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10 years ago So much of this story causes me personal shame. It's embarrassing. I'm currently 47 years old, but I still felt like a kid ten years ago. I was 37 and fighting some demons from childhood. I was raised in a very strict, religious household and remember rules and discipline as a way of life. I rebelled like we all do at some point. Unfortunately, I never grew out of that stage. I got stoned right before my high school graduation...and pretty much every day after that for the next three years. College was pretty much a breeze, but in my senior year, I woke up a little and shed some anger in order to get my degree. The problem is that I never got over my hate of doing stuff I didn't want to do. Sure, I got up early every morning and worked at a job -- but I never got a regular checkup with a doctor, and I never ever went to the dentist. I'd had a wisdom tooth removed when I was in my 20's. It was such a bad experience that they only did the one even though I had three more that needed taken out. I swore I'd never go back. And I didn't for over ten years. Well, you can guess what happened ... I eventually developed some major issues in my mouth. I paid for my neglect with horrible tooth pain. No amount of Advil would help. I once took shots directly from a bottle of rum to kill the pain. I woke up sick and spit blood into the bathroom sink. Not good. It was time to grow up a little and make a dental appointment. I nosed around on the computer to find dentists in my area. I came across Dr. Manning, who not only was near me, but took my insurance. He also practiced "sedation dentistry" which I'd never heard of. If you don't know it already, you can now go to a dentist and be drugged up for hours while they fix everything wrong with your death and you're not even aware of it. Sounded good to me. His picture was on the website. He was a handsome, mid-50's guy with a salt and pepper mustache. I called and made an appointment. The phone lady was very nice...and had that so soothing 'nurse voice'. I told her about my pain and she was very sympathetic, but said I'd need to come in for x-rays and consultation before any work could be done. Fine. I lived through a few more unbearable nights before the appointment. I was tense as hell and even the dental assistant noticed. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with a valium. "Dr. Manning is running late. Take this and relax a little while. I'd never had any tranquilizer before, but quickly understood why people got addicted to them. Damn.,I felt perfect and in love with the world. I dreamed for a bit. I think. A hand touched my shoulder....Dr. Manning. The lady assistant was there too. "You less nervous now? Poor kid. Linda, take his blood pressure." Then I was sorta awake as the cuff went on my arm. It had to be low now, but it wasn't....170/50. "Start him on the gas and I'll go adjust Carmen's braces." He put a hand on my chest and said "I can't do anything until you calm down. " It's impossible to 'try to relax', but as soon as I started breathing the air coming from that mask -- it felt like a piece of paper floating in the wind. There should be a better way to describe it, but that's all I could think of at the time. It had no odor that I could perceive. I could hear the dentist and his assistant talking and asking me to open wide and telling me to relax. They scraped and inspected, and I thought it was great. Fun. After they stopped the gas, I was out of my happy trance in seconds. "Well, Vince...we've got some work to do." I needed the other wisdom teeth removed, three fillings, a crown and a thorough cleaning. I was so embarrassed. "We can do almost all of it in two appointments, but you need to get the blood pressure normalized. I have a friend, an internist over at Saint Luke's who will get you in soon. Follow his instructions and then come back. I'm writing you a scrip for some strong pain pills. Don't take more than three in a 24 hour time period. We'll call you in a few weeks to see how things are going. Sheila at the front desk will be ready for you whenever you've awake enough to get up. "I just need half a minute." Dr. Manning sent his assistant to retrieve that internist's number from his office, leaving me and the doc alone. "You are way too tense. Bill can help with that too. Why are you so nervous?" "I just always feel like a tight coil inside." "Is that why you party?" "Huh?" "I could smell a little booze and pot in the air you breathed out. People always think they can brush or use mouthwash and we won't know. We always know." "You married, Dr. Manning?" I had no idea why I asked that. "I was once. Years ago. What about you?" "Nah. I am too independent to be in a union of any kind." "Yeah. That's pretty much where I'm at now. If you still feel loopy, I can give you a ride home. Sometimes the gas affects people that way." I should have taken him up on the offer, but I declined. "I'm okay now. Thanks, though." "Here..take a few of these until you get the scrip filled." He took my hand, opened it and dropped a few pink tablets into my palm. "Don't say anything. This is just between us." "Gotcha. So I call back here in a few weeks?" "Or we'll call you...or at least I will." Three weeks later, I was feeling okay. His friend had put me on some blood pressure pills and an anxiety med. Xanax became my new best friend. It was like the valium but more so. The pain pills really worked well. I checked my blood pressure every other day at Walgreen's. It was normal...almost nearly normal. I was in bed, enjoying the pills and thinking I'd call the dentist office tomorrow from work. As soon as I formed that thought, my phone rang. Oh fuck it...It was late and I was on a cloud. It stopped ringing but then started again thirty seconds later. "Hello?" "Did I wake you?" "What? Not really. Who is this?" "It's Mark. Mark Manning -- your dentist." "Oh Hi. I was going to call your office tomorrow. My blood pressure is way lower now." "Excellent! We can fix your teeth now. Schedule an appointment tomorrow morning. I assume you want to be konked out for the first round." "Oh yeah. Do I get extra gas or something?" "That...and we give you heavy-duty pills. Your insurance won't cover the gas or the meds, so it'll set you back several hundred bucks." "Mark?" "Yes?" His voice was deep and sultry. "What time is it?" "Not so late. I just wanted to check on you. I assumed you were doing well...checking your blood pressure at that pharmacy multiple times." What? How did he know? "Yeah. I don't feel as coiled now, but I sleep more than I ever did." "Good! Sleep is healing. It'll help you keep looking so young." I smiled in the darkness, and my dick shifted in my boxers. "I need to sleep now, Doc. I'll call the office in the morning." "You better...I'll keep checking. Good night, kid." Damn. He was one attentive dentist. Was his business doing bad and he needed to get more patients? No. I somehow knew what was going on. The Xanax was dragging me down into sleep. I remember in my early weed-smoking days, that I used to imagine that our reality as very layered. I'd lie in bed and go deeper through the levels. I was going way deep under the waking reality, thinking of this Dr. Manning. I called from work the next day and spoke to that pleasant front desk woman. "We've been expecting you call, Vince. Do you have a pen and paper near you? There are instructions to follow.Ready?" "Yeah." "OK. You first need to come get the sedation pills here at the office. They'll be here this afternoon. Can you come by before 6?" "I'll be there." "Good. Now, you can't drive here yourself for the appointment. Do you know someone who can bring you? We have a deal with a taxi service. Dr. Manning said he'd even drive you here himself." My friend and neighbor, Ernie was a retired man and never did anything but fuss around his garden. It was almost Winter now, so he stayed on the couch and watched "Law and Order". For hours. He was a buddy and always bringing me tomatoes and radishes. "I have somebody to drive me." "Okay. If I'm not there when you get the pills today. Just take them as directed. Do you have an Ipod or something like that? Some patients like to hear music." "Yes. I have one." "Wear loose clothing -- like sweats or something. You have to probably take two days off of work. Are you able to do that?" "Yes." I had so much vacation saved up because I never went anywhere. Or did anything. "Good enough. See you this afternoon...or Jemma will. My day is in flux because my daughter is sick." "Sorry. Hope she feels better soon." "Thanks. Have a good day." I had meetings all morning. My phone was blinking with multiple messages. You can guess who they were from. Dr. Manning himself. I knew his voice so well. "Glad you called. How's work?" beep "What time are you coming in today? I'll try to be there to say 'hi'" beep "Are you ever in your office?" beep It occurred to me that this guy was not very professional. Did I mind? Fuck no. I think he and I had something. But what? He was older and divorced and my dentist. I decided I'd go along for the ride. I picked up the little plastic package of 400 dollar pills. Mark wasn't there. The front desk lady told me he wanted to schedule me for Saturday morning. That was fine because Old Ernie got up at the crack of dawn to rake or fill his bird feeders every Saturday. The Friday evening before my appointment, Ernie called to tell me that his daughter had been in a car accident. She'd be okay, but would have to spend the next few days in the hospital. She was about 200 miles from us, and he needed to leave tonight to visit her. I ran through a list of names of people I could call to get up early on a Saturday and take me to the dentist. I hated annoying people. I'd call and schedule a taxi, but needed to find a number. Shit. People had tougher lives than me and coped somehow. I only had a short time to figure out a plan. As I started my usual period of panic, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Nervous? You need to take that yellow pill pretty soon so you can get some sleep. It's the smallest one." "Mark?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was worried about you. It will be totally fine and easy tomorrow. Take the pill now...while we're talking. You need to be rested." "Now?" "Yep. I went by your house after work today and saw your neighbor guy put suitcases in his car. Is all that all for you?" "No. His daughter was in a wreck and he had to travel. What's the name of the taxi service you office uses?" "Don't bother.U'll pick you up at 8:30. You need to take the biggest pill an hour ahead of time. So get up at 7:15 and take it. It's supposed to be cold. Wear sweats if you have them." "Thanks, Doc." "My pleasure. You took the night pill, right?" "Just now." "OK. Good. Get ready for bed...you'll be crashing soon. Are you on a cell? Can we talk while you're in bed?" "Sure. Can you hold while I get undressed and settled in?" I put the phone down and left my clothes on the floor. I went about my usual nighttime routine. I turned on the TV and muted it. I kept it on a jewelry shopping network as I fell asleep. Something about those glittering gemstones was hypnotic. I got under the covers. "Mark? You there?" "Yeah. Just listening to you. Your breathing is getting heavy -- which means you'll be sleeping soon. How do you feel?" "Wonderful. Like...just...wonderful." "That's my boy!" "How. Why? I mean..do you do this for all your patients?" "Not really, but you're a friend of mine...I make exceptions for good friends." "Oh. OK." We were friends all the sudden? GOOD friends? I guess it was true if he was saying it. "Kiddo? Are you sleeping?? What do you wear when you sleep?" "Huh? Just underwear. Why?" "Describe them a little. What color? What style?" "Yup." I felt like I was dreaming. "OK. I'll call you early to make sure you're up." "Absolutely." And then I slipped away. Dreams were waiting. I slept so well and only woke up when the phone rang. They'd call back when I got done exploring heaven. "WAKE UP!" "No! Stop! I ..." Dr. Manning was there in my bedroom, standing over me. How the fuck did he get in here?? "You need to wake up a little. We're running late, Vince. Damn! I should have factored in your pain pills and Xanax. This is my fault. Take this now and I'll give you the last one when we get there. Might as well take it with a beer. Coffee will only make you tense." It was weird to taste beer while I was still half-asleep, but whatever. He helped get me dressed -- which I'd have found really awkward if I would have been fully awake. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on a ball cap. "I'm ready." "Here's your coat...it's super cold this morning." His fancy sports car looked out of place in my crummy driveway. The air smelled like snow. "Nice car, Matt." The seat was so comfortable. He chuckled. "It's 'Mark', buddy. You want some music?" "Oh shit! I forgot my ipod." "I've got a portable CD player in the office. We really don't have time to go back now." "And my wallet. I forgot that too." "No problem. We'll send you a bill. Just don't worry anymore. You are the most person I've ever met. Now, do you want music or not?" "Yeah. Christmas music." I must have been feeling the effects because I normally hated holiday songs. This town had at least two radio stations that played only carols this time of year. Mark found one of them and festive tunes washed over us. His audio system was amazing. Maybe I nodded off a little. I just felt so, so perfect. "OK. We're not all that late. Lois is already here though." Who was talking? Oh. I woke up a little. I thought I'd forgotten my coat too, but I was wearing it. Mark helped me walk to the office building like I was feeble or something. My memory gets a little spotty from there. "So...what now?" I was in the warm waiting room, and no one else seemed to be around. "Take this. It'll be a short wait. I guess I should say "good bye" now because you won't remember much for the next five or six hours." "OK, Mom." He laughed and then left me alone. I could have dozed off right then, but I fought it. Why would I want to sleep through this perfect feeling? I made myself be aware for as I could. It's like when you reach that perfect buzz while drinking...remember what you can because you'll ultimately be sick. I was reclined in the dentist chair and Lois had the little CD player ready for me. "What kind of music do you like?" "Alternative." She stared blankly. I was unable to explain that any further. She was probably a Garth Brooks fan. A minute later she came back with an Oasis CD. "That's perfect," I said even though I'd always been lukewarm on that band. They had a few hits. So much for trying to remember everything...it was mostly a blank from then on. I remember that the music was better than any music I'd ever heard. And then...a huge blank. While I was out, three wisdom teeth were removed and a crown out in. I felt none of it. I do remember that I needed to pee really bad...and I had a stomach cramp. At some point. I was sitting on a toilet. As much as I needed to pee, I needed to poop more. My ass was sore. It was like a raw sunburn feeling. I guess all the meds were having a side effect. The process took forever. I might have been in there too long because the door opened. "You OK?" It was Mark. I pulled my shirt down a little to cover my stuff. "Yeah. Just slow." "OK. I'll be right outside if you need something." Then there was a bunch of blank space. It was sometime in the evening when I slowly came out of the haze. I was in bed. I never knew my mattress was this comfortable. I might have snoozed another hour before I returned to the world. I thought it was weird that my jaws and my mouth didn't hurt at all. My ass was still sore though. It took a confusing few seconds before I realized I was not in my own bedroom. It was a nice, spacious bedroom with fancy decor. Huh? I was suddenly sure of where I was...Dr. Manning's house. Probably. I didn't trust my brain too much right then. There were dried blood droplets in my underwear...and then I knew. I knew he'd fucked me at some point. I was no virgin. I'd been fucked by my first boyfriend/mentor. He'd been a safe sex fanatic and we used condoms always. After the first time, my ass felt a lot like it did now. The pieces were starting to come together, and I somehow didn't mind too much. Mark had taken advantage of my coma-like state and gotten his rocks off. With a condom? I doubted it. I decided to compose myself and get dressed. My folded sweats and shoes were all placed nicely in the bedroom. I was ready to see what other weird shit the day (or night) had in store. I took a breath and walked out the door. I could hear a TV and followed the sound. There was Mark, wearing only a pajama bottoms. His bare feet were propped up on top of a coffee table that probably cost as much as my car. His bare torso was covered with fur and he was smoking a joint. "Hey! Have a good nap?" "Yeah. Are we...why did you bring me here?" "I just wanted to make sure you had someone near to take care of you. How are you feeling?" "Not bad. Good, actually." I was holding my cards close to my vest. It would do me no good to start accusing him of rape. Not yet. "Well, the worst is over. Don't touch your gums. I'd offer you a hit, but you need to not suck anything for a day. The suction might open the wounds in your mouth. Wanna shotgun?" "What's that?" I knew what it was. My God, his body was so sexy. "Come sit. I'll take a hit and blow it directly into your mouth." So we did that a few times. His warm lips on mine felt so nice...and familiar somehow. He kept urging me to take more and more "shotguns". Eventually we were just kissing with no smoke involved. OK, this was happening. I was overwhelmed with a bunch of thoughts fighting each other. He pulled away and stood up. "You hungry? I made made some mashed potatoes with green onions and cream. It won't hurt your mouth to eat it." "Cool. Thanks, Mark." "I'd bring you a beer, but you can't have anything carbonated for another twelve hours. Want some wine?" "Sure. I'll have some if you do." He wasn't the only one with devious plans in his head. "Already started without you. It's almost 9 at night, Vince." "Wow." No way. I'd lost most of my Saturday. He brought me an overfull glass of red wine. "Do you remember anything that happened?" I chose my words. "I think I sort of remember Lois taking me to the bathroom." "Nope. That was me. I sent Lois home as soon as you were prepped. It was just us for three hours. I only open the office on weekends for long procedures...like yours." He put down a plate of the promised mashed potatoes. It was not bad, but my stomach fought it. I could not eat any more without gagging, so I just sipped the wine. It was probably really expensive, but I had no knowledge of wines. It was just fruity booze to me. There was a college football game on his super TV. I gave no shits about NCAA football because my college team was always awful. "Can we watch something else, Mark?" I wondered if he'd put on some gay porn. But no. He found the old version of "Little Women" on a classic movie channel. It was the black and white one with that famous actress as a younger gal. Hepburn? "They always show this around the holidays. Like this?" "Yeah. I loved the novel as a kid. I got fun of for walking around with a 'girl's book'. Can we do some more shotgunning?" "I was just about to ask you that!" He brought out a very nice bong and fired it up. "We need to go slow, Babe. This medical grade." He took a major hit and exhaled directly into my mouth. His lips...my God...I wanted to kiss him forever. "Okay. Let that sink in for a bit and watch the story." Oh fuck the March sisters -- just keep kissing me, Dr. Rapist! I nodded and finished the wine that he kept refilling. I was so wasted suddenly. We dropped all pretext and just started kissing like lovers. I let my hand rest on his crotch which was growing. I could have just laid my cards on the table...I could have just confessed that I knew what he'd done to me today. He was an enthusiastic kisser and I was rock hard in my sweats. "One more hour and then you need to rest...you've had a big day." "I don't feel sleepy at all. Well, a little bit maybe." "Yeah, but your mouth will start hurting soon. It'll wake you up in the middle of the night. Let me give you a few pills to prevent that." He got up with an obvious boner and left the room. Damn. It's like he wanted me drugged all the time. No discussion about the kissing or my hand on his dick. I'd play along...it was Saturday night after all. I think it was. I took the tablets he handed me. I couldn't help but notice how clean and well-groomed his fingers were. One of the Little Women was sick and dying. I used to know all their names. "Were those sleeping pills or pain pills?" "Both." Damn. He was going to continue this ruse with a guy who was smart enough to figure things out. Or maybe he knew that I knew. That would another level to this game we seemed to be playing. We shotgunned and drank more as I got drowsier and more into that next world he wanted me in. Right about the time I was going to ask Mark a question, I slipped away. Blackness and mist. The only thing I remember is being in that excellent bed again. I also kind of remember being naked and feeling my neck kissed, but that might have been a dream. The morning crept around his thick, luxurious drapes...and I was alone again. My butt ached again, but not as bad. It was also a little damp. He'd done it again! If only he knew how much I'd have been willing to fuck with no impairment. "Breakfast!," He called from behind the door. "Take a quick shower. I washed your sweats and left you a clean towel." I cleansed and fixed my hair up a little. He left me the washed sweats but no underwear or socks. I was a little hungover. OK...I was his plaything, but he didn't seem to realize that I was willing. No drugs needed. I would have to say something...soon. I had to work tomorrow and, while this had been adventure, it was a little tiresome to appear stupid. I guess my shoes were still by the couch, so I just went into the kitchen barefoot. He was fussing around with the stove. "Good morning." "Hello! How's the mouth?" "No pain. You're good at your job, Mark." Boy was he ever. "Aw. Thanks. Always nice to hear that. I made French toast. It's probably not going to hurt your gums now." We sat at his kitchen table and ate. My mom never made French toast, and so this was new to me. Sweeter food than I liked in the mornings, but....but Mark made it for me. I was becoming infatuated with him and his devious ways. "I'm not wearing underwear... feels odd." "I'm not either. All that is in the drier. I have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week. She's coming tomorrow morning. I'll let Rosa clean all this up." "I can't believe the whole weekend is over. They close down my office building from Christmas Eve until after New Year's. That's coming up and I can't wait." He smiled and started lighting the bong again. Dang. For a doctor, he smoked a lot of weed. "What do you do for Christmas, Vince?" "Usually go visit my parents, but I don't know if I can handle it this year. They are decent people, but so religious and nagging. My dad and I tend to argue." "Same here. Did I tell you I was raised a Mormon?" "No way." He'd lost his place in Mormon heaven a long time ago. "Yeah. I just hang out with friends on Christmas...good friends like you." Whoa. It was time to say something. Apparently this man equated drugged rape with friendship. "Mark...I need to tell you something." He leaned over and exhaled a giant weed cloud into my mouth. I kepi my mouth where it was and we passionately kissed for a full minute. "What?" "Nothing...I ...I just think I'm falling for you." I'd chickened out. "About time. I was waiting to hear that. I should tell you a few things first." Here it comes. "I've loved you from the minute you walked into my office...and I got carried away. I followed you and googled you. I know so much." "Is that it? What about admitting you raped me twice while I was drugged?" Silence hung thick in the air. He shifted and looked at the ceiling. "Three times. I fucked you three times in the past 24 hours. Are you mad?" "Let's just say I figured it out. But, why? I would have said 'yes' with no drugs involved." "It's my thing. I love fucking passed-out men. Maybe it's a self-esteem thing, but I am too awkward when the other guy is fully awake." "But you are gorgeous. You don't need to drug people. I really want to have sex with you and remember it...see things, feel things." "I know. I want to do that too...but it might take some time, okay?" My boner was completely gone. His fetish was helpless, unconscious guys. That was not a good thing any way you looked at it. "Did you at least put a condom on?" Silence. "No. That's my other thing...I like to go in bare, make my seed count. I most likely don't have anything if that's what you're worried about." "OK. I should probably go home now. I don't even know if I'm mad or not, and I need some time alone right now." He nodded and went to retrieve the rest of my clothes from the dryer. I just held the socks and underwear and stood by the front door. "Let me get some shoes and a coat. I'll be right back. The garage door is at the far left end of the kitchen." I went there and kept my expression neutral. I wanted to keep guessing what I was thinking. I could report Mark and get him arrested, but that wasn't anything I wanted to do. I could just get another dentist, but I liked him still. Still. Even after everything. Didn't we all have a weird desire or two? He was so handsome and so smart...friendly. I'd figure it out somehow. I've learned over time that the brain is more trustworthy than the heart. He drove me home. I was amazed at how such a nice neighborhood could be so close to my plain one. He had the Christmas music station on again, and it was playing probably my favorite song with my favorite verse: "...from now on, your troubles will be out of sight." "I know this probably isn't a good time, but you still need to get a few fillings. If we do it now, you can avoid getting more crowns. Just saying. If you want to go to a different dentist, I can refer you to somebody. A woman if you want." "No. It's okay. Later this week, maybe." "This week would be best. Will you call me?" "I will." We got to my place and barely said good-bye. I just needed to be in a safe place with the door locked and the blinds drawn. Ernie was still gone. The inside of my house seemed foreign, and I wished I had a dog. Or a cat. I never realized how lonely my life was. Oh well. I needed a good friend to call, but it was a weird afternoon hour on a Sunday. Everybody would be deep into football and drinking and chicken wings and talking. No thanks. I just took an extra long shower and dressed like I was ready for bed. I turned on the TV, but was careful to avoid seeing that creepy "60 Minutes" clock ticking away. I found "Scrooged" on a lame channel and watched that. It was such a mean-spirited movie, but the ending was supremely uplifting. Time for a pill. Dr. Manning had given me so many extra tranquilizers that I could afford to splurge a little now. I settled on the couch and imagined I had a big, furry cat on my lap. Of course I dozed and barely remember watching the movie. What WAS that actress's name? I used to know it. It was almost 10 PM when the phone rang. I knew who it would be. "Hello?" "Hi, Vince. How are you?" "I was just relaxing for a bit. Let me grab a diet coke...hold on. OK. What's up, Mark?" "I made some calls...I don't want to tell you too much now, but it would be good if we could do your fillings on Wednesday. And then take the rest of the day off. Maybe Thursday too. No...definitely. Can you take two days off?" "Oh sure. I've got a crazy amount of vacation time saved up." "Perfect. I've got you scheduled for 10 AM on the 14th. You don't need any pills for this. I'll give you a valium when you arrive, and have the gas and Oasis ready!" I was smiling. "Sounds great." "I won't keep you, but what's in your head right now?" "Not much right now. I do know that I want to see you again. Just please understand that I want to be with you when I'm awake." "I know. I understand. We will as soon as your appointment is over. OK?" "Great." "Get some sleep...and don't forget to tell your boss you are taking two days off. I'll remind you." I slept so soundly that night -- even though it felt like I had already slept forever. I was pretty much useless at work the next day. Between my brain fog and conflicting thoughts about this new man I loved, it was all I could do to remember to eat lunch. Tuesday was only slightly better. The night before the appointment, I took a pill and dozed off on the couch while some old movie with fake snow played. The phone rang a few times, but I knew it was Mark. Him. My man. Was it love? Maybe. I came to the dental office early. It was nice to see the waiting room full of people. I picked up a random magazine and perused it like I was interested in the material. They needed a TV here. Lois came out... "Vince? You're next. Follow me, please." I could swear she had a slight smirk on her face.I settled into that great chair and waited while she came back with a pill and the CD player. "Take this now...the doctor will be in soon." She fussed around with the tank of happy gas and then left. Lois must know what's what. Whatever...I'd just enjoy the pill and close my eyes. None of that was my problem anymore. Half dreams in shades of blue and gray. Then the mask was over my nose and the headphones were on my ears. "Ready? Just breathe for a few minutes. Oasis is waiting for you." Mark. And Lois, of course. She was right there. One of them hit the play button and cranked the volume way up. I happily opened my mouth and was ready for this. I knew he was shooting some of that numbing stuff into my gums, but it felt fine. No complaints. There was a line in one of the songs playing I'd heard before: "Slip inside the eye of your mind, Don't you know that you might find a better place to play" Nice. I'd meditate on that wisdom for a little while. I'd probably retire in twenty years or so. I would just plan on listening to music while breathing in this gas. Maybe I'd even get a dentist's chair. And live somewhere it never got cold....and have a cat. A big tabby tom. I would be fine. I stayed in that blissful place until the mask was taken off of me and the music was rudely removed from my ears. It was over. Damn. Who the hell even knew what time it was? "OK, buddy. Wake up a little and we're good to go. Lois, go get him a bottle of water, please." He stood right next to me as I opened my eyes. "Look real quick." He pulled his cock out the dress slacks he was wearing and flashed me a quick few seconds. He'd adjusted himself by the time she came back with my water. Cool. I was okay with everything. "Vince? Can you get up? We're done." "It's fine. I can just drive on top of traffic going home. Nobody else will think of it." "Uh oh. Looks like I need to drive you home. Luckily, I'm off the rest of the day.And tomorrow. I'm leaving town. Lois, I'll be in on Friday. Make sure you give Jemma that folder." We were walking out to the parking lot. "You're leaving town?" "Only metaphorically. I'm going to take you to a party now." Oh god. I was afraid he was going to take me to some bar where everybody would be drinking and talking. I didn't want that. There was his beautiful car that he helped me inside of. As I settled into the luxurious seat, it occurred to me that I had been given something stronger than just a valium. We were driving. The trees were bare. "Mark? That wasn't a regular valium you gave me, was it??" "No. But you were awake the whole time. I'm taking steps, Vince. I'm trying." "Lois knows about you?" "Shit. You are too smart, kid. She's the sister of Bill -- your doctor. He's partying with us tonight. You like him, right?" "Yeah. He seems too straight-laced to party. He's like a doctor from a Norman Rockwell painting." Mark chuckled. "This will be fun. We're both going to get what we want." We pulled into his garage and I was strangely more awake than I had been in the last ten minutes. My god - everything was so clean and organized. His life was so neat and tidy. I could hear loud music already. I was almost sure it was New Order. I had that CD. I figured it would be a bunch of people, but no. It was just Bill in his boxer shorts. He was so pale and skinny and hairless. "Hey! How's our patient?" "A little sleepy -- I'm gonna get him some coffee." "No. I'll take a beer though. Hi Doc. My blood pressure is normal now." I looked him over. He was around Mark's age and usually wore glasses. He had red hair which I'd never found attractive until just now. "Good. But you never call. Check the appointment card I gave you last time -- I wrote my home number on the back." Huh? I never even checked the back. I just wrote the date down on my calendar and threw the card away. "Sorry. I didn't know that. You have my number, though." "Definitely." Mark came back with a bottle of beer that was probably expensive. Everything about him was top shelf. "Damn, Bill. You made yourself right at home, didn't you? We're going to ease Vince into this." Ease me into what? That's when I saw the syringe on the coffee table. Fucking hell. "What's in that needle?" They were both silent. "I thought you said he'd be ready to party, Mark." "It's okay, kid. You have two doctors here. Nothing bad will happen." Dr. Bill shook his head slightly. "That wasn't what I asked." I wasn't about to shoot up drugs... "It's like a fun version of vitamin B-12." Bill had an obvious hard-on under his boxers. He was playful and devious. "Take your clothes off." I looked to Mark with questions in my eyes. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Vince. You believe me don't you?" I mostly did. I just stripped down to my underwear and waited. "Let me change the music to something a little more mellow." Bill went and adjusted the stereo. "He is like my brother and I love him, but he's a little flaky. I'll protect you." I finished the beer and relaxed on the couch. Carol King was singing about clouds in her coffee. What the hell did that mean? "Get him one more beer...I don't want him all nervous for this." "Want another one, Vince? I picked up some diet coke if you'd rather have that...I can mix some Wild Turkey in it." "Sure. Yeah." Bill was sitting next to me, really close. It's funny the weird twists and turns your life can take if you don't pay attention. My doctor and I talked about the music. He loved the 70's tunes which I did not. To me, it was rewarmed 60's until disco showed up. "Turn it down a little, ass. This is not the club." Mark gave me the coke mixed with a generous amount of whatever kind of liquor Wild Turkey was. It killed the carbonation, but I wasn't about to complain. He changed the CD and Madonna started her beautiful, slutty singing. OK. Much better. "Don't be a mom, Mark. He's an adult. Let's start this party! Who's first?" Bill was radiating a hunger. "You. You're eager and I need you to shut up a little." Mark put his hairy arm around me. I don't remember him getting stripped down to his jockey shorts. "Bitch." Bill thumped his inner arm and plunged the syringe into a vein. "See? It's easy. Doesn't even hurt." He was done. I watched his face. He looked happy and relaxed. He didn't pass out or go crazy. "Vince is next. Doctor's orders." OK. He fussed around in his duffel bag and rejoined the 'party'. It felt like Mark was holding me even closer. "It's seriously going to be fine. You'll feel much better soon." Bill sat next to me gently pulled my right arm straight out in front of me. "I am so good at finding veins. Back in college, I could practically find them with my eyes closed." And then the needle pierced my skin with almost no pain. I felt more pressure as he plunged the drug into me. I didn't even ask if it was a new needle or the same one Bill had used. I also never asked what exactly I was taking. Too late now. "How soon do I feel it?" "By the time Mark is dosed, you'll be doing real fine." "But what IS it?" "My own private mix. A little of this, a little of that. Nothing too heavy-duty." I must have missed seeing Mark shoot up because he passed and empty syringe to Bill. So we were all on drugs now. I waited. It wasn't long before I started to cough. It didn't last long, but my heart was racing. Speed? It might have been, but was like a record played at a lower speed. Bill and Mark were both fully naked now and stroking their boners. I was naked too. "Who took off my underwear?" "You did," they answered in unison. I also had an erection. Mark's cock was longer, but Bill's was fatter...the both looked beautiful and I wanted to suck them both at once. And then a dick was in my lips. The grunting voice was Bill's. "Shit! You trained him good, Mark. He's a pro. I'm gonna cum! I should have fucked you first, Vince...but...but I AHH!" A thick lotion-like fluid flooded my mouth and dripped down my throat. None of this was enough...I wanted him to shoot again. "Wow! I've been needing a blow-job like that for months." Mark impatiently prodded his naked meat into the back of my neck. I turned around and gratefully took his shaft all the way. I might have gagged a little, but there was no way I'd let that stop me. I let my fingers wander up and down his furry ass as it thrust. I was born to do this very thing. "Stop. I need to pee really bad. We can continue in a little bit. You probably need something to drink. Want another special coke? I'll get it." I never got a chance to tell him I'd drink his pee too. I really would have. He walked away, with his hard dick bobbing up and down like a toy. The music was something different now. I didn't recognize it, but like it. Mark came back with my "special" coke, and then padded away to use the bathroom. It occurred to me that he might have mixed something else besides booze in it. No worries. "Hey. Take this -- it'll help prolong the fun." He handed me a tiny white pill and I swallowed it with no hesitation. And then he kissed me quickly. "If it doesn't work out with the dentist, you can give me a shot." I wanted to give the whole world a shot right then. I wanted cocks and cum and everything. I wanted the fun to continue, but tried to keep cool. I'd never been so horny in my life. "You leveling off a little, Vince?" He stretched out and I took careful note of how long and lean his legs were. And hairy! Whatever I was on, I followed my instincts with no question. I was sucking on Mark's fat toes before I knew it. He curled and uncurled them while they were in my mouth. "Wow. That feels nice." "You lucky bastard. He's into feet. I haven't had mine touched since I dated Dennis. You got yourself a keeper, buddy." I took the hint and worked on Bill's feet next. I never imagined I'd be doing such things, but I'd lost control. They both had straining hard-ons at that point. "Let's fuck him. He's super horny." Mark took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "Are you ready? Can you think now? Bill, you didn't give him anything else, did you? His pupils are super big." "No. I swear." (lie) The next thing I remember was lying in Mark's great bed with nakedness all around me. Arms, legs, hands. My legs were straight up in the air and a pillow was under my ass. Bill's not-quite handsome face was directly over mine. "So I hear your ass is pretty tight. Don't relax too much...I want to drill you so deeply. Like the idea?" I liked anything and everything right then. I wondered if Mark was watching this and having second thoughts about me. I guess I was cheating on him already. I worried up until the point the doctor's dick went directly inside of me. There was an explosion of pain and surreal pleasure. I might have made a noise...no idea. I imagined his dick as a red-hot iron pole poking my guts and destroying everything it touched. He was relentless with the pounding. "Yeah. You are exactly as promised, Vince. Almost time for your reward...it's ...oh shit...TAKE IT!" He came and I could feel the heartbeat in his penis. The deed was done. 'Dammit, Bill. You gave him something. His breathing is way too slow. Vince?" "Just a little party favor. Nothing too strong." "Get out! I'm going to refer him to another doctor...you can't be trusted. Take your shit and leave." There was movement and cussing and arguing. I was alone in bed and thinking this was all my fault. It was fun, and I messed it up. Mark came in and turned on a bright light."Look at me." I thought he was going to yell at me now. "Just give me a minute...I need to sleep now." "OK. Good idea. I'm going to watch you for awhile. Turn on your right side and breathe...deep as you can." So I did. At some point, the room got darker. I was keenly aware that I was being watched, but the dreams came on anyway. Boring dreams of nothing special. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was all by myself in the big bed. I scanned the shameful memories and cringed. The clothes I was wearing the previous day were right there for me to slip into. I felt so guilty of so many things. I went to the bathroom. I needed to face the Mark Music now. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Good morning, cutie!" He was in a bathrobe and didn't seem mad at all. "I'm so sorry. I think we overdid it just a little. Or a lot." "No. I'm sorry you had to see me with Bill. I wanted to be with you instead...I just..." "Shhh. Don't think about him. He's on my shit list. Let's eat and then we can do whatever you want. No drugs." We ate and and then stepped outside briefly because I wanted fresh oxygen. I was mostly myself as we had sex in his bed. He was tender but passionate. It didn't take him long to cum the first time. Or the second time. We made love most of the day. He'd given me what I'd wanted. At last.

2 Last night First, a regular came over, started out on the couch, making out, then to the bedroom. He fucked me so good in several different positions, has such a nice cock, but, ultimately wasn't cumming but was rock hard, so, ass to mouth, tasted so good, and sucked him till he was begging to feed me his cum! Swallowed a very nice sweet load from him! Well after he left, I was still so so horny and wanted to get fucked again, when a somewhat regular married guy texts me, asking if I am horny. Nice guy, nice cock, but almost always demands condoms, so I usually avoid him. Well, figured wth, and he is over in about 20 min. Start out on my knees sucking his cock, already hard. I was trying to get him to cum in my mouth as I preferred that to being fucked with a condom which he set on the end table. Eventually he sat on the couch and I carried on sucking his cock, bring him so close, when he lifts me up and says he wants to fuck me. Slips the condom on quickly, (damn), and I sit in his lap with his cock sliding right in, and I bounced up and down on his lap, my cock slapping off his belly. It did feel good, condom or not and I knew he was close, when he mumbled something which I thought was he was ready to cum and I just nodded, and said yes. Well, to my pleasure, he lifts me up, pulls out, rips the condom off, and pushes his bare cock right back in! Wow! Yes! Now he was fucking me like crazy, ramming that cock up in me! Soon enough he started grunting, swearing, and cumming deep in my ass! Fuck yes! Stayed deep until all of his cum was sure to be drained, then slipped off, got down to slowly suck his cock clean! Could taste the cum coating his cock, so good! Well, that was a nice surprise Definitely will have to have him back sooner next time!

Have you ever had a glory hole wall experience at a sex club? Either as the cocksucker or cocksuckee? While I have sucked a cock through a glory hole before, it was not until recently that I experienced a glory hole wall. This sex club had a pretty cool set up. For those who wanted to suck cock, you walked down these steps and there was a row of 12 glory holes. The set up allowed both the person getting sucked and the cocksucker to both be standing up. It was kind of funny because at one point there was about 15 cocksuckers mingling in the lower lever and only 12 glory holes. When a cock would slide through a hole, there some times was a bit of pushing and shoving going on to see who got the cock. I thought it was kind of hot when there were several guys standing at the glory holes getting sucked and they would be talking to each other. Sometimes just guys talking about football or their weekend while a mouth was sliding up and down each of their cocks. When a hole became free, I moved in front of it and looked through. I prefer to see the guy I am sucking. This really hot young white guy came into the room to be sucked. At the time, there were four glory holes vacant with four willing cocksuckers. It was kind of funny because I keep thinking, pick my hole, pick my hole. Not knowing who was behind any of the glory holes, he just walked up to mine, pulled out his cock and slide it into my waiting mouth. The cock was huge and already stiff. I felt like I had won a prize at a carnival. I sucked him for quite a while and he started pushing that cock deep down my throat. His cock eventually swelled up and he shot a huge pulsing load into my mouth and down my throat. He then backed up, put his cock away and walked off. Both of us very satisfied. So what was your experience like as either the cocksucker or cocksuckee at a glory hole wall?

I find the best ones are like the one marktulley2000 described. Cocksuckers at ground level and cocks on a ramp that elevates them. This way everyone can stand. Last one I frequented was at Steamworks. I started sucking off a hot daddy type with a big cock, and then his friend got excited and wanted to join in. They took turns using my throat and at some point the friend went away...maybe feeling left out I thought. I went back to work sucking the daddy and next thing I knew there was a dick between my cheeks. Turns out the friend had come down to my level to fuck me while the daddy watched. He kept pumping in and out while holding my head down on that fat daddy dick till they both came. And I'd thought glory holes were boring...

Remember, this story is fictional. The expected text message arrived. “Embassy Suites, room 505 in 30 minutes.” It was time for me to get pozzed. I had met the breeder on BZ. He was a traveling business man and I knew he eventually would be back in my city. We had chatted for weeks about how my no-kidding pozzing would go down. He had told me three days ago to be ready this afternoon. He would text as soon as he was in his hotel and ready. I had been waiting for the text. I was squeaky clean inside in preparation for the breeding that was to come. His VL was 500,000 and for some reason he had taken a special interest in converting my negative bottom. We had discussed and agreed on the way everything was going to happen. It was going to be a business-like breeding. As I drove to the hotel, I reflected on all of his instructions to ensure I followed through on everything. I had remembered my toothbrush and it was dry with stiff bristles. He was going to tear up my bottom really good to ensure my hole was ready to receive his gift. “Wet bristles are not as stiff” he had told me. I texted, “I’m here, coming up.” as I entered the lobby. I realized there was no backing out. I was a little nervous realizing that the next time I was in this lobby that I would be almost definitely poz and the years long chase would be over. I smiled at that prospect as I was anxious to transform from a chaser to a gifter. I was dripping pre-cum as I entered the elevator. I wondered, “Am I crazy, what am I doing walking on my own to willingly take something into my body that will, in time, kill me?” But I was true chaser and that was exactly what I wanted. I got off at the 5th floor and quickly found the door, which was ajar as I had been told that it would be. My instructions were to enter the room, lock the door and strip naked leaving everything, except the toothbrush, by the door. For that reason I was commando, just shorts, a shirt and sandals. I wanted no delay getting out of my clothes. I knew that he would be watching from the darkened bathroom. I took a deep breath and entered. It was a two room suite with the bathroom in the middle. The room was dark with only a small nightlight on so that I could navigate. As soon as I was naked, I picked up the toothbrush and walked past the bath where I could almost make out his form and straight to the bed as I had been instructed. I placed the toothbrush next to me and got ass up, head down on the bed. He finally spoke, “Well done. I can tell that you are ready,” he was naked and erect as he walked out of the bath and picked the toothbrush up from the bed. He surprised me be planting his tongue between my ass lips and rimming me deeply for a few minutes. It felt great and relaxed me. A good rimming always makes me horny. He was also checking for signs of lube. His instructions had been clear—no lube. His entry into my hole was going be hard and violent; no lube was allowed. After a while, he stopped rimming and I felt the stiff toothbrush pass through into my hole. He was turning and brushing firmly but not roughly. I had been brushed before on many occasions, but this was the most thorough. He worked over my prostrate with the brush and I started to enjoy the experience, dripping copious pre-cum onto the pre-positioned towel. He pulled the brush out and flipped on a light so he could examine it—it wasn’t bloody enough so he stuck it back in and worked my innards over harder. After a few more minutes he pulled it out and was happy with the result. He announced, “You are ready to receive my seed.” Setting the toothbrush aside, he stood behind me and reached around grabbing my nipples and giving them a vicious twist. I loved it and almost blew my pent-up neg load right there. “I am going to fill you with my toxic AIDS cum,” he said. “There is no escaping it once the head of my cock passes into your hole you are committed and will take my high VL load deep inside of you and you will become HIV positive and likely develop AIDS in a couple of years.” After he said that he spit on my hole and began rubbing his cock into me slowly. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Do your worst,” I responded. “I intend to. My cock is the instrument of your death. I am going to free you from your current existence and fill you with disease and death,” he responded. I felt the tip of his well proportioned, about 8 inches cut, cock take up an offensive position on my hole. I knew it was going to happen soon. “Last chance to change your mind. You know what is coming next,” he whispered almost hoping that I wouldn’t hear it. I remained silent. He was still for about 30 seconds until I said, “OK.” With that, he reached around me and drove his steel-hard toxic dick into me not stopping until he was balls deep. I screamed in agony as I felt both sphincters being torn apart by the thrust. I could tell that I was bleeding as he pulled back and slowly began to abuse my insides with his cock. I began adjusting to the cock of death that was inside of me and his hardness soon began to make my prostate sing in ecstasy. The fucking continued and every so often a vicious thrust would be included to continue to wreck my hole and ensure the it was properly prepared to receive his seed. My own cock was getting hard and soon I exploded in what was likely to be my last neg load onto the towel below me. Looking down I could see spots of blood from my bottom staining the hotel-white towel beneath me. He reached around and grabbed my nipples twisting them until I felt as if he would tear them off. He stopped and withdrew his cock from my abused bottom. “Turn over on your back, I want to look into your eyes when I poz your ass,” he barked at me. I did as I was told and spread my legs. He twisted my nipples again and I looked at his blood covered cock as he drove it mercilessly again deep into me. I cried out again in pain and he smiled. Looking into his face I could tell he was enjoying this a lot more than I was. But, strangely, the pain from each slam of his cock into me reminded me that that I was getting what I wanted. Having made me cum so quickly meant that the rest of the breeding would be more painful and less sexual for me—another cruel trick. I felt his cock grow larger, and I knew from experience that he was getting close. His thrusts became more regular and intense and his breathing changed. The larger cock tore open more of my innards—it hurt a lot again. And then he smiled—looked me straight into the eyes and drove his cock balls deep. I felt the first pulse of cum being delivered as he said, “You faggot, I am pozzing your neg ass and you are going pay for this with your life. I hope it is everything that you wanted.” He drove his cock deeper than I thought possible to ensure every drop of AIDS-laced cum was delivered deep into my bottom. After he was done delivering the load, he resumed fucking me to “work it into my ass.” I was in agony by this point and he smiled evilly. He fucked me for about another 10 minutes that seemed like an eternity and then pulled out. “Clean my cock,” he demanded. I was almost revolted as I saw the blood and cum streaked now softening cock presented to me. I could taste my blood as I sucked his cock clean. I figured I was a bloody mess as well. Once he was satisfied with my work he told me to go rinse the blood off my bottom in the shower. He had delivered his poison-filled load so deeply into me that there was no chance of any leaking out. While I rinsed he finished wiping off his cock with a wash cloth. The next part of the breeding was about to begin. I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He was still naked, but had a needle ready. We were going to blood slam to ensure that the breeding was successful. We went back to the bed and he stuck the needle into a vein at the base of his cock and withdrew a couple cc’s of blood. He put a tourniquet around my arm to make a vein pop and I nodded which gave him all of the permission he needed to stick the needle into me, withdraw a few cc’s of my blood to mix and then inject the contents of the syringe into me. We were done. I was fucked and slammed. He made it clear that I was to leave and I dressed quickly and departed. Riding down on the elevator I realized that everything took about 30 minutes. I was hurt, sore, bloodied and incredibly happy all at the same time. I realized, as I opened the door to my car, that in 30 minutes I had gone from neg to poz.

first one is my favorite... HIV !

More a question of how many times you can pass it on without being labelled a slut!!!!!

I did it right, first one was HIV

makes me wanna go to the dentist hehe

God ain't that the truth! I'd ENJOY being either!!!

Very hot!!! Id love to be the patient.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Whored one of my twink bottoms out last spring and had a young 20-something come add a load to him. His profile said he was vers and I remember watching him breed the cumdump thinking that I wanted to add my nut to that boy someday. I saw him on BBRT and Grindr after the whore session and hit him up. He said he appreciated the compliments but he usually wasn't into older guys like me. I was bummed, but understood. So last night I was on Grindr and saw his profile had changed.... now he had a down arrow next to a pig face. His profile said something about "looking for loads." Ah - the boy had turned into a cumdump. I was excited and hit him up. He replied too late in the night for me to take action. But tonight he hit me up again! This time I was ready to breed him. He already had one load in him and had another enroute. I was going to be the "middle load." I found him blindfolded and ass up. His ass was just as beautiful as I remembered. I ate his hole then slid in and gave him my load within 5 minutes. He was appreciative and the sent me a pic of the cock that followed mine. Yeah, he's going to bed a happy pig.... that next cock was HUGE. Hope to breed him many times in the future!

**Fictional story, first time giving this a go** PART SEVEN I put back on my jock and t-shirt and went down to open the door for guy 5. This beast of a man was there in our porch; so well built, very large shoulders, standing over 6"6 at least and carrying a body of what looked like pure muscle. "Hows it going fella, you got a twink waiting for me" as he grabbed his crotch. I was a little taken aback, his size was unreal, he had a very soft spoken yet powerful voice and a beautifully kept black beard. "Come on up bud, he's ready, willing and able" I said as I walked up the stairs ahead of him, he was taking his jacket off and by the time we reached the bedroom his top was off to reveal his stunning upper hairy body and covered in tattoos "He's all yours" I stood back and said I'd watch for a few minutes, Lucas didn't know who was in the room and had assumed the position, ass in the air, blindfold on and was huffing a fresh bottle of poppers that I left for him. Guy 5 dropped his jeans, he was going commando and out flopped a large thick cut cock, flaccid it was measuring I estimate at 6 inches... He got to his knees and went for Lucas' wet cum filled hole, he licked the cum that was leaking out of my boyfriends hole and sniffed and inhaled the other mens sent. It clearly turned him on as he played with his now large erect cock, standing up I could see it had grown another 2 or more inches, I honestly had never seen anything like it before; I've seen large cock online and in person, I'm well endowed myself but nothing like this guy was packing. Guy 5 teased Lucas' hole with his fuckrod and instructed him to take a couple of deep hits, he lubed himself up, applying generous amounts onto himself but not going into Lucas. Part of me wanted to step forward and warn Lucas what was about to happen but the devil inside me said to stay back and let nature take it's course. Lucas was going to know about it very shortly. Guy 5 was breathing heavily now, he had produced his own bottle of poppers and was starting to rub his cock up and down Lucas' crack, pulling his foreskin back revealing his large thick mushroom cock head, he then grabbed Lucas by the hips and pushed. "Oh fuck that's big, Jesus that's stretching my cunt" Lucas yelled out "Well take some more poppers, I ain't gonna stop boy" he said and slowly continued to move forward. Lucas scrambled to open the popper bottle while all the time moaning and wriggling trying to get himself more comfortable as this 8" thick piece of man meat forced it's way into him; with the fucking he had already gotten, with the loads he had taken he still was in difficulty taking this guy. "Popper up some more babe, you're gonna need it" I said as I watched from the side of the bed, there was no way I was standing back any longer when I had a front row seat to what was going on. Guy 5 smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up as he reached around and started stroking Lucas cock. Lucas had stopped crying out and was clearly enjoying the unbelievable stretching his boicunt was taking, this was going to take some beating I thought to myself as I leaned in and saw Guy 5 go balls deep in my boyfriend. Lucas was now dangerously high and huffing on poppers to save his life but he need the relief they brought, Guy 5 was now fucking him more intensely and had picked up the pace and had built up some steam. Lucas cried out "Oh fuck yeah, breed me sir, empty those massive balls" He was wanking himself off hard now too, he was in heaven. Guy 5 started to moan louder and louder now, his eyes were closed and it looked incredible with his big frame, his lovely hairy torso, towering over my twink boyfriend who was completely hairless since the night before. Then he started to slam Lucas, he bellowed out like a wild animal "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh yeah kid, take that load, take it, take it, it's been almost a week, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yes" "Oh fuck I can feel it hitting my gut, oh wow" Lucas shouted as I shot my load too but all over Lucas' back. I had gotten so caught up watching this man breed my boyfriend I hadn't realised I was even wanking off and standing over Lucas watching his ass take this guys cock. "Holy fuck dude, that was something else" I said He smiled and said "You're one lucky man to have a twink like this at your disposal, his ass feels so good" he slowly started to withdraw from Lucas which caused Lucas to yell out some more "Oh god, take it out" he cried, as he did the plop sound was unreal as he finally took his cock from Lucas' hole. I went around and could see Lucas was still very gaped, it was going to take him a while to close back up. I could do nothing but laugh as Lucas collapsed on the bed and just lay there laughing and saying how empty he felt. Guy 5 was great to chat with, he got dressed, packed his monster cock back into his jeans and asked could be have a glass of water. We went down to the kitchen leaving Lucas catching his breath and letting his hole close back up. We made small talk and I learned his name was Dan, he was visiting from another county and was going to be here on a regular basis with work, we even exchanged phone numbers, this was a guy I needed to stay in touch with. We were gonna have fun some night, we agreed I should host a twink party some night and the two of us would head into the city, get drunk and high and come back and have our way with whatever amount of twinks had decided to stay over. That was for another time though. He left in great form, shouting up the stairs to Lucas "Cheers bitch, love that ass, we'll do it again" turned to me, winked and said "talk soon bud"

About 3 weeks ago or so I hooked up with 2 guys who were having a party. I was the bottom and after a good hard pounding I got a nice load of cum in my ass.

Paid a visit to Club 80 in Melb last night and it went off, one of those nights when the stars align. Started in a small open room and ended up being bent over and tag fucked by 4 or 5 guys, not sure if I got 2 or 3 loads, there. so hot being bent over and as soon as one pulled out, another pushed in. After 30mins or so, a semi reg that's fucked me there a few times with a nice big, fat cock took me to a room, stripped me off and had his way with me, sadly he didn't blow, still to take his cum, no matter that it's the 4th or 5th time he's fucked me. He did suck all the cum out of my hole between fucks though :-). Next I saw a hot latin guy in speedos, in a sling room about to fuck some lucky guy in the sling, so I got my cock out to jerk and watch, a bit of a crowd gathered, after 5mins or so I got a shot at the sling guys hole, then the latin guy slipped his cock up my hole. He didn't stay long then another older guy slipped his cock up me as I fucked sling guy. Left there after 10 mins or so and ran into latin guy again, ended up in a room with him, stripped naked and ate his hole, then got to fuck him. Ended up doggy and dumped up his hot sweet smooth cunt, then he said he wanted to fuck me again so I let him, didn't blow though. Wandered around a bit, then ended up in the basement, latin guy, a sexy indian guy ( I think he was Indian ) and a sexy bear were going at it on a public fuck bed, watched for a bit then fucked the bear. Left them to it after a bit and ended up in a dark corner, bent over, pants down and taking some total strangers cock. then an older guy fucked me, asked if I wanted his cum... well yes!!! said he'd hunt me down when he was ready to blow. Found the bear and other two hotties going at it in a sling room. Indian fucked latin, I fucked bear in the sling, then had indian fuck me some. the old guy ran into me and said was I ready, so stripped off in a room for him to use me and he pumped about 4 loads up my hole, last load he jerked off onto my hole. Who knew a guy could blow so much in a short space of time?? Left it at that and headed home, spent, used and very fucking happy.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Ever have one of those nights where you just aren't sure how many loads you took? That was me last night. I only slid into one ass at Slammer but he didn't make me cum. I did take 4 cocks throughout the night, two of which I believe nutted in my ass, but I'm not certain. One did for sure (I have the evidence) and up to all 4 did, but I'm guessing it's more likely 1 or 2 that came in me. Anyways, better one nut than none, right?

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.

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

I can't for the life of me remember where this took place. Sooo many nights of taking anonymous loads they tend to run together but this night was memorable for a couple of reasons. I went to the bathhouse for my usual night of whoring out my hole to any hard cock in the mood to fuck a load into me. This night I was in the mood to just lie in my room ass up and lubed and wait to see if I had any takers. Not sure how long I had to wait but eventually I found a hand snaking up my leg and a finger checking out my greased up hole. Once he discovered I was ready to go he wasted no time in climbing on top and pushing his fat cock up my ass. As usual I took a big hit of poppers to ease his entry. He had a thick cock but not too long and not so thick I could not handle it. I have a hard time with really long dicks but loooove the thick ones. He pounded away a minute and then stopped and twisted around with his cock still buried in my ass. What the hell was he doing? Then he sat up and preceded to tie my hands together. This just got very interesting. It was only later after our encounter that I realized he had reached down to pick up one of my socks. He went back to fucking me. Of course now I had no access to my poppers and I had to beg him to popper me up. He loved that. God I felt like an asshole trying to get him to give me a whiff of the good stuff. By then I was hooked on his cock and very turned on by the situation. I did not want him to leave so I went along with what he wanted which was me begging for his cock and the poppers. If I was not vocal enough he would stick his fingers in my mouth and pry my jaw wide open. Eventually he pulled a sock off his own foot and shoved it in my mouth and with his other sock tied it around my mouth and head as a gag. Where the hell was this going? A moment later I found out when he opened the door and invited anybody passing by the door to fuck me. I got a good look at him then. He a well built Asian guy probably in his late 40's or early 50's. Of course I had no problem with that. I was all for it. My own cock got even harder. The first guy he hooked was this nasty looking thug with a huge cock. I suddenly got worried. He crammed it up my ass without too much trouble but like I said the long ones tear me up and this was no exception. Its that second ring thing. Mine does not open up without extensive snorting of the poppers and I was not getting any. He pounded away with the encouragement of the Asian guy while I thrashed and bucked and complained as much as possible in my condition. He was a big guy so I was pretty much pinned to the mattress. He suggested to the Asian that I was not enjoying the fucking. He actually sounded concerned. The Asian pointed to the poppers. The bottle was duly opened and placed under my nose. I expelled as much breath as possible and then inhaled as much as I could. The thug took a hit and then proceeded to fuck the holy hell out of me. The poppers did their magic and I felt great giving myself up to the beast pounded his raw cock into me. I was totally relaxed and able to take his fucking. When he came I just melted it felt so good. Of course the next top was already lined up to mount my ass and get going. The Asian guy was a contradiction. He encouraged the tops to fuck me as brutally as possible, "tear up that ass", kind of talk but he always had them feed me poppers. In fact forced me even when I did not want any more. I was so buzzed I was not sure what was up or down. So not too sure how many guys fucked me during that session. The Asian guy would fuck me every other top or so. My guess would be that he got about a dozen guys to stop in my room and pound out a load. By the end I was a mess. He shut the door to drop his load whispering in my ear how hot it had been to watch me take load after load from anybody he let into the room. I concur, that was really hot. He shot his wad, yanked his socks off my face and departed leaving the door behind him open and me to get out of the socks he had tied around my wrists and ankles. I have to say that was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. I would love to repeat it. Hey anonymous Asian guy, you rock! Thanks for the loads.

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

It was one of those nights when you just have to get online and get your dick in a hole. You know the ones I'm talking about. The cum is boiling in your nuts, waiting for release after a few days. I had a four-day load to deliver. I found my target on A4A. At 22, he was just a year younger than me. I unlocked. He unlocked. Cute little blond guy, nice muscley ass, trimmed pubes, blue eyes. Perfect. I didn't point out to him that my profile said "Anything Goes." He didn't ask about HIV. He just wanted fucked, and I had the 7.5 uncut inches he wanted. I had found out a few weeks ago after a year of fucking around bareback as a bottom. Viral load was high as shit. I knew I wanted to infect the little guy, but would let him decide. I got to his place and in no time we were naked on the futon in his living room. He slobbered all over my dick, I ate his ass. He was moaning and I knew it was my chance. With his hole nice and wet and my cock dripping precum like a motherfucker, I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. "You clean?" he asked. "Just showered before I came" I said, laughing to get him at ease. I just pushed with my cock, and he willingly offered his hole. "Just don't cum in me" he said. I didn't say anything, and just pressed on in. His tight little neg hole wrapped around my dick like a warm glove, and I started to go to town. I rammed in hard, making sure it was rough so he'd tear a little and his blood would accept the precum. He cried out in pain, but I wasn't in the mood for mercy and he didn't want it anyway. He wanted my "clean" dick up his ass, raw. Stupid, reckless bitch never even mentioned condoms. I started pistoning his little neg fuckhole with my thick, uncut dick. He moaned and met each thrust by pushing back with his hungry hole. He'd make a good little poz bitch. "You like my big raw dick up your ass, slut?" "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Just don't cum in me." I didn't say a word. I just kept fucking the poor little guy as hard as I could. I was sweating all over, and my precum was lubing his hot little hole real good. It made me even harder to know that the precum I was oozing into him with each thrust was already feeding millions of virus cells into his gut. I flipped him over onto his stomach and started driving deep against his prostate. He kept groaning and saying "fuck yeah!" Finally I knew I was ready to infect my first bottom, just like I had been infected. Each time my balls slapped against his ass, the tingle grew stronger. I knew I couldn't hold back long. He sensed I was close and said, "Don't cum in me." I responded by slamming in as hard as I could a few times. "FUCK!" he shouted. "FUCK ME! YEAH!" I went back to rough fucking the shit out of him, and after a minute or so it was time. I started panting, "oh yeah, oh yeah." "Don't cum in me" he repeated. "Shut up" -- I just said it, and I knew he wanted my "neg" load. "Here it cums" I said. I felt it boil up inside my balls, my gut, and out through my dick. "FUCK YEAH!" I let it go, and started shooting four days worth of cum up his hole. I felt my cock swell as it started to pump billions of virus cells into him. Squirt after squirt went into him, spraying cum against the inside of his damaged, bleeding ass. I couldn't stop cumming, thinking of how I was infecting him right then and there. Finally I fell on top of him, my cock still hard and oozing the rest of my toxic cream into him. I just laid there on him, giving him time to absorb his gift. Eventually I went soft and fell out of his ass, but I made sure to use my fingers to shove any cum that came out back into him. I wanted to make sure that the virus got into his blood like it was supposed to. We fucked four more times that night, each time with him begging for the cum he had asked me not to fill him with. Finally I got in my car to go home. I felt a second of regret, but right away I knew that was stupid. The reckless little bitch got what he deserved. He could have asked for a condom. Instead he got huge amounts of HIV-laced semen shot into him. He pozzed himself and I just happened to be the lucky guy who got to feed it to him. I went home, got on A4A, changed to "safe only," and waited for more reckless stupid bitches to not ask for a condom and let my cum knock them up.

Hot little cunt. Sorted where to stay yet? You should check out the Vault near Warren Street, Chariots Vauxhall (sauna, but check best time to make it worthwhile), for starters. If you post on BBRT too, you should get plenty of offers to breed you.

Sometimes I find the "cum on the hole and push it in with more fucking" thing really sexy, but it's definitely not my preference. When I'm watching porn I'm imagining what it feels like, and I know I prefer my top to cum deep inside me, so it's always better to see that kind of action on screen. Even better if he pulls out and his cum leaks out afterward.

Was in the Fort twice. Most decadent place I have ever fucked in I think.

my favorite part of the story. I would have loved to have taken his last load and REALLY would have like to have his dead aids dick in me. For as long as it would stay there. Make out with him...

No worries about knocking us up either. But that wouldn't be for lack of trying.

Currently at the local adult video store so far I've been fucked raw, my ass fingered roughly and gagged down some cum.

Once a fuckhole bends over and takes a hard cock up his cunt, he gives up control until the top is done. Full stop.

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/it-s-been-a-while-since-i-ve-visited-part-one-32568602

This is a fantastic storyline

palm springs leather prided and CCBC were amazing. all told i had 51 different sex partners and was bred 57 times and fisted nine times. even now my hole is still loose and sloppy...bringing my 2017 total: 404 sex partners (including some pre palm springs clients and hookups) to 444 breedings. so close to my 500 partner brreding goal for the year!!

Part 21 A couple days after the twins audition with Steve he got a call from an elated Charlie's father . It seemed that Bam Bam did the deed and his boy was sick from the fuck flu. According;y Steve was owed the balance for the pozzing. What wasn't expected was an offer to pay double if Bam Bam would return to fuck his son all through his fuck flu. Steve knew Bam Bam was available and offered reinforcements in the way of Robbie and the twins (who had yet to convert but could lend a hand in gang banging his son. A price was agreed upon and the four were on their way. When Bam Bam entered Charlie's room, his presence seemed to lift the sick boy's spirits a little. Bam Bam was shortly followed by Robbie and the twins. Bam Bam went over and gave the sick boy a kiss as the other three began to strip. Bam Bam spoke to Charlie after the kiss stopped telling him, "I heard you weren't feeling that great so I brought you some company. We're going to make you feel much better." As that was said he produced a prepared rig (a prepared with a big fat dose and Tina). Charlie was told that this was something special that would 'brighten his day' as a tourniquet was placed on his right arm, a quick wipe of the alcohol pad followed by an expert stick with the needle before charlie could say a word the tourniquet was removed and he was coughing up a storm Robbie and the twins quickly surrounded Charlie as he rode the rush he didn't fight as the three quickly removed what little Charlie was wearing in bed. A now naked Bam Bam joined them as the three took turns fucking the sero converting 18 year old over the the two days. The first day Charlie was finally over his fuck flu his father took him to get am HIV test which, as expected, came back positive. On the drive home his father then told him what a worthless faggot whore he had become and that he was going to pay him back for disappointing him. Charlie's father grabbed him by the neck as soon as they walked through the door of the house. He dragged him into the master bedroom where he threw his son on the bed telling him to "STRIP!" A scared Charlie hesitated for a second only to get a quick back hand from his father and again the command, "STRIP!" This time Charlie quickly removed his clothes as he watched his father getting naked with him. His father pulled out a syringes filled with a clear liquid. He pounced on top of his son with the rig and his belt in hand. Pinning Charlie to the bed he quickly pulled the belt tight on Charlie's arm as he began to explain, "You're going to learn to enjoy slamming Tina and whoring out for your dear old dad" as he slid the needle home before quickly emptying the contents. He didn't even wait for Charlie to stop coughing as he rammed his 8" dripping cock balls deep into his rushing boy and began his brutal fuck. After that point Charlie would be slammed and fucked by his father or anyone who paid his father for his ass to fuck,

There is nothing like seeing your brother getting out of bed after spending the night getting fuck by my Bf & I. He is becoming a real Slut who craves getting his hole fuck.

CHAPTER SIX The funny thing is that I got the feeling that he felt something too. Maybe it was too soon to discuss it, so we didn’t. We spent the entire day in bed that Saturday. After he’d gone in for his morning piss, I ducked in and as subtly as possible did a clean-out. I knew that he was desperate to get off again, and also that he wanted to try some new things. Now is the time to get that dick up my pig hole. When I returned to the bed, he was laying back, looking completely relaxed, but then frowned when he saw me. “You were in there a while. Everything okay? I heard a lot of splashing.” From the foot of the bed I slowly crawled up, in between his spread legs. “I just wanted to make sure that I was ready for you.” I was really moving slowly, and I could tell that his mind had already gone there as his crotch began to fill out once again and was ridiculously tenting his underwear. I stopped and crouched between his knees, reached up and gripped his boxer briefs. “Let’s get you out of these,” I told him, giving a sharp tug. He smiled down at me and raised his hips so I could slip the material away from his perfect body. A man as beautiful as him should never have to wear clothes. Ever. I had intended to get him to fuck me right away, but seeing him laying there, I just did what my instincts told me. I continued to move up closer to his crotch and buried my face in there. What real man doesn’t love the smell of a real man’s sweaty crotch? I wish they could bottle that smell!!! As soon as that musk hit my nose my own dick sprang to life, but as always, I just ignored it. I didn’t even go right for his dick, either. Instead I slathered his big balls with my wet tongue, cleaning him good, before taking a risk and heading lower. He gasped loudly as I tongued below his balls and tickled his taint, but I could tell he was loving my attention. The quiet moans of “Oh fuck, fuck yeah” said it all. Wedging myself underneath him, I succeeded in getting his knees hooked over my shoulders so that his ass was raised off of the bed. From there I just knew what needed to be done. My tongue zeroed in on his puckered hole and I licked. He grunted, cursed, and gasped. I licked more. I licked, probed, and sucked that straight man’s hole for all I was worth. I’ve only ever really rimmed other bottoms who had loads leaking out of their used holes, but I felt possessed. I needed to really let him feel pleasure from his ass as much as his cock. He was really getting into it, and helped me by shifting his angle so that I could get at him as easily as possible. His hands grabbed fists full of the bed sheets, his head tossing side to side, and he kept moaning, “Fuck, what are you doing to me? Don’t fucking stop! Please don't stop!” I didn’t just lick that man’s hole. I made love to it. I French kissed with his hole, my lips sealed around his opening while my tongue delved into his musky darkness. I found a new sense of stimulation here, feeling the power that I held over this man. I was his conduit to a new life and sexual liberty. I tongued him as relentlessly and deeply as physically possible and then I was stunned as his balls jumped as they rested on my forehead and his dick began to spew hot, creamy seed onto his stomach. He roared, “Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming and you’re licking my ass!” I had to pull back because his hole was threatening to pinch my tongue clear off, so I sat back and enjoyed the view as he convulsed his way through a hands-free orgasm. When he finally came down he began to laugh. “Holy hell, where did you learn to do those things? I’ve never felt anything like it. I really don’t want anything bigger up there, but your wet tongue felt amazing,” he gushed. “I didn’t even touch my dick. I can’t believe you made me cum like that.” “Glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, unable to contain my own happiness. Then I leaned forward and hovered over him a moment, before going lower and slurping a taste of his load off of his stomach. “Aren’t you going to eat it all?” he asked when I didn’t dive down and clean him totally. “Nope,” I told him plainly. Then I reached over and dipped a couple of fingers into the sticky mess, swirling then around, and held them up for him to see the glistening cum dripping on them. Maybe he thought I was toying with him and was going to suck them clean. So the look of surprise on his face when I reached behind myself and shoved them up my ass . . . well, that look was priceless. I repeated this over and over again until he was finally clean of his load, and by now his dick and balls were more than ready for another round. Our eyes remained locked much of the time we were playing, almost as if we were communicating telepathically, sharing in the intensity of the situation. “I think I need to fuck you,” he told me, his voice low and husky. I climbed higher on the bed until I was straddling his hips and smiled down at him. “Good, because I need you to fuck me.” I didn’t waste time after that, taking hold of his throbbing meat and introducing the head to my yawning hole. As soon as the head wedged inside, he hissed and cursed, and his hips shot up off of the bed, spearing me with almost his entire shaft. At this point it was my turn to gasp and cry out. I’m not going to lie. It really hurt, but more out of surprise, I think. It’s not that I couldn’t take him, but my hole needed just a moment to adjust and suck him in. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he was quick to freeze in place, holding my hips in his big strong hands so that I didn’t move and cause any further discomfort. Once that initial shock passed, I flashed him a wicked grin. “No pain, no gain,” I told him, slamming myself down hard until his balls hit my ass. “Fuck!” he again roared. His hands never left my hips, gripping me nice and tight, guiding me on his hard stalk. The shape of that dick was just perfect inside of me, hitting me in all of the right places, which naturally had both of us moaning and groaning. With his head back against the pillow, his eyes clenched shut, Pat groaned, “Oh, fuck, I never felt anything so good. Oh god, we shouldn’t be doing this, should we? I mean, I wanted you to let those other guys fuck you at the book store. I shouldn’t be doing this.” I continued to bounce, but looked down at the expression of total bliss on his face and had to ask, “Does that mean you want me to stop?” Pat’s eyes flew open in alarm. “No! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” he roared, thrusting is hips harder up into me. It got to the point that I was literally slamming myself down onto him, hard and deep. We were nothing more than two rutting animals, sweating, panting, grunting and moaning. Ten more minutes and he announced, “I think . . . I’m gonna cum,” he managed to croak out. “Do it, breed me!” I begged. “You want me to cum in you?” “Yes! Cum in me! Fill me up!” I almost yelled. “Fuck! Take it! Take my fucking cum!” he yelled, draining himself into me. It was heavenly. I felt every volley, every splash of his stud juice as it flooded my insides. It took a couple of minutes before I felt that his cock was no longer emptying anything into me, and I gently slid off of him, rolled over to lay at his side and reached over to the top drawer of the night stand, pulled out a medium sized butt plug and jammed it up my ass. He looked stunned at the ease with which it went it. “Need to keep that baby juice where it belongs,” I told him with a wink. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughed. We lay there panting, drenched in sweat, for a while as we caught our breath. By the time we were settled, I had begun to wonder if he would suddenly get a strong case of regret like many straight guys do after indulging in their urges, but instead Pat surprised me by rolling onto his side to face me, and he looked anything but conflicted. After staring at me for a moment he said, “I’m sorry I called you all of those things at the book store. After how good you just made me feel, I’m convinced you’re an angel. Well, you’re still kind of a slut,” he added with a sly grin. I took a chance and reached over to touch his firm chest. Tweaking his nipples each a couple of times and enjoying his reaction. And I was thrilled to see he wasn’t feeling shy or wanting to pull away. “Don’t apologize for anything,” I told him firmly. “It’s all part of the experience. Plus, I was in a book store taking loads from strangers so that does kind of make me a slut and a whore,” I teased. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. It actually gets me hotter when you go all Alpha on me like that.” His eyebrows shot up at that. “Alpha? Seriously?” “Duh, yeah,” I replied sarcastically. “Hunky construction worker built like a brick shithouse -the definition of an Alpha male.” And damn if he didn’t blush. And avoid my eyes for a moment. But when he looked back at me he asked quite bashfully, “You think I’m hunky?” I gave him my best baffled expression. “Are you kidding me? Have you ever used a mirror?” I teased. His smile was huge when he replied, “I think I like how you see me better than how I see myself.” “And just how do you see yourself?” “I don’t know, just a regular guy,” he said, shrugging his muscular shoulders. I reached up and cupped the side of his face. “You’re anything but regular, I’m sorry to break it to you. On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re like a 15 or 20.” He huffed and rolled over onto his back and burst out laughing. “I think you’re full of shit.” “Would you like for me to prove it to you?” I asked confidently. After all, it was the weekend and I knew a place nearby that had all-day brunch and the crowd was gay, gay, gay. If any crowd was going to prove my point, it was going to be there. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m throwing him off the deep end.

PART TWO "Hahaha, sounds fun Gramps. Just don't strap me in too securely!" As an experienced user, I was well aware of how to make it seem the restraints were only lightly tied but they'd hold the guy firmly in place. "Now how does that feel?" "Yeah, I think I get the idea of it. Wow, it feels pretty amazing from here but I bet it's better at your end! You kinda feel pretty exposed" Looking closer at his sweaty ass in his short shorts, I couldn't believe it - he wasn't wearing briefs! I could see him struggling to get out, just as I thought (& planned) he had no chance at all. "Did you need a hand there?" "Yeah, I can't seem to get out! Maybe if I hold onto you to get a bit more leverage..." Saying that, he put his arms around my neck to try & pull himself out. Of course, that only resulted in the sling starting to rock and bringing me closer, my cock almost resting against him. I could see that his attempts to pull himself out of the sling had actually meant his shorts had slipped further down, almost exposing his hole! "God Gramps, imagine if someone saw us now, what would we say?" "Well it's a damn god thing the door's locked," I replied. "No-one's gonna be surprising us that's for sure." Well, aside from the surprise I had in store for my grandson at least! As his attention was diverted looking over at the door, I was able to slide his shorts down a little further, finally exposing his sweaty hole. In the same motion, I pulled down my shorts, releasing my rock hard cock. That's what years of experience gets you! He swung back towards me, unaware of what was waiting for him. As he rolled back, my cock rested between his cheeks, poking at his hole. "Shit Gramps, what's going on?!?!" "Oh sorry buddy," I replied. "I guess seeing someone in the sling just brought back old memories and feelings and I couldn't help myself. You know what it's like getting flashbacks I'm sure." I looked down, pretending to be ashamed but in actual fact seeing how close I was to being inside his hole. "I know, Mom said you're still upset about Grandma. You still think about her don't you?" "I guess, I just get so lonely sometimes." I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes all misty, it wasn't the only thing I wanted wet though! "If you wanted to you could help me by....no you couldn't" "What Grandpa?" He asked innocently, leaning towards me, meaning my cock was just a little bit closer. "Would it be alright if I had sex with you? I know you're straight (I WAS CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING!!) and that you're my grandson but it'd make me so happy." "Of course Gramps, I'd do anything to make you happy. No-one's gonna come in and surprise us are they?" "No, not with the garage locked." I'd made VERY sure of that! "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this Gramps, but sure. You'll be gentle won't you?" "Tell you what, you tell me how I'm doing and I'll follow your lead OK? I've got some stuff in the house that'll make it easier for you if you want?" The poor kid nodded back to me, if only he knew what was coming. "OK boy, I'll go & get it. Don't go anywhere OK?" I figured a bit of humour would relax the kids nerves. "As if I could!" he laughed back. I tried to hide my aching hard-on as I ran inside to fetch my supplies. END OF PART TWO

Nice Thick and Meaty Cock

Here's my list of what I do with cum in my pussy: Keep it in for as long as possible, giving it a chance to absorb and for me to feel like a slut Add to it by getting fucked more -- tops love a sloppy cummy hole Squat over another pig's face and let him eat it Stick a finger in my pussy and lick that finger with the delicious cum Bend over in front of a full-length mirror so I can see my freshly fucked cunt If in a group, show off my glistening freshly fucked cunt so others will be lured to fuck me

Part 5 We drove down the interstate, me again in the seat, naked except for my slave gear, on full view to anyone in a taller vehicle. We passed a couple semi trucks, the drivers laughing at me as Master made sure to pass them real slow, making sure they got a good view of his naked slave. I was embarrassed to be on such display, but also really turned on by this new humiliation. My cock pressed into its cage. As we passed a third semi, the driver grinned down at me and honked his horn while he gave a thumbs up. Master laughed and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a note book and a pen. Handing them to me, he told me to write a certain message on it. I blushed when he told me, but didn't hesitate. I was too high and horny. I then held it up to the window. "Blowjob $5" it read. The driver motioned to pull over, and soon we followed the truck into a rest stop. Not the kind with bathrooms, just one on the side of the road for truckers to rest. Master got out and went to talk to the driver, then came and got me, leading me to the passenger door. I crawled in and he followed me. The driver was already in the back, waiting, a ten dollar bill in his hand. "I haven't nutted in a week, boy. Got two loads for your whore mouth!" the trucker stated as he handed Master the 10. Unzipping his fly, he fished out an already hardening cock. He reclined on the bunk in between the seats. I thought this was odd, but didn't have time to think as he grabbed my head and forced it into his crotch. I dove on his junk, taking his cock and balls into my mouth, and started sucking ravenously. He smelled like piss and sweat. The trucker moaned his approval as his dick hardened to a full 7 inches. I could feel Master tugging at the plug, removing it, and replacing it with his fat cock. "That's right whore," said Master, "suck that cock. You're a true whore now slut. And a cheap one at that." The trucker laughed as I moaned. "Suck him good bitch! Suck him like the $10 piece of trash you are!" I went crazy as Master said more humiliating things to me, degraded me. The trucker joined in the verbal abuse as he jackhammered his cock down my throat as Master fucked me hard. Soon the dirty trucker buried his cock deep in my throat, grinding his smelly pubes into my lips as he pumped a huge load into me. I choked and gagged, barely able to swallow. Master spanked my ass as the trucker fed me. After he came, he pissed a little in my mouth. But his cock didn't get soft. He started fucking my throat again, working toward number 2. Master kept fucking me and they both continued their nasty verbal assault. Eventually Master grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the trucker groin as he pumped another load into my cunt. Then as the trucker started his second orgasm, Master pulled me off and had the trucker shoot on my hair and forehead, coating my face. We all relaxed for a moment before Master told me to go back to the car. "Don't touch that cum, whore!" He demanded. "I want you to really accept the pig you are." The trucker laughed as I exited the truck. Master joined me in a few minutes, and we drove away. "You continue to amaze me boy. So far you've taken everything I've thrown your way. I know a lot is the drugs, but I still think you are a TRUE pig." I just smiled and whispered, "thank you Sir." As cum ran down my face, dripping onto my chest. "That guy says he travels this route all the time. Expect to see him again. (I did) But do you know what you did wrong, bitch? You didn't thank him for his cum. Major fuck up, whore!" I silently reprimanded myself for being forgetful. We traveled the rest of the way home in silence. Once back at the apartment, Master told me to relax on the bed for a while while he checked his messages. After a while he joined me. He took me into his arms and started kissing me, holding me tight. We made out for a while when Master said "Travis will be here in a couple hours. He says he has a surprise. In the meantime, relax for a while." We rested on the bed, Master snoozed, but I was too spun. After a couple of hours, the doorbell rang. I woke Master up, and he went to the door, shutting the bedroom door. I could hear some muffled voices, but not much. Soon Master came and led me by the leash into the living room. I could see two men. Travis, and a young kid, looked maybe 18. Travis was sexy, mid 20's, long brown hair. The boy was cute, skinny, kinda thug looking with his baggy pants and hoodie. They sat on the couch, passing a different pipe between them. "That's a crack pipe," Master explained. "Not for you, maybe one day." He handed me a drink. "There's G in there. Drink up pig!" I downed it quick, ignoring the taste. Master then pulled out his supplies, loaded his pipe, put 4 lines on a mirror, and snorted 2. "I changed my mind about no Tina on Sunday's. I have one quick meeting tomorrow, and I'm going to take tues off. This weekend has turned out to be way to special." He handed me the mirror, and I snorted as he lit the bowl. We all smoked our stuff as I got even higher. While we smoked, Master had me relate to the men everything I had done so far. Telling strangers all the nasty things I had done so far really worked me up. The guys pulled out their hard cocks and stroked them, as I drooled in anticipation. "So, the surprise, " said Master, "is that when Travis gets rock, he becomes a fuck machine. By the end of the night your ass will be raw!" The guys laughed and high fived. "And Joe here, he's never played with a slave. I promised him a night he wouldn't forget! Show them your pussy boy! On your back! Travis, pull that plug out." I moaned as I displayed myself lewdly and gasped as Travis pulled out the plug. The men whistled at my puffy, red hole. Travis stuck his finger into a bag of cocaine and rubbed my anal ring with it. I could feel it turn numb. He stripped, and with no ceremony crawled between my legs, spit on his fat cock, and plunged it in. I squealed as he grabbed my thighs and jackhammered my ass. Joe just stared as Travis used me. "He'll do ANYTHING he's told to do." Said Master. "He's a true pig in training." I just floated in space as yet another cock pummeled my pussy. Soon Joe wanted a turn, so I was placed over the couch so he could fuck me while I sucked Travis. Master just kicked back and watched the show as he smoked a cigar. The guys used me hard, pounding me in their coked up state. Eventually we moved to the bedroom. Travis laid on the bed and made me straddle him. As I sat all the way on his fat cock, Joe moved in and placed his own 6 incher at my opening. While Master filmed, he pressed into me alongside Travis. I groaned loudly as the two cocks slid in and out of my hungry gash. They double fucked me deep and hard for at least 20 minutes until Travis went rigid and started spasming as he shot his cum in my dumphole. Soon Joe followed suit, giving me his hot sperm. They pulled out and I cleaned them off. We all collapsed on the bed in a sweaty pile. After a few minutes, Master retrieved the party supplies from the living room, and more smoke was had by all. "So Joe," said Master, "you enjoying my slave so far?" "Oh yea. Fucking hot!" "Well we have all night. And the cunt here has fucked up again." "Oh shit!" I thought. "I didn't thank them for their cum. Damnit!" Master saw my face. "That's right whore, that's 3 Major infractions. You will learn! I'm going to let these boys punish you as they see fit." I could see Travis and Joe grinning in anticipation. "First though, we need a piss boy." With that I was dragged into the bathroom, into the tub. Without hesitation, Master shoved his semi hard cock up my hole. As Travis put his cock in my mouth and started pissing, Master pissed up my ass. I took piss in both of my cumholes while Joe pissed all over me. After Master pulled out, he grabbed a clear tumbler and ordered me to empty my bowels into it. Soon it was filled with cloudy, brownish liquid. Master ordered me to drink it while they chanted, "Pig! Pig! Pig!" I wretched as I choked it down. But I swallowed it. Then it was back to the bedroom. I was quickly set up in the sling and tied securely. Nipple clamps were attached with chains going over the top of the bed. Weights were then attached to the chains, painfully pulling my tits. "Ready for some pain, slut?" Asked Joe. "I've been looking forward to this!" With that I was tightly gagged and given poppers. Then Joe took a riding crop and gave me 10 swift hard blows right on my balls. I screamed bloody murder, but was defensless. As I jerked in the sling, the weights swung around, viciously pulling my nipples. Travis took the crop next and administered 10 hard blows right on my already sore hole. Tears flowed from my eyes as I screamed more into the gag. Then they each took a candle and dripped hot wax all over my body. My chest, stomach, nipples, soles of my feet. I cried and thrashed, but still found the pain arousing. Then they dripped it on my balls, coating them. Next was my cock. The cage had opening to piss and for air. They filled it up as I tried to beg for mercy. They just laughed. More weights were added to the chains, then they dripped it onto my asslips. I poured sweat as I screamed even more, the clamps pulling harder. My poor cunt burned like a son of a bitch. Then they stopped. They quickly peeled the wax off my ass lips. Joe stuck his cock in me, and i whimpered. Master took pics while Joe showed no mercy on my abused hole. More drugs ensued and the two men fucked me literally non stop for an hour and a half in their crack fuled lust. My cunt barely regeristing the fucking, I was so high and loose at that point. They both finally dumped two more loads in my numb sperm bank, then finally called it a night, thanking Master profusely for the entertaining evening. After they left, Master examined me closely. "No damage whore, just a really well used dump. You're fine." After releasing me from the sling, we rested in silence for the next several hours. But not before Master reminded me we still have one day left for my birthday. Could I take more? I hoped so.

Land in town on the sep20th -25 looking for someone to host me and show me the ropes and corrupt me been planning on this trip for a while I want my hole filled and used ... if it what hotel is a good hotel to host .. neg hole here . I doubt for long though

I've also noticed a trend in videos where the bottom immediately pushes the cum out of his hole - NO!! I want to see that cum stay in there. Its fine if some just dribbles out - that's what happens in real life - but don''t push out the whole load. And don't get me started on fake cum .......

I helped guide Alex down the stairs, him staggering the entire way. He looked so sexy shuffling down the stairs in only his briefs. There was something so hot about a young vulnerable, stripped nearly naked in a group of mostly dressed guys. Something degrading about him being marched through a party so exposed, a group of horny guys discretely beginning to swarm him, knowing something special was about to happen. We reached the bottom of the stairs, Alex hanging on to me for support, starting to notice the bright light above and the cold concrete of the floor on his feet. "Is this the bathroum?" "No, almost there." I could understand his confusion. At the bottom of the stairs was simply a tiny unfinished room, a folding chair, some boxes and a rather heavy looking metal door that had once served as the entrance to a storm shelter. I knocked three times and the door cracked open, and we were met by Sam. Sam served as the unofficial bouncer for these events. At 6'6" and 260 lbs, he was an intimidating man. He had played college football in his 20's and, even more than a decade out, was built like a ton of bricks. And he was handsome to. Clean cut, absolutely jacked, and a handsome face. And he had a big black cock, the biggest I have ever seen. My guess was that is was almost a foot long and thick, although even that may have underestimated it since he is such a muscular, tall guy. "Diego, my man. Heard you might be coming in with a new convert." "Yeah, this little fag twink, supposedly a 'straight' friend on one of my regulars, but judging from how friendly he was with tina, I doubt it." "Damn, how old is this kid?" "18. Fresh faced little twink jock, still living at home with mom and dad. Go ahead, say hi." Without reservation, Sam pulled Alex into his arms, his thumb feeling his bottom lip, his other hand on his ass, feeling it through his thin briefs. "God, I love this job," Sam joked, feeling Alex's bulge through the front of his briefs. "Let me get you guys in," he said, before giving Alex a little kiss and feeling the boy's tongue on his. Same walked back through the door, walked down a short hallway and came to another door on his right. The familiar toxic symbol on the heavy metal door swooped by as Sam unlocked it with his keys. Alex and I walked into the dimly lit room, the door closing behind us. --- My head was in a cloud and my vision was spinning. One second to the next felt like it could've been minutes or hours and vice versa. I fee Diego against me and peoples' hand on me. Lots of guys all around me. Someone's taking my shirt off. Is this a game? The logical part of my mind, the ones that inhibits my actions, I can hear it but it's like it has been cut off from the rest of me. I think someone is taking off my jeans. Who? I think is must be a guy. I'm not gay; logical me would punch a faggot in the face for that. But I feel a hand on my back, one on my butt. I feels good, to be touched; everyone around me dancing grinding on each other. A boy with a cock in his mouth in the corner? My thoughts feel like they're disconnecting from one another. Keep forgetting where I am. Can't remember how I got here. Something exciting about being here. I'm up against Diego. He's supporting me and I like it. He smells good. I feel secure on his chest. He walks me. Feel safe with him. I'm only wearing my briefs? Where are my clothes. I feel exposed; I see a group of guys and girls. They see me. I feel ashamed but something else. Excitement? I love feeling Diego's arm around me. He's keeping me safe. Where am I? Alex, Alex, Alex. I hear people laughing. At me? My dick is hard I can feel it. Is this okay? Stairs. I'm leaving? Are we going to the bathroom, I ask Diego. He says something back. I want to go back and dance with the boys. Didn't know bros could be so hot. I want them to hold me. I'm not a fag. God says being a fag is a sin. Dad says cocksuckers are disgusting. Blake. I want him to hold me. I want to make him happy. It's cold here, at the bottom of the stairs. Blake is talking to someone. He is huge. He's touching me, my lips. I'm a bitch? Where are we? When did we leave the party? His hand on my body. I feel my dick twitch when he touches it. Fag fag fag.

I had to go to work the next day and every time I sat down my ass ached and i thought about how hungry they were and how they treated me like a worthless piece of meat.... a few months later I was back. This time I hid a second pair of cloths down the trail a bit and a gallon of water to wash up with so I wouldn't look so disgusting when I came back to the hotel. I came up on the area again and I saw them all sitting around and hanging out....I had a small bottle of whisky and took several long swigs and felt the burn in my stomach. I wanted to run away but I was paralyzed standing there. fuck or flight!....I stripped down naked and walked up to them...then I turned and went over the the mattress..the one guy recognized me...he came over and grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock...they all came over and I sucked them off...then they pulled me up on my feet but I was now woozy from the booze...they bent me over and a guy plowed me up my ass as another skull fucked my throat...It was not as rough as last time or maybe this time I knew what to expect. I could feel their anger and frustration with how their lives turned out with each thrust..it was like they were saying "fuck you" world....I did notice this guy sitting off to the side not wanting to join in no matter how much they egged him on...when they were done one of the guys went to him and pulled him over. I heard him say that he didn't want to because he had some disease...the guy just laughed and said well then its your turn to go last....I freaked out as he pulled his pants down but they held me there on my knees...he stood before me..some guy lit a lighter and I saw it! His cock was oozing puss and was filled with open sores...fuck no!!!but they held my head as he slide it in my mouth....it tasted foul...he was raping me with a diseased cock...he suddenly turned into and animal telling me I was just like the fag that gave him this disease....then he pinned me to the mattress and shoved his cock in my ass...over and over....I finally felt him cum...he pulled out relieved and rolled away...I went to get up but they took me to the piss area and put me back on my knees...time to clean the fag off and they all stood in a circle and pissed all over me.....I left before sun up...washed up put the hidden cloths on...back to the hotel and then to work the next day....the clap and some antii bitotics and I was ready for my next trip.

between starting at 10 and stopping using condoms just after i turned 18, it's only been a few months of barebacking and i wish i would have started a long, long time ago. the hassle of condoms is overrated and the sex feels so much more normal and natural now that i'm fucking bare. plus, i finally got over my fear of stds and hiv...

Part 3 My softening cock slipped out of my friends ass as we smoked another bowl and my horniness grew. My friend asked me if I wanted more cock and ass to which he knew the answer. He told me he knew a pace where I could get all the cock and ass I wanted. We dressed and headed to his car. He drove to a warehouse that had all the windows bricked up and a red light over the entrance. We went in and the guy behind the counter asked for my ID, apparently he already knew my friend. My friends payed for me and we went to a private room where we stripped down and smoked a little more before he offered me something that he said would get me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I was already horny and curious and consented without knowing the details. He pulled syringe from his bag. He said all I needed to do was lay back and relax as he worked a belt on my left bicep. The dominant look in his eyes had me lay still as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by a slight prick of the needle. I was mesmarized as I watched him pull the plunger back to get a small flash of blood before he started to empty the contents into my vein. He told me I will feel a need to cough and probably will cough hard while my heart will beat faster and the room will feel warmer. Once he loosened the belt on my arm I felt a warmth in my chest followed by a need to cough. I coughed out 4, 5 times as my friend apparently did his own shot. I was surprised at how horny I had become but was even more surprised at how soft my cock was now. My friend was drastically different, his cock was rock hard and I had noticed but he opened the door to our room as he climbed between my legs and thrust the full length of his 8” cock into my hungry hole. I wanted his cock, I wanted any and every cock I could get and he was giving me a fucking I needed. I moaned and begged to be fucked as he set about to pound my hole. I took a cue from when I fucked him and began to work my ass for his load. He wasn’t one to disappoint when he finally flooded me with his seed. He kept churning his load inside me as we both looked at the crowd that gathered at the door. He asked me if I wanted more cock although he already knew the answer. He told the crowd to come on in and take a ride in the ass he just bred. I recognized some of the guys I had seen on campus. As each guy took a turn fucking and seeding me I thought I recognized a guy in the distance. I was distracted as my friend began to prepare my arm for another shot. I was watching my friend work the belt on my arm as the mysterious figure slipped his nice size cock into me. As I felt the stick of the needle I looked up to see my roommate was the guy about to fuck me when I felt the strong cough. My roommate kissed me and told me that he heard there was going to be new meat at the baths but never thought it would be me. He then began to fuck me and asked if I really wanted his load inside me. All I could muster between saying ‘holy fuck’ was fuck me and breed me please. My roommate buried his cock deep inside my hole and held it there before bringing his face close to mine asking if I really wanted him to impregnate me with his HIV charged load? The drugs had my brain all fucked up, I could only answer with a loud yes, yes, fuck me full of your HIV charged load, knock me up! My roommate wasn’t one to disappoint me as he fucked my brains out and not only dropped one load in my ass. By the time his cock began to soften he had dropped 3 loads inside my well used ass. He kissed me as another guy took his place. He laid down next to me and let me know the weekends where he went away with his boyfriend he was spending at the baths. He could hardly wait until we were back in our room.

Ever since I was young I knew that I liked men. Hairy chests were always a turn on for me and if the man had both tats and fur I couldn’t stop staring. In fact this combination is exactly what got me into trouble. You know how it is when one tries to steal a peek at a guy at the pool or at the club lockers. Checking out the guy's package, admiring his hairy body and then fantasizing about him later. Even when on Tumbler I was always found myself dreaming I would actually meet such a guy - one who would fuck me raw, making me his, and turning me into the pig I knew I was destined to become. Hell, I had just turned 19 and had never admitted this to anyone, but man, my hormones demanded I get it on with the right man. My parents belonged to the local country club and the membership included a club gym to which I had the right to utilize, and as I wanted the type of muscular frame that my ideal man would have, I resolved to work-out on a regular basis. And so I did. Over the course of time my arms grew somewhat, but I didn't really pack-on the muscles and, of no less annoyingly, my body was still as hairless as when I was a kid. Most of the time when I was in the gym, the place was virtually empty, even more so during the fall and winter months when the desk was not occupied in the afternoon. It always struck me as odd the gym would be open if there was no staff, but I suppose management concluded the members had paid quite a fee to belong to the country club, and members should, therefore, have 24 x 7 access to the gym, regardless of whether or not the place was staffed. One evening I had gone over to work out and as usual I started on the treadmill. As I was finishing up a guy I didn't recognize came into the gym. We exchanged nods, I continued on with my routine, and he went over to the weight area and started to work out. I could tell that he put time into his body: he had a perfect V frame, his arms were perfectly proportional, and I noticed he had several tats which, of course got me looking even more closely. One tattoo was of a pin up girl with the a skull face, and barbed wire wound around his bicep. Damn. Very, very nice. I tried not to stare. I really, really did try not to. I could be wrong, but I got the impression he glanced over at me a couple of times, I'm fairly sure he never registered when I was taking in the view. Anyhow, we both continued to work out that day. He finished-up before I did, and we parted ways. I looked for him on subsequent visits to the gym, but as I didn't see him, I thought to myself 'Well, at least I'll have some good jerk-off memories', which of course I did. Like any other teenager I didn’t give it another thought. A couple months later it was December, and, because Christmas was around the corner, only the fitness center and the restaurant were open at the club, and not surprisingly, the fitness center was virtually empty - except for me. Until today, that was, when I was over by the power rack, headphones on and lifting weights oblivious to the fact that not only was someone else in the room but he was standing right next to me. In fact I jumped slightly when I noticed him. "Sorry, man, do you need someone to spot you?" the newcomer asked. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't notice you," trying discretely to check him out. I may have hoped he didn’t notice but I think he did. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "Mike," I replied, thinking to myself 'Fuck would I like him to use me and bareback, of course'. I had been on sites like Breeding Zone and TIM Fuck Roulette and knew condoms were not in my future, EVER. I wanted to be bred and used raw. I wanted a hairy man with a big cock to wreck me for good. “Do you want me to help you?” he repeated. I stammered and asked him to repeat what he had just asked. He told me that he has seen me working out in here before and thought he could help me build some muscle. We chatted for a bit more, and then he gave me an assist with my workout that was amazing. It really makes a difference to exercise with someone who knows the drill. Afterwards we cleaned-up and dressed, and to my surprise Jeff suggested we grab a bite to eat, and somehow after that we ended up back at his apartment, ostensibly so he could give me some exercises to help my muscle growth. I know. Like everyone who is reading this story, I knew Jeff was going to fuck the shit out of me, AND HE DID! I am sorry it is taking me a bit to write this tale, but my cock bleeds every time I cum. I know that this is in the fiction section but I felt this was the best place to write this. You see, Jeff has kept me as his boy since we met last December. I have not seen my parents since Christmas of last year. It is now October of the following year and in that time he has taught me so much. I have learned I am a bottom and a PIG BOTTOM at that. I love having him fuck me and blow his seed up my willing hole. Jeff also allows his friends to use me but he insists they also must use me raw. You see, Jeff has taught me that if I wanted to look like him I needed to live his life. You guessed it: Jeff is HIV poz, and in fact is technically full blown, I figured that out when I saw the tat on Jeff's lower abdomen (right above his cut, eight inch cock, I might add). You know the tat. I might add Jeff has taught me how to build my muscles using steroids. I know they are bad for me but at this point it doesn’t matter and a shrunken cock doesn’t bother me. Let me know if you want to know more of what is happening to me

Part 2 I looked around and realized we were attracting quite a crowd. Probably 20 people, both guys and girls had gathered, many with cell phones recording what was about to happen. Many of the people I saw there were from school and church and now I was lying naked in front of them with my best friend next to me being seduced by two powerful men. Jordan came close to us and whispered “Don’t be afraid baby you will enjoy what’s about to happen and it will change you forever”. James came up to the table and told us that we had the two sweetest asses he’d ever seen and it would be a pleasure to have the chance to 'breed' us. Paul, who looked very frightened asked timidly what 'breeding' meant. Jordan chuckled and said “We are going to fuck you baby and both of us are going to fill your sweet virgin asses with our hot cum.” I heard Paul whimper “Oh dear god no” as he reached out and grabbed my arm. I was not expecting to hear Jordan's explanation, and I, like Paul, was frightened. James flipped Paul on to his stomach and Jordan did the same to me, remarking “Goddamn those asses are perfect. Time to open them up.” I felt Jordan’s hands on each cheek of my ass pulling the crack open. I felt something warm and wet and realized he had just spat on my hole. I looked over to see James bury his face in Paul’s ass. Paul threw his head back and moaned. The next think I felt was Jordan’s tongue lapping at my hole. Then suddenly the tongue penetrated the rim. The feeling was exquisite and I involuntarily pushed back to feel more. Jordan started to laugh and said “You're going to be hot little slut, baby.” Suddenly I felt Paul grab my hand and whimper “Oh my god.” James had stopped tonguing his hole and was now burying a finger into him. He pushed in a second and said “Fuck he is tight! It’s going to be fun tearing him open.” Paul arched his back and moaned and squeezed my hand tightly. Jordan’s tongue was now replaced by two fingers in my hole and I let out a long moan as he shoved them into me and worked them around. I turned my head towards the crowd that had gathered and saw Emily standing there next to Aaron who was rock hard with his own huge penis and rubbing her shoulders. Jordan saw me looking at her and he shoved his fingers deeper into me with one hand and pulled me back up towards him with the other and began kissing me passionately. I could feel the metal ring and his massive penis pushed against my back and I realized everyone could see how hard my penis was. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. “Time to breed this one” I heard James say as he turned Paul on his back. He pulled Paul’s small body up to his and kissed him. Paul at first resisted but slowly his mouth opened and he willingly allowed James’s tongue, which moments ago had explored his ass, to enter his mouth and play with his tongue. Paul wrapped his arms around James’s beautiful body and I watched Paul’s penis harden too. James laid Paul back down and then pulled him so his ass was at the edge of the table. James took a step back and I could now see his rock hard penis. I gasped as did many in the crowd. It had looked long before but now fully engorged it seemed to have grown even longer. He turned to Aaron and asked for lube. Aaron handed him a container and he handed it to me. “Get my cock ready to fuck your friend” he said to me. I squirted some of the liquid on his penis and rubbed it up and down the shaft. “Get it all covered because this is all going in his body” James said. I got a closer look at the tattoo on his navel and finally recognized it. The tattoo was the symbol for 'biohazard', a symbol I had seen in the chemistry lab at school. I thought it was a bit strange thing to sport such a tattoo, but then looking back I was so naive. James’s penis was just throbbing as I put more liquid on it. There was some fluid oozing from the tip that Jordan told me was called 'pre cum'. Jordan pushed my head down by Paul’s ass and told me to lick it to get it wet. I put my tongue in and heard Paul moan. I pulled my head back as James positioned his penis up against Paul’s tiny hole. There was no way that massive body part could fit into that tiny area. Jordan leaned down next to me and whispered, "Watch how his hole will accept his cock. Your ass will shortly accept mine." Only inches away, I watched the huge tip begin pushing against the hole. James pushed and pushed some more and nothing happened. Suddenly, he pushed harder and the head disappeared inside Paul. I felt Paul’s body stiffen and he screamed “Oh my god! Oh my god! Please, no!” James pulled back slightly then forward and another two inches went in and Paul screamed again. He pulled back almost all the way out and pushed forward again. There was about four inches still not inside of Paul. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so badly” Paul cried as he tried to squirm away from the onslaught. Jordan pulled me up and remarked "You need to hold your friend in place so James can fuck the rest of his cock into him. It’s going to hurt him for a while but once James gets him open he will love it.” I climbed up and took Paul in my arms. He was crying. “Please Caleb stop him, he’s so deep in me, I can’t take any more!” he begged. I lied to Paul and told him it was only a little more to go. I held Paul tight as James pulled his penis almost all the way out. He slid back in again but still had over two inches to go. This time James pulled all the way out and spit on the head of his penis, and turning to Jordan remarked "It's time to open that second ring.” Jordan smiled and James pushed into Paul forcefully and did not stop until his scrotum was pressing against Paul’s ass. Paul’s entire body stiffened, his head snapped back with his mouth open to scream but nothing was coming out and his legs shot straight up with his toes curled like fists. J ames pulled back and pushed in again and again. He grabbed Paul by the ankles and spread him wide open. Slowly James picked up the pace. His long penis pulling nearly out before taking the long trip back deep into Paul’s small body. Paul’s head snapped from side to side with each stoke, his hands digging into the blanket covering the table and his eyes wide open and full of fear. "You're going too deep! You're gonna kill him” I yelled. James’s just smiled and continued the pounding. Suddenly, Paul looked back up at me and his eyes appeared to roll up in their sockets. His body relaxed and his legs tried to wrap around James’s massive body. The contrast of Paul’s thin pale white body being pummeled by the massive dark muscled body of James was stunning. Screams of pain were being replaced by moans of ecstasy with each trust of the long black penis he was impaled on. I looked around the yard to see the crowd had grown. Jordan pulled me over towards him and I looked at his massive cock with the metal ring. There was a long string of precum dripping from it. I suddenly realized that in a matter of minutes it would be inside of me and I would be experiencing the agony and the ecstasy that Paul was now feeling. I heard a scream from the crowd and looked over to realize that Linda had returned to find us and was witnessing her boyfriend being ravaged by a man. Paul saw Linda too but turned back to James and reached up and wrapped his fingers in James’s dreadlocks and pulled him forward and they locked in a deep kiss. James looked into Paul’s eyes and said “Are you ready for me to breed you, do you want me to fill your body with my hot cum and knock you up?” As James picked up the pace Paul screamed “Please breed me, I want to feel your cum inside me.” Suddenly Jordan grabbed me and pushed my head down by Paul’s ass ordering “Watch your friend get filled, kid. Your turn is next.” I could feel Jordan’s tongue back on my ass and I moaned again, even as I saw James’s cock was pounding harder now and I could hear Paul keep screaming “Oh god yes!” James began to moan loudly. He arched his back and every muscle on his beautiful glistening body seemed to tighten as he pushed every inch of his penis deep up into Paul. James’s scrotum began to pulse as he exploded inside of Paul, who exclaimed "I can feel you! I can feel you filling me!” At the same moment Paul's hard penis erupted in three shots of semen which shot involuntarily across his chest, face and into his hair. James collapsed onto Paul’s small body and laid there for a minute. He kissed Paul and slowly began pulling out of him. As he pulled out a large amount of semen came with it. The semen was tinged in red, which I knew must be Paul’s blood coming from the rips inside him caused by the pounding he had just received. James climbed up next to Paul’s head and fed him his now softening penis and Paul willingly licked off the cum, blood and whatever remained of his once virgin ass. Jordan’s fingers were now back in me and he kissed me softly. “I’m a lot bigger than James, so this is going to really hurt at first and tear you up inside. Do you want me to be the first to breed you?” he whispered to me. I looked in his eyes and looked down at the gigantic penis between his legs and answered “Hell, yeah. I want you inside of me.” I was flipped on my back and Jordan grabbed me by the ankles. My heart was pounding as I looked around me. James was holding Paul in his arms as they prepared to watch me lose my virginity. The crowd around the table of spectators had to be more than thirty. Cellphone cameras were everywhere. Emily stood there with Aaron who was holding her from behind as she watched her boyfriend give himself to this gorgeous black man. Aaron approached and applied some lube to the head and metal ring on Jordan’s penis saying "Fuck his brains out, Uncle Jordan.” Jordan’s penis pressed against my hole and I could feel the coldness of the ring. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me and said “Give me your ass baby.” I could feel my hole resisting the pressure and then suddenly it felt a flash of burning hot pain. My hole was opening and the pain was blinding. Jordan kept pushing slowly ever deeper. “Please take it out” I begged but the pressure continued. “Oh god James, this one is so tight. You can feel his little hole slowly stretch and open.” Suddenly I felt a painful popping followed by the sensation of being completely filled. His penis head and ring had won the battle. He was in. He continued to push and I tried to squirm away from the huge monster that was invading my body. “Don’t run baby, let me in.” He pulled back a little and pushed in again and I could feel him slowly moving deeper inch by inch. My body was tense and he grabbed my nipples and twisted and I screamed and he pushed in more. “Fuck I need somebody to hold his legs apart so I can spread his ass and get it all in,” Jordan commented. James laughed and said “You’ve never gotten all that thing into anybody.” “I’m getting it all inside this little slut,” Jordan grunted as he pressed ever deeper. The pain was so intense that I just closed my eyes and pleaded with him not to tear me in half. I suddenly felt activity around me and realized there were new hands griping my legs and spreading me wide open. It was Aaron who was holding my right leg and then glanced to my left and, to my amazement, Emily was holding the left. Aaron’s hard penis was inches from my lips. Emily smiled and pushed my head toward the shaft and Aaron moaned as it slid into my mouth. As Aaron slid into my throat he leaned over and kissed Emily. With my legs split wide open, Jordan spit on the part of his penis still not in me and then he grabbed my ass cheeks pulled them apart and lunged forward. His penis pushed through what felt like another opening inside of me. I screamed but it was muffled by Aaron’s penis deep in my throat. I felt Jordan’s balls slap against my ass. He pulled all the way out and straight back in. His ring dragged across something inside me which sent waves of pleasure through my body. The pain was horrible but the ecstasy was mind blowing. “You’ve got him now Uncle Jordan” Aaron gleefully remarked. Jordan pulled all the way out again and slammed back in as Aaron pulled his penis out of my mouth. I moaned “Oh my god, it’s so big!!” I could feel him filling places in my body I didn’t know existed. “Holy shit you got it all in his tiny little ass” James laughed, adding “that’s got to fucking hurt.” Aaron told Emily to take her hand and place it at the bottom of my abdomen right below by navel. She did and Jordan pulled back and drove himself deep twice. Emily looked stunned and turned to me and said “Oh dear Jesus Caleb, I can feel him inside of you.” After a few more slams deep into me Jordan pulled his penis out. I felt so empty without his body inside of mine. He rolled me over and told me to get up on my knees. I knelt with my ass up in the air facing him. Aaron stood up in front of me and pulled Emily to her feet. He kissed her passionately and untied her swimsuit which fell to the table. I was seeing Emily naked for the first time and she was beautiful, but I knew I wanted Jordan back in my ass. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted to feel the cum from his body shooting into mine and experience the same ecstasy Paul had just experienced. Looking back at him, I saw his totally engorged penis and generous traces of blood on the metal ring - my blood. I bent down keeping my ass up and rested my head on the table. I was breathing heavily anticipating the pain that was about to return. He grabbed me by my shaggy hair and pulled it back so I was looking at Emily. “Tell her what you are feeling” he said and he pushed the head inside me. I screamed “Oh my god it burns like fire.” He pulled out and pushed back in slowly “I can feel every inch, I feel the ring moving in me. I don’t want it to ever stop!” I could feel those beautiful muscled thighs slam up against me and I reached back to feel his muscles tensing as he began to pound me hard. I was falling forward so he grabbed my hair with one hand and put the other around my throat and started to jack hammer me. All I could do was moan and scream as wave after wave of pain and pleasure swept through me. Emily grabbed Aaron’s penis and directed into my open mouth again. It tasted so good and I sucked and licked it. Aaron began to pound my mouth and throat while Jordan hammered me from behind. I reached up to touch the smooth contours of Aaron’s beautiful body and reached around to grab his firm ass and pull him deeper into my throat. Aaron looked into my upturned eyes and said “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend before this night is over. “ Emily was moaning and I realized Aaron had shoved several fingers into her vagina. Aaron was breathing hard and grabbed my head with both hands, I could feel the wetness from Emily’s vagina on his fingers and I felt his penis growing harder in my mouth. “Fuck!! I’m cumming” he yelled and exploded. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into my mouth and throat. It was so salty and I swallowed as fast as I could. He pulled his softening penis out of my mouth and put his arm around Emily saying “Get me hard bitch so I can fuck you.” Emily knelt down and started sucking his penis. With that Jordan pulled out and flipped me back on my back. “It’s breeding time." This time he pulled his body up on top of mine. The warmth and wetness of his skin and muscles felt incredible pressed against my body. His penis was pressing up against my tingling hole. He looked in my eyes and said “I’m going to fuck you now and breed you baby. I want you to know my cum is poison to you. All three of us have HIV and your friend Paul was probably infected when James fucked him. Now I’m going to infect you, are you ready?” I was stunned by what he had just told me but my desire for him was overwhelming. I looked over at Paul and James and saw that they were both hard and kissing intensely. I glanced at Emily who was sucking and licking Aaron’s penis which was again hardening. I turned to Jordan and answered softly "Please do whatever you want to me. I need you to breed me.” Jordan kissed me as he slid his penis slowly back into me. I could feel every pulsing vein in it as slid inch by inch deep into my body. When is balls touched my ass I involuntarily exclaimed "Oh, dear god!” I wrapped my arms tightly around his back and he slid his strong arms around my small body and pulled me tightly to him. We kissed and then it began. He gradually picked up the tempo. His balls slapped hard against me. The pain I had felt before was gone. Only wave after wave of pleasure each time the penis made its trip back and forth. Something strange started happening inside of me, feelings I had never imagined grew stronger. My penis was so hard it felt like it would rip open. We both were in total ecstasy and we were moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Everyone watching the scene were mesmerized by the passion we were experiencing. I wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his muscles rippling as I watched his perfect firm ass going up and down as he ravaged me. “It’s time baby! Time to make you mine!” Jordan grunted as his penis seemed to expand and become even harder. “Oh God!! You’re so big!!” I yelled. Jordan pushed in me as deep as he could and I knew what was about to happen. He arched his back. His eyes were rolling back in his head. I felt a slight throb from his scrotum which was pressed against my ass. Then his whole penis throbbed and throbbed again. I could feel hot jets of cum coating me inside. He pulled back slightly and throbbed again. The warmth and the throbbing in that spot put me over the edge. I could feel my own cum rushing toward my penis. I reached for it but Jordan was on top of me with my penis trapped between our bodies. I erupted with shot after shot of semen. “Fuck yeah,” Jordan commented, adding “My baby just blew his last negative load." Jordan slowly withdrew his penis from my ravaged ass. I could feel the still warm cum leaking from my open hole. His penis was dripping with red tinged cum. He dragged his penis through the puddle of my cum pooled on my stomach, and climbing up to my head and told me to lick him clean. I opened my mouth and cleaned off the remains of his cum, my blood, my cum and the remnants of my once virgin hole. As I lay dazed I could hear and feel activity next to me and heard a female scream. I turned to see Emily lying next to me as Aaron drove his penis into her virgin vagina. His body was so perfect and I was jealous, not that she was giving herself to him first, but because I wanted his beautiful body on top of and inside me. Kissing her to try and keep her from screaming Aaron pounded her mercilessly. When she started to moan with pleasure he knew he had her. She looked at him and began pleading “Please don’t cum in me! I don’t want to be pregnant, I don’t want AIDS!” Aaron was not stopping and even picked up his tempo as he replied “Here’s my seed, bitch!” Aaron began moaning and I knew the flood of cum like he had just fed me was about to blow into Emily, and sure enough, Aaron grunted “I’m cumming!” As he did so, Emily’s body convulsed in total orgasm as Aaron’s sperm shot into her womb. Afterwards Aaron pulled out and, having crawled over to me, he fed me his penis to tongue-clean. I complied without hesitation. Jordan and James then picked Paul and me, and carrying us in their arms, carried us back towards the house. "What are we going to do?" I asked, my head resting against Jordan’s chest. "We're gonna clean you up, get some sleep and then we have more plans for you both tomorrow."

I will keep taking it, but it takes a while before I really get back into enjoying the fuck. I prefer to not cum until the end.

Fucking hell thats one horny cock stiffening story cant wait to hear lots more!

Going class to class the next day was torture. My best friend laughing behind my back and showing people the pic on his phone. Jordan slapping me in the face whenever he passed me in the hall. And Deanna sending one of her friends over to break up with me. And then in the middle of 7th period, I check my new email account and there’s a message in my inbox. It was, of course, from my father under a new email address: PimpDaddy4Poz0915@gmail.com. It read: Be in your room on all fours, ass to the door, in a jock for this event: And then it had a web link pasted in the body of the email. I clicked on the link and my phone took me to the internet. It was some barebacking website and the link was a party announcement that read: New cum dump whore already pozzed but hasn’t had the fuck flu yet or tested positive. Cum and make sure his conversion takes. Wednesday night from 8pm until the last load is delivered. $3/fuck. And then it gave our address and had the pictures that he had taken of me posted. I could just imagine all of the diseased men looking at the pic of my inked ass – POZ FUCK HOLE. I bet they were going wild. I started to choke up but quickly clicked my phone off and tried to focus on American History. I didn’t really see my dad at all the next two days and I was anxious as hell. What the fuck was he doing to me? Three dollars? That’s what my hole was worth, my health, my dignity? I was a nervous wreck all day Wednesday, but about half way through the day, I also noticed that I was getting harder and harder. My puny penis wouldn’t go down. I was mortified. My body was actually looking forward to being a toxic cum dump tonight. Tears flooded my eyes as I realized, once again, just what an emasculated pussy boy I was. I didn’t eat anything that day, only liquids. If I was going to take a lot of cock, I was sure they would be sticking it in my mouth and I didn’t want to be messy at all. After baseball, I went home and started to clean out with that douche. I did it a lot to be sure. I slipped into another one of my jockstraps and crawled on to my bed at about 7:55pm. Positioned on all fours with my ass hole displayed to the door, I waited. The door opened and I looked at my bedside table iPod docking station. It read 8:02pm. My degradation began. “Stay where you are,” it was my dad. “Don’t look behind you.” And then I heard it. A buzz, a murmur, and I realized that were several men waiting outside of my bedroom door. I had no idea how many, it could be dozens, I couldn’t see, and my father had instructed me not to turn and look. “Lube your ass,” my father commanded, pouring some lube into my hand. I reached under myself and fingered some of the lube into my hole. There was some moaning and gasps from the men waiting in line as they watched me finger myself. I imagined this was making them hard and hornier. My father threw the container of lube on the bed along with a bottle of poppers and turned to the door. “Okay, gentlemen, the cunt is open for business. Please have your three dollars ready.” I heard the first man approach the bed and hand my Dad some bills. “Nice,” the stranger hissed as I heard his belt open and his zipper descend. He rubbed a rather thick cock against my hole and then sunk it into my almost healed pucker. I bucked a bit and cried out, “Fuck!” I took a few hits of poppers to help me in my unwieldy task of taking all the cocks waiting outside my bedroom. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet hole. I’m gonna’ take care of you real good. Make sure you got the bug,” he cajoled as his tool went to work stretching my pussy. I stayed in position and let him ream my butt, his droopy balls banging against mine. My father was at the door talking with my future clients so I looked back over my shoulder. There was a flabby guy in his 60s, white stringy hair all over his saggy chest, and wrinkled droopy skin hanging from his belly. He wore glasses and had a large nose with a copious amount of hair protruding from the nostrils, his face decorated with aging spots. He looked right in my eyes, “Sweet boy pussy gonna’ take this old man’s load, huh?” What the fuck??? I was hard! My tiny cock slapped against my stomach, and looking right in his ancient eyes, I curled my lip and said, “Fuck right. Fill me up, grandpa.” What was I saying? The old man’s hands gripped my waist tighter and he began brutalizing my guts with his big cock until he was grunting and giving me my first load of the night. “Take my dirty seed, cumhole!” he roared as he buried his jizz in my man-womb. The disgusting old man pulled his cock out of my ass and came around to my front. His dick was pale with random white hairs up and down his shaft. It looked gnarly and aged. He shoved it in my mouth and said, “Clean your fucking ass off my dick, boy.” And I did. I slurped and relished every drip of extra cum and ass juice that was on his big 60-something year old cock. As I was cleaning him up, another cock slid into my chute. I squealed on the old man’s dick as my asshole accommodated a very differently shaped appendage. It was long, not as thick but really long. And he just kept long-stroking making me feel the entire length with every thrust. There was that feeling again. I couldn’t speak because my mouth was full of cock, but the unseen stranger behind me just kept hitting me deep and suddenly my ass was convulsing and spasming. I whined and whimpered on the old man’s dick as my body was wracked with an orgasm. At the height of my internal, the dick in my ass started to pulse and quench my cunt’s thirst with another load. “That’s right, fuck hole, take another charged load up that pussy. Get you pregnant, break you in for all the others,” he growled as he emptied his balls. As his cum hit my insides, my ass started spasming again and I had another orgasm, bucking and rutting with a cock in both holes. As my orgasm subsided, a round of applause went up from the waiting men. I let the soft old cock fall out of my mouth and looked behind me as the other guy pulled his soft dick from my shitter. He was a tall skinny geeky guy in his 40s, who simply slapped my ass and said, “Nice cunt,” as he walked out of the room. In a fog, I saw my dad was at the door collecting three dollars from a variety of other men. As my vision cleared, I focused on the next top approaching me – a large black man with a huge uncock cock dangling between his legs. He had a full smooth belly and a moustache. He must have been in his late 40s/early 50s. He spit on his dick and said, “Daddy says you’ve never had black dick in you.” “No sir,” I replied. “That’s about to change,” he said and pushed his hardening dick into me. I screamed out, feeling him get larger as he sunk deeper into my hole. More poppers and my cock socket started to open more. I whimpered and asked, “Are you poz too?” “We’re all poz, bitch. We’re here to make sure you are too.” And he proceeded to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I was screaming and thrashing about, but he just kept slamming me harder and harder until he tensed and shot a powerful spurt of toxic jizz into my rectum. And then another and another…there were seven shots all together and as he pulled out, I felt cum dripping down my balls. Clearly, my ass was already overflowing with the diseased cum that was being put in me. My lips were pushed apart by his slimy black cock and I started sucking his ebony tool. I tasted that metallic coppery essence again and that’s when I placed it. It was the same as when I would suck a cut on my finger or something. It was the taste of blood, which meant I had bled on Saturday afternoon and that I was bleeding now. I didn’t have time to think too much about it because the black guy starting pistoning in my mouth because I had paused and another dick pushed past my O-ring. The invading phallus was short and stubby, but hard as a rock. This was when I learned that small dicks hurt even more than big dicks, but with no pleasure attached. His pointy little guy stabbed and poked into my sensitive ass walls without filling me up or actually getting deep enough to send sensations through my body. It was just uncomfortable and annoying. Even though I was trying to choke down the black monster that had just demolished my cunt, I began flexing my ass, trying to milk the small-dicked top faster. He grunted and moaned, dropping another poisonous load in my hole. I let the black dick escape my mouth and looked behind me to see who the small dick wonder was. He waddled out of the room with his clothes in hand, a gross little man with a pot belly, a hairy back, and zits all over his ass. A fucking troll had just pozzed my ass. Just then I felt something wet hit my face and realized that the black dude was cumming again, ejaculating all over my cheeks, forehead, and lips. My tongue flew around trying to taste some of it as he walked away from me, and another cock was shoved in my ass. It went on this way all night. Ugly men, old men, fat men, muscular men. Big dicks, thick dicks, long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks. But all poz dicks. My ass was covered with cum, both dried and fresh. My boy cunt was just overrun with toxic seed, spilling from my pussy every time a new cock would be introduced to my asshole. My dad continued to collect three dollars from every sick fuck that wanted to pozz me, and I just took it. Eventually, a guy wanted me on my back and so there were a dozen or so that I was looking straight at when they trenched out my innards and loaded me up with more disease. I was looking straight at the Mexican dude when he spit in my mouth and told me to carry his AIDS babies. I was eye-to-eye with the smelly fat guy with the beer can cock when he informed me that he wasn’t on meds and that his viral load had reached an all time high and then proceeded to pump a huge amount of his semen into me. And I was cheek to cheek with the gorgeous bald daddy with the super cut abs and the huge pecs as he lied his complete weight on me, his 9” baby maker sawing in and out of my battered cunt as he whispered in my ear, “I’m pretending you’re my real son. He just turned 18 too. He lives with his mother, but he’s so hot just like you. And I’m imagining it’s his cum covered asshole wrapped around my dick right now. Tell me to breed you. Say ‘Daddy, please breed me.’” I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged, “Daddy, please breed me.” Instantly, his cock was shooting off in my hole and he was panting, “Yes, Billy, fuck yes, take Daddy’s semen, take is cum, take it in your beautiful cunt.” I’m assuming Billy was the name of his son. He relaxed on top of me, catching his breath. After a few minutes, he said, “You’re a good boy,” and he pulled his big dick out of me and left. At one point, this bear dude had me riding his big 8 incher when another guy got behind me. I felt him start to push against my already stuffed hole. Before I could resist, the bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose and I inhaled deeply. My cunt opened up more for the second dick as I was DP’ed for the first time. I looked behind me and saw a young college muscle jock with a big 10 inch cock lodged up my hole next to the bear’s dick. Even with the poppers, I opened my mouth and just started letting out animalistic cries and grunts as the two tops simultaneously fucked my twat. Another internal started in my ass and I began to really bear down on their fat pricks. I started to call out, “Yes, yes, fill my cunt. Get your three bucks worth! Fuck out this poz cum dump with your big cocks! Use this three dollar whore!” My cunt started twitching and convulsing which knocked the two in my ass over the edge and my pussy was once again flooded with toxic HIV jizz. By the end, it started to wrap up, resembling a small gangbang. There were about 6 guys left just trading out from one of my holes to the other. I was high on poppers and cum, and just taking whatever dick was put in whatever hole I had. My bed was streaked with cum, lube, my ass juice, and a little pink from my destroyed cunt. Finally, there was only one guy left. This nasty guy in his 50s, kind of gaunt, balding with a white crown of hair. He was pigeon chested with knobby little nips surround by stringy silver hair and a stomach of loose skin speckled with liver spots. His dick was thick and long with a large purple head, and he treated me like I wasn’t even there. He told my father to get me on all fours so my father ordered me into the position and I got there although I was utterly exhausted. I looked at the docking station. It was 5am!! This guy plunged into my gut with his huge cock and just started slamming away into my ass. “The boy’s got really nice hole, man,” the guy complimented my father. “He was born to take random dick,” my father agreed. The old fart asked, “So he hasn’t gotten the fuck flu yet? Hasn’t even tested poz?” “Nope, but when he does, holy fuck! He has so many strains swimming around his guts, God knows what they’ll find. No telling if meds will even touch it. But I’ll still put him to use until he won’t turn a profit anymore. By then, he’ll be an adult and I can kick him out on his own.” I wanted to cry to hear my dad talking about me that way, but he was just being honest. My life as a cum bucket had really begun. “Fuck, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’ fill your son up with another poz load, man!” “Do it,” my father egged him on. “Make sure it takes. Make sure that he’s fucked! Charge his ass and help him fulfill his destiny as my own little poz cum whore!” The old guy pounded me harder than he had been, swatting my ass really hard and grunting. He punched my left ass cheek and grabbed me by my hair. Painfully, he pulled me back onto him with the tuft of hair he had entangled in his fingers and shot spurt after spurt of diseased spunk into my ass. Instinctively, I had an internal orgasm on his twitching cock. He pushed me off his dick, thanked my father, and left. There I lie on my bed, covered in crusting cum, HIV semen leaking out of my ass, and exhausted, ready to just sleep in all of this filth. My father knew it too. He went to my door, turned back and said, “You realize that you never once came? You never ejaculated. Just came with your ass. Do you have any doubts now whether or not you’re meant to be a pimped out poz whore?” Leaving me with that thought, he turned off my bedroom light and shut the door behind him. I began to fall asleep covered in spent lube and warm cum, sliding on top of my bed toward a pillow that smelled of the musky scent of ass. I welcomed the soft pillow, breathing in the slightly stale smell of the assholes that had inadvertently sat on my pillow while fucking my ass or mouth. The last thought before I passed out into a deep slumber was, “I need to remember to check my new email account first thing in the morning.” More to come…

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.