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Part 3 I kept fighting to push him off of me. I had a good idea of what he had and I didn’t want it, however my efforts to extract my ass from his cock were just a waste of energy. “It’s too late. I’m so turned on” he said smiling, “I've been leaking into your warm hole since I slid in." His cock was pumping faster and harder as he pressed his weight down on me, holding me still as he explained “I need this release," his breath becoming increasingly coarse, even as his cock because increasingly turgid. "I’m so close,” he murmured as his hips pounded ever faster. I gave-up on escaping and counted on him finishing-up after which I could escape, and clean-out his load. Grunting, he fucked me with yet increased energy. "Here it comes,” he announced as he pushed deep into my ass, raised up his body, his hands anchored on my chest as he positioned himself for his explosion, exclaiming "I'm shooting my toxic HIV into your hole!” as he pushed against me more and more, almost slamming his hips into me, repeatedly exclaiming "Take it, take it,” only to collapse on me, laying there gasping for breath but otherwise motionless. I tied to wiggle out from under him, as he was in a relaxed state from his climax, but he sensed it and pressed more of his weight to me, explaining "Oh, we're not done. I still have a couple of loads left in my balls," as he pushed deeper into my ass, somehow trying to find ever more depth. Then with a slight chuckle he explained "I've been saving this up for a while.” I accepted that I was stuck, that I was going to get more poz loads out of my boss. He didn’t wait long until he started to pump his hard massive cock in and out of my hole. With his cum in me, his cock was now wet. I moaned over and over as he fucked me, commenting “The whore likes my big poz cock.” Giving into to the demon lust I answered “Oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me Daddy!” He stood up, grabbed my ankles in his big hands, spreading my legs wide. “You got it baby’ he said smiling pumping his cock into me hard and harder. Oh my hole had never felt like this, it was stretched around a huge cock and the sensations were out of this world. “Give me another load” I yelled. “What kind of load do you want?” he asked. “A poz load, your poz load!” I was now getting into this. I had dropped my guard, my fear and I was letting loose. I wanted more of his furry body, more of his cock and more of his cum. “Oh fuck yeah, I knew I had you pegged right,” he remarked almost to himself. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pounded my hole. Harder and harder he fucked me. The mattress was squeaking and the bed was hitting the wall causing a rhythmic pounding noise. The thuds were getting louder and louder, the faster he pounded my hole. “Oh fuck yeah, give me that big cock” I yelled. He was now pulling completely out of my hole and ramming it back in. The thuds were getting louder too. “Someone’s getting fucked hard in that room” I heard someone out side say. “Harder," I yelled. He was really starting to sweat, which was matting down his fur. He was breathing hard. I could feel his cock hardening up as his balls drew up close to his body as he grunted "Oh, fuck, your ass is milking my cock.” “Shoot it in me deep” I yelled, "poz my ass.” He slammed into me hard and collapsed onto my body, knocking the breath out of me. I struggled to breathe. As the shooting of cum in my ass slowed, he raised up a little, giving each of us a slight breather, after which he explained “The next fuck, you are going to do the work and ride me.” I just nodded.

Part 2 I spent the whole next morning in my cubicle, working. I didn’t see my boss all morning. Lunch time came and went. It was about 1:30 when my phone vibrated. It was the text message that was promised. It read: 9:30 p.m. at the Full Moon Motel, Lakeshore drive, Room 13 The rest of the day my mind wondered, what did I get myself into. I finished the workday, still no sight of my boss, hurried home and got ready. I got in my car and drove out to the motel. I was shocked when I saw it. Not only was it sleazy looking, but it also looked like a setting of a horror flick. I drove around the hotel, only a few cars were parked in the lot. The room I was looking for was on the back side of the hotel, you could not see the road from here, nor can anyone see your car from the road. The lot was dark, and most of the lights were out or flickering in the open halls. I parked and got out. The numbers were missing from door 13, You could see the the out line where the numbers used to be, etched in the paint. I knocked and then waited. “Right on time,” my boss said as he motioned for me to come in. He was still fully dressed in his suit. I went to say something and he put his hand to my mouth. “Strip” he said. I kicked off my shoes and then reached down and pulled off my socks. He moved over to the bed and sat on the corner. I watched him rub his crotch as I undressed. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my smooth defined chest. I started to play with my nipples, pulling on them. I reached down and popped all the buttons on my button fly jeans, exposing my crotch hair to my boss, since I had no underwear on. “Turn around and drop those jeans, Let me see that ass” he said. I turned my back to him and slowly pushed down my jeans as I did I bent over, opening my crack up to him and exposing my hole. I carefully stepped out of my jeans, throwing them over with my shirt. “Even hotter out of your pants” my boss said, “That ass has drove me crazy for a while” I reached back and spread my checks more, giving him a better view of my hole. I pushed it out and sucked it back in. Teasing him. “Strip me” he said. I stood up and moved over to him. While he was still seated, I untied his tie and laid it nicely in the chair near the bed. I went behind him and helped him out of his suit jacket, again putting it nicely on the back of the chair. I, then, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rubbing my hands over the fur on the back of his hands as I did. He stood up, as I began to unbutton his dress shirt, with each button undone, his hairy chest was exposed. It was a forest of black fur with just a few white ones mixed in, causing my cock to get harder. Once fully unbuttoned, I pulled the shirt tail out of his pants and took off his shirt. “Can I please Sir” I asked him, and his only response was a nod. I ran my hands in his fur, exploring his muscular chest hidden within the hair. I slid my hands down his furry stomach to his pants. Undoing his belt first, I continued to strip him. I was about to undo the button on his pants when he cleared his throat. “Shoes” he said. I dropped to my knees, putting my face right in front of that massive bulge. My hands were busy untying his laces, carefully so I would not knot them. I pulled each shoe off and then his socks, still staring at his crotch. I reached up and undid this pants and lowered his zipper. His dress pants slowly slid down his legs, without my help, revealing his black boxer briefs. He stepped out of his pants, allowing me to place them on the chair, folded neatly. He had put his fingers inside the waist band of his underwear. “Tell the boss what you want” he said. “I want your massive cock” I replied. “Where do you want that massive cock” “In my holes” He pulled down his underwear and stepped out. His cock was almost hard and bounced as it popped out of this underwear. He offered them to me. I brought them to my noise and sniffed. I could smell his musk on them. As I was sniffing his underwear, he reach around and put a finger in my hole, slowly circling it. “Pre-lubed, you are a good whore” I pushed back on his finger, which slid into my hole. I took a big sniff of his underwear, taking in his musk. His finger pushed in deep, then slowly slid back out. I pushed my ass back to meet his finger coming back into me. “A very good whore” he said silently. I could feel his cock pressing against my upper thigh. It was driving me crazy, I wanted to touch it, suck it, get fucked by it. With his free hand, he began to move his cock, first sliding it over my ass cheeks, then slapping them with it. He dropped it down on the top of my ass and left it resting there. “Get on the bed, on your back.” he said, “and get those legs high in the air” I didn’t hesitate, even though I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted to taste the musk on it. I was on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed. I lifted my legs up and then brought them into my chest, giving my boss full access to my hole. He positioned his cock at my hole, circling it with his head, gently pushing in against my hole. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. “I brought some condoms, they are in my pocket” I said. “Don’t use them, so we don’t need them” he replied. 

I went to protest, but he was pushing his cock into my hole. I took a deep breathe and pushed my hole out, giving him less resistance. My hole stretched to open around his cock head. I wished I had some poppers, but I didn’t forgot them. I moaned as he slide his massive cock into me slowly. His head popped in and I could feel the meaty shaft sliding into my hole. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in. I could feel his crotch hair against my ass, as well as his huge nuts. Once in he pulled my legs apart and laid on top of me, pressing his full weight on me. I could feel his hot furry torso against me. “See, my wife won’t let me fuck her at all, with or without a condom” he said. He slowly was moving his hips in a small circle. “it’s not that she can’t take my big cock” he said, “she took it fine early in our marriage” He started to pull his cock out slowly, teasing my hole. “I wasn’t the faithful man to her” He was now slowly pumping his cock in and out of my hole, bringing the head back until it was pulling at my hole from the inside and then pushing it back in. “I fucked women and men” I was moaning loudly by now. His cock felt so good in my hole. HIs fur was tickling my smooth skin. “Even took a cock or two up my ass” I wrapped my arms round him, feeling his furry back. He was a walking ape. “I wasn’t careful” he said. The pumping of his cock in and out of my hole was picking up speed. I reached down and grabbed at his furry ass checks, pulling him into me more. “Caught something I couldn’t get rid of” That registered into my mind quickly and I began to panic. I moved my hands between our chests and started to push him back. Fuck this whole fantasy of mine just went to a place I didn’t think or want it to go. He was much stronger than I was and pushed back.

Peter just stood there, smirking at me, pleased with what he had done. His cock hung semi hard. He was looking at his phone, I could see it on his face that he was up to something. “Answer me damn it,” I said, “how could you do this to me: “Me? You had a part in this too, I didn’t see you put up a fight when the escort was fucking you” “How could I, I couldn’t move, he was holding me down and was much stronger” “Bull fucking shit, if you really wanted to fight it you would have, but you just laid there and took it” “I need to go to the doctor or something” “Your ass isn’t going anywhere, its not over yet, you dumb fuck” “What” Before he could answer, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Peter moved over to it and opened it. The man that walked in scared the shit out of me. He was tall and thin and not naturally thin. He was sickly thin. “That him?” he asked “Yeah’ Peter replied. “Ugly fucker, but I will dump my load into him any way” “He’s had two poz loads fucked into him” “My toxic seed will convert him. I have converted at least a dozen men and boys, never had to pump a second load into them, converted on the first” I just laid there, listening to this twisted, fucked up conversion. I jumped off the bed, determined to lock myself in the bathroom and save myself, but Peter and the man were quick and they both grabbed my arms, yanking me back. “Oh no you don’t, you are not escaping this” Peter said, “hold him, I think it’s time to tie his ass to the bed.” The thin man sighted his grip on my arm and grabbed the one Peter was holding. Peter went to his back and pulled out some leather cuffs, 4 in all. “If he tries to escape or fight me, punch him in the gut” Peter said. “My pleasure” the thin man replied Peter worked quickly to put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then went back to his back and pulled out two long thick ropes, he threw one end of each under the bed. He returned to me. Getting right into my face, he start to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight it, but couldn’t. They moved me to the bed, forcing me down onto my stomach, my arms were stretched out toward the edge of the bed and my wrists cuffs were attached to the ropes. The rope was barely long enough to reach my arms, so I was stretched more. The tension kept me from moving. My legs were pulled wide open and were attached to the rope by the cuffs on my ankles, spreading my legs wide. Once I was secured to the bed, the thin man began to undress. I watched as he exposed his smooth, emaciated body to me. His chest and stomach had no fat on them and I could see his ribs. As he undid the button and pulled down the zipper on his shorts, I began to feel tears welling up and running down my cheeks. “Of fuck, man up you pussy. You know you wanted this” Peter said. The shorts dropped, exposing his crotch to me. It was hairless. His cock was thick and steadily growing. It was cut and had a big acorn head. His balls hung down low between his smooth thighs, which was like a road map of veins. “I didn’t want this” I said sobbing. “Yeah right, wasn’t it you who said that he wanted to be like me. Wasn’t it you who said you wished we didn’t have to us condoms” Peter said angrily. The thin man climbed on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. He reach under me and grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them back. “The fucker is into this, his cock is hard” he said to Peter. Peter just laughed. I could feel the thin man moving and positioning his cock head at my hole. Peter had wrapped his fingers around his cock and was slowly fisting it. Without warning, the thin man pushed his cock in, driving it completely in. I could feel his hot crotch on my ass. Peter watch closely as it disappeared into my hole. I let out a soft moan, not wanting either to know that the cock in my hole felt good. The thin man lowered his torso onto my back and began to lift his hips, pulling his cock out of my hole. He slammed his cock back into me, repeating this over and over. His mouth was next to my ear. I could feel his breath slowly releasing into my ear. “Damn fucker, your ass feels good on my AIDS cock” he whispered. My eyes widened. “Your boyfriend got you a full blown cock” he said, “You should feel special, I don’t give my deadly load to just anyone” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, a fucking AIDS top that was picky on what hole he fucked. I almost laughed. “But when your boyfriend contacted me and said it was a forced infection, I said yeah even though I thought you were ugly as shit” His cock slammed into me over and over. His balls bounced off my ass. “Please stop Peter, I need to get to the hospital, it might not be too late.” I pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and take it” Peter said. The thin man kept fucking my hole, slamming his cock into me. I could feel wetness slowly moving down my balls. “This pussy is fucking sloppy, just from two loads,” the thin man said. Peter got down front of me, looking me start into my eyes. His blue eyes were blurry from my tears. He ran his hand through my hair, gently stroking it. “Relax baby, it will be over soon and you will be free” he said so sweetly. “Oh fuck I ain’t going to last long” the thin man said. “See baby it’s almost over” Peter said. “Oh fuck, it’s too late now, I am shooting my AIDS load into your hole” the thin man said grunting with each pulse of his cock as he shot. Peter stood up and was stroking faster and faster. His cock was aimed at my face. I could tell he was getting close to shooting. Within seconds his head went back and his piss slit opened. HIs cum shot out, the first shot hitting me in my eye, which burned instantly. The rest hit all over my face. I pulled on the ropes to try and get my fingers up to my eye, to get the cum off it, but I couldn’t move. “Nice shot” the thin man said as he pulled his softening cock out of my hole. “Going to leave it there, just so he knows who’s in charge here” Peter said, wiping his cock in my hair. “That should take” the thin man said as he was dressing. “oh there are more to come, so we will have a conversion, no doubt about it” I was confused by Peter, he was playing this Dr. Jekyll / Mr Hyde game, which I had never seen before. Angrily mean one minute and sweet the next. What the fuck was going on with him. He knelt down next to the bed, again stroking my hair. “Oh baby you are doing so good,” he said as he phone went off. He quickly stood and went to it. Smirking and laughing as he read it. “Bitch your next fuck is almost here,” he said, “don’t be a fucking cry baby and embarrass me again”

"DAMN Right, pig!" leather daddy grunted in response to our hungry bottom pig's outburst of hunger. "Daddy's filling you up full again boi. Marking you as MINE!" Another hard thrust forward of Daddy's pelvis and he began to erupt inside the sub's already-cum-drenched guts. "OH FUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! Breeding you bitch! Giving you another HOT load of Daddy's special potent cum! Take it pig! Fucking take it and LOVE it!!" I felt my just spent dick beginning to stir watching daddy's powerful body shudder and tremble as his nuts dumped another load of POZ toxic juices deep inside Trevor's hole - only the second load ever to enter that pig's cunt and both of them were POZ and unmedicated! So fucking nasty dirty and pervy! Just like everything with my - now, OUR - leather daddy is. "Yes, yes, daddy! Fuck me with your hard bare dick! Fill your sub boi's tight hairy hole with your tina cum! Make me yours! I want everything you and my pig bro have for me! Please, Sir! Give it all to me!!" Trevor sure the fuck seemed and sounded like he had crossed the line that daddy intended him to cross. There were still at least 2 or 3 things that we had to know he'd be willing to do before daddy's plan was complete. Well, at least the first part of his plan which was to convert the pig into an eager sub slut who craved raw cock and cum in his ass! And one of those things I was going to test him on now while he was beginning to feel the added double buzz of two loads of tina cum shooting into him. I took hold of his head and turned him back facing me and my rigid dick just fractions of an inch from his sexy full lips. He licked them sensually as he moaned with another thrust from daddy. "You said you wanted all my cock juices, pig. I've got more to give you. Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah!" daddy muttered as he knew what I was offering the pig bitch. "Fuck yeah bro!" Trevor cried. "All of it! Everything! GAWD! I can't get enough of yours and daddy's dicks and cum!" I pressed my cockhead against his lips which were already opening to welcome my shaft back inside his warm mouth. "Then take it, boi. You said you want it ALL, so that's what I'm giving you! Swallow it bitch. Swallow my fucking chem piss!" With that last word I again grabbed him tight by his thick sweaty curls of black hair and let my flow of hot tart tina piss begin filling up his mouth. "So damn fucking hot!" Daddy breathed out as he watched this part of Trevor's initiation begin. "Fill him up son. Give him that sweet tina piss and get him even hungrier than the little pig already is!" I felt Trevor's body tense up slightly when he heard me tell him to drink my piss, but as I held his head tight and daddy's cock was still buried in his ass, he had no choice but to drink and swallow. "Swallow it boi", Daddy commanded him, leaning his muscled frame down against Trevor's tight sweaty back. "Learn to love it just like you love cock and cum! Make Daddy proud of you and daddy and your bro will make sure you get everything you need tonight and all weekend! Drink his tina piss and let the chems fill your mind and blood, releasing yourself to the full pleasures of what a true sub bottom pig can have." Daddy's smooth sexy voice was so hypnotic and commanding, I felt Trevor relax his whole body and his throat as I felt and HEARD him begin to swallow my flow of golden juice. Then Daddy and I both heard it and locked eyes smiling at one another - we heard a small guttural moan of lust and need from the pig boi's throat as lust and tina took control over more of his mind. Then another moan, louder and longer as I felt his mouth begin to suck on my cock, eager to draw out more of my warm piss! "Fuck yeah, bro!" I said. "That's it fucker. Yeah, you're liking that piss now aren't you? Just like daddy said you would. Just like he and Tina taught me to enjoy it. So fucking sexy hearing you gulp it down! You can have it all weekend whenever you want!" Trevor mumbled around my pissing cock as he grabbed my hips to hold steady. My flow was beginning to come to an end and as I indicated this to daddy he smiled and whispered into Trevor's ear, "And if you like that piss going down your throat, pig, you're gonna fucking LOVE having chem piss flooding your pig pussy too. Just like Daddy's going to do NOW!!" And with that Daddy raised back up, grabbed Trevor's hips and begin to let loose. "AHHHHHHHHHHH yeah....feels so good pissing in you pig. Take it boi! Take daddy's hot chem piss and let it increase the pleasures of this weekend!" Trevor pulled his mouth off of my dick, a few last dribbles catching on his lower lip and chin, and turned around to face leather daddy. "GAWD YESSS, Daddy! Give it to me. Fill my ass and mouth with tina cum and tina piss! Make me a flying fucking nasty pig boi for my daddy and bro to use! I WANT it!!"

Part 1 Fuck, right there on the front of my khaki pants was a huge wet spot. I knew it was a bad idea to read the stories on Breeding Zone at work, but what was really worse, was I had to piss. How would I get from my cubicle to the mens room on the other side of the office without my co-workers seeing my huge wet spot? I put my head in my hands to think. Shit, I thought back to school when I had had to try to hide an inopportune hard on when called upon to go up to the board. Okay, hands in pockets - fuck that wouldn't work. Book in front of the crotch. Okay that would work. But wait - there were no books - but there were files. Yeah, a file would work. “Everything okay?” a voice asked from behind me. “Yeah, just trying to think” I replied, turning around my chair. Fuck, it was my boss. I panicked a little. Had he caught me looking at my phone reading the stories and gently rubbing my hard on in my pants. I had lusted after this man for so long, but not in an obvious way, but who wouldn’t. He was a little over six feet, salt and pepper hair, with the same in his goatee, and he filled out his suit perfectly. It was if is tailor had painted on his suits of him. You could always see a little tuff a hair sticking out of his collar, just behind his tie, with more tuffs at the cuffs of his sleeves leading to his furry hands. He walked around with a huge bulge in his crotch. I only had one word that really described him: DADDY. “Okay carry on” he said walking away. Grabbing my folder, I headed to the restroom, hiding my wet spot all the way. A s I entered, the lights flickered on. I was relieved that no one else was in the rest room. Grabbing a hand full of paper towels, leaving the folder on the sink. I headed to the stall. I shut the door and locked myself in and inspected my trousers. “Shit” I said out loud. The spot was bigger than I remembered. I took the towels and rubbed the spot trying to dry it. I began to worry that my coworkers would think I pissed on my self. It began to dry a little and disappear. Once it was small enough that people didn’t notice, I left the stall and stepped up the the urinal, unzipped and pulled out my soft cock. I was about to start to piss when the men’s room door opened and footsteps walked to the urinal next to me. “This is where you disappeared to,” my boss said. “Yeah,” I said nervously. “Don’t be pee shy on my account” he said, looking up from my cock. Damn, these older buildings with no dividers between the urinals are a blessing and a curse. I looked over and looked him right in the eyes. He had a big smile on his face. His hand were unzipping his dress pants. I looked down and watched him reach inside and pull out his cock. My eyes widened. His cock was so fucking thick. My first instinct was it was almost as thick as a beer bottle. And it was still fucking soft. The head along was huge. “Don’t be scared, it’s very friendly," he said. My eyes widened more, almost to the point of where they could pop right out. My boss knew I was looking at his cock and he was flirting with me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look” I said nervously. “Don’t be shy. I have seen you looking at me, looking at my crotch," he said. I was so scared and nervous I was about to pass out. I think my cock shriveled. “I have been watching you too, especially that ass” he said as hit piss start to flow and hit the back of the urinal. “You’re married” I said. “Oh, it’s complicated” he said. “Oh” I replied. “I need you to stay after we close. I have a special project for you” he said. He finished pissing, put his cock away and zipped up. I heard him behind me washing his hands. I closed my eyes and concentrated, getting my piss to flow. By the time I had finished, he was gone. My mind raced with thoughts and questions. I could only stare into the mirror, lost as I washed my hands. I returned to my desk and looked at the clock. Only two hours until closing and everyone would be leaving. I busied myself, trying to keep my mind off this after hours project he had for me. Each time I looked at the clock, only a few minutes went by. Time was dragging. I decided to stop looking at the clock and when I looked up again I saw the last person heading to the elevator. “You coming?” she asked. “Just finishing this report up. I'll be out of here in about 15 minutes or so.” The bitch didn’t even wait for my response. She simply rushed to get to the elevator, throwing me a casual wave. , she was rushing to get to the elevator waving at me. When she was gone, I got up and headed to my bosses office. Knocking on the door when I arrived. “Come in,” he said. As I did he motioned for me to sit down. He was behind his desk. As I sat down, he got up and moved in front of his desk, sitting on it in front of me. His suit jacket was unbuttoned and his crotch was huge. “I’m not going to beat around the bush here” he said, “I am going to propose something, if you say yes it must be a secret here in the office, If you say no, it’s okay, but if you got to HR, I will flat out deny it and your career here will be over.” “I understand.” “I need someone to give me some stress release. My wife refuses, and you are my choice” he said, “Understand?” “Yeah, I think so.” “We would meet at your place or a motel, you will give me my release,” adding “at least twice a week." I just stared at his eyes. “This will not help your career here in any way” he said. I just nodded. “Before you answer, let me show you what exactly you will be dealing with.” I watched as he undid his belt, letting it hang on each leg wide open. He then unbutton his pants and unzipped them, opening them wide. I could see his black underwear inside. I looked up at his face, seeing his smile grow. My eye went back down to his crotch. His hand moved inside his underwear, then pulled out his cock and balls. His cock hung over his balls, thick and veiny. His balls were huge too, not quite the size of eggs. Everything just hung there. I looked up and his eyebrows raised up. His hand moved back to his cock and wrapped around it, slowly fisting himself. His cock twitched and grew, thickening a little more, even as it grew substantially in length. I had seen a cock like this in porn, only it was uncut. His cock was the cock version of Lito Cruz. My mouth dropped a little, as I watched this meaty cock harden in front of my eyes. He let go, it was hard but still had a bit of softness to it. “I think it likes you,” he said coyly. I just nodded, I was speechless. “Are in you or out of this special project?” he asked. “Oh, I’m in, I'm definitely in.” “Excellent, tomorrow night is our first meeting. You will get a text of when and where tomorrow afternoon” he said, tucking his cock back in his pants.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty Eight The more I was on the fuck bench unable to more, the more my legs and arms ached. I tried to concentrate on the men fucking me, but I was hurting. I could hear the men cheering as they continued to fuck me. I had really lost count on how many of the men had fucked me and dumped their toxic loads into my boy pussy, as they were calling it. “Drew, think we have time for round two, now that he only has two more loads to take” “Fuck yeah, I wanna give him another load”
 “I don’t see why not, he’s not going anywhere,” Dad said. “Damn we haven’t given someone sixty loads since Garrett was initiated” an anonymous voice said, “and he bitched about it” “I didn’t bitch” Garrett said laughing I had two more loads to collect and I was in the club officially and it didn’t seem like i had a choice of wether or not I wanted to do “round two.” I was silent, only moaning as I was fucked harder and harder. I had put my head down, not sure what to do or think” “Look at me son” Dad said. I looked up and Dad was kneeling in front of me. He had a smile on his face and I could see he was proud of me for getting through my gang bang initiation. “Round two won’t be that hard, most of the men are fucking and sucking each other now. They will only want to shoot in your hole.” he said. “Fuck Daddy, if we are going to do round two, let’s do it right. They fuck me and use my hole to make them cum” I said. “That’s my fucking boy” he said proudly. Standing up, he got the attention of the men behind me. The man fucking me continued. Dad’s hard cock was right in front of my face and if I could grab it, I would have had it down my throat. “Okay guys, the boy is up for round two, only he wants it done right, no using each other’s holes to get close then cum in his pussy. He wants his hole used as all the way” The men behind me cheered as they heard this. The man fucking me gripped my hips harder and slammed his cock in deep. His cock pulsed and twitched as he pumped his load deep into my sloppy, cum filled hole. “Load 29” he yelled, “I will be ready when it’s time to put load 59 in” He pulled out and the last man slid into my hole. There was no resistance and it was so wet from the cum that his dry cock just slid in balls deep with ease. “Fuck this hole is full” he said as he began to pump my hole. I could hear men in the back huffing poppers, getting their rush as round two would be beginning as soon as this man shot his load into me. He was gripping my hips tightly, as his hard cock pumped in and out of my hole. Cum was running down from my hole, to my balls and down my cock. His grunting was loudly, as his thrusts were short and hard. I could feel his cock tense up as he was close to shooting his load. The cheering behind me got loader and they all began to chant: “Shoot, shoot, shoot” “The Club welcomes our newest poz member!” Dad said. He moved around to my face and knelt down. His lips locked on mine, his tongue went into my mouth and he kissed me long and deep. He pulled back smiling. “Get the blindfold, let’s let him stretch and then it’s back down on the bench for round two!” A dark piece of fabric was placed over my eyes and nose and tied behind my head. I felt my legs and arms being untied. Two arms on each side of me helped me up off the fuck bench. I stood for just a moment, then moved. “Look at that goddam cum waterfall between his legs” someone shouted. “Fuck I hope we got that on film” “I sure did, I get it from beginning to end” one of the cameraman said. I could still feel the cum running out of my hole down my legs as I slowly moved about. I was being held up by two unknown men still. “Fuck, would y'all look at Garrett,’ someone said, “the perv is down on his knees licking up that river of cum” I could hear slurping coming from below. “Here get it from the source” one of the men holding me up said. I was turned around and bent forward. I pushed my ass out and waited for Garrett’s mouth and tongue to touch my hole and it didn’t take long. His tongue was licking all over my ass, even getting down to my balls. “Any one wanna get in here?” he asked, then moving his mouth to my hole. I felt his hand on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to get his mouth deeper on my hole. The room filled with a slurping noise as he suck the cum out of my hole. “Leave some so we have some lube for round two” Dad said, pulling him off my hole. “Ah Daddy, you such a party pooper” Garrett said jokingly. “Let’s getting on the bench, I need my cock up that boy pussy!” someone said. I was moved back to the bench and tied back in place. Once I was there I thought that they would remove the blind fold, but I was wrong. I felt someone pul my cock and balls out from under me and placing them against the bench but pointing down. I felt a hand on my back, as someone presented my nose with the little brown bottle, pinching the other nostril shut, as I deeply inhaled. At the same time a cock rammed balls deep in me. I inhaled again, then held it for about ten seconds. Once the bottle was away from my nose, a cock head touched my lips, pressing and opening my mouth. The man fucking my hole grabbed my hips and started to pound my ass roughly as the man who’s cock I was sucking, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. All I could do was moan as I was fucked at both ends. Round two had started and I was again a pig in heaven.

Each day was passing as a dark blur for Jason as he struggled to come to terms with what had happened that night. He couldn't remember most of it, he didn't want to. However he could still see the disgusting homeless man, naked and riding his hard cock, whenever he closed his eyes he could see the face and hands grabbing for him, and in the dark he was still so scared hands would grab at him. His girl had popped over a few times, mainly to shout about having left her in the club, and bang on about him not returning her calls and messages. He couldn't speak to her, hell he could barely look at her. He was an empty shell, breaking apart, and that was far too much effort for her to be dealing with. He couldn't recall the words used but it was clear when the door slammed behind her, she wouldn't be coming back. As the days crept on, he was finding it more and more painful to piss. Taking down his boxers he would often have to unstick the fabric from his cock, and he had to push his piss out causing a deep burning sensation. It was becoming agonising, that and every time he tried to take a shit it felt like he was pushing out shards of glass. Jason couldn't go to his doctors about this. The doctor was a family friend and he had been in enough family conversations to know that doctor patient confidentiality was bullshit. So he knew he would have to find some other clinic nearby. Searching the net he found a few results for walk ins but they were all private and he couldn't afford it. His attention was then drawn to the card he had found in his trackies. It was a doctors clinic. He checked the website and it seemed pretty fancy and professional located only a few tube stops away from his place. It was a private clinic but it also offered free treatment for training students as it was used as a teaching establishment. This could work and Jason hoped it was a sign of a change of luck, hopefully he could start getting past this nightmare. Two days later Jason managed to make his way into the clinic limping through into a reception waiting area. Wearing a white polo, black cap and loose black trackies, he was trying to avoid brushing his dick against any material as it was burning most of the time now and with a squeeze he could practically milk out a nasty discharge. He walked up to the reception and waited to be called by one of the two men sat behind the desk. As he sat down in the chair, a very tired and bored young man began asking him basic questions; was this his first visit, first name, last name, date of birth, was he willing to be part of the teaching program. Jason mumbled his way through anxiously adjusting his cap as the questions began to get more personal and louder as the waiting room seemed to get quieter. “Gay or Straight?” asked the man sat staring into his computer screen. “Straight” replied Jason “Who did you last have sexual contact with?” “erm what?” Jason responded “Who did you last fuck? Easy enough right?” “Erm I dont know, look does that matter?” asked Jason. “Well that all depends, why are you here today?” snapped the man. “I just need a doctor to look at my... erm... my penis” Jason awkwardly said as his face started to blush. “Oh and why is that, whats wrong?” “I think its infected or something” Jason said. “Sure well everyone thinks they are some sort of doctor, self diagnosed no doubt. Ok I need to see before I carry on. Stand up and drop your trousers and pants please”. The man turned his attention to Jason in expectation. “Well come on stand up and get it out”. “What here?” Jason asked baffled. “Cant I go to a room or just let a doctor see it” “Listen mate. We are all professionals here, we see his sort of shit everyday, little chavs boy who want to get in a room and stock up on party favours. So before you go anywhere get your dick out and lets see you are telling the truth” Jason wanted to get up and leave. But this was agony. His dick was burning all the time and he didnt know what else he could do. His face a deep shade of red he looked to the floor and slowly lowered his trackies revealing his cock and balls. The receptionist scooted up off his chair and leaned over the desk grabbing Jasons dick between two bare fingers and gave it a squeeze. A creamy discharge began juicing out of Jason's encrusted piss slit as he breath caught in his throat. “Yeah ok I'll give you that, that looks pretty nasty” said the receptionist as he ran his finger over the slit gather up a dollop of the discharge on his finger. He sat back into his chair and took a sniff. “Yeah thats pretty nasty. Anything else bothering you or just the cock” “Erm..” Jason mumbled to the floor “my bum hurts”. “You what? Gonna have to speak a little louder, what hurts?” “My arse hole, it hurts, something's wrong and it hurts to shit alright” Jason sad crossly, as his humiliation unfolding began to become to much. “Turn round and bend over then lets see” Jason allowed his trackies to drop further down as he turned around and bent over slowly pulling his cheeks apart and allowing his sore swollen hole to gently open. Doing so he could see faces of waiting patients all smirking at his situation. All men, all dirty pervs no doubt, in fact he could even see one or two adjusting the bulges as he realised he was basically showing off his arse in the middle of the room for all to see. Snapping him back to attention he suddenly whinced as he felt a finger being jabbed inside him. Bolting upright he turned around and quickly grabbed at his trackies pulling them up at a rush. The receptionist was staring at him smelling the same finger he had just been rubbing over his dick and no doubt had just pushed up inside his arse. 'Wait', Jason though, 'Should't he be wearing gloves or something'. The receptionist coldly spoke “I thought you said you were straight?” “I am” Jason muttered. “A hole that ruined, you ain't straight. Unless some chick was fucking you with a big fat strap on, but plastic doesn't give you what you've got dirty boy” Jason stumbled not knowing what to do, where to go or where to look. It felt like the entire room was looking at him and in truth it was. “Anyway go sit down and wait for a doctor to call you in, theres seats here in front of me or you can go round the corner for some more privacy” Jason quickly scuttled round the corner to avoid any of the eyes. As he turned the corner he saw a few empty seats and sat two seats down from two other patients. They seemed to be chatting quietly and casually together which suited Jason as he just wanted to be alone. He grabbed one of the magazines off the table and began to flick through it as a means to escape this hell he was in. Flicking through the pages he could just see more and more muscled hairy men, dressed in leather in more and more revealing poses. Jason flicked to the front cover of the magazine and realised he had grabbed some sort of dirty porn mag. He threw it back onto the table looking for another but realised it was all porn. An odd sound drew his attention and as he looked up he saw that one of the two guys had pulled his trousers down and was getting head off the other. His head thrown back he was softly moaning and the other guy was slurping up and down getting the head wetter and wetter. “Don't draw too much attention” muttered the guy as he lifted his new friend's head off his dick, lifted him up, exposed his arse by pulling down his trousers and sitting him straight down on his hard dick. “Oh come on, no one really minds here” said the bottom as he slowly shifted his weight up and down with a carefree ease as he smiled at Jason and gave him a wink. “Enjoying the show mate?” Jason's mouth hung open. What the fuck was going on, this was a hospital right? What was going on. “JASON” came a loud voice from around the corner. “JASON?” There was a loud audible sigh from the owner of the voice, but Jason hadn't registered still in shock as he was watching two men fuck openly in public right in front of him. “JASON DYLAN, 21, Infected Penis and Infected Anus!” came the frustrated shout across the clinic. Jason immediately jumped up and ducked around the corner, to the sniggering of the various other patients. “Finally thank you for wasting all of my time this morning” said the male nurse in front of him. A stunningly handsome man, Jason felt all the more awkward knowing that this man just saw him as a leaking dick. “Right follow me please, we are in teaching room 2 down the hall here” As Jason followed the Nurse through a distinguished looking gentleman rose to shake Jason's hand. Jason caught his eye and couldn't place him. He recognised this man but for the life of him he couldn't remember where or how. He hadnt ever seen any other doctors that he knew of. The doctors hand took a tight grip and shook Jason, his thick arms visible under the tight white shirt. “Why yes hello boy. Glad you could make it. Now before we start if you could please disrobe and Nick if you could help him onto the examination table” Jasons mind was in overdrive as he was frantically trying to recall where he knew this face and voice. Nick pulled his polo over his head and laid him back on the examination table. His feet where placed into metal stirrups and, he was slide down so his entire crotch and arse was on display. Nick careful placed Jason's arms into two rests and began to secure each hand in place and then each ankle. Jason briefly looked at Nick in confusion but received no acknowledgement or response. The nurse was simply performing a medical task, something he had obviously done many times and who was Jason to question it. “Right then boy” said the large Daddy doctor as he got in-between Jason's spread legs. “Lets see what damage was done shall we”.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Nine I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, as my hole was fucked hard and deep. My own cock was hard, but I wasn’t sure if I was leaking or if it was more cum running from my hole. I could hear chatter behind me, but was not sure what was being said. The cock in my hole slammed in deep, pulsing as it pumped it’s second poz load deep in my hole. The cock in my mouth pulled out, taking the mouthful of spit with it, I could feel the spit running down my chin. “Front hole is open” someone said. The cock in my hole pulled out and another cock slid in. Someone put the bottle of poppers back under my nostril. I inhaled deep again and held it. The bottle was moved to my other nostril, I inhaled deeply and held it. I could feel the rush intensifying. “My mouth is open for cock” I said. Almost instantly a cock presented it’s self to me and I took it in deep. I formed a ring around the shaft as my tongue was running up and down it. The cock slid into the back of my mouth and down in my throat. Hands gripped my hair, holding on tight, as the cock began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat. The man fucking me was slapping my ass checks as he drove his cock deep into my fuck hole. Each cheek was getting a bit warm as he continued the slapping. “Fuck him good” someone yelled “Damn Drew, your boy is almost as good as you” “Like father like son” another voice called out. “Yeah, they both are cum whores” The man fucking me slammed his cock deep into my hole, shooting his load. “Move your ass, it’s my turn in that boy pussy” someone yelled. I could feel the man in my hole being pushed out of the way. As soon as he was gone someone pushed in. My hole was getting sore, very sore, but I was determined to get through the second round. “Fuck his hole is puffy and sloppy” “Just like a good whore should be” someone said, “Isn’t that right Daddy Drew” “Fuck yeah it is, especially boy pussy” my Dad answered. It didn’t take long for the cock inside my hole to shoot it’s load. The cock fucking my mouth just continued, but he had slowed down. Each time his crotch and balls met my face he would press into me hard. The spent cock in my hole pulled out and was replaced by another. This one didn’t waste time, he quickly started to roughly fuck my hole. His cock stabbed at the back of the inside. Each stab hurt just a little, which caused me to grunt when the cock was not in my throat. The cock in my mouth pulled out some, which allowed the little brown bottle to be shoved under my nose again. Inhaling deeply, I felt the rush run through me. Once the bottle was pulled away, the cock started to fuck my mouth again. “I’m gonna cum, give me that hole” someone said. The cock in my ass pulled out and a new one moved in. I felt a shot of cum hit my puffy hole and then the cock was pushed into me deep. “Dumping my AIDS” the man said. There was cheers from the rest. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and so did the cock in my mouth. The cock that was fucking me before slid back in and started to pound me. “Mixing those strains” he said. A cock was presented at my mouth, a new one. “Taste that AIDS cum, pussy boy” the man said, “this cock just pulled out of your hole, NOW CLEAN IT.” I didn’t hesitate. I took it into my mouth deep. The taste of the mixture of ass juice and toxic loads filled my mouth and I eagerly sucked it down. “Clean that cock son” my Dad said in my ear, “Get that load out of that cock in your ass and we will move you to the sling” “Yeah fucker, but the blindfold stays on” I tried to push back on the cock in my hole, but being tied down to the fuck bench I didn’t move much. I tried to squeeze my hole more around the cock, but it didn’t move much, only added to the soreness. The cock in my mouth pulled out. I felt a hot breath on my face. I assumed the owner of the cock I was cleaning knelt down. “Good job boy” he said, “always knew you would grow up and be like your Dad. Coach Paul and I had a bet on who would get you first. Bastard won” I just grunted from the fucking of my hole. The cock had picked up speed and was getting rougher. “Every time I saw that ass walking the halls, my cock got hard boy.” he said. Suddenly his lips touched mine, locking me in a hot kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were holding my face as he kissed me passionately. I felt his goatee against my face, which caused so tickling and some prickling of my skin. We head that kiss as I was getting pounded. The cock inside me pushed in hard and deep and stayed there. I knew he was unloading one more toxic load into my hole. The man kissing me broke our lip lock, rubbed his hand in my wet hair and said: “Good boy” Leaving me wondering who it was. I knew it was someone that knew Coach Paul, but who. I also knew he was at my school. So many possibilities. As the man pulled his spent cock out of my hole, I was being untied by other men. Before I could move, I was lifted up and flipped. “Off to the sling”

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?”

Bf & I are so tied of his teasing us and everyone else we are going to fix that.

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

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.

I attended my first CumUnion a couple of months ago in Vegas. And let me say it was amazing. I was very nervous and excited so I arrived somewhat early. Not surprisingly at that point in time there weren't too many guys in attendance, so for the most part (initially) I just wandered around, watching the club fill-up, and as I hoped, after a bit of time had passed the management opened the back room, which, when I checked it out, I knew was my kind of spot. In the middle of the room against a wall was a platform stairs that had bedding on it. Leading up to this point I has been too nervous to actually do anything, but as I walked up to the platform a pair of hands grabbed me and bent me over the platform from behind. I never really saw who it was but I am thankful to him. The unknown man slid my towel off my ass, and caressed my cheeks. Somewhat flustered I was about to say something when a bottle or poppers was thrust under my nose. Breathing in deep my head went fuzzy and I ended up just laying in the platform with this stranger behind me groping my ass. "Good boy, here we go," the stranger whispered into my ear as I also heard him spit on my ass and I feel his dick rubbing on my hole. A small moan escapes from my mouth. Mercifully he made me take several deep hits of poppers before he added some additional spit to my hole and thrust into my ass. At first it was quite painful, so naturally I bucked, trying to get up, but he dropped all his weight on my back, holding me still as he pumped slowly in and out of my ass, wordlessly growling his approval. My ass finally opens up and he goes faster, and before I know it I was moaning and screaming like a whore. "Oh, yeah, boy, take my dick! Take my fucking load," he grunted just as I felt him thrust deep before pulling out. Laying on the platform still before I can even move another dick enters my hole. Some other guy who I can't see has started fucking me next. An older gentleman starts playing with my dick as the other guy fucked me, whispering "Get ready boy. You have 's' line forming behind you all ready to breed that ass." I whimpered in response as the second guy continued to fuck me faster and faster, shouting just as he added his load to my ass. Once again as soon as he pulls out another dick is in my ass. That night I lost count of how many guys fucked me and how many loads I had. I could barely walk and cum was dripping out my hole. One of the best experiences I have ever had. Can't wait to do it again.

Well, stopping meds isn't really a good idea unless your intention is to build resistance, increase viral load, etc. For some guys, stopping meds is for medical reasons....perhaps side effects become a problem, etc. Others stop in order to become toxic to pass to others. As for being safe, that all pretty much depends on your personal definition of safe. I know current thought among the medical community is that med vacations aren't any longer an option that should be considered since resistances can develop when the level of medication is not maintained in the blood stream. A week probably won't develop much of a problem as many meds have a very long half-life compared to earlier meds, but I wouldn't suggest doing that on a regular basis. As for acquiring a second strain, it's always possible regardless of being on or off meds since there are resistant strains everywhere. If you are on a medication that someone else has developed a resistance toward, you definitely can run the risk of acquiring their strain if they have sufficient virus in their blood/cum. Keep in mind that an undetectable or even low VL test only indicates whats present in the blood. You can have significantly more virus in your cum though maintaining a low viral load for extended periods usually is a pretty good indicator that you probably don't have a high viral load in other areas that aren't easily tested. I think the big question here is what is the reason you have behind wanting to stop meds? I'm sure many of us can offer suggestion through our own personal experience to help you achieve whatever goal you might have.

Same here, I created the boss out of a fantasy man. Plus Lito Cruz is a dream fuck that I want.

FS Part 13 Join forces, what the fuck. I was almost in panic mode. I wanted to jump up and run out of the room, but there was no way with Stinger, Mr Fister, and Dr. Clown blocking my way. “I think the gas mask might be in order, Mr Stinger” the doctor said, slowly stroking his engorged purple cock. “I agree” Mr. Fister said, “It will also muffle any screams” “Not that anyone could hear him, well other than the Bearded Lady” Stinger said, “and you don’t want her here” Stinger moved to a cabinet and opened it. I could see inside, there were two gas masks that had long hoses coming from the nose area. The eye were dark and I wondered if when it was on, was I going to be able to see anything. At the end of the hose was a small connection. One another shelf was about a dozen bottle of poppers, all with no labels. “Professors, private brew,” Stinger said, getting a mask and bottle. He moved over to me, I lifted my head to make it easy for him to put the mask on. “Someone’s eager” he said as he slipped the mask over my face. I could feel the bands pulling at my hair as they tried to slip down securing the mask. He moved quickly to fix them and adjust them until the mask was tight against my face. The eye covers were too dark for me to see clearly, just shadows of the images on the other side. “Total sensory deprivation, if you please Mr. Stinger” Mr Fister said. I could hear movement in the room and could see a shadow move towards the cabinet again. “I would like a bottle as well” Dr. Clown said I could just see Stinger getting the bottle and handing it to the doctor. He returned to my side. I felt cotton being stuffed in each ear. The sounds were muffled now. Then he place a thick clothe over my ears, it was almost dead silent now. His last step was to but head phones on that and it was truly silent. I felt the tube move and suddenly the fresh air was replaced with the odor of poppers, strong ones. The rush was instant. I felt every muscle in my body go limp, my heart raced and I felt it. The rush increase more and more as I breathed in and out. I felt something press against my hole. It was there only for a second then it pushed in, driving deep. My hole spread out wide. Dr. Clown was sliding his cock into my hole. There was no pain this time, it felt good as it went into me. I don’t know if it was the poppers or if I was just used to my hole being open so wide. He began to pump his cock in and out. I could just see his outline between my legs. I watched as the shadow of his arm moved up to his face. I assumed he was taking a big hit of poppers. He suddenly started to pull his cock completely out and then ram it in all the way. I let out a yelp, but I don’t think anyone hear me, if they did, they didn’t seem to care and continued. I breathed deep and felt the rush of the poppers flood my body, causing what little pain to be replaced with pleasure. I could feel his body pressing up against me as he fucked my hole. I felt someone start to pinch my nipples, then twisted them. They were pulling on them, working them hard and rough. I twisted my head to see the shadow next to me and assumed it was Stinger, I could not see any other shadows in the room. Dr. Clown slammed his cock deep into my hole and stayed there, pressing his body against me. I felt a hand moving around the shaft of his cock, then his cock pulled out some, allowing the tips of the fingers to slid in-between the lips of my hole and the shaft of the cock. Slowly the fingers moved inward, sliding deeper into my hole. I breathed deeply again to get my hole to relax more, to allow the hand to come in with the cock. I felt the first set of knuckles slid into my hole. I breathed deeper and held my breathe then released. Sensing my new relaxation, Mr. Fister slid into me more and I felt his second set of knuckles slide into my hole. Dr. Clown’s head was thrown back, well it looked that way in the shadows that I could see. More pressure was added to my hole, stretching it more as the back of Mr. Fister's hand slid against it. With the cock in me, I could not feel the biggest part of the hand and thumb sliding into me. My nipples were becoming sore and that took my mind off my hole, but just momentarily. The hand inside my hole, started to move back and forth, but just small movements. At the same time, the doctor’s dick started to move with it, but opposite movements to the hand. My cock throbbed from the pleasure of my hole being fucked and fisted and the pain of the torture of my nipples. I could feel my cum shot building up and I knew I would shoot soon. The hand and cock continued to move inside me, it felt like Mr. Fister’s hand was slowly jacking off Dr. Clown’s cock inside my hole. Each thrust in from the cock, my own cock would jump and land back on my stomach. Stinger let go of my nipples and began to remove the headphones. The sounds of the room were slowly coming back, muffled but coming back. He removed the clothe and the cotton from my ears. I could hear everything now. Including my heart beat which was loudly beating in my ear from my popper high. I was now hearing the slurping sounds of my hole being fucked and fisted. Stinger went back to my nipples, twisting them hard and then pulling them. His hard cock was resting on my side and was leaking fuck juice. “Lick my hole” the doctor ordered. I thought Stinger was going to move around and stick his tongue up the doctor’s ass, but I heard moaning. Mr. Fister must have moved his tongue into the doctor’s crack and invade his hole. “Oh yeah that’s it, move your head with my ass, don’t let the tongue lose it’s touch on my hole” I heard a muffled reply, but could not make it out. Stinger released my nipples, allowing the blood to flow back in, only to pinch them again. This time he used the tip of his nails, digging them into my flesh. I released a loud moan inside of the gas mask. The poppers were still giving me a rush each time I breathed, but I was getting light headed at times. Stinger must has sensed that I needed air because he undid the little brown bottle from the hose and allowed fresh air to come in. I had not gooned on poppers in a long time. As much as I loved the rush, the fresh air was better right now. “Remove the mask, Stinger” Fister said. Releasing my nipples, Stinger pulled on the mask, pulling my hair, any resistance from the mask straps gave way and I was out of it. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the doctor pumping his cock in and out of my hole, while rubbing up against the hand inside with it. He was pinching his nipples, moaning. I could not see Fister at all, but I knew he was back there, slurping on the doctor’s hole. “Fuck me Fister,” he said. Fister did not slowly pull his hand out of my ass, he ripped it out. I yelped loudly as it slid out leaving only the doctor’s cock in me. The doctor had stopped moving and was waiting for Fister to push his cock up his ass. Soon they were in a good rhythm. The doctor nodded his head and Stringer jumped up on the table, squatting down on to my hard cock that the doctor was holding up. It easily slid into his muscle ass. Fister was the first one to cum, he grabbed the doctor in a bear hug and held on as his cock pumped his load deep into his ass. I could hear him grunting as he unloaded. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to shoot my load deep into Stinger. He continued to slide up and down my cock as it pulsed. Dr. Clown moaned as my hole twitched around his cock as I came up Stinger’s hole. Stinger sat down quickly, once he felt me shooting in his ass. The doctor picked up speed of his fucking and then after a minute, the doctor slammed into me deep shooting his load. Fister had pulled out and was standing by the cabinets. Stinger was slowly lifting off my soft cock, leaving the doctor buried deep in my hole. “You are going to make an excellent addition to our family of freaks” the doctor said. “I get to keep him?” Stinger said excitedly. “Yes Stinger you get to keep him” “He’s going to be my new pal” Stinger said like a small child.

Its the physical thing of skin on skin and also that his cum will be leaving his body and filling mine. Mentally, it is me giving myself to him for use. My ass is his to take with no barrier in between. A mans cock and cum are very special and I feel honored that he wants to give it to me. There's no way he should cover it and break that bond and primal moment.

My cock was so damn sensitive from all the tina and making out and just being the young sexhungry chem-led young fuck that I was. And when I felt the lust-crazed soft wet lips of Daddy's most recent conquest-in-the-making wrap greedily around my thick cockhead I couldn't hold back! Even if I wanted to, which I didn't! "Oh fuck YEAH pig! Take it you hot little drug loving cum hungry slut pig! Take every fucking drop of my hot tina cum down your motherfucking throat!!" I slammed my nuts against Trevor's chin and grabbed his head tight as my balls began churning and pulsing, spewing spurt after spurt of chem-fuelled toxic poz cum down this willing eager pig's gulping throat! My whole tight muscled sweat covered body was shaking with the intensity of my overdue orgasm and the equally intense hunger with which Trevor was loudly sucking down my poison dick milk, moaning like the tina whore he was already becoming. GAWD! I can't remember the last time I came that long and that HARD!! I eased my tight grip on the sides of Trevor's head, aware in my lust haze that I didn't have to make him stay on my erupting cock. He wasn't about to let go of it until his stomach was full!! As I began to regain control of my breathing and my shuddering body, I became aware of leather daddy's hot nasty verbal talk, saying how fucking incredible it was watching me feed the pig boi that way and seeing how eager he was to take it. "Makes me need to give his young tight fuck hole another load of daddy's special cum...right..the...Fuck...NOWWWWWWW!!!!" And with that Daddy slammed home tightly gripping the pig's hips as he received his second load of toxic VERY potent unmedicated POZ daddy cum inside his sucking boihole! He thankfully pulled his mouth off my very sensitive cock as daddy bred him deep and hard, turning around with spit and sweat and cum all over his face. "Do it Daddy Sir! Fucking BREED your pig bitch boi! Fill me up with your special daddy seed and make me yours!! PLEASE!!!" Oh fuck, if he only knew that he was getting that and a hell of a lot more....and we were barely 3 hours into his conversion weekend!!

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.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

Part 5: 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.” My punishment was fast, swift, painful, and complete as one after another of Hawk’s drug crew were escorted into the small room and ordered to mount and breed me. A couple of them did stuff my ass with big meth shards, but not for my enjoyment, it was because they knew the shards would cut and scrape and strip away my gut lining as they were pushed around in my hole by all the dick. The high helped - a little - but what helped more was knowing I had hurt Hawk. He was the biggest meth cooker and dealer in the region and because of his Aryan DNA believed himself to be superior to everyone else. Well that, his huge dick, and his armed men. He suspected, but could not prove, that I had something to do with Chris being picked up. I did. A few years back a buddy of mine who works for another government agency, one far more secretive and into far more shit than the DEA, installed a software program on my phone. While the program appeared to the casual observer to be one of those popular games everyone played, there was a secret level to it that once opened, allowed me to track Chris and whatever phone he was using based on his number. Chris had a long history of drugging out and falling off the deep end and I had to find some way of tracking him down. This program had lots of additional bells and whistles - his phone could be turned on remotely, turned into a recording device of conversations or even other phones around it by creating a small hot-spot. So, between Chris’s phone, and those he was around, I was able to quickly find him, or at least those he had been with recently. The info was uploaded into a secret email account in the cloud as sort of a buffer. It was never real time, but close enough. Hawk and his men would find nothing on my phone. The Assistant D.A. McLeod on the other hand I suspected would have found a great deal that was of interest. Some time later as I laid on the floor covered in the filth of multiple men, shivering from the meth and the shock of abuse to my body, Hawk stomped back in. “Well agent,” he said, far more calmly than he was, “Your phone showed me nothing, although I must admit I was surprised in your taste of music - and porn. Your little friend has now become a risk to me, to this operation, to those I work for. Come with me. We’re shifting operations to a new facility he is not aware of.” I was shoved into the back of an unmarked van still naked except for the tattered remnants of my DEA windbreaker. Hawk slammed me down onto the uneven floor, slid his dick inside my cum filled ass and began pumping me as the van rocked side to side as we turned and drove away. “Head south first,” Hawk instructed one of the armed men sitting against the van wall, “I want Mr. DEA Agent here to know what a true AIDs dump he is when I fill him with another load while we are parked in front of his office building.” Hawk dismissed any feedback about that being unwise and proceeded to fuck me harder, to try to punish me for what he still believed I did. “Since we’re going to be in the neighborhood, why don’t you let me out so I can get back to work? I thought the whole idea was for me to be an asset in the office - not just some fuck toy.” That got me a hard knock to the mouth, a renewed taste of iron as my cut lip opened again, “YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY. RIGHT NOW - YOU ARE GOING TO MILK A FEW LOADS OUT OF ME. I KNOW EVERY THRUST OF MY SUPERIOR DICK PAINS YOU. I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY TENSE, YOUR MUSCLES QUIVER. YOU CAN FIGHT IT AGENT, BUT IN THE END, I WILL BREAK YOU AND TURN YOU INTO JUST A DEFLATED AIDS BAG. AND OH YES, WHEN WE HAD YOUR PHONE WE USED IT TO CALL YOUR OFFICE AND MY MAN ON THE INSIDE CONFIRMED THE CALL. FAMILY EMERGENCY AND ALL THAT, SO YOU WON’T BE IN TODAY. WE’RE THERE? GOOD. I’M READY TO INFECT YOUR ASS AGAIN AGENT!” Hawk rolled off me, the van pulled away, and I inched closer to the far wall. The two masked guards opposite me were two of the ones who had tortured me earlier. I could see their eyes and I knew somewhere deep down they realized they were marked. Voices rose from the front, the men shifted nervously, Hawk crab walked up to the front seats and shook his head vigorously back and forth and hit the back of the seat with his fist. He turned and glared at me. I wanted to smile, but remained expressionless. The van pulled to the side. Hawk came back, stood over me, raised his fist back and trembled in rage. I stayed still. He then exhaled, lowered his fist, and said, “It appears that my backup lab was just raided by a multi-agency team and a number of my men arrested.” I piled on, “Wouldn’t that be the sort of thing that you would think your ‘people’ inside the DEA, local police, and others would have given you a heads up on?” Hawk growled. I continued, “I could have warned you if I had been at work like I was supposed to be and not here being some fucking chew toy for your pack of dogs. Clearly this is bigger than Chris - or me. I have never been to this other place right? You said Chris had not either so that means you must have a mole. Someone who has been on your team for a while has sold you out.” I looked to the masked men on the other side of the van with a clear, questioning look, then to the two men up front and stated again to Hawk, “Someone sold you out.” Hawk’s head whipped to the side, the front, and back. His eyes narrowed. He calculated loss, risk, safety, and the many forks in the road before him all within seconds. Hawk edged over between the two masked men, placed his left hand on the shoulder of one, his right on the shoulder of the other, leaned in and spoke in a low voice. The two masked guards moved with practiced stealth and grace in a dance of death. Before they could react, the two members of Hawk’s drug gang that had been sitting in the front seats were pulled into the back and any threat they may have posed removed. One of the masked men eased into the driver’s seat, rolled his mask up onto his forehead, and put the van into drive. Hawk looked at his former colleagues, “All threats must be eliminated until I get this under control.” The van rolled over a familiar bump; I was hustled out the side door, up the steps, and into my kitchen. Hawk strolled in and looked around, “For now, we will stay here. What better place to hold out until things settle than a DEA agent’s house, right?” The masked guards did a quick check of the place, confirmed no one else was there, and emptied the chamber of a back up revolver they found in my dresser. Hawk sat at my table like he was king shit. He dumped out two bags of his meth - the Aryan Eagle black and menacing - then proceeded to chop it up. “Come agent. Let’s enjoy ourselves shall we. You and I do not need to be enemies. Frankly I see us as friends who are just - shall we say - getting to know each other. I know you Agent - I know your ass - I know you claim to be a top but when I am inside you and getting ready to spill my toxic seed your hole clenches tight, milking me like a Bavarian maid.” The hours passed. The guards were on high alert, Hawk was on the phone making call after call, trying to get control of a situation that clearly was spinning wild. One of the guards had left to get rid of the van – and the bodies - and when he returned, he had brought with him a large duffle bag that contained a number of bug-out supplies including an entire box of dozens of SIM cards. After every call Hawk switched out the cards and one of the guards would destroy the one just used. Clearly no one was going to track him that way. “Mind if I make some iced tea?” I asked. Hawk shrugged, one of the guards checked the cupboard then nodded. I turned on the faucet and reached over and twisted the little wand on the mini-blinds over the sink. The blinds did not open all the way, but they were open enough - I hoped it was enough. Hawk was calmer and high and still had a trace of meth around his right nostril. He took his shirt off, rubbed his hands over his chest and torso, outlining his tattoos, and admiring his muscled Aryan physique. The guards continued their rounds as Hawk stripped, his massive uncut dick demanding attention being one of those freaks of nature that meth did not make go limp. “Let me just have a little more tea,” I told Hawk as he tried to push me to my knees to suck him. He grunted and stroked his dick awaiting my return. I refilled the glasses of the guards and handed it to them, then returned to the kitchen, knelt on my floor, and let Hawk pummel my throat like I knew he planned to pummel my ass. Had it been enough? Hawk ordered me to bend over the table so he could spit fuck my ass. I handed him a glass of iced tea, “Here. If you’re going to fill my ass with more cum you need to keep hydrated.” Hawk smiled, took the glass, downed about a quarter of it then as he tried aiming his dick into my hole with his other hand the glass slipped, shattered, ice tea spreading across the floor. Was it enough? The grunts and fullness of his dick inside my ass dulled the world around me. Or maybe that was the meth. I barely registered when I heard the first THUD. Hawk paused and asked, “What was that?” He was looking to the front of the house. I slid off his dick, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down with me to the floor as I begged, “FUCK ME ON MY BACK. YOU’RE RIGHT. I NEED TO SUBMIT AND THIS WAY I CAN FEEL YOU FILL ME DEEP WITH YOUR AIDS CUM. YOU’RE MY SUPERIOR MASTER. I WANT TO SERVE YOU - CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO SERVE YOU? PLEASE YOU? OH BREED ME!” Any thought Hawk might have had in his head went WHOOSH and vanished. All he saw was victory. All he felt was my hands clasping at his hips to pull his raw Aryan dick deeper. All he understood was that I was his. Fucking dumb animal! Hawk’s body slumped forward, his weight pinning me to the floor, my arm unable to avoid the splinters of glass that now pierced it. A familiar voice laughed, “Well, well, well, Agent. I must say I didn’t recognize you. Usually I’m the one on my back looking up.” I exhaled then had to laugh as a muscled arm reached down and helped me sit up. Jayce. While Chris and I were best friends growing up, Jayce and I were more like best enemies. We were total opposites in everything from our build to our families. Mine was law abiding, his was the biggest street gang in the city. Yet, Jayce and I alone, together, in bed, was always a good thing and I had dumped plenty of my loads up his sweet black ass. Between my job, and his gang, we of course kept our escapades secret, but on occasion, I was able to help him and let him know when the DEA was closing in on his family’s business and now he was able to pay that all back. We had worked out a secret signal long ago - my kitchen blinds. If they were closed, I had family around or for whatever reason could not see him. If they were totally open, the coast was clear. If they were only partially open, tilted up, then there was danger. I had relied on Jayce’s street skills to figure out the rest and lucky for me - and unlucky for Hawk and his men - he did. OK, well the Rohypnol I might have spiked the iced tea with helped too. I know, I know, who keeps crushed date rape drugs in their kitchen cabinet in a sugar bowl? I was a Boy Scout and I’m a DEA agent and I was prepared. I rubbed my face. Jayce handed me a glass of water. I gulped it down, shook my head, “Thanks,” I said. Suddenly a piercing scream exploded from the next room. Jayce helped me stand, we walked in, and one of Jayce’s guys shrugged and said, “Smurfette just bit off most of his left ear.” Jayce laughed, lit a joint, nodded to the large, black/blue Pit Bull name Smurfette that was knotting Hawk’s ass as he asked, “I don’t think you need both ears to be a bitch do you?” I could only laugh. I never knew what happened to the armed guards Hawk had - the ones I vowed to take out. When I asked Jayce he just shrugged and said, “You see them assholes around anyplace? Ain’t nothing to see man. Nothing to see.” Before Jayce left, and as I watched some of the guys from his family’s gang drag Hawk’s bloodied – but still alive - body out of my house, I went over to the shreds of my DEA windbreaker and pulled out a couple packets of meth with the Aryan eagle mark and a blue shipping receipt. “Here,” I said as I handed him the meth. “When they were preparing to move I was able to figure out why his meth is so damn good. Here are some samples of his latest cook and trust me - that shit is fucking awesome! But more importantly is this. This manifest shows you the extra ingredient he used to make the shit so pure, so kick ass. It’s yours now. Someone needs to step in and become the new, biggest cook and seller in the region.” Jayce smiled, reached down and stroked my dick, then whispered, “So, when do I get to lay on my back again for you Agent?” The next week at the office was fucking crazy. Reports of gang wars, multi-agency task force take downs of the biggest meth cook in the region, connections to Colombian cartels, or maybe the Russians, every day brought some new ripple in the pond created by the small stones I had cast. I was at my desk when there was a large commotion; a TACT Team goose-stepped into the situation room surrounding my cube. The DIC (DEA Agent in Charge) walked through the melee and set a stained, cardboard box on my desk. “This was just delivered for you,” he said while shaking his head. I looked at him, then the box, lifted one flap, then the next, and next, and pulled out a typed note that was resting near the top. The note said, “I DON’T THINK YOU NEED HANDS TO BE A BITCH EITHER.” My eyes wide, I pushed my chair back, stood up, and peered down into the box. My ‘gift’ was wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper. I took a pen and eased back the ridges of paper and my breath caught - there in the box was a set of hands clasped together as if in prayer. Within the hour the lab techs would confirm what I already knew - those hands belonged to Hawk. CASE CLOSED. (*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!)

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten back to my apartment building, when I realized I didn't have the key to my front door. I'd taken it off my key ring for a friend to use that afternoon, and I'd forgotten to put it back on. Well now what was I going to do? It was 1:30 in the morning, everyone in the building was asleep, my boyfriend was gone on a business trip, and everyone else I knew was on the other side of town. As I was thinking about spending the night in my car, I saw one of my new neighbors drive by, probably just getting home like I was. He'd just moved into the building next door, and I'd seen him walk past my window pretty much every day, wearing his work clothes and looking fine as hell. He was white, pretty tall, and blasted hip-hop music in his car whenever he drove by. He always walked with swagger, but he also seemed really approachable, too, like he was always on a chill pill, and nothing ever bothered him. I'd been hoping to run into him at some point. My neighbor parked on the street and started pimp-walking toward his apartment, like he always does. I was still trying to think of where I was going to sleep that night, as he walked past my building. He nodded at me asking "Whatsup?" "How's it goin'?" I replied, thinking to myself he looked just as good up close as he did from afar. Then he paused at the foot of the staircase, looked at the keys in my hand, looked at the locked door to my building, and looked back at me and put the picture together asking "Are you locked out?" "Yeah," I said, laughing self-consciously, "I left my key inside." "Aw, shit," he said, "what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, it's not too cold. I guess I'll sleep in my car." "Ah for real?" he asked, "that sucks." "It's alright," I said with a shrug, "it's just one night." He seemed to think for a second, then he said, "Yo, I got like a big chair back at my place. You can crash there tonight if you want. It's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in your car, man." My heart skipped a beat at that point. I'd seen this guy from a distance several times, but never even thought to speak with him, let alone being in a position where he would invite me to spend the night back at his place! I knew it didn't mean anything, which was good since I had a boyfriend anyway, but how could I say no? "That would be really awesome," I said, "are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah, man, it's cool, we're neighbors, right?" "You are incredible," I said, "I'll be gone first thing in the morning." "Don't sweat it, man." I tried not to look too eager as I walked down the stairs and let him take me back to his place. He told me his name was Simon, he'd just gotten back from some clubs with his friends, and he wanted to crash as soon as we got back, which was fine with me. He had a roommate, but the roommate was a heavy sleeper, so we didn't have to worry about waking him up. The chair in Simon's room was big and comfortable, and I was just starting to go to sleep, when I heard him say, "Fuck." I didn't think anything of it and started to go back to sleep, when he said, "Fuck, man." I sat up a little and looked over to where he was lying in bed. "What's -- what's wrong?" "It's all these bitches at the club, man. They want you to buy them drinks, buy them drinks, and they be rubbin' up on you all fuckin' night long, but then when you wanna take them home, then they got a 'boyfriend', or 'Maybe next time,' or some shit like that." "Oh really?" I asked, having no clue about bitches in clubs, then realizing I'd totally just given myself away. He didn't seem to notice, though. "Fuck yeah, man, and now I'm trying to get the fuck to sleep, and they got me hard as a fuckin' rock." What did he just say? Did he really just tell me he had a fucking hard-on, and did he tell me this as I was prepared to spend the night in his bedroom? Is this what straight guys normally talk about with each other? Or was he looking for…something else? "You're -- you're hard right now?" I asked, trying to figure out what the heck to do. "Rock, fucking, hard," he said without hesitation. "How the fuck am I gonna go to sleep like this?" I was glad the room was dark, because I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. If he weren't my neighbor, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and if I'd had a few drinks in me, I might have jumped at what seemed like an open invitation to this hot straight guy's cock. But if I made a move on my straight neighbor who walks past my place every day, and it turned out I was wrong…. Just then, I heard him make a slapping noise, one, two, three times. "Uh, Simon?" I asked. "Yo." "What was that?" "That was my fuckin' cock, man, I'm tellin' you, I'm rock hard right now, I can't go to sleep." "It just sounded like your hand or something," I said, still trying to buy time and figure out whether I should just go for it, or forget the whole thing. "Yo, if you don't believe me, turn on the fuckin' light, man." I still didn't know what to do, but there was nothing wrong with just looking, was there? So against my better judgement, I got up, went to the light switch, and turned it on. And there was Simon, no shirt on, his boxers pulled down, and his seven inch hard cock pointing straight up to his belly button. He lifted his cock up, then let it smack down hard on his abs a few times. So that was the slapping noise I'd heard before. "Wow, you're really hard," was the only stupid thing I could think of to say. "What are you gonna do?" "I need to fuckin' bust my nut," he replied, adding "I don't even care, a hot mouth, or a tight pussy, or whatever the fuck, you know?" When I didn't respond right away, he looked at me and asked, "You like dick, don't you?" "What?" I asked, panicked. I wasn't expecting that question, even though I guess it was obvious. "I -- yeah, I ...." "Can you help a brotha out? Please, man," he said, making his fat white cock smack on his abs a few more times, then looking back at me. I knew I had a boyfriend, and I knew I shouldn't be messing around with guys who lived right next door…but how many times was I going to get a hot straight guy begging me to suck his cock? So I turned the light off again, figuring that's how he'd want it, and walked over to the bed, filled with lust, and guilt. I climbed between his legs and tentatively put his cock head in my mouth, still not believing he was letting me do this. He sighed as soon as my lips closed around his hard-on, so I kept going. I slowly went all the way down to the base, feeling his cock gag me a few times. When he still didn't stop me, I sucked his cock a little faster, gagging myself a few more times. Then I went after his balls, swirling them around in my mouth and licking underneath them. After a couple minutes, I had this stranger's hairy balls rubbing all over my face, and I felt so disgusting, and so happy. Then Simon surprised me by grabbing my head and moving my mouth from his balls back onto his cock. I figured he wouldn't want to touch another guy at all, but he kept his hands on my head as he started roughly forcing his cock head down my throat, making me gag and slobber. "You like that fuckin' dick, don't you, pussy boy?" My eyes were watering, my nose was running, and he wasn't letting me off his cock, even though I tried pulling up a few times. "Yeah you do, you fuckin' bitch boy, I knew you wanted this dick the moment I saw you." Then without warning, he took his cock out of my mouth and started pulling my shirt off. I started to say something, but I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just let him do it. Then he moved around behind me, pushed me up the bed onto my stomach, and started tearing my jeans off, too. "No, I don't --" I started to say, but he kept pulling them off, and threw them onto the floor. He moved back up the bed and forced his cock down my throat again. This time as I was gagging on his cock, he slid his hand inside my briefs and started playing with my hole. Well this was happening too fast, and it was more than I'd bargained for -- I'd thought I would just suck off this stud, and keep my clothes on, and that would be that. That wasn't really cheating on my boyfriend, was it, if I didn't even take my clothes off? But it looked like my neighbor wanted more than to just get his cock sucked, which I wasn't really okay with. Well, maybe he just wanted to play with my hole while I sucked him off, I thought, and that was it. I mean, he was straight, wasn't he? And he hadn't even taken my underwear off. So after a few seconds, I stopped fighting him and just let him rub a couple slick fingers on my hole while he fucked my throat. But after just a few minutes of that, he yanked me off his cock and threw me up the bed onto my stomach again. While I was catching my breath and wiping the slobber off my face, he tore off my underwear, and then he was between my legs, with his tongue up my ass. How the fuck had that happened? He was straight, wasn't he? And I barely even knew this guy! What was his name again? And I'd been with my boyfriend for almost three years, and I'd never cheated on him. What the hell was I doing? This was totally wrong, and way too fast, and I had to get him off me, and get out of there…. But he was making me feel so good, and my boyfriend had never been this passionate and aggressive with me. In fact, sex with my boyfriend was pretty routine, and he almost never ate me out, and definitely never as good as this guy. I could barely even think straight…. Then my neighbor stopped eating me out all of a sudden, and after a few seconds, my head cleared up and I turned around to face him, remembering what I'd wanted to say. "Listen, I -- I should probably go, I mean I was just going to suck you off, and that's it, but I mean I barely even know you, and I just...." "Shut up, bitch boy!" he said to me. "You're mine tonight!" With that, he grabbed my face and slammed me down into the pillow, stunning me. Who was this guy? What had happened to the laid-back, easygoing guy on the chill pill I'd seen walking past my window every day? Was he seriously not going to let me leave? He kept my face buried in the pillow, then I felt his weight on top of me. I heard him spit a few times, then I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole. No, this wasn't right, I wasn't a cheater, I couldn't do this to my boyfriend, this was way too fast, I had to get out of there. "No, wait, I have to go, I can't do this..." I started to say, determined to get out of there, only to feel a sharp, very painful slap across my face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted. What was happening? No one had ever slapped me that hard before. I tried to force my way out from under him, but he was much stronger than me, and shoved my face back down into the pillow so I could barely breath. Then I felt his cock head push harder against my hole, and then he was inside me. I screamed into the pillow, and he held his cock still. "You can take this dick, you fuckin' slut," he whispered into my ear while holding my arms down so I couldn't fight him. "You know you want it. Let me in, let me get off inside you, make me feel good." I had stopped fighting him and was just focusing on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so bad, and he had started kissing me as he was whispering these nasty things into my ear. "I'll stay right here till you get used to me, I'm not goin' anywhere, I know you want this dick." I don't know if he was right, and I did want it, but my ass eventually started to open up and let him in. I couldn't fight him, he was much stronger than me. So maybe if I just let it happen, it would all be over soon and I could just forget about this whole thing, and my boyfriend would never find out. "That's right, I can feel you loosening up for me, I knew you wanted it," he kept whispering into my ear, with his hands still grabbing my wrists. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch boy, you feel so good." He started moving his cock in and out of me, and moaning into my ear. I hoped he would just finish soon. Then I heard him say, "I've fucked hundreds of bitches just like you, you always put up a fight, but you always take the dick in the end." Wait, did he just say hundreds? How was that even possible? I'd only been with 20 guys, tops, and I thought that was a lot! Was he even wearing a fucking condom? "Wait, are you wearing a condom?" I asked, but he didn't answer, he just kept sliding his hard prick in and out of my hole and breathing right onto my face. I know he heard me. Why didn't he respond? "You have to put a condom on," I said, "I never -- you can't fuck me without one." He still didn't say anything, he just moaned a little louder, fucked me a little faster, and grabbed my wrists a little harder. I had to get him to stop. I'd been so careful with the other guys, and I'd even gone with my boyfriend to get tested when we'd first started dating. Now here was this total stranger inside me with no protection, and he'd said he'd had sex with hundreds of other people! Had he fucked all of them without a rubber, too?? "No, stop, I have a boyfriend!" I said, desperately trying not to catch anything from this guy I had just barely met. "Get off me!" I started to struggle again, but it was no use. Instead of letting me go, he got up off me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and slapped me hard with his other hand, one, two, three times. My face was still sore from the first time he'd slapped me, and my eyes started to water. I knew there was no way to get away from this man, he was all the way inside me with no condom on, and he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged him or struggled to get away. He didn't lay back down on top of me or start kissing me again. Instead he grabbed my wrists and started slamming his unprotected cock into me as hard as he fucking could, anger-fucking me into the mattress. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I'd never forget, whether I wanted it or not. I stopped fighting him, and just hoped he'd hurry up and finish, so I could go. Then he switched from slam-fucking me to piledriving me, pounding his cock into me over and over again without stopping. And as angry and worried as I was, his cock started to feel really good inside me, and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, or how I could enjoy this even a little bit, but his cock started to feel incredible inside me, like it belonged there. Once again I couldn't think straight, and started to forget that I wanted to get out of there. Then after a few minutes of pile-driving me, he started to moan louder, and I knew he was about to cum, which brought me back to reality. For a second, I still had hope he would do the decent thing and pull out before he came, since he knew I didn't want this, and that I definitely didn't want his cum inside me. But then he started to really slam his raw cock inside me and hold it there, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. He knew I didn't want his cock or his cum, but he didn't care, he was giving me his load whether I wanted it or not. After he finished cumming inside me, he let go of my wrists and rolled onto his back. "Fuck, that was good, bitch boy," he said, slapping me hard on my ass, which was now full of his cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or that I had this total stranger's cum deep inside me, and I didn't even know what his status was. Did he even know? What had I done? I started to get up so I could get my clothes back on, when he rolled toward me and held me down again, pushing me into the pillow. What more did he want with me? I thought he was done? Then I felt another hand on my ass, and I knew it wasn't his. What the fuck? He felt me jump and held me down harder. "My roommate wants some, too." His roommate? What the fuck? Had he been there the whole time, watching this guy force his bare cock into me and shoot his load inside me when I'd begged him to stop? Had he watched me struggle and done nothing? The roommate didn't waste any time with foreplay, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me, sliding his hard dick right into my loose, well-fucked hole. I hadn't even seen the roommate and had no idea what he looked like, and I knew he wasn't wearing a rubber, either. He must have already been stroking his cock while he was watching Simon fuck me, because he only pounded my ass for a few minutes, then he was shoving his hard cock all the way inside me and shooting his load deep in me to mix with Simon's. "Fuck," was the roommate's only word, then he pulled out of me and left. I couldn't believe yet another complete stranger had just cum inside me, and I hadn't even seen this one. Was I even still clean now? Had they given me anything? What had I done? I started to get up again, but Simon wouldn't let me go. He turned me on my side and crawled up behind me, pressing his semi-hard cock up against my cummy hole. "You did so great, baby doll," he whispered to me, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "You made me feel so fuckin' good, you know that? So fuckin' good." He held me tight, pressed up against my back, and for some reason, I could start to feel myself getting turned on. He shouldn't have cum in me, and he shouldn't be holding me like this. I had a boyfriend, and this was so completely wrong. But he kept softly kissing my neck, and I didn't stop him. "And it was so hot seeing you take my roommate's dick. I wish you could have seen that." His hand started sliding down my bare chest, towards my cock, which he'd completely ignored before now. When he wrapped his hand around my cock and balls, I was surprised to realize I was totally hard. He started stroking my cock, and I didn't tell him to stop. He spat in his hand and went back to stroking me. I moaned a little and relaxed into his body, and I think he knew I was his. After just a few minutes, I was shooting a hot, guilty load all over his sheets, and pressing hard back into his chest. "I know you're confused right now, baby doll," he said softly as he nibbled my ear some more. "But I know you liked it. And I liked it, too. And I know you'll be back for more." And as I drifted off to sleep with these two strangers' loads planted deep inside me, I knew he was right.

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

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

I just found out that a fuck bud whom I used to swap loads with in Dallas during the early years of AIDS has died. I don't know what the cause was, but it reminded me of a story I wrote about another fuck bud who died of AIDS-related pneumonia some years ago. I'm reposting here, with apologies to anyone who has already read it or a plagiarized version on other bb sites. "Obituaries" DAMN! My dick gets rock hard whenever I see a fuck bud’s face staring back at me in the obituary pages! Although I know for a fact that hundreds of pigs I’ve fucked or who fucked me over the past two decades are long gone, some have been prominent enough to merit an obit in the local paper. I always pay my respects by shooting off at least a couple of loads as I recall how hot they were. The most recent was last week. The obit said “Joe” died of pneumonia at age 51, but everyone who knew him knew that he had AIDS. He’d been full-blown for at least five years, although he managed to hang on because he had been a bodybuilder and always took great care of himself. He was a successful salesman at the company where I worked, and he retired during a period when the bug hit him really hard and he couldn’t work. Although we knew each other at work, we didn’t fuck until a couple of years ago. I’d never been interested in Joe before because breeding overly muscled guys is sometimes like trying to fuck a brick wall. But knowing Joe had AIDS flowing through his veins and muscles made him irresistible to me, and I jumped when we connected in a chat room one night and he invited me over. I was shocked to see how sunken his eyes and cheeks had become, but that only made me want to breed him more. His body still looked good (great, actually; more normal and less freakish like most bodybuilders), and I couldn’t wait to inject my death strains into his guts and boost the disease eating away at him. Like most bodybuilders I’ve fucked, he was such a hungry bottom. I’m also in great shape from regular workouts, and I easily pinned him like a slab of beef to the bed. I fucked him first on his back like a whore, ripping his muscle cunt with my fat cock and calling him my bitch while I planted my toxic loads in his decaying guts. I shoved my tongue down his throat in a deep passionate kiss, simulating the loss of breath he would feel as death finally came to take him. After a while I flipped him on to his hands and knees and fucked him like a dog, pumping my death stick past the raw, swollen lips of his rosebud and breeding him with demon seed. The bedroom was warm on a typical summer night, and the air was filled with the stench of our ripe pits as our sweat drenched his expensive satin sheets. By the time we were done, I dumped six loads of toxic juice deep inside his guts. Joe got off on being manhandled, and I got off on adding my toxic DNA to his system and feeding the AIDS that eventually would take him to the afterlife. Some of my seed began dribbling out of his ripped cunt, which I bathed and soothed with my tongue while slurping the virus infected juice to feed down his throat. His shrunken balls shot a couple of loads of his own AIDS bugs all over the bed, which I also quickly scooped up with my tongue and swallowed, savoring his diseased DNA as I added it to my own. I straddled his chest and fed my cock into his mouth, and he slobbered and licked the mixture of my hot sperm and his bloody ass juices liked the condemned man he was. To the surprise of both of us, I finally let go with a load of hot piss down his throat. At first he tried to pull away but he was hopelessly pinned like a drowning animal, and he chugged down the toxic stream until he began gagging as it leaked from his sloppy mouth. I offered my own version of last rites and baptized Joe in my evil piss from head to toe, knowing I probably would not see him again until we have both descended into the abyss of scorching lust and eternal depravity that awaits unrepentant poz pigs like us. Finally, I hugged him tightly, kissed my AIDS lover deeply and wrapped us both in the sex-soaked sheets like a shroud as we drifted off to sleep. I never saw Joe again but chatted with him online a couple of months later. He told me he’d taken another turn for the worse a little over a week after we fucked but he was feeling much better. He had more ups and downs after that, finally surrendering to the inevitability of AIDS last week. My only regret is that I wasn’t there to pump a final load into his guts as he took his last breath. I can only hope an AIDS bro will do the same for me when it’s my turn to go.

Recently I had a sexual encounter with an escort in London. He is an absolutely gorgeous, young Brazilian guy who splits his life living in both England and Brazil ; he said that he stays in London from anywhere between 3 and 6 months per year every year and spends the rest of the time in Rio de Janeiro. He's so sexy and muscular and toned....oh man, he is just a real dream boy. Anyway....we got talking after we'd finished sex, and he told me some really interesting things! He said that whenever he is staying in London, he does escort work. I don't know if he does it in Rio also; he didn't say. But he told me that quite a few years ago, he used to have a regular client in London ... a man with really weird fetishes! And I mean WEIRD! Apparently he was a British middle-aged man in his late 50s or early 60s. He apparently lived in an apartment in London and had a fairly decent job (a journalist ). He was also apparently unmarried and a bit of a loner. He would sometimes rent the escort for an hour ....or sometimes for a whole night at weekends. He enjoyed anal sex; fucking the Brazilian guy (which involved bareback) but was also into some really weird stuff. The escort told me that whenever he was on his way to this man's apartment for a session, he would never wear underwear underneath his jeans; he would go "commando". Apparently this guy loved that - he apparently liked it when he could just pull the escort's jeans down and see that he was not wearing anything underneath. When they were sucking each other's cocks in the 69 position, he used to ask the escort to fart in his face. And if he didn't need to do one, the guy would ask him to try and force one out. Apparently if he couldn't fart, the guy got a little upset. He loved the escort farting in his face. He would also apparently ask him to fart while he was rimming him. He supposedly loved the smell and taste of the escort's farting asshole! He also loved to have the escort sit on the toilet and do a shit....whilst he stood wanking his cock as he watched this! He would also, on occasions, apparently ask the escort to be dirty (not have a clean ass) so that when he fucked him and took his cock out, he would have shit on his cock. Another thing he told me that this guy loved, was have the escort sit at the computer watching straight porn (and it would need to be straight porn) while the escort wanked his cock to the porn - and the escort would have to cum this way....and the guy would be watching the escort from a few feet away and once the escort shot his load that would send the guy into orgasm too. He was also apparently really into sniffing the escort's ass. He loved rimming, it was apparently his favourite sexual act, sometimes he would book the escort for a one hour session where he would just rim the escort's ass and do nothing else....other than also sniff it. These things weird or what?! I know everyone has their own things that they enjoy to do in sex, but come on....this particular client sounds like an absolutely nutcase! Has anyone else on here heard of....or even come across... someone with bizarre fetishes like this?

I am undetectable for 11 months and using Stribild. I see some guys on the forum stop taking meds for a while. How safe is this ? Can I have a break for a week or 2 weeks maybe? Can I have a second strain during this period?

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.

Typing this message with an anon load in my ass... hit up a guy on Grindr staying in a hotel for business in my area. Said he is into anon. He gave me instructions to come to the room, open the propped open door, strip naked and put on a hood. I did all that and said out loud that I was ready. He came around the corner and had me get down on my knees and suck him. He led me over to the bed and rimmed me. Had me flip over doggy and I hit the poppers and he slid into me. He fucked me and called me a "whore", "slut", etc. Then he groaned and busted inside me. He led me back over to the counter by the door, told me to get dressed and leave. I never saw his face. It was so hot. ?

I love the hard thrusting, then the balls deep throbbing as they blast deep!

I fucking love making another guy take my chem piss when I do that with them. Gives me a bit more satisfaction to know that I'm getting him fucked up more and more with each spurt into his raw hole and down his piggy gullet. ???

Just got hit by a bear from A4A. He asked about condoms, I told him I'm allergic to latex. He said it was ok with him but he was worried about stamina because it had been awhile for him. I told him I wasn't looking for stamina, the 1st is often quick anyway and as long as he got off and enjoyed himself I would too. Once he got here it was pretty standard, we got naked, I dropped to my knees and sucked hard then I flipped around and presented my lubed hole to him. He fucked me for about 5 minutes before cumming hard inside me! I got the load so I'm happy!

For me, the feeling of being HIS and him owning me while he gets his pleasure is heightened by him going in bare. Knowing it's for his pleasure and then pushing back hard as he unloads deep in my hole leaving his seed behind is so erotic. Nothing is sexier than my cock dripping precum from a good fucking as his spunk drops out of my arse

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There's no shame in being a cumwhore in theory but not practice. Your brain hasn't caught up to what your body wants, and that's okay. If you're not ready, you're not ready. Don't pressure yourself, and don't allow anyone else to.

My boss looked down at me and just smiled. He took his fingers and scooped up my cum and fed it to me. Then he kissed me and I just melted into his arms. After we stopped kissing he looks me in the eyes and said "I hoped you were gay and definitely had my suspicion. And that I know you are gay I want to be more than your boss. I want to be your Daddy. But in order for me to become your Daddy you have to be willing to take my cock bareback at all times. No questions asked." This man had power over me and he and I both knew it. I willingly said yes Daddy I accept your cock bareback at all times. He looked at me and smiled and then had me get completely undressed and down on my knees. He ordered me to take out his cock and start sucking him to full hardness. His cock was glorious. About 7 inches and goddamn it was thick. I slobbered all over his cock to get it nice and wet so I could slide it down my throat more easily. This attention to his cock had him rock hard in no time. And soon his pre cum was flowing. I worshipped his cock and precum like a good boi. I gave Daddy the best blowjob I knew how to and try as I might I couldn't get Daddy to cum. Daddy looked down at me and grinned. He said "Damn that was the best blowjob I've ever had and as much as I wanted to fill your mouth up with cum I had to hold back so I could impregnate you with my babies." Ok I'll admit I was naive at 23 and really didn't get what Daddy was talking about. So I foolishly said yes Daddy please impregnate me. I want to have your babies. He bent me over and just using his spit and his cock being wet from the blowjob I gave Daddy he forced his cock into my ass. It hurt like hell at first but after a few minutes I was feeling tremendous pleasure. Daddy had me moaning loudly which attracted a few more guys around. Daddy is stingy. He wouldn't allow me to suck their cocks but at the same time I was cock drunk from Daddy's fucking. I was begging Daddy to impregnate me which just made Daddy fuck me harder. My little dick was so hard but I didn't touch because I wanted to see if I could have a hands free orgasm. When Daddy got ready to cum he shouted "Yes boi take my poz load and have my babies." Ok looking back on it I probably should have freaked out but for some reason I was so turned on and my cum flew out everywhere when Daddy said that. And then Daddy cum inside me and I swear I didn't want him to stop cumming. He pumped a huge load inside my ass and from somewhere produced a butt plug and shoved up my ass to make sure I got pregnant. When he was finished I turned around and some some blood on his cock. So I knew he probably got me pregnant. I obediently got on my knees and cleaned his cock and once he was satisfied he got dressed and took my clothes and told me to follow him in my car. Where we were going I don't know. But soon we were at his house and my life with Daddy began. That was two years ago and Daddy is still my boss at work and I'm Daddy's bitch at home. Yes Daddy impregnated me and at Christmas we plan on getting married. Daddy is still stingy and I only serve him. And honestly I love my life and love Daddy for eternity

I had a great time at CU-Toronto this Friday. Just a few highlights: 1. A hot fuckbench fuck with a man who instantly turned and gave me fantastic ATM each time I pulled out of his ass—so of course I kept fucking/rimming him to pull out one more time... 2. A young Egyptian who I began sucking in a dark room. He took me to his room and skull fucked me until he blew a massive load in my open mouth. 3. A Black kid in a designer jock pulled me into a booth near the slurp ramp. He worked my throat with his thick, curved cock like he was all top. I turned him around and ate him out until he begged to be fucked. I bent him over right in the hallway and plowed his hole in front of the crowd. 4. A young lad took one look at my erection trying to be contained by my jock and led me by the hand to the fuckbench. I ate and fucked and shared his ass with another top. Then he flipped over and balanced on the bench so he could jerk a load out as I fucked him. I lapped up his jizz and reverse felched it into his ass—so he would be loaded with his own cum when he was ready for round two. 5. Fucked a younger guy in the sling—sharing him with a hairy young otter. I felt up the Otter as he was fucking the guy and felt load dripping from the Otter’s hole. I inserted and fucked him while he continued to fuck the pig in the sling. Both got loads…

You know that daddy's PAed POZ dick will most likely rip your poor little hole into shreds - but still everytime you catch a glimpse of his intimidating erection, your hairless boyslit just won't stop quivering...

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.

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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!)

Part 3: I watched as Hawk - the biggest meth cook in the region - walked past me towards a door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me a wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” I yanked on the chain that was looped between my wrists, attaching me to the steel column. As I watched Hawk leave - his Aryan dick making a large tent in the front of the industrial apron - I heard voices behind me and twisted my neck to see that a couple of his workers from the packing room had come out. They were standing by a metal table as they took off the masks they were wearing and leered at me with twisted smiles. One of them grabbed a mirror off the table, spilled a bunch of meth onto it, cut it in course lines with a razor, then the three of them walked my way. The largest man in the group, who looked like he could be a twin for Hawk down to the Aryan styled tatts, coated two fingers and started to roughly paint my broken hole with them. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as his buddies urged him to show me how a DEA bitch got fucked. First, he decided to tongue me and taste the mix of Hawk’s cum, popped cherry, and the new batch of meth. I let him get his tongue good and deep, then jerked, twisted, and brought up my right heel - BAM! I caught him square in the jaw! He fell back, swearing. One of the other guys stepped in to body press me against the column - BAM! I snapped my head back, caught him right on the bridge of the nose - it cracked like a chicken wing bone, blood gushed - and he let go. The third guy was much wiser and just punched me in the left kidney. My turn to drop, but the pain was worth it. My victory was short lived of course since I was still chained up and the little scuffle drew the attention of the guards and the other men from the packing room. I tried to kick, punch, and use my head and body; all to no avail as I was quickly overpowered, held down, and my ass stuffed with big meth shards. It was like the guy had on a metal cock sheath when he slammed into my ass as all the meth shards cut, scraped, and gouged my guts. All I could see was a sliver of light underneath the black boot that was stepping on the side of my face, pinning my head to the floor as the men now took turns raw dogging me. I thought back to the times I had fucked Chris rough, raw, and hard and had the briefest moment of regret. Fuck that! The little shit had sold me out. He would get his too. Maybe there was nothing I could do right now, but there was always a way. The meth began to dissolve, my blood stream boiled and roiled, and my fuck hole was flooded with more Aryan cum. All other thoughts of anything besides that exact second slipped through my fingers like a greased pig. They could take my body, use my flesh as they wanted, but there was still a part of me no matter how fucked up I got that was mine alone. “AH, LOOK AT THAT,” Hawk admired as he stood over me, the shadow of his hard dick acting like a sun dial on my torso, “I AM DISAPOINTED AGENT THAT YOU WOULD TRY SOMETHING SO STUPID. YOU ARE A SMART MAN, VERY SMART, AND THAT IS ONE OF THE REASONS I HAVE CHOSEN YOU. SO, LET’S JUST CALL IT A MOMENTARY LAPSE IN JUDGMENT SHALL WE? YES? NOW BOYS, IF YOU CAN SIT HIM UP IN THE CHAIR PLEASE AND MAKE SURE THE CHAINS ARE TIGHT. I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO END THIS DISCUSSION BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN.” I was hauled up onto my feet, dragged off to the side and plopped down into a metal chair. Chains were wrapped around my ankles and the chair legs as my arms were pulled behind me and chained through the back of the chair. Hawk was standing right in front of me, his dick wet, slick, and forming drops of dew on the tip. I licked my lips and Hawk laughed, “OH YES AGENT. THE SEED HAD BEEN PLANTED SO TO SPEAK. I WILL CONTINUE TO TRAIN YOU IN ALL THE WAYS A GOOD AIDS PIG SHOULD PLEASE HIS BRUDER MASTER. NOW AGENT - REMEMBER I ASKED IF YOU HAD SOMETHING TO OFFER ME? I KNOW YOU HAVE THOUGHT ON THIS LONG AND HARD OF COURSE, BUT I SHALL TELL YOU ANYWAYS. I WILL SPARE YOUR LITTLE ONE, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND FOR NOW. HE HAS HIS USES FOR THE MOMENT AS I BELIEVE YOU HAVE YOUR USES AS WELL.” I snarled, sneered, and did my best to heave a wad of spit at him, but all that happened was a large dribble running down my chin and onto my chest. Hawk laughed. “AGENT, AGENT, AGENT. I LIKE THAT FIRE. THAT SPUNK. BUT LET ME WARN YOU. DO SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU WILL PAY DEARLY. NOT DIRECTLY OF COURSE. LET ME RECALL. I BELIEVE YOUR FATHER IS ENJOYING HIS RETIREMENT FROM THE DEA AND PLAYS GOLF EVERY TUESDAY MORNING? YOUR MOTHER MEETS HER FRIENDS FOR CARDS ON THURSDAY NIGHTS? IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY WOULD IT NOT?” Hawk then bent down and grabbed my chin hard with his right hand and squeezed as he looked me in the eye, “YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AGENT. MY MEN WATCH THEM. THEY WATCH YOU. I HAVE PEOPLE INSIDE YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORK, YOUR WORLD YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. YOU TRY ANYTHING - ANYTHING AT FUCKING ALL BESIDES WHAT I TELL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY PAYS THE PRICE - AS WILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU FUCKING KNOW. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR? I CANNOT HEAR YOU - ANSWER ME - HAVE I? GOOD AGENT. GOOD. NOW TO THE BUSINESS AT HAND. Hawk laid out his initial demands for me. This would be a test of my ability to do what he needed, when he said, and of keeping my mouth shut. He warned me again of what would happen if I thought of trying to report this shakedown or what he was asking me to do and I agreed I would do what he said. Inside I still knew I was going to kill the mother fucker some day. Just not today. Once he was assured of my compliancy I was dragged to another room, Hawk wound a length of chain around my neck and pulled tight as he mounted me again like some filthy barnyard animal. The meth high was still going, but the pain was sharp, and his words stung as deep as his dick did. He told me over and over what a fag whore I was, how he was going to kill me one way or the other from his AIDs, and that I might as well embrace my new life and embrace being a POZ cum dump for him and his crew and that who knew - if I played my cards right I could move up in his organization. Oh I would move up all right, higher than he would imagine only so I could tear the whole fucking thing down! Before Hawk left the room he handed me a plastic bottle full of golden brown liquid. It was warm and he said, “I TOLD YOU I WOULD FILL YOU WITH MY PISS. NOW DRINK UP AGENT. I CAN’T HAVE YOU GETTING THE SHAKES AT MORNING ROLL CALL. THIS WILL GET YOU THROUGH THE FIRST COUPLE OF HOURS AS A BOTTLE OF MY CHEM PISS IS LIKE A FEW GOOD LINES OF MY COOK. BUT, IF YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE BEHAVING, THERE WILL BE SOMETHING ELSE LEFT IN YOUR LOCKER.” I gagged, sputtered, and fought to keep from puking it all back up as Hawk videoed me with his phone. I licked my lips; he smiled, and left the room. With Hawk’s Aryan cum leaking out of my ass and his warm piss filling my stomach I was left alone. The door opened, Chris walked in, looked at me, looked away, mumbled, “I’m sorry dude….I…” then looked at me again as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He stepped closer, pleading like the traitorous bitch that he was. I wanted nothing more right then than to kick the living shit out of him. To ask him why, to tell him he could have come to me, to remind him of how I was the only one who had ever been there for him, to say to him that I loved….No. Too late. I would use Chris too when the time came. Hawk was right. Chris had his uses and he would pay - they would all pay - but for now I just smiled and said, “It’s OK buddy. I get it. I do. As long as hey don’t hurt you I will do anything.” Fucking little shit hole! My clothes were brought in, I was uncuffed, unchained, and followed a big, masked guard back out through a maze of halls. We came to a locked door with a digital keypad and I tried to focus on the numbers he punched, but my mind would not cooperate. The morning air felt heavy, oppressive, the world had changed. My hand shook as I inserted the key into my car and was amazed I made it home without wrecking. I was wired, but had to focus. Roll call was in 2 hours. I quickly showered, downed some coffee, ate some toast even though I was not hungry, and poured about a half a bottle of Visine in my eyes. I got to my desk at 7:50, logged in, hunched over to try to make myself look small and punched in Hawk’s first request. He wanted me to pull the latest intel that the DEA had on one of his competitors - safe houses, likely meth lab locations, dealer names, everything. I hit PRINT, walked overly fast to the business center and hovered over the printer as page after page of DEA intel spit out. I was tapping my fingers on the edge of the printer like a drummer in a metal band. FUCK! Once the final page cleared the paper tray, I scooped them up, looked around, rolled them into a small tube and stuffed them in the back of my pants under my windbreaker. I hustled to my locker, avoiding a few of the chatty folks on the way, hid the papers inside a pile of dirty cloths at the bottom, slammed the door, and was the next to the last person in the briefing room for roll call. I was the first out the door once the briefing was over and went right back to my locker. I flung the door open and it banged. I eased it semi-closed and there taped to the top shelf was a small brown envelope stamped with an Aryan eagle symbol. I opened the tab and inside was a plastic bag stuffed with meth. Shit! Someone not only brought drugs in, they had the key to my locker. I stuffed the baggie in my pocket and went to the handicap restroom. I tried to figure out how to crush and snort the shards and realized I was not at all prepared for this shit. I thought about stomping on it then just said fuck it, licked my finger, and started jamming them up my ass. The first few hurt like hell, but I figured this was the best way to be rid of any evidence and I knew from the night before it would work. The last thing I needed was falling out in the middle of the DEA from crashing off a meth high. My mind and body were racing as I sat back at my desk. Fuck if I was going to pull this off I had to learn how to manage this shit. I was lost in thought, tapping my desk with a pen living in my drummer dream when one of my co-workers stopped, “You OK man? You look wired? Is everything alright?” I stammered, “Yeah, yeah, thanks, just a buddy of mine. He’s um going through a rough breakup, late night, WAY too much fucking coffee this morning.” In sympathy my co-worker raised his coffee cup in salute and kept on going. Jesus. Time for the hard part. I slipped my DEA windbreaker back on, grabbed the papers from my locker, and took the stairs down three floors to the basement to the Evidence Locker. You might think that in today’s world, evidence we collect is all locked up, catalogued, tracked, and safe and sound. The reality is that pretty much anyone in the building can fucking walk into the evidence room, that there are boxes of drugs, money, guns and other shit that have been set on a bunch of old shelves and forgotten about for years, and that our ‘catalogue’ system is still a manual process of forms, triplicate forms, and more forms, which are then stacked in a box and collected once every couple of weeks before they are mailed - yes mailed - off to a regional office where they get entered into a computer system. That creates a window and while once in a blue moon you would hear a rumor about something going missing, generally it was just misplaced. Yet, Hawk knew all this and more and my next task was very specific. I glanced down the hall and paused to listen over the thumping cadence of my heartbeat. I didn’t have to worry about cameras down here. Budget cuts and IT cluster fuck and all so none of them worked. Now that I was actually doing this I wondered why more shit didn’t go missing? Fuck. I hustled over to the counter where the box of intake forms was and fingered through the pile. I found the one Hawk had told me to get, ran around the corner to a shelf and started scanning for the evidence with the correlating number, no..no...no..no..there is - fuck someone is coming! I eased back into the aisle and quickly stuffed the slip in my pants pocket. Two of my fellow agents were laughing, chatting, and taking their sweet old time. One was dropping something off and mentioned, he would come back later after lunch to box the shit. I peeked around the shelf. Coast was clear. Back to the box. I opened the lid, reached inside and pulled out the plastic evidence bag. It contained several dozen bags of meth all stamped with the Aryan eagle symbol and a small caliber handgun. I unbuttoned my shirt, put the bag of evidence next to my chest, buttoned back up, zipped my coat and put the lid back on the box. I started to step away, then paused, looked at the label on the end of the box, stepped back, and using my fingernail teased the label corner up and SLOWLY peeled the label off. There. No ticket. No label. Just an empty box. Back upstairs I headed towards the back door and almost made it when Paulie grabbed my arm, “Where you going in such a rush man? Got that BIG BREAK? HA! You crack me up. Just like your old man. But seriously. Me and Patty are planning a barbecue on Sunday and….what... yeah sure, will email you the info. AND HEY - ASK YOUR MOM TO MAKE SOME OF THAT MACARONI SALAD OF HERS. YOU CAN’T COOK FOR SHIT BUT HER STUFF IS GOOD. SEE YOU SUNDAY!” Fuck. Luckily I had my shades on and Paulie was not the brightest crayon in the box so I got lucky. I knew now though luck would not get me through this. I had to get smarter, but right now I had to get to my place. I pulled into the space behind my building, took the back steps two at a time, tossed my shades onto the kitchen counter, locked the door, and slumped against the wall. Fuck Christ I did it. I actually did it. I stole from the DEA. “CONGRATULATIONS AGENT,” Hawk said as he filled the doorway between my kitchen and living room. He stepped in followed by two masked men both holding guns. “I SEE YOU DIDN’T GET YOURSELF SHOT OR CAUGHT. THAT’S ALWAYS A GOOD THING, BUT YOU DO NEED TO WORK ON YOUR NERVOUSNESS. IF ANYONE AT YOUR OFFICE WAS ACTUALLY COMPETENT THEY MIGHT HAVE NOTICED. NOW, I BELIEVE YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME?” My mind raced - fuck he had people watching me at the office? He said he did but I figured that was bullshit. Guess better to learn it for sure now and not later. I unzipped my jacket, pulled out the roll of papers, unbuttoned my shirt and hefted out the evidence bag and set it on the counter. Hawk walked over, inspected the bag and smiled when I handed him the evidence form with the box label stuck to the back of it. Hawk opened the bag, dumped a baggy onto the counter, grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, crushed it up, then sorted it into lines. He pulled a bill out of his pocket, handed it to me and said, “SNORT UP AGENT. YOU WILL FIND THAT SNORTING IT PROVIDES A - SHALL WE SAY DIFFERENT RUSH - THAN STICKING IT UP YOUR ASS. GO ON NOW. MY TURN. AH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD. VERY GOOD. THIS WAS A TEST BATCH OF A NEW STRAIN OF COOK FOR A SPECIAL CLIENT. I REALLY HATED TO SEE IT LOST BECAUSE SOME DUMB JUNKIE WAS TOO STUPID NOT TO GET CAUGHT. SO HARD TO FIND GOOD HELP THESE DAYS. NOW AGENT, IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES. I NEED SOME MORE OF THAT ASS AND YOU NEED TO BE REMINDED OF YOUR ROLE - WHICH IS TO BE MY CUM DUMP - ME AND MY GUY’S THAT IS. THEY MISSED OUT ON THE FUN LAST NIGHT SO I TOLD THEM THEY COULD EACH FUCK YOU TODAY. THEY WILL HELP ME TEACH YOU WELL HOW TO SERVE YOUR ARYAN MASTERS AS WE FILL YOU WITH RAW DICK AND POZ CUM.” 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 still 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. STAY TUNED FOR PART 4 (*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!)

Part 2: Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” My plan to take down the biggest meth cook in the region had failed miserably. My career in the DEA was over! Not only was I chained, naked, in some warehouse but my best friend and fuck buddy Chris had betrayed me and set me up. All future regret and assessment of what had gone wrong were pushed aside as a fresh wave of drug high crashed over me and a new round of searing pain tore through me as Hawk pushed his raw, Aryan dick inside my previously unfucked hole. “YOUR LITTLE ONE WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING AGENT,” Hawk said, “HE SAID YOU NEVER GOT FUCKED. OF COURSE I DIDN’T BELIEVE HIM, BUT LOOK - HERE IS THE PROOF - I HAVE POPPED YOUR CHERRY GOOD. PERFECT! I LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN CONVERTING A NEG BOTTOM AND FILLING THEM WITH MY MUTANT AIDS CUM. YOU KNOW METH DOES THAT RIGHT? IT MUTATES THE VIRUS AND METH AND LIQUOR ARE MY TWO MAIN FOOD GROUPS - ALONG WITH RAW ASS - OK SO THREE FOOD GROUPS. MY POINT AGENT IS THAT IT IS OK TO SCREAM, TO EMBRACE THE PAIN AND FRUSTRATION YOU ARE FEELING, TO FIGHT BACK. IT WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD OF COURSE. IT’S FAR TOO LATE AGENT - OH YES FAR TOO LATE. YOU FEEL THAT AGENT? THAT’S MY DICK PUMPING YOUR ASS FULL OF MY SPERM. PUSHING IT INTO EVERY RIP IN YOUR ANAL WALL - CREATING MY OWN 4TH REICH OF CUM DUMP FAGGOTS WHO I BRAND WITH MY SUPERIOR DNA. YES - TAKE IT AGENT - TAKE IT ALL!!” I looked down to see Hawk’s fingernails embedded deep into the flesh around my waist, small trickles of red creating meandering streams down my thighs as he dug as hard as he could while cumming inside me. I had to bite my tongue in order not to scream from the burning pain in my ass as he fucked me and bred my hole. I would not give this filth the satisfaction. The brutal pummeling paused like the final throes of battle before an armistice and I heaved a sigh of relief. The meth lord just laughed, “WHAT? YOU THINK I AM DONE? FUCK NO! WE HAVE JUST GOTTEN STARTED. I’M A POZ FUCK BREEDER AND CAN SEED THAT ASS OVER AND OVER. THERE IS NO END AGENT. NO SOLUTION TO YOUR CURRENT PREDICAMENT EXCEPT DOING WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY, HOW I SAY. RIGHT NOW, WHAT I SAY IS THAT I AM PACKING THAT SHIT CHUTE LIKE A COLOMBIAN MULE THEN RIDING YOU HARD AND PUTTING YOU AWAY WET. YOU READY TO GET SO FUCKING HIGH YOU CANNOT SAY YOUR A,B,Cs? I MIGHT CONSIDER STOPPING IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO OFFER ME AGENT? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER? MAYBE THE LIFE OF YOUR LITTLE ONE? YOUR FRIEND? YOUR LOVER? OH YOU WANT TO SAVE HIM? REALLY? ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID AGENT? YOU KNOW THIS WAS ALL HIS DOING. HE HAD A SIMPLE CHOICE. I’D CUT HIS HANDS OFF FOR STEALING FROM ME OR HE COULD OFFER ME SOMETHING BETTER. SO HERE WE ARE AGENT - YOU ARE THE SOMETHING BETTER AND HE GETS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE FAG HANDS ATTACHED - FOR NOW.” My body shook as Hawk finger fucked me rough, hard, and burrowed trails of meth into my anal lining. I was gasping and drooling like some tweaked out idiot and wanted to just grab my head to try to slow down my thoughts. The handcuffs and chain made that impossible and when the meth cooker shoved his raw dick back up my dry, scabbed hole I barely flinched. Another Aryan load up my ass later and the chain was loosened from the ceiling and I crumpled to the floor. My legs burned, my body was on fire. Was that his AIDs virus of the drugs? The skin on my knees was ripped off entirely as Hawk looped the long chain around his forearm and dragged me behind him like a Sultan’s concubine. I managed to get my feet under me enough to stumble along after him. The hallway swayed back and forth with every step. Hawk stopped, my head was hit hard, I crumpled to the old factory floor as toxic rain poured from the heavens. “FEEL THAT? SMELL THAT? THAT IS GOOD CHEM PISS RIGHT THERE. THAT’S HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE AGENT - JUST A FUCK PUPPET FOR MY DICK, POZ LOAD, AND A URINAL FOR MY BODILY WASTE. OPEN THAT MOUTH - I SAID FUCKING OPEN IT! GAG ON THAT PISS AGENT - SWALLOW MY SALTY FLUID. YOU ARE MINE NOW - BODY, SOUL, LIFE. ALL MINE. DON’T WORRY. I BOTTLE MY PISS. CHEM MICRO-BREW. EVERY OUNCE I PISS OUT WILL GO INSIDE YOU FROM NOW ON ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.” The pores on my skin opened to allow his Periodic Table of bodily fluids to seep inside me. Hawk was still naked as he dragged me onward. We approached a large, steel door that was guarded by two men in ski masks both dressed in black and holding automatic weapons. Fuck! What had I been thinking? There was no way I could have taken these guys on alone. The door was pulled back, bright fluorescent lights burned my retinas as Hawk dragged me inside, pushed me face first against a steel column, and casually wound the chain between wrists and around the steel. The meth cooker walked over to a large, plexiglass clean room that took up most of the interior of the warehouse space we were in. He hit the intercom, the light turned orange, and as he casually began to put on latex gloves he addressed the dozen or so workers inside - all of whom were men, and all of whom were naked except for their white underwear and face masks. “LISTEN UP FOLKS!” Hawk yelled, “THIS HERE IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND. MR. DEA AGENT. NOW YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY I BROUGHT HIM IN HERE - RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF MY COOK - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKING PACKING AND SHIPPING LINE. WELL, MR. DEA AGENT HERE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND JUST HOW FUCKING TINY AND HELPLESS HE IS. NOW SOME OF YOU KNOW I HAVE A DICK THAT CAN BUST YOUR ASS WIDE OPEN. WELL I JUST PLANTED TWO HOT LOADS - HEAR ME - TWO FUCKING LOADS UP THIS DEA AGENT’S ASS. I POPPED HIS CHERRY GOOD. NOW AS A TOKEN OF MY APPRECIATION I WILL LEAVE HIM HERE FOR A WHILE. LET HIM STEW IN MY JUICES AND OF COURSE, LET HIM TAKE WHATEVER DICK ANY OF YOU FUCKERS WANT TO STICK UP HIS ASS. YOU HEAR ME? WHEN I COME BACK I EXPECT TO SEE HIS CHEEKS COVERED WITH SO MUCH POWDER I’LL THINK WE’RE IN THE ALPS AND I ALSO EXPECT - NOW PAY FUCKING CLOSE ATTENTION - I WILL ALSO EXPECT TO SEE PROOF THAT HIS ASS HAS BEEN FUCKED AND BRED BY YOUR RAW DICKS.” I watched as Hawk walked past me towards another door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” Stay Tuned for Part 3 (*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!)

Ready to shoot my load

The first time I ever purposefully took a load, I'd been getting fucked by some guy in his backyard jacuzzi. He'd been wearing a rubber and was quite adamant about it. Anyways... I pulled the rubber off and begin to suck his cock. I could tell he was getting close and when I felt him tense up and that first volley of cum shot in my mouth, I immediately turned around and in one motion impaled myself on his cock. He grabbed my shoulders, pulled me tight, and emptied his balls inside me. I was in heaven. He freaked out. But I still had his cum inside me... The end. :-)

So it was in the mid of 2001, i was living in that time in cologne/germany. I still was neg, but by visiting the bars and the darkrooms more and more I let the gus fuck me bare. One day I met a guy at the bar..wie talked a lot, drinking some beer...and he invited me to his place.. It was one of these hot nights in the summer, I only had a shorts and a shirt on, and as alwasdo, no underwear:-) On the way to his home.. he was grabbling at my cock, kissing me..and we became more and more horny. reaching his home... the air was very sticky and warm... we put out our clothes..just smoking for relaxing:-) He told me that he will fuck me only bare, as I Told him that i was still neg gut want to convert. Horny as hell, he fixed me on his bed, got a thoothbrush, putting in my arse. Then he stroke his cockin dry and hard.. he fucked me over half an hour, looking at me..then he asked:*Are you ready for my gift?* Icried *Put it in, I want to be your brother*..he fucked again, I felt his cock becomming harder and bigger..he moaned..and shoot in his toxic juice. When he got out, he put a plug in and gave his cok in my moth for cleaning it.. I saw his cum on it, and my blood...soo good. It was the best fuck I ever had. He told me that he was not on med and highly toxic. By saying this I turnd arround putting my arse up again for him. For three days we didn't leave his place, fucking us to hell... 3 Weeks later I became sick... We are still friends, and wenn wee meet, we must change our new bebies:-))

Nips can take up to 6 months to properly heal. A pa will heal within a few days.. plenty of piss tends to help with the process. Fucked for the first time 10 days after..

Time to ram it home. After several repeated sessions of coating Ram's chest, abs and even neck with my raw unmedicated poz cum, it was again time push his limits. When he asked to come over the workout, I told him I already had. The next day he asked again and this time I told him I was busy and would have to skip out. After a third rejection, he was getting antsy and asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you think that?" "You haven't worked out with me for a while." "Rambo, it's been three days. Hardly 'a while'. "Yeah, you're right, I'm ...I'm just checking." "No, you're just horny for my dick, aren't you?" "Yeah, well, I can't lie. It's definitely fun." "You like me covering you in poz cum, right?" "It's fucking hot, man. You and your cock are amazing." "Come over tonight." "I can't. Joseph is here." "Make an excuse. I've been dying to lick that pretty ass of yours." "Fuck, okay. I'll be there." The cheating mode was already in him: the need to go even further. Tonight was going to be the night I had my way with him - completely. The hours rolled around, and 1:00 AM arrived faster than I expected - and as it did, Ram appeared at my door, clearly nervous. "How'd you get out?" "I waited till he fell asleep. He's kinda a heavy sleeper," he replied, adding "but I probably can't stay long." "Then what are your pants still doing on?" I asked as I pulled him into my arms, pushing my tongue behind his lips. He let out an almost girlish moan. I grabbed the small of his back and with my free hand explored his pants, only to discover Ram wasn't wearing underwear. His determination to cheat made me instantly hard so I kissed him harder, practically tongue-fucking his throat. He continued to moan while my mouth covered his and he dropped his pants and kicked them away. My finger sought-out his lightly fuzzed crack and rubbed his tight stud hole. "You want daddy to eat this hole boy?" I asked finally coming up for air. "Fuck yeah" he replied, mesmerized by the prospects. "Fuck yes daddy." I repeated "Fuck yes daddy" he said twice more while I growled and rewarded him with another deep kiss and he moaned into my mouth. "Get on the fucking couch boy and show Daddy your stud hole." He practically jumped on the couch on his knees wrapping his arms on the head rest and pushing his ass back. I took a moment to enjoy the view Then I dove in, grabbing each of his tight stud ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal that lightly furry hole. I ran my tongue from bottom to top around and repeat. "OHHHHHHFUUUUUCKKK," Ram moaned. I licked then sucked then chewed then licked again in rhythm, over and over, playing Ram like the instrument he was, using his moans and whimpers and words to create a masterpiece of sound that was his slow descend into betrayal - and soon after every inch of my deathly poz cock. I continued to suck chew and lick and slowly pull back on his hips until finally I was carrying him by his hips tongue fucking his tight hole, still so tight from lack of use, (stupid Joseph for not paying more attention to the fuckhole), leaving Ram face to face with my swinging dick while he did a handstand on the couch. Then I felt it: his warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of my dripping poz cock. He moaned as he sucked on the dirty precum, even knowing full well the danger, knowing full well that he was betraying the boy he loved. Not, of course, knowing my viral load was much higher than it would generally be after a two week lapse in meds. We 69'd for a few more minutes until I let him down and escorted him to the bed room. He jumped on all fours on the bed as I fed him my dripping cock, watching him choke until I pressed a small bottle of poppers under his nose and ordered him to sniff. I could feet the high run through his body as the warm of this mouth increased and he slobbered ever so much more. I let my hands run over his back, and slid a single finger into his wet hole. Slowly but steadily his hole opened, up, so I pressed him to take a few more hits of poppers, and sure enough his hole was then able to accommodate not one, but three fingers fucking his hole Pulling him up from his knees I embraced him and kissed him roughly. Then I rolled him on his back while biting his chest abs shoulders nipples all the while spitting on my rock hard nine incher, rubbing it on Ram's hole, murmuring "I want you so bad, Rambo." "I want you too." "I want to fuck you so good." "Fuck...." "I want to make you moan." "Yeah...." "I want to feel you cum with my dick all inside you." "Fuck, Daddy." "Fuck yeah. Daddy wants to fuck his boy." "Fuck, Daddy." "You want Daddy to fuck you, boy?" "Fuck, yeah, " he replied, his eyes locked on mine, even as he knew his next decision would be a milestone. I kissed him hard and deep, and urged him "Let Daddy fuck his boy good." "Fuck yes, Daddy." "Say it." "Fuck me, Daddy." "Say it, boy!" "FUCK ME DADDY!" I rubbed my hard precum covered cock over his hole and started to apply pressure. Ram went rigid and I bit him and licked his neck and body rubbing his back while my slimy death stick pressed in on him. He squirmed and growled and exclaimed in pain, but I continued applying pressure, and finally my cock head popped into his hole. His entire body arched and spasmed, but I held tight, sliding in inch by inch, diving ever deeper into his body. Ram looked up, his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me, staring at the ceiling, willing me to tear into him. He tried to yell, but could only manage a high pitched grunt, and then his head would fly back and then he began shaking from side to side. Thrashing slightly until finally my balls rested on the curve of his ass, my full poz filled cock buried in him. He looked at me, pulled me close and kissed me and I returned the kiss with equal ardor. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life," I stated as I flexed my cock inside his body, enjoying the sight of his his eyes widen and head shake Again he grunted "Fuck me, Daddy!" "This is poz dick inside you, Rambo." "Fuck!!!!" He ran his fingers over my back, striving to pull me in even deeper. I leaned close to his face and reminded him "I'm full of poz cum Rambo" "Fuck I know, I know I know." "You like me to fill you with my poz load?" "Fuck yes...fuck yes, Dadddddddyyy." "Daddy wants to fill your ass full of poz cum tonight," I again reminded him as I pushed forward and began slowly and softly pumping his hole. "Fuck Daddy." He was staring back at me looking at me and holding me. "You gonna let Daddy fill your hole up?" "Fuck me, yes, Daddy." "You gonna let Daddy fuck you full of poz cum?" At this point I began the rhythm that would lead to my orgasm. "Yes, Daddy fuck yes fuck yes fuck yessssuhhhhh." "You love poz Daddy fucking you, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssssssssss." "Say it." "I love poz Daddy fucking me." "I...Love....It...Fuck...Me...Uh....Fu...ck...Me...Fu...uh..ck...Meh.....Fu...ck. Meeeeeeeee...." I began to pile-drive his ass. It opened up quite nicely, which enabled me to fuck ever deeper, ever harder, especially as his juices (and my pre-cum) rendered his hole wetter and sloppier opening and opening to accept the full length and girth of my cock. "Joseph never fucks you this way, right?" He looked at me, suddenly remembering the man he had until now blocked. So I repeated myself, determined to drive home the message: "Joseph never fucks you like Daddy, does he?" "No." "So, you like Daddy's dick more than Joseph's dick, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, boy." "I love Daddy's dick more! I love your daddy dick more. Dadddddyyyyyfuck I love your dick more." "You're a cheating little cum whore, Rambo." "Yes I am "Your hole is for poz cum," I declared as I reached-over, grabbed his cell phone and positioned it right over him so I could record my raw dick sliding in and out of his hole, revealing the red and white a pink of his freshly fucked up hole as well as his writhing body and expressive face as he moaned in delight as I fucked him. Having him fully in my control, I demanded he "Say it for the camera, Rambo." "I'm a cheating whore. I love poz cock." "Joseph never fucks you like this." "Noone ever fucks me like this." "You love it, don't you, cumslut." "Yes, I fuckin' love it, Daddy!" "I'm gonna cum Rambo. I'm gonna cum in your hole." "Please, cum in me, Daddy!" I placed the camera right in front of both of us to see both our faces leaning in kissing as i shot cum string after cum string into him. He moaned and groaned as the fucking continued. I stayed rock hard holding his hands so he couldn't jack off fucking his cum filled hole. I flipped him to his back, I fucked him against the wall, I fucked him with him laying on top of me. Finally I fucked him again, this time his legs in the air. His eyes were so far in the back of his head he was nearly foaming at the mouth. For good measure I spat on him a few times, even as I withdrew my dirty cock, wiping myself on his lips and face. When we finally stopped I had blown three loads in his hole and I could fit four fingers in with virtually no resistance. He slept for a good five hours. When he woke up we briefly made out, and then he hobbled back to his car. His phone had died from the recording but we both knew Joseph would be losing his mind. He left while still trying to come up with a viable excuse to give to Joseph, but I was already working on the second phase of my effort: Joseph. God knows hes gonna need some TLC.

I climbed off John, threw on some basketball shorts and slowly walked to the door. The knocking varied, but suggested a diligence and dedication that could only mean one thing. I opened the door and there stood the boyfriend. He stood at 5' 7", 170 to 180 pounds, well fed, and he'd grown a good beard since I had last seen him. He looked like a hot cub and I noticed his eyes quickly checked me out, up and down. No words were spoken as I let him in, and equally wordlessly I led him to the basement where we found John, his boyfriend of six years laying naked on the king sized mattress, covered in cum and hickeys, his asshole winking and muscles twitching from the stress of the onslaught of fuck session through which he had just gone. The boyfriend walked slowly over to John, placed his hand on his knee, body and face. John's eyes fluttered, and uttered a sound which was almost like a name and then sighed back to sleep. The boyfriend smiled meekly and kissed John on the forehead, murmuring almost sweetly "You fucking slut" as he caressed John's face. Then he leaned down and pulled an eight inch blade from his side of his shoe. I wondered briefly what he did for a living that made him have to carry a knife on his person, but I simply crossed my arms and remarked "He loved every second of it." "I have no doubt he did." The boyfriend said matter of factly "There's always been a little slut buried inside him. You don't love someone for six years and not know the cravings inside." I couldn't help but smile. Did he actually accept this part of his boyfriends identity? With that I cautiously remarked "One cock will never be enough for him." "You'd think I should buy him a new dildo each Christmas and birthday, in addition to his regular gift. I know my boyfriend. I know what he craves and I know what he's like" pausing to wipe the tears off John's face, and then adding "And I also know when he's done." "Deciding to test the boyfriend, I asked "What makes you think I'll let you walk out of here with him?" Now it was his turn to smile. "Because you and I aren't that different, Mark." I couldn't help it, my eyes widened slightly. If not for the dark, he would have known that he'd taken me off guard. "We both get bored after we're done and kick the boy out when we're satisfied, and given the fact that you took the time to answer the door, I'd say you were done. After all you really called me over here to pick him up since he obviously won't be walking." With that the boyfriend took off his shirt revealing a large well defined and slightly hairy chest and a surprisingly flat stomach. He covered John with the shirt and pulled some gym briefs from his pocket and lifted John up in both arms. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was showing off as he carried his now-destroyed boy up the staircase. I watched him stuff his boyfriend in his car, kiss him lightly on the cheek before getting in and driving off. I also couldn't help get the feeling John was still going to get fucked to his boyfriend's satisfaction when he got home. I smiled to myself, thinking of his boyfriend who would probably gently clean him off before throwing his body back onto a bed and fucking John's brains out, as he probably had planned to do all along that night. I thought the boyfriend to be cold and uncaring, while at the same time remarkably passionate. I began to get hard at the very thought of the scene that would be unfolding at John's place, but his boyfriend had been right. For now at least, I was done with John. I flipped on Grinder, and began the hunt, but I was distracted as I thought of John's fine body and ass, and how little my next conquest would compare too it, but finally a profile caught my eye: Tony was on-line. Tony, the slim athletic boy who had fucked John in my first encounter. A plan began to unfold in my mind and I knew tonight would not be wasted, so I initiated this conversation: yo hey whats up he replied you remember me yeah... john's coming back tonight he wants more really? yeah, I told him It would just be u and me fucking him. and he seemed really excited fuck ur kidding me I'm boned nah come on over we'll fuck himtogether Tony showed up almost instantly. As he walked in, he stripped off his shirt and walked straight into the living room, and promptly froze with his hand on his pant button when he saw the empty room. "He's not here yet," I explained, adding "he's trying to sneak away from his boy." "They're still together?" asked Tony in a somewhat shocked voice. "Yeah, I guess so" as I smiled and handed Tony a drink into which I had thrown an Ambien. Within ten minutes Tony was yawning, "You want some Redbull bro?" I asked. "You're looking sleepy." "Yeah, totally man." I passed him a Redbull into which I had loaded with G. He chugged it, no doubt wanting to be ready for John, who's boyfriend was probably balls-deep in fucking him. Tony was slim fit with nice abs n a good round booty. John had maybe ten pounds more muscle, but Tony was taller, and his face was easier on the eyes. I began to rub Tony's shoulders lightly, testing how awake he was. Tony was clearly fighting to stay awake, but his muscles were becoming limp. "Let's get this party started." "Wha--" Tony began, but I had my tongue in his mouth and began to pull down the slim top's jeans. He moaned against my tongue as the confusion of Ambien, Redbull and G impaired his judgement. Soon enough he fell to the floor. "I'm a t-tt-top" he moaned as I sucked on his neck and my hands started to spread and squeeze his ass cheeks. "No you're not" and I began to work my well lubed finger into his hole. It was super tight and small. I held his 28 inch waist and pressed my spiked lube into his hole. He moaned and shook and then began to back his ass up onto my hand as the lube took its toll. Two fingers, then three began to vigorously open-up his hole. Finally, when I gauged he was ready, I began to push my dick in. He resisted to some degree, but his body was craving it, so I pushed my cock head into his ass steadily, thinking I was ploughing a hole that was practically virginal. Finally he arched his back and accepted my assault until my balls were resting on his hole. I began to move inside of him, and not surprisingly he shook, groaned, and yelled, grabbing my arms then letting them drop above his head, again and again. I could feel his ass open for me, so I picked-up speed and fucked him vigorously. His eyes were open and glazed and his mouth open, yet silent, as I unloaded my final load of the day into him. I pulled out, tossed his clothing at him , then pushed him out the door. I watched him stumble in the direction of the bus stop, all the while still trying to slip into his clothing - and yet avoid falling on the pavement. I stood in the window for a long time thinking: for the first time in as long as I could recall, I felt oddly unsatisfied from sex. I wanted the open Filipino hole I'd been fucking so vigorously. I wanted to rape and whore out the hot, masculine, tiny bottom slut with a hot cub boyfriend. The boy was in my head, and I would have him again. Soon. More to cum

A cheer erupted as six bodies headed for the tight Filipino cum slut bent over the couch. Cum was dripping down his legs and his own cum was caked all over his cock face and body. The first guy to reach him was a 38 year old Latino, Sextex. He was 5'11 190 pounds, smooth body, decently muscular with a nice eight incher. When we exchanged e-mails, he mentioned he was married and wanted to fuck a tight boy-hole discreetly. He grabbed John's hips and slammed his cock into John's hole in one go. John screamed, but Sextex had only just begun. He pulled his dick completely out, and slammed it back all the way in roughly again, making John scream. He repeated his brutal attack again and again, making John's hole squirt cum back on his crotch with each slam. "YEAH!" Sextex growled as he continued his assault on John's ass. You couldn't really say he was fucking - rather he was repeatedly stabbing John's ass, and John screamed with each penetration. Various guest manhandled John's ass, spreading his muscular ass cheeks to assist in Sextex's attack. I noticed that every time Sextex pulled-out John's hole winked closed less and less, becoming more and more used to the giant rod raping him. Sextex's tempo increased but his stroke length was constant, all-in and all-out, ever time. The speed of Sextex's assault began to make John's toes curl and his head flew back. John's wide open mouth was too much of an invitation to pass up, and a 52 year old guy, Olderbrothertype, pushed his nice seven inch dick into John's open mouth. I'd seen Olderbrothertype at the gym plenty of times. He was a fit stud for his age, 5'7 160-170 pounds, with a nice salt 'n' pepper head of hair. One of those guys who has been fit and healthy his entire life. I'd watch him seduce the gym bunnies for months 'till he was fucking studs in the showers who were twice as fit as was he, or getting blow jobs in the sauna. At one point I watched him fuck a local college lightweight wrestler who simultaneously begged an older daddy to breed him. Good times. Now Sextex was fucking John's open, moaning mouth, and after Bigdog's throat-assault, John was doing an impressive job deep-throating Olderbrothertype's cock every time. Drool dripped down his John's chin on to the floor, his throat visibly expanding when Olderbrothertype's cock passed into his throat. Sextex looked up at the ceiling and began fucking on his toes, his eyes rolled back lost. Cheering erupted as everyone watched John's strong hips and butt cheeks move and tense and relax. He was now more of an expert at milking a dick. Olderbrothertype grabbed John's head and shot a heavy thick creamy load on his cheek and proceeded to rub it all over John'is face. Olderbrothertype looked at me, a smile crossing his lips. "Too hot. Couldn't hold it back" he chuckled. I offered him a beer and seat but he said he had to be at the gym in a few hours. He probably had another boy in mind for later but he paused while pulling out his wallet no doubt thinking that maybe this ass was worth more than the one he had in mind, but I shook my head 'no' saying "You didn't breed him, so its free." He smiled and looked back just as Sextex began to growl loud and long, fucking John's milking ass even harder. Then I noticed that, for the first time, John made a noise that sounded like a girl getting fucked. "Next time then," olderbrothertype said to me "see you at the gym." And with that he dressed and left, the whole time smiling. I went back just in time to watch Sextex pull John's hips up to his crotch, and with a grunt, unloaded inside John's ass. "TAKE ME LOAD BITCH!" he growled. "Fuuuuuuuuck yess" John gasped. Sextex pulled out and asking if I had anything to drink. "Water or beer" I mouthed. He smiled and raised one finger in each hand. One of each. I tossed him a bottle of each, and he deftly caught them, walked over to John's head, saying "Clean the the cum and ass juices off my cock. In fact, clean up my whole crotch from your mess, and when you're done, I'll give you some beer." John complied, licking all around Sextex crotch, lapping up the cum his hole had squirted out on to him. And when it came time to clean off his dick he took a swig of beer. Then Sextex slid his cock into John's mouth, enjoying a liquid, cold blow job. Sextex sipped water while letting John clean and massage his cock, giving me an approving smile. I smiled and made a gestured for payment. Sextex nodded, and setting his beer bottle on John's bobbing head, he fucked John's mouth a bit before giving John another swig. As this was going on, another cock was swiftly fucking John's hole, fast going for the cum. He was 28, 5'8 with a decent 7 incher. He moaned fucking John's and John squeezed with his ass cheeks milking it. The top came within a few minutes, asked for the bathroom and took off without paying. 'Damn', I thought, as I took a swig of my beer, watched him stride through the door, thinking I'd punish him later. I had seen him at my gym, so it shouldn't be hard to deal with the cheap fucker. Sextex cock was hard again and now he was full-on fucking John's throat, no more beer involved. John moaned, obviously loving Sextex's cock. I wondered if he could still taste his ass and all that cum still on it. A 20 year old slim black stud walked behind John's ass and pushed his thick mushroom head into John's hole. There was a audible pop, and John moaned loudly, even while deep-throating Sextex as the same time. Springbreakstud, the black boy, who was about 6'1", 150 pounds, and very smooth, moaned as he sunk the rest of his long 8.5 cock into John, slowly fucked John's hole, apparently enjoying the depth he was reaching. Meanwhile John arched his head all the way back, swallowing more of Sextex's cock. When Springbreakstud pushed all the way in, Sextex got Springbreak's attention, letting him know he had another load coming. Springbreakstud pulled-out, allowing Sextex to flip John onto his back, his legs in the air, his feet on Sextex's shoulders, allowing Sextex to fuck him deeply and quickly. John groaned with every breath. He raised his own arms above his head and began flexing. His body was covered in sweat and he licked his biceps and rubbed his own chest enjoying his sweat and cum-covered body, his tight core showing the lines of where a six pack was beginning to show. About then, for a second time, Sextex unloaded into John's hole, which I assumed, but this time, was somewhat sore. "Thanks boy" Sextex gasped as he caught his breathe. When he regained his composure, he grabbed his wallet and left 200 dollars on the night stand walked-out, fixing his clothing on his way out the door. Springbreakstud climbed between John's legs and continued to fuck his hole, taking up where Sextex left-off, slow-fucking John, who began flexing again, thoroughly enjoying himself. Slimguy took off with Bigdog shortly afterwards. The two had been playing with each other while watching the fuck, leaving $125 between them. As they walked out, another guy, a Latino, 2ofhearts, walked through my front door. The new guy was somewhat short, but sported a very nice 7.5 inch cock. For a short guy, he also had amazingly huge shoulders and was thickly muscled. We walked back in as Springbreakstud was pulling out his cash, getting ready to leave. John lay on the floor, not moving. "He passed out" Springbreakstud said. "Did you cum?" I asked. "Yeah, but he was already sleeping when I did." "You only pay half, then." He handed me two 20s and left with definitely a look of apprehension in his eyes. I walked over and took a careful look at John. He was visibly breathing, and apparently quite tired as he was asleep. "So, what now?" 2ofhearts asked. "Well, you can fuck him, or you can get the fuck out." I replied. He smiled and climbed between John's legs and began to fuck him. John moaned a few times during the fuck session. I grabbed some poppers and forced John to inhale. Of course the poppers woke him up a bit, and he began to respond to the new guy in his ass. Within a couple of minutes 2ofhearts shot a hefty load into John's hole. John smiled broadly and thanked the guy, tweaking his tits. The Latino payed $100 for the fuck and left without saying much, but I assume he was a satisfied customer. John lay there on my ruined rug and stained couch. He looked at me, his eyes half-open. Glancing at the clock, I counted-up the tally - while the 10th guy hadn't shown up, nine out of ten wasn't bad. I walked over to John and pushed my dick up his hole. He moaned softly, "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." We fucked slowly and softly for awhile. John's legs shivered and shook, mentally and physically beaten down. I was not surprised when he passed out again, mid-fuck, so I carried him downstairs laid him on the bed, securing him to the bed posts. He slept very soundly. It was 6:00 A.M. I showered and then lay down next to his sexy cum and sweat covered body. More to cum