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There was a time when the back room at Cell Block was a place to be, to be seen, to see, and most importantly to be had . . . if you enjoyed public sadomasochistic sex. Since I do enjoy any kind of sex in public, semi-public, private, anonymously, and any other form, I enjoyed visiting the back room at Cell Block. (For those being unfamiliar, Cell Block is a leather bar in Chicago.) That said, let your imagination go with the flow. I visited Cell Block many times through the years. I met many men from there. Some I went home with and was used gloriously for their perversions. Others became just bar friends with whom I enjoyed chatting and visiting when I hit the Windy City. Still others had other relationship statuses with me. There is one visit to Chicago and trip to Cell Block which stands out in my mind. It was a very memorable trip as well as productive. I met up with my bar friends around ten and spent time learning what all they had been up to since my last visit. They were such interesting men. The back room opened and though not a great rush to occupy it occurred there was a diminished number of patrons in the front bar. I always waited for the initial occupancy to settle in before going. Once my waiting period had passed which was a half hour to forty-five minutes usually, I would excuse myself from my group and make my way to the back room where I hoped to at least make a hook-up with at least one man. I liked to enter on the right side as that was where the door leading to the rest room was located. Calculation is that with even that small area not occupied by men against the wall or near the door, that space which normally would be filled would have its occupants scattered about the room’s other walls. Thus, by entering and staying on that side of the room initially, I would see more men. Yes, calculating and playing the odds always put me a very small step ahead of others. And, if needed, I was always closer to the rest room in case I needed to piss. I generally would take up a position about two to three feet from the rest room door. I could see then who went in and when they came out. I also had a very good view of the entire room especially the raised walkway with fencing that was at the end of the room. Many interesting scenes of entertainment happened there. Some of which I participated in. This night I was fortunate to find a spot in my preferred area and settled in with my club soda to begin my watch. I saw the usual floggings, spankings, parade of property, pissing, sucking, and making out by men of all descriptions. The traffic in and out of the rest room was nothing to note. I turned my attention once more to the shows that were being performed on the raised walkway. This walkway was against the back wall. It had a chain link fence on the front side of it making it a narrow passageway from one side of the room to the other. This was also a “stage” where many scenes played out in public. Men stood on the floor and sucked cocks that were stuck through the chain link. Some even got a few piss drinks served there. On the walkway, there were all different scenes that took place meaning nipple torture, sucking, cbt, kissing, ass slapping, and even on rare occasion a burning done with a cigarette, a cigar, or a lighter. Oh, the delightful eroticism of sadomasochism that we engage in to satisfy that wonderful lust that we crave. As I stood watching the scenes as they developed and were completed, I became so affixed to watching that I lost myself and objective for the night. What I remember is that I heard in my ear, “Looks like the floor shows are pretty dull and the usual fare.” I turned to see who had made such a statement. I turned to my left facing a white man an inch or two taller than me, about my weight, piercing blue eyes, short brown hair, full beard and moustache, muscled but not bulky (obviously not gym but real muscles from work), wearing a leather vest, black t-shirt, jeans, and biker boots. He had my attention. “It beats a video though,” I replied. He laughed but nodded agreement. We turned our attention back to the walkway. I drank the last of my club soda and set down the empty glass. I again stood watching the different shows on the walkway but aware that there was now someone who had noticed me. It was only a matter of time to see if there would be any more communication between us. I shifted on my feet and settled on my right foot. As I completed this shifting, I felt a slight pressure on the seam of my jeans. I stood perfectly still. The pointed pressure began moving up and down my seam. I let about four passes go before deciding to act. I slowly pushed on my toes making my body move slightly backwards. With my continued pushing backwards, I was rewarded with two more passes of what I presumed was a finger. Following this pointed pressure, came a rubbing of my right ass cheek. I stayed where I was and let things develop. Rubbing my ass in its entirety soon was the deal. I let this happen for several minutes before finally turning slightly to the right. Now, instead of my back to the wall, my stance was at an angle to it. I also made this turn so that I stepped a half step away from the wall. Let whoever is behind me have full view and access to my ass. I heard and felt movement behind me feeling a body move closer to me. A pair of hands began rubbing over my arms, upper hips, ass cheeks, upper thighs in the front and sides, ending on my stomach and reaching upward to my nipples. Finding my nipples, hands grasped them fully squeezing hard but eventually specializing by using two fingers on each hand to grasp the tips and squeeze hard as he twisted them. I sighed deeply surrendering to the rush. It did hurt so good. This man took over as I willingly succumbed to his wishes. Nothing had been verbalized between us other than those few words which were commentary on what we were viewing. I had no idea what his full or real intention was but was prepared to be a part of it. He continued to feel his way around my body as I settled back onto the front side of his body. We melded into one while still being the user and the used. He continued to explore me for a few minutes before leaning into my ear and asking, “You up for some public use in a corner?” I shook my head in assent. He stepped from behind me and moved to the corner of the room just a few feet away with me following. There, he backed me into the corner wrapping his arms around my waist putting his mouth close to my ear. I heard him say, “You do not speak. You nod yes or no for response. Faggots I use have no business talking to me. Do you understand and agree?” I nodded yes. “Are you willing for some heavy nipple torture and ass spanking?" I nodded yes. “Are you willing for cock and ball torture?” I shook my head no. He paused for a very long time. “Are you cleaned out for finger fucking?” I nodded yes. “Can you take as many as three fingers without complaint?” I nodded yes. “Can you take three fingers roughly?” I nodded yes. “Are you willing for me to fuck you here?” I nodded yes. “Are you willing for me to choose other men to fuck you?” I nodded yes. “Are you willing to strip naked except for your boots?” I nodded yes. “Tell the wall why no cbt.” I turned slightly to the wall and said, “I have a mass on my right ball from a major injury in childhood.” I felt both my nipples being squeezed now and twisted sharply. I stood there yearning for more as my body awakened to this intense pleasurable pain as my cock grew. As my nipples were released, more pain as the blood rushed back into the mashed areas. In my ear I heard, “When I tell you to do so, you will strip totally except for your boots. You will roll up the contents of your clothes putting your wallet in the middle of your clothes. You will then stack them on end in the corner here where you can watch them. You will kneel before me when you are finished for your final acceptance by me. Do you understand and accept?” I nodded yes. “Strip.” He stepped slightly away from me, and I proceeded to remove my biker boots then my vest and black t-shirt which I folded in half quickly laying them on top of my boots. I then unhooked my belt, unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and slid my jeans down stepping out of them. As I rose up to fold them, this Sir stepped forward saying, “Leave that jock on.” I nodded continuing to fold my jeans in half making sure that my wallet was in the middle and placed my t-shirt on my jeans rolling them both into a bundle which I placed in the corner with my vest on top as instructed. I put my biker boots on and knelt. I could tell that men around me had begun to position themselves watching my actions. I dutifully kept my head down watching the boots of this Sir as I held my hands behind me as I knelt. He stepped forward reaching around my throat securing a rope at the back of my neck. He announced publicly, “This is a faggot I’ve claimed for public use tonight. He has not earned my collar but is mine by virtue of my rope. I present him now for your witness of my using him as a pain pig. This is only to see if he meets minimum standards. He is a breeding bitch though and will be available for all to use when I am finished with him. Faggots that I use are not allowed to speak. If you have a question, direct it to me.” Nothing was said from anyone. “Faggot, get up and face the corner. Put one hand on each wall and spread your legs. Make sure you are at a slight angle and ready for my use.” I followed my orders and was soon enough prepared for public use. I felt a presence behind me followed by a sharp stinging almost instantaneously with a crisp slapping sound as my ass began feeling blows from a gloved right hand and then a gloved left hand that continued to alternate as my ass surely reddened with each blow. As quickly as it had begun, this beautiful torture stopped only to be replaced by my nipples being grasped and tortured once more but more savagely than had been done before. I contained my sounds in my throat as I accepted all these assaults. My cock had begun to grow more and stretched the pouch on my jockstrap. I was leaking pre-cum almost as if I were pissing. The joy of such can only be understood by a Sadist or another masochist. Once more pain rushed into my nipples as they were released from the mighty crush of this Sir’s pincer fingers. He stepped backwards and again assaulted my ass with his gloved hands heating my ass cheeks to a very hot red without my ever having the need to see them. Experience had told me what I looked like at this point. This new Sir stepped forward leaning in close to my ear and said, “Are you prepared for me to use my belt on your back, ass, and legs?” I thought as quickly as possible at his precise words knowing that the boundaries had changed and shook my head yes. He stepped backwards several steps. I heard him unsnap his buckle and withdraw his belt. I made a slight shuffle in my position and prepared myself by hunching my back slightly and moving slightly lower with my hands and backwards with my feet. My back, ass, and legs were going to be fully available for him. As I prepared myself once more, I also heard several feet moving to my right and left as men moved away from the area. I felt the first sting on my back and jerked my head upwards immediately moving it back down. Two, three, four, five, six more blows to my back. He moved on to my ass with criss cross action marking me with such temporary belt marks. I sensed him stepping to the side as the assault on my ass eased to be followed quickly by my legs being hit. He moved quickly like a cat from one side of me to the other making one leg and then the other the primary target for his belt. And, when satisfied there, he moved up to my back once more where he gave me about a half dozen more slaps of his belt moving on to my ass for another half dozen slaps, and ending back on my legs for a finale. He rushed into me as I stood there bathed in sweat and knowing that I had red marks all over my back side. He wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me into him causing a secondary round of pain to shoot through me. He hissed into my ear, “You’re a fucking pig for pain, and you’ve got me turned on real good.” I knew what he meant as my ass though on fire from his beating could feel his hard cock being pressed into my skin. “Pig, you bend way over when I let go of you. You might survive this.” He released me, and I bent over. Almost instantly I felt a very dry sharp pain in my hole as he plunged his middle finger full length into my ass with no benefit of spit or lube. Sweat is no real lube. He fingered me hard for a few minutes before inserting his index finger along with his middle finger. Still no lube was used. He continued to now assault my inside as he gently rubbed my back and ass cheeks admiring his work no doubt. Finally satisfied with his double digit assault, he now shoved his ring finger in me and began a slower but steadier assault with his twists and turns and full length jabs as I made every effort to accept him. This Man was talented outside and inside at inflicting wonderfully erotic pain. Once satisfied that his three-digit assault had done their job, I felt all three fingers withdrawn quickly collapsing my hole and giving me a needed break. I began once more breathing easily and taking in full lungs of air not only to give me a respite but to bring me back to some level of thinking. This did not last long though. This Sir had other ideas and was keen on knowing when one of his faggots had recouped enough for further use. With no fanfare, once more I felt my hole being splayed open with a middle finger. This time the assault was different. This time there was a decidedly different purpose. This was not to determine if my gut was clean and could take a hard finger fucking. Scraping was being done. I felt long deliberate strokes of his fingertip that moved downward attempting to abrade my insides. This somewhat surprised me and didn’t. He continued a careful but methodical movement all around my inside and completely the length that his middle finger could make. He had no doubt made some inroads at some point on my insides. Satisfied that his last invasion was to his satisfaction this Sir removed his middle finger stood once more behind me pushing upright bringing his three fingers to my mouth where I willingly accepted them using my tongue to wash them clean. As I bathed his fingers, I heard once more the familiar voice saying, “You fucking faggot. Your ass is going to get bred tonight and you ARE going to accept it, aren’t you?” I shook my head yes. “You need being bred in public, don’t you?” I shook my head yes. “You make any sound of protest at all, bitch, and I will beat you senseless. You understand and agree?” I shook my head yes. “Your ass was bleeding when I pulled my fingers out. You know what that means, don’t you, bitch?” I shook my head yes as I had already tasted the slightness of blood on this Sir’s fingers. Fingers were pulled from my mouth as I felt this Sir unsnap his jeans and heard the zipper slide quickly downward stopping only once it had reached the bottom. I felt a scalding hot rod of meat jump out and strike my cheeks. Mentally I prepared myself for what I knew would be a much more erotic painful entry in my ass. I willed myself to switch off all my senses of pain that would result in an openly public display of physical hurt while at the same time channeling those thoughts of delightful acceptance of what was to come and to embrace this pain as a needed supply of energy to me. I stood facing the corner as my blood red cheeks were pulled apart allowing the head of this Sir’s cock to align itself with the opening of my ass. I felt his left hand firmly grasp atop my torso as his right hand moved to my waist. My ass cheeks closed in around his cock sealing my fate. No pretense of making niceties by offering up any spit or other lube. My own body moisture was all that I was going to be granted to allow this formidable cock to gain entry into my ass. The pain was exotic as I knew it would be when with no warning my sphincter and ass lips were spread open wide and forced to accept this now fully hardened cock from this Sir whom I had seen only briefly. The channel of my gut fully inflated as this hardened upward turned tube on a man made its way inside me at the speed of light stretching so that with each passing of the smallest fraction of his cock created the friction that a glacier does as it descends a valley scraping and abrading as it passes. Such exotic pain delivered was what I needed now. More he pushed himself into my ass as he drove his hardened upward bent spike into me no doubt stretching those small cuts he had made with his fingernail. I made every effort to push outward not to expel but to allow further entry and to ease my angst of not satisfying him. He heard no sound from me other than a sharp inhale of air which I held until he had fully inserted his curved manliness—his scepter of authority over me. Once done, I did make an effort to relax to allow the full enjoyment of this man and how he had invaded me. I whimpered very, very quietly and enjoyed the exaltation that was mine. The shooting pain continued throughout my body and coursed round and round from one nerve ending to another bouncing as if it were a pin ball in a game. Not indicating he had heard me this Sir now grabbed my waist and began fucking me without any hesitation or time to adjust to his occupancy. He pounded my semi-dry hole without mercy but with a determined measure that would surely cease only when he chose to do so and with any luck for me to feel his releasing his cum load deep inside me. The more he fucked my hole the more he sent those shooting pains throughout my body. The more he fucked my hole the more he created those inevitable fuck juices including his own pre-cum liquid that so prominently come to pass even without lube. I felt my ass cheeks being pried open by unknown hands allowing him to make entry further into me as I stood braced against the walls with my own two hands and my feet firmly planted on the floor. “You fucking breeding pig stock. You’re going to feel the first of many breeding loads in your ass soon enough. You’re going to take every fucking breeding I tell you to take and like it. You fucking belong to me, and you are marked as mine. You fucking whore.” I heard all this as he fucked harder and harder into and out of my ass. I shook my head yes for him and all others to see. His cock continued to be buried and to resurface as this Sir fucked me steadily as he held my hips now. He had created a tempo which I judged and now began milking his cock on the outward stroke. At the furthest point of his inward stroke, I would quickly use my ass muscles to clamp down on his cock just as it began its outward stroke. He allowed this without commentary until at last he increased his tempo. He said, “You breeder pig. You dig being fucked and bred, don’t you? I know you do you fucking pig. I feel those ass muscles of yours. You need to be bred here by every fucking man. You can’t get enough, can you? You cock-loving cum crazed faggot! You need to have your ass bred HARD, don’t you? DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKIN’ BREED STOCK PIG?” I shook my head vigorously yes. The hands that once pried open my cheeks pulled away leaving my Sir alone at my hole. He reached up with both hands grabbing the top of my torso as he slammed into my ass harder and harder and faster and faster. I was losing my balance as he began to spiral up the last level of passion for him. “YOU GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKING BREED PIG WHORE YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE MY BALL JUICES IN YOUR ASS, YOU FUCK PIG! YOU FUCKING BREED PIG WHORE!” And, with that I felt him shove his upturned cock fully into my ass as his balls began pumping and pumping and pumping their contents out of themselves and through the cords and into his cock through his cock tunnel and finally splattering inside me coating my gut with his hot, creamy, white, gooey, paste-like cum load. I clamped down hard and released instantaneously but continued to milk his cock as it filled me at my deepest recesses. He continued to expel his cum load in my ass as he held tightly to my shoulders, and I balanced myself allowing him to return to a normal state after such a public scene. Several minutes passed before he slowly began withdrawing his now semi-rigid cock from my ass. I gently squeezed on his cock so that my ass would taste all of his cum not wanting to miss a drop. Once completely withdrawn, he pushed up to me and said, “You fucking are mine breeder pig. In more ways than one, you are mine. You are marked, and I will always be with you. Know that. Your night has just begun. You will kneel and clean my cock, then, return quickly to this position for more breeding. You got that?” I shook my head yes. He stepped back away from me, and I did as I was told to the letter. When I had returned to my post, my Sir announced in a loud voice heard throughout the back room, “ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO BREED THIS PIG IS WELCOME TO DO SO. NO MAN WILL BE TURNED AWAY. ANY MASTER WHO WISHES TO REWARD HIS BOY, FAGGOT, OR SLAVE FOR SERVICES RENDERED TO HIM MAY USE THIS BREEDING PIG SO THAT HIS BOY, FAGGOT, OR SLAVE CAN RELEASE HIMSELF. THIS IS A BREEDING PIG. HE NEEDS TO BE BRED AND TO TAKE AS MANY CUM LOADS AS POSSIBLE. HE ISN’T HERE JUST TO BE FUCKED; HE NEEDS CUM LOADS IN HIS ASS. SO, PRIME YOUR OWN SELF, STEP UP BEHIND HIM, SHOVE YOUR COCK DEEP IN HIS ASS, AND LET LOOSE INSIDE. HE HAS BEEN PRIMED ALREADY WITH A LOAD FROM ME. YOU CAN’T BE THE FIRST, BUT YOU CERTAINLY CAN BE THE NEXT.” I heard this announcement and waited with legs spread apart leaning slightly into the corner while my arms supported me away from the walls. I heard mumbling behind and to my sides as I sensed my Sir standing next to me. I would not look; I had no need to do so. I was here to provide him with satisfaction of knowing that he totally owned me for use and that what he said was law. All was right with the world. I heard my Sir respond to questions from other men. Yes, any man, any cum load. No, just shoot your load; it’s not a fucking contest. Yes, I would take any man and cum load because my Sir had said so. I would not refuse. No, I was not to be beaten; that was reserved for this Sir. No, not even torture my nipple. Yes, shoot your load in his ass. I thought that a game of twenty questions had begun. Then, I heard him say, “Go ahead. He needs it. He needs it now.” I felt a presence between my legs. “Bend over and give him a target, breeding pig.” I bent over resulting in my ass spreading open and exposing my ass hole. I felt a hand on my right hip as an object moved closer to my ass hole. I felt a pressure that mounted and as it did I began pushing outward. POP! The head of another cock slid inside me followed by a nice size cock that slowly sank into me fully. Both of my hips were now held as this new man fucked me hard. There was no foreplay. Within less than two minutes, I heard behind me a man’s voice rising up, “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, fucking yeah. DAMN!” and felt my ass being filled once more with a new load of cum. Seconds was all it took for this one to finish. He withdrew quickly. “No, he’s here for breeding. You’ll have no problem finding some other faggot to clean your dick off. Move. Let this next man in.” This is how it went one man after another. There were times when no one was ready to shoot their load. But, I was there ready anyway. One man after another though would stand behind me, shove his cock into my ass, pump his cock in and out a few times, and then I would receive another load of cum to my gratification and more importantly to my Sir’s satisfaction. This continued on until the lights flickered and closing was announced. I knew it had to be closing in on two in the morning. I had no clue how many cum loads I had taken. I knew it had to be a lot as by now they were definitely leaking out of my ass and running down my legs. I did not care. I gloried in it. I trembled with gratitude for this new Sir and his reading me so correctly. I waited to be told to dress but the direction never came. I stayed where I was and the sounds of the room lessened and lessened. However, there was somewhat of a rush at the last minute by some men to get behind me to shoot their loads of cum deep in me before departing. They, too, eventually faded away. “Don’t move, pig.” I stayed where I was and listened to the sounds from the outer bar and from the bar back who was moving through the now brightly lit room collecting items, cleaning, and straightening the room. I heard footsteps soon enough and from the sound several men were approaching. I heard this Sir say, “Thank you for allowing me to have some real fun tonight back here. This is a breeder pig I met. If you want to use him, he will suck your cock until you shoot a load, you can fuck a load in his ass, or you can use him as a urinal. He won’t object at all, will you, pig?” I shook my head no. “If you choose not to use him, I still thank you but offer him up if you wish.” With that, I heard a zipper and prepared myself. I felt my cheeks being pulled open and the head of a hardening cock pressing inward to find my hole. Located, there was more pressure and more hardening until at last the head slipped inside me. As more of this cock was pressed inside, the harder it became. Soon it was making small decided strokes until it had become rigid enough to make full fucking motions. It slid easily enough in and out because of all the cum lube. Nothing was said to me, and I of course said nothing. I was fucked many minutes until the tempo increased and increased and increased again. Another delivery in my ass of another load of cum from another unknown man. How many was this? I had no idea. He pulled out and was gone but replaced by another unknown man. They had all been unknown. This man did the same as all the others had: He fucked me likewise for several minutes increasing his speed until he, too, made his delivery in my ass. More unknown cum but knowing that I had been delivered up as a breeding pig I could only hope I had once more been bred for a purpose and intent. A third man made his delivery of cum before a fourth man turned me around and shoved me downward to the floor. I sank to my knees eyes cast downward on the floor. This man shoved his cock in my mouth and began fucking it. I kept my eyes averted. It was not my need to know or care. It was my loving duty to accept how each man wanted to deliver. I sucked this cock and worshipped it as he began face fucking me harder and harder until at last he shoved his cock to the back of my throat and began to unload his cum. I swallowed and gagged some but never released him. I tasted his sweet goo and savored it. This was my first cum taste all night long. As he finished, naturally his cock deflated and grew smaller. He did not pull his cock out of my mouth, so I began bathing it with my tongue. In the midst of this bathing, I felt the telltale warmth of water rushing into my mouth. Quickly I began swallowing as fast as I could to keep up with the now torrent that was flowing from the piss slit. Several seconds I was warmly bathed in this new liquid until the last drops were deposited. My stomach felt full and almost bloated. Now, he withdrew his cock. I lowered my head making sure that my eyes never ventured a look upwards. It would have been incorrect and disobedient to have done so. “You’ve been a good breeder pig tonight. Real good. You did me proud.” I heard from this Sir’s lips. This sent joy and elation rushing through my psyche. I had provided him with visual that he had enjoyed. “Put on your shirt, jeans, and vest but do not close your jeans.” I did as told. “Bend way over.” I did so. I felt a pressure at my hole and then a swift insertion of an object that ran into me full length. I felt an adjustment being made at my ass hole’s opening. This Sir was now satisfied and told me to stand up and finish dressing fully. I did so and stood up realizing that a dildo of some sort had been inserted. “After all that I have done for YOU, you had best not disappoint me by telling me you can’t finish the night. You are going home with me. Right?” I shook my head yes. This Sir stepped in close to me. Into my ear he quietly and deliberately as if making a report spoke saying, “You are carrying a total of 23 breeding loads of cum in your ass, one in your stomach, and a stomach full of breeder piss. You need to properly rest. Then, I'll breed you again only in my play room. If you continue to be a good breed pig, you'll get several more breeding loads from other breeder pigs. And, just as much fun, we'll see how much pain you can take.” He stepped backwards, put his hand beneath my chin raising it up so that I faced him. He looked piercingly into my eyes, nodded once with no smile, turned from me, and walked away. I followed behind him to wherever he was taking me to complete my service to him. My entire body was shaking in anticipation and excitement. This night was far from over, and I was going to pay dearly. I could barely contain myself as once more my cock rose in my jeans and my eyes shone brightly with servitude.

FS Part 17 I must have nodded off after getting settled into my new home. I woke to a loud banging on the trailer door. I jumped up and answered. Opening the door outward, I saw the cop and his partner standing there. “Sorry, I must have dozed off” I said to them. “We will wake you up good” the cop said. I moved aside and they came into the trailer. I had forgotten how big the cop was. Now that he was out of his uniform I could see he was huge. Muscular huge. His partner was the same. “Let’s get this party started” I said. I took off my shirt and my shorts. I stood there in front of them, naked. I moved in between them and started to kiss the cop, sliding my tongue into his mouth. His hand roamed my naked flesh. His partner had removed his shirt, and pulled me towards him, twisted me until I was facing him. I moved my hands over his massive chest as I put my lips against his. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands slid down my back and onto my ass. He squeezed my cheeks tight in his fists, then moved into my crack. I could feel his fingers moving up and down, then pressing against my hole. As we kissed and explored each other’s bodies, the cop was stripping naked. He moved up behind me pressing against my back with his muscular body, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He left enough room at my ass for his partner to grab his cock and line it up with my hole. I was so into the kiss, that his cock eased into my hole. His partner broke our kiss and stepped back. I bent forward a bit pushing my ass outwards toward the cop. His cock was now deep into my hole. His crotch was pressed against my ass. “Someone is pre-loaded” the cop said. “Yes Officer, the Professor loaded me earlier” I said. His partner now stood naked in front of me. He pushed be down towards his cock. I braced myself on his thighs and slid my mouth over his cock head. I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft. “Will be easier to double fuck his hole later with that load” the cop’s partner said. “Yeah, Professor told me he stretches open easily” the cop replied. The cop’s cock was pumping my ass steadily, as his partner started to face fuck me. I was moaning loudly. “Sounds like this bitch is in heat” the cop said. He was pumping harder into my hole. His balls swinging as he moved in and out. His partner’s balls were pressing into my chin as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth and throat. They had a good rhythm going between them, and were almost in sync. My mouth was watering with a mixture of pre-cum and spit. The door opened and Stinger walked in. Neither the cop nor his partner stopped fucking my holes nor did they pull out. “Evening Stinger” the cop said. “Evening” Stinger responded. “Come to watch the show?” the cop’s partner asked. “With your permission” Stinger said. “Alright with us,” the cop said. As Stinger stripped naked, the cop and his partner switched positions. His partner slid up my hole, moaning as he went balls deep. The cop’s cock slid into my mouth, giving me the taste of my ass and the Professor’s cum. Stinger sat back on his bed and started stroking his cock. Each man in my holes began to move in and out faster and faster. I moaned as they grunted. Stinger was sniffing poppers as I was getting used by two cocks. Stinger's cock was rock hard. His fist wrapped around his cock and he was stroking it as he watched me. The cop suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pulled my off his cock. He pulled me off his partner’s cock. We moved to the other bed, which was across from the bed that Stinger was on. The cop laid down on his back and held his cock up. “Sit on it” he said to me. “Oh fuck yeah sit on it” Stinger said. I climbed up on the bed and straddled the cop’s hips. I lowered my ass down until I felt his cock pushing at my hole. I dropped down to my knees as his cock pushed deep into me. “You might want these” Stinger said as he tossed me his brown bottle. I grabbed them from the bed, unscrewed the cap and held it under my nose. I inhaled deep and held my breathe. The cop's partner quickly moved behind me and pressed his cock head against my hole. He pushed in hard. I released my breathe just as the head of his cock popped into my hole. His hands grabbed my shoulders and held me so I couldn't move forward. He slowly pushed his cock in with the cop. I groaned loudly as the second cock up my hole slid in further. His body was already pressing against me. I took another deep hit from the brown bottle. My hole relaxed more. Both cocks went deeper into my hole. The cop put his big arms around my back and pulled me down onto him tighter. His partner pulled his cock out a little, as the cop pushed in more, then they switched directions. They continued this deliberate movements. “Yeah buddy! Double Dick his hole” Stinger said. Their cocks were rubbing against each other as they fucked my stretched open hole. I put the brown bottle back under my nose and inhaled deeply into each nostril. The rush moved through my body, relaxing me. I felt my heart beat in my temples and I could hear it in my ears. The cocks in my hole felt even better as they fucked my hole. The cop and I started to kiss, as their cocks pumping increased in speed. Stinger was jacking his cock faster and faster, he was getting closer to shooting. “Stinger, don't waste that load, shoot it in my mouth” the cop’s partner said. Not missing a beat, Stinger jumped up and moved over to our bed. Standing next to is he put his cock into the cop’s partners mouth and pushed in deep. He was grunting as he emptied his nuts into his mouth. “Feed him” the cop said breaking our kiss. The two dicks in my hole, moved faster and faster. The two men started to grunt more and more. Stinger pulled his cock from the cop's partners mouth. He stood there and watched as the two men double fucked me. “Gonna shoot soon” the cop said. “Same here baby” said his partner. They continued to pump my ass. Their cocks got harder and harder. They both pushed in deep at the same time. I could feel their loads being shot out of their cocks, into my hole. “Oh Jesus, we are filling your hole with our Strains” the cop said. I collapsed onto the cop and his partner on me. Their cocks slowly began to soften and slipped out of my hole. The cop's partner slid off me and laid next to the cop. “I hope you two have another round in you” “Need to rest a little but I'm sure we can pump out another load or two,” the cop said.

Part 8 I got up bright and early on Monday had to make sure that I was ready for anything when I met my boss at the motel. I even left early to make sure I was there on time. The sun was still not up when I arrived at the motel. The place looked empty. I didn’t even go to the office to see if lucky room thirteen was available. I just went to the back and parked, just to the left of the door to the room. I turned off my car and just sat there in the dark. I scanned the darkness for any movement or sign of life, as time ticked away slowly. I was there in my car a good fifteen minutes, when lights started to brighten the parking lot. I was thinking it was my boss, but when the car parked, I could tell it wasn’t The car was beat up, looking like it was being held together with bond-o and duct tape. I slid down a little in my seat, trying to conceal myself, as the door opened and the Marine stepped out. He staggered a bit, looks like he was a little drunk. Hell this helps with the plan. I watched him move to room fourteen. He opened the door and went in, except he didn’t close the door properly. I could see a thin line of light between the door and the door frame. More lights brightened the parking lot, as my boss’s SUV made it’s way in. He parked next to me and got out. He was wearing only gym shorts, tank top and shoes. I could just make out his cock flopping inside his shorts as he walked to my car. “Morning," he greeted. “Morning.” “You ready to rape a Marine?” he asked with an absolutely evil smile. “Fuck yeah,” I answered, grabbing my dick in my shorts. “Now we just need to find him,” my boss said. “Oh that’s easy. He’s in room fourteen, slightly drunk and the door isn’t closed.” “Damn, it’s like he wants to get raped.” I got out and walked with my boss to room fourteen. The door was ajar, and gave way with a loud squeak when my boss pushed on it. I looked in and saw the Marine on the bed, face down in his white briefs. Shit, it was getting too easy with this fucker. We quickly and silently opened the door more, just enough to get in and then shut it. I could hear the Marine snoring on the bed, he was facing us, eyes closed. My boss moved to the bed and found one of the Marine’s socks next to his boots. He picked it up and placed it by the Marine’s head. “Straddle his back and sit facing his head.” my boss instructed me in a whisper. I nodded in understanding when he quietly added “He’s going to scream when I ram my cock deep into his ass. Shove the sock in and hold your hand over his mouth.” My boss pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving his shoes on. His monster cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum. I quietly dropped some spit on his head, just to help him get inside the Marine’s hole. We got on the bed, gently and silently. The Marine mumbled in his drunken slumber and moved a bit, but stayed on his stomach. When my boss nodded again, we both moved quickly and straddled his body. I could hear the seat of his underwear being ripped open. I glanced over my shoulder to see that my boss had torn a hole in his underwear, a little bigger than his cock. He was already positioned his head against his hole. Grabbing the sock, I nodded to my boss, signaling to him that I was ready. My boss rammed his cock into the Marine’s hole, hard and fast. I had my knees locked on his arms so he could not fight back. His eyes opened quickly and he let out a blood curdling scream. I jammed his nasty sock into his mouth and put both of my hands over it. I pushed my weight onto his back. I could feel the Marine’s body thrusting forward as my boss rammed his cock in and out of the Marine’s hole. “AIDS kills,” I said to the Marine, “and we're gonna give you AIDS right now.” I could hear the muffled scream coming from behind his sock. Panic was setting in, which caused him to try and fight me off. With out warning my boss, punched him in the side, which made him stop moving. “Seeing me get infected the first time made you get off, now it’s time you get what you really want.” “I don’t want it,” the Marine replied in a somewhat muffled and frantic voice. “I heard you say you wanted it,” I said to him. “I didn’t,” he clearly replied, even through his sock and my hands. “I heard, ‘I want AIDS’ every time you told me that AIDS kills” I said to him. My boss was grunting as he rammed his cock in deep. He was ramming his cock in harder and harder. “Ripped his ass open,” my boss said, “he’s got a pink polka dot on his underwear now.” I laughed in the Marine’s ear as I murmured “Now the virus has an entry into your blood. Almost certainly you now are HIV poz, and actual AIDS is just around the corner." I felt something wet against the side of my hands. He was crying. “Suffer the consequences of your words,” my boss grunted. Part of me was feeling sorry for him, but the anger from hearing his words over powered those emotions. “Getting close,” my boss remarked. “Your hole is about to be flooded with the HIV virus," I intimately whispered in his ear. “Can’t hold it,” my boss exclaimed, thoroughly proud of himself. “You are going to feel that AIDS load hit your insides." My boss rammed in deep and was grunting. I could tell his load was pumping out of his cock and into the Marine’s insides. “Can you feel it, fucker, can you feel his AIDS?" I asked the defeated Marine. The only response I received was the sound of his sobs. When my boss withdrew and stepped out of the way, I jumped to my feet, slipped off my shorts, and took my boss' position, my crotch straddling his legs, his underwear wet with sweat, cum and blood, a real pretty shade of pink, with bright red flecks of blood in abundance. Fortunately my boss was holding the Marine down, and covering his mouth, as I was pre-occupied with lining my dick up with his hole and making my entrance. “We don’t know if he is or isn't carrying AIDS," my boss explained, "but he’s going to load you up anyway.” I could feel my boss' load inside the Marine’s hole. Between the blood, ass juice and cum his hole was slippery. I started to pull my cock out of his hole and ram it right back in. My boss’s hairy ass was so close to my face. I could smell the musk coming off it. It was intoxicating. “He’s pushing the AIDS load in deep,” my boss explained. “You know, Boss, the Marines won’t want this guy's ass now. They'll kick him out.” “Fuck yeah.” I fucked his ass harder and harder. I could feel his body being pushed into the mattress as I slammed into his hole. I grunted loudly each time I slammed into him. I knew I would not last long inside his ass. “Going to blow soon” I announced. “You heard that fucker? You’re about to get another load of AIDS cum,” my boss said. The Marine sobbed louder and louder. I slammed into his hole and my cock started to twitch and pulse as my load shot out. As I was shooting into the Marine’s hole, I was slowly moving my cock in and out, mixing the loads and possibly the strains. Once done I pulled out and wiped my cock on his briefs. “You get off this bed before we leave, you will regret it even more,” my boss warned. I was already pulling on my shorts as my boss got up. I grabbed his off the floor and handed them to him. As he put them on he said to the Marine “Report this and you'll suffer more consequences.” The only response was deeper and louder sobs. “Not so tough now, are you?” I asked with sadistic pleasure. We moved out of the room as he sobbed more on the bed. We pulled the door shut tight. “Glad to see you taught that fucker a lesson” a voice said in the dark. We looked over to the corner of the building and saw a man standing there, smoking a cigarette. “He harassed everyone that comes to the motel for some fun” he said, “can’t kick him out, he’s the son of a man who’s friends with the owner.” Shit I thought we were caught. My boss just stood there, looking at the man. “Don’t worry, they both hate him, plus I didn’t see you two here this morning” I felt some relief. At least we had someone on our side if he turned us in. “I’m sure the rest of the clientele will be happy that he got what he deserved. Hell the hookers would not touch him, not even for five times the going rate.” “Thanks,” said my boss. The man nodded and walked away. I got in my car and headed out. My cell phone rang a short time later. It was my boss, so I answered before the third ring. “You live alone right?” he asked. “Yes, Sir." “I’ll follow you. My cock is rock hard again,” he explained.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

Consciousness slowly crept back over Jason as he tried to piece together fragments figuring out where he was and what was going on. Before he opened his eyes, he could feel that he was laying on his chest, onto of some cold plastic material. His arms were sore and he could feel that they were restrained to this bed and positioned above his stretched out body. He could feel his legs had been stretched apart and he could feel himself rubbing against the table as if some force was pushing him from behind sliding him up and down. As more sensations slowly began registering in his mind, he realised how sore his throat was, if felt cracked, sore and broken. Then he began to feel an enormous pain in his gut, a crippling pain that made him feel like he had been kicked hard in his balls, a constant throb. Then as more of the room began coming back into his vision, he realised what was causing the pain in his arse. Once again he was being raped. He began thrashing against the bed, trying in vain to throw the unknown rapist off him, but he was restrained and could do little but move under the force and weight of the cock thrusting in and out of his spread hole. He cocked his head back trying to get a view of who was fucking him, tried to shout out for them to stop, but his throat felt so brutalised, only a broken feeble croak emerged. “Doctor?” a voice said from behind him “Doctor, I think he's finally waking up” “Awww yes thank you Daniel, now if you would be so good as to finish off the patients first course of treatment” The Doctor walked round into Jason's view and knelt down to look him in the eyes “ Now Jason I'm afraid there have been some complications and many things we need to discuss” The rapist, now known as Daniel continued his assault on Jason's hole, the thrusts picking up speed. Jason wondered how big this dick was, and why he couldn't seem to clench his arse shut to stop it. “Now listen Jason, focus on me theres a lot to discuss. Daniel here is just giving you your last course of treatment for the day. I'm afraid you've been unconscious for a few hours now and we've needed to start treatment right away. You've contracted a number of sexually transmitted diseases, hence the various discharges and sores you've no doubt seen on your body. It is very likely that you have contracted HIV as well however the tests have no come back positive yet as it can take three months to show a result”. Jason's eyes bulged and began to tear up as the Doctor's words penetrated him. Having the clap was one thing, but HIV? Him? It couldn't be possible, there must be a way out of this, something to fix him surely. “Now don't panic yet. There is a chance you haven't got HIV and this is what Daniel is helping you with. Whilst you were unconscious we have had four other men fuck and shoot their sperm inside you. They are all carrying different strains of HIV” Jason's mouth shot open and a high pitched croak emerged as he began thrashing against his restraints again. “Now, now stop that Jason, listen, this is all for your own good. We are trying to build up your bodys natural resistance to the HIV virus. Its not widely known, but frequent exposure can build up the bodies own defences. If you have not caught the virus, this method should in theory help your own immune system become stronger and fight it off in future” Jason was trying to comprehend what was going on. Did this make any sense? He might have HIV, he might not? But by getting men with HIV to fuck him he might gain resistance, but why would he want that if he didn't have it? This wasn't a habit, this wasn't suppose to happen again! What was going on. “...please....” croaked Jason “...please I don't understand... I don't want this”. Then with an almighty groan, Daniel grabbed Jason's thighs and thrust deep inside and began shooting his toxic load, dumping pump after pump of hot fresh dirty cum deep inside Jason's sloppy hole. “Well done Daniel, thank you for your assistance. Jason if you would be so kind as to clean Daniel up as thanks for his assistance as I finish off your treatment back here”. The doctor walked behind the restrained patient and began searching the various equipment tables. Daniel stepped in front of Jason and opened Jason's mouth. Unceremoniously he slide his softening cock inside Jason's mouth. Jason had no fight left in him and he allowed Daniel to squeeze his lips, collecting all the various juices from his arse leaving them pooling inside his mouth. Daniel whispered into Jason's ear “Next time I want a thank you and a little more courtesy punk. I expect a lot more respect from the dirty pigs that I'm expected to fuck”. Jason closed his eyes and pushed his head into the plastic mat underneath him, trying to hide as Daniel walked away leaving him in the room with the Doctor. Jason could feel more pressure being applied as he felt something being pushed up inside his arse. “Right there we go Jason, its going to feel a bit uncomfortable at first, however this plug, should keep things nice and safe up there. You arse has had a lot of trauma and it needs to heal, as well as needing frequent loads. This plug will keep the rectum and inner walls stretched which will enable them to heal quicker”. Jason could feel the thickness and felt full but it also felt good for his arse to feel tight again, even if it was because it was wrapped around something. “Now Jason, there is more to show you, and this may cause some upset. But I want you to know that this will be fine”. He began unbuckling the various restraints holding Jason in place and slowly helped Jason to his feet. “I know this is going to be a shock but remember you're in the right place”. Jason slowly looked down and collapsed into the Doctor's arms as he placed him into a nearby chair, the butt plug thrusting inside him. Jason's cock and balls were bulbous, a gargantuan mass of bruised flesh. His foreskin bulged over a chubby mass while his ball sack was stretched beyond comprehension. Jason's hands tenderly stroked his ball sack expected there to be pain, however a tingled sensation tickled him as he gingerly checked the area. His small sack now being the size of a football, heavy and weighted with fluid. His dick was now misshapen and blobbed in areas. It didn't feel erect, however the fluid inside gave it the appearance. Wrapping his hands around the flesh he tried to pull the skin down to see his cock head but the fluid prevented him from exposing any of it. “Now Jason this was part of the examination, however unfortunately my nurse accidentally inserted too much saline into the testicles which has caused your penis to enlarge as well. This will be slowly absorbed into your body, however this may take 10-14 days to reduce significantly”. The doctor rolled Jason's chair to his desk and sat behind it. “Right now we need to discuss a drug regime. Before you go I'm going to give you an injection for one of your infections. It is strong so you may want to get yourself home and rested in bed as soon as possible. I'm going to give you a course of pills for the next 14 days at which time I expect you to come back so we can do a follow up examination”. Jason stared almost blankly at the information being presented to him. He couldn't comprehend how much his life had changed in such a short space of time. “Now you will be on two drugs. This blue diamond pill you will be expected to take three times a day, with breakfast, lunch and dinner. This small yellow pill should be consumed at breakfast once a day”. The doctor pushed two bottles in front of Jason, and the two tablets across the desk with a glass of water. “Take these now, no time like the present”. Jason took the pills swallowed them and continued to look blankly ahead. “Right now if you could place your arm on this pillow for me” said the Doctor as he walked round to the still naked Jason, taking his arm and placing it on a pillow placed in his lap”. The doctor took a syringe from his pocket and placed it into Jason's right arm, taking a tight grip of Jason's bicep he plunged the contents into Jason's vein. In a quick movement the Doctor removed the syringe and let go of Jason's bicep as he threw his head back and began to cough. “Now lets get you dressed and home” said the Doctor as he proceeded to pull Jason's tracksuit bottoms up his legs and pulled his polo shirt over his head covering his bruised battered body. Jason's eyes were glazing over from the 'medication' the doctor had given him. The doctor lifted Jason, placed the two bottles of medical Ecstasy and viagra into Jason's pockets and walked him barefoot out the door into the surgery reception. “An appointment has already been made Jason, so we will text you the details a few days before as a reminder”. Jason's walked bright eyed through reception and outside into the early evening. Any thought of how to get home or what to do was no where to be found. He stood still. Slowly blinking, his clothes dishevelled and his saline pumped cock bulging out the front of his trackies. A big hand came and rested on Jason's shoulder, reassuringly squeezing and leading him to walk in the direction of a nearby vehicle. Jason was beginning to spin out from the E and Tina he had just been slammed with but he recognised the thick sweet voice in his ear. “Poor little Rabbit, don't worry, you let Dean get you home safe and sound”

Stretching the pale blue Lycra cycle suit around my every muscle, making sure the suit was as tight as possible. I pulled and wriggled them as snuggly as I could up my ass because I just love the feel of the second skin around my cheeks and hole. I adjusted my dick in an upright position, but it always falls to 3 o’clock to show nicely as soon as I move. It was already a hot day when the 100-mile cycling Sportive mass start set off although we quickly strung out into groups going at our own pace. I latched on to the back of a pack from a cycle club all in tight white lycra that leaves nothing to the imagination especially as everyone is commando under the figure hugging material. For mile after mile, I watched this one young guy’s ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically as if it was calling my name beckoning me to stroke it until my cock was pressing painfully hard against my thigh! When we made it to the first food stop, I thought about continuing on as there was no way I could A.) Hide my erection B.) Make it go down I got off the bike with some difficulty but was quickly calmed as he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch, "What brought that on?" he enquired smirking. "Errrr….Must be the heat" as I adjusted myself so my cock was pointing straight up again and less obvious. "Yeah, IT sure is hot", he grinned, looking at me and winked. The innuendo made my cock swell even harder and I felt pre-cum ouse from my piss slit leaving a noticeable wet spot too. "I'm surprised you could even ride with that in the way!" He grinned deftly ushering me away from his team mates. "No problem man, I just stood on the pedals out of the saddle" We laughed and sat on a bench eating sweets and sipping energy drinks and as we got our breath back he asked, "Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?" "Well….., almost" I admitted, as I was semi-hard simply because I couldn't get the image of his supple ass out of my mind. "We can stay here until you're ready, or maybe wait a bit more until the rush dies down so we can sneak into the disabled toilet to......." he said, looking me meaningfully in the eyes. Whilst this has always been a fantasy for me, now presented with the opportunity I hesitated until I looked down to see his cock, a monster, was straining against the front of his bibshorts. It took my breath away, ‘Jesus H Christ’ I thought, then couldn’t help myself, reached over to grasp his fat tool through the ultra-thin material. "Oh wow! Mmmmm, that’s a great feeling", he gasped “Not here” I said, “Wait until we find somewhere secluded en-route. Looks like your buddies went on without you” "Yeah, such a shame that" before dropping to a whisper "Coz it looks as if you have enough there to satisfy the lot of us!" Now we both had trouble and dare not stand to get back on our bikes until we were decent again to continue in the event. After a few more miles we entered a wooded area next to the main river and suddenly the climate changed with a sharp downpour. I forgot what effect water had on my pale outfit and his white lycra. Within minutes we were soaked and you could see through both suits leaving nothing to the imagination. “This wasn’t forecast, I didn’t bring any wet weather gear, did you?” “No, me either.” “Let’s shelter under that bridge, look up ahead.” “Perfect!” We got off our bikes and laid them down on the ground. Chris, as I later learnt his name to be, came nearer to me and began stroking my bulging dick. “That outfit really suits you,” he said grinning from ear to ear, stroking me more and more. My dick hardened to it's full length instantly. I began stroking his arse, poking my fingers in between his legs but the seat padding was in the way. As he unzipped my top and peeled back the bib shorts his hand was quickly inside playing with my balls, I wonder if he noticed my biohazard tattoo? At this point I was so excited I knew I just had to get hold of his dick. So, I too began peeling his suit off starting at the top; it was still sticky because of the rain. He stripped right down until his throbbing dick emerged in its full glory. He crouched down and put my dick into his mouth. He licked and stroked it, and occasionally rubbed his hands around my hole. As he did this to me I jacked him as hard as I could. His hard dick felt really good in my hand, hot and steaming. This was heaven. He continued to lick my dick and I couldn’t contain myself. I almost came in his mouth there and then, but managed to hold it back. “I’ll have to give it you, soon” I said still wondering if he realised I am POZ. We kissed lightly, then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack. "Stand up Chris" I urged and pushed my face into his burning crotch to savour the aroma of his sweat, while he held my head & kept a lookout as I eased his shorts down over those firm cheeks that I had admired for most of the day. His fat shaft sprang out to greet my probing tongue, a nicely proportioned 8" dick, that I could just about wrap my fist around to jerk, while I licked along the velvety flesh and sucked one of his shaved balls into my mouth. "Oh God YESSSSS!" he groaned, stroking my hair, while I gently stroked the flesh back and forth over his shiny engorged nobhead. I groaned & gripped the base of my dick as I gently beat my meat as at the same time I wrapped my lips around his balls, licking & kissing them while my hand slid along his sweat-slick cock. Panting hard, coming up for air, “I’ve got to fuck your arse, the arse that’s been teasing me all morning.” I say and he immediately replies, “Fuck yeah” without hesitation. I bent him over and put my dick right up to his arse, spat on his hole then thrust and thrust with both my hands wrapped around his glorious dick. He groaned as I fucked him, harder and harder, with no finesse just a primal animal urge to spill my demon seed. My head next to his, breathing hard in his ear I tell him, “Now I’m in your hole, I own it and don’t pull out till I’ve cum, OK?” “Yes” is the response and as I fucked and wanked him he moaned with ecstasy as his dick swelled to release the most amount of cum I’d ever seen spraying a dozen or more jets of cum like a geyser. I banged a few more times, hard deep stokes and with the image of his potentially last Neg load shooting I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer "Aahhhh, fuck yessssssssss" I screamed then forgetting myself huffed “Pozzing your hole NOW” as jet after jet of diseased spunk rocketed into his guts. His ass muscles twitched and pulsed as if stroking my shaft as we lightly kissed. “Fuck that was hot” he said still slightly bent with my rock-hard cock plugging his hole not allowing any of my Poz babies to escape, “loved the dirty talk, added to the thrill of the al fresco sex and the possibility of getting caught. Look, I’m still hard! Suck me off eh?” Still unsure if he realises I’ve just probably pozzed him I pull out, drop to my knees in front of him and quickly ram four fingers in his bruised hole to replace my cock. Oh yeah, like that, yes, yes", he urged as he pumped his hips to meet my mouth as my hand sawed in and out hopefully massaging my DNA further in to his system. "Mmmmm," he moaned appreciatively as his pre-cum cock coated my tongue and his head was flung back I bobbed my head over his throbbing cock to suck harder and faster, slap, slap slap his balls went up against my chin until I felt his dick swell and twitch. I eagerly pulled him hard into my throat until I gagged, he was grunting with every stroke as his orgasm rushed closer till I pulled off and came up for air. "Don't stop, oh God don't stop" he cried and pulled my mouth onto his cock as he fucked my mouth faster "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmph" I gasped & squeezed his cummy hole even harder until he cried out "I'm cumming, cumming, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" as a stream of hot manjuice shot down my throat making me splutter, followed by another blast of thick cum poured over my tongue, then another as he bucked against me with trembling thighs, as I rammed my fingers extra hard into the former tight, rosy hole of his ass eliciting the last powerful shot of salty cum. "Mmmmm, I love it, pure cum!" I gasped as a string of cum drooled from my lips. I stood up & we kissed passionately swapping that last blast of cum between us. “What’s your name?” I asked, “Chris.” “I’m Joey,” I said. “Do you and your mates ride around here a lot then?” I asked him. “Most mornings, before work or weekends, you?” “I like to come here to these woods and fuck or play with myself in my lycra when there’s no one else around.” “FUCK!” was his surprised reponse at my openness, and turned on by it by the way his cock was beginning to spring back to life… I couldn’t believe what I had done telling Chris, “I’d often fantasized of this happening one day while out cycling and now it’s come true it was an absolute POSITIVE joy.” “Hey what’s all this positive shit, you trying to tell me something…..?”

Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** My friends and I met on a friday night in one of those gay leather bars. We knew each other for quite a while and were comfortable with us being positive through and through. It was for us quite a sport to convert innocent guys, but times are rough with all the prep around. And all of a sudden Brian ‘happened’. Brian was a cute blonde angelic twink, who had the goal to prevent other guys from practicing unsafe sex. The night he came to our table, he greeted us friendly and asked if we would enjoy the evening. Probably all of us got an instant hard-on. There he appeared, like an angel on the borderline to hell and we were sitting in the shadows, lurking for his innocence. Of course we asked him for which organization he volunteered. ‘None’ was his answer. That made us curious and so we started our conversation which led Brian to take a seat at our table and tell us about his story. After introducing ourselves we moved on. “So…. Brian. It is interesting to meet you. I mean such a young guy working on such an important subject is not so usual” Brian beamed and was willing to tell us about his reasons. “I didn’t come out to my parents yet. I mean… with 18 I just didn’t find the right moment to open up.” We nodded understandingly getting probably wet spots on our jeans from our leaking dicks already. “Then I met another guy on a chat. That was a year ago, but he used me only and since we had bareback sex I was very scared about HIV and stuff” he continued. “Understandable and so grown-up” “I see it as my duty to the gay community to warn them about the risks of getting stuff you know?” he blabbered. “Of course it is” we agreed wholeheartedly. I could see all my chaps were already in the hunting mode. It was our time to make the next move now and so I opened with a made-up story about an advertising company who was looking for male models, to star in an HIV commercial. He listened to my lies – in which we had found a twink-model, but that the guy turned out to be positive and since we would record dangerous scenes it was not justified to endanger our other active participants. We had to fire this guy and so the big deal was off and we would probably lose our jobs by the end of next week. “Why? I mean it is not your fault that your star was sick.” “But our bosses won’t care if we are guilty or not. They want to see results. It is a tough business…” we expressed with sad eyes. “Hey…. aaaaw… forget it” a pal of mine (Mark) interfered. “What is it?” the little angel wanted to know. “You would be ideal for the role of the innocent twink. You look young and would fit into age gap we want to reach with the advertisement” he explained. It was only one way he could react and that was with a polite rejection. “That’s too bad – see you could safe some of your twink friends with this add, instead of coming to bars or clubs. I bet people try to hit on you. You know what I mean? Your issue is so honorable and still there are so many guys out here who try to get into your pants. With this add it would be different you know? Yeah – they would see your cute face of course, but they would see the message behind it” Then he revealed his true problem. Since he wasn’t out of the closet, he was scared his parents or neighbors or probably his friends would see this. That was the reason he was scared about mostly. “Uhm… we work for an international advertising company with a european branch” and we explained to him, that this spot was only for the european market. We assured him, that it wouldn’t be shown in the US. “It won’t be even shown on the internet, only in certain cinemas in the opening credits, because of its open sexual content.” another friend of mine (Oliver) explained. “But we are dealing with a serious subject here” I added. “Guys… guys… our other models are gone too. The active studs – remember?” the third pal (Morton) mentioned. “Damn he is right… although, we could take the part. We are active and well hung and we are all negative” With that I assured him again we would be healthy and all over nine inches. “Our company would pay you and your time of course. The checks could be payable to you. All we need is your address and last name. We would handle the rest then. “Uhm… how much would I get…. if I am willing to participate in the educational spot” Brian asked and was obviously ashamed of bringing the subject of payment to the table. “Depends on how long we work on you and how much you are willing to do – we could explain that all to you, but only if you are actually interested” I told him. Of course he understood, that it would be a waste of time explaining all this, if he wouldn’t want to do it anyway and so he signaled to us, that he would love to a part in this advertisement. That was a great offer and after some exchange we welcomed him happily on our team. “What do I have to do?” he asked innocently. “Well – we need two days for this shoot. First we would film all the risky scenes, the bareback and stuff” we explained. “Bareback? No way! That is way too dangerous.” he revolted. We had to realize, that we didn’t have a young and good looking twink at our table, but also a stupid one and so it was necessary to get him back where he belonged. On our POZ cocks. “Actually our company requires an HIV and STD test every four weeks. You are the high risk factor here. You are young and attractive – it is highly possible, that you are sick already!” “No way – I had only one boyfriend and he was the only one getting into me without a condom. And since we broke up, I waited my share of time and made a test and it came out negative.” Brian answered. “See – and that is why, we are willing to take the risk with you, since we are totally positive about being healthy too” I confused him. “Do you guys have a studio?” he asked. The little brat caught us but Tim came to our rescue. “Our budget is big enough to rent a studio but our clients in europe want the spot as real as possible – so we wanted to start with some shoots here in the bar and then in a cheap hotel down the street. Only if it looks authentic, people will probably recognize the scheme and avoid this situation in future.” Brian nodded understandingly and mentioned that there are so many dangerous places around to be fucked up with HIV. “There are so many filthy toilets or guys get infected because the fuck around in a back seat of a car” he added. We agreed on that and discussed if we should do some sequels on the toilets but Morton argued against it. He brought us back to our client’s wishes (a lie: there was no client) and said it had to be a casual meeting between a boy slut and some POZ studs. “Too bad we only got our high definition mobile cams with us (a lie: we referred to the cams of our mobile phones). Our other gear is in our hotel and this is on the other side of the town. Those mobile cams are property of our company and they are really good” we fabricated but Brian believed every word we said by now. Almost like old friends we ordered him a beer and clinked glasses. He refused at first, since he didn’t like alcohol at all, but we convinced him to drink with us. In the end we had something to celebrate. He asked us to be kind to him. He had no experience with being an actor. “Of course – and remember it is all a reference to dangerous sex acts. We will penetrate you of course, but we are not shooting a porn movie or so. It will be still tasteful and show only the hint of risky behavior. If the scenes are too much hardcore after all, they will be edited anyways. So don’t worry about it.” We would explain every scene to him before shooting it. It was only important for him to know, that on the first night we would record the scheduled ‘unsafe’ scenes and on the other night we would do the ‘safe’ scenes and the contract between him and our fake company would be signed. The second night would never happen though. After another glass of whiskey, we decided it was time to set off. Brian was a little bit tipsy and as we left the bar, two of us helped Brian to walk straight. It was a funny sight. He looked so small and thin. His 5.4 foot and our over 6 foot tall bodies would make a nice contrast. I couldn’t wait to shoot my toxic load into his small and tight ass…

RALEIGH - I had perhaps the hottest hook-up I've had in the last ten years today! Was on BBRT and got hit up by a 19 year old here in the area. He has no pics and "ASK ME" is in just about every box on his profile. His profile made him sound like a top and when we started texting I figured he wanted to breed me anonymously. I was wrong, he wanted to take my load. He couldn't host and I didn't have a hotel room at the time so we decided to fuck in a hotel bathroom near his house. I arrived to the hotel first and scoped out the situation. The bathroom was a single toilet with a lockable door right next to the front desk. Perfect, if you ask me. I texted him and let him know the set-up. He messaged me 2 minutes out and I slipped into the bathroom. I left the door unlocked and stood at the sink, pretending to be washing my hands just in case someone else came in. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later this sexy twink walks in. He had on a ball cap, t-shirt and mesh basketball shorts. He said, "Hey man, what's up!?" when he walked in. I had my pants undone and was already hard. He pulled his shorts down and revealed the most sexy twink ass I've ever seen framed perfectly by a white jockstrap (he's biracial so his skin was darker than mine and it just looked awesome with that white jockstrap!). I had told him I use spit as lube and he said that's cool. As he grabbed the handicap bar next to the toilet and presented his ass to me, he said, "I haven't bottomed in a long time." Usually, that's a warning flag. In this case, it was pure bliss. That hole was so tight and felt so amazing! I didn't think my cock would ever get all the way in but he was a champ and took the whole thing within 90 seconds. He loved the Jungle Juice poppers I brought and we passed them back and forth. For someone who doesn't bottom too often, he sure knew how to take cock!!!! I was ready to cum in less than 4 minutes... which is rare for me. I nutted right up in that boys ass..... and he didn't pull right off immediately, he kept wanting more!! Finally I slipped out and he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. This was the sexiest, piggiest slut I know! After we went our separate ways he texted me and said "WOW THAT WAS HOT." He asked my status and I told him. He also told me he's still in high school, which is soooo hot to me. What a pig!! I hope he grows up to be the next hot porn cumdump for Treasure Island!! I'll buy every video he's in!!!! Happy Breeding, pigs!

If the one guy is truely undetectable, then you're totally safe to have him fuck you. But you have NO way of knowing that or knowing the status of these other men. You accept those risks when you fuck bareback, even with someone who you think or they say they are undetectable. Get on PrEP....then you take that unknown out of the equation because it no longer matters. I don't even ask status anymore when I get bred.

If the undetectable guy is telling you the truth about being undetectable then you can take his load without worry. His wanting other guys to fuck you at a poz party is more worrisome. There is almost no way that can not get out of hand.

only one queer can answer that question and that is you. those of us who have chased and converted have done it for a reason. Unless you have really though out the LIFETIME consequences, a one night good time is hardly worth the risk. But if you have really developed your desire to join the POZ brotherhood, then go for it and enjoy the opportunity. Other's opinions are just that......you are the one who will deal with the results.....long after the rest of the faggots on here have forgotten you even asked.

Peter and I sat there staring at one another in silence as we waited for the next man to come and dump his poz load into my hole. I reached between my legs and felt my hole. It was wet and leaking cum. I stuck my finger into my hole, scratching the inside of my hole. I winched in the little pain I was causing myself. “What are you doing” Peter asked. “Ensuring that the virus has an entrance point and infecting me” Peter smiled and stood. His cock was rock hard and dropping pre-cum. He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open to peek out. I continued to finger my hole, really working my fingernail into my flesh. Each time I pulled it out it was getting more and more coated with drops of blood mixed with the cum in hole. Peter jumped when there was a knock at the door. I just continued to abuse my hole. I'm sure I was a sight. Sitting in a chair with my legs up fingering my hole. I looked up to see a cop at the door. Fuck! “Been reports of forced sex acts coming inside this room” the cop said. “Not really forced, Officer,” Peter stuttered out, “just some roleplaying” “What's he doing over there,” “I'm fingering my hole, Officer,” I said pulling my finger out and sucking it clean. “Why is that” “Getting it ready for the next cock to shoot a poz load deep into my hole” “You’re a willing participant in getting infected” “Yes,” I said to him. “We are waiting for a guy to show up and fuck him” Peter said. “Unless you want to fuck me with your big gun, Officer” I added. The officer stood there looking. He cocked his head and said: “Are you trying to solicit an officer of the law?” “No, Sir nothing like that” Peter said. “Yes I am,” I said, “I want that cock of yours up my hole” “Shut up before we get in some real trouble” Peter said. I stood up and walked over to the officer. He stepped a little closer to door, so he was part way in and part out. Bravely and confidently, I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his pants. I looked over to Peter, his eyes were wide open. “Take it out and suck it” the officer ordered me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his black uniform pants. I squeezed my hand inside and wrestled with his cock and balls, pulling them out through the zipper. His cock was about six inches and as thick as a beer can. His balls were big and already pulled up to his body. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the head of his cock. I could taste the sweat that had dried on his cock. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I swallowed the whole cock and only stopped when I had my face pressed into his uniform pants. He put his big hand on the back of my head and pressed me into his crotch. His hips pumped into my face as he did. His balls were pressed tightly against my chin. He released and I coughed a little. I pulled my lips back slowly until they met the ridge of his cock head, then I slide back down on his cock. It must have been a sight to the people passing by, a cop in a door way getting a wet blow job from a cum dump. Peter was slowly stroking his cock watching me suck the cops cock. “Get up his ass, you dumb fuck” the cop said to Peter. Peter jumped, moved quickly behind me, dropping to his knees. He lined up his hard cock with my hole and pushed in. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my hole. His thrusts in were pushing me further on the cop’s cock. Peter was slowly fucking my hole, just thrusting into me hard. “Oh fuck, let me show you how to use that fuck hole” The cop pulled out of my mouth, pushing me into the room. Peter fell back and his cock popped out of my hole. We quickly moved into the room and closed the door. I got up and moved to the bed, laying down on my back, lifting my legs in the air. “Look at that sloppy fuck hole,” the cop said. He lined up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. He didn't wait, he started to pump in and out of my hole. I could feel cum leaking out. His big balls were being smashed between us. His belt was hitting my ball sac. My cock was hard laying on my stomach. Peter was standing beside the bed, his cock just hanging out hard. He had a look of surprise and wonder on his face. I don't think this fucking was real, I did seem like something out of a dream. The cop had grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and thrusting his cock in my hole. I could see sweat bearing up on his forehead. His tongue licked his lips over and over. His cock was rock hard in my hole, signaling he wasn't going to last much longer. He slammed his cock deep in me and shot his load. His cock pulsed out a thick load of cum deep inside me. Once done he pulled out, then went into the bathroom. I could hear running water and knew he was cleaning up. When he came out his cock was back in his pants and zipped up. “Damn Officer, that was fucking hot” I said “That service ain't free,” he said sternly. “What” Peter said? “It's a C-note for the fuck and another twenty for the cleaning of my pants” “That's extortion” Peter said. “These are the other option” he said pulling out his cuffs. “Don't be an asshole, Peter. Pay the man” I said even though I'm sure I could get fucked in jail. Peter got his wallet and paid the officer, almost still unwilling to part with the money. “I will spread the word about that hole” he said turning and leaving. Not seconds after he left there was another knock on the door. The next fuck was arriving, late but at least he showed.

Part 18 Stinger's cock was the first one back up. He moved between the legs of the cop's partner, spreading them wide. There was no resistance from legs, they opened wide and moved to Stinger’s shoulders. I watched as Stinger's cock lined up with the cop's partners hole and started to slide in. “Always love a pre-lubed hole,” Stinger said, “a sign of a true pig” “Second favorite cock” he said “Of course, it's the one that pozzed you and your hubby” Stinger said. I was a little worried about their status, figured they were just pigs that fucked bare, but didn't take it bare. Knowing they were carrying Stinger’s strain was a huge turn on. My cock was rock hard. I moved quickly between the cop's legs, lifting them up onto my shoulders, then lining up my cock with his hole. “Ram it in him hard,” Stinger said, “he likes it hard, rough and fast” I pushed hard and slammed my cock into his hole until I was balls deep. There was no scream from the cop, just a long, deep moan. I didn't wait I pulled my cock out completely and rammed it into his hole again. I reached for his nipples as my cock pulled out the third time, but before I slammed it back in, I grabbed his nipples between my thumb and forefinger’s nails and pinched hard. I slammed in hard again into his hole. “Of fuck, I need it just like this” the cop said. I continued to fuck his hole deep and hard as I tortured his nipples. Without warning he slammed his open hand into my chest. It stung bad, I could feel the area that met his hand heat up. I pulled out and rammed back into his hole, which followed by another chest slap from him. He hit almost in the exact same spot, this time just a bit harder. The cop turned to his partner and they started to kiss as we fucked their holes. Their kissing was more like biting each other's lips. The cop bit down on his partner’s lip and started to pull. I released his nipples and slammed my hand on his chest right between his nipples. A loud smack echoed through the trailer. The eyes of the cop got wide and he released his partner’s lip. A smile slowly appeared on his face. I pulled out and flipped him over, I struggled but I flipped him over. His white ass was now face up. I pulled my hand back and smacked his ass, hard. “Cup your hand a bit,” his partner said. I pulled back and cupped my hand a little and smacked his bare ass again. I continued to slap his cheek harder and harder. My hand stung a bit after a while and his cheek was now red. I heard moans from him as I slapped his hole. I lined up my cock and slammed into his hole, hard. I pulled out and slapped his ass again. “Squeeze my cock with that hole” I ordered the cop. I felt his ass tighten around my cock as I slammed it back in. Next to us, stinger was pounding the cop’s partner’s ass, but both were watching me. “Keep that ass tight you fucking pussy” I said The cop kept squeezing his ass muscles and I would smack his ass cheeks as I pulled out of his hole. I was now switching cheeks. My cock rammed in and out of his hole. His cheeks were now a bright red and very warm. I dropped down, putting my body weight on him. My hips were pumping my cock in and out of his hole. My head was next to his on the left said. He had his face in the pillow, I grabbed his hair and pulled it up, holding on tight. “Beg me you fucking pig for my cock and cum” I ordered him. “Please, oh please give me your poz load” he said “You can do better than that” “Please I need you cum, give it to me please, rape my hole, please oh God please” Stinger was pounding the partner's ass hard, bodies smacking together. We were almost in the same rhythm. “Did I tell you to fucking stop” “Smack him up side the head” his partner said, but I couldn't do it. “Make him your bitch” Stinger said. I pulled harder on his head and grabbed his chin tightly with my other hand and squeezed. “You’re not worthy of my cum up your hole” I said “I am please, Sir. I need, desire your tainted seed. Please add your mutilated strain to mine” he begged. “Maybe I should shove my fist up that cop ass” “Oh God, please wreck my hole. Make me a freak like you” My balls were pulling up tightly to my body. My cock was hardening. I knew I was getting close to shooting my seed up his ass. “You want that load, don't you” “Yes I do” “Tell me” “I want your toxic seed in my ass, please” he begged, “pleeeeaaassse” I slammed my cock deep into him and emptied my balls into his hole. I kept pushing my cock into his hole, even though it couldn't go any deeper. I pulled out and moved off the bed to the floor. I stood there looking at Stinger fucking the partner's ass. I grabbed the cop by his hair and pulled him off the bed and unto his knees in front of me. “Open your fucking mouth, gonna fill you up” The cop opened his mouth and I placed my semi-hard cock on his tongue. He gently closed his lips around it. Instantly, I started to piss. I filled his mouth up. “Swallow fucker” I ordered him “He's never drank piss before” his partner said, grunting as Stinger fucked him. “First time for everything,” I said, “Fucking swallow” He slowly swallowed and I filled his mouth again. This time he swallowed without having to be told to. I continued to piss down his throat. His cock was rock hard and leaking. As he swallowed the last mouthful of my piss, his cock shot all over my legs. Still holding his cock in my mouth he looked up and smiled. Stinger pumped his cock in and out of the cop's partner's ass faster and faster until he rammed in and shot his load. Once he had emptied his nuts he pulled out. “Who’s ever bed this is, sorry I left a big mess on it” the partner said. “It's his” Stinger said. “If I sleep in it tonight” I said. The cop stood up and kissed me. “Fuck you are one hot fuck you Freak” he said to me.

When I get fucked, I like to have a quick taste of the seed in my ass. Then I let my body absorb the rest. I'm pretty good at keeping it in for a long while.

Agreed. It does take time to get used to a well endowed cock but not impossible. A good hit of poppers and my hole is ready to take that manhood. Rough or slow.

If you have doubts, don't go....there's no turning back from HIV

Muscmtl, I did see Dolf amongst us regular being interactive in the raw sense. Dolf is quite stunningly tall and beautiful up close. The Aclands were also participating off stage in various spots of Club120. I had a great time! I got my share of ass to fuck and I was fucked by a few guys.

Met a hot twink on scruff. Super cute and wholesome looking. He basically wanted to blow me. When I went there, he was so cute and sexy, I kept grinding on his ass when we were kissing. He was spreading so I think he liked that. Then I spit on his hole and shoved my cock in bare. I kept telling him I would be breeding him and he liked to hear that. After I seeded his twinkhole, I watched my load drip around his hole and used my fingers to push it back in. He loved it. I loved it.

Felt a bit stressed from studying during the week, so I felt a sudden urge to get a hotel room for a night near my biggest city and wait ass up for any big-dicked tops. Posted an ad and browsed on Grindr all night. First guy was apparently "straight" and rather unshaven. Beast-like in his build and his dick was thick and around eight inches long. I got off the bed to suck him off on the floor since he was so tall and his balls had the perfect, musky scent. I turned around and put my ass up on the bed. He started eating out my smooth hole, he started pushing in a few of his fingers and telling me he wanted to split me open. His tongue was so warm and thick that I had to take a few deep hits of poppers to enjoy it even more. By the time I twisted the bottle back to closed, his dry cock was rubbing into my hole and I just let him go for it from behind. He didn't stop even once for the five minutes he was in me and I begged for him to rip me open. I heard his balls slamming up against my skin and he had his arm wrapped around my neck the whole time. He busted his load, pulled out, kissed my ear and I let him leave. I asked him to put the doorstop under the door to keep it ajar. Didn't get out of that position, found someone else on Grindr that was a couple miles away on his way to work and he busted in me so easily with the load in me beforehand. Didn't even see his face. Plenty of irritation and pain post-breeding and I loved every bit of it. Next week, a daddy is going to get me drunk and poppered up to bring me to the baths and take every load after he stretches out my hole with his toys. My used, torn ass in the pic.

Clinical trials for XXY14 began in spring of 2018 on lab animals exposed to the HIV virus, all had significantly high viral loads of one strain or another. Researchers were optimistic, but soon became pleasantly surprised as within weeks all the test subjects began to show significant signs of improvement and within months were free of the virus entirely. This encouraged researchers so much that the petitioned the beleaguered FDA, an agency which the leader of the free world called unimportant and quipped “people should have enough common sense not to ingest toxic substances ’, as he funneled moneys from the agencies budget to fund the now ever needed civil defenses and quell riots, they asked that human trials begin as soon as possible. By summer of 2019 the first 500 participants were selected, 250 to receive the XXY14 and 250 to receive a placebo, all were taken off ARV drugs and simply administered the XXY14 or the placebo. The 250 lucky souls that were given the actual drug after a couple weeks began to show improvement in their viral loads and a small increase in their T cells. The other 250 began to have their viral loads increase even though they believed they were receiving the drug. As months passed the control group continued to decline while the XXY14 group continued to improve, by winter of 2020 the individuals on the actual drug were deemed free of HIV, or at least all but 12 or 13 who still harbored a small reservoir of virus cells but they were replacing rather than expanding their viral base. The research group then gave the actual drug to the remaining 250 as they brought in an additional 500 participants for the second trial. By 2022 the drug was in mass production and deemed safe, finally a vaccine that would also cure 95 % of those stricken with the HIV virus and give hope to the remaining 5% who it would simply leave a reservoir of virus to be watched closely by medical personal. The AIDs/HIV epidemic would soon be over. Researched were exuberant but had no clue what the long term side effects would be, as they did not observe any during the 2 year trails of XXY14. The drug was perfect, almost too perfect, it had both medical and economic side effect not to mention a long term social economic destabilization that would eventually occur. As I sat waiting for my appointment I had a brief time to recollect how I was forced to be inoculated with the drug and how my psychological demeanor fought the intrusion of my person by the government and the medical community, oh how naïve I was back then just 6 years ago. I was just turned 28 and had the world at my fingertips, oh I still had my rebellious side, that was why I was here in the off the beaten path fleabag motel, hosting this appointment. Finally a knock on the door, as I answer and let him in he looks fabulous, a light sheen of sweat coats his shoulders and neck, perspiration is beaded on his forehead. He is about 5’11 and maybe 165 pounds, his sandy blonde curls are matted to his head and he looks at me with pools of blue sky as I check him out. I offer him some water, he declines at first then as I turn him around and begin kissing him he presses into me, then takes the water as I allow him to make his way to the bed, picking up the bottle of water that is sitting on the night stand, he takes a big swig, looks at the bottle then takes another, he seems to enjoy my piss, as he downs another sip “That water was sure sweet, what kind is it” “Recycled, that was my piss from earlier” “Damn sir, if you can I’d love to drink that straight from the tap” Not only was the boy cute and toned but looks like we have a pig in the making. He leans towards me and plants a hot kiss on my neck and begins nibbling down across my chest, stopping at each nipple, getting them erect and hard he has his hands holding up my tank top as he tries to rise so he can remove it easier. I push him back as I remove it for him, then proceed to take off his sweaty tank top then slip him out of his sport shorts, his jock strap barely containing his erect member. I lay down on top of him and continue our make out session, I want to make sure he knows I’m in charge. My cock is straining in my own sport shorts but he needs to know this is my show, I set the pace as I grind my torso into his our tools rubbing together with just thin layers of material keeping them from actually touching. He is perspiring under me but grinding back up to meet my thrust, I don’t know I got so lucky this time but if it is meant to be this boy is a keeper, if chemistry is correct. I slide down some and take his nipple between my lips and teeth, biting ever so lightly to make him flinch, then work my way down to his belly button which has pooled with the combination of our sweat, a sweet lick into the depression and work my mouth over his overstuffed pouch, breathing in the musky scent, but only pausing momentarily before lifting his legs and nibbling on his taint and teasing his hole. I lick his winking ass, it taste fresh and clean, good the boy followed orders and cleaned out before coming, licking deeper I began to force the tip of my tongue in his hole which began to loosen with my expert tonguing, slipping a finger in his hole it felt really tight “You ever been fucked before boy” “No sir, you’re the first guy I’ve ever tried anything with” Sweet a fucking virgin, I was going to have fun breaking in his hole, I continues to lick suck and finger his hole, it slowly loosening up, my cock is drooling toxic precum, as I rise up and line my cock up with his virginal boy hole, smearing my fluid all around his hole “Last chance, you sure you want this?” “Yes sir, I have fantasied about this for months” “There’s no turning back now, son” I pushed my leaking head into his hole, my precum and spit the only lube he got, he flinched a little but I soon felt his hole start gripping and pulsing around my tool, pulling me in deeper so I pushed deeper till my ball sack was resting on his cheeks. He wiggled his ass around and began trying to get me deeper still. I started pumping in and out slowly at first, but was soon pounding and punch fucking him across the bed “Oh daddy fuck me, take my cherry, destroy my ass, and make me your boy” The boy started chanting, encouraging me to breed his hole, impregnate him with my toxic seed, claim him for my own. I pounded him on his back for a while then flipped him over onto his front so I could drill my 9 inch cock deep into his bowels; I was getting close, he was pushing back onto my cock as I exploded into his deep regions, and kept on pumping him full of my hard cock. After fifteen minutes of pounding him into the mattress I climbed on the bed rolled the boy onto his side and spooned him pumping my cock in and out of his now sloppy hole. I pummeled him from this position until I felt my seed rising again and made a show of cumming in his hole as I dropped his raised leg down and cuddled him, my cock still buried in his ass, making a perfect butt plug for the two toxic loads which were now swimming within the boy, we soon dozed off spooned together.

It happens to me most times because my ass has a tendency to get really wet and creamy. In my experiences, tops love it! My ass becomes a sexual toy for them

Well, as for me, I got hard fucked by both a groom and his spouse on their wedding night It was a gay wedding, of course, maybe not so exciting, but we were far out in the countryside, and my friend -the groom, was getting married. They were such a good couple together, good-looking, muscular... a match made in heaven. At the party after the wedding, they both got a bit tipsy, having had champagne, wine and so on... we were all staying at this fabulous inn, the couple and the guests, so there was no need to drive home afterwards... A bit after midnight, I felt a bit tired... so I told the couple, gave them a big hug both of them and went to my room. Well there, I took off all my clothes (I always sleep in the nude) and took a quick shower. I was just toweling up when I heard some commotion in the corridor, and a very light knock on the door. My friend was standing outside, smiling, looking at me in my towel. I just looked at him and then with a swift motion, he tugged the towel off my waist.... licking his lips a little... he just pushed me inside the room. I asked him "what's the matter"? But he didn't say anything, just pushed me backwards toward the bed... I sat down on the bed, and he was instantly between my legs, licking on my soft cock - he was mumbling a bit... saying things like "I really need your ass now..." We'd been friends for many years, but never before had he said or done anything like that. I was so surprised, my cock of course reacting to the gentle licking and sucking... getting harder. Finally he was sucking me with deep strokes, and I put my hands on his neck. Man, he really knew how to suck... before I knew it, he was buck naked there between my legs... I leaned backwards... lifted my legs up... and his tongue kept exploring behind the balls... down to my ass hole... whirling around my ass hole and finally tongue fucking me gently. I couldn't help but moaning softfly.... His tongue came deeper in me... Man... what a good rimmer... Then I hear the door opening. In the door, a silhouette. Someone coming into my room again?!? The room was in darkness, just the light from the shower was on. The door closed and the person came further into the room. I could hear clothes falling, and once he reached us by the bed, he was naked, too. I felt him coming up in the bed, and could smell a horny man's cock... he started playing with it on my mouth and I could taste his lovely pre-cum. Jeeesus, what's happening here, I thought.... After a minute of cock play (his cock getting real hard on my lips) he leaned over and kissed me. Wow, hang on... now I could see. It was my friends husband! The two guys, newlyweds, were having fun with me in a hotel bed... My cock was so hard... but I am a devoted bottom. Loving to get fucked by horny men. The two newlyweds kissed eachother, and they were both leaning in over me now. I could feel a hard cock agains my wet and lubed ass hole. It slid right in. Deep in my hole. Raw. I heard my friend sigh loudly... kissing his husband deeply. He whispered to his husband "I'm taking him raw". His husband let out a moan and simply sat on my face. My mouth on his wonderful ass hole. Of course, I started chewing that ass... eating away on those sweet ass lips... tongue fucking him too. My friend started fucking me with long strokes. The cock almost slid all the way out, and then was pushed all the way in again. I was in heaven, eating an ass and getting raw fucked by two horny and very very good-looking men. I did mention, they were both very muscular? After a little while, I heard my friend's breathing getting harder... he was pounding my ass harder, too... and then "Oh Goooood ... I'm cumming... I'm breeding him... oooo fuck... take it baby.... take my cum"... I squeezed his dick hard, milking him of every drop. His husband was pressing his asshole to my mouth.... even deeper... I could feel him jerking off.. keeping his cock hard. My friend slid slowly out of me.... and helped his husband down to the end of the bed, finding my hole, too. Now well lubricated from a load, his husband's cock slid in with no friction at all. And he was HUGE!!! I groaned and moaned, trying to make him happy... he just leaned over me and kissed me... telling me "relax baby... you'll get it from us both".... I relaxed a bit and he started fucking me quite hard. I could feel my friends hands down at the cock, feeling his husband fucking my hole. After a while with my legs in the air, my friend was laying down besides me. He motioned for me to sit on his cock, and I did so. Now that his husband had fucked me good, there was no resistance. I was sitting on his cock, facing his feet, getting him deep in me again. This was soooo awesome. His husband positioned himself in front of me. His very hard dick was playing behind my balls.... I leaned backwards so I was laying on my friend, still sliding in and out of me... and there it came... his husband let his dick rest on my friends cock... pushing at my hole... slowly entering me too. I was getting DOUBLE fucked!!! His cock was enourmous. This was the fact already before I had another cock in me. My hole stretched slowly... I could hear the husband groan lightly from the effort of pushing himself into me... So tight. So tight. But stretching. Finally his cock was planted to the root. He leaned over me and kissed me deeply. And started to slowly fuck me. My friend was lying very still below me. I could hear his heavy breathing.... oh, man.. so fucking hot. My friend's husband started with longer strokes. Finally he was fucking me hard and deep. My friend just lay still beneath me. This lasted for a few minutes, until "I AM CUMING"!!!! And I got my friend's husbands fuck load in me... I was gushing cum from my hole.... he was pushing it in again... My friend whispered in my ear "I am cuming too" .... oooohhhh FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! Three loads... deep in me... I was so happy Finally they both slid out of me... letting me relax a bit on the bed. They were both smiling at me... and so they told me they had this fantasy a long way back, and that they both fancied me. And guess what? They wanted me on their honeymoon. So I actually ended up going with them on their honeymoon, getting an incredible amount of loads for those two weeks.

It was my older step cousin who was the first guy to fuck my ass. It always happened when I spent vacation in his parents' house where we had to share his room. Some 10 years later I was visiting my family, and attended his wedding. That night, of course, he spent the night with his new wife, and I had my own room, but late at night he slipped into my room and I woke up to find him standing at the side of my bed, offering me his huge cock. So, of course, I sucked him. He was still wet and sticky from breeding his wife, and I loved this taste. "I didn't cum, 'cause we don't want children now. Do you want it?" he whispered. Only seconds later he was deep in my ass and gave me his wedding night load. He left with a "thank you" and went back to his wife.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

My regular Daddy had invited me over to his flat for a Saturday afternoon fucking. I made my way to his flat and he greeted me at his front door wearing leather chaps, boots and a jock which was bulging with his large, uncut cock inside. He kissed me, tweaked my nipples through my T-shirt and said he had a surprise for me. I was excited, he slapped my arse and ushered me through to his kitchen. Once there he blindfolded me and then proceeded to strip me completely naked. He then lead me forth, it felt exhilarating not knowing what was in store. My body was tingling in anticipation, the rest of my senses were heightened by my loss of sight. I could hear porn, the unmistakable sound of men fucking coming from the TV. Daddy stopped me and pushed me down to my knees on the floor. Daddy said 'are you ready for your surprise' to which I replied 'yes Daddy'. With this I could hear some movement of bodies and feet. I felt Daddy close behind me, his large cock in his jock brushing against me as I was down on my knees. His hands touched the sides of my head as he was preparing to remove the blindfold and show me what the surprise was. He undid the blindfold and the sight of three, large, well built men stood in front of me. They were naked and wanking their cocks, which all looked hard and impressive. I glanced and smiled at Daddy, we had spoken before about our fantasies and he knew that I wanted to be used by a group and he had now made it happen and my fantasy was about to become a reality thanks to him. Daddy introduced me as his boy and offered me to his three guests, telling them to enjoy their selves. The first guy stepped forward, he was middle eastern looking, he was bald headed, had a solid, thick, muscular body and a very large, thick, cut cock which he pushed straight into my mouth. I swallowed if eagerly, taking it fully into my mouth. He was forceful with his movements, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, fucking my throat. While he was balls deep in my mouth, my focus on his cock, one of the other guys had moved behind me and had pulled my ass cheeks apart and had two fingers lodged deep in my hole. This is exactly what I had hoped for in my fantasy and was lucky that Daddy had made it happen. The guy behind me moved me into all fours, he was quite rough and forceful. Once on all fours I felt his cock slapping on my arse, and his cock head probing at my hole. The guy in front of me was holding my head and fucking my mouth and then I felt a cock fully enter my arsehole. It felt so good, two masculine studs driving their cocks into me, one in my tight asshole and one in my mouth. This is what I'd dreamed of. The guys were fucking me hard and fast and it didn't take long before the guy in front of me pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a huge load of cum all over my face. His grunts and groans were such a turn on, he had shot so much cum over me, all the while the man behind was fucking my ass so hard and deep. The middle eastern guy who'd given me a facial moved aside and the third guy, a man in his fifties, tall and broad, stood in front of me. He used his fingers to push the cum on my face into my mouth and I willingly swallowed it. It was thick and salty, it was what I craved and it tasted so good. He then pushed his own hard cock into my mouth. He wasn't as hung as the last guy, but was still well endowed. He was more vocal, calling me a cumslut, a greedy boy who needed feeding. He asked me if I liked the cock in my ass, I couldn't reply as his cock had me gagged. My words were not needed. Daddy was watching, taking poppers on the sofa and wanking his cock while the two guys fucked me at both ends. I was glad I was making him happy. Daddy said it was such a hot scene, watching me being used. The guy fucking my arse had been pounding me hard, the sight of me sucking two cocks and taking a facial was about to be too much for him as he reached the moment of ejaculation. He pumped me hard as he shot cum into my arse. He was grabbing my hips and slapping my arse as he filled me with cum. Fuck it felt good, his cock resting balls deep in me with his cum plugged inside. He withdrew his cock and exited the room. Daddy moved from the sofa and inspected my cum loaded arse. The cum beginning to seep out. He fingered me and was taking the cum on his finger and feeding it to me as I sucked the cock of the third guy. The third guy was had now moved from having in front of me and was now entering my ass. The porn on the TV was still playing but we'd lost interest, our own hot scene was real and we were totally in the moment. It didn't take long for the third guy to deliver a second load of cum deep into my asshole. He fucked me until he shot what felt like a gallon of cum inside me. After he'd unloaded and emptied his balls, he too withdrew and left me feeling used, but still horny and wanting more cum. With all three of the guests done and having shot their loads, they had all dressed and gone. Daddy and I left alone to talk about how amazing it was for me to be fucked and him to watch his boy taking the cum of three horny men. Daddy took me into the bedroom where he had his way with my mouth and ass. His cock, harder than ever, fucked me and filled me with another hot load. It had been an afternoon to remember and one I hoped we could recreate again.

I love when my ass has more than one load inside and gets real sloppy. The noise is such a turn on. The top and anyone watching knows that I am a cumdump.

One night at the baths, a buddy had suggested to a friend that he come to my room to get fucked and fisted (I was more of a top then...). The guy was hot (and high), wearing a black jock. When I started playing around his ass, I found that he had an XXX-large buttplug lodged in his hole. When he saw my cock's reaction, he relaxed a little, instead of being ashamed of being such a hot pig! I worked the plug out, and played with the gaping hole for quite awhile. "Fuck me," he begged, stroking my rock hard cock. With him on his hands and knees, I got behind him and slid in easily. His ass was on fire and felt like a warm, wet glove. The more he moaned and begged, the rougher I got, until I was pile-driving his pighole. It was then that I noticed the slurping sound coming from his loose hole. We looked at each other in the mirror. He had this sheepish look and said, "Sorry..." I responded with "Nuthin' to be sorry about. I think it's fuckin' hot! Means you like gettin' fucked by this big pierced dick." With that, I went back to pounding his nasty, sloppy fuckhole. Love that fuckin' piggy sound - - - top or bottom!

If the top leaves, I plug my hole. Let the seed stay in as long as I can.

I'm a pretty timid guy, and, until a few years ago I was straight. At some point I had a couple of fun, safe experiences as a bottom, then stopped for various reasons, but the fantasies didn't stop, and one of the ways they manifested was working up the courage in me to go to a few bathhouses. But that was as far as I got - I was always too shy to do anything once there. Until a few nights ago. I was in Europe, in a country where I don't speak the local language, but was able to find the local spa and found myself wandering around, again wondering if anything would happen. Entering the porn room, I found an older gent sitting and watching the (hot) video while stroking himself. I was super horny and decided to take matters into my own hands, or should I say mouth. I had kind of forgotten how much I love to suck cock. While I haven't done it very much, still I think I'm a natural at it. This guy's cock was quite large, seven inches, I'd guess, as well as being rather thick. I dropped to my knees and went to town. The older man was definitely enjoying the attention, and early on began moaning, particularly when I deep-throated his pole. Initially I thought I'd have trouble taking his rod down my throat, but as it turned out it wasn't an issue. More evidence I'm a natural - at least when it comes to sucking cock. As I worked his pole I felt a little tickle back there, and my efforts to handle him might have suggested I was involuntarily gagging, but in fact I didn't actually gag or mind it at all. We went on like that for a few minutes, then he abruptly raised his hips, grunted, and gave me a small but salty reward, which I swallowed. I don't really know what's next for me. For now, I'm thrilled and happy to have crossed this line. And I know I want to suck a lot more dick. I also want to get fucked bare and take loads in the ass, but I have to work out getting a PrEP prescription. Anyway, that's my little story. You have to start somewhere, right?

All my friends know I am gay, but only one or two friends who are ex or current fuck buddies know that I fuck raw. The rest think I am a nice boy!! Rather get off on being a sleazy bb fuckker under my vanilla exterior....

I agree with most of what you said except that bottoms are expected to be submissive and a non-sub bottom is a sassy bitch. I consider myself an active bottom and can be aggressive at times as well. Although I am at his mercy once he's inside I use the top like he is using me to get what I want: a dick pumping my hole and his load inside. There's two to tango. Both using each other to get the most out of it. Any top who doesn't like that I will probably not see again. I know a lot of bottoms are submissive but I am not one of them.

I would've died if I had that conversation. When I disclosed my status change I only have a select few family members who knew about it. The family I told I did not tell that I am primarily a BB fucker/fuckee. I think one of them may have deduced that, and many of my friends know I'm a BB slut.

Yes I agree. He needs to be fucked regularly like me. I don't care who it is or what he looks like. Don't even see his face. Love being a #cumdump for ANY Stiff boner. Age, Race, Body Type or cock size. Love my ass Stuffed with Multiple Loads from several different types of Men.

Was a great night, got 3 loads, no idea how many guys fucked me or how many holes I slipped my cock into (or backed up onto me lol, it was a room full of dirty sluts) Ended up leaving my load in two guys. i wish they were more regular, was such a good vibe of all sorts willing to play with eachother and it wasn't uncommon to see hot young sluts getting fucked by much older daddies.

I want this top with the bull balls. How many loads would be in there?

Yesterday I met with a guy who just wanted a blowjob. Average size but beautiful dick. Made me suck him for almost half an hour before he shot his load. I actually had wanted to get fucked but at the end I had to admit...

FS Part 16 We entered the Professor’s trailer. It was dark and so uninviting. It suddenly occurred to me that this wasn't the trailer I first met him in. This one was more like living quarters. It was very messy, papers and clothes thrown everywhere. I noticed a pile of underwear in a corner. It contained a rainbow of colors and styles. There had to be at least fifty pairs. “Each one of those pairs of underwear were owned by the boys and men that I have personally infected” a voice in the dark said. The Professor emerged from the dark, he was naked. He had more of a dad bod. His cock was soft and hanging over his balls. He had some fur on his chest and a trail that lead down to his crotch. HIs legs were very hairy. Stinger, take your new charge’s bag to your trailer and get his bed ready” he said, “I’m going to welcome him to the Freak Show” Stinger nodded and said, “Officer Stevens and his husband Frank are coming out tonight to use him. He know the fees apply.” “Excellent” the Professor said. “Have fun” Stinger said to me as he was leaving. “Strip, the games are about to begin” the Professor said, opening a cabinet, showing me all his toys. I didn’t hesitate, I stripped as fast as I could. Standing there in his trailer naked, I watched him remove a bridle and a bit. He turned and walked towards me. “Open” he said, raising the bit to my mouth. I did as I was told. Once the bit was in my mouth I closed my mouth on it, gripping it with my teeth. He took the straps around my head and tightening the straps and buckles at the back of my head. Once he was satisfied, he returned to the cabinet. “Hands behind your back” he said. I moved my hands behind my back, where he attached wrist cuffs and locked them together. Again he returned to his cabinet of toys, opening a drawer and removing a wooden paddle. He had one fist wrapped around the handle and the flat paddle part was resting in his other hand. He brought it closer to me, revealing the drilled holes in the flat paddle. “Pull away and I use this” he said sternly, then put the paddle near by. I nodded as his hands explored my body. He went for my chest first, rubbing around my nipples, occasionally passing his hand over them. Soon, he would stop on my nipple and start pulling it, twist it, and pinching it with his nails. I tensed up my face and bit down on the bit in my mouth as he caused pain. My cock was responding to the tit torture, it was twitching and becoming hard. I glanced down at his cock and it too was rock hard. It had grown to at least eight and a half inches and was thick. I could see pre-cum hanging from the head. “I am glad to see you are enjoying this” Without warning he slapped my cock in a downwards motion. It caused me to stand on my tip-toes but not jerk away. My cock bounced up and slapped my stomach, then continued to bounce until it was still again. “Will have to go lightly on you right now,” he said, “don’t need you unable to preform for the cop tonight. His hand moved to my thighs just to the right of my crotch. One of his hands moved to my sac, gently rolling it with his fingers. My balls were moving inside, until he tightened his fist and squeezed hard. I screamed and bit down hard on the bit in my mouth so hard that my teeth ached. His grip was like a vice and as he squeezed he pulled my ball sac down to the floor. My cock pumped out pre-cum from this. I fought the urged to pull away, but I lost that battle and moved backwards. His grip on my sac held strong and the only change I made was instead of pulling my sac down it was now being pulled outwards. “Oh, you were doing so well” he said shaking his head from side to side. He released my balls and swung me around. He bent me forward, until my head was resting on the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the paddle. “Move and the paddling gets harder” I took a deep breath and waited. The paddle made a faint whistle as it moved through the air and a loud thump as it made contact with my ass cheeks. I jump a little from the impact, but did not move away. It stung, but not too bad. The Professor moved the my side, his free hand pulled my arms upwards, but not enough to cause pain. The paddle met my ass again, this time slightly harder. This stung a bit more and I could feel the skin heating up on my cheeks. He pulled back the paddle and hit one more time. I cried out some on this one. “Better, shall we continue” he said. I nodded and he guided me back around. Now facing him, he went back to work on my nipples, pinching them with his fingernails. His nails dug hard into my flesh. His cock was rock hard as was mine. The pain he was inflicting was so pleasureful. He released my nipples and moved back to his toy cabinet. He brought over a pair of nipple clamps. Squeezing each open, he attached them to my nipples. They bit in hard. He adjusted a screw on top and they bit in more. “Turn and bend over,” he ordered me. I did as I was told. He kicked my legs open wider. I felt his cock slap my ass. I took a deep breathe, fearing I was in for a rough fucking, and I was right. He aimed his cock and rammed it in balls deep. I screamed. “Move and you get the paddle” he said. I held still as he pulled out and rammed in again. He did this over and over, with the pain easing each time he went in. “Is this the cop’s cum on my dick?” he asked. “Yes, Professor” I mumbled through the bit. “His cock is going to wear my cum tonight” he replied. His fucking was rough. He had his hands on my shoulders, ramming his cock into my hole as he pulled me back by my shoulders. His balls were getting tighter as he pumped his cock in and out of my ass. I could feel his dick thickening up “My AIDS strain will be a fine addition to the mutation of strains you already posses.” He thrusted in deep and shot deep. His cock pulsed and twitched as he emptied his balls into my hole. His grunting was loud and his legs shook as he shot. He fell forward until his forehead was resting on my back. HIs cock started to soften and slipped out. He reached around and released my nipples from the claps. They hurt so bad. He threw the clamps back in the cabinet and started to rub my nipples with his hands. I could not believe the pain that was shooting through them. My legs were shaking as he played with my nipples. Each pass over them, his touch got lighter and lighter, until he was not touching them at all. He released me from the hand cuffs and pulled me back against him. “You are going to fit right in freak,” he said, “and we are going to make a fortune selling your holes” I just nodded, pleased with the decision I made. “Stinger is in the red and black trailer, you will share with him.” he said, “tell him I am please with you” “Yes Professor” “Get ready for the cop and his partner” he said, “and don’t disappoint” I grabbed my clothes and left naked, walking all the way to my new home naked. Not one word was spoken from any of the workers. I found Stinger sitting on his bed in our trailer. I gave him the Professor’s message and he smiled.

Where you at buddy? I would be privileged to be your total cumdump for a night or a weekend. No load refused.

I've hooked up with a party in progress, and after I got up to speed (pun intended) with a .6 slam, I noticed one of the guys there was a local homeless schizophrenic who happened to have a 11.5" uncut cock with lots of foreskin, and when I pulled back the hood, lots of cheese, dried shit, and green ooze was fucking pouring out of the piss slit. I think I said louder than I thought 'fucking hot diseased cock dude' and the hose came over, he had been sounding his cock. He said wait a second, came back with a large rig, and slammed the homeless dude in the cock, me well (my third!) and then himself, same rig. He pulled the sound out of his piss slit and put it down the homeless dudes piss slit. He screamed a bit, so we put him on his back and I sat my ass on his umbling/screaming mouth. I was watching the sound go all the way in, and the host pulled it out and put some lube squirted down my piss slit and shoved the sound in my piss slit. Yes, I got gono and a urinary tract infection, but when my cock was dripping green, I was going to the cruisy park late at night and I got my cock into as many assholes as possible. Surprisingly, a few guys after sucking me whispered 'I know what that taste is' but still put it down their throat. To give you an idea just how depraved some gay men are (guilty) I was on BBRT checking messages, my cock was aching, I had an appointment with the free clinic the next day, when I got a message from a guy who wanted to hook up with me for a while. I told him that it may not be in his interest as I had STDs on my cock and asshole. He said 'HOT' come over, I'll G up my BF and when he takes his Xanax and Ambien, you can fuck him and give it to him.' I asked why he wanted to do that, and he said we're in a 'monogamous' relationship, or at least he is, and if he develops goon and HIV I can tell him that he obviously had been cheating, and say let's just open up the relationship. His plan worked, but the BF left town a few months later for a different job. Seeing as the BF never put up much of a fight about the 'obviously cheating' it was apparent he had been cheating as well.

I laid tied to the bed, staring at the hotel door, waiting for the next top to come and poz my hole. Wrestling with how to come to terms with the whole thing. “Peter?” I said. “What” he snapped back. “I admit I wanted to be pozzed, but honestly not like this” “Yeah, I know how you wanted it, you wanted me to do so you could hold it over my head” “No I wouldn’t” The knock at the door kept him from responding. As he opened it wondered who would be there. The man that was outside was fucking hot. He was like a living god. Tall, dark, handsome and covered in tattoos. Under his tank he was furry and muscular. As he walked into the room, his cock jumped under his gym shorts. “So how many have knocked him up?” he asked “An escort, me, and a guy who was full blown” Peter said. “Fuckin’ hot” the stranger said, “let me add mine” “He’s open for business,” Peter replied, “tell all your toxic friends” “Fuck man, I can have my husband head over after his workout, as well as some of my buds” “The more the better” The muscle god was now stripping. Once his tank was removed and his body exposed, I was in awe. He was solidly built. “you ready for this?” he asked looking right at me. “Yes” I replied. “If he starts to object, just keep going,” Peter said, “he’s going home poz one way or another” I watched the muscle god drop his shorts, exposing his thick veiny cock. It had to be nine inches. I licked my lips and lifted my hips off the bed, raising my ass up in the air. “Someone’s eager” Peter said. The stranger climbed between my legs and buried his face in my crack. Licking my hole, soaking it with his spit. Peter was pinching his nipples as he watch. The stinger then climbed on top of me, line up his cock and pushed it in. I let out a loud moan. He dropped body on me and I felt as if I was being smothered. He was pumping his cock in and out of my hole. I would lift my hips off the bed, pushing upwards so my ass was meeting his cock. “Someone’s very eager” the stranger said. “Fuck your poz load into me” I said. The stranger slammed his cock into me hard, pushing me into the mattress. I was pushing back my ass as he slammed in. I watched Peter across the room, watching me as I was getting fucked. “Untie me your twisted motherfucker, so I can fuck this man properly” I yelled to him. Peter dropped his phone and quickly moved over to the bed. He released both my wrists and i pushed myself up to a kneeling position. I wanted this doggie style. “Fuck me like the bitch I am” I said. The stranger grabbed my hips and began to fuck me more, faster and harder. “Slap my ass” I ordered. Peter was releasing my ankles. “I said slap my ass” The stranger slapped my right cheek hard, making it sting. “Again” I said He then started to slap my ass over and over as he pounded my hole. “Glad to see you are embracing your inner pig” Peter said. “Oh I’m just beginning” The stranger pulls out and flips me over on my back, grabbing my ankles he pushed my legs back, shoving my knees into my chest. Peter grabs his cock and lines it up with my hole. The stranger’s cock pushes in all the way. “Going to dump my load into your hot ass soon buddy” He started to pound my hole, thrusting his body weight into me. I could see Peter standing there, his cock was getting hard again. I watched it lift off his balls and slowly start to expand, until it was sticking straight out. I squeezed my hole around his cock as the stranger fucked me. The bed was squeaking as we fucked on it. I know people passing the room could hear it, but I didn’t care, fuck them. Hell, if they wanted they could come in and fuck me too. I didn’t want to fight this any more. I wanted to be a fucking pig. The stranger’s cock was rock hard and his balls were tensing up, drawing close to his body. He was getting close to dumping his poz load into me. “Want my load fucker’ he asked. “Fuck yeah, is a pig’s ass pork” “Fuck yeah” “Dump your poz load in my hole” He slammed into me. He grunted loudly as he emptied his balls into my hole. Every few seconds he would pull out and thrust back in. “Fuck dude, y’all up for a little four-way later tonight” “Fuck yeah” I said. “I will text you the address when I get to my car” he said, “my husband needs to poz that ass” “Tonight all holes will be available” I said. “Same here” He pulled off me and began dressing. I wasn’t sure if Peter was in shock or just scared. As soon as the man left the room. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it hard. I stared at Peter the whole time, watching him and his hard cock standing there. “Hope we have some time before my next trick,” I said to him. A beep on his phone brought him back to reality. I grabbed it off the table, it was a text message of the guys address and what time to be at his place. I tossed his phone back down, then walked towards him next to the bed. “Your ass is next” I said to him, pushing him on the bed.

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”

Do a thorough cleanout, go to a place with a darkroom, drop trou and drop your inhibitions!

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

I have worked hard destroying my gag reflex--and almost there!--I never let a guy pull out of me orally or anally. Nut juice was made for sport breeding one male to another. The feel of a guy's cock getting extra firm just before he shoots and then the ropes of warm male essence spraying into my mouth for that unique taste of male sex fluid that tells my brain i just made a guy nut using my mouth of his manhood is always a pleasure high for me just as getting bred is and knowing a guy is leaving his masculine DNA in me for eternity. Guys know they ar enot to pull out and waste their loads.

Part 2 – Dr. Mike Takes His Co-Pay: My dick was the fountain of death – the headwaters of the River Styx and I was Charon, the mythological Greek deity that served as the ferryman, carrying the dead across to Hades. Their fee had to be paid though and the toll I demanded and took was their drugged up, unconscious, raw, and NEG hole. My brutal raw fucks, my POZ toxic load, and the volume of virus I deposited from my hyperspermia ensured there was no reincarnation, no coming back – this was the end of the road for each and every one of them – it was only a matter of time. Over it all lorded Dr. Mike – my own Zeus – a god of Olympus who orchestrated every rape fuck, who bequeathed to me and those who served him all our needs and wishes – and yet as I came to learn, Zeus had a dark side and he was more the Lord of the Underworld than I had ever imagined until it happened to me. “When do I get to fuck another bottom?” I asked Dr. Mike the following Monday after I had rough fucked another knocked out guy and blown two loads back to back in his now, shredded hole. Since my first visit to Dr. Mike’s office and fucking the guy named Lucas, going back and breeding another willing/unwilling bottom was all I could think about. I had NEVER EVER been able to fuck like that. With a full thrust, with all my energy, with no regard for the bottom’s pleas to stop or slow down or take it easy. It was a warm, open hole for me – ME – and I took it – I owned that shit and I had to have more. On my way out the door that first time Dr. Mike had instructed me to not jerk off at all, which was a fucking torture. I was in the habit of blowing a load in the toilet as I got ready for work in the morning and then another before I went to bed from watching porn or hanging out on the sex sites online. As my globs of thick, infected sperm swirled around the toilet bowl I always thought it was such a waste, but now my POZ load is being put to good use – breeding and infecting drugged up pussy bottoms who want a no limit rape fuck! That’s all I could think about – and was willing to do anything – ANYTHING Dr. Mike said. Monday’s became my playtime – for the next several weeks Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins had a fresh ass waiting for me – one that was knocked out, tied up, and waiting for me to rape fuck and fill it with my gallons of POZ jizz as the little cameras recorded it all. Then we changed things up a bit, but at first it was like all the other times. I arrived at Dr. Mike’s office, he escorted me to the back, some anonymous bottom was bent over, tied down to the table with his winky hole just calling to me. Dr. Collins – the anesthesiologist –injected a large syringe containing a brew of Ketamine, Fentanyl, Propofol, and other drugs into the bottom’s IV as he said, “Time to dream little man.” Dr. Mike rolled his stool over, handed me a clip board with various forms for me to sign authorizing my own ‘treatment’, showed me the videos of the bottom providing his consent, affirming he was legal, blah the fucking blah blah and then I was off to the races. The bottom’s hole was wicked tight and bled like a stuck pig when I ripped him open – dry and raw. Dr. Mike had me pause only a second and then said, “It is only superficial. I think you can do better – yes?” Hell yes! By the time I finished breeding that bottom the white pillow case under his knees was red and pink and slathered in my the manly mix of bodily fluids. I yanked my semi-hard dick out of his hole, watching the last splatters of red drip onto the stained pillowcase like a Jackson Pollock painting redo. Dr. Mike stepped up close behind me, pressed his body against mine, his hard dick pushing at my skin through his pants and said, “Can you fuck him again? Can you shoot some more?” I wasn’t sure I could and in that moment of reflection Dr. Mike reached around and with both hands and attached small medical clamps onto my tender nipples. “JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I howled as I hunched over in pain and tried to step backwards. Dr. Mike grabbed my arms and held me fast. I gasped and winced and swore, yet my body was flooded with endorphins, my dick got fucking brick, my shoulders unclenched, and I wrestled forward and slammed back into that gaped hole. “OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH MY GOD – THAT ASS IS SO WETT AND GOOD – OH CHRIST – CAN FEEL ALL MY CUM – OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO SHOOT AGAIN – OH MY GOD, OH MY…AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHH….” Thankfully Dr. Mike had a chair waiting and a glass of water when I pulled out as I flopped down, dehydrated, exhausted, and fucked-out silly. Once the glass was emptied Dr. Mike was in front of me on his stool, placed his left hand firmly in the middle of my still heaving chest as he said, “This may sting a little.” He pulled off first one clamp then the other and I winced, yelped, and oohed as he rubbed my tender nipples. My dick instantly popped hard again and I groaned. Dr. Mike smiled, “I believe that physically you are able to produce far more semen than you or your previous physicians have determined. I know you enjoyed fucking this bottom, and of course are more than welcome to do so again if you wish. However, given your current physical state might I suggest an alternate therapy?” What the fuck did he have in mind? Dr. Mike flipped on a few light switches as we walked down the hall, further into his office warren. Not a word was said as we walked and I had to muffle a laugh as with every step my dick dribbled POZ jizz along our path. Well I’m sure the cleaning people in here had seen worse. The floor in the hall changed from linoleum to tile and Dr. Mike stopped in front of a door that had a porthole style window in it. He pulled out some keys, unlocked it, it swung open silently, and we stepped in. When Dr. Mike turned on the lights I thought it looked like some old fashioned torture chamber and I would learn I wasn’t far from the truth. “This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments for my various treatment programs,” Dr. Mike explained as we did a quick walk down one side of the rectangular room and back up the opposite wall. We stopped almost back where we started near a padded bench or something reminded me of a pommel horse in gymnastics but with weird additions and holes added – Frankenstein kind of shit. Dr. Mike sat on one of his rolling stools – how many of those fuckers did he have – slid himself between the bench and a rack of medical instruments and started flipping switches. I was bored and horny and casually scratched at the drying man juices that had gathered under my balls from fucking the bottom. Dr. Mike spun around, patted the leather bench, “If you please? Lie face down – oh wait, let me lower it just a little more first – there – now if you please, lie face down spread eagle – that’s it – yes, yes, your arms go out here and here and yes, your legs out like that. Excellent. Now if you can scoot back just an inch or two – yes, perfect.” Dr. Mike slid the stool a little down my side, reached under the table and I gave a surprised “OH!” as part of the table right beneath my dick fell away, which let my balls and dick drop straight down. Who makes a fucking gloryhole in a table? Dr. Mike rolled back near my head and held up a plastic container looking thing that was attached to a machine by some wires and long tubes, “This is an electrical penis pump,” he explained. “For my patients who have erectile dysfunction problems, often times the issue is that they must relearn or reteach their organ how to get hard. I won’t go into all of the theories on the whys and hows, but suffice it to say that this will provide you a gentle, relaxed, and continuous form of stimulation that will allow you to orgasm repeatedly and as much as you want without the additional physical exertions. For our purposes, I want to document your semen output that happens AFTER your natural intercourse and compare volumes. Do you understand?” I nodded and said, “So you mean that machine is going to suck my dick and make me shoot?” Dr. Mike smiled, gave a soft chuckle, and said, “Yes, something like that. Shall we?” I have to admit that the first few minutes I thought to myself this is how a cow must feel in a milking barn. I mean, that’s what Dr. Mike was doing right? Milking me? But I needed to come again so bad and this – well – it seemed like a good idea at the time so hell why not. The first few minutes Dr. Mike adjusted dials, knobs, made notes in his folder, as I told him if it felt good, bad, too much, or just right. I was fucking Goldilocks, but Jesus hell when we found that sweet spot my balls pulled up, my gut tightened, and I started to shoot, “I’M CUMMING, OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING, I…OH MY GOD…OK…THAT’S ENOUGH…I…OH PLEASE THAT’S ENOUGH…OH SHIT…” Dr. Mike turned a knob, the suction increased ever so slightly as my dick and balls were pulled further into the tube and my body shook on the table above, “It’s alright now, just relax, don’t fight it,” Dr. Mike said, “The initial sensation and urge to pull away will pass I assure you and understand that if you do pull away, it will likely create permanent damage, so now – focus on relaxing your pelvic muscle, let the machine do the work – that’s it – don’t strain – yes – look at that! The volume of sperm is not diminishing in the least – just a few more seconds – ready – here we go, I will now start dialing it down, down, is that better?” The intensity of the pull had eased, but I was still cumming and could not even moan as the orgasms continued to roll through me, wave after wave, as I filled the tubes with my POZ semen. When the tugging on my dick from the milking machine finally ceased I was drained – literally. Dr. Mike had pulled every drop – so I thought – of semen from me and dried me out me to the bones. Once he had unhooked me from the suction tube he patted my shoulder, “Rest now. I’ll come back in a bit and check on you.” I was so wiped; I easily and quickly fell into a deep sleep and only came awake some time later when I felt someone stroking my dick. I was lying on my back on the table and Dr. Collins was standing beside me. He still had his medical mask on, white coat, but he was naked from the waist down. He had a tiny tiny dick, and as he climbed up onto the bench and squatted over my now hard dick I saw his beat up asshole. It was black and blue and bruised, puffy, and rippled, ugly as fuck but he slid right down onto my POZ shaft with all intents and purposes of milking another load out of me. Normally he might not have been my type but any hole was a good hole so I fucked the hell out of that puffy ass ring and filled him like Dunkin Donuts jelly special – glazed, stuffed, creamed, and sugared! The next week, as Dr. Mike hooked me up to the machine he said, “For your medical safety and to ensure the most effective treatment, I am going to use these leather straps to secure your arms and ankles to the table. I want to ensure that you do not accidently hurt yourself by pulling off the machine. Do you understand?” I nodded. Sounded reasonable. “STOP – OH IT’S TOO MUCH!” I cried out as Dr. Mike turned up the power on the suction tube once we started. He rolled his stool over, patted my shoulder, “You’ll be just fine. I see that you are having trouble relaxing so this will help.” I then went, “OUCH, What the fuck doc?” as Dr. Mike inserted a needle into my left arm, patted the small driblet of blood, and covered it a smiley-face bandage. “Dr. Collins prepared this for you in case we needed it and I believe we do. Just a small relaxant to help your treatment.” I felt all warm, chill, a little fuzzy, but Dr. Mike was right and as I relished the soft rush flooding through me as he rolled back to the machine and cranked the knob up even more and my POZ ball milk flowed. The next couple weeks then became all about me fucking the drugged up and unconscious bottom after Dr. Mike had put the clamps on my nipples until I felt like tapping out, stumbling to the milking table – my name for it – as Dr. Mike worked the knobs to the machine that pulled and drew more POZ nutt from my balls after he had strapped me down and gave me the little shot to help me relax – which was becoming my favorite part! I didn’t know what Dr. Collins put in that little syringe, but I was eager for it and even started to ask for more each time and as a thank you I made sure to let Dr. Collins topping me off with a final load in his hole. While this was all great I started feeling just off, like I had this itch in my guts or something and it didn’t seem to go away until my visit to the doctor’s office. When I explained it to Dr. Mike he suggested we up my treatment program and I started going to his office every other evening just to get hooked up to the milking machine. Lying on the table as the machine sucked my dick and took my flow of POZ cum, feeling the warm buzz from the shots, and Dr. Mike – it was all fucking good! Well it was good until Dr. Mike decided to try to finger my ass. I was enjoying my bliss when I realized Dr. Mike had stood up. I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and I first thought he was just trying to make sure I was lined up with the hole in the table, but then he pushed a finger at my hole and tried to stick his finger in. I craned my neck and twisted my head, “NO! Don’t do that shit!” I said, “I’m a top man OK? I don’t get my ass touched.” Dr. Mike stepped back, a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled, “Of course,” he said and sat back down on his stool. What the fuck was that about I wondered. My next visit was two days later on a Friday and I was eager to get hooked up and get my shot. That itchy feeling in my guts was driving me crazy and my balls were aching and full and I needed release. Dr. Mike seemed his usual self when he opened the door. He led me to the room; I quickly got undressed as we made small talk, then Dr. Mike strapped me to the table and hooked up the machine. He came and stood at the end of the table by my head, reached underneath, released a lever and the section where my head was dropped away and I had to hold my head up as I said, “What the fuck doc? I….” Dr. Mike unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, stepped closer and said, “Open your mouth.” I shook my head, “No, no, I don’t….” He then slapped me, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! NO, DON’T SUCK IT – YET, FIRST SWALLOW.” Swallow, what did…fuck he started pissing in my throat and as he did he said, “THAT’S IT – SWALLOW MY RANK PISS. SWALLOW MY INFECTED PISS. SWALLOW MY CHEM PISS – CAN YOU TASTE IT? CAN YOU TASTE THE VIRUSES I CARRY? MY TOXIC DICK? GAG ON IT – CHOKE – DROWN YOU IN MY FUCKING PISS!” The more I choked and fought against swallowing, the more Dr. Mike – who had now become Dr. Jekyll – held my head tight and forced his piss down my throat. Much of it came right back out - onto the floor, splattered his pants, my face, but he didn’t let up and made me take what he wanted to give. Once the last drops of piss were vacated from his kidneys, Dr. Mike sighed, stepped back, casually got undressed, then said, “Oh my apologies, here is that better?” as he slid the portion of the table under my head back up so I could rest it on there once again. I sighed in relief as I thought he was going to make me suck him, so clearly what he just did was a momentary lapse. But wait, why was he naked? Dr. Mike walked over to the table, grabbed a syringe, walked back and I noticed his dick was now hard, about 9-inches, thick, and every vein was bulging out like it was on steroids. He set the syringe by my arm, checked each strap, then sat on his stool and rolled in front of the milking machine. He flipped it on and immediately I yelped as he cranked the suction up. Dr. Mike spun on his stool, “Now now. Remember – RELAX – and I think we will try a new treatment today – something a little more natural to gauge if that influences your semen output.” The orgasms started to roll over me as the suction machine tugged on my dick and exhumed the AIDS semen from my balls. I moaned, and then stopped as Dr. Mike stood up, walked over to the table, climbed up on it and lay on my back. His face was now next to mine as his hard dick pressed into my ass and his hands reached down and back to pull my cheeks apart from each side. “PAYMENT IS DUE,” Dr. Mike said, “YOU WILL NOW BE CHARGED YOUR CO-PAY FOR EVERY BOTTOM I HAVE LET YOU FUCK AND INFECT. FOR EVERY GALLON OF SPERM I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO UNLEASH. FOR EVERY DROP OF DRUGS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. I WILL FUCK YOU AND GIVE YOU MY OWN TOXIC SPERM!” I whimpered and pleaded, “No, you can’t, I’m sorry for...for whatever it is you think I…that I did. I’m sorry, just don’t, please. I’m not a bottom! I don’t get fucked! I’m a top!” Dr. Mike chuckled, his dick head nudged at my puckered ass, and he replied, “Correction – you WERE a top,” and then I screamed as he ripped my hole open with his raw dick and started to fuck me dry and hard. “YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN – IT IS IN MY HANDS NOW – AND WE WILL SEE IF YOU ARE WORTHY,” Dr. Mike growled as he took my cherry and fucked me. I was a grown fucking man and men don’t cry, but tears were liberally coming out of my eyes as I fought the pain, the confusion, the mix of feelings of what was happening versus the waves of pleasure shooting out from my dick as the machine sucked out my never-ending stream of cum. I did manage to blubber out, “But…I thought you said this was free?” Dr. Mike laughed, “NO, I SAID – AND YOU SIGNED THE FORM CONFIRMING – THERE WAS NO MONETARY PAYMENT DUE, WHICH IS VERY DIFFERENT THAN ANYTHING BEING FREE. THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY AND I BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND THIS PAYMENT FAR BETTER THAN IF I SHARED ALL THE EVIDENCE I HAVE WITH THE AUTHORITIES THAT SHOWS YOU RAPED AN UNCONSCIOUS AND ‘UNWILLING’ YOUNG MAN UNDER MY CARE, QUITE BRUTALLY MATTER OF FACT.” Dr. Mike lifted off me slightly, pulling his dick out of my ass and as I clenched my hole back tight he slammed back in and said, “EVERY MAN NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SUBMIT, TO PLEASURE ANOTHER MAN, TO TAKE WHAT IF OFFERED. THIS WILL MAKE YOU A BETTER TOP – IF YOU EVER HAVE THAT CHANCE AGAIN - AND WELL MY VENOM WILL REMAKE YOU AS I HAVE MADE OTHERS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT I HAVE UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD AND WHILE I NORMALLY DON’T FIND PLEASURE IN SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY INFECTED, I THINK WE SHALL BENEFIT EACH OTHER. NOW TAKE MY TOXIC CUM UP YOUR ASS – FEEL MY INFECTIONS INVADE YOUR BLOODSTREAM!” As Dr. Mike bred me with his load, my body exploded in the biggest orgasm I had ever had and I knew I was filling the sucking machine tube with a massive quantity of cum. I was breathing hard when Dr. Mike – now standing beside the machine, his evil deed done – inspected the volume of POZ nutt I had produced so far. He turned, smiled, “I believe we have found a better way to force your body to produce the volume of semen I believe it capable of.” He then climbed back up on the table and mounted me again. Sometime later I came to. I wasn’t on the milking table anymore. Where was I? It took me a moment to get my bearings, as my head was all addled, my thoughts mixed and jumbled, the pain in my ass incredible, my pelvic muscles sore and aching. Once I finally did I realized with shock and horror that I was still at Dr. Mike’s office, but now I was strapped to the fuck bench that the bottoms I fucked were usually tied to. I realized I was tied as well – just like them – and I also had the leather hood over my head. In addition, when I tried to cry out I couldn’t. Something large and somewhat pliable had been inserted into my mouth and tied to my head – what I would come to know later was a ball gag. I grunted, struggled, I heard a faint noise and Dr. Mike walked into view, his white lab coat on, the rest of him naked, his brutal dick still looking mean and hard. “Ah good, I see you are awake. I was concerned that maybe Dr. Collins at might have gotten the dosage just a tad off,” Dr. Mike said, “But no, I can always count on him. I can count on all of those I have made and created. Did you know that I was the first man to ever fuck him too? Of course you didn’t, but I was. Him and many many others. Like you, I need to satisfy my base urges and needs and well – tonight you have helped in a small way with that. Now where we were – ah yes, here you chart says…. One moment please.” I turned my head to see Dr. Mike leave the room and I struggled with all my might against the straps then stopped as soon as I saw him come back. He opened the folder back up, “Apologies for the interruption. Yes the chart says that when you first visited me you were NEGATIVE for other STDs. Let me just update that now to reflect syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes of the mouth, anus, and penis, and a few others. What? I see by the shaking of your head you disagree? Well in short, some of these I have given you myself, some I used swabs and vials of disease vectors etc… as the source materials, and the rest, well….You shall see.” Dr. Mike set the folder down, his cold hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed back into my torn and bloodied hole. “DO YOU FEEL THAT? DOES IT FEEL LIKE A 100 LITTLE NAILS PIERCING YOU WITH EVERY THRUST? I MUST SAY YOUR ANAL CANAL WAS MOST RESISTANT TO MY INITIAL INVASION, BUT WE HAVE RESOLVED THAT. FEEL HOW YOUR ASS RING SPLITS AND OPENS WHEN I SLAM IN? ALSO AS I EXPECTED, YOUR HYPERSPERMIA HAS ELEVATED YOUR SEMEN PRODUCTION AND I HAVE HAD TO PLACE EXTRA MEDICAL PADS BELOW YOU TO ABSORB THE COPIOUS SPERM NOW FLOWING FROM YOUR DICK EVERY TIME I ENTER YOUR ASS.” I moaned, tensed, Dr. Mike angled his dick and started to pound at one spot, “AH YES – FEEL THAT? I SPENT EXTRA TIME SCRAPING AT THAT SPOT WITH A MEDICAL INSTRUMENT – AND LET’S SEE – RGHT ABOUT – OH YES, THERE. RIGHT THERE TOO. GOOD, GOOD. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MORE DISEASE? TO ABSORB SOME MORE TOXIC CUM? TO BECOME THE CUMP DUMP THAT YOU HAD HOPED TO FIND ONE DAY? TAKE MY DEATH SENTENCE – TAKE IT – YOUR LIFE IS GONE AND YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER FILE IN MY CABINET!” A few grunts and thrusts and Dr. Mike finished depositing the latest of I had no idea then of how many loads inside me and as he sighed in satisfaction and yanked his dick out, a new voice said, “Jesus Christ your are a sick fuck just like always Dr. Mike.” I tried to turn my head to see who was speaking, but could not identify the person and knew it was not Dr. Collins. Dr. Mike chuckled, walked into my field of vision with the folder, grabbed one of his stools, sat down, rolled it closer and recited the introduction like he had made this speech often, “I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles back there has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick.” The sound of belts, buckles, and clothes being set on a metal chair touched my ears and a throaty laugh in agreement to that last statement. Dr. Mike continued, “Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved and delights in the chemical pleasures. You shall experience needles, powders, smokes, and more. I am ever amazed at the drug forms he finds and forces onto our victims. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. So, let me introduce you to Charles, your new Leather Lord and owner.” My what? What the fuck? A leather-gloved hand smacked my right ass cheek hard as a big man walked up and stood beside Dr. Mike. At that moment I could not have told you a thing about what he looked like as the only thing I noticed or could focus on was his monster horse dick that had a Prince Albert (PA) piercing through the head that looked like it was big enough to be a bracelet on a wrist. I stared as Charles spoke, “Lesson 1 – never speak unless spoken to and then only to say YES SIR or HARDER MASTER. You only got 4 words in your vocabulary now.” I could not have replied if I wanted to with the ball gag still in my mouth. Dr. Mike looked up, “Do you wish me to knock him out for his first treatment? Dr. Collins left a couple of extra doses just in case.” Charles laughed, stroked his hard dick, “No way. You know I like to hear them scream.” I shivered, my heart started to race. Dr. Mike made a note in his folder, “Oh I do, but you will have years for that. Shall we compromise? You know of course you will need to inject him before you leave - and again, my condolences on the loss of your boy Roger. Such insolence is intolerable and good that you were able to find him a new home as a castrated mare at the Breeder’s Market.” Charles spoke with a deep sadness, “Yeah, we had been together a long time, but hell, time for some new pussy to bleed and infect. I think I will call this one Roger too. Monogrammed towels and all you know – HA! You sure no one will miss him?” With the chart in hand, Dr. Mike scanned his notes, “No one at all. Lionel and his crew from the Breeder’s Market are already at his place cleaning it out and dealing with his accounts – financial, online, and otherwise. He has no immediate family and his employer has been notified of his unfortunate accidental heroin overdose and his admission into a treatment program, which sometime during the night he ran away from and no one knows where has gone. His medical team and the authorities can only assume he is in an alley someplace trying to get high and most likely has left the city.” WHAT THE FUCK – NO NO NO I TRIED TO CRY OUT – WHAT THE FUCK? A leather glove slapped my face hard, my nose started to bleed, Dr. Mike, got up grabbed his iPad off the table, sat back on the stool and rolled over closer. He smiled, tapped the iPad, swiped, and up on the screen popped – me.“….being of sound mind I consent to all treatments for my heroin addiction…..” I was confused. I didn’t remember making that, I didn’t say that! I never have done...would never have…shit! Charles had gone behind me and started eating my fucked out ass – his beard scratching my skin, his teeth sinking into my flesh, his gloved hands clawing at me. Dr. Mike put his face close to mine. Charles rose from eating me out and then rape slammed his 11-inch dick into my ass ripping me anew with his horsemeat and PA making me scream into the ball gag. Dr. Mike then said, “You really should read all the forms you sign.” (*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!) (The Breeder’s Market and Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer –story links may be found here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

Predators and prey (Part 6) Both hunks undressed and grinned at each other. “My name is Darren” said one. He was in his thirties and was quite athletic. “I am Tom” the other one replied. They were shaking hands and continued taking off their clothes. They tried to catch Michael’s attention by kicking him into his side, but the twink was somehow in a world of his own. Kneeling down Tom started slapping Mike’s face a bit, to force him back into reality. “Wake up cunt” he said. “It’s time to show you the joy of being double-fucked” Darren said and laughed evilly. Double fucked? The words lingered in his ears. His ass was on fire already and although he liked, being manhandled roughly, he felt exhausted already. “Can I go home now?” he asked instead with a tiny voice. No one replied, instead the guys started pinching his nipples. “Please…. ?” he sniffed. The guys didn’t seem to care. “You can’t go home now. We haven’t used your pussy yet and you need to be used…. you know that, right?” Michael had the feeling, he couldn’t take another cock. “What do you think? Should we sit him down onto your cock and I will force my entry from behind?” one stud asked his partner in crime. “The easiest way to go I guess. Let me lay down next to him and you help him lower himself down on my cunt basher.” the other replied. “Come on baby. Get up…. yeah…. give me your hand. We will help you…..” the blonde male told Michael who accepted the helping hand and was held up by the two fuckers. Michael stood up. It took a while, because he felt so wobbly. “Man. This guy is definitely not a virgin anymore” detected the black haired hunk. Michael was bleeding out of his cunt. The blood mixed with some cum he had already taken. Mike’s t-shirt was still nearby and so it was used to clean up his used hole. They wiped Mike’s ass with it. The student tried to step off the mattress but was held back by the two horny machos. “Where are you going Tinkerbell?” Tom chuckled. Michael was disoriented. They pulled him back while Darren was laying himself down and jacking his big cock to keep it nice and hard. He had a ten incher and he was looking forward to stick it into their little plaything. Tom turned Michael around and pushed him down onto Darren waiting spear. Michael bent his knees and straddled his legs above the raving guy. Tom continued jacking Darren’s cock and helped aiming it to the right angle to meet Mike’s well used snatch. Michael froze in place and let out a pathetic cry and his whole body shuddered. Both guys cheered while Darren entered the abused ass easily. Michael tried to defend himself and pushed away from the invading cock but Tom started increase the pressure on his shoulders and pushed him back down again. “No…. no no no no nooooo” he wailed, but both guys showed no mercy. “All the way down…. Don’t fight it cunt…. that is what you came for, now open your hole for us.” Tom whispered to Mike. The twink had not the strength to get up so fast and so his body accepted the next dick entering his ass cunt and he felt totally stuffed. Tom positioned himself behind the unaware twink. At first Michael felt only the fierce stabbing of Darren’s dick up is pussy but now it felt like something bigger was trying to gain access to his asshole. Tom’s dick was rocking hard but he had problems entering the twink’s body. He pushed his loins harder against Mike’s sphincter. Michael groaned pitfully as Tom’s cock was slowly digging into his rectum. “Relax boy…. relax your hole and let me in….” Tom demanded. But for Michael it was not possible to relax, while enduring such pain. It felt like his intestine would be ripped apart. Suddenly Mike’s head shot up and he let out a piercing scream. Tom’s cock had entered him. Holding is hands on his shoulders he pulled Mike’s body back and forced more of his cock in the 18 year old slut. “Gl glglgl gl…..” Mike blabbered unintelligible. “He is so tight” Tom moaned. Both guys started to find a steady rhythm. They did not seem to care, that Michael was probably damaged during the fuck. They simply enjoyed the tightness and the forceful act. Both guys fucked Michael as hard as they could. They wanted to double their pleasure and double his pain. While Tom was not the one who could hold back much longer, he signaled to his fuck buddy that he might shoot his load up Michael’s fuck tube. Since Darren did not complain he doubled his effort in pushing his cock almost all the way into Michael. While Tom reached his climax almost, Darren started working on Mike’s nipples. He began twisting the boy’s nipples around. He pulled and pinched them hard. Michael screamed loudly to the joy of the horny audience and cramped his ass cunt violently which gave Tom a great orgasm. Tom fired his seed into the bruised young hole. He groaned loudly and after shooting several times into Michael, he pulled his softening cock out of the violated hole. He patted softly on Michaels head, like he did a good job taking him to such a powerful climax. While getting dressed up, he high fived some guys on his way out of the booth. Darren was still enjoying the fuck while Michael still howled pitifully. Getting his nipples so bruised was extremely unpleasant for him. His body sent pain signals to his brain and while his ass was almost being ruptured, he felt like he couldn’t stand the tit torture any longer. “No more…. pleeeassseeee” he begged Darren. Darren started rabbit fuck Michael’s cunthole.. “Here it comes faggot. Take my seed…. take my toxic load you fucking whore.” He erupted into Michael’s ass and enjoyed the massage Michael’s hole was still giving him due to the tit torture, he was still receiving. Darren growled and pulled Mike down to him. The boy was glad the pinching had stopped but he felt still the slow fucking motions of the Darren’s cock, still buried inside his snatch. “You fucking whore…. stupid Bitch” he grumbled. “I'm going to see you in hell you dirty cumdump….” he whispered to Michael. Michael almost froze in place. Darren pushed the twink from his body and stood up. He snatched his pants and started dressing up while glaring at the young adolescent. Michael was almost paralyzed. He was on his back. On the dirty mattress. His legs were slightly spread and he stared at Darren with a lack of understanding. “You got what you deserved, you little punk” Darren hissed and spat onto Michael face. ‘See you in hell’, were the words that lingered in his mind…..

That Wet-Slappy-Fuck noise is Sweet !

I love it when my hole farts and "slurps" as i'm getting fucked, makes me feel like a true slut hehe. My understanding is that it's caused simply by the amount of air that enters your hole as it gets looser and sloppier. A dick thrusting in and out can kinda create a vacuum effect and force it out, I guess different positions can maximize or minimize the effect. It's just the same as how some girls have "pussy farts" when they get fucked I think...