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The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.

Five loads later and Jason's body was limp and loose after being passed back and forth in the steam around the dirty older pigs. He couldn't hold a coherent thought together let alone speak as the last dick to fuck him slowly plopped out and a gush of liquid spilled out and dribbled down his leg. Jason dropped to the floor and his body slowly began crawling for the door, instinctively trying to get away from his tormentors however in moments he felt arms either side hoist him to his feet and walk him out the steam room into the cold corridor. “I think this dumb cunt pig needs a lie down before he starts having a G fit, how fucking much did you give him Sid you fucker” laughed one of his supports. “Just the right amount for a growing young lad” came the response from the steam room. “Right come with us, we will get you laid down and relaxed don't worry”. Came the voice next to Jason reassuringly. He leaned in and rested his head on this mans shoulder and found it bony and pointed. He was desperately seeking some sense of safety, completely not realising he wouldn't find any in one of the men who had just raped his hole. Jason was walked, well more dragged, through the red lit corridors, seeing various faces of men staring back at him with lust. All sorts of men were here, from big hairy brutes, to seedy looking twinks, smooth bloated bellies and skeletal bodies. They all had the same face in common however, a look of insatiable hunger. Jason was pushed into a room and was lifted into a sling suspended in the centre of this room. “Ssssssh lay back kid, don't worry we will get you sorted out, just relax and try and sleep it off” said one of his supports and he was helped further back into the sling and had his legs lifted and slowly secured into the straps. Jason slowly drifted towards the edge of unconsciousness as he slowly was rocked back and forward in the sling as multiple leather straps were wrapped around his legs and arms keeping him secure and in place. One of the men went into the corner and pressed a couple of buttons that help tilt and manoeuvre the sling so Jason's head was below his legs, making not only the blood slowly rush to his head, but ensuring his mouth and throat and arse were all at prime fucking height. Another button was pressed which slowly pulled the sling further apart stretching Jason's legs out further apart. He groaned as his fucked hole began to stretch open slightly and a gush of cum slopped out onto the floor. “Don't be an ungrateful pig now” said one of the captors as he scooped the discharge up in his fingers and shoved them into Jason's open mouth. Pushing them deep down the back of his throat ensuring that all the poz cum him and his friends had so kindly deposited didn't go to waste. The two men then looked at their sacrificial lamb, smiled and left as Jason slowly spun in the centre. Jason stared unawares up at the ceiling, his mind perplexed by the image he was seeing. The room was mirrored and his mind was trying to interpret the vision in front of him. His own body tied up swinging, suspended, naked. What was going on, where was he? Nothing was making sense. Slowly he could see in the reflection a body moving towards him. He tried to turn his head to see but his body couldn't seem able to do anything, so all he could do was watch the reflection in petrified silence as a voice muttered “well well well, looks like this little piggy has been having a good night already” Clive approached the body suspended in front of him and grabbed at one of the pale white legs and squeezed. “Beautiful pig aren't you. All smooth and youthful. Oh I remember those days”. Clive pushed two fingers into Jasons puffed hole and began pulling it apart. “Mmmmm still nice and tight” he whispered as he got closer and worked his tongue up deep inside “Mmmm and loaded as well. My own cream filled bun ready to eat” Jason's eyes bulged in fear as he motionlessly watched this riddled looking old man start to eat his hole, licking and slobbering and sucking on his ass lips. He watched in pure horror as the old man used such force his arse lips looked like they were being pulled inside out. Getting fuller and more like pussy lips. “Mmmm yeah you've got the small beginnings of a little rose bud there” the old man said as he licked the cum off his lips. “I hope I get a second taste before I leave”. Clive got to his feet and walked around Jason. “Now I've done a greedy thing and eaten all those loads from your hole, and that was wrong. So its only fair I share and return the favour.” Clive walked to Jason's face and turned around and began lowering his arse towards Jason's face. Aware of what he was seeing but unable to do anything Jason's eyes bulged in revulsion as he watched his old man pull apart his sagging arse cheeks to reveal more of a wound that a hole. It had lost any elasticity a long time ago and the hole had clearly been stretched so many times it was now a loose mess covered in blisters and bruises. “I've got a fair few stored in here for you, just as fresh” said Clive as he lowered his hole, feeling his sagging lips drop directly into Jason's unresponsive open mouth and then he grunted and pushed, filling Jason's mouth with a collection of randoms dirty loads. “Thats a good boy” said Clive as he stood up and turned back around. “Now eat up” he said as he closed Jason's mouth and held his head stroking his throat causing Jason to swallow at least 4 random loads that Clive had collected throughout the day. “Now I'm afraid thats not going to get you knocked up, but don't worry at least one of those loads came from a dick with a serious case of the drip so you are getting one special present at least” Clive winked as he gave Jason's nipple a good hard tweak. “You have a good night now you hear, and don't forget to save me some more loads for later” Clive walked out the room and passed a young twink who had been watching from the door way. They exchanged a smile and a nod and as Clive walked away the twink slid in. There was no small talk as the twink immediately went and took Jason's cock in his mouth and started sucking on it for all he had. His mouth formed a tight seal and sucked tighter and tighter. Jason was still lost in his own mind as his cock was being tormented by this twink. He had been sucked by girls before and whilst it had never been mind blowing it had been better than this. The twink grabbed Jason's balls and yanked on them hard, trying to choke himself on Jason's unresponsive dick. Realising he didnt have much chance the twink got up annoyed and went round to the Jason's mouth. “You better be ready to fuck me later” he spat into Jason's face,“I want your load and I'm going to get it”. Up close the twink was less cute boy and more a cracked out mess. His dry lips showed significant cold sores and the purple bags under his deep sunken eyes told a horror story. He lowered his face and planted a wet uncontrolled slobber into Jason's mouth, taking Jasons lip and biting down hard. Jason could taste something metallic but couldn't be sure if it was his own blood or the twink's coldsore covered mouth. The twink got up and walked out leaving Jason suspended slowly turning unable to move and lost in his thoughts. He felt sick, he felt empty and as he watched more bodies slowly fill the doorway, he knew this was just going to get worse.

Jason had lost all sense of time as he hung in the sling being spun around and raped by dick after dick. Chants of “poz the pig!”, “Breed the bitch” and “Convert the cunt” echoed around the halls drawing more attention from the various perverts in the sauna, each approaching what had started as fresh meat and depositing more and more loads into his sloppy used cunt. Slowly but surely the crowds started to disperse leaving Jason alone in the mirrored room with one other lone man. He had stood apart from the fuck crowd, leaning against one of the walls watching all the action but not yet engaging. As Jason slowly spun, he caught a glance at the stranger and immediately noticed the difference in this man. Rather than being some old rotting corpse, this man was tall and muscled. Jason guessed he would have been referred to as a Daddy, and would have looked at home in some form of uniform or position of authority. He had a dusting of hair across his chest and abs, which looked moulded into his flesh. His legs were thick matched only by his arms which, even un-flexed, showed strong and clear definition. He walked up to Jason and grabbed a leg with a tight, strong grip holding the boy in place and stopping the swinging. “Looks like someone has been having a lot of fun this evening” the daddy said as he softly stroking the inside of Jason's leg, working up and down the smooth skin softly grazing the boys shrivelled balls. “Please”, Jason murmured “Please let me down, I just want to get out. This is all a mistake, I just want to go please”. A few tears dropped from Jason's eyes. No longer in a drug fuelled haze, the horror of the events were slowly catching up on him. The once hard, rough, rude boi from the day before had long gone, broken and replaced with a sad lost wreck, just desperate to hide and pray it was all a nightmare he would wake up from. “Now, now. There's no need for these tears” the Daddy said as he slowly stroked one up off Jason's cheek and ran it over the boys dried lips. You've been given a rough time but gotten over the worst of it. Now you can just start to enjoy yourself. I think it sounds like you need to just relax and enjoy yourself.” Jason started to plead “Please, Please just let me down from here, please I just want to get home, please I'm begging you man, please youre not like these other guys please, just, please just let me done please”. “Ssssssh sssssssssh, calm down.” and a finger was laid across Jasons lips with just a tiny amount of force to keep the lips in place. “Im not going to let you down but I am going to get you up”, and with that the Daddy removed his towel from around his waist. Strapped around his thigh was a thick leather band with several syringes secured in. The daddy removed one and gently tapped it looking at the fluid in the dull red light of the mirrored room. Walking over to Jason's secured arm he tapped on a vein and watched as Jason's eyes began to panic. “Wait, wait Wait!” pleaded Jason “Please don't whatever that is please don't stick me man please” but Jason had no means of escape strapped in place securely into the sling with no means of bucking or moving. Time immediately slowed to a crawl as Jason could only watch as the Daddy took one hand and tightly gripped his bicep in a powerful vice grip, whilst pushing the needle into his arm, pulling back the plunger slightly drawing a tiny amount of blood into the needle and then, satisfied, slowly depressing the plunging pushing the contents directly into Jason's vein. The Daddy unleashed his grip and took a step back as Jason's eyes bulged and he began coughing as the slam took its effect. His entire body lit up like the strip at Vegas, everything was bright lights colour and sensations, the mirrors were captivating dazzling shows as his eyes darted around the room, his ears capturing all the moans and groans of sex occurring around the building. Taking his opportunity the Daddy came close to Jason and ever so gently began to stroke his skin causing Jason to moan incoherently as his senses were in over drive. “Oh fuck oh fuck! OH FUCK” Jason pleaded as the Daddies fingers gently fluttered around the boys crotch, hips and then circled his puffy bruised and torn pussy lips. “I'm going to need you to get me hard boy” The daddy said as he slowly spun the sling around so Jasons head was at his crotch giving Jason a close up view of this mans meat for the first time. The Daddy's dick was built just like the man. Huge and thick. Jason without thought opened his mouth as the the daddy took his tool and began shoving it into Jason's mouth, though it barely made it past the lips considering the thickness and the tight fit of the boys mouth. He leaned forward pushing more of this cock along Jasons teeth hitting the back of his throat. He still had another 6 inches to try and get in the boy but he knew it wasnt going to happen without dislocating the boys jaw. Perhaps fun for another day but not here, so slowly he dragged his cock back out, as Jason gasped or breath eyes bulging and colour slowly returning to his chalky white face. “Huh I must have been in there longer than I thought” mused the daddy as he spun Jason back around and looked at the hole. Even with all those dirty loads this was going to stretch the little pig past breaking point. But it seemed he wanted it. As the Daddy circled his large mushroom head around the puffy lips, Jason was groaning and moaning with the sensation. “Do you want this boy” said the daddy as he slowly began to spread the lips with his dick. Moans and groans were escaping Jason's lips but it was incoherent. “I said do you want this boy” said the daddy a little louder with a bit more aggression. Jason looked up, eyes as wide as saucers staring blankly in response. A sharp sudden pain threw light across Jason's vision snapping him back to a sense of reality as the Daddy threw his open palm across his cheek. “Yes” Jason muttered. “Yes I want it”. “Yes what?” another open palm slammed across Jasons cheek. “OW Fuck! Yes Sir, yes I want it” “You want my poz load boy” “Yes sir” Jason replied less sure of himself, but not wanting another blow. The daddy slowly pushed forward, pushing another few inches into Jason's hole. Jason's head threw back as he screamed out. His hole had been fucked mercilessly but that was by many an average sized dick. This was like a baseball bat being pushed deep into his hole, he could feel his skin being stretched, stretched beyond its limits and it felt like he was being torn apart. The Daddy kept pushing until he hit some resistance. “second door” mused the daddy “best knock hard” as he pulled back and then pushed forward with a force, smashing the virginity of Jason's second rectum wide apart, pushing deeper and deeper inside, not stopping until his big heavy balls bashed against Jason's soft dick. The Daddy held still pulsing his thick cock inside Jason's hole with one hand over his mouth letting the boy muffled screams slowly die down. The daddy slowly began to draw his hips back and made small motions gently getting the boy used to the fucking motion. All these other patrons had been having their dirty fun, but none of them knew how to truly break a pig. To so many of them it was about dumping their loads, passing on their bugs, making them feel like they had control over someone vulnerable. But thats not the way to truly break someone. You had to make them want it. Make them need it. As the Daddy's thrust became longer and longer the moans and sobs underneath his hand were becoming softer in volume and pitch. As he withdrew his hand, the boy in front of him was slowly fading and the pig was revealing itself. “Ugh oh fuck, fuck sir, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK” Each time Daddy pulled back, he came back a little bit further giving him a harder deeper thrust, over and over again until he was eventually thrusting his entire thick 13 inch dick back and forth into the greedy pig who was begging for it. “Thats it pig beg me for my load” “Yes god yes sir, please dont stop, fuck give it to me sir” babbled the drugged Jason as the sensations in his hole overwhelmed all other sense. “You want to get my bug? You want me to charge you up you filthy pig” “Yes I want your bug, give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig, I want your bug sir I need your bug” The words coming out of Jason's mouth had no meaning to him. In essence he was just repeating back like an automated machine. Chemmed up and in stimulated overdrive he had no self control or understanding, not that it would make much difference as he bellowed out in ecstasy as the Daddy took one final deep thrust and began pumping his 4 day load deep inside the bowels of the newly discovered pig. Jason's eyes rolled back slightly in sheer bliss as he felt each pump, he shot of the toxic juice flooding his insides. Slowly the Daddy pulled back and let the first rectum snap shut trapping the deadly load deep inside. Next he pulled back further allowing his softening dick to snake its way and plop out of the truly fucked and trashed hole. “You're doing well for someone new to this. I think you've found a new hobby” laughed the daddy as he admired his work and gently squeezed the juicy lips. “But still looks like there is more work that can be done here. So lets get you down”. The Daddy went around the sling unbuckling the various straps and lifting Jason down onto the ground. Jason immediately collapsed to the floor, his knees buckling under him. “Come with me boy, I've got something special planned for you now” said the daddy as he scooped the little pig up into his chest cradling him in between his thick arms. Walking through the admiring crowd around the door turning down the hall walking further into the darkness ahead.

As Jason stumbled towards the group of lockers in front of him he looked around the room to note some benches in the middle of the room and walls lined with old busted up lockers. The foyer outside had looked ok but inside this place seemed to tell a different story. His arse was still burning from being inspected by the big black bouncer and was slowly starting to itch. What he didnt know was that the large chunk of meth shoved deep into his guts was slowly dissolving warming through his system and making his virgin tight hole hungry. Jason slumped down onto the bench in the middle of the room and put his face in his hands trying to figure out what was going on. It was only an hour ago that he was dancing with his bird in a club and now here he was without his clothes in some random sauna having just been abused by the door staff. Wait had he been abused? None of this seemed to make sense and the more time he tried to figure stuff out the more blurred it was becoming. He snapped out of it and looked up through bleary eyes to the older gentleman in front of him. “I said are you ok there little lad? You're looking a little lost” The older man proffered out his hand and Jason took it and shook it. The hand was cold and clammy, but it had a tight skeletal grip as his eyes followed the slender purple veined and pot-marked arm up into the face of an guy who looked at least to be in his early 60s staring down with lust. Jason tried to form some words in his mouth but was feeling more and more spun out from the combination of alcohol and meth. “Sorry mate, yeah, erm, yeah I'm just trying to get my head together” “Not a problem son, lets get you sorted and get you into the steam room and help soften you up eh” said the older man as he sank down onto his bony knees and began untying Jason's trainers. He lifted each foot up and took off each shoe and then standing took Jason's feet and rolled him backwards till Jason was laid across the bench in the middle of the room as it began to spin. “Just your socks to take off now, just you relax and let your new friend Sid sort you out” said the older man as he took Jasons wallet shoes and socks and threw them into a locker not bothering to close the door. He turned back to see Jason still lying on his back feet outstretched and limp dick and balls hanging low. “Now that is a very nice sight, and would be rude not to have a quick taste” said Sid as he took his false teeth out, got back down on his knees and open his mouth and took Jason's flaccid cock to the hilt. Jason moaned at the sensation, not comprehending what was going on as Sid began to work the young lads shaved balls with one hand using his gums to tightly massage Jason's meat. There was little response as Jason was starting to slowly spin out. “Here kid this is what you need to freshen up. Let Sid sort you out yeah, just trust me”. Sid turned around and unlocked his own locker. Quickly pulling out a green pill and a little shot of some clear liquid. “A little something I have just in case” he said as he lifted Jason up off the bench and poured the drink down his throat in a forceful motion. “that should help you get all G'ed up for this place” he sniggered, more for his own benefit. He then took the green pill and placed it on his tongue. “Come here lad and give your daddy a big kiss”. Sid grabbed the back of Jason's head and with no resistance pulled him in close and pushed the pill into his mouth with a deep and sloppy french kiss. Jason was in no state of mind to comprehend what was happening as his mouth was being raped by this old mans tongue. Sid slobbered over his face, wiping spittle all over Jason's lips and tongue and sucking on his tongue. Finally to sign the kiss off, Sid drew back and gobbed into Jason's open mouth closed it with his hand and commanded him to swallow which Jason did. “Good lad, right come with daddy and lets go see his friends in the steam room” taking Jason by the hand and walking him out of the locker area, leaving all of his belongings behind including the towels. “you're not going to need them son. Everyone is going to want to see that ass of yours in action”. The door was opened to the steam room and Jason was pushed through and sat down on a cold clammy marbled bench. Jason's mind was frantically trying to make sense of what was going on but the combination of G, alcohol, meth and the viagra given to him was making his young body spin out of control. “Got a fresh one for us men” said Sid as shuffling bodies gathered around Jason on the bench. From through the steam hands began to grab as Jason, feeling his smooth body, tweaking his nipples running over his abs. A fat chubby finger found its way to his mouth and forced its way in moving in and out causing Jason to instinctively suckle. Hands groped and tugged on his dick and balls with murmurs of appreciation and lust. Without little warning, the chubby finger in Jason's mouth was withdrawn and grabbed the back of his head pulling him down into the owners crotch. His mouth was pulled open and a hard fat cock was shoved into his mouth and began thrusting in and out. “Look at this little whore” exclaimed the chubby older man “Not even here five minutes and already he's sucking on my dick” “Yeah and his whore cunt is just begging for this” said another voice through the steam as Jason felt a sharp stabbing motion at his ass. Having his head held down and his arse up, Jason could do little, even had he not been off his face, as the man behind him clamped his bony fingers into Jason's young hips and pressed this thin sharp cock slowly but forcefully into Jason's guts. Jason's scream was muffled around the dick in his mouth which just caused the fat man to moan louder with delight as the reverberation sent extra stimulus through his body. “Fuck this little whore is an expert sucker, you are hitting all the right spots clearly Glen” Glen was lost in his own mind enjoying the tight grip this lads hole had on his cock. It has been so long since he had gotten his poz cock in a tight hole. The only men who he could fuck now were other pigs like him with holes no longer tight but sloppy and loose after years of taking dirty loads. But now he was aglow in delight as he could feel this tight arse's grip pulling open his sores giving him a true hole to infect and breed. His balls grew tight up inside his body ready to pump their poison into this young dumb cunt and there was no way it was stopping now. With a bellow Glen released his load and pumped over and over again into Jason's hole. Deep inside coating those same torn walls that the bouncer had been digging his nail into earlier. He pulled out with a plop and spun Jason around. “Clean me up you dirty dick pig” he commanded, pushing his blooded and torn cock into Jason's mouth. Jason couldn't register what was going on, he could just feel the pain in his hole and the foul taste in his mouth as the short fat man behind him pushed his cock straight in and after a few short thrusts began dumping his own load in. All the while Glen was smearing his cock over Jason's tongue rubbing his torn sores over Jason's lips. “Next!” he said as he threw Jason's head aside and got up walking out the steam room. Taking only a short moment to watch as two other old men took their turns to spit roast the vulnerable lad in the thick steam. A pigs first fuck should be memorable, however Glen didn't know he had taken Jason's virginity and wouldn't care even if he did, and Jason. It would be lucky if Jason remembered a thing after this night was through.

This is somewhat a true story. I had a job interview at a company for driving mail to the post office everyday. I got to be home daily which I loved. So on the day of my interview I arrive and the gentleman that greets me is definitely my type. Older probably in his 40's. I was only 23 at the time. Taller than me and I just got a vibe about him that he was gay. As he's talking to me about the job I couldn't really tell you what all he said because in my mind I was already in between his legs sucking his cock. So after a few minutes of talking I break out of my trance when he asks me if I have any questions. I just said no and as I was leaving he shook my hand and held my gaze for a few moments. My cock definitely twitched by this and I thought damn this is going to be torture working around this man. So I started the following Monday and for the first few weeks nothing really happened. I did steal a few glances when I could and my nights were spent jerking off to this man. After a few weeks of this I had to go to the bookstore because I needed cock bad. I got a booth and found a hot video of a Daddy and his boi fucking. I lowered my pants and started jerking off when someone enters my booth. I look up and it's my boss. Omg just seeing him standing there and I blew a huge load of cum all over myself. Then the real fun began with my boss.

As Pavi pulled the taxi into a discreet location round the back of Oval tube station he turned to see his passenger passed out in the back. “Hey!..... Hey!” his thick accent shouted across the taxi. However Jason remained unresponsive in the back. Pavi got out the cab and walked around, stepping into a muddy mess on the ground and cursing under his breath. He slide the back door open and shouted again but still getting no response. Clambering into the back of the taxi he grabbed Jason and gave him a yank, causing the boy to rock in response but there was no conscious response. Pavi dug his hands into the boys pockets looking for his wallet, but could only find a clinic card which he shoved back in. He looked down at the young lad and licked his lips. He looked around and couldn't see anyone about. London never slept, but this little alley way did have any through traffic. He knew this lad was likely some pig trash, who couldn't hold his drink and drugs. He had picked up the type before from the Pig Palace. He hooked his fingers into the boys trackies and pulled them down revealing a rock hard dick and smooth skin. Pavi had no interest in dick. He wasn't a dirty queer. But if he wasnt getting paid for this journey he was at least going to get a good fuck. He rolled Jason over onto the floor of the taxi and pulled his trackies down. He sucked on two of his hairy fingers and dug up in-between the boys arse cheeks and found a sloppy loose hole waiting for him. “Dirty little bitch aren't you, with a nice sloppy pussy for me”. Unbuckling his trousers he let his belly pop out from under his tight white shirt and pulled his pants down revealing an ugly fat dick which he proceeded to shove hard into the boys guts. The taxi rocked back and forth as Pavi threw all his weight down on the unconcious Jason, slamming in and out of his wet hole. Pavi was muttering under his breath “Thats it you dirty little bitch, take my fucking dirty dick. You fucking slag, you sick dirty cunt, spreading your legs for any fucking dick. Take it you sick little cunt. Be a little bitch”. His belly was crushing Jason into the cab floor and with one hand Pavi grabbed Jasons hair raised his head off the floor and slammed it back down splitting his temple as he began to dump his load inside the wrecked pig cunt it was now becoming. Pavi rose and buckled his pants up. He grabbed his passenger by the ankle and dragged him out the taxi door, allowing him to slop into the muddy street. He propped him up by the wall but didn't bother readjusting his trackies, allowing the muddy water to pool around his torn arse hole cock and balls. A voice called out from further down the back of the alley “hey is he alright there”. Pavi quickly jumped back into the taxi and revved the engine, driving off splattering muddy water and muck behind him. A dishevelled man shuffled down the alleyway towards Jason. His wet clothes clung to him clearly having not avoided the rain himself. He looked around to be sure he wasn't being watched as he took the boys hand and began dragging him to the end of the alleyway. At the bottom was a crude and wet constructed den made out of cardboard and disused crates and pallets. The man dragged Jason underneath the tarp and closed it shut behind him. He stared down at his prize, licking his dirty finger and wiping the blood from the cut across Jasons forehead. Jasons cock was still engorged and the homeless man opened his mouth and lowered it down to take a nice long suck on this warm meat. Jasons polo was removed and slung towards the entrance of the little den and his trackies were pulled down around his ankles. The homeless man then removed his own clothes and clambered on top of the lads unconscious body, rubbing his dirty body up and down, longing for the touch of another warm body against his own, sucking and chewing on Jasons nipples and kissing his unresponsive face. He turned the body over and spread the lads hole open. He lunged into the sloppy mess chewing on the pussy lips in front of him scratching and tearing the tender skin with his bushy beard as he sucked and dragged the rosebud out. He grabbed his dick and gave it a few good hard wanks, squeezing out a disturbing discharge from his piss slit rubbing it around the head of his dirty cheesy dick before thrusting it balls deep into the mess in front of him. Considering this was the first fuck for many years he didn't last long blasting a hot dirty load deep into Jason's guts. Jason was rolled over once more across the dirty floor of the den and the naked homeless man jumped onto his prey and lowered his hole onto Jason's still hard dick. He awkwardly bucked up and down spreading his dirty arse all over Jason's engorged dick bending it back and forth. The painful twists and turns sparked life back into Jason who slowly began coming aware of his surroundings as he realised he had some naked unknown man riding him. “Fuck! FUCK!” Jason screamed as he shoved the homeless forcefully off his cock against one of the crates holding the den up. Jason twisted his body and began crawling towards the entrance of the den, trying to kick out the skeletal grip of the homeless man as he tried to hold his prey in place. “Wait dirty boy wait wait wait” he pleaded as he grabbed up Jasons kicking legs forcefully shoving two sharp nailed fingers up inside Jason's sloppy pussy. Fear and flight were kicking in as Jason bucked and kicked the attacker in the chest and face. He grabbed his polo shirt and managed to get to his feet pulling up his trackies and sprinting down the alleyway not looking back once as he reached the main road. Pulling his polo over his head he looked shocked and lost as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He tried to look for help in someone's face, in any of the passing strangers, however even in the best of time Londoners try not to get involved in other peoples lives, especially if that person looked in the state that Jason was. Auto pilot kicked in and Jason began walking through the streets towards home. Getting to his flat he searched for his keys but found his pockets empty other than a random business card. Emotionlessly he took the spare key from under the flower pot and let himself inside. He walked into the bathroom turned on the shower and got in. He fell to the floor and began to slowly cry as the recent events began to tumble away in his thoughts. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he knew was that his hole was in agony, his dick was hard and his own voice echoed in his memory “ give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig” ...what had he done?

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

I'm a senior in college at the moment. I'm an honors student, highly respected among my peers and professors, and will be applying to top PhD programs this autumn. I'm also a total slut. As much as I love academics, I love getting fucked bareback just as much - maybe even more. I love getting bred. I love getting bred a lot, and by a lot of different guys. Every time I feel a new guy sliding into my hole, or when I slide into someone new, I feel totally amazing. This, in essence, is the source of my internal tension. I have always been told that I am very smart, and that I have a bright future ahead of me (not to sound arrogant, hopefully), and I legitimately believe that I could do quite well in my field (philosophy). However, the degree to which I am slutty (which is quite high) leads me to engage in risky sexual practices on a regular basis. And, quite in fact, the risk in and of itself does not bother me; quite the contrary, I rather enjoy it. It is adventurous, energizing, and invigorating. On the one hand, my life is spent in the abstract, dealing with the nature of thought, and issues of philosophy which are (seemingly) divorced from the carryings on of the every day. On the other, I engage in behavior that is reckless at times, living in the moment and experiencing everything through sex. Sex which is risky, dangerous to my health - and by extension, possibly, my future - and yet I cannot go without it. I am not on prep, and I often do not even ask about status - for the most part I do not care. Despite how thoroughly I enjoy both of these aspects of my life, there seems to be a tension between them. My academic life is where I feel most free, and it is what I wish to spend my life doing. My sexual life, however, remains indispensable. The sex may very well adversely affect my academic life, and yet I could not do my academics without my sexual life. I suppose I just wanted to post this, and see what you all think. Most of my peers would probably be appalled by my sexual choices, and tell me that I'm throwing away my life for the sake of "mere" bodily pleasure. While I am not insensitive to this (and quite frankly, I would agree with them to some extent), it is not enough for me to stop, despite the tension that I feel. I feel like an academic, and I also feel like I am a total slut and whore. Have any of you ever experience anything like this? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

the perfect night out. when I go to a backroom I expect to take at least six loads or it is a waste of time. I refuse no cock or no load and nothing nicerthan having cock after cock fuck you for a couple of hours. My ex always used to arrange at least six tops for our gangbang sessions so I would generally end up getting fucked at least a dozen times as most would double up. for me that was heaven just being totally used by the men and my cunt dripping with seed - just heaven!

he Daddy cradled his little pig in his arms and took him into another dark room with low red lighting. There were no mirrors in this room just TV units in the upper corner each showing the view from a camera fitted below. Jason marvelled at the image of himself on TV being carried in these big strong arms not even considering for the moment that these images might even be being recorded. In the centre of the room was a small podium with a crudely constructed chair in the middle. Jason was placed arse first into the chair and found that it had a large hole cut out the centre allowing his arse to drop through but not enough that he couldn't sit comfortably against the back support. There were ratty supports either side for his arms which he relaxed into and he allowed the Daddy to spread his legs wide and found himself once against being restrained in place. The Daddy looked Jason up and down and flicked at his soft cock with a finger. “Hmmmm this wont do” he muttered to himself as he pulled out two syringes from the leather holder wrapped around his thigh. “I trust you wont complain this time” he said as he once again gripped Jason's bicep and Jason watched in awe as once again he found the slam being administered, relaxing into the bliss as the contents were pushed into his veins allow the rush to flood his system once again. As he threw his head back to cough, the daddy in a quick fluid movement grabbed the flaccid cock and stuck the other needle into it. Jason barely registered the sensation as a large amount of caverject was injected into his cock ensuring that he would be able to perform for a crowd. The Daddy now moved behind the chair when the pigs hole was exposed and spread ready for action. Taking a dollop of lube that was in the container under the chair, the Daddy began greasing up his fingers and hand and then slowly he began to work Jason's hole with his thick fingers.probing up and inside twisting round and round, back and forth, in and out. Jason's was riding the slam and was moaning with guttural pleasure as the sensations to his sore bruised pig lips was too much to bear. He tried to shuffle his arse but found he was unable to move thanks to the restraints, and began to find that the more the fingers were worked into him the harder his cock was becoming. Almost painfully so. He bucked and thrust his hips the small amount he could desperately trying to fuck the air, or fuck the fingers in his hole. He couldn't tell which, his body just knew that this sensation was sending him over the edge and the Daddy underneath smiled sinisterly as the volume and desperation in the young pig was growing and growing. Draw to the moans came the cracked out twink from earlier. Looking even paler than previously he almost slide across the room and up the podium and stood in front of Jason staring down hungrily at the engorged dick in front of him. “Now thats what I wanted earlier” said the twink as he kneeled down, open his cracked mouth and stuck out an encrusted, sore coated tongue as he took a long lick all the way up Jasons thickening shaft. “Mmmmm that tastes so good” he said as he pressed on the cock head and opened up Jasons piss slit, digging his tongue inside dribbling his foul spit down inside. With a deep breath he engulfed the head of Jasons dick and worked it inside his mouth and into his throat with ease, having spent years already serving any dick he could; anywhere, anytime. He bobbed up and down causing Jason to continue his moans and begs as the Daddy underneath began applying more pressure to the five fingers deep in his guts. The twink stopped the assault and stood up, taking a moment to admire the slobber and sheen he had left all over this lads cock and balls. “Now for the main event” he said and he turned around and spread his cheeks apart. Even in his drug fuelled state Jason's eyes bulged in horror as his mind tried to comprehend. This young twink pulled his arse apart revealing a grotesque descended hole, not only misshapen but covered in open sores which were red, inflamed and some were broken. Despite the sight his dick remained rock hard and wordlessly he watched in horror as the twink backed up and his arse began swallowing Jason's cock, rubbing the broken sores down his shaft pulling him into the depths of this diseased boys hole. At the same moment the Daddy below gave a steady increasing push and popped his knuckles through tearing Jason's hole allowing proper entry for his big hand to start opening the pig up properly. This caused Jason to bellow in agony thrusting ever so slightly deeper into the Twink encouraging him all the more to start riding the captives cock up and down. The Daddy was finding it hard to control himself as he began relentlessly pounding his fist deeper into the pig, he was in perfect position to get it nice and deep as he began fucking the lad deeper and deeper sliding the lad down onto his forearm and working his way up inside. The twink turned himself around on Jason's dick so he could grab his face and snog the crying pleading pig. Jason had no means of escape or stopping him as the fist in his hole was making him scream, allowing this twinks disgusting tongue to probe and explore his mouth, oozing around his teeth and gums. “Yeah baby, yeah fuck me, fuck my dirty hole you sick pig. Give me your load. Give me your dirty babies” the twink said as he thrust himself up and down on Jason's dick. “fuck yes, fuck yes, you sick fucking perv, fuck' screamed the twink as he twisted his body around on Jason ensuring all the right spots were being hit. Then at just the right angle, his bladder got hit and he began squirting piss all over the pair grabbing his dick he aimed for Jason's face soaking him in rancid bright chem piss. As he spluttered the twink took the opportunity to grab his face and launched into another deep snog again, raping the pigs mouth with his tongue and pounding his sloppy hole up and down on the rock hard dick. The sensations in Jason were too much, the hand deep in his arse punching through to his bowels, the tongue down the back of his throat, the sloppy wet cunt riding his stick, he could feel it all building inside him, all the pent up energy mixing with the drugs in his system. His stomach convulsed and with a cry the contents of his guts flew out his mouth into the twinks face who squealed in utter delight. Then with a cry that made the podium shake Jasons balls clenched, his arse gripped the Daddy's forearm like a vice and his load shot out his cock like a cannon, blasting the insides of the diseased twink spurting over and over and over again. Jason shuddered uncontrollably as the course of the night caught him finally releasing all that sexual heat that had been building and he collapsed into the back of the chair, every muscle loosening expert his rock hard cock. The daddy below allowed his arm to slide out the ruined slack cunt and he admired the streaks of red and white coating his arm as he watched the newly blossoming rosebud pulse with each breath and heartbeat. The twink climbed off Jason's chemically hard cock and pushed off the puke from his chest and slopped it too the floor. He dug two fingers up inside his slack hole and pulled them out revealing a discoloured blob of goop. He smeared it onto Jason's tongue. “I'll see you some time again I hope” he said as he hopped down off the podium and out the door. The Daddy reappeared from under the podium and began unbuckling his little pig from the chair. Lifting up the boy he carried him back towards the entrance and to the showers. Holding the semi conscious boy up, the Daddy washed him down and dried him off. As he took the boy to the lockers he found all his belonging had gone. Brian appeared through the door, having watched most of the action on the monitors, with a dried out pair of trackies and polo. “I trust you can see him out now Brian” said the Daddy as he passed the lad over. “Theres still time for me to have a bit more fun” “Yeah course” came the gravelled voice back “I'll get him into a taxi” “Probably best to give him a card as well. Cause that lad is going to get real sick real soon” chuckled the Daddy as he walked off back into the darkness. “You're one of the goods ones” called out Brian as he took a clinic card off the desk top and shoved it into the lad's trackies pocket. “Poor little rabbit, looks like he had fun” said Dean as Brian passed the lad over. “He sure did, now make sure he gets into a taxi”. Dean walked the barefoot boy out the door into the street into the early morning sunshine. The cold wet pavement barely registered as Jason was walked to the edge of the road and Dean gave a nod to one of the waiting taxi drivers. A large stocky indian man waddled over and opened his taxi door, helping him place Jason into the back seat. “Hey Rabbit, where's home little one” Dean asked as his thick hand held the boys head up. Jason's eyes barely opened as he tried to register what was going on. “Oval” he mumbled back head slumping back int the seat. “Ok Pavi, just take him to Oval tube station and drop him off round the back. Either he will get back from there himself or someone will find him”. Pavi got into the taxi and waved goodbye to Dean as he wandered back to his post in the Pig Palace.

When I top, I can definitely feel the difference between fucking raw and fucking with a condom. Fucking raw just feels way better on my dick, just the skin on skin contact alone. Releasing my load inside a guy fills me with this feeling that I am leaving a part of myself inside him and I find myself pushing my load deep inside him. if I found out that he squirted it out, it would insult me because I want my load to be fully absorbed into his body. I feel the strongest bond to the other guy when I am unloading and immediately after, especially when I can feel and see my own cum on my dick, leaking out of his ass before I pull out. For me, topping raw reduces me to my primitive state where my only desire is to deposit my seed inside someone, and accomplishing that is so satisfying. So that's why I like to bareback when I am topping and which is why I am willing to take on the risk. On the other hand, the few times I bottomed (different cocks 8+ inches no reason why it shouldn't rock my world), it didn't feel like anything was happening down there. Maybe my ass is just not sensitive but it felt like it was all about his pleasure and I was just the means to his pleasure, which I was OK with but there was no real physical pleasure from the fuck. even though I haven't bottomed raw, I doubt that I would have been able to tell the difference between a raw and condom dick in my ass. So my question is for guys who bottom raw: What do you get from barebacking that you couldn't get from being fucked with a condom? Do you really feel when a dick is raw inside you, is there a difference in how it feels in your ass? Would you be happy barebacking if the guy pulled out before cumming or is the load very important to you? I hope you can explain to me your experiences and feelings and just what's going on in your mind when you're bottoming raw, thanks

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

When there's a BOND between the TOP and BOTTOM...its really magical in nature; because, it seems everything works like a well functioning piece of equipment. The physical, mental and spiritual BOND between the individual's is so powerful you can see and feel the sparks that radiates between everyone. I have enjoyed being on both ends of the sling...and its really...not a pump and dump situation for ME...its all about the connection and how connected we can make each other feel like...there won't be another fuck'n like this ever again. So, I feel when I give everything back and forth...its like an addiction for the BOTH of US....sharing that SPECIAL ...connection...NO PULL OUTS...NO INHIBITIONS...just...hardcore ....cock and ball's deep 'animal lusts'....MORE...until...the loads are running out the hole...and getting sticky wet for MORE...harder and deeper fuck'n.

I've never written in, but thought I would submit a true story...only wish I could live it again...how and when I think I got pozzed. I was living in San Diego at the time - 2001 - 34, single and lonely. My dark side would take me to a leather bar called 'Wolfs' (does it still exist?). And I would go, have a few bud lights and sit quietly in the corner or at the bar. One night in December a very hot man, about mid to late 30's walked up to me and in a sexy accent (Irish or British, I'm not quite sure anymore) asked me if I was alone. I can't remember his name so I'll call him "Dave' then bought me a beer, and then another. As we chatted I told him I had just moved to the area and didn't really know anyone. He looked into my eyes and asked if I did know someone, what would he be like. I smiled and said 'like you, someone that takes control and that I can make happy'. His eyes glinted with a bit of devil and asked if I wanted another beer. After a few more beers and him walking around visiting with friends he asked If I wanted to go back to his place...Hell Yes! He didn't live far, just a few blocks away in a great craftsman style house. Once inside, we quickly got to kissing and getting naked. As soon as I was naked he shoved me to the floor. Being a little drunk, I laughed a bit thinking I fell against his shove. Nope, it was on purpose. Dave stood above me, his muscular, toned body so sexy. His uncut cock was a very good size 8 inch cock, and thick, bouncing above me. Suck my cock he said...and I moved forward on my knees and started sucking.... after a few minutes of me sucking and slurping, him gagging me with his cock he suddenly slapped my face - HARD - open handed...knocking me off his cock. He jumped on my chest and pinned my arms over my head. He hissed at me "You fucking whore - don't ever use your teeth on me or you'll get more" and with that he shoved his cock back into my mouth and started face fucking me. After a few more minutes of me sucking and gagging on his thick cock, he pulled me up and pushed me towards the bedroom. There he told me to close my eyes - and he put a blindfold on me. He then took my hands and as I was bent over the side of the bed, he tied them to the far bed post. As I liked there on my stomach, ass in the air, hands stretched and tied he said "you wanted a guy that takes control, well I'm about to own you....so get ready." He took a bottle of poppers and held them under each nostril as I took a few really deep breaths. then he suddenly pushed into my cunt. Hard, fast and deep. No lube, no warning. As I yelped, he slammed the back of my head with his fist. 'Shut the fuck up cunt, this is your night to be owned'. He took the blindfold off and I could see a mirror on the side of the room which gave a perfect view of him fucking me....and he continued to thrust his thick uncut cock in and out of my cunt what felt like forever. Unfortunately for me, I have a very, very tight ass and it never seems to get looser. After what seemed like forever, I could hear a pounding on the front door. He laughed and pulled his dick out of me, saying he would be right back. My ass was sore and I figured he would be back in a minute after his visitor left. I could hear voices from the living room. After a few minutes, he came back into the bedroom followed by two men I recognized from Wolf's bar. Dave smiled and said "there he is guys, he says hes a good tight bottom that likes to be controlled! " all three of them laughed. Dave spit on my hole and lined his cock back up with my aching hole. The other two men were quickly stripping. Dave said "keep him gagged, he's a moaner". One of the men got on the bed and shoved his cock in my mouth the same time Dave started drilling into my tight hole. It never hurt so good. I though my ass was going to split. I just looked up at the man face fucking me. His hand came down and caressed my cheek and he kept saying "what a good boy". After what seemed like forever, Dave started piston fucking me hard and fast, drilling me deeper than I though he could go. I knew he was going to cum. There were no condoms anywhere and he had never put one on. Had never even let me ask to have on on him. He started bucking into my hole so hard and through clenched teeth "I'm going to make you mine you cunt, I'm going to own you and you wil do whatever I want, when I want...is thta what you want you cunt?" With a cock still in my mouth, I moaned and got out "yes sir"....Dave pumped a few more times and then I could tell he was cumming. Deep, hard, so many fucking times I though it would never end. When he was done, the guy I was giving head to got off the bed and said "well, boy, Dave told us at the bar that he was first with you tonight and then you belonged to the rest of us..." and he went and started to slide his thick cock into my cum filled ass. As his buddy went to get on the bed I asked "he gave me to the two of you?". The guy getting on the bed laughed and looked down at me - hands still tied to the bed post - and said "fuck no cunt. He told everyone at the bar to come breed you tonight...its the night you get filled with as much cum as possible and you become Daves poz cum hole". Before I could gasp in terror, he shoved his cock into my mouth. And it started over. One guy fucking my hole and another filling my mouth with his cock. They kept giving me poppers - thank god - as the men kept coming in. We had gotten to Dave's house about 1 am....and by the time the last guy left the sun was coming up. Dave came back into the room. My hands were still tied, my wrists were bruised. My mouth was sore. My ass had so many loads that there was a puddle of cum on the floor from it dripping down my legs. Dave untied me and said "so how you feeling boy? Still like to be controlled?" Yes sir I whispered. He pulled me up onto the bed (my legs were so weak). and as I lay on my side he slid his cock back into my cum filled hole. "Very Nice boy, and still got some tightness there!" Dave said with a hint of surprise....he fucked me again and after he shot the lasts load into my sore and tired hole, he told me I could go. As I got up, my legs shakey and cum leaking from me, Dave said "whats your email boy? I'll email you next time I want to breed you or watch my friends breed you...and you better respond - Got it?!" yes sir was all I could mumble as I gave him my email. That whole month, Dave must have emailed twice a week telling me when to be at his house for him and his friends. And about twice a week for that whole month I would show up about 1 am and Dave and his bar buddies would just start showing up, taking turns breeding my hole raw all night. Dave would always be first then go sleep in the other bedroom while he whored me out. When the sun came up or the last man left, Dave would come fuck my well filled hole one last time then send me home.... In the second month of being Dave's group fuck toy, I got sick. Worst flu ever. When I responded to one of Dave's 'requests' to be at his house with the news I wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it, he responded back with the name and number of a doctor to go see. I never heard from Dave again. And the doctor was an HIV doctor who said I was seroconverting and that I must have gotten pozzed about a month to six weeks previous...when Dave and his buddies started gangbanging my ass twice a week. True story. And it was one of the best six weeks of my life..... In addition, I've been a very good sub bottom ever since....still single now living in BFE - or Michigan as its known - but always willing to travel and meet new hot dom men that don't mind my history!

Although my hole was well used by the San Francisco Cumunion event on Saturday, I had an errand in the city on Monday and decided to go to 442 for their Naked Mondays night. I arrived, stripped and started walking around, only to be pleasantly surprised that there was a decent sized crowd. Within five minutes I was bent over a bench with an older husky bear who knew how to fuck using my hole. I loved feeling him shoving my hole as deep as he can get and exploring every inch of it. He had some girth and length to him and I knew I was going to be opened up for the night. By the end he shoved me flat on my stomach and rammed in me until he deposited his load. He was quickly followed by another top, and I spent the next two hours blissfully going from guy to guy. Any guy was welcome to use my hole that wanted to. A short Asian had me bent over so much that my knees practically touch the floor so he could get in my hole. He shoved his cock in to work the rim on of my hole, rubbing it against his head till he added to the Bears load. At one point I had four guys in a row fuck their loadis in me. Heaven! Had to make it an early night due to work the next day, but after two hours I had been fucked by 8 to 10 guys with about six loads deposited in me. Was able to leave satisfied with cum dripping down my leg.

I had my ideal types when I was younger, but eventually I realized any cock depositing a load or pissing up my ass was worth my time.

Was horny AF this morning so I took off at lunch and headed for the bath house, which is an hour away from where I work. And the whole time I was thinking, this is a waste of time because it's Wednesday fucking afternoon. But I was too horny to care and my regular fuckbuds had bailed. There were a good number of cars in the lot when I arrived, which I thought was a good time. So I paid for a room, reconnoitered the place and ended up in the maze, where a couple of guys where already going at it. I was getting cruised by this shorter, shaven, tattooed guy so we started in on each other adjacent. Then, the two guys who had already started got in with us. Then a couple more joined in. So, there were basically six guys at this point, three decent-looking guys, two trolls and me. The cool part is, they all seemed to be looking to me to call the shots, so I sort of took control. "You, suck *his* dick. You... suck my dick." And they were doing what I told. I designated one of the guys the pig and had him suck on everybody. The group kind of split into two groups of three, then three groups of two; joining and swapping off partners. I had to shove guys off my cock because I didn't want to cum too quickly. Then, it started to break up, so me and the tattooed guy went to his room and I fucked him silly for about half an hour before blowing a load in his ass. Then I showered and went home, so my day wasn't wasted after all.

I also have a PhD plus 3 other degrees and speak several languages, so I guess that means I am smart too. LOL. And I'm a proud poz slut that takes anonymous loads (but not in groups...more on that below). My very unscientific theory is that people who lead high stress, highly buttoned up lives that require them to be "intellectuals" often have sexual fetishes that they almost need to live out in order to keep their brains from exploding and seeping out. Regarding PrEP: I'm generally for getting on it, but I wish there was more research out there on the long-term effects of it on the body. The poz guys have to take the drugs to stay alive, but as a neg guy, it would take a lot for me to take a drug to stay neg. What's next? Preventative chemo to stay cancer free? Some have mentioned above that PrEP won't spare you the other nasties that come with barebacking. That's very true. And while most guys are quick to brag about how many loads they are taking, not enough guys on here talk about the financial cost of having to be regularly treated for STDs as well as the hassle of taking time out of your schedule to see doctors and get treated - or the burden of having to inform your regular sex partners so that you aren't passing infections back and forth to each other. My only other advice that I can impart based on my own experience is to think long and hard before attending group sex parties like CumUnion and Biohazard. That's like 1000 times riskier. Yes my dick like yours gets hard at the thought of a room full of horny guys having bareback sex, but the reality is that most people at these parties are not disease free and often don't care about their health or passing along infections to others. I see the parties as a cesspool of infections. Why? Oftentimes, the tops are going from hole to hole without cleaning up in between, which creates near perfect conditions to transmit disease. When I think of the bottoms lined up on the fuckbench, I wonder how many of them really and truly want the diseases that the bottom NEXT to them has. Probably none of them. I got Hep C at one of these parties several years ago and thanks to a clinical trial was able to get cured last year. Otherwise, the treatment would have cost $90k. Hep C is already nasty if you're neg. If you're poz, it can be a nightmare. So study hard, work hard and play hard. Just be smart about it.

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

If the man doesn't grab a fistful of my hair in one hand and tightly grip my neck with the other and use his superior strength to force his erection down my throat and smash my face into his pubes while he breeds and I struggle for air, then I am disappointed. Forcefully skull-breeding a worthless faggot should be pure instinct for a natural man. But I would also be perfectly fulfilled if he yanked my hair back so that my face was horizontal underneath him and then blasted his seed directly into it, up my nose, in my eyes, in my hair, and of course in my open mouth. I want him to do whatever gives him the most power, arrogance, and pleasure.

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

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

Has anyone seen the film “fortune and men’s eyes”? Look it up on Youtube and you can watch the whole film. I saw it many years ago and realised then what I wanted and it’s stayed with me ever since. There’s a scene near the beginning when the newbies are in the mess hall with the other prisoners. The main character is suddenly attacked by a gang but they are stopped by another prisoner who befriends him. As they talk, the gang grab another twink and drag him off to a cell. They strip him and get him face down, and then you see him being raped by two guys as everyone looks on and does nothing to help. When I first saw the film, I didn’t want to be the main character, I wanted to be the young guy dragged off to the cell, and I masturbated about the scene constantly. So here’s my fantasy: That first night in jail was awful. I was lonely and scared and all I could hear were the new guys crying and calling for their mothers. My cell-mates ignored me, than goodness, and I buried my head in the pillow to stifle my sobs. The next morning, we were let out to the bathrooms to shower, and I felt my face redden as I stepped naked into the communal showers, grateful for the steam which helped hide me. But there were a group of guys watching me, led by a guy with a lazy eye, and he kept licking his lips as he watched me. “Keep away from them, if you can.” Whispered the guy next to me. “They’re bad news. I hear they are fucked up, if you know what I mean” I raised an eyebrow, and he made a cross with his fingers. “Toxic bastards.” I felt my blood run cold, and tried to avoid their eyes as I dressed and made my way into the mess hall for breakfast. While I ate, I saw them looking at another newbie and breathed a sigh of relief. They were a scary looking crew. Apart from the guy with the lazy eye, there was a sweating, chubby guy with thick glasses, a muscular latino with a tattooed neck and an older white guy who was thin as a rake with sunken cheeks and whispy hair. After breakfast, everyone just sorta milled about.. Some guys sat chatting and some others started a game of checkers. I went over to watch, but they ignored me and I felt very isolated. An altercation started, and I saw the gang try to grab the other newbie who started to struggle with them. No one seemed concerned and the guards just laughed. Then a big, handsome looking guy got in their way. I couldn’t hear what was said, but they backed off and left him alone as the big guy led him over to the side and gave him a cigarette. I went back to watching the game, unsure what to do with myself. To be honest, I just wanted to curl up into a ball. Then I felt movement and turned to see the lazy-eyed man’s face inches from mine. I tried to back away but I was blocked by the others behind me. “ wh.. what do you want?” I said, my voice high-pitched with terror. He gave an evil grin “Your sweet ass, baby!” Before I could run, an arm snaked round my neck and a hand closed over my mouth. My arms were grabbed and I felt myself being dragged towards an empty cell in the corner. I tried to shout, tried to scream but my mouth was muffled by fingers smelling of tobacco and, in any case, no one seemed willing to do anything. As I was dragged past the newbie and his new friend, I heard him say “Why doesn’t anyone do something?” “’Ain’t nobody gonna come between a man and his oats, nobody” Came the reply and I felt terror welling up as I realised what was going to happen. They dragged me into the cell, which was bare apart from a filthy, stained mattress on the floor. I found out later it was only used for one thing. My shirt was torn off me, and hands pulled down my trousers and shorts. My mouth was free now, and I cried out “Help me!” but the mess hall was silent and nobody came. I was flung face down on the mattress and stripped naked. The fat, spectacled guy held my shoulders down and I could hear him giggling to himself. Someone got on my back, their body naked and I could feel an erection pushing against me. An arm went round my neck, squeezing hard so I could hardly breathe and the lazy-eyed man’s voice whispered “let me in, bitch, or I’ll crush your throat!” I tried to relax as his wet, drooling cock pushed into my hole. I wouldn’t have believed I could stretch open so much, or how much it hurt, but then – just as I couldn’t take it anymore, the fat head burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a single thrust. “Oh yeah!” He gasped in my ear. “Tight little virgin pussy, mmm” He began to thrust in and out of me, and I buried my face in the mattress to hide my screams. It seemed to go on for a long time, but then he shuddered and gasped as he came and bit my neck savagely. Then he pulled out brutally, and I felt his weight leave me, only for someone else to take his place. A bony body stretched out on me and a thin, veiny cock slid up me easily in the sperm now leaking from my asshole. He thrust mechanically in and out, and the pain subsided to a dull ache. By the time he’d cum in me, my hole was gaping and wet and to my shame, my cock was rigidly erect against the mattress. I heard the chubby guy say “My turn! My turn!” Someone else held me down and I felt the breath pushed out of me as his heavy, sweaty belly sank onto my backside and his stubby cock slid into me. “Bitch! Bitch!” He gasped as he thrust “ You gonna get it now. Gonna knock you up good… ohhh! Then he collapsed on me, his cock throbbing and throbbing as he emptied his balls into me. Then it was over and I found myself alone. I manged to pull my clothes on and headed for the bathroom. A fat warder stopped me. “where you going, son” “I…I need a shower” I said. Another warder laughed at me. “Let the bitch go and wash her pussy!”

I'm into anonymous loads deep in me at gloryholes or more... Would you let a total stranger breed you raw?

Been making hella posts lately cuz I've been naughty and want to document my experiences. last night black guy from before wanted to come over. when i got home from class i got ready for him, ran some errands, then got back home around 9 so i could invite him over. wasn't answering my texts, but i had cleaned out so i hopped on grindr. talked to this guy i'd seen around for awhile and planned for him to come over. 25, 6'3, 7 inch perfectly thick cut of man meat. we went straight to bed and started sucking face, me on my back. he was really into choking me and slapping me, then he sucked his index and middle fingers and stuck them inside me to explore. felt fucking hot getting fingered by this stud while i was slowly squeezing precum out of his bare hot man meat. he started guiding himself in, i paused, took some poppers, and let him go to town. he was pretty rough at first but i talked through it with him and he ended up slowly sliding himself all the way in then all the way out. it felt fucking great. after about 20 minutes told him i couldn't keep edging myself and that i had to blow, so he pinned my hands back and started going in all the way. i think he hit my second hole. i couldnt help myself so i came hands free while he watched, he started cumming immediately. never been with a guy who yells when he cums but he was yelling pretty loud, and he worked that fucker into me for a good 5 minutes after. we kissed, smoked a few bowls and he was off. excited to see what tonight has in store

I'd like to know more about this. I've seen some guys, when they're very excited, release a large amount of a thin, watery discharge that looks a lot like precum. Then soon thereafter, They reach orgasm and ejaculate typical semen (thick, viscous, white).

As deep as possible. Pull out is for porn.

Having an uncut cock with a large amount of retractable foreskin, love to go a day or two with out a shower. If I've been frequently urinating there is a lovely yellowy building up and funky smell. Like running my finger across my helmet and getting a good amount of smegma and eating it. Had a meet with a guy a few summers back, turned up at his place around midday and he was just in shorts and could tell he hadn't showered. When I removed his shorts and pulled back his foreskin it wasn't clean. For a second I froze but then just sucked it and then made it my mission to entirely clean his cock with my tongue

Anytime, anywhere!

Will take on pretty much anyone with a hard cock. Don't particularly like body odors or really big overweight guys but as long as they are hard I take them too.

Here are chapters 7 and 8, hope you like them:) I'll try to finish the final chapter this weekend. Seven. For the next week or so I kept thinking about Simon's text in which he said he had "helped move things along a little" between my boyfriend and Joel. Was he trying to get my boyfriend to cheat on me (again), with Joel? I was starting to think Simon liked corrupting people just for fun, and my boyfriend was next on his list. I saw my boyfriend Todd a few times that week, and everything seemed the same as usual. He didn't bring up Simon, or Joel (or what I'd done to him after the office party). Maybe Simon wasn't going to mess with my boyfriend after all, and I had nothing to worry about? I went out of town for a couple weeks to see family, and with all the usual family drama and exhaustion, I completely forgot about Simon's text, and everything else. I was glad to get back, and glad to see Todd again. We went to dinner and a movie, then back to his place for some drinks and some reunion sex. After that, we cuddled, and I listened to him tell me about work. Then he said, "Oh, and I saw your friend Simon." I immediately tensed up, disguising it (badly) as a cough. "Really?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Um, how?" "Oh, I bumped into him at that office party, when I was standing outside, and he was leaving. We swapped phone numbers." Standing outside, with Joel. So Simon had talked to them both. Anything was possible. "Oh great," I said, "So what did you guys do?" "Well the first time, we went rock-climbing, and then we went to the shooting range…oh, and then on Thursday I helped him pick up a couch he got for his place." Oh no, I thought, they'd seen each other three times already. And of course Simon had waited until I was out of town, and out of the way. "Oh that's great, honey," I lied. "Yeah," Todd said, "he's a real cool guy. And a mean shot." My boyfriend was as good as gone, I thought. For the next few days, I went back to obsessing over Simon, his text, and what he was doing to my boyfriend behind my back. Simon, meanwhile, seemed happier than ever, and a few times, I heard him singing as he walked past my window. I hadn't seen him since the party, and I texted him to see if he was free (and to get some answers), but he always said he was 'busy'. Anyway, I was getting home from work, which had gotten pretty stressful since that office party. Several times I ran into my boss's nephew Greg, who had tag-teamed me in an empty office with Simon that night, and who had just started working there (in HR, of all places); and of course Joel, who was after my boyfriend. Anyhow, that night when I arrived home, I stepped out of my car and walked to the lobby to check my mail. One of my neighbors was standing in front of his mailbox, reading his mail, and we smiled and nodded at each other. I opened my box, looked at my mail, threw the junk mail away, and…I noticed that my neighbor was staring at me. I looked up at him, and he had a dirty, lusty, mischievous smirk on his face—the same kind of smirk I'd seen on Simon and Greg at the party, right before they'd fucked me. Did I know this guy? He was Hispanic, a little older than me, about my height, sort of nondescript-looking. After a second, I recognized him as my neighbor from across the hall. He'd moved in a few months ago. But that didn't explain why he was looking at me like that. "Hi," I said tentatively, not really sure how to break the ice. My neighbor didn't say anything at first, he just kept looking at my body like he owned it, and then he started chuckling in a strange way, like I was reminding him of a dirty joke or something. "Hi," he finally said. Somehow he sounded a little sarcastic. Seriously, did I know this guy from somewhere else? He was starting to make me uncomfortable. He chuckled some more, then in his Spanish accent, he said, "I guess you don't recognize me, do you?" He kept smiling, and took a step toward me. In a quieter voice, he said, "Maybe you'd recognize my cock, hm? Maybe you'd recognize me if I were inside you, and you were…cómo se dice?…blindfolded?" And then it all made sense. My heart stopped for a second, and I breathed in sharply. This was the married stranger who'd been fucking me at Simon's place all those times. This is what Simon had meant, when he'd said the married guy "might not be a total stranger" to me. He lived right across the hall! Oh no, I'd gotten fucked by someone in my building without even knowing it. And, I'd seen this guy's family. This was so fucked up. "That's right," my married neighbor continued, "it's me who's been fucking you. And your ass is amazing." Then, in his seductive Spanish accent, he whispered, "I've given you so much of my cum. But it's been a while. Will you let me fuck you?" "I was…out of town," I said, weakly. "Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?" he again asked. I nodded obediently. What was I doing? "Good," he said quietly, with a big smile. "Come over tonight at eleven. You remember where I live?" I nodded again. "I'll leave the door cracked open. Don't knock. And don't wear cologne." I nodded a third time. He took another step toward me, leaned into my ear, and grabbed my ass. "I can't wait," he whispered, and then he walked off. I was in a daze for a few seconds. I'd finally seen the man who'd been fucking me all those times. And someone in my own building knew what I slut I was, and the kind of risky sex I had! I couldn't tell if I was more nervous, or turned on. Anyway, that night at 11 o'clock, I slipped out of my apartment, took two steps, and quietly pushed open my neighbor's door. He was standing in his kitchen with his shirt off, and he smiled at me, then reminded me to be quiet. I leaned the door closed again, then quietly walked over to the kitchen. As I got around the counter, I saw that my neighbor's cock was out, and hard already. He smiled as I walked toward him, then he pulled me in and kissed me, which surprised me. But he was a good kisser, and after a few seconds, I started to kiss back. He reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, and his hard cock pressed against my stomach. Then he gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, and guided his cock into my willing mouth. Initially he was careful not to make me gag, but eventually his cock head was all the way down my throat, until my nose was buried in his pubes. He sighed appreciatively. I had never done anything like this before—sucking off one of my neighbors, in his kitchen, with his family asleep in the next room. It felt so dangerous, and so slutty. I loved it. My neighbor pulled me to my feet, dropped my pants, turned me around, and bent me all the way over till I was grabbing my ankles. He could still see over the high counter, but I was completely out of sight. He slicked up my ass and his cock, then he slowly started to press in until his pubes were brushing up against my ass. I felt so full, but I held my breath so I didn't make any sound. Once he was in, he started to slowly fuck me, pushing his raw cock all the way in, then withdrawing almost completely out. He kept this up for a long time, and I could tell how much he liked it, and how focused on me he was. I wondered if he did this with other guys, or if I was the only one. I found myself getting turned on, thinking about him fucking other guys like this. Then he pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "You feel so good. I'm going to give you my leche soon, okay?" I nodded eagerly, begging him for it. I wanted his virile cum in me. I wanted him to own me. He pulled me in for another deep kiss, then pushed me back down till I was grabbing my ankles again. Then he started fucking me a little faster, careful not to slam into my ass or make any noise. It was hot knowing how much he was enjoying the fuck, and how much he wanted to just pound me, but hearing him stay perfectly quiet. After a few minutes of him fucking me fast, I felt him push all the way inside me and hold it there, and I felt his body jerk as he was racked with a powerful orgasm, as he held me there in place. I could tell he was holding his breath as he gave me yet another load of his married cum, and silently marking my ass as his again. After what seemed like a whole minute of him shooting inside me, he finally exhaled, and quietly caught his breath, slipped out of my cummy hole, pulled up his pants, and gave me a big smile when I stood up and looked at him. He had obviously enjoyed our secret fuck as much as I had, and he looked totally satisfied now. I smiled back at him as I pulled up my own pants, then I let him walk me to the door. He gave me another deep, passionate kiss, and another squeeze on the ass, then he opened the door and let me out into the hallway. As I walked back into my own apartment, I thought how funny it was that this married stranger looked so basic and average in public, like your typical, ho-hum family guy. But after dark, when everyone was asleep, he was either over at Simon's place, slamming his raw cock into my cummy hole, or he was silently fucking me bareback in his kitchen, giving me load number who-knows-how-many, never once asking about condoms or status. And no one would have guessed, just by looking at him. It was so wrong…and so hot. As I drifted off to sleep that night, thinking about my neighbor's cum still inside me, I wondered if I was starting to like being a slut, instead of just going along with it because it was what Simon wanted. I had definitely enjoyed my neighbor fucking me in his kitchen just now; and if Greg hadn't been my co-worker, I wouldn't have minded having his fat cock inside me again. I didn't totally understand what was happening to me, but maybe I was finally turning into the slut Simon wanted me to be.

You say you're compartmentalizing your academic life and your sex life. But why? Merge the two. Study some aspect of sex. You're still an undergrad so you've still got time to focus your concentration. When I was a grad student at McGill, there was a PhD student in Religious Studies who was also a huge gay slut. I think he also had HIV. McGill is a pretty conservative school, but still, no one cared. He felt no need to hide who he is from the academic world, and you shouldn't either. imo

I agree. I have two masters degrees and the best sex i ever had was with men who barely made it through Middle School

Well this place has become a regular haunt of mine now and I've never failed to get some fun there. My usual practice is to watch for a guy to enter, and a minute or so later I'll follow him into the toilets, only to go from there. On this occasion I was seated in my car in the car park, and as there were three other vehicles in the lot, I decided to check out the toilet block. Somewhat to my surprise no one was in the place, so I entered the cubicle in which a glory hole had been cut into the door. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes I heard footsteps as someone had followed me into the toilet block. Without the slightest hesitation a cock slid through the glory hole. Now, the cock was quite small but still there was enough for a mouthful. Within a minute or so he was hard, and with only a minute or two more he shot his load into my throat. A few minutes later another cock slid through the door. I sucked the guy for a while, and then stood, turned around, and positioned my hole over the glory hole. The guy on the other side didn't need any persuasion: without asking any questions he slid into my ass, vigorously pounding my hole, bare, of course. As hoped, I soon took his load, and being a true gentleman he thanked me before he left. At this point I was totally naked now and dying for more loads. Another guy came in and I immediately presented my ass. To my annoyance he insisted on covering up - so I let him fuck me, but when he came I made it a point to retrieve the condom and empty his load into my arse. For a few minutes afterwards I lay on the floor of the cubicle, my legs wide open as I played with the spunk which was bubbling out of my hole, fingering my arse lips. Before I realized I had company there was a a knock on the door. "Right you come out here!" Jumping to my feet, I looked through the glory hole. A police officer was standing there! "Come on son, out you come," he demanded, adding "Don't fuck around - get the fucking door open and get your fucking arse out here now!" I was in deep shit, but did as he ordered, unlocking the door and opening it, standing there naked and my arse decidedly cummy. Upon seeing me, the officer grabbed me, spun me around, pinning me against the wall, as he slammed handcuffs onto my wrists. "Stay where you are," he grunted, asking "Now, who else is in here?" "I'm on my own," I answered, but still he checked the other cubicles. As he did so, I had the time to consider I was naked and spunk was oozing out of my hole, and dribbling down my leg. I was not in a position of strength. "Fuck, you are in big big trouble, son," the officer commented as he pressed his baton against the back of my neck. However my appraisal of the situation changed when the officer slid his hand between my arse cheeks and dabbled in the spunk with which I was liberally doused. The officer, meanwhile, explored my hoke, even as he kept me pinned up against the wall, handcuffed. "Spread your legs, son," he commanded. I did as instructed, bending over as he pulled my arms upwards. He apparently dropped the baton, and at any rate, I heard the zipper of his uniform trousers slid down. I knew what he had in mind. His cock was big and thick and he rubbed himself against my hole before he roughly pushed himself into me. "Got a couple of loads up there, son, have you?" he asked as he thrust balls-deep into my hole. He pounded faster and faster and then, just when I assumed he was about to cum, he withdrew from my ass, forced me to my knees, and ordered "Drink it, you fucking slag," as he pushes his cock into my mouth, holding my head in what he determined was the perfect position to maximize his pleasure as he wanked his load into my mouth. He gave me a generous mouthful, including a volley or two of cum which ended up on my face and some in my hear. "Clean me up," he demanded so again I more than willingly complied. When he was satisfied, he removed the cuffs, pushed me to the floor pulled up his trousers, retrieved his baton and strode out of the toilet block. Within a minute or so I heard his car pulling away.

Travis, the second ex came over at 1:30. Ex soccer player, so he has a nice body and is a good looking young man. Travis is 5'10" 150 pounds with a 6.5 cock that is avg thick but has a big curve in it. He has only topped me a few times in the 2 years that we dated. The curve is hard to take, so I'm usually drunk when he topped. Offing the ass up today was a big thing to him, so when I told him I was going to bottom, he was all for it. I was on the bed upstairs in a jock when Travis came threw the door of the house. I told him, I was up stairs and come up. I had a dildo and lube laying on the bed. I don't want him to know that I had been fucked twice already. So, I acted like I had been play with myself. I was ass up and waiting I told him. He hit the bedroom in just his briefs, pulling on his cock. He just stood in the door way, saying that I looked hot in the jock, ass up and waiting. He walked over and rubbed my ass and informed me that he has a 4 day load that he wanted to unload and that it may be a quick fuck. I said I wanted it and a quick fuck was ok. I had three more cocks to take and a quick fuck was ok by me. Travis pulled his briefs down, just under his balls and asked if I needed more lube. I told him that I had been play with the toy and was lubed up. He started to slid in and I feel that curve go in, that just totally chances the fuck right there. It's that different angle that gets me every time. I was glad he said it was going to be a quick fuck, he was a good fuck and has tornen my ass up before, but I was not in the mood to get torn up today by him. He bottomed out quick and started to fuck me, this was a fuck and unload. He nor I was looking at a long fuck and he just wanted to unload a 4day load. He was jack rabbiting my ass and told me I was a little loose and should lay off the toy. I just had to laugh to myself and didn't say anything. He was hammering my hole and said that he was getting close to blowing his load. I told him to blow when he was ready, he asked me if I was going to get off and I said I would later. I had blown one load today and had three more fucks coming, I wanted to save it. He grabbed the hips and said take it, I could feel him unloading in me. It must have been a big one to feel it like that. He pulled out with a pop and pulled up his briefs, slapped my ass and thanked me for the hole. I told him, thanks for the load. He dressed and was out the door.

Thanks for your messages guys, I really appreciate it. And I have to say, many more people responded than I had expected, and I definitely am grateful for your candid advice and input. Knowing that a lot of other guys either are or have experienced the same things that I am is encouraging to me, so I'm really glad that I posted on here. Given the comments, I think that I'll talk to my doctor about PrEP next week. I am still neg now, so having confidence that I won't get infected (with HIV, at least) might make me enjoy the sex even more. And, while I definitely do enjoy the risky element of not being on PrEP, I don't know if that feeling will go away if I begin taking it so I might as well try it. I already have been vaccinated for HPV as well, so maybe PrEP will help me be even more uninhibited and able to enjoy the moment while having sex.

dude, you need to go back and look at the ancients like the Greeks and Buddhists, who understood the duality and unity in the human. Greeks celebrated both the rational Appolonian and the Irrational Dionysian sides of their existence. I have multiple degrees and do both. Even working on my doctorate i was a sex pig and escorting, though unlike you, i feel way more at home in a group sex environment than the underfunded, underappreciated publish or perish world of academia, especially here in the USA where intellect is viewed with suspicion and scorn. Embrace you inner beast..i have thousands of sex partners to my name and can still blow a guy away with my big IQ as well as my big cock and hole. ;-)

The three of them snoozed after their sex. Billy was the first to wake up; by a hard dripping cock nudging his ass crack. Mike’s hard cock was trying to poke its way to his virgin hole. Dripping precum along the valley. Mike’s arm was draped over Billy, with his hand cupping one of Billy's pecs. In his sleep Mike pulled Billy more into him. Billy reached behind him and felt Mike’s body, along the side of Mike’s ass feeling the dimple in the cheek. He then ran his hand between their bodies to Mike’s hard cock grabbing it and running the head a little against his hole, feeling Mike’s precum on his hole. Billy moaned a little at the feeling. This woke Cody, who looked down between the two young men in his bed, and saw Billy rubbing his hole with Mike’s hard cock. Cole really wanted to see Billy lose his V card. So his brain immediately began cooking up the idea. Cole carefully reached under the pillow and grabbed his lube. Cole then whispered over to Billy, “Try a little lube, really feel his cock slide on your hole.” Cody then squirted a little between Mike and Billy’s hand. He heard Billy moan more. While Billy was moaning, Mike began to stir awake, very hot and horny. Cole began to lube up Mike’s ass. Rubbing his finger along his hole and dipping more and more lube into Mike’s ass, then slide his finger into Mike and jiggled it against his prostate, and lightly rubbed his prostate. “Oh fuck” moaned Mike, who bumped a little forward right when Billy had Mike's cock against his hole. Mike's cock squirted a little precum right against and a little into Billy's ass, which allowed just a little of the tip of Mike's penis to slide into the lips of Billy's hole. “Mikey ready for another dose of poz cum from my hard cock?” “Fuck yes, I want your cock in me again. Please, please, fuck it into me.” Cole lubed up, being sure to really get his head and inside his foreskin as well as all over the outside of his foreskin well lubed. He then pressed his cock head right to Mike's hole. He squirted a little more lube to the side of his cock, plus a little more in his hand which he moved his hand between Mike and Billy and really lubed up Mike's cock getting him ready for the plan. “Here it comes buddy.” Cole slowly slide his hard cock into Mike. Mike's hole was pushing Cole's foreskin back tighter, making Cole moan both from that and the heat inside Mike's ass. Mike only sighed and moaned as he was filled again with cock. Billy heard the horny sexy sounds behind him. He reached back a little further and felt as Cole's body slid into contact with Mike. Cole with his long arms put his hand on Billy and pulled him more against Mike. Mike's slick cock rubbed up and over Billy's hole, and then the underside was rubbing the hole. Cole moved his hand down to Billy's hard dick, and lightly played with the head, slowly moving his finger around then hard head, while he slowly rubbed his cock in Mike's tight ass, forcing the underside of Mike's cock to rub Billy's hole. “Oh yes, fuckin’ yes” moaned Mike, loving the cock in him, and causing his internal faucet to be turned on, letting the precum flow. Billy whispered to Mike, “Do you like having his dick in you?” “Fuck yes. It's so fucking amazing” “What's it like?” “He's so hard in me, but also so soft, and so hot. Oh fuck that feels good. I love when his head bumps a spot in me. I love the feeling his cock gives all long the inside of my ass.” “Fuck, I really want to feel a cock in me, a real cock not a rubber, but I'm so scared though.” Cole as loving the little talk between the young men. He just kept the very slow pace of fucking Mike, this just may go how he wanted. “‘Oh god, there's nothing like the feeling, you'd love it.” Cole stepped into the pillow talk. While slowly rubbing the little triangle under Billiy’s cock head he whispered to Billy, “Billy boy, you'd love a cock in that nice ass. Between you and I we've got Mikey here all ready, his cock is all wet a slippery, and there's so much lube around your hole, he could slide right in. You want to try?” Cole let go of Billy's cock and reached between Billy and Mike, grabbing the base of Mike's cock and forcing the head down to Billy's hole, then rubbing the head against the hole. As he did this he pulled back out of Mike's ass a little so his big head was right against Mike's prostate, and rubbed his prostate, making Mike moan and squirt out a little more precum into Billy's hole. Billy was moaning as he felt Mike's cock rubbing his hole. “Oh, oh, god.” “You like Mikey’s cock rubbing your hole. You know you want to feel it slide in. You’ll be okay, he’s still nice and clean, and Negative.” With this Cole pushed his cock into Mike all the way slowly and doing so nudged the tip of Mike’s cock into the lips of Billy’s ass. Mike moaned with the feelings front and back. “Come on Billy boy, you can feel Mikey’s cock just kissing the inside of your ass lips. Just move yourself back a little and let Mikey in.” Billy’s will power dropped and he moved himself back a little, letting Mike's cock start its entry into him. The head of Mike’s cock was a third of the way in. Cole took that as the sign to get the rest into Billy, and he pushed Mike with is body into Billy, and gently pulled Billy into Mike. Doing so slid Mike's cock all the way into Billy, nice and even and slow. “Oh, oh shit. Oh my fucking god. Oh, your so hot inside Billy. Your ass is so tight and sucking my cock. Oh shit.” “I… oh, fuck…. Mike your cock feels ….. oh god, push it in further ….. “ Mike thrust into Billy until his pubes and balls were mashed against Billy’s ass mound. “Fuck yeah, Billy boy, your not a virgin anymore. How’s that cock feel in you? You love it don’t you?” “Oh shit, yes. It's feels so good. Oh fuck Mikey, what are you doing, your dick is sort of jerking in me.” Mike was moaning, because Cole was rhythmically shoving his cock deep into him. “Fuck, its not me, Cole is fucking me, and he’s making me fuck into you and making my dick jump. Oh shit, this feels…. Oh fuck, I feel like I’m going to cum soon. Billy your ass is just so fucking hot and tight.” “You want to cum inside Billy boy don’t you. You want to give up another of your last clean loads into him don’t. Billy boy, you want his load don’t you.” Both of them moaned yes together. Cole pulled Billy more against Mike, and really started to fuck Mike harder. Cole's hot poz load was building up quickly. “You ready Mikey, you ready for your next dose of poz cum.” “Fuck yes, oh fuck I’m ready. I’m going to cum too.” Cole pushed himself hard into Mike, and felt the tip of his cock just pierce into Mike's second ring as he fired his toxic load into Mike. Mike felt the molten heat of Cole's semen injecting into him, and he started shooting his negative load into Billy. “Oh shit, Mikey, oh fuck, its so hot, your cumming in me, oh your cum is so warm. Oh fuck, I can’t believe this, oh fuck.” Billy began shooting his load all over the bed, he just was so excited over taking his first cock and a first load of cum. After each of their orgasms wound down, Cole pulled Billy into Mike again, and pushed Mike into Billy. This way keeping the hard cocks in the respective asses. Cole still had an idea cooking in his mind, and he needed to rest for a few minutes.

FS Part 12 Inside the room I there was another exam table, this one was very used. The paint was peaking off and the padded top was ripped open with stuffing pulling out. The stirrups were old as well, some of the chrome coating had come off and they were rusting in the uncovered areas. In between the stirrups, there was stains running down the middle of the table. Mr. Fister was standing to the left of the door, he was slowly stroking his cock. “Mr. Stinger, I will need your assistance with this one. I suggest you remove your clothing.” Stinger didn't hesitate, he was out of his clothes quickly. His cock was hard and sticking straight out in front of him. “In the cabinet, Stinger is a new brown bottle, with what is about to happen we might want to use that one” Fister said. “What is about to go on” I asked. “You are going to become our latest freak, my good man” “It is time” Stinger said, holding the brown bottle. “We can make this easy or hard” Fister said, “the east way is for you to climb on the table and put your legs up, or the hard way is we put you there” Part of me wanted to have them do it the hard way, to make them put me on the exam table. I was unsure if either Fister or Stringer would get violent when putting me on the exam table. I went to the table and climbed upon it and through my legs up in the stirrups. “Good little freak! He knows what he wants” Stinger said. Fister sat on a stool and rolled to the exam table. He was now at my ass. His legs were spread wide, exposing his cock and balls to me, one stood straight outwards and the later hung low between his thighs. Stinger moved to my side, brown bottle in hand. “Let’s begin, shall we?” Stinger nodded, giving the brown bottle a little shake. I heard a metal drawer slide open. The next thing I felt was something cold being rubbed on my sore hole. Stinger twisted the lid on the bottle of poppers causing a little hiss to escape. He took the cap off and put it under my nostril. I breathed in deep. The rush moved through my mind and body. Fingers began to move about my hole, first one sliding in, then two, then three. They moved in and out quickly. The soreness of my ass lite up. I moaned not out of pleasure but out of the soreness. A fourth finger was added to the fingers fucking my hole. Stinger was steadily supplying me with poppers to relax me. My hole was open already from the object fucking me in the chair. My pulse was beating rapidly in my ears. “Punch it Fister” Stinger said. Taking the hint from Stinger, I felt Fister’s fingers ball up, then I felt pressure on my hole from his fist. Working up to this was not going to happen. He pushed against my hole, which was fighting the invading fist. Even with the popper rush I was resisting the fist. “Push out, it will hurt you less” I pushed my hole out the best I could, as he pushed his fist against it. I could feel my hole painfully give way and his fist slid into me. I felt every knuckle on his hand rub against the ring of my hole. My hole stretched over his hand then slowly collapsed around his wrist. “Guess punishing your hole in the chair opened you up!” Fister said, “and here I wanted you to scream, louder than when Dr Clown raped your pussy” I was breathing heavily, my cock was leaking pre-cum onto my belly. “The freak likes his hole filled with a fist” Stinger said “Lets see if he will scream for us, I know Dr. Clown will grow with excitement with his screams” Suddenly, his fist pulled outwards, popping out of my hole. I groaned, not from pleasure but from pain. He then pushed in forcefully, popping the fist into my hole. I yelped. “Oh no, that won't do” With his free hand he motioned for the poppers to be taken away from my nose. Even with out a word spoken, Stinger knew what to do. With the rush gone, he started to punch fuck me over and over. With each punch in my voice grew louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs. “Oh music for the Clown” Foster said excitingly, “his cock will be growing” His fist sped up its pounding in and out of my hole. Stinger was now down near Fister, slowly fisting his hard throbbing cock. He had an evil grin on his face as his eyes were glued to my hole. Fister started to pull his arm back further then hit my hole hard. I screamed each time his fist went into my hole. “Fister, make him scream more and louder,” a scratchy voice over a loud speaker. Fister began to move his other hand i against his fist, only this hand was flat. I started to breathe shallowly and fast. The pain in my hole was so bad, adding to the stretching was the quick scratches that his fingernails were making with his flat hand. “My cock is engorged!” The voice said. Fister continued to punch my hole. I wanted more poppers to help keep conscious, to make sure that they didn't take this too far. My hole was hurting so bad. I felt liquid running down my ass. I was so scared that my hole was bleeding. “Stinger, bring in the clown” I watched Stinger move quickly out it the room, his evil laugh lingered as he disappeared. I heard doors open and slam shut. Fister didn't stop his work on my hole. He wrapped his flat hand around his fist. My hole again stretched open even more, making my screams louder. “Job well done Fister” Dr. Clown said standing naked in the door way. “Thank you Clown” "Shall we join forces"

Wolfs is long gone now a str8 bar. God I miss San Diego, at least the one I moved to 20 years ago. But I think I know exactly who you are talking about lol!!

Haven't gotten off yet but I'm hard and leaking. Maybe the next chapter...

I'm kind of at a loss for words, but I'm feeling so many things now. my ass is still leaking cum and its sore to sit down, so let me start from the beginning this morning on my way into my summer job i pulled up grindr and got a message from a couple looking, 22 and 23. we swapped pics and they were hot as hell, both a year ahead of me at our university, both discreet and in fraternities. not really my type but i was craving dick and they wanted a bottom to use, so obviously we made plans to meet. we met up this afternoon at their place and they were both sweet talkers. they smoked me out a bit (green) and both asked me questions about school and my life and normal stuff. at one point i was so relaxed i was kind of just staring at one of them and all of a sudden the other one pulls me back into him and they both start taking my clothes off. aggressive and hot, I was into it. what happened next is kind of a hot and sweaty blur. somehow we ended up on a bed and i was sucking one dick while my ass was licked by the other. i love to deep throat and they had the perfect size dicks, both about 7 inches and the perfect size to fit my throat. both of them really enjoyed it. at one point fingers started going into me and i told one of them to get the poppers from my shorts pocket on the floor. while i was sucking one dick and getting lube slathered into me, i felt a finger then two go into me, so naturally i clench my sphincter and that drives him wild. i kind of remembered them mentioning condoms before we met but i felt a hot bare dick head on my hole and it got me excited. while i was deep throating one, i felt the other's raw dick head trying to push into me. i stopped and took a hit of poppers and then felt him push it all the way in. the unanticipated raw dick felt so fucking great, and the fact that they didn't even mention condoms once i was there was driving me wild and my dick was rock hard. i blew my load 5 minutes in but stayed hard, something that rarely happens. both took turns pumping their loads into me, mostly on my back while one fucked me and i sucked the other. i came two more times. after the fact we swapped more saliva and i was on my merry way. now its been a couple hours and i still feel their cum dribbling out of me and i just got their phone numbers in a grindr message. very excited for more

PART 4: I gritted my teeth as Hawk’s dick punctured my rectum and a moan escaped my lips. Fucking drugs! I had to focus. He clearly liked knowing he was inflicting pain. Fine. I would let him think I was suffering as much as he wanted while I figured out a way to kill the prick. Until then, it was time to take one of the pieces off the board. I just so happened to know a dumb junkie and having him removed from the equation would ease some of the pressure on me. The challenge now was how to get Chris arrested by the local police and locked up for more than a few days without the DEA becoming involved or without it being traced back to me. Hawk grunted as he deposited his cum in my ass and when he did, the seeds of a plan took root. Once Hawk and his two Aryan goons had gotten what they needed and given me what they wanted - three raw dicks, three loads of questionable-status cum, a hole full of meth shards, and of course what I had stolen for them from the DEA evidence locker - I was ordered to get back to the DEA office to dig around for more intel for Hawk. He was vague about what intel and I asked, “You said you have other people there. Why can’t they get it?” That got me a good slap and a snarl from Hawk who said, “Like I said agent. You’re a very smart man and so far, you have done O.K. Remember what I said will happen if you don’t cooperate and that goes for asking too damn many fucking questions and not doing what I ask, when I ask. Understand?” I showered, packed something to eat, and took a minute to crush up the baggies of meth Hawk had left. Too late to come off the shit now. I had to play my part, but also be smart about it, so I tucked the baggies into the top of my sock, secure inside my boot, and figured out I could use the small pen flashlight on my key chain as a metal straw to snort it up with when it was twisted apart. I wasn’t worried about being caught. Hell even if I walked close to one of the drug sniffing dogs, every agent in the place would set off his sniffer. We were around drugs all the time. The only other thing that might catch me up would be if we did urine tests, but that process was about as regular and current as the evidence locker - so again no worries. Back at the office I tackled a pile of paperwork on my desk and tried to focus on the task at hand and not how I was going to take down those low life animals. I about pissed myself when Paulie walked by and slammed his hand on my desk then pointed at me with a ‘don’t forget to ask your mom about her macaroni salad’ smile reminder. Yeah that was the last thing I was focused on right then. Then it hit me - was Paulie the one watching me for Hawk? I looked around. It could be any of them really - or none of them. How could I be sure? I couldn’t. I just had to keep my cool, do what he asked, and figure my way out of this. The meth helped me get through the stack of files on my desk in nothing flat. I then walked over to the intake desk and picked up the folder with the latest tips and call info. We would get rotated to that desk once every couple of weeks to review and handle any anonymous tips that had come in about drug dealers, sellers, or whatever. Most of it never panned out, but sometimes it did. Today however I was looking for something I could take to Hawk. I was flipping through the stack and had found a couple of promising items when my phone buzzed. “GET HERE - NOW.” It was Hawk. This time when I approached the warehouse where Hawk and his gang cooked and packaged and distributed their meth, I was clearly expected and being watched as the steel door swung open when I was a few feet away. I was frisked by two of Hawk’s masked, armed guards, who took my gun, my badge, my phone, but let me keep the papers I brought - and my DEA windbreaker. I was surprised again at how large the complex seemed as I was escorted down hallways, up stairs, down stairs, and finally we came to a cool, wet corridor that had water dripping from large, overhead pipes. We entered a door at the end of the hall, and there was Hawk, strutting in all his Aryan self-glory. At least he had on pants, but no shirt and his muscles rippled as he finished wiping the worst of the blood off his hands. He smiled, “Ah agent. Good. You are just in time. I want you to meet my competitor. In truth he used to be my protégé. I gave him everything. Even taught him a few secrets of the cook. But then, he then disappeared. Just poof! Gone. I presumed he was dead. Imagine my surprise when we raided one of the labs from the intel you gave us and voila! He was one of many happy findings today.” Hawk circled the man like he was seeking an as yet unbruised part of skin which to abuse. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to try to kick the shit out of him right then and there. “AGENT - AGENT! NO WORRIES. THE METH HIGH WILL EVEN OUT IN A DAY OR TWO. YOU WILL EITHER LEARN TO MANAGE IT TO BECOME A FUNCTIONAL ADDICT, OR NOT. AND IF NOT...WELL...AS YOU CAN SEE I DO TAKE FAILURE AND BETRAYAL SERIOUSLY,” Hawk said as he stepped right up to me. He then finished his little tantrum with, “I want you to kill him agent. One shot. To the head. Here. You may use your own gun even. There is only one bullet in the chamber so you may be tempted to shoot one of my men - or even me instead - remember all those other lives that will be lost from your foolish action.” I didn’t have to consider my response. “No,” I said. “I won’t do it. I will stick to the deal, but I won’t kill or hurt anyone. You might have people at the DEA, but clearly they are fuck ups or you would not need me. I got you more in a few hours than clearly anyone else has in a long time. I’m more useful to you alive but I won’t do this.” Hawk showed his teeth, his jaw muscles twitched as he controlled his anger. Clearly this was a man who not used to being told no. He then patted me on the arm, “Very well agent. Let’s you and I spend some alone time then.” Escorted to a small room that contained a filthy, used mattress on the floor and which was littered with liquor, drug, and smoke remnants, Hawk took off his pants, spit on his dick, and stroked it to it’s full hardness. “SHOW ME YOUR ASS AGENT. NO LEAVE YOUR JACKET ON. YOU ARE MY DEA BITCH. I TOLD YOU I WOULD MAKE YOU A CUM DUMP - MY AIDS FAGGOT - BUT FIRST LET ME SEE IF I CAN ADD SOME OF YOUR BLOOD TO THIS TOWEL TOO. I DO LIKE TO INSPECT MY HANDIWORK.” Hawk was rubbing his coated hands up under my shirt, marking me and cleaning himself off at the same time as the latest shards of meth burned into the cuts and scrapes he had created like a Blitzkrieg that was intent on erasing all resistance to his coming, viral invasion. “YOU READY FOR MY POZ ARYAN CUM AGENT? I WILL IMPREGNATE YOU OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AND JUST LIKE TODAY, EACH AND EVERY TIME WILL BE AS I DEMAND - RAW, BLOODY, AND TO REMIND YOU THAT I OWN YOU LOCK, STOCK, AND BARREL. YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW, TIL DEATH DO US PART AGENT - YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW AGENT AS MY AIDS BUG UNITES US IN A VOW OF POISON!” I lay there and took Hawk’s probing fingers, the digging of his nails, the brutality of his raw dick, and his explosion of eggs inside me. What else could I do then? Nothing. While my logical mind reassured me that fighting back would not gain me anything, that I was outmatched, that I had to focus on surviving and the long game, I could not help but feel ashamed, weak, impotent. When he was done, Hawk spat on my prone body, then reached down and gently tugged my DEA windbreaker back into position, “I MUST LEAVE YOU NOW AGENT. EVEN AFTER ALL I HAVE SAID AND ALL YOU HAVE DONE I STILL BELIEVE THAT SOME PART OF YOU DOES NOT QUITE TAKE ME SERIOUSLY ENOUGH. FOUR OF MY GUARDS ARE OUTSIDE. THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED IN CERTAIN TECHNIQUES TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE. BONES MAY BEND AND NOT BREAK. SOCKETS AND TENDONS MAY MISALIGN AND STRETCH THE WRONG WAY WITHOUT TEARING. THE BODY MAY BE HIT AND PUNISHED SO THAT ANY BRUISING IS ON THE INSIDE AND DOES NOT SHOW. THESE ARE SKILLS THAT MUST BE PRACTICED AGENT. USED. HONED. SO I HAVE OFFERED THEM YOU. OH YES OF COURSE THEY WILL FUCK YOU TOO AND FILL YOUR ASS WITH UNMEDICATED AIDS AND OTHER VIRUSES. NOT ONLY ARE THEY ANXIOUS TO FLEX THEIR UNIQUE SKILLS, THEY ARE ANXIOUS TO - AS THEY SAY - FUCK A DEA BITCH!” The four masked guards entered the room and circled me. I said not a word, but I marked their eyes - eyes I would never forget - and then they began. While they had left their masks on to prevent me from seeing their faces, in addition to their eyes two of them seemed not to notice as the sleeves on their arms slid up during their ‘training’. The patches of skin showed parts of very distinctive tattoos on their forearms. They took my quietness as acceptance of what they were doing to me - it was not - I was using all of my energy to commit those tatts to memory, and filed them with the images of their eyes now burned inside my skull. I would take these animals down too. Meth burned my gut lining as more of it was shoved up my ass and fingered into my nose and gums by the masked assailants. I had lost track of time, of the numbers of connections of their flesh to mine - of their gloved hands to my limbs - of their booted feet to my body. My DEA windbreaker lay in tatters beneath me as it had been sliced off my body by one of the guards. He was now sitting in a chair, his mask rolled up enough so he could smoke. Another guard was kneeling over my head so I could suck on his dick while his cohort plunged in and out of my ripped ass ring. The door slammed open, Hawk strode in, “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO AGENT? GOD DAMN IT WHAT DID YOU DO?” he screamed. Hawk - in his rants and raves - disclosed that Chris, my former best friend/lover who had betrayed me, had been picked up by men driving a dark sedan about 30 minutes ago. One of Hawk’s guys who was watching him saw it all go down. Hawk’s guy also saw that Chris was carrying not only a full supply of meth he was supposed to drop off, but a large backpack of cash from one of the pickups. Hawk had immediately put the word out to the police on his payroll at the local precinct, but Chris never showed there. He never showed up anywhere. Where did the men go? Where was Chris? What had I done? Hawk was livid and spittle flew from his mouth as one question after another pummeled me. With the four guards’ DNA leaking from my bloody ass, the taste of their skin still on my tongue, I sat up, looked at Hawk and innocently asked, “HOW COULD I HAVE DONE ANYTHING AT ALL? I’VE BEEN HERE. FOR HOURS AND HOURS AS YOU KNOW. I HAVE NOT LEFT THIS ROOM SINCE YOU - WHAT DID YOU CALL IT? OH YES - MADE ME YOUR DEA BITCH. AND THEN OF COURSE I WAS JOINED BY YOUR MEN HERE FOR THEIR LITTLE GAME. HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN WHERE CHRIS WAS? HOW COULD I HAVE TOLD THE COPS? DO YOU HAVE ANY WATER? I’M KIND OF PARCHED.” Hawk clearly didn’t believe me, but he also knew that what I said was true. He said to his men, “GET HIS PHONE. CUT HIS FUCKING FINGER OFF TO UNLOCK IT IF YOU HAVE TO. I WANT IT SEARCHED - ALL TEXTS, CALLS, EMAILS, EVERYTHING. THEN CHECK THE SIM CARD.” As Hawk turned in frustration to leave the room I hollered, “So hard to find good help these days isn’t it?” Hawk paused, turned, and glared. I could see on his face and his eyes he wanted to hit me, kick me, fuck me. I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t resist. He had to feel unsure - they all did. Then they would make the mistakes I needed to take them all down. Hawk gave a wild sweep of his arm, “GET THEM ALL IN HERE. EVERY FUCKING ONE. I DON’T CARE IF THEY SWING THAT WAY OR NOT. I EXPECT EVERY GOD DAMN DICK WITHIN A MILE OF THIS PLACE TO FUCK MR. DEA AGENT HERE. DRUG HIM UP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY FOR THIS FUCK UP SO UNLESS ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO STEP FORWARD, THEN IT’S HIM.” In the face of the flood to come I just smiled at my Aryan Master - Game on asshole! Back in the evidence locker, in a corner far to the back, on a shelf covered in grime and dust, nestled at the bottom of a box that had seemingly not been touched in years was an old cell phone with a number that had never been traced, or logged into evidence. It vibrated - white letters appeared on the blue-lit screen: “THANK YOU FOR THE TIP AND ACCESS CODE. IT PAID OFF. WE CAUGHT THE GUY AND GAVE A BLOW TO THOSE POISON PUSHERS. PERP ALREADY OUT OF TOWN IN SAFE LOCATION AND NO ONE OUTSIDE ME AND REGIONAL FBI OFFICE KNOW. NO ONE LOCAL IN LOOP. AND AS YOU SAID HE’S TOO MESSED UP TO KNOW ANYTHING OR PROVIDE GOOD INFO, BUT THE LOSS OF CASH AND PRODUCT COUNTS. ALREADY WORKING ON MIRRORING ALL OTHER TECH PINGS. ANYMORE INFO FALLS INTO YOUR LAP, YOU KNOW HOW TO REACH ME. - ASSISTANT D.A. MCLEOD” (*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!)

You only said no to the dry fuck. He did the right thing by greasing up and rejoining the battle against your anus. I admire and desire his determination, aggression, selfishness, and overwhelming physical superiority. It's a privilege to be the object of such men's lust, anger, and need to breed.

7:00pm on June 3, 2017....My face was pressed into the filthy mattress by my older brother Mark's hand while his cock was forcing its way in and out of my ass. All I could focus on as the smell of cum and piss coming from the mattress, and the sound of my brother's ragged breathing while he raped me in front of his drug dealer DeShaun and the dealer's two thugs who held me down. Every now and then my brother would mutter under his breath, something like "faggot" or "slut", punctuated by a blow to the back of my head. Once he even said something like, "practically begging for it, weren't you". Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was him trying to justify the truly horrendous act he was committing against his younger brother to his drug filled brain, but mostly it just made me feel dirtier (and wonder, maybe, if I had somehow wanted my brother to do this to me). Suddenly, Mark's hand stopped pushing my face into the mattress, and his arm snaked around my throat. He pull me up from a face down position until we were both up in all fours - DeShaun's thugs let go to let the position shift happen - and even though I had thought he couldn't fuck me any deeper or harder, I was wrong. The iron grip if my brother's arm made everything fuzzy as my air flow was getting cut off, and from what sounded like a great distance, I could hear Mark start to breathe more heavily. "Marky Mark - you getting close?" DeShaun asked. He walked over and stroked my older brother's sweaty red face with an almost lover-like gesture. "You gonna POZ that pussy, bitch? Gonna spray your toxic jizz into your little bros cunt and get him pregnant for me?" "Yes...Sir..." grunted Mark, as he raped me even harder. "Gonna fill this faggot cunt up with fuckin death seed. Gonna knock up this virgin pussy." DeShaun leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Hear that, white meat? Your older bro is about to fuckin rape your white faggot cunt to death. After he's done, you ain't gonna be good for anything but to be my nasty faggot whore. So much for fuckin Ivy League and full ride scholarships...you'll be getting plenty of full rides, but the only letters you be earning are STDs." I could feel his tongue licked the side of my face when he was done whispering. I thought I had run out of tears, but I was wrong. Mark was getting ready to climax, pounding harder and harder. I could hear him hissing nasty things through his clenched teeth, "Fuckin hate you...wish you hadn't been born...fuckin nasty faggot slut...gonna POZ your pussy...just...fuckin...DIE". He roared the last word as I felt his cock spasming inside me, pumping warmth into me...and then my ass started to clench while my cock started shooting jizz into the mattress. DeShaun started to laugh. "Oh Lord, white meat...you just shot a huge load from a soft cock...you must have loved getting knocked up by your older bro so much. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He laughed some more. Mark grunted as he pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the mattress. I could hear him putting his clothes on but I refused to look at him. I didn't know how I could ever look at him again - because while I couldn't admit it to myself yet, I wanted what just happened to happen again. "We good, DeShaun?" he asked. "My debt is paid in full?" "Oh, Marky Mark...we good. You actually built up some credit on that, brother." DeShaun chuckled. "Here, take a ball on me." "Enjoy the faggot." Mark said, prompting me to realize he wasn't taking me with him. "He was supposed to leave on a week long trip straight from the graduation party, so no one is going to realize he's missing for awhile." He walked to the edge of the mattress, looking down at me, tears streaking my face, t shirt ripped to hell, boxers and jeans around my knees, blood and cum oozing from my ass, and cum dripping from my cock. He leaned down and spat directly in my face. "If my parents could see him now, they'd rather he was dead anyway. You are doing my whole family a favor." He turned and walked out of the room without another word. I had a feeling I wasn't going to see my brother again for a long time, if ever. "Well, white meat, I bet you are feeling pretty much like you wanna die right now, don'tcha?" DeShaun said gently, "Good thing Daddy DeShaun has just the thing to make it all better. Time for you to meet Ms. Tina, bitch, because your nightmare is just beginning...and this pussy," he reached between my legs, shoved a couple fingers into my ass, and pulled them out covered in pink stained cum, which he held up to my lips, "this pussy is going to get used a lot worse before your nightmare is over." I knew what he wanted, and a twisted, perverted part of me wanted it too...so I opened my lips and sucked the bloody cum off his fingers.

I still have sex with my brother every now and then and he's mostly straight, but we started doing it as kids and now every once in a while we still 69 when his wife is asleep. We strongly resemble one another. So, yes.

I'm at 15 oral loads and 12 anal so far. Shaping up to be a good year.

Last year, I was in a leather bar and I exchanged glances with a group of four guys. They were together and I could tell they were talking about me but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then one of them came over and told me they were all going to fuck me. We moved over to a different part of the bar, I spread my feet far apart, bent over and started taking their cocks. They all fucked me and they were really verbal throughout the whole encounter but the thing that was especially hot was that they weren't talking to me -- they were only talking to EACH OTHER... about me, how my hole felt, who was going to fuck next, etc. There was a real camraderie among them and they cheered each other on as they took turns. I liked that they were verbal but that I was not worthy of being addressed directly, I was just a hole being used.