt. Manhole.” Shadow man laughed, slapped my ass cheeks hard, grabbed my hips then slammed his raw dick back in with no warning as he filled me, “Fuck yeah white bitch twitch. All that and more and that’s just the beginning. I got a whole lotta R&B planned for you. Rob you and beat you - rape you and breed you - rim you and bang you - rip you up and bust you out. I may O.D. you just to watch you shake, sweat, puke, shit, and hallucinate until you think you at fucking Coney Island before I put that pipe back to those lips and set you right just so I can edge you back out all over again with one fucked up trip after another.” My mind reeled as he roughly grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms behind my back and twisted, “And that’s just tonight.” I groaned as he slid his BBC out of my hungry ass, and shook with need for the pleasures that awaited me down the rabbit hole. “Come on” he said as he pushed me forward, “I’m just walking you down the hall. I got you. Don’t worry. You won’t fall or shit. Homies are waiting.” He paused, slammed me face up against the door jam, drove his dick back in me, and snarled, “Nothing gets my POZ nutts churning that boy cunt butter like watching my home boys use a hoe bitch - totally anonymous - on the DL. Big dicks one and all. Rough trade shit - and each and every motha-fuckin one has AIDs or some sketchy shit to breed in that puss puss. They’ll be fighting, drinking, drugging, and whoring - you being the whore. What? Don’t fuckin worry about where we going. Jesus. I can see we need to keep that mouth stuffed. OK - you saw all the construction shit up here? Well a couple years back some folks from China or some shit bought the place. Thought we were going to be the next big thing, so they decided to tear shit up. Make it all high end. Well, what they didn’t realize is folks with that kind of cash don’t come to this part of town. Nothing here. So shit tanked - new owners, whatever. Anyways, things got left as they are with no money or plans in the future to fix it. So, I use it for my needs - to breed and POZ dumb fucks like you, and more. Just down the hall is the only room they done up - a suite - or what would have been a new suite. It was a model of how they thought the whole place would look. Come on now. Enough yapping.” I let the superior BBC master guide me through the debris, down the hall until he stopped, “OK, let’s do another rock real quick like. Huff it up like you having a baby - an AIDs baby - my baby - you about to give birth so suck that smoke good.” This time the smoke scalded my windpipe and lungs going down and coming up - it was like inhaling acid! Satisfied, he rapped on the door - paused - rapped twice real fast - paused, then again. Nothing. I could hear him slide his key card in and the door caught as he opened it, “GOD DAMN IT MUTHA-FUCKAS. WHY THE HELL DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR? COME ON NOW AND LET ME IN - I GOT TONIGHT’S PINK PUSSY TREAT AND THE HOE IS ALL LOOSEY-GOOSEY.” The door lock was flipped back; a wave of voices, smells, and other noises permeated the plastic wrapped around my head. “Where’s that tin foil - don’t fuckin burn it through man - hell! Who got a fresh needle? Man I hope that puta gets here soon - I need to piss something fierce. Yo - who snagged by box of rocks? Motha-fuckas better step up! You dealing or what man? Come on now. The bet is good.” Almost as one all the voices hushed like the Pope had just entered the room. Through the opaque plastic I could make out just general shades of darkness, light, movement and the bright areas in front of me filled into dark voids and multiple men gathered round - how many I had no idea. I was turning my head side to side like a hooded falcon on an Arabian prince’s arm. Shadow man spoke up, “Hey, hey HEY! Jesus it’s like running a God-damn day care sometimes with you all. Listen up. So far, this hoe has done good - real good. But - and you know what I mean when I say but - the faggot gurl still has some proving to do. So, I need to go down to the restaurant and fix some shit real quick. In the meantime - HEY HEY HEY fuckin shut up! In the meantime, just stick to the pipe for now but no limits on the man cunt aiight? I already marked that pussy good so POZ it up, bloody it up, beat it up, what the fuck ever I don’t care.” My BBC master let go of my arm, voices were raised, hands grabbed me, and before I could barely take a breath I was bent over with some uncut, slimy dick fucking my mouth while a toilet paper roll sized one fucked my ass. The voices started again… “Yo, pull off that mouth - let me share this spark - come on now, take the pipe - suck it up, yeah bitch - yeah! Fucking wet pussy right here guys - fucking wet - sloppy - fuck that’s good - already dropped some cum - who’s next? Back off nicca! You and those fucking toys - no way man! We only using this hoe for dick - dick dick dick. Need me to say it again? Why does Carlos always try lifting them ankles up when he sees my big black dick swinging? You going all gurly on us Carlos? Or you going to do some baby momma making? HA! Come open that mouth and lick my fuckin drip! Get ready for this Superman dick! Wait no - Iron Man - yeah my shit’s brick hard - oh fuck - wait - Thor dick - with my war hammer! You dumb ass - Thor’s white! He needs this Black Panther Dick prison fuck down. Let me climb up in that hole and show you what’s what. Skeet skeet - take them babies in that fag cunt! Swallow - don’t fuckin dribble! That’s some good piss right yo! Hey - who can film this shit - look at them ass lips stretch for my monster! Fucking-eh niccas, homie got us a true freak sub! Look at that shim’s cunt pulse after I brushed it good - all bloody and ready for my POZ load - fuck yeah!” On and on it went as one after another of the dudes gave me the smoke, gave me the pipe, gave me their manly juices from spit, to piss, to nutt and more nutt. Like shadow man said, there was plenty of fighting and shit and I was not the only one who was going to leave that room with bruises. I was on my back on the couch; my legs lifted high and up so the top fucking me could dig in deep. His dark image a blur through the plastic homemade hoodie as he pounded and with each thrust he worked to fill my mouth with his spit as he practiced lobbing chunks at my open, eager air hole. Someone sat down on the couch to the right, patted my head, and said, “Well, well, well. I see the hoe’s found what that pussy needed.” It was shadow man. “Remember I said I got a buddy who will choke you out as he breeds you? He just rolled in from the clubs and is horny as shit, so as soon as my boy here gets his nutt, you are going on a new trip.” While shadow man sat with his hand on the couch beside mine, his buddy finished his business and dumped some more cum in my raw ass. “Come on,” shadow man said as he helped me stand up. I was a bit dizzy, my legs cramped, cum and ass juice were running down my legs. He pushed/steered me away from the din of his homies’ voices, into another room, and shut the door, then said, “My boy is a gully gangsta nicca who goes hard. He’s an extreme motha-fucka, but knows his shit; so don’t be tripping over it. Enjoy the fucking ride. Here, sit on the toilet, let your guts release whatever the hell you got stored up in there - you ain’t U-Haul - then we’ll dab you out with some hoe tampons, make you nice and dry so you’ll feel it good when he takes you.” I had my eyes closed behind the plastic hood over my head. Not sure why, maybe just my body’s way of trying to reset, relax, and let flow what needed to flow. Have you ever tried to wipe your ass without being able to see? I had to laugh at my attempts, but shadow man stood me up, dabbed me dry, and inspected me to make sure I was good. He flushed and closed the lid then had me sit back down. “Can I hit the pipe?” I asked. He just laughed, walked away, the door closed, I was alone - or so I thought. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - echoed from the far corner. I tilted my head, turned, and for the first time saw the darkness of a large monster hiding in the corner with a long flame spitting up to burn his smoke. I didn’t dare move, or speak. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - and then the flame died, the monster moved, and his darkness filled the void. “Stand the fuck up, bend over, and show me that cunt,” the monster growled. His claws dug into my tender, used, flesh hole, then he spun me around and I could imagine his incisors long, and sharp, ready to rend my flesh apart. His face was inches from mine, his breath hot on the bits of skin that showed through the cut in the plastic hood. He reeked of smoke, liquor, and more. My wrists were grabbed hard, my hands raised and set against his bearded, square-jawed head, “Feel my face - run your fingers on my grill - hmmm - make those memories of your executioner - imagine in your mind the roughest thug nicca you can, times that shit by 10, and still you be bowing at my feet as the scrap of worthless hoe flesh you are.” I was turned around and a beast dick pressed at my hole. “This that grown man dick that none these youngins can give you,” the monster promised. Cold steel then pressed against my skin as he slid a knife between the plastic hood and my lower neck. Gently he edged up, got a finger underneath, and made small saw cuts creating a flap in the back. I thought he was going to take the plastic hood off me, but instead, he wound layers of duct tape around my forehead and over my eyes and bridge of my nose, securing the plastic in place on my head and cutting off what little light remained in my world. My chest heaved in and out as my adrenaline kicked in, but I held myself steady against the bath vanity. The knife was laid on the counter as this BBC monster slid his open hands up my spine, parted to the right and left sides of my neck, and then with practiced ease interlocked his muscled hands around my throat. He began tapping his right index finger against the spot on my neck where my carotid artery pulsed and fluttered like he was setting his own body’s clock and rhythm to mine. He pressed his body closer and I could feel his stiff dick at my asshole. He set his head against mine, his face by my left ear - closer still and he was ready. “Usually I got to pay to have a knock out thot delivered cause I’m not going down again on no rape charge, but while you are free, you sure the fuck not willing!” The monster slammed his mutant dick into me dry and I yelped in pain, and his grip tightened, “Feel your god’s hands around that throat squeezing your life out - feel your god’s dick in your ass, filling you with my AIDs death. Prep won’t do you no good. My shit is totally med resistant and toxic and now I can add another tear drop tattoo to my face, and…” I was out. My eyes fluttered. I felt the heavy weight of the ocean on me like I was a sub that had been torpedoed and begun to sink, but slowly started to find my way back to the surface, back to the light, bobbing once more upon the waves. I was still bent over the vanity - well slumped - with the monster’s claws digging into my neck as he ravaged my now, wet hole with his breeding stick. I fought to stand up straight, to feel him go deeper, and he growled his approval. I grabbed his powerful forearms as he mauled me and scratched and slapped and scrabbled as the monster invaded my flesh and secured me in its death grip. “FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS NICCA DICK - RAPE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! GOD DAMN PUSSY FAGGOT - FEEL MY 11-INCHES RIP YOU A NEW ASS HOLE - INFECT THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! BEAT YOU TO DEATH FROM THE INSIDE OUT! POZZING YOU FUCKING BITCH - POZZING YOU GOOD - PO….” and I was out again as he squeezed my neck full force. There was an incessant pounding in my head - no on my head and why was it so fucking loud? My eyes took a quick peek, closed, reopened, and then closed again. Quit fucking slapping me! Well that’s what I thought, but not a sound came out of my mouth. I groaned. Shadow man’s voice loomed over me, “Come on back now - there you go - he’s a fucking pro but some bitches take longer to come back around than others and guess you’re one of the slow ones.” I moaned again, someone rolled me onto my right side, my ass was pried apart, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THAT - CRAZY NICCA TORE THAT SHIT UP!” someone said, followed by, “LET ME CLIMB ON THAT SHIT - SCOPE IT GOOD.” Shadow man rolled me back over, “Fucking wait a minute bro, fuck. Come on, help me sit him up a sec, here, drink this, it’s just water, drink it all. There you. Feeling better huh? Yeah you are.” I was on a bed, well a mattress as there were no sheets or anything. I turned my head left then right, dark demons shifted in and out of the light and I reached up to touch my sore neck and throat. Appeared shadow man had rebuilt my plastic hood as the duct tape was gone off my eyes, the cut in the back repaired, and once again I was just an anonymous cum dump for whatever dick needed a hole. Shadow man spoke again, “I need you to scoot up a little - you OK - there you go - now get on your hands and knees - now feel my dick - OK back up, back up, fuck yeah that feel good? I know it does. You’re such a fucking cock slut! Now I’m going to lay back and want you to come with me - just roll back, keep my dick in you, and lie on top of me - yeah just like that. Yeah I know that pussy’s hurting, but we’re about to take care of that real good - real fucking good.” My ass was on fire, and my whole abdomen hurt, it hurt to even breath, but shadow man wrapped his arms around my chest, held me tight to his warm body, and continued to monitor my temp with his BBC buried to the hilt in my swollen ass. My superior BBC master provided the commentary to fill me in on what was happening now, “TIME TO GET YOU POINTED OUT. EVER TAKEN CRYSTAL THROUGH A NEEDLE? HEROIN? ANYTHING? OH DAMN - A VIRGIN! SHIT - WELL NOT FOR ANY LONGER. MY HOMIE HERE IS ABOUT TO WRAP A RED CANVAS BELT AROUND YOUR RIGHT BICEP. FEEL THAT TUGGING TIGHT? OK, NOW HE HELD THE SYRINGE UP TO HIS MOUTH, PUT THE ORANGE CAP BETWEEN HIS JACKED UP TEETH - REALLY MAN YOU NEED A GRILL OR SOME SHIT TO COVER THAT FREAKNESS UP. ANYWAYS, HE’S GOT THE CAP IN HIS TEETH AND IS NOW CHECKING THE SYRINGE. THE SYRINGE HAS A BIG METAL RING ON THE END, LIKE A GRENADE PIN YOU KNOW? HE’S GOT HIS FINGER THROUGH THAT AND - WAIT - OK - NOW YOU’LL FEEL HIM TAP YOUR RIGHT ARM. WHAT’S HE DOING? HE’S LOOKING FOR A VEIN. A VEIN HE CAN INJECT YOU IN. THIS AINT’ NO KIDDIE MEDICINE YOU GET SQUIRTED IN YOUR MOUTH. THIS IS TURN-YOU-INTO-A-SEX-SLAVE SHIT COCKTAIL. YOU DON’T THINK I MAKE A LIVING WORKING AT THIS HOTEL DO YOU? FUCK JESUS - THANK GOD FOR NAIVE FAG PUSSY LIKE YOU. OK - CHRIST YOU GOT SOME GOOD VEINS - WE’LL SEE HOW LONG THOSE LAST. OK, HE’S DOUBLE CHECKING THE SYRINGE, LITTLE SQUIRT, NOW JUST BY YOUR ELBOW CREASE YOU WILL FEEL A LITTLE PRICK - JUST A LITTLE - THEN MAYBE SOME COOLNESS. FEEL THAT? HE’S FILLED YOUR VEIN UP GOOD. NOW GET READY - HERE COMES THE FUCKING RUSH - WHEN HE PULLS THE BELT OFF YOU’LL WANT TO COUGH, THAT’S OK, JUST LET IT OUT, I GOT YOU.” Everything then happened so fast. The belt came off my arm, my body went extra dimensional, I got so fucking hot - voices were crashing around inside my head. What the fuck did you give me?” I managed to blurt, “I want to go back to my room. Take me to my room, I…I don’t like this...I…” The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. Once again my arm was tapped as one of the anonymous breeders prepared to infect my ass and veins. In a brief moment of clarity I wondered, “This was only my first night. What would day two be like?” (*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!)

CHAPTER 1 My wife had the great idea to go to a resort with her brother and his wife for a week over summer. We'd been happily married for 3 years & unhappily married for another year or so. She'd decided that a week away might spice things up. How that was meant to happen with her brother & his wife there was beyond me. Mike & myself were lounging by the pool while the girls were off doing some shopping. "Fuck man, I thought this was meant to help our relationship, she's nearly spent more time with your wife than me!" Mike said. "Tell me about it man, I've been so fucking horny and she's been nowhere to be found. She was talking about getting knocked up this trip and I've barely seen her.....Sorry man, I shouldn't be talking about fucking your sister" "Ha ha, it's cool. She used to tell me about all of the stuff she used to get up to so there's not too many surprises" "She didn't say anything about me did she?" "Just about how great your body is man, and I can tell seeing you in those speedos, she wasn't lying!" It must've been the alcohol talking as he started adjusting his cock as he said it, and I couldn't help but glance. "Shit, you've got me covered in the body department man" I replied. "and from the looks of things, in cock size too!" "Did you wanna check each other out?"Mike asked with a glint in his eye. "I dunno man, what about the girls? What about your sister?" "Well I sure as hell won't tel her so our secret's safe with me" "Alright then" I agreed and we walked off to my room. As I led the way I was thankful I was holding my towel and clothes in front of my growing cock. It felt like Mike was checking my ass out which I found exciting for some strange reason. I unlocked the door, we went into the room and I put my clothes and towel in the laundry basket. When I turned around I was shocked to see that Mike had already taken his speedos off and was already completely naked! His cock looked so massive even though he wasn't close to hard. "Damn man, how big is that?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off it. "Once it's fully hard? About 9 or 10 inches" as he started stroking his thickening cock. Even though I'd never felt anything like this before I couldn't help but think how sexy he looked. "Lemme see yours man" My 6-7 inch cock looked tiny compared to his monster as I removed my speedos. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said as he walked towards me. "Just might need a little more encouragement" He grabbed my cock and it felt like an electric shock going through my body. "See it's responding already" As he'd made the first move I felt a little more comfortable reaching out and touching his. My hand wrapped round his long shaft. Mike started slowly jerking my cock and following his lead, I began to do the same. "Dam, you're so good at this Mike" I whispered. I looked up and our faces were so close together, I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. His tongue flicked out & without even thinking I sucked it into my mouth. Once again I reeled back in shock. "Oh god, sorry Mike. I don't know what came over me!" He laughed it off, "Hey no harm done man. I fit didn't feel so good I'd have been a lot more offended" "You liked it?" I asked with a combination of nerves and shock. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to do it properly if you were keen" He suggested with a grin as he moved closer to me. His hot breath on me caused me to lose control again and I brought my lips to his and we started to make out. I'd never even thought about being with a guy and here I was, kissing my wife's brother as though we'd been lovers for years! Our hands sought each others' cocks once more, not nervously this time but with animal lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on and going from the fee of Mike's cock, he was starting to feel the same! "Damn my sister's lucky, you're a hell of a kisser" Mike smiled to me as we made out, "You're much better at it than she is" I replied. My free hand roamed down his chest as we kissed and I stroked his cock. He felt so fucking good I wanted to kiss every square inch of him. I broke off our kiss and I started kissing his hairy chest, sucking and biting on his nipples as Mike groaned his approval. Before I knew it I'd reached his abs and I could feel his cock on the underside of my chin as I knelt in front of him. I looked up at him questioningly, "I'm not gonna say anything if you don't man but fuck if you want this half as much as I do go for it!" Mike said as if he read my mind. END OF CHAPTER 1

This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".

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…

1998 I've been a practical, plan-ahead, cautious guy. Maybe it's because I grew up in a chaotic household or whatever, but I always knew I wanted to be a responsible adult some day... and now I was. I had a good job, a little house with a sensible mortgage, and I lived life without much drama. It was a quiet, sensible existence, although somewhat lonely at times. I was gay, but I didn't have any gay friends. i didn't go to bars and never drank alcohol. I'd seen enough of drunken stupidity as a kid. I liked my co-workers and I liked my boss. Everything was fine....until it wasn't. What was the first sign? I'm not sure. I remember finding a cigarette butt in my driveway, but I'd guessed it was from the mail guy or maybe it just blew in with other trash I'd sometimes find in my yard. I didn't think more about it. And then I started getting strange phone calls - on both my cell and land line. If I answered, the other party would hang up. If I didn't answer, my voicemail would fill up with cryptic messages: "You in?" "Wash your car." "I can see you." Called ID was no help because all the numbers were different and none of them could be called back. I just turned off voicemail on both phones. Nobody needed to reach me anyway. I was isolated. I couldn't not answer or turn off the voicemail at work however. Nothing weird ever happened there. Impossible. But one afternoon, I got back from getting coffee to find three voicemail messages that were from the same person. It was a man with a deep voice. All of it was the same nonsense Id heard before. None of them were sinister, but they were definitely creepy. How did this person know all of my phone numbers? I started getting paranoid. I even changed all the numbers, but after a few more days, the calls would resume. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Why? What was the point? If the purpose was to make me scared, it worked. I lowered my blinds and made sure my door was locked. I thought about getting a German Shepherd, but that would mean walking him and putting myself out in the open. I called a couple of home alarm companies, but the cost was ridiculous. I just stayed home behind a locked door and closed windows while the phones kept ringing. And then I got an email: "Tired yet? You can make this stop by leaving your bedroom window unlocked. You ass is my goal. Give that up and things will go back to normal" What the fuck?? I couldn't reply to the email of course. It didn't exist. I changed all my passwords immediately. I didn't use the computer much these days except for work stuff and maybe some casino games, but there was a time I used to go to gay chat rooms and look at porn and stuff like that. Not anymore. Nope. That's probably where this guy got all my information. I should be okay now. I had taken every precaution possible. I set up a firewall and basked in the warmth of those flames. I sat in my little "office" in the back room and played solitaire. Nothing happened for a week. My phone rang at work one morning: "Hello?" "One is the loneliest number.." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. When are you going to let me cum inside your ass?" "Not interested. Call someone else. LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I didn't realize how loud I was until other people in my office dropped by to ask if I was okay. So I stayed home alone and played solitaire over and over. My IM dinged: "Is this all you do now? Lose card games hour after hour?" Something broke in me. "What do you want from me? Who are you?" "I told you what I want. Let down your guard and let me in. I will leave you alone after I fuck your ass raw. Deal?" Weirdly, I was suddenly aroused. I had a helpless boner that just would not go away. It was storming outside. "Fine. You win. I surrender. When?" "Not now. The weather is bad and I'm drenched. Plus you need to shave." And then he disappeared from the screen. OK. The stalker had won. I was going to give in and let whatever happen. I hardly slept at all that night. It thundered and rained for hours. He said he was drenched. Was he looking through a window at me? All the blinds were closed, but maybe there was a peeking spot. I went outside the next morning and looked around. I saw more cigarette butts and some huge footprints in the mud. It had rained since our chat. Maybe he had hung around afterward. I called in sick to work. My phone rang shortly afterwards. I answered. "Don't waste any more sick time. You're going to be needing it soon enough. Take a shower, shave and leave your house unlocked. See you after dark." It was early. I tried to take a nap, but I kept having flashes of dreams of this mystery man. He's won alight -- he was inside my head now. I showered, shaved and groomed. I made the bed and sprinkled sage oil around the room. It was barely even dusk now and I was already coming out of my skin with anxiety. I dressed really quickly and drove down to the corner liquor store. I needed to relax. The store was small, but so crowded with bottles of everything that I had no idea what to buy. The old lady at the register asked if I needed help and I stood there, looking stupid. "Y-yeah...what do you recommend?" "Pardon?" "I mean...if you needed a drink right now because you were stressed, what would you have?" "I figured you needed to sleep. You're wearing pajama bottoms." Oh shit. I was. My mind was so occupied that I'd put on pajama pants instead of jeans. Did I remember a wallet? No. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I left my money at home. I'll come back." "No problem. You've got an open account already. Some tall gentleman just came in here, described you and said he'd pay for whatever you wanted. Friend of yours?" "Yes." The guy was always a step ahead of me, and I'd rather have someone like that as a friend than an enemy. "Well, I'd suggest some Grey Goose vodka. It's smooth as hell and always puts me in a good mood. It's expensive, but you're not paying -- get the big bottle." And I did. By the time I got back home it was dark. I was shaking as I went in my unlocked door. I somehow managed to pour a short glass of vodka. Are you supposed to ice to it? Water? Coke? I drank it straight. It burned my insides,but in a good way. It was officially night. I took one more drink and headed for bed. I left all the lights off. Inside my bedroom, I flipped on a lava lamp in the corner. I didn't want complete blackness. Not yet. I took off my t-shirt and sandals and lied back in bed. Every little noise set my nerves on edge, but I guess the vodka was kicking in because I started to finally doze for a a bit. It was raining hard again. The great thing about lava lamps is that the light is never the same. It swirls and tumbles slowly as you watch. Another storm was moving through. I slept hard before a really huge clap of thunder woke me up. What time was it? I looked around for my digital clock and saw him standing there. "There might be a tornado coming. Prepared for the worst?" I was confused and alarmed. The stalker man was standing a few feet away from me wearing a black plastic raincoat with his bare legs and bare feet showing. He was 6'7" at least, but I couldn't see his face because he had the hood on and was facing away from the meager light. "Nice lava lamp. It smells different in here.... like oranges. Did you do that for me?" "You've been in here before?" "Many times. It usually smells like fabric softener and you. I know your smell by heart." Seriously? I needed to wake up a little. "Here", he said, handing me a full glass of vodka. "Have an eye-opener." I gulped it like a pro. "Very nice. I used the nice glasses your grandma left you. Need a refill? I brought the bottle." "I want to see you." "You will. Have another shot first. Have two. I've already had my share of it." I drank as much as I thought I could stand, wiped my mouth, and sat up. Whoa. Head rush! "No more until I see you", I said impatiently He just kept standing there before finally parting the bottom of his raincoat, revealing a huge erect penis that was pointing right at me. I was breathless. He was naked underneath that rain gear. "Lie back down. All will be revealed, kid." I did. There was a crinkling of plastic and then silence. Suddenly he was on top of me. In the weak light, I could see his head was shaved bald. He had a big, handsome face that was a little shrunken somehow. He didn't look evil, but he didn't look normal either. "You won. You said you wanted my ass. Take it." "I won, but so did you....sort of. Lie still." He shoved a long finger in my butt. It wasn't comfortable, but not painful either. Then it was two fingers. Ow. "Relax. Think of my dick. I know you liked it when you saw it." Yeah. I did. He tried three fingers, but it wouldn't work. "You're almost there. Push your hole out a little." I tried. I really did. And then he held a small bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. It smelled like the stuff I used to clean my laptop screen. It made me dizzy and a little sick, but the three fingers were deep inside of me somehow. I liked it. I never even thought of that part of my body before and now it was being treated to this wonderful sensation. Damn. "Good. Good. Now I need you to make me feel good. I'm gonna sit on your face so you can eat my ass. He was suddenly planted there right on my head. His ass was nice and hard and skinny. I thought by "eat" he meant "lick" and so that's what I did. I wore my tongue out working on his anus. He kept telling me how good I was. I thought I might shoot my load right then, but he pulled away. I thought that's all he had in mind until his dick entered my mouth from on top. Hell, he invaded my mouth and throat before I could even understand what was happening. His tender, skinny thighs were squeezing my head from both sides. "Earn this dick!" I swallowed and gagged and felt close to vomiting, but every time I felt overwhelmed by penis, he'd back off a little. It was like he was reading me. I kept sucking him and noting new flavors. "You have to stop now. I'm not wasting a load down your throat." He let me have more sips of vodka and more sniffs of the cleaning fluid. I noticed how good I was feeling as he spread my legs apart. He put his dick up against my hole and teased me a little. He moved in and plowed directly into me. No rubber or anything. I guess the fingers and booze and that sniffing stuff had worked because I was fine. It pinched a little, but I loved having that glorious dick inside of me. "I'm so close to coming. I'll try to...I...Ohhh. Hold on!" He started bucking and thrusting. "Shit. It's too late. I'm giving you your prize now!!" He came and my dick spontaneously shot a wad that landed on his stomach. And then we stayed in position for a long time. He rolled off and lied next to me. We watched the purplish-pink lights from the lava lamp play on the ceiling. "Lava lamps are cool because they're always changing. Like you. Whether you feel it or not, your body is changing right now. I changed you forever. Are you aware of that?" "Yes." "No, I mean I just.." "Yes." "Ah. Smart. You've always been smart. I knew that about you." "How? I mean, how did you keep track of me and see me no matter what I did? How?" "You know. You just don't know you know." "How do you move?" Strange question, considering everything...but it seemed like the right thing to ask. "Like dust motes. Ever been staring into a ray of light through a window and seen dust floating in the air...and then they move quickly in one direction and you don't know how or why? That's me and that's how I move." Oh. I thought about the army of viral invaders in my bloodstream right now. It wasn't like I had a choice. We slept. His long, narrow feet stuck out over the end of the bed. Maybe that's why he was gone in the morning. I kept leaving all the doors unlocked and sleeping with my lava lamp on. Sometimes he visited again. Then I got the flu really bad and he was over constantly. He took care of me until I recovered. "Keep looking at the lights. I changed you, but you can change yourself as well. I'll be back." Beautiful, soft colors at night. I knew he would be there whenever I needed him.

Part 3 Finally some dirty bareback fucking. Be aware, extreme body modifications and scat ahead. --- I stood in front of the closed bedroom door, breathing slowly trying to steady myself for what I was about to do. Fuck yes I was nervous. I had beat off to many breeding stories and videos but knowing that the reality of it was on the other side of a couple inches of wood, it was nerve-racking. Also I had to face this alone, Daddy Jack was off in another part of the house, "to get ready for the grand finale." My throbbing, painful, erection didn't help either. So I grabbed the door knob tightly with my shaking hand, one more deep breath and open. Inside I saw boy scott, laying on their king sized bed. If he was skinny before, he was down right skeletal now. Not exactly skin and bones, more like skin, veins and bones. Naked except for his collar. Even from the doorway I could make out his rib cage with two pierced nipples. I couldn't see a single hair on him: pubes, pits, chin, eyebrows, even his eyelashes gone. His cheeks and closed eyes were sunken. There was a cannula in his nose providing O2, and an IV in his left arm with multiple bags attached. His right hand was slowly edging his lubed up dick. Thinner than Daddy Jack's, cut with a mushroom head, the 0000ga PA glinting from the "German" porn on the TV. It was probably shorter than Daddy's slab of meat, but it looked quite long due to his rail thin body and missing nuts/sac. I could just barely make out the pink scar where his balls were taken from him. Under that was the end of a double-headed dildo. The other head was deep enough to make a small, but visible, bulge in his abdomen. scott must have heard the door close. "Is that you Daddy? Did you find him?" his lack of teeth making it harder to understand. I wanted to say yes, but it came out as more of a "Yip!" "Puppy, you're here! I've been working up a big load of toxic spunk all day. Does Lucky want it up his butt? Do ya, huh, huh?" "Awoof!" as I jumped onto the other side of the bed and got on all fours. I pawed over to scott, and started licking his face and head in appreciation. This made him start giggling. I couldn't feel any stubble with my tongue, but I did feel heat. This boy was burning up. "You keep doing that, and I'll end up shooting on my chest." "Whine," but I stopped. A bottle of poppers was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed them, got my ass in position over scott's dick, took two deep hits, held it, and as I felt the rush, I dropped myself down. "FUCK!" We both shouted. His dick felt like a red hot poker in my hole, but I wanted, no I needed him to poz me. Huffing poppers, beating my cock, and working myself on his dick. With scott roughly working his nipples, not even five pumps and I felt him filling my hole with his seed. It burned like acid. I drove him in as deep as I could and quickly brought myself to a shuddering, howling orgasm of my own. When I opened my eyes I saw scott's panting, smiling, cummy face. "Thank you pupper." he wheezed out. The first shot had hit the headboard, the rest covered scott from head to navel. Gingerly I pulled myself off scott's weapon, squeezing my hole to not lose any infection. I didn't clean out before going to the bar, so his dick was covered with my shit, a streak of blood, and a bit more clear jizz oozing from around the ring. Being a respectful puppy, I got to work cleaning. Starting at his taint I licked up the messes I made. Close inspection confirmed the lack of balls; he must have asked nicely for Daddy to take them away. I made sure to be extra gentle removing the bitter shit and sharp blood from his sensitive dick. I tried to deep throat, but the ring just kept hitting me in the wrong spot. So I just used the tip of my tongue. I was able to use broad licks as I schlurped up my jizz. I paused briefly to lick and press on the dildo bulge, scott just moaned. When I went to clean his face, scott pulled me into a deep kiss. We passed the spunk and mud back and forth, mixing with our spit. I explored his gums with my tongue, and then pressed further, trying to taste his uvula. We let our breathing sync up, the same air back and forth. I let my hands explore his bony body. Head, arms, pits, ribs, back. Squeezed him into me, wanting to merge with him. Down to his sharp hips and flat ass. The puffy lips of an experienced hole. Grabbed the end of the dildo and slowly worked it out. He moaned and writhed under me, his nerve endings electrified. The smell of deep bowel shit filling the air. I must have bumped his bladder getting the last of the toy out, because I felt a spurt of piss on my back. Not wanting it to go to waste I repositioned my hips and sunk back down on his still hard dick. His questioning look was met with my nod and I could feel his boiling piss fill me, the heat felt good, felt right. The urgency of the first fucking had abated. This was slow sensual love making, rocking my hips back and forth just enough, trying not to leak. My nose went to scott's pits. He stank differently from Daddy, sharper and yeasty, I licked greedily. My hands went to his nipples, wanting to give him even more pleasure. But instead he guided my hands upwards to his neck. I started humping faster, and squeezing harder. "More, more. Kill me, kill me." he panted and I joined him in the mantra "kill me, kill me, kill me..." A smack to the back of the head returned me to reality and released my hands. The rush of blood causing scott to squirt again. "Naughty puppy! Bad boy! Not letting Daddy have any of the fun." --- I'll leave it here for now. Stay tuned for part 4.

An older gentleman on BBRT invited me to come to a sex thing he was hosting. He told me two young bottoms would be taking loads. It wasn't too far from work. He texted me the motel and room number and I headed over. Problem was, the room number he gave me did not exist at that motel. I texted him asking WTF but didn't get a response. While I waited, a guy on Grindr who was just ten minutes away hit me up. When I unlocked my pics he said, "OMG, I have to have you." He texted me his address and I headed over. I soon had his legs up and was pounding his otter hole. I shot a three day load in him and then held him and chewed his nipples while he jacked off. In response to another thread, it occurred to me that I really didn't care if he had an erection while I was fucking him.

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Fuck- July 7th can't cum fast enough. Plan to take as much cum and piss as possible. Hairy is right. The Barracks is great- I took 4 loads last time I was there and it was not an event weekend. BBRT- fucknfeedme

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

Choking on a Corn Dog: Isaiah spit a wad of chunky phlegm on his dick and didn’t bother asking or waiting to see if I was ready before lining his pole up like he was surveying the Rocky Mountains and slamming it into my dry ass. I told myself over and over it was a one-time thing. That I shouldn’t go back there - that I couldn’t go back - that I needed to stay away from the carnival and the two brothers who had fucked me raw, bred me with their charged nutt, and gave me dick-munchies from the good weed we smoked. I was lying on the bed in my motel room, stroking my dick. My eyes were closed as I replayed our fuck fest over and over in my mind like one of those cheap dirty movie channels on the motel TV. I decided the self-inflicted frustration was not worth it, so I might as well head next door to the truck stop diner for some breakfast/lunch. Well, that just made shit worse. There were all these truckers and other guys that just made my ass quiver with the need for dick. I even hung out a minute in the bathroom after I was done just on the chance someone would walk in and whip out his dick - which of course always happens right? NOT! Back in my room I smoothed out the rumpled paper once more that Isaiah had given me. It was the 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?” I held the paper up to my nose and SNIFFED. It smelled like him - them. Damn it! The sun was starting its western descent as I put the car into drive and headed towards the carnival. I had the weekend off so why not enjoy it right? And not like there was really any chance of them wanting to fuck again right? Maybe I was just setting myself up for disappointment right? I was about the 5th person in line at the gates when the carnival opened. While part of me said I shouldn’t appear too eager, my ass told me to make a run for it. So I did. I headed straight for the Fun House, all the while scanning left to right as I passed booths and rides, just in case I saw Zeke or Isaiah. Of course, Zeke was not working on the generator, which appeared to be running smoothly from the solid rumble it made. I even stepped around the back and tried the door to the room where he first fucked me - locked. What the hell, I decided to go their trailer and told myself if they were not there, then I would just go back to my motel. Their beat up truck and camper trailer looked even more rundown and dingy in the light than it did at night. All seemed quiet, the curtains were drawn, and not even a whiff of weed smoke was seeping out. I paused, took a deep breath, and KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. I waited, placed my ear against the door, and waited then KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK a little louder this time. The trailer shook, I thought I heard voices, then someone yelled, “MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST - HANG ONTO YOUR HORSES - I’M COMING, I’M COMING.” A minute later Zeke threw open the door, a freshly lit, unfiltered cigarette dangling between his lips as he squinted at the daylight, then me. I could only stare at his semi-hard dick as clearly he had just woken up and now I knew he slept totally naked. He pinched the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, exhaled, “Well don’t just fucking stand there. Come on in. You’re letting the bugs in and shit.” Zeke sat down in the little booth table with his left arm resting on the counter, “I knew you would be back boy for more of our AIDS cotton-cum-candy.” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. He said that without judgment - just a fact - and somehow I felt reassured knowing that he wanted me again, and that he was right about what I needed even though I had not yet admitted it fully to myself. I looked to the back of the camper trailer where the bed was and noticed there was a dark curtain pulled across the doorway, yet there was enough of a gap that I could see a large, hairy leg - Isaiah. I then looked at Zeke and maintained steady eye contact as I pulled off my t-shirt, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, kicked my sneakers off, and stepped up between his spread legs. Zeke blew his smoke towards my face and while the embers and ash of his cigarette flared, he reached out with his left hand and started rubbing my right nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned and reached down to stroke my stiff dick. SLAP - “DID I FUCKING GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH YOURSELF!” Zeke said. Anger flashed hot across my face, which quickly ended as SLAP - Zeke left a deep red handprint on my cheek, “You need to learn right boy. Now keep your hands to your side and don’t fucking move.” I did as the carnie daddy ordered. Zeke set the cigarette between his teeth and then reached up with both hands and pinched and twisted my nipples hard. I winced, gritted my teeth, and forced myself not to flinch or move. His left upper lip raised slightly in a snarl as he twisted harder, his eyes daring me to cry out or move. A few minutes of tit torture was all Zeke needed to get his dick pump primed. Zeke stood up, put his cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray, then leaned into me as he slid his hand under my balls and drove a couple fingernails into my ass, “You need that hole fucked?” My pig instincts took over as I tried squatting/pushing down on the sharp nailed fingers that were digging in my ass. When I opened my eyes, Zeke was staring at me with a knowing smile, “I need you daddy,” I said. There was no verbal response, just another clawed finger added to the excavation going on against my ass ring. The harder and deeper Zeke tried scratching at my hole, the more I tried to push down onto his hand needing to be fucked. Zeke pressed his body against mine, pushing me back against the pantry cabinet as he continued his rear assault, “YOU KNOW WHAT I’M DOING? NO? I’M STRIPPING THAT ASS HOLE LIKE A COUPLE OF WIRES - PULLING THAT COATING OFF, SCRAPING IT RAW SO YOU CAN GET THAT FULL VOLTAGE CHARGE. THE BLOODIER THE HOLE, THE MORE MY AIDS CANDY WILL STICK TO THEM WALLS, DIG IN. YOU WANT ME TO STOP BOY? OR DO YOU WANT DADDY’S CANDY?” I wasn’t given the time to consider a response as Zeke pulled his red tipped fingers out of my pulsing ring, spun me around, and stuffed my mouth with those same fingers so I could taste the last of my own NEG self. “GIVING YOU A GOOD CHARGE BOY. HIGH VOLTAGE DADDY DICK AND CUM GOING TO POZ THAT HOLE GOOD. FUCK - COULD NOT GET THAT SWEET ASS OUT OF MY MIND AND MY BALLS BEEN SPINNING THAT AIDS NUTT DOUBLE TIME. LET’S PLAY A LITTLE RING TOSS NOW - SLIDE THAT RING OVER THIS DADDY STICK - SEE WHAT PRIZE YOU GET. THAT’S IT BOY - YOU WANT THE PRIZE? YOU WANT DADDY’S HOT, STICKY, AIDS PRIZE? I’M GOING TO…..AW FUCK MAN - WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE?” Zeke declared. I was confused and grunted in pain as he withdrew from my ass just as I was wetting up nice for him. I turned and joined Zeke as we both stared at Isaiah. He apparently had woken up and was standing behind the curtain to the bedroom, peeking out through the crack, and furiously beating his dick as the curtain flapped and billowed with every stroke of his hand. Zeke shoved me face first against the pantry, slammed his dick back in as I yelped, then wiggled his hips to make sure the connection was good, before turning me towards the curtain. “LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT ANOTHER DICK THAT NEEDS ATTENTION. COME ON NOW BOY, I GOT YOU - WALK AHEAD, THAT’S IT, NOW BEND FORWARD AND OFFER UP THAT GLORYHOLE MOUTH TO YOUR OTHER DADDY. SUCK THAT DIRTY STICK.” Isaiah’s long, thick dick was rank, sweaty, and crusted and I savored the sticky syrup that slid out the tip. “GOOD BOY. CHOKE ON THAT DADDY CONR DIG DICK, WHILE YOUR UNCLE - DADDY - WHATEVER THE FUCK SEEDS THIS ASS. I DUG IT UP GOOD SO I CAN PLANT MY AIDS CORN, NOW TIME TO ADD THE FERTILIZER IN THOSE GUTS, SPREAD MY SEED, WATER IT DOWN, AND WATCH THAT BUG GROW! YOU’RE GOING TO GET A FUCKING CONTACT HIGH OFF MY CUM BOY - DADDY’S NUTT IS ALWAYS YELLOW, THICK, AND SUPER STICKY AFTER A NIGHT OF SMOKING THAT GOOD COLORADO WEED - OR WAS IT THAT OREGON SHIT? NO MATTER - HERE IT COMES BOY - OOOHHH HELL YEAH - CHARGING THAT ASS UP!” With a sigh and a grunt, Zeke pulled out of my filled ass, slapped it twice, and said, “Fuck boy. Now I need me a coffee, a joint, and a pick me up. You go on back there and take care of your other daddy now.” The curtain was yanked back, Isaiah took his left hand and pulled his long hair back off his face and smiled as he stepped sideways to let me get to the bed. “How do you want me?” I asked. Isaiah’s big bear paw of a hand swiped at me, sprawled me onto the bed, before he dragged me back, pulled my hips up, and pushed my shoulder blades down. My cummy ass quickly started talking back to daddy as he started digging it out with two thick fingers - which felt bigger than three of four of his brother’s. I moaned, pushed my ass back, silently begging for that monster dick. Isaiah frustrated me once again though as he pulled his fingers out and buried his face in my boy snatch. His long tongue and beard set my crack on fire as he slurped out my booty boy juices, but suddenly he paused - KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Jesus hell. Isaiah stood up and pulled the curtain all the way back. I turned my body to look towards the front of the camper trailer as Zeke stood up from the table - still buck ass naked - and opened the door. A man - no woman - no fuck I didn’t know stepped into the trailer. The newest arrival was all hyper and spewed out, “Fuck man knew you was up. I could smell that good skunk weed from the other side of the camp. I’m hurting man and need a little pick me….” The person stopped speaking as he looked from Zeke, to Isaiah and his ramrod dick, to my naked ass on the bed. Zeke laughed, patted his new guest on the shoulder, “I got you Walter. You know we always keep some extra stash just for you. So what you looking for today? Some coke, or that Croc shit you been shooting up?” The person he called Walt just stood there staring, and I stared right back. Zeke called him Walt, but this person looked like he had DD tits, long, curly blonde hair with a big red bow on top, and was wearing a red and white checkered poufy dress like they had just stepped out of some country and western square dance show. Isaiah poked my hips and said, “That’s Walt. The bearded lady.” OK, now I got it I guess. They still had si9de show freaks like that these days? Isaiah walked towards the front and frustrated at the interruption I did too. Walt was still standing by the door all fidgety as Zeke pulled a couple of coffee can tins out of the pantry, set them on the table, sat down, lit up a fresh joint, and started to peel plastic covers off the tins and pulled out various baggies full of weed, pills, and other shit. “This is our new boy,” Zeke said as he nodded towards me. Isaiah had sat down at the table too now and took the lit joint out of Zeke’s mouth, hit it, then set it back between his brother’s lips. I was suddenly embarrassed and aware of my nakedness and bent down to get my t-shirt. SLAP - Zeke had reached out and cuffed my head. “No one told you to get dressed. Now Walt, he’s got some good boy hole and I just wet it up nice and deep. What do you say - want to fuck it before Isaiah here stretches that shit out?” Isaiah chuckled and spanked his still hard dick. Walt looked at me, his eyes darting back and forth, “I don’t know man,” he said, “I mean yeah fuck, you know, I’m like horny like horny shit all the time, but you know man, I don’t know, I mean fuck.” Even as he seemed to object, Walt started getting undressed. He looked at me and shrugged, “Can’t get the costume fucked up you know? It’s just a job dude - I mean yeah fuck - just a job. I ain’t into all that fem shit, I mean fuck - not nothing wrong with it I mean fuck. Just, just I mean, for me it’s a job, right? Fuck.” I yelped and turned as Isaiah - with the joint between his lips - winked at me as he jammed his thick fingers back up my ass and started scraping my flesh raw. I leaned into his hand, begging for him to go deeper as Walt continued to get undressed. Isaiah handed the joint to me, I happily took several hits back to back, as we watched Walt take for fucking ever to get naked and Zeke set up a Walt’s hit. I then choked as Walt pulled the white stockings down over his legs - they were covered in large black, scaly spots. What the fuck was that? Isaiah poked my side, I bent over and he whispered, “It’s from the croc. Nasty shit.” I looked at Zeke as he stirred some foul looking liquid in a dirty coffee cup, pulled back on the end of syringe, and filled it with Walt’s drug of choice. I looked back at Walt and noticed even his dick - which was as long as Isaiah’s and maybe even thicker - also had the black, scaly spots on it. I cringed a little, hit the joint, and then watched as Walt stepped forward, naked except for the red bow in his blond hair. Walt picked up a syringe full of the brown liquid Zeke had extruded from the mug, then casually jammed it into a pulsing vein on his lower left abdomen that was so close to the skin he looked like a slice of exotic cheese. The syringe emptied, Walt closed his eyes and turned his head, set the needle down, then shook his whole body like a Labrador that had just taken a swim. “Fuck yeah - mean fuck - yeah - I mean..” He said. Zeke looked at me, “Get on your knees boy. Slobber on that charred corn dog - taste that drugged up dick.” I knelt on the camper trailer floor, and hesitantly reached out to touch that diseased dick. It felt like slabs of granite glued to his dick and the last thing I wanted to do was put my mouth on it. “Here,” Zeke said as he handed me a bottle of Jungle Juice poppers, “Hit these if you need to.” I shook my head. No, I wanted to taste it, lick it, suck it without that first. I gagged, wretched, and my eyes watered at his rotten, crunchy dick, but I took it in my mouth and tried to soften the scales up with my spit to no avail as Walt quickly got hard. “Fuck - I mean I got to cum now - come on - you want it in your ass - fuck I mean,” he said. I stood up, bent forward with my forearms resting on the table and Isaiah smiling and jacking his dick while Zeke set a joint between my lips, then the bottle of poppers. “GET FUCKED UP AND TAKE THAT CROCODILE DICK FOR YOUR DADDIES,” Zeke ordered. I winced as Walt’s scaly dick shredded the outer layer of skin and started banging my ass. Isaiah was entranced and as he jerked harder I just kept thinking I didn’t want him to waste the cum. Zeke kept me drugged between the joint and poppers and as the double shot kicked in I wanted to feel Walt really scrape my ass raw. I arched my back, lowered my shoulders, and set my right foot up on the table seat by Zeke. “Shit!” Isaiah said. I smiled at daddy, turned, and smiled at daddy #2 as Zeke lit a new joint, hit it, then set it between my lips. He exhaled, “Fuck, you’re a slut hole boy - mother-fucking-Christ! Go on Walt, cum in that boy ass, I want to see his face as you put that toxic load up his shitter. Make it bleed good with that reptilian dick. He’s a good boy, he can take it.” Walt banged the fuck out of my ass as my two daddies watched, proud of their boy. Walt started clawing deep lines down my back, “FUCK - I MEAN YEAH FUCK - I’M READY TO SPILL - I’M READY TO SPILL - NICE FUCKING WETT ASS - OH I WANT THAT SHIT - OH I NEED THAT HOLE - OH I WANT THAT SHIT - I MEAN - FUCK YEAH - I MEAN…..AAAAAHHHHH - AAAAAHHHH OH HELL THAT BURNS!!” Walt’s cum might have burned his dick coming out, but totally scalded my insides as he worked it in. That croc chem nutt was some fierce shit and burned like acid! A few minutes later Walt was dressed and gone, happily on his way and in time to make the 4:00 p.m. show. Zeke was cleaning up and sorting his various bags of pills, weed, and other shit and said, “I’m the man the folks here come to see to get what they need. No matter what their fix is, I got it or can get it in 24-hours tops and make a fucking shit load of money for a tiny bit of trouble.” I looked around the run down camper trailer and frowned thinking this sure doesn’t look like they had a shit load of cash. Zeke must have known what I was thinking as he said, “It’s all about laying low, not attracting attention. Who would think that two brothers living in this dump are major drug smugglers and dealers? All our cash goes back into the store stock and our ranch outside of Santa Fe. You been to Santa Fe before boy? What do you think brother, could we use a boy on the ranch? A boy to keep us warm on those cool nights, a boy to bend over and take the ranch hand’s dicks? I boy to tie up to that big post beam in the middle of our hacienda and whip and fuck the shit out of?” Isaiah paused - the Spam/butter/white bread sandwich he had made halfway to his mouth. He then nodded, looked at me, smiled, and said, “OH YEAH!” Zeke continued, “I also sell to all the fucking country folks who don’t got their own connect. Jesus - even fucking poppers - I get rid of Jungle Juice by the fucking case! Triple the price - no questions asked.” I looked around wondering where he stored all that stuff and again, the fucking daddy read my mind. “There are many advantages to being in charge of maintenance. We got our stash hidden and stashed in just about every moving vehicle and ride and piece of equipment here. Within two-steps I can set a fucker up - cash on the barrelhead. And with our shit spread out, if something happens to one part of it, well we still got plenty left.” Fucking made sense. I couldn’t wait any longer and got down on my knees pushed Zeke’s legs back under the table, and started slobbing on Isaiah’s dick. Zeke then pushed his way out of the booth, knelt on the floor behind me, slapped my ass and said, “COME ON BOY - SQUEEZE THAT HOLE AND PUSH THAT NUTT OUT. LET ME TASTE THAT CROC’S LOAD.” Once he had slurped me clean, Zeke grabbed my t-shirt, wiped my crack and fingered my hole and then said, “He’s ready brother, go slam that big corn dog up his silo.” I was led to the bed and thrown on my back. I grabbed my ankles pulling my legs up and apart so Isaiah could see my ass. I needed him to take me again, fuck me deep, and his drizzling AIDs dick seemed more than willing. I knew what I wanted - what I needed - and as he held the Jungle Juice down to my nose for a final sniff, I smiled, knowing my ass would get hurt and POZZED again by this daddy’s horsey dick. Isaiah spit a wad of chunky phlegm on his dick and didn’t bother asking or waiting to see if I was ready before lining his pole up like he was surveying the Rocky Mountains and slamming it into my dry ass. (*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!)

Here is my ass with denim shorts that sometimes I use during the summer, and my ass after using the medium and large anal anchor plug, I almost got the large one inside, need to practice a little more. Feel so stretched,

Young John shoots some liquid in my butt. It's cold and, very quickly, I definitely feel different that I did with the mule kick in the head of the T. I'm spinning but what's left of me wants John in me. He's busy slamming Young John in his dick. He's holding onto the kids shaft and pumps the whole vial in him. The kids was leaning next to the bed, suddenly he flops back disappearing under the sling hanging over the bed. I hear him under me moaning fuck, fuck, fuck. "You're okay, kiddo," soothes John. As I hear the kid flopping about underneath me I watch as well as I can Old John shooting up. He's found a vein on his forearm and unloads, starting to breath very rapidly when he pulls the needle out of his arm. He's lifted his arm in the air and pulling on his skin to make the drug flow faster into the rest of his body. And what a body! The veins I hadn't notice much before seem to pop all over his torso, his neck, his biceps, his chest, even his face. He's transformed from a handsome older stud to something most menacing and seductive. I can't imagine how much he's given himself but soon he is hyperventilating, steadying himself on one of the sling's chains. "Fuck, yeah, frat boy, ready to get knocked up with daddy seed." I'm feeling his chest as he straddles between my legs, his huge hose pushing hard into my balls. "Fuck yeah, Sir. I'm ready." "How ready, boy?" "I need you in me so bad. Please load my hole." "Load it with what, boy?" "With your toxic spooge." His dick is dripping in anticipation and he buries it in me without ceremony. Just slips it in up to its hilt. He's on fire and tearing into my chute with his girth and length. There's nothing sensitive or kind in his thrusts. His pupils are dilated and he looks at me with demonic desire. It's incredible and painful and pleasurable all at once. I don't know where Johnny is but I hear Old John tell him, "that's right, boy, lick daddy's balls. Suck 'em up, fucker. Give daddy's hole a little bath while you're there. That's it. Deeper, fucker. Let me feel your tongue..." John makes guttural noises deep in his throat. He's possessed and it makes me bounce on his cock as much as I can in the sling. John reaches between my legs and start beating me off. I'm sweating like a pig and so is he. He's rocking inside me and ever so often cracks my ass hard, and I thank him every time. He pinches my nipples painfully, and it makes my dick drip in his hand. "You ready for daddy's first load, son?" I'm staring into his eyes, which have darkened and reddened. His pupils have fully taken over. His expression is pure lust. Snot drips from his nostrils. He licks his lips, takes some into mouth and spit a gob at me, which hits my lips. I stare in his eyes licking it up. That cues him to begin a rapid fire assault on my ass. I feel him swelling larger then ever. Beneath the sling I hear, "Breed him, daddy. Fuck him up!" He explodes with three enormous thrusts, holds my thighs each time letting me feel the full enormity of his erection. I swear I feel his cock head double in size, lubing my chute deep on each plunge. I cum, too, right in his hand, on his final thrust. I shoot over my head. A second squirts in my face. And with a tight closed fist, he gets a third drool from my cock head, dripping off his fingers. He's polishing my head, not letting my orgasm go. I writhe in pleasure-pain in his callused palm. At the point I can't take any more sensation he says, "Good boy," lifting his fingers up to my mouth. I greedily lick my cum off them and suck on his fingers till they're clean. I still don't see Johnny but seeing John's face I figure his dick being sucked. "That's right, son, clean daddy up." John ducks under the sling and I hear them tenderly making love. "Get College out of the sling, boy, so he can join us." Johnny pops up and unbinds my legs then wrists. He doesn't show any resentment. If he's feeling like I am I only want to get down and roll around with both of them. I slowly get my balance back while Johnny takes the sling off the eye hooks and joins me and Old John on the bed. There bodies are such a contrast. The kid is almost completely smooth, hairless arms, smooth legs, only a tuft of brown pubes that are as soft as mink, whereas the older man is rock solid, coarse hair up to his shoulders with some falling over his back spreading out over his lats. I'm crawling down to where I can suck on John's cock and he plays with mine. Johnny I can feel is playing with my hole, and before I realize it has buried it inside me, humping gently as the three of us tenderly use six hands, three mouths, an assortment of dicks and holes that become indistinguishable in a mash up of sensations that has never been as pleasurable. Far off I hear Gary outside calling to Dwayne to string up the deer, then a chainsaw buzzes a million miles away. It's the camp as background noise. It's comforting and enveloping me in darkness. Johnny finishes fucking me. Nothing earth-shattering, but calm like he's finishing a cup of tea. He shutters a bit, pulls out and I feel empty. His tongue is lapping at my butt and as I turn around he's at my mouth feeding me what he's felched out. We kiss for a long time, the cum going back and forth between us, John petting our heads. We break our kiss and start worshiping the older man's body. Both of us are at his nipple kneading and sucking them, our hands exploring his rich pelt of body hair, rewarded at every turn by a kiss, a slap on the ass, a tweak of our tits, and of course his cock getting harder and harder. We're at his feet, licking the dirt from between his toes, taking several toes at a time in our mouths. I watch Johnny take a slab of grease and slather Old John's foot, then climb on his old man's leg and slide his ass down on the wiggling toes. I want to know the feeling of this, too, so I slather John's other foot and climb over his hairy legs and feel his sharp toenails dig into my hole. It's incredible this rush of feeling once his toes are inside. So different than Johnny's fist. Wide, solid, rough. Completely different in form from a hand. Right after the toes Old John's callused foot falls deep inside me. I'm completely taken in lust and simply hump his foot like a whore. Johnny lost too. He's fallen on his back and his old man's foot is sliding inside the kid's hole. There's no way my ass can take that turn but the sight of it doubles my horniness. I rut like an insatiable bitch on the man's hairy foot. Both Johnny and I are animals gorging on pure pleasure. Old John is enjoying our abandonment, jacking himself off, encouraging us, wiggling his toes inside of us to coax us on. Johnny leans over and holds my head. His tongue slips in my mouth and I reciprocate the passion. Whatever feeling was express earlier have washed away and now we are both gleefully pleasing ourselves, making out, jacking each other off, humping away on an enormous size thirteen foot. There some movement behind Johnny's head. I look past him at the open gingham-curtained window. A breeze is flapping it, and I see a stranger staring in. I stop humping Old John's foot. Johnny turns and follows my gaze, and then also stops. John looks at the window, kicks us off his feet and murmurs, mother fucker. He jumps off the bed. There's a commotion outside as we hear Dwayne and Gary tackle the man at the window. There's a boom as bodies are hitting the trailer. John is out of the room, naked, then the screen door slams as he flies outside. Johnny and I scramble around for underwear and then follow him. The man they've caught is exceptionally tall. I guess he would have to be if he were peering in the trailer window. Dwayne has his arms pinned and Gary is pummeling the guy mercilessly. "Hang on, Gare," says John. He grabs the guys hair and pulls up his face. "Where you from stranger? What're you doin' here?" The guys spits a bloody wad on the ground, smiles a sneer back at John. John takes his face in his hand, says, "I don't ask twice. You from round here?" The man gives John a hard stare and spits at John. "You fuckin' piece of shit. String up this mother fucker." John throws a hard gut punch and knocks the wind out of the guy. Where Dwayne had strung up the buck killed on their hunting trip, guts freshly spilled lie over the ground. Gary cuts the deer carcass loose and throws it over to the side. He and Dwayne pull the guy backwards. He's still reeling from the stomach punch and they easily loop his wrists and splay his arms apart anchored to two trees. "Tie his legs, too," orders John. The tall man kicks Dwayne in the head. Bad mistake. Dwayne takes the guy in a head lock and administers blow after blow to his head until the guy would have fallen to the ground, but stays upright tied by his arms. "I think I seen him at the river once," says Johnny. "I don't think he's from around here. He was talking to a couple of guys from the Grunewald camp." Gary and Dwayne have secured the guy's legs, while Johnny checks his pockets. "Ain't no wallet, but look." The kid holds out a plastic baggie filled with a hefty amount of large chunks of crystal. It sparkles like shards of glass. "That ain't mine," he says. "Jus' hopped in yer pocket, did it?" says Gary. "Skin him," says John. Gary and Dwayne bring out their hunting blades and slice the guy's checkered shirt off him, and then his jeans one leg at a time, till he's standing their stung up in just his underwear and boots. He's a skinny guy, thin arms and legs, flat nose and a receding hairline. "Who you work for?" John is up in his face. He's real quiet, almost whispering. "You best start talking while you still can talk." "Fuck you, faggot. I saw what you was doing to those hopped up boys. That little one don't look even legal." "I am too! Ain't I daddy," Johnny yells. John smiles the most chilling smile I've ever seen. "Johnny, get the garden clippers." The kid sprints over to a bench that has some scrawny pot plants on them, and grabs some garden clippers. "Can I?" Johnny begs. John nods. Johnny cuts one side of the man's underwear off, and then the other. The white underwear falls in the puddle of deer blood. I watch the blood seep into the white fabric. The man stands there naked, shriveled up, trying not to quake in his boots. Johnny puts the clippers in the guys face. Snip, snip, he says gesturing to the guy's puny dick. "Wait, hold on. I can pay, pay lots." Whatever bravado he was trying to maintain is long gone. I think he's willing to take a beating, at least I think he's hoping that's what he'll get from these guys. "I heard you had good shit. I can make you tons of coin. I have connections in New York. I've got cash back in the car. Just let me get it. You can go with me, take it all." There's a long pause. It's a frightening scene and I don't know where it's headed. Gary and Dwayne are fully dressed in camouflaged hunting gear holding their hunting knives, Old John is stark naked from head to foot, Johnny and I are barefoot in our underwear. There is a small trickle of pee running down the guy's leg into his sock and boot. His white sock turns yellow. I look over at John's feet. The grease has caked them with dirt. I don't know why but in the silence I'm locked onto his feet. I can't look at the guy's face. I can hear him crying and scared, and I think he thinks they're going to kill him. The silence is too intense. I look up. "Please," I see the guy mouths. A bubble of spit bursts over his bleeding lip. A little bloody drool hangs from his teeth. It jiggles as he shakes. The spittle catches on his chin. "Who told you we have good shit," says John, breaking the silence. "Shit you walked in n' stole." He doesn't sound like he's looking for answers but is laying out the crime. "And watched me foot fuck these two knuckleheads, probably tugging at your pud as you watched." He almost sounds friendly, joking, forgiving, like he'll let him go this one time. I don't know where in my fucked up brain it comes from, but I suddenly feel personally aggrieved by this stranger, and don't want him off the hook. I hear myself saying, "And he used a homophobic slur at you, daddy." "Fuckin' A, son," says John giving me a quick look married to a conspiratorial smile. He gives a very slight nod to Johnny. Johnny pulls the guy's dick out an inch and slices it off with the clippers. Fuck, I say under my breath. The tall man screams a bloody high-pitched cry. Elongated. Shrill. Inhales, and lets out an even louder bale as he looks down and see blood and piss running down his legs mixing into the deer entrails. He face is a mask of pain. I can't watch it. "He'll bleed out," I manage to say looking anywhere but at him. "The fuck cares," Gary spits. He goes over to a pile of logs and picks up the chainsaw. Pulls the cord and revs it up a couple of times. He walks behind the guy. The guy whips around to see what Gary's doing and screams out, NO! but Gary is already literally ripping the guy a new asshole. He revs the chainsaw and brings it up between the guy's legs. Flesh and a red spray flies from the guy and coats John with a thin red mist. The guy looks completely surprised and is suspended only for a few seconds in horror as, like the deer before him, his intestines, liver, pancreas, stomach and a sea of blood wash out between his legs. I shut my eyes but the image is still there. And I can't shut out the sound of all of his viscera falling to the ground. It sounds like pounds of jello slapping into the dirt. I take a quick peak at the carnage puddled around him. Deer entrails, his entrails mix together. I think the guy's dead but for a horrifying second he's fully conscious, staring at the ground beneath him, trying to understand what just happened. Part of his colon, a pale pink shred of tissue, is dangling out of his cavity. I see a shudder go through him, then his head falls with all his weight hanging by his arms. His knees buckle beneath him. Old John has a massive boner. It's bobbing up and down with a long string of pre-cum hanging off the tip. It drips and is absorbed into the dry earth. He looks at me and Johnny. "You two clowns get back inside. And get that fucking underwear off before I rip you both two new assholes!" He doesn't have to tell us twice. Dust flies from under our feet as we jet back inside the trailer. As we race down the hallway, Johnny's still holding the guy's dickhead between his fingers.

Game Quest: Part 11 First Seed, Poz Seed I positioned myself behind my boy at his sweaty and juicy virgin hole that was staring back at me just waiting to be taken. This was my first neg hole since testing poz, and I was going to savor every minute. I licked my finger and slid just the tip into his tight pucker, then up to the first knuckle then second. He definitely wasn’t sure how to react because I could feel his hole tighten around my finger as if to say no. “Nice,” I said. “Good reflex boy. You remember to keep clenching like that when my cock is in you.” My cock was solid, hard and straight up in anticipation of planting my seed in a virgin. To cum where no man had cum before, and where many men would cum after. I was going to forge the trail to his sluthood. There was no way I was going to last long when I got inside him so I decided to go straight in balls deep and dry so he’d really feel it and remember his first time as well as to bring home the point that he was here to be a fuck boy and nothing more. A sub, who’s only purpose was to satisfy the depravity of men. I lined up my cock head against his hole and teased for a little bit. I was so ready to blow Counting to 3 in my head, I thrust forward with all my might and punctured his resisting hole. And did it ever resist, I could feel his ring slide tightly down my cock as I forced in until his hole was choking my shaft just above my balls. He screamed and gasped, and I could feel his body start to quiver, but I was in, and I wasn’t pulling out until he taken every last drop of my poz seed. “Mmm, look at that boy, you seem to have a cock buried in your butt.” I teased I don’t think he was fully aware of my comment having to deal with the pleasure-pain of his violated boy hole, but his yelping ‘oh my god, oh my god, take it out, it hurts’ was the best response I could have ever received. This was in complete heaven. His screams and yelps soon turned into sobbing as I started to thrust back and forth, gentle at first, but I needed to pump harder in order to cum. So, I gradually ramped up my thrusting slamming into the boy’s cunt harder and faster feeling an orgasmic wave flowing over me that I’ve never felt before. I tried to slow down to make the moment last longer, but it was too late, my cock was out of my control and the boy was going to get flooded with my toxic cum any second. He was helpless, his sobbing did nothing but make me want to fuck him more. I guess technically it was rape, but the thought even that made me laugh, and made my cock even stiffer. That last thought pushed me right over the edge. I felt the orgasmic wave ripple through my body, my cock stiffened and started unleashing its high-octane payload deep into the boy’s gut. I grunted and shouted, as I pushed as deep as I could into his hole until my body relaxed and the last drop of cum had been deposited. I was spent and drenched in sweat so I leaned forward onto the boy and stayed buried in him until my cock softened. I pulled my soft cock slowly out of him. His angry hole stayed sealed tightly around my cock as I slipped out as if it wanted to keep my spunk and not waste a drop. “Ohhh,” I said into the air. “That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.” I looked at his hole, it was winking, moist and juicy. “You’re welcome boy!” I said slapping his ass. No response other than some quiet sobbing and the smallest wet cum fart from his raped boy hole. “I guess we’ll be writing your name on my biohazard wall in a couple of weeks when I test you” I said rubbing and spreading his ass cheeks. But my reveling in the moment was soon cut short, by someone ringing the front doorbell over and over as if the house was on fire.

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

I have come close to having this happen to me but of course no such luck all talk no action with some guys one of these days HOPEFULLY

It's so hot to becum a tina pig and a poz hungry fag.Great Story.

Gangbangs aren't for everyone. You need to really be settled in your mind, as a bottom, that there will be no emotional connection with the tops, that youre a about to be used simply as a warm, wet hole for tops to pleasure themselves on you. Some are sensual, most range from forceful to brutal to down right sadistic. I've seen a bottom fold and emotionally crumble because he wanted to stop after the first top forced himself inside the bottom and slam it balls deep to the point where the bottom couldnt handle it. Four other tops pretty much ass raped the bottom into submission. Last I heard, that bottom went a lil nuts, found Jesus and went to conversion camp to become straight. For bottoms that are prepared, know their body, and have been fucked hard before and enjoy it, GBs are the ultimate form for slut bottoms. Its all about pleasuring as many dicks as possible, extending beyound yourself and turning your ass into a vessle of ecstacy where tops will deposit their essence in you. Its about being the object of desire, perhaps even having a cock buried in your hole while another is using your mouth to keep him hard until its his turn to bust your hole apart and deposit his seed. Im more partial to orgies and sex parties, like Cum Union or CCBC in Palm Springs, than a gangbang. I love the sights, sounds, and smells of other men fucking while my boipussy is busy coaxing the cum out of a hot top. I can take a break when I need to without pissing off the tops wanting to fuck their nut juice into a slut. Plus the nice thing about orgies is that everyone feeds off of everyone elses sexual energy. The more men are fucking, the better chance of pulling in the wall flowers. With GBs, you have a bunch of bored tops waiting their turn. Better to have a threesome with two tops or a train where tops are like sitting in the living room watching the game or drinking while they take turns on you in a bedroom.

Tulane University. Man was I ever happy to be here. I was scared and kinda lonely when I first arrived. I met my roommate. Ugh! What a tool he was. A cross between a ROTC guy and a computer nerd with thinning blonde hair (at 18!) and a square face. His name was Erik and he was nice enough. We didn't have much in common from moment one though. I immediately sought out other guys on the floor to introduce myself to. There were some fucking gorgeous guys on my floor. During the first week there were various orientation events happening on campus. We started classes and I got my handle on the campus itself and started to feel comfortable. During one of the orientation seminars, we were in the auditorium for the diversity seminar. During this seminar, a dude came out on stage. He seemed really nervous. He was a senior and I watched him in awe as he told the whole freshman class that he was gay. I later found out that he came out to everyone that night - all his friends, no one knew beforehand except the event coordinator. Afterwards, the guys and I were walking back to the dorm and talking about the diversity seminar. I was quickly becoming friends with three guys: Ben, my neighbor; Paul, who lived down the hall and was loud and quiet all at the same time; and Jason, who was fucking gorgeous, built and I already knew had an impressive cock (thank you showers). Paul was really quiet about the seminar. Ben and I were saying how strange and brave and kinda shocking the "coming out" was. We all expected the racial and gender diversity stuff, but we hadn't expected the gay stuff. Jason just said, "Whatever. The guy looks like a dork. I bet he couldn't get any pussy if he tried." We all laughed. Then we heard there was a liquor store close to campus where we could purchase alcohol - Louisiana is pretty lax with its purchase and consume laws. I could buy at 18, but Ben could not because he was 17. I was surprised, but I took my SoCo and left the store I drank so much SoCo that night sitting outside the dorm and hanging with the boys that when I found myself being led upstairs by Jason later, I was not surprised. Except Jason took me to his room and not my room. Jason told me to take off my clothes and I did. He then dropped his shorts and said, "Give me a blowjob." My drunk ass totally gobbled his cock right there in his room. He moaned softly, leaned back on his bed and said, "I knew you wanted my cock." I sucked his cock for awhile, but I started to choke because it was so big. He told me to stop and said he didn't want me throwing up his cock juice. He told me to lie on the floor and I did. He spread my legs and grabbed some lotion. He lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass. It hurt, but I was drunk and relaxed quickly. He started to hammer my ass with quick strokes. He said, "You have a tight ass slut." He banged away at my ass and came hard inside me. Then he said, "You gotta go now." I left and went to my room. The next morning I work up with a wicked hangover and I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I stayed in bed all day. Paul and Ben came and got me for food and then that night, Jason, Paul, Ben and I all went to another orientation seminar. This one was about sex. Basically the lecture theme was - we know college is a time to experiment, but please play safe. There was a play where people would walk on stage and kiss each other - girls and guys in twosomes, threesomes, same sex, opposite sex - until there were like 40 people on stage. Then one of the last people stepped forward and said, "I was a virgin until tonight. I didn't use a condom with the guy because I assumed he was relatively safe too. I cared for him. What I didn't know was that his sexual history exposed me to diseases from all of these other people on stage." I was stunned. I looked at Jason. Jason and I hung out again that night. I told him how surprised I was at the play we had seen that evening. I said we should have played safe and used a condom. He agreed and was kinda sheepish about what we had done. He never asked for my sexual history, nor I his. We went and got more liquor that night. We drank some, but not as much as the previous evening. He fucked me again that night and most nights until he got a girlfriend about mid-September. We used condoms most times, but not always. We tried to play safe though. Ben and I were taking a Psych 100 class together. It was massive and in the largest lecture hall on campus. Because it was such a large class, the university used it for other lectures and some experiments. I filled out a sexual history once in the class as did 300 other people; experiments like that. One day, we got a lecture on safe sex and promiscuity on campus. The nurse said Tulane had a very high STD rate and it was because people got drunk and didn't use condoms. The person from the health center told us that there were already 4 HIV positive cases on campus in the past year and more syphilis, crabs, gonnorhea, etc. She was trying to shock us. I was kinda shocked. I was scared too. I didn't want HIV or anything else. I was getting fucked by only one guy, but I had no idea how many other people he was having sex with. The next class there was a guy invited to lecture. He seemed like a regular guy, 32 years old, fit, brown hair, attractive, nice body. The professor asked him to talk about gay life in New Orleans. He talked about it and then he focused on the promiscuity. When we talked about sex I felt like he was looking right at me. His eyes bored through me as he talked about sex with men. Then he shocked and scared me more than anything I had heard since I heard Eli beg for Jason's cum. He said, "I have HIV. I fuck guys regularly. I think it is the other guy's responsibility to ask me if I have HIV and to ask me to use a condom. If the guy doesn't ask, I don't tell. If the guy doesn't ask me to use a condom, then I fuck him bareback. It is the other guy's responsibility to ask, not mine to tell or disclose." I must have been staring at him open mouthed. The class was probably staring at him open-mouthed and shocked. I heard a guy say, "Dude that is just fucking wrong." The attractive lecturer said, "Sex is between consenting adults. If you don't ask and don't tell me you want or don't want something, then it's on you." He said there are exceptions, like underage sex and rape. He said in both of those situations the other partner is not consenting. A girl asked, "What if your partner is too drunk or high and doesn't think to ask you about HIV or to use a condom?" The lecturer said, "Getting drunk or high is no excuse for you not taking responsibility for your life. If a guy I meet at a bar is drunk enough to want to go home with me and then doesn't ask me about my status and then we fuck and we don't use condoms, then it is still his fault." I couldn't help it. I was fucking rock hard in my shorts listening to him. I was thinking about all the guys I'd sucked and been fucked by who hadn't used condoms. I had not asked for condoms or told these guys that they didn't need to use a condom - what the lecturer referred to as bareback sex. I knew I was at fault for my actions and I was shocked by them. Basically, this hot 32 year old gay guy was standing in front of the class telling me it was my fault if I got HIV. And my cock was hard. I was so blown away. I think I was in a trance the rest of the day. I beat myself up all day and all night for my choices. I ran and went to the gym for the next few weeks, but I never got that guy or his admonition out of my head. I had knowingly let guys I did not know fuck me without condoms and cum inside me. I was obviously distracted and that is when Jason grabbed me and told me he had been invited to a fraternity party that weekend and he wanted me to go with him. I agreed..........

It was now late July and had been exactly a week since my adventure in Wilbur Park. My Aunt and Uncle had come up for the weekend, but on two occasions while they were out of the house, Tom came over and fucked me. On neither occasion did we use condoms, and each not only did we fuck four or five times, each time he also either blew in my ass or my mouth. My ass was definitely getting quite a workout. One day he called to say he couldn't make it. I had been really looking forward to seeing him as I was horny as fuck, so I pulled on a jockstrap, my old running shorts out of which I had cut the mesh, a skimpy tank top and off I went to Riddell Park, arriving late afternoon when I pulled in. Immediately I sensed I was in for some fun as there were several single guys hanging around, all somewhat older than I, some thin and attractive and receptive to getting a blow job. Still I was somewhat nervous when I parked and got out of the pickup. I didn't really know how this all went down. I remembered what the man said last time - cruising. I chuckled. I looked at the four guys who were near the parking lot. Casually, I leaned against the pickup and stretched my calves and hamstrings and saw two of the guys were sharing a laugh, then separated, one going to his car while the other went to his family. That left only two - a bearded guy who was thick everywhere (not fat, thick) and a guy with an average build, in his 40s, with a shaved head and a runners body. I looked at them and then didn't know what the fuck to do. I got a little frustrated. I was thinking, "Guys! Seriously! I am barely wearing any clothes, no backpack, no water bottle; so I'm obviously not here to hike. And, I'm 18 and new to this cruising shit. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?!?" Instead of saying any of that out loud, I turned around and saw the path I'd gone down with the other guy. I thought maybe there is something I can see down there and maybe suck a cock. I started to walk down that path and I looked behind me and the thick guy was following. I was like, "Yes!!!" I got to the area where we had turned off. I took off my tank top and walked toward the place I had almost let that dude fuck me last time - thankfully I hadn't. It wouldn't have been safe to have him inside me without a condom. The thought of that made me really hard. As soon as I found the tree I turned around and waited for the thick guy I knew would follow me. I saw him and rubbed my hard cock through my nylon shorts. He came over, and to my surprise, Mr. Macho thick guy dropped to his knees, fished out my hard cock and swallowed it down right to his throat. I moaned loudly. No one had done that since Eli. I was loving it. He gave me head for awhile and his hands roamed all over my body. He pulled off my shorts and I stepped out of them. He grabbed my ass and was shoving my cock down his throat hard and fast. He started to rub is finger around my ass and I spread my legs. He took the hint and started to finger me. I was totally loving the way he sucked my dick. His finger started tapping inside me. I still remember how it felt...tap...tap tap.....tap tap tap tap. I groaned and moaned. I couldn't stop myself. It was incredible. I told him I was going to cum. He kept sucking. I fucking exploded in his mouth and he just got up and walked away. I collapsed against the tree. Fuck that was a good blowjob. I put my clothes back on and headed back to the pickup. When I got there, I saw the 40something guy was talking to Steve, the guy from the bus. He saw me and immediately smiled. I walked over and said hi to Steve and he introduced me to his father. I was totally embarrassed that I had thought I was going to get laid by Steve's father earlier. We were talking about how Steve and I met and our respective summers. His father thought it was great that I was taking time out of the "city" to come upstate and help out my family's cabin. I did not disabuse him of the notion that I was a good boy whose load was in the think man's belly. LOL. Steve said he was going back to Albany in a couple of days. His father offered to have me come stay with them for a couple of days. I told him that I couldn't stay the weekend because my family would be up, but it was nice of him and I would call my folks, etc. Steve walked me back to the pickup and said, "You're a total perv. I saw where you were coming from. Did that guy suck you off?" I said yes and blushed some. Steve said, "He's a great cocksucker, right?" I laughed and said, yeah he was. Steve said, "We are going to have fun in Albany." Fast forward a few days and I am in sitting on Steve's back porch with his family eating dinner and having a good time. After dinner, Steve and I watched movies in his room and talked about sex. Our sexual histories, who, what, where, how often, what we liked, etc. We both got hard and really horny. Small, wiry, geeky Steve with the 8"cock is a vers/top. I'm a bottom. I put my hand on his cock. We made out and got naked. He locked the door and jumped on the bed. Steve sucked my cock and I sucked his. He wasn't very good at giving head. But, he liked the attention I was giving his cock. He asked if I wanted get fucked. I said fuck yes and turned over. He reached under his bed and grabbed a box. There was a couple of kinds of lube, a toy, some poppers and a box of condoms. He opened up some lube and fingered me as I laid on my stomach. He reached into the condom box and he was out. He said, "Fuck, I'm out of condoms." I groaned. He apologized and said we could get some the next day. After we made out some more, his fingers barely ever leaving my ass; he asked if I had ever used a vibrator. I said no. He asked if I wanted to try and I said yes. He took out the vibrator, lubed it up some, fingered me some more and then had me turn over on to my back so he could watch my face as he fucked me with the vibrator. Needless to say, I was moaning softly into his mouth a few minutes later loving how it felt inside me and how good it felt sliding in and out of my asshole. Steve had me turn over and he kept using the vibrator on my ass. He was going faster and forcing it as deep as it would go without the base rubbing too hard on my ass lips (another new term - ass lips). He had me lie on top of him, my legs bent and ass out as he fucked me with the vibrator and my cock rubbed his abs, and we kissed. I stopped kissing him and said, "Do you want to fuck me?" He looked a bit surprised. He reminded me that we didn't have a condom. I said, "I know." He said, "I want to play safe." I said, "Ok." We made out some more and he seemed to be loosing interest in fucking me with the vibrator. He was getting soft and said he had to pee. He left the room and when he came back and saw me lying there with my ass up, pushing the vibrator in and out of my ass, he said, "Fuck it! I'm going to fuck you." I slipped the vibrator out of my ass and Steve climbed behind me, lubed up, and slid his cock inside me. Fuck that hurt. I bit his pillow and grunted. I slammed my hand on his thigh and he knew he'd hurt me. I told Steve to wait and let me adjust to his cock since it was at least two inches longer and fatter than the vibrator. He waited and my ass relaxed and I pushed my ass back and he slid the rest of the way inside me. I kept my face in the pillow because I was making so much noise due to his big cock. He didn't fuck me long. He pulled my ass up and jerked my cock while he fucked me. He kept telling me to be quiet, but there was so much cock in my ass I didn't know how to be quiet. He was invading me. Fuck! This was a great cock. He said he was getting close and then bit into my shoulder and groaned as he shot my ass full of his cum. I came about a minute later from the feeling of his cock in my ass. That was just the first day at Steve's house. Two days and one night remained, and I was fairly sure Steve's cock would make me cum a few more times before I left.

I packed fairly lightly in a duffel bag and a backpack. My aunt said there was a washer/dryer at the cabin and some stores in Cooperstown. I took the bus from Queens Village. My parents dropped me off in the morning and I would have about 6 weeks up there with almost no company and then my family would come up for a week and then take me to college in August. After saying goodbye to my family, I climbed on the bus and sat down next to an old lady eating oranges. I remember the smell of the oranges. The rest of the bus smelled like a bus, but she smelled great. To this day I smell oranges and it evokes a feeling of letting go of bad things and setting a new path. The lady and I chatted and all the way to Kingston where I switched buses. At this point, I needed to piss and eat so I used the facilities and by the time I got on the other bus it was packed. There were only a few seats left and I sat in the back near a guy about my age. Turns out that he was headed to Delhi and his name was Steve. Steve was attractive, but small and wiry. He had a kind of skater vibe to him. He was from Albany and we talked about college, etc. Delhi is a SUNY school town. He was going back because he said he couldn't be around his family the rest of the summer and was moving into his apartment early. He got off in Delhi after giving me his number. Delhi is a bit far from Cooperstown, so I doubted I'd call him but it was nice and if I desperately needed a human to chill with I could do a lot worse. The rest of my ride was quiet and there was a super hot guy sitting near me. I got so fucking horny on the bus I wanted to jerk off right there. I started rubbing myself but after I got hard someone got up to go to the bathroom and I realized I'd never get off safely on the bus. After 8 hours on the bus, I got off in Coopertown. I'd been here before. I liked the little down. My uncle was standing next to his beater pickup truck that remained year round at the cabin and we drove out to the cabin, which is about 5 miles out of town. He and my aunt helped me get settled in and at dinner said they would be up most weekends and then definitely for the week my family was coming up. But they would be gone during the week. My uncle said it would be good if I could do some chores while I was there - cut fire wood, seal the driveway, repair the porch screens, etc. He had a list and said he'd definitely be up to help with the bigger things - roof, fence, remove the tree stump from the tree that fell over during the winter. I was definitely working for my keep. The cabin is 3 bedrooms on three floors, but the bottom floor wasn't much then, it was meant to be a nice family room but it only had a fold out bed where my brother and I slept most times we visited. It had it's own couch and some bunkbeds built into the wall. The top floor was two bedrooms and a bathroom and the main floor was a bedroom, dining room, big living room and a large screened in porch that over looked the woods behind the house. It was comfortable, but everything needed some work. Work that I was going to be doing. After a trip to the store my uncle and aunt left and left me to do some chores and on my own for the week. The first thing I did was jerk off all morning. Fuck that felt good. I really needed to get off. That day I realized a few other things - I needed to chop wood if I wanted a fire for warmth, there was no real television reception except grainy network television on a small television in the master bedroom (which was not my room), and that my uncle had left some money, the key to the lock on the beer fridge and a note that said I should replace what I drank with the money he left. He also said that he'd teach me stick shift over the next few weekends so I could drive around and explore. Tuesday morning I woke up and ran into Cooperstown. It's about 5 miles on hills so it's a tough run for a Long Island kid where the land is basically flat. When I got to town there was a convenience store I'd been to a few times, it had one of those old area maps in a glass case by the door. I went over and looked at it. There was a couple that came past as I was there. They recognized me and told me they were the neighbors. I remembered them and said hi. They asked how I was settling in. I said well but still figuring things out. They asked if I was getting around ok and I told them about the truck. Mr. and Mrs. Rider, the neighbors, said they were up here all summer and that Mr. Rider would come over and show me the basics of driving manual transmission. I thanked them and we split up. I walked around town, ate, walked around some more and then popped in my new earbuds and ran back to the cabin. Over the next week, Mr. Rider taught me to drive and he and Mrs. Rider showed me around town some more. When my aunt and uncle came back up that weekend, I told them all the Riders had done and my aunt and uncle took us all over to the Otesaga Hotel for Sunday brunch to say thank you. The brunch was fucking amazing - seriously I'm sure I had never seen so much insane foods. I ate like a pig - 5 plates of food from like 7 or 8 different food stations. At one point, the waiter/busboy came by when no one else was at the table and said, "You really like the food huh?" I looked up and it was this totally hot farm boy in a waiters uniform and I blushed and smiled. I said, "It's really good. There is so much good food here. I'm staying up here by myself and I haven't eaten like this in a week." He smiled and leaned in and said, "I bet I can show you some other good things to eat." I almost choked on my water. I blushed and he winked at me. Fifteen minutes later I was in a back hallway of the hotel in an alcove behind some extra stacked chairs with the busboy's cock in my mouth. I needed that cock. It was the first cock since Eli had broken my heart. I knew this wasn't the best thing to do. I didn't even know the guy and I was gobbling down his cock, but I was so fucking horny. We both had to be quick and he only lasted a few minutes before he blew his load in my mouth and I did what I had always done before, swallowed it. He pulled up his pants, said thanks, see you soon, winked at me and we made our way back out to the dining room. I spent the next few days working on the cabin and then decided to go to Riddell State Park to go hiking. I didn't have much left for clothing, so I started laundry and wore my last pair of running shorts, a tank top, took some sun screen and my hiking boots and off I went. I realized later that I must've looked like a total whore, but I never thought it at the time. I got there, by driving the pickup although I stalled out a few times. I parked near the main parking area, bathrooms, etc. and I went on the longest trail. I got about almost all the way to the other side of the park when the sky darkened and I was like, are you fucking kidding me? I luckily made it to the far south picnic area before I got totally soaked by the rain. I had to wait it out under a partially covered lean to/rain shelter. The rain ended and I made my way back to the parking area which took about an hour or hour and a half. The parking lot was empty except for my uncle's pickup and two other cars. The rain having chased everyone else away. I went into the bathroom to see how I looked and to take a leak and I ran into a mountain man. He was tall and hairy and had big arms and a belly and a beard. I stared at him a bit before I walked over to the urinal to piss. I could feel him watching me. I finished pissing and went to the sinks to wash up. I don't even know what he said to me, but I was so turned on. He pushed me to my knees and for the next 10 minutes I sucked his fat cock until he blew his load down my throat. I swallowed my second load of anonymous cum in a week. He said thanks and left. I was still in shock at having sucked another stranger's cock but then I turned and saw this sexy college age guy stroking his cock and he said, "That was so hot." He walked over to me and put is hard cock on my lips. I licked it and kissed it. I opened my lips and sucked him down and spent another 5-10 minutes sucking his cock too. He said, "I'm going to cum." I guess he was warning me so I could pull off, but I never had previously with Eli or the other guys so it never occurred to me to stop sucking his cock before he shot his load. I kept going. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my throat and came and I swallowed it all. He sucked me off because I was totally bursting out of my shorts and then we talked sitting outside on a wet picnic table. He asked if I liked sucking off old guys and I said that was my first time and I was just so horny that I did it. He said, if you want to meet guys our age then try Wilbur Park. It's near SUNY Oneonta and just a little farther away than where I'd told him I was staying. He said there are more college guys over there looking and not many of them come all the way over here unless they are into married middle aged dick. I wondered at him saying that married middle aged cock was different than college dick - I thought it's cock; just cock. It's fleshy and some are bigger and fatter than others? I don't know where that thought came from, but I realized it was true. Cock is cock and cum is cum. I smiled at my thought and at him. He said it was nice meeting me and he said he hoped to see me at Wilbur Park sometime soon. He left and so did I. I went home and jerked off thinking about the three new cocks I'd sucked in one week. How I had swallowed all their cum. I came so hard. I jerked off all week thinking about each cock and how their cum all tasted different from Eli's and I remembered Eli fucking me and I wondered what other cocks would feel like fucking me. I smiled. Wilbur Park next.

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....