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Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.

Part Two “I can’t believe this fucker would go suicide commando on his boyfriend after taking our strains” one person said. “Fuck yeah I did, he’s an uptight bitch when it comes to fucking” David said. The cock in my ass was pumping in and out at a steady pace, balls slapping my ass. My anger grew, but I didn’t want to reveal to David I was on the bench next to him taking toxic loads just like he was. “Fuck man, it’s hotter fucking your sloppy hole knowing you would stealth bomb your boyfriend’s ass later.” someone said. “What I am about to shoot up your hole will convert you and your boyfriend, no doubts” David was moaning harder as the cock in his ass quickened it’s rhythm of pumping his hole. The sound of flesh slapping against each other added to beat of the music playing in the back ground. The cock in me was pumping faster and harder, as it thickened. The balls were not moving as much and I knew I was about to get another load dumped into my hole. The man’s breathing was getting louder and faster, and without warning he slammed into me deep. HIs cock was jumping about in my ass, uncontrollably. I could feel the warmth of his load hitting my inner walls. He grunted and then pulled out. I felt a bit of cum run out, but was quickly scooped up by another cock head and pushed back into my hole. “Damn look at the wasting on the man fucking the cherry” someone said. “That’s the AIDS Angel” someone said. The cock slowly slid out of my hole until I felt it’s head pulling the inside of my hole outwards. It slowly slid back in. “I want that cock next” David yelled. “Don’t be greedy” someone said as the sound of flesh being slapped echoed in the rooms. David’s top was fucking his hole faster and faster. “Huff deep and squeeze my cock, you fucking necro slut!” I heard David inhale deep over and over. I mimicked his huffing until the rush was too much and I felt a bit sick. I squeezed my hole around the death stick sliding in and out. “Squeeze my rod so I can give you the gay cancer, faggot” David’s top yelled as he slapped his ass. I could hear the creaking of David’s bench as his top fucked him harder. “Fuck here it comes in your sloppy fuck hole” he yelled. David yelled as the man rammed is cock deep into his hole. “Take my fucking toxic seed, absorb my fucking death you no good cheating faggot” I closed my eyes, picturing the man’s piss slit open and his white seed of death shoot out, hitting David’s insides and starting to hiss and steam like acid to metal. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” the man yelled. “If that hole is getting the AIDS Angel, then you are the Grim Reaper” someone yelled. I huffed the poppers as I pictured the destruction of David, I saw his body melting away from the venom sting he just received. The cock in my hole, sped up sliding in and out quicker. I squeezed my hole more, then huffed more poppers from the clear tube. “Get another cock up my hole” David yelled, almost begging. The man fucking me had wrapped his hands around my nut sac and was gently squeezing it. I wanted to cry out “harder” but still wanted to keep it secret that it was me from David. My cock was slowly inching back to life, even though I had shot my load just minutes ago. The cock in me felt so good. “If it wasn’t for his cock, you’d think that hole was already dead” someone yelled “Still warm and fuckable” the AIDS Angel said. “Hell you would still fuck it if it was dead and cold” someone said. Peter grunted loudly and I knew someone had rammed a cock up his hole. I could hear his bench creaking again as the top pumped his cock into David’s hole and wondered if the bench broke under the fucking. I head a small creak to my right and a bit of light enter my room, but was quickly extinguished as the door closed. A hand soon covered my mouth and a hot breath heated my ear. I could smell the musk of a sweaty man next to me. “You weren’t the new meat were you?” I shook my head no. “The who the fuck are you” the voice said in my ear. I slowly turned my head and whispered in his ear “The boyfriend of the man in the next room” No more words were said, he just moved away and slowly went out of the room. I closed my eyes and huffed in deep, letting the rush carry me and my thoughts away. The cock was still pumping into my hole. The squeezing on my nut sac got tighter and tighter, sending a bit of pain cursing through my body, the poppers dulled it a bit, so I huffed more. “Fuckin’ gonna squeeze the last bit of neg juice out of these berries even if I have to crush time” my top said. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My hips started to buck as causing my hard cock to bounce around hitting my crotch, the leather and the top’s hand. The only thing that stopped my hips bucking was a tongue that was licking about my hole from below. It was hitting my hole and the man’s cock as he pumped me. “Squeeze my nuts” the AIDS Angel said. “Oooooh yeah just like that, squeeze my fucking thick biohazard load into his ass” The hand was hitting the base of my ass, following the top’s thrusts in and out of my hole. I was fighting back the urge to yell out, begging for his AIDS charger. “Here it comes, dumping my AIDS in your cunt” he yelled. The man cheered and hollered. I felt his cock slam into me and his cum exploded out. He pulled out and slammed back in, repeating this over and over. “Fuck it feels good sharing death!” he said. “Fucking take his AIDS you lucky fucker” David yelled to me. My cock suddenly started to pulse and I started to shoot my load all over the place, until a mouth covered my cock and started to suck it out. I filled his mouth with my hot thick load. The cock pulled out of my ass as the mouth pulled off my cock. I heard something being spit out and hitting the floor. “Fuck, neg seed tastes like fucking spoiled milk” someone said. “Yeah, poisonous seed is so much better”

3. Hole Fuck. Fuck. A triangle Fuck. A triangle of pleasure Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads from his cock, balls, asshole, erupting outward, unrelenting, uncontrollable, to his entire body like an volcano exploding. Nothing could ever top this feeling sending him ablaze in molten heat and light. Fuck. The only thing that could ever top this feeling had to be death. Snuffed. Blackness. Oblivion. Because right now, mother fucker, at this single moment, he felt everything. Every fucking thing. He was Colossus. A Titan. God. The world channeled through him. Fuck yes. He was the eye of the needle; the eye of the beholder; the fuckin' cat five swirling eye of the hurricane. Nothing existed before this moment, nothing would after. He embodied the chord alpha and omega struck together throughout eternity jammed into one single note. Bam! Fuckin’ right here. Right now. Shit, man, it's a tsunami in here and he's riding this skinny little surfboard called Chris—it’s a thrill of a lifetime—and he's hanging on for dear fucking life! Fuck. He's overboard! He lost where he was, who he was. He's swimming up for air. All he feels is a tongue in his hole and a gummy mouth sucking his shriveled dick. Hairy arms hold him and run their hands over mounds of flesh, his burning flesh. He grinds his ass over someone’s furry pubes. Fuck, dude, tell how good is that? He'll never be able to sustain how aroused he is, every synapse of ecstasy is firing simultaneously. He's sure someone’s saying something to him but he can’t comprehend, even less respond. All he can react to is touch, those that touch him, those he can touch. Other senses abandoned him. Hard flesh, leathery muscle, sagging flesh, sinewy muscle, all attached to him in some area of his body, but he can’t differentiate the sum of these sensations. Fuck. There’s an argument, then a suggestion. Slowly he’s regaining sight. The pictures he saw stuttered like a reel of film falling off its track, still he made out bits of a room that could be hell. Red flakes falling off walls. Metallic roof reflecting flames all around him. An orange object dangled in front of him. What the fuck was that? A tentacle? He thought of a carrot, albeit one that was extraordinarily long and extremely pliable. Fuck. It was going in his anus and going in deep. Fuck. Voices emerged in the hellscape. Take it in—let it penetrate you. I've still got you. Long Beach Carl, his mother’s boyfriend was there. He's pushing the carrot into him. Oliver North was there as are a million cameras firing off strobe after strobe in his brain. Pop! Pop pop pop. He felt the object, initially so slender you hardly knew it was there until its mass grows with every inch it's inserted. The object passed through his rectum and entered his large intestine. It jus' pass through his second ring, said a Caribbean sounding voice. He's in a James Bond movie. He closes his eyes, he's tripping heavy, he knows he's not in a James Bond movie. Yet in his mind he imagines there's a race car that's tearing through a winding road in the Alps. He sees Sean Connery driving the winding road. His colon is a road, the object a vehicle that’s opening up his insides; every twist, tunnel and turn. Boom. Fuck. Chris is back in his body trying to come to terms with an object he feels somewhere on the right side of his abdomen. He ran his hand down to the spot and definitely felt an object inside him. Someone, Manetti it must be, pulled his hand back over his head. There are two men, Jamal and Master Drax he recognized, conferring at his hole, pushing something, a malleable orange sex toy through his anal canal. "The last mile is always the most difficult," Master Drax said to Jamal. Jamal goes back to sucking Chris' peanut. It not only distracted, but felt indescribably soothing. "Are you still with us, child?" Master Drax asked Chris. Chris wanted to communicate that he was still with them, raise a thumb or something, but he can't. He's immobile. He blinked instead hoping that said something. Words won't come back for quite a while, except for one. "Fu-u-u-u-ck," he yowls, forcefully arching his back. "I told you, Christian. New worlds. Hold him down. It doesn't give you pain. It's simple something you've never experienced." There is nothing to compare this to. He's hornier than fuck. He imagined his colon is being invaded by the tentacle of an octopus. He vividly hallucinates Master Drax is holding an octopus and guiding it to slither deep and deeper into him. But the tentacle had hit an impasse. It refused to penetrate into the next chamber. It had a life of its own, the tentacle; it poked and prodded against an impenetrable wall, won't proceed no matter how much Chris or Master Drax want it to. "The last foot is always the most revealing," Master Drax said to Chris, who could do nothing but look at him, and feel what was happening inside. "Jamal, get the amyl from the drawer." Jamal left the boy's dick and returned with a handful of capsules. He broke one and put it up to Chris nostrils. "Inhale it deeply, child." The effect it had on him was to immediately knock his head off his body. More than freeing his gut to allow the sex toy to penetrate, was the attitude it instilled: lust overpowers everything. He wanted that orange tentacle further up his ass. Jesus Fucking Christ he did! And his lust made it so. "F-u-u-u-u-ck." He feels it so intensely slip deeper inside. Two inches, three? It's a tickle that grows to a finger, which grows two feet in length to the size of a fist. The final girth is a medium size clenched fist. Master Drax has gotten the entire sex toy to press up against Chris' sphincter, but he's not satisfied. He bares down with his own fist to get his fist inside the boy too. "Another one," he instructed Jamal, who already had another hit of amyl under Chris's nose. Chris doesn't say, ‘fuck.’ Instead out rasped a throaty animal sound, a squall of air reacting to muscles going beyond what they're meant for: to hold shit in. There was pain, undeniably, but there was a definite element of pleasure in the animal cry, too. A sound an animal might shriek when it was dying but more like when it gave birth. To Chris, it was a sound emanating from his guts, and the large object within him and the large fist, that even after it entered his hole still plunged deeper into his bowels. He started stammering mindlessly, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," throwing his pelvis in the air, trying to get whatever's inside him outside him. This was where Manetti came in, holding him down, calming his colt. "Shhh. You did it, Chief.” He brought the kid down to him. “Good boy, good job." And though Manetti was as high as he's been in quite a while, he knew how to ride these twenty foot waves to shore. "Breathe. Get used to it. Accept it.” Manetti ran his hand over Chris’ chest, tweaked his nipple lightly. “Breathe, buddy. Relax your hole around it. Now squeeze! Now relax. Do it again." He's more a disembodied voice to Chris, but it was a familiar, disembodied voice, and it seemed to work. Though his hole was ready to explode again at any moment, and though the strain was more intense than anything he'd ever felt, he was over the agony of a few seconds ago. As he squeezed, then released, he was letting go of the panic and accepting the new sensation. Master Drax's pulled his fist out. This set off on another round of spasms, this time dispelling, like a two foot long shit—which pretty accurately described how it felt—the orange two-foot long object inside him. What would usually take his body hours of wave-like contractions to expel, happened in two seconds, which left him with an amazing feeling. Besides having the relief of not having the object ripping and pulling every which way, he was left with a sense of profound emptiness, and one other feeling he didn’t expect: he wanted it back in again. *** "Jamal, we need to capture this. Put two lights there and the camera there." Jamal went about setting up the shot. "Pig, let Christian up and bring over some grease. And take off that cage. I want you fluffed up when we shoot." Manetti helped Chris out of the sling. "I don’t think he’s ready to take my paw. Let Jamal fist him. He can probably take that,” he said to Master Drax. "Nonsense. Are to telling me how to conduct his affairs?" Master Drax handed Chris a bottle of poppers. "Use this right before we shoot." "No, Master,” Manetti replied. “You always know best. I just think the kid should..." "Enough. I determine what he 'should.' Jamal, are we ready?" Jamal nodded, and then helped Chris get into the sling. "Chief, how you feelin'?" Manetti asked Chris, who was adjusting the leg straps. "I feel great! That was mind-blowing. I am so fucking high." Manetti acknowledged he was too. Chris hadn't really considered that. Nothing seemed to exist beyond the skin of his body. "Places." Master Drax was in his element. "Jamal, take the boom, I'll operate the hand held. Pig, I want you coming into the shot. Christian, you just stay where you are. Enjoy it and encourage Manetti however you'd like. Use the seduction you know you have—you have the hole everyone wants, own that—but make sure you don't fake it, make sure you really want it from Manetti. No BS. Let's see how you do." "Yes, Master. Thank you for all of this." Master Drax nodded his approval, and called, "Action:" FADE IN: ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT There's a close-up of Chris' little puckered butthole. Its lips pout out like it's waiting for a kiss. It's not virginal anymore, but it's hardly gaped either. It lusts for something, someone. Manetti's broad back and hairy shoulders enter the frame and, yes, he's hard, very hard. You can tell there's chemistry, pun intended, between him and the boy. Let's not hide the fact they both look heavily drugged. He sits on a stool facing the boy's vulnerable hole. He puts a finger on its lip and pulls it down, testing its elasticity. The boy starts only slightly. He's excited yet there is an edge of fear in his face. We zoom in. His eyes are more than a little crazed with desire. The world weighs heavily on him, but he's young and resilient. It will take a lot to wear him down completely, and Manetti is more than capable of doing it. The man brings up two greased fingers and inserts them in the boy's velvet hole. They slide in easily. He coats the canal and bends down and brings up three fingers and more lube. The man's other hand is stroking his own rigid pole. He could nut at any point but he’ll hold off, at least for now. Three fingers easily slide into the boy's opening. The man shoves his three fingers up to where his pinky stops him from going further. He twists around the boy's hole, causing the boy to stir in pleasure. It's a very new sensation to him, and there's an exhilaration in his eyes that this man is going to penetrate his rectum with those enormous paws. He anticipates what it will feel like, how much it will hurt, but still grants there’s a deeper lust in him, a hedonistic impulse he's knows he's always had, that wants this man, wants this man in the most carnal of ways. Four greased fingers come up to the boy's butt and slide in, this time not as easily. Manetti has to go slow, gathering his fingers together, twisting slowly, applying pressure ever so slowly, prying the kid's sphincter apart, easing it open. He still has the large ridge of his thumb to go and he doesn't want to rush Chris. "Pick up the pace, pig. Let's get to it," says the director. Manetti sees Chris is taking a hit of poppers. That should help. He greases his whole hand and swathes the boy's entire butt. He prods the hole with four fingers, then adds his thumb. It's all funneling down into this tight hole. He's fighting with Chris' sphincter, it's resisting the circumference of his palm. Manetti twists slowly one way then the other. "Take three hits in a row, boy," he instructs Chris. Chris has only had single hits up to now, and each one has left him spinning, but he listens to Manetti and takes three consecutive hits. He barely manages to replace the cap but his eyes signal he's ready. Manetti holds his hand out in place. Not only is the kid's hole relaxing, he’s pushing out his butt and on his own, starts swallowing Manetti hairy paw. He keeps jutting his ass out so it swallows Manetti’s thumb, clutching the entire appendage down to his wrist. He’s instinctively squeezing Manetti’s huge mitt into him, as the hand tapers to a wrist. The vice-like clamp slides Manetti fingers into the boy's soft internal flesh. He howls at his accomplishment. He's in ecstatic agony as his rectum comes to accept the large foreign object. A huge invader, the likes his internal organs have never known. Master Drax was large, but Manetti's huge. Manetti rests his hand just where it is. He tells Chris to take another hit, which he does, and then starts slowly turning his hand inside the boy. They look into each other's eyes, and you can see the intensity of their communication transcends words. There is a microsecond of pain registering on Chris' face, and Manetti stops twisting, but begins again as soon as he sees Chris has accepted the sensation and now enjoys it. The tip of Manetti's middle finger is the first to touch a deeper area. He feels the rapid pulse of the boy in what feels like strings guarding a new chamber. He gently swirls the finger clockwise, then slowly traces the finger counterclockwise. Chris initiates a release of internal muscles that allow Manetti to add his index and ring finger deeper into Chris' canal. Manetti rotates slightly to allow his pinky and thumb to follow into the chamber. Chris inhales deeply as he senses where Manetti is in his body. It’s both an open invitation to go further, and a dawning realization of how far he ultimately wants Manetti to penetrate him. It’s just the two of them, eye to eye. Again he's in an enclosed confessional with Manetti. “You owned me," he admits, "ever since I met you. I can't resist you." He proves it, too, by sliding down deeper and impaling himself further onto Manetti's hand. You only have to look at the earnestness in his expression, his utter submission to the will of the man inside him, to see Manetti can do to him whatever he wants. Manetti knows that and will exploit it. The splayed out fingers start balling into a fist. The fingertips scrape against the raw colon sending nerve cells into an explosion of sensation, firing round after round of alarm to Chris' brain. Chris trusts Manetti with his body. He breaths and quells the panic. There is a joy about him knowing Manetti now actually has his fist, his balled up fist, in his ass. The noun, fist, he sees, is why it's also a verb. Yes, he signals to Manetti. Yeah, do it, fist me, say his eyes. And Manetti starts, ever so slowly, pulling out then pushing in. It's building. You can see it in the boy's face. It's revving up to become a piston fuck, which is animating Chris' face: joy, pleasure, excitement, apprehension, and at last at a building rhythmic pace, lust; demonic lust for Manetti to do it harder. Manetti knows this. This isn't his first rodeo. He's a great Top and is proving again. When you say 'handpuppet' this is what it means. Manetti twists Chris on his wrist. He's testing the boy constantly, seeing what he can take, seeing where he has to push him to accept his, Manetti's, will. Manetti knows the kid's body will reveal the course his hand will take and guide him along the way, but it's Manetti's confidence in his power that allows Chris to relinquish his. When the kid says he owns him, Manetti takes him at his word. He unfurls his fist, stretches his fingers deep into the kid's rectum, finds a new ring, swirls, charms, and enters his intestine. He straightens out the curve he finds, using his hand to reshape the boy under his care. He then almost pulls out, sphincter puckered to the extreme, then goes back in and rests just momentarily. He's traveled a great distance in those inches. Chris is undulating with libidinous hunger, but calms down when Manetti rests. He syncs to Manetti’s mastery. The man's palm is holding his prostate, holding it like it's resting in a hammock. As he rocks it gently, Chris is in ecstasy as if Manetti is rocking his soul. But Manetti doesn’t simply the boy's soul. He’s looking for the point where Chris will give up everything. That’s the ultimate power he seeks. He's probing the boy again feeling all his organs till he finds the pressure point he's looking for. Manetti's other hand grabs the boy's erect cock and a spray of piss erupts out of him. "Beautiful," says the director. Manetti first directs it toward himself, lets it splash in his mouth, noisily slurping down a few gulps and spits some out, then he points the stream back at Chris. Chris is out of his mind with sensation he's perceiving inside his body with the awareness that his pissing uncontrollably in front of a group of strangers, and being recorded doing it, and he's finding pleasure in the lewd act of primal degradation. He doesn't care, and that is incredibly erotic. He lets out a spontaneous, "Oh, fuck, Sir," as the stream hits his face and he greets it open mouthed. Manetti has pulled his hand back into a fist and is tugging at the inside of the kid's sphincter. He lets it sit at the extreme point of the stretch, pushes back in as far as he can, then yanks the fist completely out. Chris' hole flairs out with the camera capturing the red pedals of the freshly opened boyhole, the newly revealed flesh the world has never seen before. It's the first promise that a rosebud will bloom. Chris is convulsing wildly. Manetti stands, puts a hand on the kid's heaving chest, and with his other hand he's diddling, strumming his fingers against the boy's excited hole, doesn't want to lose the gape he fought for. Before Chris has a chance to come to his senses, Manetti's inserting three, and then four fingers back inside him. It tells Chris he's still open enough to keep fisting. Chris eyes him. Manetti has broken through something, for Chris says with clear intent, "Sir, destroy my pussy." "You want me to destroy your pussy, boy?" "Yes, Sir. I want you to give me a sloppy cunt." "You got a nasty mouth, boy." He sits back down on the stool, and there's a new lasciviousness that wasn't in Manetti before. He applies grease, a lot more grease, to his hand and some to his large hairy cock; black hair spotted with chunks of white Crisco. He also spreads some lube over his massive balls. He's back at the boy's hole with four fingers twisting around. His second hand joins the first with another swath of grease. They're sliding over each other and the rapid stimulation shows on the boy's face. He grabs for the poppers and takes a hit. His head releases back and he's now solely focused on his hole. He feels fingers sliding in and out. Pulling at his hole. Two fingers on each side pry him open, then three fingers on each side, then four. The hands pry his hole apart so hard they’re shaking. The inside of his hole feels like pudding, malleable flesh that submits to each stroke of Manetti's churning hands. One hand slips easily inside, then comes right out. The other hand disappears inside the kid's hole then reappears. Manetti's hand crunches into a fist and strains at Chris’ sphincter, trying to punch through. Chris leans his head forward and takes a couple more hits, and the fist punches in. The kid utters a loud moan. Manetti leans in, asks, "You okay, boy?" Chris answers, "Punch my fuckin' pighole." Manetti does, let's loose his fury. At first, one first in and out, then the other in and out. He's building up momentum until Chris is wailing in delirium. He pulls out a fist violently to watch the hole again flair open, this time much larger, almost the size of his palm. Chris' body shakes until Manetti puts a single finger on Chris gaping hole. He is in charge of that hole; he will tell it when it is allowed to have an orgasm. "Take more hits, boy." Chris does, and with a head clouded with poppers, Manetti resumes his repetitive punching, but now, Chris grabs his legs and pulls them to his chest, pulling his ass cheeks apart, begging to be Manetti's hole. Manetti obliges, inserting a fist and goes deep, pulling out quickly, then inserting a second fist in as far as it will go. It's not as rapid, but it’s a much deeper punch. Chris is not only taking it but continuing to pull his legs apart farther. In fact, he's taking his right leg with both arms and falling to his left side in the sling, moaning like a whore pushing his boy pussy obscenely out of the sling for Manetti to pummel. It's too much for Manetti seeing the boy in such a lewd pose. He needs to fuck this cunt right now, while he's in this state of abnormal delirium. He’s turned the kid into a whore and he’s the stud who gets the reward of fucking a possessed cunt! He grabs both of Chris' legs and pulls him forward in the sling. He stuffs his gaping hole with his cock, then pops one wiry ball in, then the other. He fucks him in short, staccato strokes. Chris is in rapture and eggs Manetti on, squeezing as much of his loosened sphincter as he can. What he lacks in strength he makes up in how extended his pussy has become. With his entire rectum he surrounds Manetti's genitals in a gelatinous, gluey grip. He knows—he feels!—Manetti's hairy balls are scraping against his bowels. He experiences Manetti gyrating inside him, perceives a iron erection stirring his entrails. Wanting him to cum in him, spread his dirty cum in his raw hole, he begs and pleads aloud for Manetti to breed him, to knock him up. Manetti pulls out completely. His balls swing freely dripping lube and other viscous droppings. His engorged cock plops out and slaps Chris’ balls. The kid jumps. Manetti likes what he sees, so he slaps his balls again with a greasy hand. Instead of retreating, the kid pushes his balls up toward Manetti's chest. The man grabs the kid’s balls and twists them till the kid cries in agony. With his other greasy hand Manetti smacks his ass, then plays with the boy’s hole, lowering him down. He takes the hand that smacked the kid's ass and penetrates him with it. The kid gasps, but accepts the hand immediately, starts squirming on it, becomes ravished by it. Manetti is in heat. He takes his dick and inserts it into the palm of the hand that’s inside Chris. It's far more girth then Chris has so far endured. You can see that in his strained face. But he's not rejecting it. His desire for Manetti overwhelms everything. He wants Manetti's to jerk off inside him, he encourages it with a slight rocking movement. When Manetti stops he realizes that Manetti wants to control his own hand job, so Chris completely submits, holds his legs apart so Manetti can do what he wants to him. Manetti observes the complete, utter subservience as does the camera. There's not much movement for you to see for a moment except in close-up of the hole. There's a rapid vibration only showing in the tendons of Manetti's wrist. He’s jerking his hand inside the hole. Manetti contorts his face as Chris watches in awe. He's getting close. Chris relaxes some muscles to encourage Manetti to use more of his insides to beat off. He's fisting his cock just as violently as he's fisting Chris' hole. The more Chris submits to Manetti's violet masturbation, the harder Chris realizes he's getting fisted. It's win-win. They're in perfect sync. Manetti is using long strokes to pleasure himself and Chris is writhing in pleasure. Manetti releases as Chris' eyes roll back in his head. Manetti's trained to show the money shot but he's locked into this moment of seeding this hole. He explodes, shoots deep into the bowels, sending his fist into the innermost depths. He pulls out very briefly to show cum leaking from his dick, but he's quick to get back inside, still jetting, smearing his dickhead around and around Chris' entrails. He squeezes every last drop out of his balls. He pinches his foreskin to not leave any semen behind. There both stare at each other. Manetti drips sweat onto Chris, who's also shining in heat. Manetti has a look of relief of a man who has given everything and held nothing back; Chris looks beatific, fulfilled—a bride inseminated. Manetti looks in his wide blue eyes, raises an eyebrow, and floods his hole with piss. Chris looks surprised, and states astonished, "You’re whizzing in me." Manetti pulls out for a second, pisses all over him, then reinserts himself. He flashes his famous shark tooth smile. Chris sends an identical shark tooth grin right back. "Cut," the director says.

Part 24 It wasn’t long until the door behind me clicked and I heard shuffling in the room behind the glory hole. “You the one taking loads?” a voice asked “I will take it and what ever you are carrying” I replied “Oh fuck yeah” I bent over and put my ass at the glory hole, reaching back spreading my cheeks wide open, giving him a good view of my sloppy pucker. I felt a finger run around the edges of my hole, the slide in deep. It moved in and out, finger fucking my hole, then quickly pulled out. I could hear him sucking on his finger, as there was a loud thud and I guessed it was his belt buckle hitting the floor. “Fuck man that cum is tasty” he said. “Toxic cum always tastes better” “Well fuck me” “That can be arranged” I stood up and turned around, slowly jacking my cock. I moved forward and held the head right inside the glory hole. I heard him spit and I thought yeah buddy lube that hole. I moved my cock thru the glory hole slowly. It soon met his ass, he gripped my cock and lined it up on his ass and pushed back on it. As his ass pushed down my shaft I pushed even more thru the glory hole. “Fuck man, never had a raw one up my hole, only covered” he said. “Take it all” I replied. “Of fuck, don’t cum in me, just let me ride it a bit and then we can switch and I can put my load in you” “Can make any promises” I said laughing a little. He started to pull forward, sliding his hole up my shaft, inching it towards the head. I heard the click of the door. Someone was coming into the room with him. “Dude what the fuck,” he said. “Just here to add to your fun” Stinger said. There was a bit of movement, and the man slid back down on my dick. His ass pressed against the wooden wall and stayed there. I started to pump my cock in and out of his ass. “oh fuck” the man said, “suck my cock” I knew then that Stinger had him pinned against the wooden wall, sucking his cock. I started to thrust a bit faster, sliding my cock in and out of his hole. It felt good. Stinger’s fingers were lightly touching my cock as it pumped in and out of his hole, his nuts were resting in the palm as his lips slid up and down his shaft. He was moaning. I knew I needed to cum fast. I grabbed my nipples and started to pull and twist them, I could feel the pleasurable pain send shivers through my body. I pumped faster with less strokes out and was soon jack rabbiting his fuck hole. “Oh fuck, damn I’ve never felt this way” “You like it” I asked “yeah but don’t cum in me” Stinger was noisily sucking his hard cock, still cupping his balls and rubbing my slick cock. I could feel my nuts pulling up, they were swinging less and less as I quickly fucked his ass. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I slowed a bit, then pumped faster. My cock hardened and I started to spray cum deep in his hole. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise, keeping him from knowing I was breeding him with my toxic load. I then slowed again, just moving my cock in and out of his hole. “I’m going to cum, back off or I will shoot in your mouth” he said. Stinger kept sucking, I could hear the man breathing heavier and quicker. “Oh fuck here it comes” he moaned. Stinger moaned, I knew that that cum was shooting into his mouth. The wood creaked as the man was pushed back into it more. I slowly pulled my cock out of his hole. Then dropped down to lick his crack, making sure that there was not cum and hiding the wetness with my spit. “Oh fuck” he moaned. Stinger pulled of his cock with a pop and stood up. The man quickly pulled his jeans up and left. Stinger then dropped down and we kissed through the glory hole, swapping the man’s cum load back and forth between us. “Did you stealth the man” Stinger asked me. “Yeah - I’ve been a very naughty boy” I said laughing. Stinger laughed then started to kiss me again. I pulled back and said: “Now get the fuck out, I need some cock” He quickly left the room. Within seconds the door clicked open and I watched a new man come in. I turned and presented my hole to the glory hole. “Someone has you trained well, you fucking faggot” “Yes, Sir” I felt a sharp object running around my hole. “Got a high viral, med resistant strain for your hole and it need to get in your blood to do maximum damage” I just pushed my hole outwards which caused the sharp object to pop into my hole. I could feel it scratching up my insides. It wasn’t painful, just a little discomfort. It popped out and I heard his zipped go down. There was some rustling and soon I could feel his spongy cock head, sliding up and down my crack. 
 “Feels like a sloppy hole” he said. Before I could answer, his cock was pushing into my hole. The head popped in quickly and before I could relax to get the rest, it slid into me fast and deep. I braced myself and grabbed a little brown bottle, huffing long and deep. “Yeah, this hole has been used, but still tight around my fat cock” Fat cock was right. It felt like I had a beer bottle up my hole. His cock was thick, only about seven inches long, but was thick. I huffed more, as he pulled his cock back and then slid it in deep again. “Stinger said I was going to enjoy this hole” he said “and he was right” He was pumping his cock in and out, pulling all the way then ramming back in. Each time his cock head came out, I felt cum running down my crack and over my ball sac. I put my hand between my legs, fingers scooping up the cum before it hit the wooden wall below the glory hole and stuck them into my mouth. I sucked on them loudly, watching the glory hole in front of me, wishing I had a cock fucking my throat as well. Suddenly, light flooded the tent outside the glory hole. I could see one of your clowns enter. I watched as the clown pulled his the from to his red pants with yellow polka dots down in front. His hard cock popped out, it was only about six inches, but thick and had a huge acorn head on it. “Quick access, no underwear” he said laughing, “never know when you need to get out the ole hole punisher” I could see his crotch hair around the base of his cock, it was snow white. I positioned my mouth at the glory hole and opened it as wide as possible. The cock in my hole continue to punch fuck me, pulling the cum out. The clown’s cock slowly moved thru the glory hole and into my mouth. When I felt the head him my tongue I closed my lips around it and tongued the shafted right behind the head. He continued to push in, slowly as my mouth wet the cock’s head and shaft. The tip of his cock head was soon pushing against the back of my throat. I moaned as he pulled his cock out then pushed back in. I quickly huffed from the little brown bottle, feeling the rush. My throat relaxed allow the cock head to pop in. I closed my eyes, relaxing as I was being fucked from both ends. The clown’s cock was moving pretty quickly, I could taste pre-cum on my tongue each time he pulled out. The thick cock in my ass was now pumping me long and hard, with out pulling out. “Suck hard, Binki the clown needs to blow” a voice said. I started to add more suction to his cock, tightening my lips around it. He pulled and pushed it in and out harder and faster. I could hear him breathing harder on the other side of the wall. “Oh fuck you fucking faggot mouth cum sucker” the clown said. I could hear something metal hitting the wall as his hips thrusted forward. His fists were beating against the wall as well, banging out his thrusts in. “Oh here it come, Binki’s nice thick load to coat your tonsils” He thrusted his cock in and I could feel his cum ooze out on the back of my tongue. As his cum continued to ooze out his piss slit, I hear the honking of a horn. The fucking clown was honking his cum shot. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Swallow” The man up my fuck hole continued to pound me through the glory hole. I pressed back more to keep from getting pushed forward with his thrusts. The clown pulled out and I watched him pull the pants out from under his nut sac. His cock disappeared. “Gonna tell my friends about your cum throat” he said honking the horn again. The light flooded the tent as he left and I heard him yell: “Throat for cock, slide your cock in deep, no cock or load turned away” I was a bit shocked knowing who was out in the crowds, but could careless if it brought in another cock and load. “Damn you are one sloppy fuck” the man behind me said. “Fill it again, you’re fucking the cum right out of my hole” He continued to thrust in and out of my hole. I huffed more poppers and braced myself for more of his assault on my hole. The tent in front of me went from dark to light again. I watched as a man in jeans walk in rubbing his crotch. “Still hungry after clown cum” he asked. “Feed me” I replied The cock behind me continued to pounds my open sloppy hole, as I watched the man pop the buttons on his jeans. His shaved crotch came into view as well as the base of his cock. He reached in and pulled out his cock and smooth ball sac. His cock was slowly twitching to life, growing longer and thicker. As it lifted up, I noticed a ring going through his piss slit and coming out behind the head underneath his cock. I had never sucked on a p.a. My cock started to come alive again, bouncing back and forth between my legs as it grew. I watched as the cock grew harder and harder. The man’s fingers slowly moved the ring a bit and that’s when I noticed a yellowish/green thick fluid ooze out of the piss slit. Oh fuck I was about to feast on a cock carrying the clap. My mouth watered, my mouth opened wide and my tongue flicked inside the glory hole. I was hungry for this and needed to be fed. I had a med resistant poz cock fucking my hole and a snot cock about to fuck my throat. Pig heaven!!!

Part 30 Steven was very satisfied with the addition of Sebastian to his stable. Sebastian went right to work servicing the company's clients along with video shows and became a very popular power bottom in porn. The crown jewel of the company was finally nearing completion just in time for spring break; that being the conversion of the old, rundown motel into a bathhouse. Steven had already begun advertising the clothing optional resort at several colleges in the cold northern states. Reservations were already pouring in as the final touches were put into place. The exterior of the building was now closed off so nothing could be seen from the street. The pool was enclosed to include a retractable roof with the rooms right off the pool to be used for daily rentals and the rooms on the second floor above the daily rentals were opened up and created into a dark maze. Of course there were hidden cameras throughout the property to catch all the action. Everything was set as the designated opening week was quickly approaching. Steve even made sure to have his boy's schedules clear since he was going to need them to help poz the unsuspecting spring breakers. As each guest registered they were given a survey to complete to (as they were told) match them with other guests for fun activities. The real purpose was to gain an advantage to stealth fuck as many as possible. The rooms were quickly filling along with a nice surprise, group of high school seniors wanting to experience their first spring break. Of course there were plenty of condoms available, each one sabotaged that would have the bottom end up getting it raw and all the lube was a special meth mixture. All drinks were spiked with GHB and the 'alcohol' used had no real alcohol, Steven had it all replaced with flavoring as to fool those who wanted a mixed drink. The weed was spiked with Tina and the ecstasy was his own blend of MDMA and Meth. In no time there were naked college guys everywhere as the drinks began to flow. It didn't take long for the sex to start. Bam Bam had his eye on one of the high school seniors. He could see the kid guzzling his 'G' laced drink and by the look on his face he was feeling the effects of the G and probably some Tina. He quickly approached the kid and started to work on getting him back to his room. The unsuspecting high school senior was mesmorized by Bam Bam's large cock that when he was asked if he's like to go somewhere private the kid could only nod. Bam Bam quickly ushered the kid to the private room area that was only used by employees. Once in the room Bam Bam had the kid where he wanted him, alone with no one to see him get barebacked. Bam Bam climbed on the bed and had the kid get between his legs so that he could worship his cock. With the kid distracted trying to get as much of that monster cock in his mouth, Bam Bam reached for the pipe from the bedside table. Lighting the torch he rotated the bowl as the ample amount of meth placed into it began to melt. Bam Bam took a big hit of the Tina then pulled the kid off his cock for a kiss only to give the surprised kid a shotgun of Tina. After the shock wore off the kid he realized that he actually liked what he was given asking what Bam Bam was smoking. Bam Bam took another hit, but this time he blew a big cloud out while telling the kid, "This is something that will brighten your world, increase horniness and heighten sexual pleasure, want try it?" With the minimal amount of drugs in him already the kid didn't hesitate as his mouth (and probably his dick and ass) made the decision for him as he answered with a "Yes". Bam Bam held the pipe out to the kid as he instructed on how to hit the bowl, when to inhale and to hold it as long as possible before blowing the smoke out. Bam Bam got the kid to do 5 massive hits with the last one being shotgun that ended in a deep kiss. After that last his Bam Bam could see that the kid was flying as he forced his head back on his cock. The Tina aided the kids ability allowing more of the massive 9" cock to press into his throat. Bam Bam took control by placing a hand on the back of the kids head telling the kid to take a deep breath through his nose as his cock reached his throat. As the kid went down on Bam Bam, the hand on the back of his head gave him no escape as it forced him further down impaling his skull on the flesh pole that now invaded his throat. Bam Bam didn't hold him there long allowing him to pull off surprised that the kid didn't even gag once. The kid seemed eager to try deep throating Bam Bam again this time trying to accomplish the task on his own. Just as Bam Bam was about to apply a little pressure to force his cock back where the kid now wanted it to be, the kid's throat opened up and again took the cock down to the root. After a several more times the kid was deep throating like a well practiced slut (a slut about to be bred). While Bam Bam was enjoying the great head, he had other plans in mind. Pulling the kid off his cock he told him that since he got his fuck stick ready it was time to get his ass ready for a ride. He spun the kid around so he could was the home made bareback porn playing. Bam Bam began to rim the kid with deep tongue as he pulled out the meth laced lube and a big shard of Tina. As the kids hole began to open up he began to lube the kids ass. The kid made a quiet comment about the burn as Bam Bam just added more fingers and lube telling the kid "I'm just working to open you up so I can slide my fuck stick inside you and give you what you need, make you feel good. You want that, don't you?" The kid responded by grinding his ass against the fingers inside him as he let out a deep moan. Bam Bam took this as a sign that the kid was ready for one more thing to get his boy puss primed and ready. He took the shard of Tina he had and pushed it inside the kids open ass. The kid yelped out at the burning sensation as Bam Bam used his fingers to rub it into the walls of his ass. As the burning began to morph into a carnal desire the kid began to buck back against the fingers inside his now very hungry hole. He was more then ready. Bam Bam pulled his fingers from the warmth of the kid's ass and scooted up behind the soon to be fuck high schooler. Bam Bam kissed his way up as the tip of his cock neared its target. He licked the kids ear telling him, "It's time for me to turn you into the cum slut that is buried deep inside you. When I'm done breeding you, your ass is going to be dripping cum." By now the kid was panting as his hungry ass was being teased by a very stiff and dripping 9" cock. Through his panting he managed to speak, "I've never been bred before." Bam Bam thrusted his hips forward sinking 6" of his cock inside the kid saying, "There's always a first time" as he pulled back a little bit before sinking the last 3 inches inside the kid piercing his deep internal ring and getting a deep moan from the impaled twink. Bam Bam wasted no time as he began to fuck the kid without mercy. He was up to long dicking the kid as hr knew he was going to give the kid his first (of many) poz loads. He made sure the kid knew the moment he was getting his first breeding asking him, "You ready for my first load? You want me to breed your ass? You ready to get pregnant?" The kid was not aware of what was about to happen to him at that moment but his answer to each question was a load "YES! YES! YES!" as Bam Bam shoved in one more time as he unloaded his poz jizz deep in the kid's ass howling, "Take my dirty seed."

I started a new job in the same city where my cousin was based and he offered me one of his spare rooms, of course I knew all about my cousin and his wild sexual adventures he got up to. I had my doubts initially as I was a straight 19 year old pretty but gawky in some aspects 5'10" with a usual teens body and a pretty nice cock if I do say so myself, but the safety and security of living with someone I knew was the main draw for my reason to take him up on his offer and he was family so would look out for me. I moved in and settled down pretty quickly being busy at my new job and just meeting new friends at work and going to coffee bars to chill out after with them. One Friday afternoon I came home and Kev (my cousin) was busy unloading beer from his car he turned "Hey, you should know I have some fuck friends coming over tonight so you may want to keep in your room when they arrive as it is going to be a bit of an orgy and quite loud.", I asked if I could take a beer to my room and he said of course but don't tell anyone in the family so I agreed. I knew my cousin was HIV so guessed it was going to be a bareback free for all and having seen some of tricks previously they were quite on the rough edge of the spectrum when it came to partying. His fucks started to arrive after we had eaten and I was sat in the dining room with just boxers and t-shirt on, I grabbed the promised beer and tootled off to my room which was far enough away as my cousin was doing okay for himself and had a large suburban house. I drank the beer slowly and sipped on water as well to make sure I didn't get drunk the downside I needed to pee real bad so I plodded down the hallway on my way to the bathroom. I could smell the odour of pot being smoked so I figured this was going to be a hell of a party, I went in to the bathroom had a pee and then decided to pinch another beer without Kev knowing. Sneakily I dived in to the kitchen only to find two guys in there wearing only harnesses and cock rings, one was skinny and tall the other around my height and definitely worked out judging by his muscles, but my eye was drawn to what I thought was a nuclear radiation symbol tattooed above groin attached to which was a pretty large cock. "HEY pretty boy where you come from?" the muscled one asked me, I explained being Kev's cousin and liking girls not boys, they both laughed "Were no boys babe, were all man." I smiled took the beer and asked where Kev was "Oh, he's been snorting coke and high as a kite riding cocks in the office, he will be there for several hours." I laughed and made my exit. By this time I had to pee again so went in to the bathroom only to feel a presence behind me so I turned and there stood the muscle guy "You disappeared without a kiss goodbye, that was very rude of you." I looked astonished at him and again told him I was not a piece of meat for him. "So your straight, pretty and young and most definitely a virgin then?", I was getting uneasy with him being here as I knew I would not stand a chance against him if he tried to take me down, "Yes so what if I am it's not really your business, go back to the party please and leave me alone". He stood there and studied me "You know the difference between straight and gay is two beers don't you?" as he leaned over and picked out a toothbrush from the holder "Perfect tool to use on you" as he placed it in his harness he walked towards me as I started to back up looking for something to protect myself with so I grabbed the towel ready to whip at him. He kept moving towards me so I gave whip with the towel but grabbed it and yanked it forward pulling me with it as he did so he speedily wrapped it around my body pinning my arms and with that I wriggled and shouted at him to fuck off and leave me alone. He started dragging me out of the bathroom and in to one of the bedrooms closing the door behind and pushing me on the bed as he ripped my shorts off, I started wriggling again but the towel had my upper body immobilised I then felt the weight of him crushing down on top of me causing a loss of breath and layed there stunned under his full body weight. "Time to teach you to be nice and leave you with a present" as I felt his arm go around my neck and his face buried in to my neck kissing me and I began to freak out and freed one of arms just as he grabbed it. The realisation was coming to me that there was no escape and was about to be raped. His hips started to move in a swivelling motion as he positioned his cock directly in to my ass crack "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude" I said pleadingly "please don't do this", "just be quiet and be a good boy and I will only rape you once" was his reply. I felt his now hard cock rubbing against my hole as he lifted his hips up and positioned the head he slowly parted me I yelped and with one hard downward motion his cock penetrated me all the way my screams must have sounded like someone being tortured to death as I started thrashing around but his grip on my neck got tighter as he continuously raised his hips being them smashing down against my ass and his cock tearing it's way into my body. He took his cock out as I turned my tear streaked face towards him I saw him retrieve the toothbrush and felt a tickling sensation as the bristles moved pass my ass lips only to be replace with a steady but forceful brushing movement, I could feel it going deeper a and deeper until his finger slipped in still holding the toothbrush and the motion got more vigorous as he was twisting it around. My arse arched up to try and expel the toothbrush but it was no good, his hand was now holding my head down firmly as I finally felt the bristles against my ass lips. He laughed and put the toothbrush by my head so I could see the unmistakable sight of my blood coating each bristly glistening bright red. I didn't get time to think of anything before a searing pain ran through my body as he rammed his cock back in to the battered ass and he began a furious pounding as I let out scream after scream until I was hoarse and couldn't scream any more. I felt the sweat off his body rubbing against mine and the cock seemed to grow even thicker as once again grabbed me around the neck "Fuck baby this is so go dam good and here comes your gift for being a good boy" his hips thrusting harder as if he was trying to break my pelvis and he shouted "fuck oh yes" he grimaced as his body shuddered and his cocked locked in as he delivered his load, wave after wave of pulsing cock and warmth filling my ass. I lay sobbing like a baby as he kept his dick in side me grinding his hips to make sure he left with the one gift I would never forget. He pulled out wiped his dick on the duvet and let me there crying and coming to terms with what had just happened.

Last week I was really horny at work, so I started chatting with some sluts on the hook up sites. 1 of them, a young 23 year old bottom told me a buddy of mine fucked him 2 days ago and that he wants a 3some, where we both breed him. According to our previous chatts, the bottom is a slut, who is constantly cheating on his bf with his own brother, father, any guests or cooworkers at the hotel he works at and a dog occasionaly. He wanted to get breeded in a public toilet, like the cheap whore he is. So we set up a meeting during lunch. Unfortunanetly the toilet was being cleaned when we arrived there so we had to move the 3some. We went to his appartment building, but since his appartment wasnt free we agreed to fuck him at the bottom of the staircase. Firts the slut was sucking our cocks. Then i proceed to fuck his ass while he was suckung on my buddys cock. My buddy suprised him by pissing in his mouth ?. Soon after my buddy positions himself behind me and enters me raw while I am fucking that slut. I live being in the middle so I cum soon in the bitches ass. My buddy then breeds the bottom too, enjoying the feeling of my pozz cum on his neg dick. After we leave that house we are both messaged by a asian slutty boy, not far away. We go to his hotel withon 10 min. The asian boy ( around 23, pozz, student) wastes no time to undress us. We made out and he is sucking my buddy while i rimm that juicy hole. Soon my buddy starts to fuck the asian guy and I make out with both of them. After my buddy breeds the asian guy I enter that cummy hole and soon my buddy is fucking me while I fuck the asian. I breed him in no time and go to shower while my buddy gives the slut 1 more load. As my buddy is showering I decide the bottom was a good boy so I help him cum by fingering his sloppy cummy hole and playing with his nipples. Alltogether a decent lunch break ?

I don't often get the chance to visit London but when I do I like to make the most of it and this was certainly true on Monday. I had already booked a hotel room for Monday evening so I could be ready for a conference meeting on the Tuesday. I advertised on BBRT that I would be hosting a hotel gangbang but only got 3 replies and of those only one confirmed, hmmm not really a gang bang so I cancelled the party and got back on line and quickly found a hook up that wanted to come visit me in the hotel. A rather well endowed black guy turned up and after the usual preliminaries we started to fuck, and could he fuck, after about 5 minutes my arse was so his and I was really feeling his throbbing cock rubbing the insides of my anus and making me precum. He eventually came and deposited a nice load deep inside me. After refreshments and chit chat we went at again and again, three times he fucked me long and hard then he had to leave. Well the night was still young so I got myself ready and walked to the Vault for naked night. There was a good crowd of mixed guys and I soon immersed myself in amongst the crowd getting fucked almost immediately bent over one of the barrels in the play area. After this an Arab looking guy took a fancy to me and fucked me with his nice cock for a while before we both got hot and needed some cool air. He later found me round by the cubicles and had me bent over in the corridor fucking my arse and soon I also sucking a juicy cock, meanwhile the Arab guy was offering my arse around and I'm pretty sure there were two takers before he finished off by cumming in me. Well I thought that was that and was winding down when I was hit on again by a scrawny guy with mediocre cock and I thought why not, lol. And that was it for the night. Next day I went to the conference and it finished earlier than I expected so made my way to Chariots Vauxhall where it was bloody slow to be honest but still managed to get fucked and loaded twice more before having to head for the train and home. So all in all, not a bad 24hrs in London all bareback with no sign of anyone wanting to use a condom...

Saturday lunchtime I headed out of the flat to meet friends at our annual pride festival. I was only 26 a late bloomer for a gay person and unless you knew me you would never have known, ordinary down to earth fit in the crowd type of person, or I was until Joey came along bringing two worlds crashing in to one. Meeting with my friends we wondered in to the festival, I noticed a skinhead friend of mine from North London sat down with around 10 other guys, he waived me over and started introducing the guys he introduced me to the skinhead on my right as Joey from Toronto but living in London. Joey had a shaved head and wore bleached jeans with braces and a white t-shirt as well as DM boots, he was around 5'8" so only a little taller than me and in his middle 40's but what stood out was his body as it was compact with zero body fat and defined to the point that he had been chiselled out or a piece of marble. He wasn't built like a brick house but due to there being no body fat you noticed the muscles everywhere. Joey and I chatted a bit and he told me he was heading over to Chelsea later for a party. I said my goodbyes and went to join my friends, by 6pm I had had enough and managed to work my way towards one of the exits. To my surprise I bumped in to Joey "Hey how has your afternoon been?" he inquired, "yes it was okay had a great time listening to the acts on stage and browsing around, are you off to your party in Chelsea now?" I replied, "Well sort of I do need to go but I feel dirty so heading home to shower and freshen up a little", he went on tell me he lived in east London which even I knew was no mean feat getting there and back over to west London. I offered Joey the opportunity to shower at my place as it was on the way to Chelsea he thanked me so we headed off. I showed Joey the bathroom that lead off my bedroom and said he could change here as well, by now it was 8pm and Joey said he was not in any rush as the party wouldn't start until midnight at the earliest. As he got undressed I was drawn to his physique and his cock where I could see a PA peering out under his foreskin, he didn't miss a trick and noticed me, "I only had it done 10 days ago and haven't shot my load since I had it done" to much information I thought. He continued looking at me intently in the eye and he moved has hands over my smooth body with caressing tender strokes before he kissed each of my nipples and slowly worked his way up to my neck. My body shuddered as it if being woken up by electrical surges and slowly I was being undressed until I stood naked eye to eye with him, I felt his 8 inch thick cock slip between my thighs as he slowly moved his hips back and forward I felt the piercing and every now and then the moistness of precum was being rubbed in between my thighs. With his tender caressing he moved his lips towards mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth sensually exploring my mouth my reaction was natural and responded to his kissing. We were locked together in a loving embrace as I started feeling my body being twisted and those lean arms were now wrapped around my chest as he continued to kiss me, "kneel on the bed" I moved forward to the bed "on all fours", a I did so his hands grabbed my hips and he pushed me down slightly so that my hole was aligned to his cock. He pulled my ass over the edge of the bed and realigned his cock. The feeling of pure arousement and desire overwhelmed me as his pierced cock nudged at my hole then without any lube or spit he pushed his cock head in to my hole, my head raised up and I let out a moan of pleasure and with that he began pushing the rest of his cock deep inside me. He Held his position and slowly made a couple of thrusts before withdrawing from my arse with only the PA still in my hole. "That feels good" he said as he pushed all 8 inches back in and again the sensation of electricity coursed through me, slowly he started fucking with gently strokes all the time holding my hips tight against him. Gradually his pace quickened with deeper thrusting movements his ball sack slapping against my arse with a thudding sound, my body was quivering all other. This was a man who knew how to get his bottom to enjoy sex. After what seemed an age I was starting to feel discomfort by the relentlessness of his thrusting "enough Joey" I pleaded but he ignored and ramped up the speed, "Fuck" I shouted as my load shot all over the bed, he continued with determination then jolted and moaned "uuhhh, breeding your arse bitch", with that his hands dug in and gripped me so hard as he held me deep on to his cock. He collapsed on top of me and as he did so he ground his hips deeper and deeper to push the seed further inside my body. He pulled out slapped my ass and kissed me then went for shower, I sat on the bed and realised that I had just performed unprotected sex with a complete stranger I rubbed my hole but there was nothing there just a bit of soreness so it had the appearance nothing had happened. Joey came out of the shower dried himself and got changed and went on his way to the party. A couple of months later one afternoon I was on line chatting to friends when I saw a message box open from a guy calling himself FITPOZSKIN, I looked at the profile it had a body pic and I recognised it immediately as Joey. "Hey, have you been tested for HIV after I fucked you?" he asked, "Yes about a week ago and it came back negative" was my reply, "That won't do I must be loosing my touch I'll come over and spend the night with you". My initial thought was no I can't take the risk, but my body wanted him again so yes I wanted him to come over. He fucked me in the same position as before only this time after he bred me he pushed me down on to the bed to really work his seed in to my hole. Over the next 4 hours his cock remained in my arse and never lost his erection as he bred me multiple times. The following morning I realised without any intention I had become a bug-chaser.

All I can add is that a very loving and emotionally committed relations is possible. For my own example, my now husband and I have been together as a couple for 32 years. We've been legally married for 2 years. We couldn't be a better match in every single instance in our relationship with one exception. And that one exception is a big one. We just don't "click" sexually with each other. We're affectionate. Love each other deeply. Totally devoted to each emotionally. But sexually, it's never worked. We've even stopped having sex with each other many years ago. We discussed opening the relationship to have other join us. But, for him, that's unacceptable. What over time, we've finally decided on a "don't ask, don't tell" situation. He's jealous if he knows any particulars. I'm not so jealous. In fact, I'd get off watching some hot top fucking my husband. But, what works for us best is to just do our sex play with others, on the side. Our only rule is that this outside play is just that, "play". No other "romantic" relations are allowed. Just NSA sex partners. And that it has to happen in a way that doesn't interfere in our relationship. I do not bring others into our home. I play mostly when I'm traveling for work. When I'm home in Las Vegas, I play with others when it's not taking "our time" away from us. So, I don't leave him home to go play with others. I'll only play when he's out of town or he's at work. While I wish we could be more open about it. This is what we've come up with that we can both agree and it works. I've had some very long term friends with benefits and fuck buddies. But I just won't take those relationships any further than sex friends. Each couple has to find their own way to deal with sexual compatibility. Each couple will handle it differently. But, if I were you, if I found someone that seemed perfect in every way except sexual, I'd work on whatever alternatives you as a couple could invent to make it work. Good luck to you!

what a gift. thank you! More please, Sir, may we have some more?

Hey guys... i like to party hard in the weekends... working two jobs, i have little time during the week, but in the weekends i like to go hard and enter full slut mode.. last weekend was memorable again.. i actually didnt plan anything, but hey... once a slut, always a slut.. I was at home when a regular buddy texted me.. he was on his way to a party and wanted to drop by and drop a load. He is this cute black guy, been fucking me for 2 years. He came and since he was in a hurry, he fucked me right away and shot a 5-day load in my ass. After that another regular texted me, also a black guy. he has this huge dick (true BBC) so i went to his place right away. I told him I had been playing with my ass (didnt tell him about the load inside) so i was open.. he always leaves his door open, so I entered his house, undressed and laid down on his bed, waiting for him to enter the room. He is an awesome top and shoots loads. after some 20 minutes of fucking he bred me good. Went back home, got a message on grindr from another black guy with a huge dick.. also a regular. I told him I had just been fucked and loaded. he actually doesnt want to bb me, but once again he couldt resist (he always ends up raw in my ass, not leaving it untill he has cum) . I was on fire. after he left i went back on grindr and one of my beighbours (black brazilian guy) needed to cum. usually he only wants to get sucked or fuck safe, but the last three wimes i went to his place he fucked me bare... 10 minutes later i had load # 4 in my ass.. ( he knew about the other loads) . i went to sleep and woke up with a sloppy and hungry ass.. Another regular texted me, he asked if I got fucked and loaded last night.. I told him i had 4 loads in my ass which turned him on.. he assked if all the tops were black... when he found out they all were, he came over immediately. he is this horny black african guy, thick dick. while he was fucking me, a lot of cum left my ass.. so slutty.. turned him on and he refilled my ass with his big load... Short break after that... Later on Sunday (still carrying all the loads) i went to a cruisingbar in Amsterdam. continued slutting around like the whore I am. Ran into some old fuckbuds and told a guy on planetromeo i was gonna be there. the Romeoguy was the first there to fuck and breed me. SHort guy, big dick. After him there were 6 more tops that filled my ass and I got to swallow 4 loads... Yeah... the weekend was fucking sleazy....

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

I love to get drunk, but I've never been a huge 'party girl'. If I do go party and I go home with someone, I'll at least play safe. I'm not even on birth control and I'd prefer to not have any STD's. I thought I should disclaim that so you all know what happened last weekend was quite out of my character. As I'm in college, there are loads of frat parties all over the place. A friend of mine, Laura, had just been dumped so I figured I'd find someone to cheer her up. We were both dressed to try and send out 'fuck me' vibes. I wore a black miniskirt with a tight green top that didn't leave much to the imagination. When we got to the party, I lined up 6 shots for us, 3 each. I called Laura over so we could get the party started quickly, but she already found some guy to hang out, and she wasn't even drinking yet! I took a couple while waiting for her, but within a few minutes she left with the guy. Not wanting to waste good alcohol, I downed the rest. A few guys had tried to make passes on me at this point, but I'd waved them off. After Laura left I started feeling jealous though. I'm normally the one that gets the guys, like if I wanted I could fuck pretty much anyone at any time. She shouldn't have found someone that fast when I was standing right there. I was still in the kitchen with a strong resting bitch face when Larry, one of the frat boys that lived there, came over. "What's wrong sugar?" he asked, "Don't you know this is a party?" I didn't know Larry, and I wasn't sure what kind of pick up line that was, but I wasn't in a mood to wait and I figured it might be nice to only have to go upstairs for a fuck rather than to some strangers house. I smiled and talked to him for a bit. As I was getting progressively more flirty, Larry started getting more handsy. I laughed at his jokes and he'd casually lean in a little, putting a hand on my thigh. I returned the lean and he slid his hand up my skirt and grabbed my bare ass. He handed me another drink which I graviously accepted. "So I take it you want to fuck?" he said. I just giggled and moved my hand to his crotch. "Listen, I know you probably expect to go upstairs, and we can, but wanna do something a little more exciting instead?" "What." I slurred out. "Lets make it an exhibition. I want to fuck you in front of everyone here." I was a little far gone, but I knew this was a bad idea. It wasn't a huge college and pretty much everyone would know. I tried to decline. "What if I pay you? $200?" he said. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was also broke. Still, I knew sober me enough to know that I would regret it. Though it would be fun... I told him I couldn't because I wasn't sober enough and I didn't want to risk anything, especially since I wasn't on birth control. "No birth control huh? Well how about $100 for a blowjob right here." I love a good cock as much as the next girl, and there wasn't anyone else in the kitchen right now, so I acquiesced. He kissed me some more while unbuttoning his jeans. He pushed me down to my knees and slid out his long john. I was already fairly horny, so I went to work on his prick. While I was working, he reached down my shirt and unhooked my bra, then slid his hands around me shirt to play with my breasts. He started sliding up my shirt until it was around my neck. Eventually, he pushed me off my knees backwards so I was sitting on my ass with my back against a counter. He handed me another shot which I gladly downed. "Hey so I'm a gentleman, so I can't just make this about me. Let me eat you out so it'll be fair?" I was sopping wet at this point, but I didn't want to be naked in the middle of a frats kitchen. Anyone could walk in at any time. Before I could say no though, he was already kissing me. He reached down to my skirt and started sliding it down. I tried to protest but he was kissing me and I was too drunk to make any sensible words. Within a moment the skirt was gone and I was in my panties, with my shirt still hiked up to my neck. He started to yank at my panties, but I spread my legs so he couldn't get them off. This may not have been a great idea, as he used the new angle to quickly short his head between my legs. With a finger he pulled my panties to the side and started tonguing me. This tipped me over the edge as my pussy turned into fucking Niagara falls. I tried to hold in a moan as I spread my legs further, this time willingly. I was about to orgasm when I lost my balance on the counter and fell over. "You've had a bit to much eh?" Larry said. "Let me help you." Larry leaned over as if he helping my up, but then just grabbed my shirt and yanked it all the way off. Larry started kissing me and fingering my pussy. I tried to close my legs at first, but he used the opportunity to get my panties off. I was so fucking horny though. Larry leaned in and started kissing me again, while using one hand to finger me. I told him "I can't fuck like this, I can't get pregnant" but he ignored me and kept fingering. My legs involuntarily started to slide open. He was still pantsless from the blow job and put his body between my legs. "upstairs... condom..." was all I could get out between the alcohol and how horny I was. He ignored me again. Positioning his dick at the right angle, he pushed in. I was so wet it slid in easily. He started humping and I realized it was game over, I wanted this. I wanted this so fucking badly. I spread my legs as far as I could and let him hump me. As soon as he started, he shouted "free pussy in here!" loudly. I realized I made a mistake. Within a few moments the room was filled with frat dudes. I knew sober me wouldn't want everyone on campus to know I'm a slut, but I didn't care. This was hot as fuck. Everyone watching. I almost lost control completely, but I managed to remember one last thing. "Please pull out! I can't get pregnant." The frat boys around us laughed and cheered at that. the cheers worried me but I was gone now. I had lost all inhibition and started moaning like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around Larry as he picked up the pace. I felt him starting to expand. I was thinking 'no not yet, I haven't orgasm'd!' but it was too late. Larry grunted as I felt hot liquid fly into my pussy. 'Fuck' I thought, now I had some strangers cum inside me, and lady blue balls, and there were at least 30 frat guys standing around me cheering. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. I wasn't even sure if I could walk yet so I really didn't want to try and walk out. Unfortunately, I wasn't even given the opportunity. Within a few moment I felt another guy climb between my legs. I tried to close them when I saw that he was also not wearing a condom, but he was already there. I was so close and I had already had guy cum inside... what's one more? I spread my legs again as he inserted his prick. This guy wasted no time as he started jackhammering my pussy. I didn't mind as I was already revved up to max. The guys around me were cheering and some of them came to grope my breasts as the guy fucked me. Their intrusion and total lack of respect only made me wetter. I was being fucked by a second stranger, without a condom, while more strangers groped everywhere. As this guy got faster I was getting close too. I felt him expand and I was almost there, but no luck. This dude also exploded too early and I wasn't quite there. I closed my eyes in disappointment once again. This time I was SOOOO close. I reached my hand down to see if I could do the rest myself, but my hand instead met another penis. This huge guy was climbing on top of me. I realized I was about to have 3 dicks in me in one night. The pregnancy might be unavoidable, but all the STD's these frat guys must have... I asked "are you clean?" and the guy just smiled. I tried to stand up, but he shoved my back down. "Okay one more guy" I said, determined to orgasm. This guy was bigger than the last two and wasn't as fast, but his cock was fucking massive. I could feel it bottoming out my vagina. The big dude put his hands around my throat and said "You like that? You being a cum dumpster?" Fuck, I didn't want to be a cum dumpster, and I didn't want a random guys kid in me. At the same time... it was the fucking hot. This guy was in total control and I was powerless. I was moaning again. He asked "want this cum? You want this cum bitch?" I replied "just don't end soon..." desperately seeking this orgasm. The big guy started to get faster, slamming me into the ground with every hump. I felt his prick expand, I knew another guys semen was about to enter me. The thought sent me over the edge as I started screaming in total ecstasy. The guy howled as he came, shooting jets of his cum inside. After he got off I knew I had to get up fast if I didn't want another guy to climb on. I sat up and looked at my pussy. It was covered with semen. I didn't have time to look though as I needed to get out soon. I spun around to my knees and tried to stand, but another guy pushed me back down. 'Fuck' I thought, I forgot how much I loved to be taken from behind. The guy nuzzled his dick up to my hole. Without entering, he leaned down and whispered "this isn't a rape... want me to fuck you?" I wasn't sure I wanted it, but as his prick pushed further I realized I was still horny as fuck. I moaned, he understood the reply. I realized it was too late now, if I was going to get something I was going to get it. I'd at least fuck to my hearts content until then. Over the next hour or so I must've taken every load in the house. After a point I couldn't even orgasm anymore, I was just satisfied to take another load. After the house had there fill, I just stayed there. I was too tired to move and they just left me on the kitchen floor. The next morning I woke up in the same spot. I put my clothes back on and started to move to the door. Before I got out though. Larry found me. I started walking faster to get out, but he grabbed me and started kissing my neck. I bent over against the wall for him and he lifted up my skirt to pull down my panties. I had taken so many loads, another from the same guy wouldn't matter, and I was somehow horny again. He lasted a few minutes this time before cumming. "Thanks for the hole, cum dumpster." I guess that's all I am now. Since then, it's proven true. Everyone I know heard what happened and treats me differently. Guys invite me back to their room, or just take me wherever they find me. I can't say no anymore. It's not that I want to say no, because I don't, I LOVE sex. I know it's a bad idea, but I've fucked so many guys now that I can't control myself. I'm just a hole to be used.

You’re the young dark-haired man...the one from my dreams that defiles me with your eyes! I cannot resist your lewd commands. I fall back and lie helpless...hopeless...as you remove my clothing. I cry as you roughly enter me...your slow rutting gains speed and power...my nostrils are filled with your goatish stench. I want to cry aloud as your pronged organ starts to spasm deep inside me...filling me with spurt after spurt of AIDS-tainted Demon Seed. Even now, I can feel that noxious sperm beginning to multiply within me...taking me over...claiming my soul for the Dark Lord! You bite into my neck and then I feel your lips brush against my ear. “I claim you for my Master. Acknowledge Him!” I no longer seek to resist. A strange calm has enveloped me. It’s as if the meaning of life had suddenly been made clear to me. Your teeth find one of my nipples. New and wonderful words issue from my mouth, “Hail Sarah Palin! I am YOURS!” As you continue to gnaw on my flesh, I can feel your tail as my legs wrap around your waist. I pull your head up by the horns and my lips fasten greedily on yours. “Again,” I breathe. “Take me again! Pollute me with your unholy seed! Sarah Palin...I am YOURS!”

My boyfriend was molested from age five to fifteen by a cousin and his uncles. They all made him give them BJs. Unfortunately, I don't know much details about it because he (rightly) suspects its a turn-on for me to hear about him being used by them. I've gotten him to start talking about it a few times, but then I ask something that gives my excitement away and he gets pissed and won't say more. It is a traumatic experience for him and he doesn't like thinking about it. We talked in the evening and it kept him sleepless afterward. He is a total bottom and gets the biggest hard-on sucking my cock and cums soon after I start fucking him. But he never initiates sex and I always have to push him a bit. In earlier relationships I know he had to endure some beating - and I'm totally nonviolent and spanking etc. doesn't do anything for me. Sometimes I wonder if he would like me to force him to service me or get fucked by me without consent - but don't know. It would be a turn-on for me! I want to make him my submissive slut (in bed only), but I'm worried he will think I don't love him, just want him for sex - he is quite insecure about that. And I really do love him - a lot! Thoughts and advice most welcome!!

I’m a fucking horny top, 28 yo, always ready to unload my balls in some hungry mancunt. As you might have read on here, I enjoy real sluts. I mean the dirty ones, the ones whose hunger for cocks dictate their lives. The ones who are ready to be pounded by any men, no matter how they look, nor how old they are, who are enjoying being used as cumdumps. The ones who are craving for loads even if they’ve just been bred by dozens of tops, and whose dream is to become a public 24/7 cumdump in some sleazy bathhouse or at some Master’s house. Well, you picture the kind of faggot I’m into. Few days ago, I was fucking horny, as it often happens. I remember I used to chat with that guy on some hookup website. He was a hungry bottom, had a nice bubble ass, but I remembered he told me about one of his friend, who according to his words, was “the sluttiest person he had ever met”. He told me about that slut’s past, how early he started taking dicks, missing classes to get loaded by men in the woods, or in public area. Later cruising the bathhouses, spending every weekend there in need for cocks. God I wanted to try out that slut! I contacted that guy, asking about the slut’s availability. “Well we’re Saturday night, he must be at the sexclub, taking dicks as usual, I couldn’t think of any other places where he could be”. Luckily the club wasn’t too far from my place, although I would have been ready to drive a few hours to dump a load in that dirty whore. I had pictures of that whore from his friend. So when I arrived at the club at around 01:00am, I immediately recognized him in the darkroom, laying on the sling, being pounded by some dirty old man. Fuck! He wasn’t even blindfolded and was enjoying the ride, moving his hips around that grandpa’s dick, sticking his tongue out. Two other men were waiting their turn to breed the slut. I waited in line, stroking my cock, as the old man finally came in that dripping butthole. When he pulled out, I noticed the floor was well covered in cum. That pig must have been taking cocks here for a few hours now. “Who’s next?!” he’s asking. When the first guy in line approached, he said “yeah daddy, come on, breed my faggot hole. You’ve seen me taking that old dirty dick? Yeah? Fuck me hard, push all that old man spunk in my guts”. This must have turned on the top so much, as he unloaded his balls within 3 minutes! “Next!” The guy before me immediately put his dick in that wet pussy. He was very rough. The sling was shaking, and the whore was provoking him “Fuck yeah! Pound me harder daddy. Make me feel your fucking dick, I can’t even feel it! Come on! Wreck my dirty ass! Man!!! Fuck me!” The pounding lasted at least 10 minutes. He was really destroying that pussy, and the slut was really high on it. The top loaded his semen in the boy’s hole, and left. “Next!” My turn now. “Yeah Daddy, you saw how that last guy fucking me? You liked it? I barely felt anything. My ass is so loose you need to fuck me harder if you want me to feel anything” That wasn’t going to be easy, but that slut was such a sex addict, I couldn’t believe I had the chance to bred someone like him. His ass was wrecked, gaping, a slight rosebud leaking cum. The amount of cum on the floor was impressive, there was also cum on the sling, running from the ass to his back. The smell of cum was so strong it made my cock even harder if that was possible. “You’re friend told me you were here, taking loads. He speaks of you as the dirtiest faggot in the region. It seems he’s telling the truth” I said. “Yeah daddy, I’m the sluttiest around here. You cannot find someone more addicted to cocks and cum than me” he replied, while fingering his hole, bringing his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and licking them. “How many loads you have in there faggot?” “24. All from different men. Wanna add the 25th load in me daddy?” Hell yes!! I was ready for that! My cock was fucking hard, and his ass was sooo wet my dick got instantly swallowed by his pussy. Fuck yeah, that felt so good! I was churning all that cum in the nastiest faggot I’ve ever met! “Fuck me harder Daddy!” I was told. “Don’t ask me twice, you’re gonna regret saying this faggot”. I pounded him hard. As hard as I could get! My dick was plunging as deep as possible, hitting his cum-covered guts. He put his hand on my ass, pushing me against him. Fuck! That slut wanted me to completely destroy his pussy. I grabbed him on the shoulders, pushing my dick in his sloppy hole. He was laughing, staring me in the eyes, “Oh yeah daddy, like that, keep raping my faggot hole, give me your babies”. Even though he said this, I had the impression he didn’t really struggle taking my poundings. I took a look behind me and saw the line growing. Four men were waiting their turns. I continued fucking that hole for another 10 minutes. “Yeah fucking breed me daddy! Flood me with your male DNA!” I couldn’t hold anymore, my dick spattered all the cum that was accumulating in my balls for a week. I must have squirted like 10 times. It felt so good. I pulled out, more cum fell on the floor. “Fuck you are definitely a dirty faggot!” I told him. “Thanks daddy”. “Next!!!” Couldn’t believe how fast he moved to the next dick. He was a hungry slut! I moved away, and the following guy stuffed his dick in the boy’s hole, trying to satisfy that hungry hole. That experienced exhausted me. I needed a break. Went to the bar, relaxing a little while, before leaving the club. Fuck that was the first time I had blast so much cum in a hole. That faggot was incredible! The next day I got a message from my friend, saying the faggot enjoyed riding my thick dick. Told me he ended at 7am, with 38 loads in his pussy, when no one was left to breed him anymore. He emptied everyone but had to leave as all were exhausted, although the slut wanted more. Fuck! That got me hard again. And apparently this was far from his record. My friend told me that the faggot was going to whore his ass out again on the following Friday, trying to get more loads this time. Asked if I were interested. Fuck yes I am! I definitely want to take a second ride on that slut’s ass. This time I’m going to be the last one to unload my balls. I might pay a visit in the early morning. That’s when the sluts are the most craving and the dirtiest.

Had a surprise at bookstore tonight. It was pretty much dead, but I noticed a shy looking guy in back, tall lean, stache, maybe 40. I strolled over near him and nodded. He nodded back so I chatted with him a bit and tried to steer conversation towards sex talk. He didn't take the bait, so I chatted a bit more, and listened to him talk about the snow, and being busy at work. After this went on for about 15 minutes, I decided to just drop to my knees in front of him to see what he'd do. Surprising to me, he finally stopped talking and pulled his cock out. A beautiful 8", not too thick and a plump head on it. I sucked him steady and slow, rubbing his balls the entire time. He lasted about 5 minutes and quietly shot a huge fucking load in my mouth. He stayed put while I cleaned him up, then sincerely thanked me as he left. It was one of the sexier BJ's I've given in a while. As for my load, I fucked it into some nondescript guy I cruised about five minutes later. He was easy, eager, and hell...it was a hole when I needed one.

As soon as I finish this side story, I'll be going back to the other story. Glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. --- Part 3- Without realizing it, I held my breath, waiting for Garrett’s massive cock to enter my hole. “Damn boy, even with stretching this tight boy pussy, it doesn’t want to give,” he said, pulling out the brown bottle from before from piled up towel. Opening it, he took a couple deep sniffs before handing it to me. “Here, sniff these.” Instantly, I knew them to be poppers. Countless porn videos and online stores had taught me about them. I took several deep hits. Moments later, I felt a warmth spread throughout my body. I let out a deep sigh and handed the bottle back to Garrett, and watch as he closed it back up, tossing it beside me before stepping back up to my hole. My heart began to race as I felt the head of his massive cock press against my hole. Pulling out the cigar from his mouth for a moment, he hocked up a large gob of spit and began to rub it around on my hole with the head of his dick. He began to press harder and harder again. I was worried that I would never be able to take his cock when finally my hole relaxed and his thick meat slid deep inside me. I about screamed out at the intrusion and stretching of my ass muscles when Garrett pulled me close and began to tongue-fuck my mouth, distracting me as he slid the rest of the way in. It seemed like it took forever, but finally, I felt his large bull balls bounce against my ass as his dense forest of pubes began to rub against my ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah boy, deep in you now. Doin’ ok?” he asked, pulling away and ending our kiss. “Oh god… yes!” was my only reply. I had loved the feeling of his tongue and fingers probing my ass, but with his huge dick inside me, I felt a deep feeling of lust spreading out from deep inside me. Even with the pain and uncomfortable stretching of my asshole, and the deep ache of his thick member rearranging my guts, I knew I would never want to be without Garrett’s thick cock up my hole. Until he began to start fucking me. Slowly, he began to pull out until only his massive cock head was left inside me, pressing slightly against my prostate, only to be shoved back in again, stroking the swollen gland inside me. We both began to grunt as Garrett began to pick up his pace. I began to adjust to the new sensations of being fucked and filled my ass opening up under the steady assault and its lips clinging to his shaft as he pulled back out again. I moaned loudly as he increased his pace more, slamming me harder. I let out a whimper in appreciation. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation in my ass and Garrett suddenly stopped thrusting into me. “SHIT!” he growled out loud, as he slowly began to pull out of me. Confused, I looked at him, trying to figure out why he stopped. “Condom broke dude,” he said, starting to work his cock head out of my hole. “Don’t!” I almost yelled, wanting him to continue to fuck and stretch my ass out. I didn't want the fun to stop now, just when I was getting into the hard fucking he was giving me. “Gotta dude,” he said, pointing to one of the tattoos on his chest, “Don’t think you're ready to take a load like mine.” “What do you mean?” I said, still confused, looking at the large scorpion on his peck. “HIV positive, bud,” he said, now out of my hole. I felt empty. I didn’t want to stop. His cock felt amazing. And in my sex-filled haze, I made up my mind. “Fuck… Don’t care. Give it to me man! Fill my ass up with your cum!” I gasped out, my voice expressing my need. I had read about guys getting intentionally pozzed online, but even in my curiosity, had never understood why they would do it until now. I needed this hulk of a man’s load inside me. Now. “Shit, boy!” Garrett said, pulling off the tattered remains of the condom from his dick, “You sure? I'm fucking toxic. And like I said before, once I get back in you, I’m not pulling out.” “Please cum in my hole sir,” I said, lifting my ass even higher in anticipation. Shoving my ass down, Garrett took a deep draw on his half-smoked cigar. “Turn around, cumslut,” he said rubbing his cock before stepping back up to the bed, “I want to make sure to plant this load nice and deep up your neg cunt so it takes.” Getting on my hands and knees, I let out a loud groan as Garrett slammed deep into my hole. He continued to rape my ass, blowing his smoke at the back of my head, enveloping me in a haze of thick cigar smoke. Not even an hour ago the most I had done with a guy was a shy kiss in the 6th grade, and now I was riding a massive poz daddy dick and loving every second. “That’s right, slam back on my diseased prick,” he said, grabbing both of my hips, helping me slam even harder back into his strokes. Both of us continued to fuck hard, my hole taking the abuse with gusto. Grabbing my chin, we started to kiss again. Sweat dripped off of both of us, and I began to notice the musky scent of Garrett. It was a smell that only a true man could make, and it made my 18-year old brain swim. “I’m gonna cum in you boy,” Garrett groaned, pulling away from me again and going back to slamming my hole. “Don’t stop,” I moan, “Please. Please don’t stop.” “Last chance boy,” he said, his thrusts becoming irregular, “You sure you want to take my poz load?” “Give it to me!” I yelled in reply. “You got it, baby,” he said in reply, and even though I didn’t think it possible, bucked even harder, grabbing my shoulders with both hands. Sweat dripped from his head and chest as we fucked. In my hole, there was no longer any pain, having now opened completed and taking his cock like a proper bottom boyhood should. “Fuck, knew you were gonna have a sexy fucking hole the second I saw you walk into that locker room,” Garrett said as he continued to pound my ass relentlessly, “But the fact it was a cherry hole made things even better. And now I get to take your poz cherry as well. You ready boy? Ready to take the load that will change your life forever?” “Oh shhhh-it, infect my hole. Fuck that dirty load deep into me! Poz me!” “You're getting it fucker,” and with that Garrett slammed deep into me one last time and shot ropes of cum inside me. I felt every shot of hot liquid into my hole and I was instantly filled with an entirely new sort of warmth. It suddenly became too much for me, and despite not touching myself during the entire ordeal, I began to shoot what felt like my largest load ever. After a long time, Garrett’s cock finally softened and he let it slip from my now loose and dripping ass. I felt a swift slap on my ass, and instinctively my hole tightened up slightly. “How was that, boy?” he asked while puffing contently on the nearly spent cigar. “Holy shit…” I said, rolling on to my back and letting my head fall back, “That was so amazing. I’ve never shot a load like that before!” Crawling on to the bed next to me, he leaned down and kissed me, blowing his smoke into my face again. "How are you feeling about taking my toxic load?" Looking down, he stared down and my quickly re-hardening cock. The talk of his poz cum swimming around inside me was exciting me. “Damn, fucker,” he said, reaching down and grasping my dick at the base, “I guess you want more. I would have thought after a hard fucking like that for your first time you would be down for the count.” Biting my lower lip, I smiled and blushed slightly. “Actually, I’m even hornier than I was when we started.” “Well, shit,” he said, surprise in his voice, “Since you seem up to taking any load up your ass, you want me to find a few more guys to fill you up?” I hesitated for only a moment when pondering his offer, but then I felt a small glob of his thick bug-filled cum make its way out of my gaping cunt, and my mind was made up. “Yes, please.” “Well bitch, since you were such a polite piggy about it, let’s go find something to really break in that new hole of yours.”

2. Condemned There’s nothing you and I won’t do I’ll stop the world and melt with you The warm night air felt good. No, a shit fuck better than that. The night felt like it was groping him, diddling with his brain as much as booty. It felt outrageous being naked on a rooftop on a hot summer night, his first night in New York, with the breeze drying his matted hair. The city lights were so foreign, many lit windows from high-rises off in the distant, like far off stars, like oil tankers out on a black sea. It made him feel he's in an alien world; he is. In alien skin; he is. Time felt fluid, running backward and forward, never fixed. He smelled piss drying on his skin. He licked it reminding himself it's Manetti's stench he's wearing. It's the only thing he's wearing, except his brother's wet jock around his neck. How fucked up is that?! His tightening skin reminds him of how it used to be when he came out of the ocean back home, the feeling of salt drying under a blazing sun. Tonight, though, a full moon beamed overhead. As they clamored over embankments to the neighboring building, he's still rushing with the vulgarity of his thoughts. He’s not expressing them out loud anymore, but they're still running through his brain. He keeps coming back to a memory that a man just peed on him, that he's going to visit someone, naked, someone Manetti calls his ‘Master.’ He has no reference for what a Master is except for pictures in a magazine. It's part of an imaginary vocabulary. A Zeus figure or Mister Universe. More of a cartoon really. He's not really thinking though. His thoughts are like birds that have escaped their cage and flying lost in the air; freedom they’ve never had before and don’t know what to do with. Manetti leading him is the only thing that grounds him to earth. If he thinks at all it only happens in small bursts. Fragments. He's nervous. He sees his dick has shrunk. His balls feel cold and hide, shriveled up inside him. This moment he's nervous. The next he's more excited than nervous. He regarded Manetti' arms. He's still very horny. Manetti had enormous triceps that flexed under the full moon as he pulled himself over the half wall to the next building. Manetti reached out a hand and helped pull him up. The moon had a glowing ring around it. During the last full moon he was looking at it from the rear window of an Impala, made a decision he wasn’t going back to school the next day. Now here he is naked on a rooftop, being led on a dog leash. Life’s so strange; it is. Wait. There's a collar around his neck? When did that happened? Are there other things he's not remembering? The leash Manetti's holding is attached to his collar. That seems familiar now, part of the plan. Wait. What's the plan exactly? Another thought pops in his head while he's feeling the studs on his collar. He gathers some birds together to string out a sentence. Making sentences is hard and takes enormous effort. "This building,” he said in a hushed voice to Manetti, like someone was going to overhear them. “The one we're on. Sir. Walking on. Tink-tink." He shows him fingers like they're walking, like Manetti wouldn’t know what walking meant. "Yes?" said Manetti. They're at the next building's rooftop hatch. "The front door said 'condemned.' This one." Chris pointed downward. He closed his eyes. A picture formed from a few hours ago. Metal buttons. His brother's name on tape. He steps in a puddle, real time, right now, in his bare feet on the tar roof. He's back in the here and now. It's warm, the puddle. He thinks he’d like to sit down in it. A leash tugs him on. He’s never been on a leash before. He kind of likes it. He could see himself being a dog. Maybe a pet for Manetti and his brother. He’d sleep on the floor, he would. His mind is flying off. Wet shoes that squished. He remembered that. He was cold. When was that? "This building," he said to Manetti absently. "The front door and all the windows were boarded up. Like no one’s home." "That's what Master wants people to think." Manetti popped open the hatch and pointed down the stairs. Chris looked in and descended into the darkness. It's quiet except for the creak of the stairs. Chris' heart raced. He relied heavily on the banister going down, but this feeling of nervous excitement, palpitations, it never leaves him, not since Manetti stuck the needle in his arm. When was that? Wet shoes. He's lost the thread. He's anxious to meet Manetti's Master. He’s curious what Manetti's Master could possibly look like. He gathered birds and released them to Manetti. "What's he like, Sir? Master Drax." Moonlight poured from the skylight over the stairs onto their bare shoulders. He can’t see what’s in the shadows. Formless things. Nameless. It’s the drugs that make him imagine things that aren't there, he told himself, but he’s walking slower. Manetti had to keep nudging him forward so he doesn't bump into him. Manetti sensed Chris was having second thoughts. As they walked the long hall, Manetti told Chris the short version of Master Drax, owner of a stable of boys, all kinds, he and Ben among them. A defrocked priest from Eastern Europe, they all, the stable boys, think. He talked to him in a voice you'd use to corral a young colt you were breaking in, inching him closer to the only door down the corridor. "And he publishes magazines, vanilla ones and hard core ones, too. You said you liked them, the ones under Ben's bed," Manetti suggested. "Do you think he know where my brother is?" Chris asked as they stopped at the door. Manetti put his hand on Chris' shoulder, as much a gesture calm him as well as making sure he wouldn't bolt. With the other hand he knocked. “I wouldn't ask him that tonight.” "I like Magnum." said Chris. They heard someone unlatch the door. “I wonder where he is.” "Maybe you can be in Magnum someday." The door opens and Chris jumps, backing into Manetti. *** A very tall, very lanky black man, a bit older than Manetti, examined the two visitors at the door. The young, very white one, was being propped up by the one he knew as Manetti. The man wore only a harness, naked otherwise, and was shaved from head to toe including his eyebrows. A very long, dangling cock gripped by a metal ring had a leather strap running from his cock to his chest, then split out to each bony shoulder and ran down his back. His cheeks were hollow, and his mouth was agape, and each tooth filed to a sharp point. Manetti pushed Chris away, but Chris quickly took a step back again. "Hello, Jamal," Manetti said. "We're expected." "Yes," the servant said, unfazed by the rudeness of scaredy-boy. "He is waiting in great room. This is the new one?" he asked in his faint island accent. Manetti nodded. Jamal appraised the kid with the wide blue eyes. There was a flicker of lust that brought out a grotesque smile. He then turned and led them down the hall. Manetti stepped in front of Chris, annoyed, yanked him along by his leash. Chris whispered in his ear, “The guy’s teeth.” Manetti quietly answered back, “Too many complaints about bad blow jobs so Master had all his teeth yanked out. Has to wear fake ones or nothing.” Chris scanned the crumbling walls as they walked. Pornographic graffiti filled every inch. Men with large pompadours, sailors, woodsmen, with big tits, big butts, and bigger cocks getting fucked and fisted, and were either pissing or spewing cum. Chris whispered again to Manetti, "Like hieroglyphics. Dirty ones." Manetti yanked his chain. "Stop talking." The hallway ended in a large living room. A fireplace, too hot to be lit, was filled with candles. Standing candelabras were also scattered throughout the room. A few Klieg lights stood dark in corners. The room was covered in peeling red paint. Tin plates on the ceiling were broken in areas where water had seeped in. The floor had rotted out years back. Now warm, stale air seeped up through the cracks of the floorboards. Two old black leather wingback chairs faced each other on both sides of the fireplace, a tattered leather couch between them. Master Drax, sipping a glass goblet of some blood-red liquid, motioned for Manetti to take the opposite chair. Chris stood between them facing the fireplace not knowing where to look after the first shock of seeing Master Drax. Manetti quickly spoke: "Kneel, boy. Eyes down." Chris knelt staring at the candles on the lip of the fireplace. What brief glance he’d gotten of the sitting man, was that he possessed the biggest cock he’d ever seen; it's played in his mind. Even Jamal’s ringed cock paled to the black clad figure. "Michael, where is his cage?" Master Drax asked. "Put it on him." Manetti rose and went down on one knee to hook the chastity cage over Chris' genitals. He took Chris’ arms and placed them behind his back. Once the cage was locked, Manetti rose and handed the key to his Master. It was the first time Chris ever had his penis and balls shackled. The metal was cold and constricted tightly around him like a vice. If he felt helpless before, he now felt hopeless. Chris tried to give the Master a fast sideways glance but only saw Jamal who stood behind him. He smirked his razor grin from the sidelines. "Has he at all been hard since you drugged him with, what, methamphetamine?" Chris looked down to see his cock was indeed shriveled to the size of a peanut inside the cage. "Yes, Master Drax. He actually has a nice piece on him. So scrawny, he looks above average." "Really?" Master Drax said in somewhat disbelief. "Tell me, Michael, exactly have you given him so far? A full account, if you would." "Eight drops of GHB, which I shared a little with him to encourage him. His works had point two meth. And a Valium in case you wanted to fist him, Master. He also drank some chem piss but not much. He's a virgin, well, was as of two hours ago. I have to say he takes a good fuck, opened pretty quick after about an hour. His hole was loose when I shaved him, but probably it’s tight again." Master Drax leaned forward and spoke, with a bit of a smile, conspiratorially to Chris. "Michael would make a good pimp for you, wouldn't he? You would do anything for him." Chris stared into the fireplace, not knowing what was expected of him. His right hand tightly clutched his left wrist behind his back. His unease made him dig his nails into his flesh. "Tell me: of all the enhancements Michael provided, what did you like best? You can speak. Look up at me." Chris looked up. His earlier glimpse of the man registered as a big dicked scary old man, a man with glasses, black vest and crotchless chaps. And though he had sat far back in the chair, his huge uncut cock had hung over the seat of the wingback chair. That anaconda of a cock is what registered most and still does. Now that he was able to truly take him in, his initial fear was not diminished by what he’d seen, but now possibly built on it. Bald, random liver spots covered his head. Behind wire-rim glasses, rheumy eyes darted from his skeletal sockets. The glasses hooked around large ears, where black hairs jutted around the fleshy lobes. His stubbly beard couldn't hide severely sunken, ashy cheeks, and in his open mouth there were multiple missing teeth. His tongue slithered over chapped lips, and his jaw had the junky habit of gnawing from side to side that his mother had when she itched for a fix. He breathed heavily through his nose like Manetti did right after he slammed. That nose was narrow and hooked, hung with green mucus extending as he huffed in and out. He saw Chris was mesmerized, so as he removed his vest and touched himself in a manner that a whore might use to attract a timid client. With his vest removed, he ran his hand over large white breasts that hung down to a pair of engorged nipples, each one pierced with mammoth horseshoes of heavy silver metal. He fondled them noting Chris' reaction. A silver pentagram swung on a chain and rested between his sagging breasts. Tattoos adorned his torso and arms. The first image that caught Chris’ eye was of a large dragon, identical to the one Ben had draped over his shoulder with its accompanying tail covering the old man's pronounced rib cage. Words were inked up and down his arms, all in Latin, some spiraled around his forearm, others in bands around his shriveled biceps. Chris recognized some of them stored in a backlog from catechism: Deus, mortem, cazzo, satanas. Though he didn't know what the phrases said, they couldn't have translated to anything good. Mixed in with the words were inverted crosses, a triangle of sixes on his other shoulder, horned creatures fucking, a goat with an erection, a man hanging by his foot. Most of the ink was old, faded, blended into his shriveling skin. There was one exception. A somewhat newer one etched over his hard, distended belly: the same three-pronged biohazard symbol Manetti had. Below his belly he had a vast field of grey public hair. Beneath the translucent hair, a demon's mask, the long, slender tongue extending along the top of his manhood down to the tip where it hung off with an obscene amount of hanging foreskin. Within the wrinkled foreskin, thick yellow spooge formed and crusted. Master Drax inched closer to get a better look at Chris. He was still awaiting an answer. He propped his elbows on this knees to support himself, his hands folded monk-like before him. Chris glanced at the arms. They were heavily bruised with track marks and scabbed veins; one engorged artery still had a bead of bright red blood shimmering. He saw the boy starting at it. He extended his arm. Before he could stop himself Chris licked the bead. “Very good, child,” the Master beamed. "You have proper instincts." Chris felt himself sitting inside his head, detached somehow. He thought he would have been repelled, but oddly, examining him at such close range, as at the same time he was being inspected, he was strangely drawn to the man. Before this moment, if he'd come across him on the street, he might try to avoid him, cross the street. But being scrutinized so attentively by him in this moment, kneeling naked in front of him, he still had fear, some repulsion, yes, but he couldn't deny an undercurrent of desire. The Master immediately pick up on his thoughts, for as Chris gazed down at the demonic mask etched on his pubis, it was evident that an erection was beginning to form. The serpent tongue stirred within the overflowing foreskin, a monstrous snail emerging from its shell. Chris, too, was starting to become aroused the longer he took in man's strangeness. But for him the feeling of arrested movement reminded him painfully and clearly that his dicklet was going nowhere. He summoned the courage to look pleadingly at Master Drax, but he wasn't ready for the Master’s stare that entrapped him. Like a tiny mouse might freeze all functions when looked down on by a giant cobra, Chris froze. Didn’t move, didn’t blink, barely breathed. Master Drax's presence was formidable, a fact he felt deeper than anything he'd ever sensed inside. A bit of urine dripped from his cage that too quickly turned into a stream that fell through the floorboards, echoing floor after floor below. Master Drax gave out an asthmatic, rumbling laugh, coughed up phlegm, pointed to the boy’s mouth. Chris opened it slowly. Master Drax hurled his green phlegm directly into his mouth. He then pointed to the boy’s stomach. Chris blinked, then swallow nauseously. And still the man held him in a awe. His dark eyebrows raised. There had been a question dangling, Chris at last remembered. Birds settling down on their perches. However far his control might extend, Master Drax was able to make him focus. He thought back to what the man had asked, what he'd like best, responded cautiously, "I guess I like the slam, Sir." "It’s ’Master,’ boy," instructed Master Drax without malice. With slight satisfaction of the boy’s performance thus far, he sat back in the chair. The released tension in the room was a pronouncement of having done and said the right things. Having felt he answered correctly, he sat with a bit straighter spine, and said, "Sorry, Master. I liked the slam best, definitely." He was almost confident, an emotion he rarely felt. "And only a point two slam,” he said to the boy, shaking his head theatrically. “I don't know if I'd even feel that, Michael. We'll double that in a bit, maybe five, we'll see. Your name, child?" Chris became alarmed. There followed an awkward silence, while Chris contemplated what a doubled slam, or possibly more, would do to him. He would be insane, would never survive. He was terrified at the prospect, slumped again a little. "Chris," volunteered Manetti, when it was obvious there wasn't an answer coming from the boy. "Is that short for Christopher, child?" Chris' mouth felt incredibly dry but managed to reply, "Christian, Master." "Christian," he said savoring the word on his lips. "A Christian in our house, Jamal." He looked back at his servant who nodded approvingly. "We shouldn't change that a bit, should we, Michael?" Chris had trouble looking at the Master after he proposed the double slam, one so close on the heels of his first. He worried the man saw his fear, read what he thought. To try to deflect, he darted his eyes around the room. Silhouettes against the walls outlined the shadow of a massive wooden slings, a Saint Andrews cross, a fuck bench—things he’d seen in Magnum but never imagined he’d encounter in real life—an examination table with stirrups raised high, a large wooden throne with a toilet seat cutout, and a three foot high cage with an expansive padded top. He spotted a video camera pointing out the window into an air shaft. Across the air shaft he recognized Manetti's studio. Master Drax, it was obvious, had been their audience. "So besides slamming, Christian, what else did you like to do with Michael?" Master Drax played with the foreskin of his growing erection. Pulling back the skin, its head was pierced by a horseshoe P.A. that ended in two sharp points at either ends. He uncovers it to show Chris, then lets the skin fall back covering the jewelry. His erection was already the size of Chris’ forearm, from elbow to wrist. He couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger or how anyone could take being penetrated by it. Just looking at it wide eyed, obliterating any of his thoughts. He knew once again there’s a question, but words wouldn’t form in its monstrous presence. The two sharp points rose out of the foreskin as the beast begins to stand on its own. "He takes a fuck real good," Manetti chimes in to help Chris out. "He took my..." Before Manetti embellished, Chris spat out, "Eating ass. I like to eat ass." It was as if he were back in the confessional, compelled to empty his soul. Manetti chuckled, adding, "Pretty dirty ass, too, Master. Not many guys like to get in there.” "Yes," Master Drax said in a low voice. "Look, the child’s little bird is struggling in its cage. Confession frees the soul, but will not free your cock. You tiny prick is of no interest to me. Stand and turn around." Chris did as he was ordered. "Bend over. Spread your cheeks." Master Drax let out a groan. "Boy, didn’t you ever play with your hole? Boys come to me with their hole destroyed from massive toys. Yours looks like you've never touch it. How tight is he, Michael?" "Tight as fuck, Master Drax. The booty bump helped, otherwise it would have taken hours." "You were able to get in before the slam?" Manetti nodded. "Okay, kneel, boy. You, too, pig.” Both of them got to their knees. "I don't know how much this greasy pig has told you, but I own him and your brother. Depending on what happens between us tonight, I might own you, too. Do you think that you would like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir…Master. I think so." Master Drax leaned over close. The nipple rings swung reflecting light off multiple candles, entrancing Chris, who had the compulsion to reach up and touch the man's chest. He managed, though, at least for a moment, to instead look the man in his face. But as the seconds ticked by his desires won out, and his gaze fell to the temptation of the distended nipples. "You must always fall into temptation.” The boy looked up with a start. Master Drax went on, “Yes, your thoughts are easy for me to read. Your face is an open book. I will rewrite you. You like these tits? Go ahead, touch them." Chris tentatively reached up with both hands and squeezed the engorged nubs. "Would you like yours to look like these?" Chris found himself nodding. "It'll take work. We’ll start you with small nipple rings later tonight. But you’ll have to earn them. This pig here can tell you, I like grinding boys down with their darkest perversions. I like my boys hard, like I like their holes sloppy. Sit," he said to Manetti, punching him in his breast bone hard enough to make him fall backwards. "I require their holes be loose, extremely loose. Show Christian your pig hole, pig." Manetti lifted his legs, his hairy balls falling over his sizable cock, and spreads his ass cheeks for the boy to view. As he bore down he pulled his asslips apart. Soon Manetti's red rectum started exposing itself. "Push hard." Master Drax didn’t raise his voice, but his tone grew menacing: "Harder." The red rosebud pushed opened even further, protruding just outside the ring of his sphincter. Around the edges Manetti's asslips were lumps of dark red and purple ridges. Chris' bound erection was getting very extremely uncomfortable. At first a pearl of pre-cum appeared on the piss slit, Master Drax observed, but as the boy watched Manetti strain to flair out more of his rectum, puffing out into a full prolapse, more pearls appeared. Finally pre-cum began to drool from the boy's cage to wooden floor. Master Drax watched delighted. "Go on, touch it. We'll get yours like this too, eventually. Being so young, your ring will be smooth. It will be a glorious sight to behold, won't it Jamal?" "Indeed, Master," Jamal responded, running his tongue over his teeth. Chris reached over and felt the flesh. Soft, incredibly soft. He'd never felt anything so soft. As he fingered it, Manetti let out an unconscious wail. "You want to taste it, don’t you? Go ahead. Kiss it. Kiss the inside of a man’s rectum." Chris couldn't believe he wanted to kiss it. He kissed it, and after looking at Master Drax who nodded at him, he licked it and pressed his mouth against the prolapse. He went farther, licking around each red pedals, sucking each fold splayed out before him. He pinched the ring of flesh, which made Manetti flinch, and without quite knowing why pinched it harder. Manetti cried out but had been trained not to resist. Chris searched for the center as he pulled the man’s hole further apart with his fingers. He stuck a finger inside and licked around the hole before sticking his tongue deep down inside the cavern. Manetti moaned ecstatically. Chris felt like he was coming into heat again for Manetti, but their roles felt reverse. He began chewing on the prolapse, and as he did his body temperature rose and a fine sheen of sweat glazed his body, a trickle of sweat ran down his ribs. Master Drax looked enormously pleased with the boy. "Both of you, sit," commanded the Master. He sniffed the air. "Boy, is that you I smell? B.O. and piss?" "Yes, Sir," Chris said proudly, sitting straight. "Sir pissed all over me before we came. I drank his piss too. Some went in my butt." "The boy has been homeless for the last month and hasn't showered,” Manetti explained. He gave Chris a quick look of concern. He grew aware something was changing in Chris, that he was more enthusiastic than fearful. "Excellent," Master Drax said reflexively. "Christian, do you know what limitations are?" Chris nodded. "What limitations do you think you have?" Manetti protectively broke in quickly, "He doesn’t do scat or bestiality or..." Master Drax interrupted softly, slowly, but emphatically, "Did I question you what Christian’s limitations are? Whom did I asked, Michael?" Manetti knew he'd have to pay for his outburst. "You asked Christian, Master,” Manetti said, lowering his head. Chris' felt that he, at least, is in Master's good graces and wants to please him more. "No limits, Master Drax." He'd read that in one of Ben's nastier bondage magazines. Realizing he doesn't exactly know what that means, he added tentatively, "At least that's what I'd like to be." Chris saw this made Master Drax reveal his jagged smile. Jamal nodded to Chris. A split tongue like a lizard swept across Master Drax's lips as he contemplated how to start with this near-virgin boy. "Come here. Play with my nipples, child. Nothing gets me more stimulated quicker." He was in heaven. He reached up and felt the Master's chest. Sparse grey fur swirled around his nipples. The boy's hands glided over his drooping pecs. He then dared to slip a hand into the man’s hairy arm pits. He was energized, doing things unprompted he'd never thought to do. With his other hand he was pulling on his cage. There was something in the Master's gaze that egged on his libido. Almost guided him. He felt the wet body odor emanating from Master Drax's pits. He brought his fingers out and sniffed them, then put them in his mouth. "You have a real pig's tendencies, don't you boy? Manifest much earlier than your brother." He looked down at the boy's cage. "Those tendencies will be quite beneficial and financially rewarding for us both. I cater to a specialized clientele, or has Michael told you this? Some with, uh, exotic tastes. Let's free you for tonight and see where your tendencies might lead. Pig," he said to Manetti. "Get up and take his cage off and put it on you. You don't deserve an erection tonight.” Manetti rose and got the key on the table next to Master’s chair. “You don’t deserve this either, but I’ll permit you hold Christian while I rape him.” Manetti released the lock on Chris cage and his small penis started to quickly fill out. Though his own was still flaccid, he struggled to get the cage to capture his ample meat. Jamal added assistance, pinching and prodding until his balls fit inside. They struggled with metal cap to get it locked over the shaft. “Jamal,” Master Drax said to his servant. "Leave him. He'll attend to himself. Please be so kind as to prepare cocktails for these two." "Very good, Master Drax," he replied, leaving Manetti to struggle getting his pecker in the stocks. “And one for Master?” "Of course. Yes. Make them extra hearty, Jamal. Take it from the Czech inventory, not the Mexican. And mix in a bit of Ketamine with the boy’s dose. His hole will never accommodate otherwise." The Master picked up Chris leash and pointed Manetti to the large wooden sling. "In, pig. I want you to hold him as he struggles. He is too bound to you at this point. You will be an accomplice in his rape." Manetti marched over to the sling, climbed in and put his legs through the straps. Master Drax came up behind Chris, knelt behind him, nudging his legs apart. He began fondled him intensely. His hands ran over the thin chest pulling him into himself. His enormous erect blade sliced up and down Chris’ crack, inched up the small of his back till it rested between his shoulder blades, illustrating how deep he would be penetrated. The wet foreskin left a small trace of slime as it climbed each vertebrae. The man felt all the indentations along the boy’s rib cage, pinched the small nipples, grabbed the boy’s erect dick and gave it a slap. His hand dove under his crotch weighing his dangling balls with one hand and feeling his tight, wet hole with the other. It slowly dawned on Chris, far from molesting him for his own pleasure, Master Drax was more interested in assessing him as you would an animal you were about to purchase. Sure enough, the man turned the boy around, pulled down his eyelids, then pushed up his lips sticking a finger in his mouth to open his teeth. After examining inside his mouth, he slid in a second finger, then a third, finally all four and pushed them down Chris’ throat until the boy gagged and doubled over. “No. You will not gag. Open.” Four fingers again went into his mouth as far back as Master Drax’s fingers would reach. He wanted to retch but fought against it. He'd never felt anyone assess him over so thoroughly or felt so dehumanized. The glasses enlarged Master Drax's watery eyes and continued to drill into him, wordlessly inserting himself into him. He felt the man inside his head, rooting around, rummaging inside him for something; changing something here, reordering something there. Master Drax withdrew his slime-covered fingers and wearily got up. He plucked Chris’ dangling leash from the ground and gave a small tug on the chain. As Master Drax led him toward the sling, he said, "Point two, you said? A child’s portion. Are you ready for your first man-size slam? It'll open up worlds you've never imagined. Worlds that will swallow you whole. Where you'll be mine ever after. Are you willing to succumb completely to me so I can show you those worlds?" Chris was extremely agitated, but he knew better than to contradict Master Drax, much less deny him what he knew he wanted. Instead he searched for a way to temper his fear and possibly backpedal a bit. "I'm pretty high now, Sir," Chris said uncertainly. "The first slam fucked me up good. I was saying things when I was rushing, I don't know if I really wanted to do all those things. Not really." Master Drax stopped short, looked at him with tired disappointment. "My fuckhole never says 'no'." Master Drax wasn't angry but he closely examined Chris’ face. "You want me to give you your first man-size slam? I'll ask it again, this one time only." Chris looked over at Manetti for some assurance. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” "Yes, Sir." Chris whispered. Then seeing Master Drax was still holding him in his gaze, he added firmly, "Please, yes Master Drax, slam me however much you want." "And I will.” He finished leading his boy by the leash over to the heavy wooden sling. He unclipped the collar and let it drop noisily to the ground. “Climb up on pig. That’s correct, lie with your back on his belly. I want you to feel it while you observe it." Chris awkwardly climbed up on Manetti, with Manetti giving him a little hand to secure himself in the sling. Manetti's large, broad chest easily cradled Chris on top of him. He felt Manetti’s warm fur on his back, his hairy belly tickling his tailbone. He felt him breathing slowly beneath him. Manetti starting caressing him to get him to relax. Chris melted into him with every stroke of his large hand. He, in turn, began stroking Manetti's sides for comfort. While Master Drax was taking off his chaps folding them on a table, Chris whispered to Manetti, “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I was playing with your hole.” His head tilted so he could see Manetti’s reflection in the mirror hanging above him. “I feel your heart pounding away,” Manetti said to Chris in the reflection. “You can do this, Chief. Remember how it hurt at first but then it got better and you came to like it? Am I right or am I right?” Chris nodded with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “The K is going to help relax your hole. This will be more intense but it’s the same. I promise. I'll be here the whole time.” Jamal came back with three prepared needles and a rubber tube on a tarnished silver tray as. Master Drax followed him over and wanted to know how much Jamal had allotted. Jamal held up four fingers. Chris held tightly to Manetti's side and took a deep breath. Master Drax attended to Manetti first. Chris watched in the mirror as the needle emptied into him. Manetti coughed and he realized the man was burning up, from his chest down to his groin. He felt a wet sheen of sweat instantly coat his back. His breathing was insanely rapid. But what suddenly frightened Chris was Manetti saying, barely audible, "I can take it. I'm okay. I can take it." Over and over. If doing .4 was hard on Manetti, how was he going to bear it? Master Drax said to Jamal who stood passively staring straight ahead, "I'll do myself, you do the boy." "Very good, Master," replied Jamal, breaking into a small grin. He indicated the closest syringe on the tray was for Master. He then set the tray down on a side table. Chris looked up into Jamal’s jaundiced eyes. He saw desire smoldering in them, something he would not act on unless invited. His sumptuous black skin glowed in the candlelight. There was sweat along his strong brow. He wondered if the man had tasted any of portions he had prepared. Jamal smiled at him displaying a mouth missing all its teeth. Blackened gums were now all he had in his open maw. Jamal took up the rubber tube and placed it around Chris' bicep. He felt his forearm and decided on a pronounced vein. Removing the orange cap of the last syringe, he held it at an angle to the vein. Chris noticed that the vial wasn't clear but cloudy with a touch of pink. Jamal peered directly into Chris's eyes, saying softly with his island lilt, "I make this special, an extra gift from me to you." He retracted the plunger enough to cause it to spill Chris' blood into the pink liquid, then pushed the swirling content into his vein. "I also up you to five." The servant pulled out the syringe, released the tourniquet, and held Chris’ arm up in the air. As Chris bucked within Manetti's strong grip, the servant turned Chris' arm out to licked the bead of blood where the needle had just been.

Part 9 "Travis." Said Blake, his voice shaking. "My best friend. "You fucking disgusting piece of shit. I hope you die!" The slut sobbed as he finished the text, my dick just throbbed. I took the phone and texted back. "Please Travis," I typed and told Blake, "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've always dreamt of you raping my ass!" I smiled as I hit send. "Die fag!" He texted back. I had him read the next one. "From Grace, my girlfriend. "WTF?????? You fucking sick perv! Fuck you!" He sobbed harder as I fucked him harder. "From......my dad." Jackpot! He was shaking like a leaf as he read it. "You fucking disgusting, filthy, depraved pervert. You are dead to your family! You sent your mom and sister that sick shit? I want you out of the house now! I don't give a fuck what happens to you! Never speak to us again!" My whore was openly crying as he read that. I just grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. Then I took his phone and texted. "Please daddy. I want you to fuck me. I've dreamt of it my whole life. My big, strong, hairy daddy raping his little boys hole. You can piss up my ass after you dump your cum in me daddy! Please let your friends use me daddy! I'm a dirty, little pig!" I hit send and handed the phone back to the slut. "Father Joe.....my priest." He said quietly. "My dear son. I pray for you." I grabbed the phone and texted. "Father, please fuck me and use me as the cumdump god made me to be. I want your big, holy cock spewing hot cum into my guts. Punish me with a whipping for my sins before you rape me." And so it went. A couple of the guys from the party stopped by to use the whore more. One had a fist in his ass as he read more and more texts telling him what a disgusting worthless fag he was. For every guy, I texted back responses, begging and pleading for nasty sex. Everyone told Blake to fuck off and die. Except for one. Father Joe. He texted back, "Blake. I want to see you. It's important you come by the rectory tonight. 10 pm." I texted back an affirmative. Several men dropped by all day to fuck the young slut. His rosebud just grew more and more. Eventually it was time to go see the priest. I gave Blake a dirty jockstrap to wear, nothing else. We pulled up right at 10 to see a handsome young bearded man outside, waiting. He quickly ushered us into the church through a side door. "You his pimp?" He asked. "Yea." "How much?" He asked, not even paying attention to Blake. "Depends. What u want? You can hurt the bitch." "I saw the video. He said I could whip him." "That was me. But he'll do as he's told. He's high as fuck. Gonna give him another slam, then you can have at it." "I want to hurt him. I want to hear him scream, and beg for mercy." "Since you're a man of the cloth, $100, hurt him all you want, I get to watch." "Deal." The priest led us into the sanctuary where he quickly produced some rope and had the slut tied to the alter, legs spread wide, hole exposed. I gave the boy another large slam and stepped back. Father Joe wasted no time procuring a cat o nine tails. With no warning he let out a primal yell and struck Blake as hard as he could, right on the boys exposed and swollen rosebud. The cumdump screamed as he tried to break out of his bonds, but he was trapped. Father Joe just laid into him, leaving big, angry looking welts all over his back, ass, and thighs. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struck the teen, over and over. Blake just cried and shook, his voice hoarse from screaming. The priest untied Blake, and made him lie on the alter, again tying him down. Then he whipped the front of his sacrificial lamb. His chest, his thighs, his stomach, and especially his cock and balls. Blake was so high and in such pain, that he barely could breath as his cock and balls were whipped almost bloody. Father didn't stop until he was exhausted. Then he untied the broken slut, and swung his legs over the side. The priest then opened his robe, revealing a nice, fat cock. He grabbed the bitch around the throat and rammed his cock in as he choked the beaten down whore. He soon shuddered and bellowed as he dumped yet another load of hot cum into my broken boy. After the priest had finished, he found some old clothes for Blake to wear, to cover his fresh welts. As we drove off, I realized it was only midnight, and we weren't to far from a sleazy bathhouse. I decided a gacked out teenager with a busted open pussy and a body covered in welts was too good not to share at the sauna. My bitch needed more abuse tonight, I decided.

The Graduate Assistant Part 4 Matt woke up to the sun in his eye blinding him and a hell of a headache. As he shook the cobb webs from his mind the memories from the night before came back to him. The drinking, the pot supplied by Jake, and the hours of fucking with his big brother and Alex. He drank way too much and could not clear his head and remember all that happened the evening before. He just knew there was a lot of cum, moans and beers. He got up and as he turned to head toward the bathroom he saw his brother sprawled out on the other side of his bed. Sleeping in the buff on his stomach with is round ass showing. Matt just shook his head and went to the bathroom, took some aspirin and drank some water. Then he decided to take a shower and wash off the layer of cum and sweet he had on him. When he came out of the shower he felt a little better but still had a bit of a hang over. He walked to the kitchen, with his towel wrapped around his waist, poured a glass of orange juice, and started to make pancakes, sausage and eggs. These were all good food for a hangover. As he was finishing up the eggs he was about to wake up Jake when he came strolling in to the kitchen, whistling and not wearing a stitch of clothes. His massive cock just swaying between his legs as he walked. “Hey baby bro, some night we had. That kid is a nice piece of ass and boy can he take a pounding. That smells great, where is my plate?” “The plates are on the table and so are the pancakes and sausage, just finishing up the eggs. It was a fun night, where is Alex anyway?” “He went home after you passed out. He was walking funny as he went out the door.” Jake said with a laugh. “Ah, I see. Well sit down and eat some food, just like mama made.” “I hope not she could never cook.” Retorted Jake. The rest of the morning went on like this. The boys eating, spending the afternoon watching ESPN and other crap on tv while talking, mostly about nothing and very little about the previous evenings events. There were a few jokes here and there and Jake fessed up to being bi, but the was the extent of it. Later that evening, Jake went out to meet some friends while Matt worked on the last minute touches of his presentation for the class he was teaching the next morning and pulling stuff together for his first grad class he had the next evening. His week went by quickly. His class seemed to go well, most of the students were engaged and seemed to be interested in the class. His grad classes were good as well. He liked the professors and enjoyed the subject matter. He saw little of Jake over the week, their schedules where opposite each other and he suspected Jake had found a girl to shack up with. They mainly keep in touch with updates through texts. This was fine with Matt, the last thing he needed was a distraction from his work. On Friday morning he went to the gym early before class because he knew he would not have time later in the day. He and Jake had made plans to go out to see a band that evening at a local bar and he had class and office hours so this would be the only time he would have to workout. After his workout, he went into the steam room and relaxed and closed his eyes and listened to his iPod. He was startled to hear the door open, and jumped as he looked to see who was entering. In walked a Greek god with a towel wrapped around his waste. He was 6”4, blonde, about 21 or 22 by the looks of it, very well defined with a great chest, 6 pack abs, but his bright blue eyes are what took Matt’s breath away. He sat directly across from Matt. As he sat and stretched across the bench his towel opened just enough to see his low hanging nuts and the head of his cock. As Matt stole casual looks at his peaking package, he swore it started to grow. As Matt looked a little to long at this Adonis’s package he looked up and made eye contact with the subject of his admiration. Quickly Matt looked away and laid his head back and closed his eyes pretending to sleep and hoping the guy would not beat his ass. He was startled when he felt a hand on his thigh. Not wanting to see his beating coming he kept his eyes closed. But no beating came; instead the hand worked its way up his leg, and opened his towel. He felt it wrap around his hardening cock. Matt went to look down at him but the mystery man pushed his head back. He simply motioned for Matt to keep his head back and eyes closed. He then wrapped his lips around Matt’s hard aching cock. Matt put his head back and closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob the followed. This guy was the best cocksucker he had ever had. He worked the shaft, head, balls, and taint like an expert. After about 10 minutes of the best blowjob of his life, the man pulled off his cock and started to jerk it. Next matt felt the tip of his cock hit the entrance to this strangers ass. As Matt opened his eyes and raised his head to start to object. The man spoke up, “ Hey man just put your head back, close your eyes, enjoy the ride. Don’t worry I am std free, just tested last week.” With that and the hotness of the idea of fucking a stranger, Matt put his head back, closed his eyes and enjoyed. The man slowly lowered onto his cock and took him in inch by inch. His ass was like velvet, soft and smooth but tight as a vice. He started to slowly move up and down his hard cock. Slowly at first then started to pick up speed. The mystery man started to play with Matt’s balls and jerk his own cock with his free hand. The man started to really pick up speed, and ride him like a bucking bronco. Matt was in heaven, he felt so good. He knew he could not last long, after only about 10 minutes of this expert rider he began to warn the mystery man he was going to cum. This just made the man ride harder and within seconds he was blowing his big load deep in the mystery man’s tight hole. It was one of the best orgasms he had had in a long time. As he recovered from his ecstasy he open his eyes just in time to see the door to the steam room shut as the mystery man walked out. He gathered his towel and walked out. He looked around the locker room on his way to the shower but the mystery man was nowhere to be seen. So, he showered, dressed and headed out the locker room. As he was walking out of the gym he saw a poster from last season’s football team, and standing in the middle was the mystery man. Matt chuckled to him self as he realized he just fucked the star quarterback. This made his day and he chuckled his way to his class.

Austin was quickly approaching his high school graduation. Since his parents didn't have the money for college, Austin was expected too go to work at the slaughter house right after graduation. This is something he did not want; Austin wanted more for himself than working at the slaughter house with his parents, especially since he was gay and needed to find himself. That was something he felt he couldn't accomplish staying in the small farm community he grew up in and living at home, so he set out too find something better than staying in the small town where he grew up. He began to look on-line for other opportunities. He came across an advertisement on Craig's list that caught his attention. It read: WANTED: House boy too help care for our modest home. We have a 4 bedroom home with a small stable with 3 horses & a pool near Phoenix, AZ. We are a gay couple & prefer a gay house boy 18-25. This is a good opportunity for someone who wishes to attend college while working. Austin wasted no time in responding and soon found himself corresponding with the couple. They hit it off from the start and it wasn't long before they were communicating over Skype. The couple were John and Matt. They were 45 and 35 respectively. Both were good looking and fit with muscular builds. They liked what they saw in Austin, who was just shy off 6' with a swimmer's build, blonde hair and blue eyes. As graduation approached Austin learned more about the couple and exactly what they were hoping to find in a house boy. John and Matt admitted to Austin that they wanted a house boy for more than taking care off their home and grounds, but someone who would be interested in taking care off their sexual needs. Austin admitted that his experience was limited to mostly oral and he had only done anal twice, both times he got fucked. John and Matt assured him that if he wanted to experience more that they would be gentle with him and teach him anything he wanted to know. There was one fact Austin would need to know and agree to: the couple didn't use condoms. That didn't give Austin any pause as on neither of occasions he had been fucked did the top use a condom. Austin gauged this was his chance to get out of the dinky little town where he grew up, so he accepted the position. John had one stipulation before he would let Austin move in with them, he had to leave his parents a note telling them he left for better opportunities and he had to call his mother once a week so she didn't worry. Austin agreed and the day after graduation he packed up his pickup truck while his parents were at work, and drove straight through the night and arrived at John and Matt's shortly after sunrise. The couple came out to greet Austin as he was getting out of his truck. After hearty greetings, they helped him bring his belongings into the house and stow his stuff in his room. The room they had for him was very plain, but he was told that he could decorate it any way he wanted. They then showed Austin around the house and finally ended up out by the pool. The June sun was really beating down on them and John suggested, "Let's take a dip in the pool." Austin responded, "Sounds great, I'll get get my swimming shorts." John and Matt smiled at each other before Matt said, "Living out here has an advantages, one is that we rarely wear clothing. It gives us a nice tan." John and Matt then dropped their shorts and shucked off their t-shirts before diving right into the pool. Austin quickly followed them thinking 'It's going to be cool living here, I can't wait to have sex with these studs.' The three swam around splashing about when Matt came up to Austin and grabbed him from behind as John approached him from the front. Just as John began to kiss Austin on the lips, Matt began to kiss Austin on his neck. Austin groaned a bit, enjoying the attentions of the couple. John broke off the kiss and gave Matt a turn at the house boy's lips. This gave John the opportunity to suggest, "Why don't we take this inside." Matt agreed as they lead Austin from the pool into the house. Austin, of course, took the time to admire both John and Matt's body. He noticed that they had matching tattoos around the belly button. It was a symbol he had seen before but really didn't know its meaning. "Great tats you guys have. I've thought about getting one of my own, but I'm not sure what to get or where to put it." John replied "We are sure that we can help you with that, if everything goes well." Austin then asked, "Sounds great. By the way what does the design mean?" "It's a biohazard symbol and it means that we are both positive." Austin knew what HIV was, and how one could contract it. These guys told him that they never used condoms and he agreed to them fucking him without one. He began to panic as he looked the house over, the beautiful grounds and the great pool. He figured that these guys knew what they were doing and he knew that with medication he could live with HIV. He really wanted to be their house boy and never questioned another thing. After his deep thought he said, "Cool! How do I get mine?" John told him, "You'll have to earn yours." "Right on, I'm all yours then. Show me how to earn my biohazard tattoo." John and Matt had a feeling that they'd have him right where he wanted to be once he saw everything that the couple had to offer. Once they got to the master bedroom the couple began to kiss and caress Austin, working him up for additional suggestions. John asked Austin while Matt massaged the teen's shoulders as he kissed his neck, "Austin, have you ever tried chems?" Austin was a little puzzled when John clarified, " Have you ever tried drugs?" Through his moans Austin answered "I've smoked weed and have tried ecstasy." Matt then whispered in his ear as he licked and sucked on his ear lobe, "Are you open to trying something new?" while John licked the Austin's six-inch pecker. Austin moaned louder then he had ever before and without a second thought said, "Oh yeah!" As John licked and nibbled on Austin's hard cock, bringing him near orgasm before slowing down, edging him for what seemed like forever. Austin was now putty in their hands, ready to mold into the sexual toy they wanted. Matt slipped into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with the necessary supplies. As John still worked on Austin's dick, they positioned him onto his back on the bed. Then John moved up Austin's body and simultaneously Matt asked him, "Are you ready to earn your tattoo?" Austin shook his head affirming that when John gave him a deep and passionate kiss and as he did so, he slipped a pill Austin's willing mouth. Matt told him, "Swallow, it's just Ecstasy. It will get you started." As the pill took effect, John and Matt enjoyed Austin's body. Gauging the Ecstasy was in full effect they moved in for the next step that would help Austin earn his tat. While Austin was on his roll John and Matt took a prepared needle that contained Tina along with something that should insure him earning his special tattoo, a mixture off their blood. Austin felt the rubber band being placed around his arm when he asked "What's that for?" As Matt swabbed his arm with an alcohols swab John told him, "You're getting a slam old Tina." Austin knew of Tina and had heard that it can make a guy super horny and able to fuck a long time. He opened his eyes and looked over at his arm as John was about to stick the needle in his vein. Austin noticed the red tinge to it and asked, "Why is it red?" just as John hit the vein and pushed the plunger down. Matt asked him "You want to earn your tattoo, right?" Austin nodded in agreement. Matt continued, "We mixed in our blood so that you will easily earn your tattoo." John then pulled off the rubber and Austin felt his first taste of Tina. He coughed hard several times as he felt the rush combine with the roll he was already on. John and Matt resumed kissing and caressing the chemmed-up young man. Austin rolled his head around as John whispered in his ear "Relax and ride the rush." As Austin rode his rush John and Matt did their own slams. Their slams were no where near what they gave their new house boy. Austin's first slam was a 0.7 while they each did a .0.3 - just enough to get them going and get their cocks hard. As Austin was riding his rush the couple rolled him onto is belly so that Matt could lay back and feed Austin his cock while allowing John to lick and feast on Austin's hungry hole. Austin had no idea how hung these two were, but he soon found out how big Matt was as be began to swallow his hardening, dripping pole. As Austin took the top of Matt's dick into his mouth he felt John's tongue touch his hole. He couldn't help but moan as John placed his hands on the back of the cock sucker's head add he guided more and more of his 8.5" into Austin's mouth and eventually his throat. As John began to work his tongue deeper inside Austin's hole Matt leaned in and asked Austin "Have you ever swallowed a real man's cum before?" Not wanting to release the piece of meat he was enjoying, he simply shook his head 'No'. Matt got a big grin loon his face and simply said "You will learn to swallow my cum." John then began to kiss his way up Austin's back. Austin, naturally, missed the attention his hole had been receiving. Matt kept his hands on the back of Austin's head as John positioned his own hard 9" cock at Austin's hungry hole. Austin had no clue what was about to happen but then again he was enjoying all the attention he was getting. John kissed the back of Austin's neck as he thrust balls deep inside Austin's ass. Matt released Austin's head so Austin and John could kiss. Their kiss was deep and passionate. After they broke their lip lock, Matt leaned in for his own passionate kiss, suggesting to Austin the couple cared for him. Once the kiss was done, Austin needed no instruction and quickly resumed sucking on Matt's cock. At the rate Austin was working his cock, Matt knew it wouldn't take long before Austin would have his first real taste of cum. He leaned in and whispered to Austin, "You're doing a great job. You're about to earn your first taste of my cum. Don't try and swallow if all down at one time. Hold it in your mouth and savior the taste." John had a good rhythm going as he fucked Austin while enjoying what was going on before him. He heard Matt's breathing begin to grow deeper. Matt made sure he had a good grip on Austin's head to prevent him from pulling off before he was done depositing his load. Matt gave Austin a final warning, "I'm cumming!" Austin felt Matt's cock thicken shortly before his mouth began to fill with the stud's seed. He remembered what Matt had told him and held the cum in his mouth. Slowly Matt withdrew his cock from Austin's mouth as he leaned in and kissed Austin's cum-filled mouth. The two guys snow-balled the cum between themselves, eventually breaking off the kiss, at which time John asked Austin, "How are you doing there house boy?" "Oh my god, I feel fucking fantastic!" "Are you ready for some serious fucking?" "Yes please." John took a good hold of Austin's hips before he began to slam into Austin's ass, pulling all the way out then slamming back in again. Austin was in pure pleasure as John worked over his hole. Matt moved in behind his partner so that he could work on John's nipples as he slam-fucked Austin. Matt knew exactly what it took to get his partner off. John changed his fucking to a quick fuck knowing he was about to unload his poz seed inside Austin's neg hole. Austin could feel John's cock start to thicken as he heard his breath begin to quicken. He knew that his life would never be the same from this point on. He knew what was going to happen and felt that his life would be better as this couple's house boy. Without warning John let out a loud grunt as he unload inside of Austin. Austin felt as if he might of also shot his load as John unloaded inside off his hole. But when he reached down to check he felt nothing but a soft, dry cock.

This scene from Sick Fucks gets me every time. Any other vids like this? Amateur would be even better, but anything with this kind of verbal. Love hearing them say they are gonna kill him and obtain his soul etc... When you buy the scene, by the way, its a little longer and more depraved. And that tops face as he unloads... there need to be more scenes like this. http://elfinion3.tumblr.com/post/160902349186/demon-breed-ave-satanas-sick-fucks-6-2667m

True story from Dec. 23rd holiday party. My partner Shane and I went to a friend’s holiday party. It’s a semi-annual event, and always one of the best parties of the year. This year there were around 70 guys attending. There was a small catering team handling the food and bar. My favorite was the blonde waiter; when we chatted, he shared he was a senior in a nursing program and was thinking about PA school next year. The bartender was a muscular guy, shaved head, in his late 30s or early 40s; he was pouring the drinks pretty heavy. I chatted briefly with another waiter, this one a bit shy with dark, thick hair and glasses who was also finishing college, and looking a bit overwhelmed by all the men. There was a really mishmash of guests, ranging from late 20s through early 60s, with the majority in their 40s and 50s. A good cross-section of fit and outgoing gentlemen. I knew about half of the guys from other social events, and a few from prior seasons in Ptown. A few close friends were attending, and I was mingling throughout the night. Shane and I crossed paths now and agin in the house — a 3600 sq. Ft. Home built along the edge of conservation land, so it was nice and private. There was a constant level of flirting and sexual energy in the group; not ususual for one of these parties. Men were casually chatting, rubbing one another’s chest, and breaking the touch-barrier by laying a hand on someone new’s shoulder or around their waist. The buzz in the house was lively as guys moved from room to room, and occasionally out to the chillly patio, during the evening. Around 10 p.m. some guys began to take their leave. I’d chatted with my friends, made some new acquaintances, and even exchanged a couple nice kisses with some new handsome guys. Shane introduced me to a tall, lean red head named Eric, and I chatted with the handsome ginger for a bit before needing to visit the bartender again. There’d also been a slow migration of some guys to the upper floor, which had a walkway and small seating area that overlooked the living room. Guys were hanging out up there, and then disappearing down the hallway. I wasn’t in a hurry to wander upstairs, and was enjoying the conversations still happening on the main floor. Around 10:45 the main floor was growing pretty thin. The last of my close friends that were still hanging around were saying goodbyes. The main floor was littered with empty food plates, wine glasses, and cups. I peeked into the front living room and saw a guy sitting on the couch with another kneeling at his feet blowing him. In the kitchen, three guys were in a tight embrace exploring one another’s bodies under their winter clothing. I decided to wander upstairs and see what was happening there. The master bedroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway, past several other closed doors. The hall was quiet, and there wasn’t much noise coming from those closed rooms. The master bedroom door was opne, but the room was dark. With about 6 feet left to the hallway, I could begin to hear the happy murmurs of men in the dark. There were about 25 guys in the bedroom, a large space with 2 levels — the lower level had a king size bed in the center of the floor looking out a wall of glass into the woods. Behind the bed was a low wall with steps on either side that went to the upper level. Guys were everywhere. From the upper level, I could see a group of 7 guys active on the bed, with one guy laying spread eagle and another laying on top of him. Two other guys were on all fours at opposite sides of the bed being fucked from behind. Around me were small groups of naked men sucking, and I spied what looked like a metal framework in the corner opposite the hallway. I stripped, tossed my clothes behind a chair, and started to wander the upper level to see who was there and where I might join in. The bedroom was filled with happy moans and groans of men sharing sexual intimacy. There were random bottles of poppers and lube floating around, and I took a quick hit of poppers to get myself going; my dick was already rock hard, my favorite leather cockring hugging it tight at the base. My friend Matthew was laying on a blanket on the floor, holding his legs in the air as someone I hadn’t spoken to tonight started penetrating his hole. Three guys were on their knees in the middle of a group of 6 or 7, hungrily sucking one cock after another. The frame I saw in the corner was for a sling, but the sling was empty at the moment — I didn’t think that would last very long. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, just a few candles punctuating small areas of the room, and casting most of the bodies as silhouettes until you got up close. I picked up a bottle of poppers and took a second hit as one of the guys kneeling reached out and touched my cock; I slipped it into his mouth and enjoyed a nice blowjob before he moved back to the guy on my right. I wandered down to the lower level by the bed. The sounds here were more intense — skin slapping against skin, and short grunts, moans, and gasps as men were being fucked in the near darkness. I had to get close to make out faces. To my surprise, the adorable blonde waiter was bent over the edge of the bed being fucked by one of the hosts. The host leaned over as I got close, and made out with me while he kept fucking the boy. There was a bottle of lube and some poppers laying nearby on the bed, and I reached underneath to feel the host’s bare cock sliding in and out of the boy’s hole. I stepped around and knelt on the bed, taking a hit of poppers, sharing one with the boy, and pushed my cock into his mouth to spit roast him. I looked at the other pairs fucking on the bed, and realized it was Shane laying spread eagle on one side of the bed with the red head plowing into his hole. I felt the thrill that goes through me when I see Shane being fucked by someone. He was grunting over and over as Eric delivered thrust after thrust, his body weight pressing Shane into the mattress. The muscly bartender was standing at the other edge of the bed, stroking slowly as he watched two other guys fucking near him; he occasionally reached over and touched Eric’s ass and ran his hand up along his spine. I decided to walk up top and see if there was an available ass ready to be fucked. My friend Matthew was now in the sling with a couple guys standing near, but no one stepping up. I quickly lubed my cock, stepped up to Matthew’s waiting hole, and started to push in. He and I smiled to each other for a second, then he took two long hits of poppers knowing what was coming, and then the fuck started. His ass was incredible warm wrapped around my dick, and I felt the smooth skin rubbing against my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I fucked him with long strokes, purposely trying to have my balls slap against his ass. He started jacking himself, and I picked up the pace as he starting moaning. I went from long and deep strokes, to a more moderate pace, letting the sling begin to do some of the work as it swung forward and back, pulling his hole away from my cock, and then plunging back to impale him again. Matthew was groaning loudly, which totally turns me on, and I started a power fuck, slamming his ass hard as I pulled back against the chairs holding the sling. Matthew and I locked eyes, him grunting and snarling like someone who loves his ass used hard. My pelvic bone was starting to hurt I was fucking him so hard, pulling back on the chains to bring his hole back to me. Matthew grunted and then asked for a break. I stepped back, and helped him up, his lightly furred chest drenched in sweat, and he was gasping a bit. We stood there making out for a few minutes, then he went downstairs for water. I washed off my cock in the shower (I think that’s always polite after fucking someone’s ass), and wandered back toward the bed. There were at least 10 guys on or around the bed, and the energy had become primal. Shane and the blonde waiter was laying on their backs along the bottom end of the bed, with a third guy on all fours beside them. All three were being fucked. Shane was taking the bartender’s big cock, his moans conveying how hot the fuck was. The blonde was giving it up for a silver fox, and the third was impaled on the host’s cock. This is where everything just begins to become a pagent of smells, sounds, and feelings. I jumped onto the bed, and there were others that followed. The next 40 minutes was a circus of mystery cocks slipping in and out of willing holes as tops moved around the bed regularly, I fucked a cute otter at the edge of the bed while watching Shane take the silver fox in his ass, and another guy push his cock into Shane’s mouth. I was just thinking of breeding the otter when someone came up behind me and pushed into my ass. I became distracted by the mystery cock inside me, and the incredibly warm feeling of the otter’s hole. I thrusted forward to bury myself deep, feeling the dick in my slide out to his head; and then pushed back onto the cock behind me while giving the otter a moment of relief. I was caught up in the amazing slippery feelings on my cock and in my ass. There was a rotation on the bed, and I lost my otter hole only to find the blonde waiter sniffing poppers with his legs spread wide. I didn’t waste time taking that beautiful hole, watching the expressions on his face as I began to pump in and out of him raw. A suddenly loud grunting / growling sound was off to my left, and I could make out (through the tangle of bodies) a bearded guy from Connecticutt pumping his load into Shane’s ass. My poppered up blonde was cradling his knees in his arms, lifting his ass up for my cock. I pounded him, shifting my stance a few times to reach different angles in his hole. He vacillated between low moans and quick whimpers as he took another cock in him. I made out with a guy next to me who then asked for a turn with the blonde. I gave myself a quick respite for some water, then returned to the bed. The redhead Eric was back at Shane’s ass, holding his legs wide while he pumped away at the hungry hole. Shane was moaning, and after a few minutes I heard him ask for Eric’s load. The redhead pumped with determination; I could hear their bodies slapping against one another, and felt it in the bed itself. Finally Eric unloaded into Shane, still pumping away to push his load deep inside. I felt someone fingering my hole, but he was a bit too tentative to keep my attention. Meanwhile, the otter was available again, and he presented his hole to me. I decided this was where I was going to finish for the night. I made out with the handsome otter, letting my hardon tease against his hole for a moment before pushing back inside. We found a quick rhythm and made out while I fucked his ass. I felt the urge building inside me to shoot. I looked up and saw one of the hosts bending Shane over the edge of the bed and positioning his cock to enter my partner. “Are you gonna breed me?” The otter asked. ”Fuck yeah!” I grunted. He looked at me with cocklust in his eyes, and I knew I was going to tag his ass. I let the urge build, my cock aching to release, “OH YEAH~” and I let my cum flood the adorable otter in front of me. He started grunting, and I saw his own cum shoot across his chest and hit his chin. I licked him cum onto my tongue, and pushed it into his own mouth, letting him taste his own cum while mine filled his ass. Our host grunted again and again as he unloaded into Shane’s ass in front of me. I got off the bed with the otter, the two of us walking hand-in-hand, I lead him toward the shower. I slapped the host’s ass, “Nice work” and he smiled back. “I’ve wanted to breed that ass for over a year!” The otter and I showered, then snuggled in one of the other bedrooms for awhile. When I finally got up to collect my clothing and boyfriend, I found him showering with a bearded guy from Boston I’d met before. He had fucked Shane in the sling and given him another load. Shane told me later that he’d been fucked by two guys in the sling, taking both loads. If you enjoyed hearing about Shane’s and my holiday orgy, click the Blue Heart and Upvote, and leave a message.

Anyone else totally get off when the TOP talks gutter talk, maybe whispering nasty stuff in my ear, talking about breeding, knocking me up, getting me pregnant, using my pussy, calling me a faggot. It makes me scorching hot.

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

Earlier today, a guy that I faintly recognized appeared as a recommended friend on Facebook. He looked familiar, but I couldn't recall where I would have met him. Then I remembered: He often cruised the restrooms at university and was known simply as "thick boy." He was quite short, maybe 5'6", and had an athletic build (well-defined pecs), pale white skin, strawberry blonde hair, nice reddish scruff, and a handsome face. But, most memorably, he had a very thick 7.5" cock, so thick you could barely wrap your fingers all the way around it. The first time we met, he had responded to a CL ad that I posted, and he agreed to meet up in one of the more remote, less cruised university restrooms. I preferred anonymous understall action, but when I entered the restroom, he was standing at one of the six urinals tucked in the back corner. There as plenty of time to compose oneself if someone entered the restroom through the old squeaky door. I approached the urinal beside him and pulled out my already erect cock. He was standing there in a thin t-shirt and baggy gym shorts, rubbing his visibly hard cock. He seemed really nervous, so I reached over and started to stroke his cock through his shorts. Damn, this guy's girth was unbelievable. After a couple of minutes, he finally pulled out his cock. I bent over and tried to take as much of his thick member in my mouth as possible. My jaw started to ache, stretched to its limit by his thickness. We didn't discuss in advance if he would be amenable to more than a blow job. He wasn't giving me any signals that he would be open to fucking my ass. He hadn't touched my cock, my ass, or any other part of my body for that matter. After several attempts to take a few more inches in my mouth, I knew there was no way I could get him off this way. So I spit on my hand and started to stroke him, occasionally sucking on the tip of his cock. I spit on my hand again and began to lube up my hole. With a firm hand gripping his cock, I quickly turn around and push his cock all the way into my ass. The pain, as you can imagine, was so severe I wasn't certain I could take it. I looked back at him, and he looked a bit freaked out. He quietly said that he couldn't fuck me raw, that he had a boyfriend and couldn't take any risks. He took a small step back, but my ass was pressed so hard against his body that his cock didn't come out. I started to rock back and forth on his cock, and he began to moan. He literally just stood there, letting me fuck myself on his thick cock. He didn't make any attempt to pull out or push me off his cock. So, I started fucking myself harder and faster. His body started to shake, and I knew he was close to cumming. Suddenly he said he was about to blow his load. To this day, I can remember what he said: "I can't come in you. I don't fuck raw. I only cum in my boyfriend." Once again he made no effort to pull his cock from my ass. I kept fucking myself, and then he simply said "fuck" and shot his load deep in my ass. Because of his girth, I could feel his cock pulse as it shot that hot load of sperm up my hole. I pulled myself off his cock, dropped to my knees, and cleaned him off with my mouth. He almost instantly got hard again. Unexpectedly, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock into my mouth with such force that it slid down my throat--painfully. He face fucked me hard for a couple of minutes and shot another load. I would jerk off to my memory of that encounter for months afterward. We met a few more times after that, but he insisted on not fucking. Then one day when I was cruising another university restroom, he and another guy signaled they wanted to jerk off together with me. The other guy motioned for me to suck him, and when I bent over, thick boy spit on his cock and shoved it in raw until he blasted a load in my ass. After that encounter, I never saw him out cruising again.

Glad you got something that works for you. People romanticize the illness at times, but I think most of us appreciate life as long and as fully as possible.

Continue to love him!

Always have a wing man who can handle any situation that's uncomfortable during these scene's.

Just saw this. Young, hot and deep. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57f1ed63832a2

Very HOT, I love it!

I've been lucky enough to have a wingman from time to time - someone to watch the door and replace the empty lube bottles and usher out guys when they've overstayed their welcome. If you can't manage to have someone working the door I have to agree with travelingbi - lock away your valuables as best you can. Your hole will be occupied and you won't be paying attention to everyone who walks into your room - and you SHOULDN'T. You should be focused on opening your hole and getting as much cum into it as possible! ...and by all means, let us know when! We might be in the area....

I did a cum dump party at a motel just off of Hollywood Blvd last year. It was during the week and quite successful. I started it mid afternoon. Got several DL married guys in the afternoon to dump in me on their way home from work. It was pretty busy until about 8pm. Then I had a slow period until about 10:30. Then it picked up a bit. Around midnight to 2am it got pretty busy again. It could have gone longer, but by 2am my ass and knees were so sore, I couldn't take anymore. As for security, I kept all my valuables locked in the trunk of my car. I locked my car keys in my suitcase. And I used a bicycle chain lock to lock my suitcase to the closet hanger rod. Knowing that the room was going to be fairly dark, there could be multiple strangers in your room at the same time and you would be distracted by cocks in your mouth and ass, it would be easy for someone to walk off with the suitcase or anything else of value that was laying around. I do this at every fuck party I have. It's always a risk, but do the best you can to have everything out of view and securely locked so it doesn't walk off. Have fun!

Part 8 Blake was placed on his back, wrists still connected to his collar. The men held his legs wide apart, putting his rosebud on full display. His pussy was a bright red colour, and stuck out about 1/2 inch. Cum oozed out and ran down his pure, white ass, leaving a lovely pink trail. I fingered his bud while he moaned. "Push out!" I ordered. He pushed, causing his rosebud to pulse in and out while gobs of goo filled my hand. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" He did without hesitation. I slapped a handful of his ass goo onto his tongue while I told him to keep his mouth open and push. More filled my hand and I slapped it onto his face, rubbing it onto his eyes for even more pain. One more handful was rubbed into his hair. "That's how my bitch should be. Filled with and covered with niggah cum! SWALLOW!" He did so like a good slut while I rubbed the prickly bristles of the brush against his inflamed, raw cunt. I pressed harder into his flesh, pushing deeper before dragging it across his exposed intestine. He groaned in pain as he flung his head back and forth, almost crying as I scraped the brush over his torn lips, unable to move as the men held him tight. Soon the brush was coated in a nice, sticky goo. I sprinkled some T on the coffee table and rolled the brush in the powder, covering it. I put the tip against his rosebud as some placed a popper rag over Blake's nose. Then I started pushing. Slowly. Giving it a little twist with each push. And it wasn't a small brush. 3 inches around probably, and very stiff bristles that didn't give as they twisted deeper into the teen. Blake screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. But I did not stop until i had all six inches in his guts. Blake's screams died down to a continual low moan as the brush scraped him deep inside. I ran my finger over the coffee table, getting the rest of the T and rubbed it all over his flaming rose. Then I grabbed the handle and pulled out the hairbrush in one fast tug. Blake screamed like he was possessed as the men held him tight while the sharp bristles inflicted unimaginable pain. As soon as the brush was out, I placed my five fingers in the opening left behind, and pushed my hand in. Blake's pussy was such a torn mess by now, that my large hand slid right in. At least, if there was resistance, I didn't care. In ten seconds, my wrist was covered with a bright, red rose. I pushed deeper, making a fist and punching Blake's prostate. Blake just moaned incoherently as I pushed my fist back and forth inside him. Soon Blake let out a howl and started pissing. I pounded his prostate as piss flowed from his tiny little shriveled up dick. Soon the piss stopped as clear fluid started leaking out of his pathetic cock. As I continued to work his prostate, Blake started fucking back on my arm. "Ah fuck Sir! I'm cumming!" He screamed. I knew he wasn't actually cumming. His drug filled body and my fisting made him feel like he was. He moaned and tried to take more of my arm into him. I laughed as I looked down on him. When he woke up this morning, he could have never in a million years guessed he'd wind up a white boy puppet on a black mans arm. I smiled as I imagined his life. An 18 y/o high school senior, rich, probably popular, maybe has a girlfriend. Now here he was, high as fuck, gangfucked, abused, a cumdump whore to niggahs, riding his new owners arm. I was so fucking turned on knowing how I was destroying little Blakey, that I had to come again. I shoved my cock into my new teen slut, and jerked myself off inside him as he cried in pain. I pulled out of him and turned him over to the men. I knew most of them would cum again. I turned around as Blake had his nose buried in a dude's pubes as another guy punch fucked his ever increasing rosebud. I just let the men have their fun as I poured a nice cognac and lit one of Daddy's cigars. I grabbed Blake's phone, and the stupid fucking fag didn't even have a lock on it. I perused his contacts. Yup, girlfriend, lol. Lots of friends. Several different group lists, handy. Even a Father someone. So Blake is a Catholic boy? Sweet. I put his phone down, and picked up mine. Guys had sent me the vids they took so far tonight. I had great fun over the next couple of hours as I edited a really filthy video of my whore. My favourite was when I was fucking him and he was looking right into the phone, begging and moaning like a depraved fag. When I was happy, I sent the video to basically EVERYONE in his phone, along with a written confession. It was only a matter of minutes before replys started coming in. I wanted to save them for later. Eventually the sun started coming up, and Blake was still taking cock. He was moaning as he laid, barely moving on a guy as he was getting double fucked again. After they came in the boy, I had to break up the party. I new better than to spend more time at the house. I told the guys to come over to my place later if they still want to fuck my new meth slut. I tied Blake up after the men left, so I could steal some shit. I emptied out Blake's closet. Lots of nice clothes and shoes. I found $5000 in cash, but not much else. I didn't want to steal enough they actually call the cops, just to think their niggah loving faggot son took it. I loaded up Blake's car, a sweet mustang, put the naked boy in the trunk, and took off. I wanted to unload my shit in a hurry, so I sold the clothes in one lump, and took the car to a chop shop, but not before I had locked Blake in the trunk of my car. Back at my place, I snuck a naked Blake up the back stairs. He walked in pain as i had a huge plug up his hole. I lived in a shithole place, but it served its purpose. I could split fast if I needed to. It was a one bedroom, and all I had was a t.v. and a couple of chairs in the living room, and a nasty, stained mattress on the floor of my bedroom, with a desk, chair and light. I took a chain and chained Blake's collar to a radiator. I sat in the chair and shined the light on Blake. He looked like shit, covered in all kinds of filth. Spun as fuck, his eyes darted around the room. I watched as his newely released hands touched the plug, trying to shift it more comfortably. Smack!! I slapped him hard. "Don't touch yourself without permission bitch!" He cowered in fear as he realized the reality of his situation. "Get it through your head now, slut. I said I owned you. I meant it. Your my property now to use as I want." As I said this I reached for his phone. There was at least 20 texts unread. I pulled the plug forcefully out, eliciting a loud cry. I smiled as I pushed my hard cock into the wet, sloppy gash. I opened the videos as I played the one I edited. It was 10 minutes of Blake being treated like a 2 dollar whore, while he begged and moaned for more. I could tell Blake was turned on by the vid, as he watched himself get debased and used. Every nasty event of the night was included in the vid. Then I opened his text. First I showed him the text he sent to his contacts. I made him read it out loud as I fucked him. "Hey all! Just thought I'd finally come clean about shit. Its taken me years to admit this. I'm a faggot. I'm a filthy, depraved, sick and twisted cumdump. My purpose in life is to take cum in my holes. Today, i have taken more than 30 loads of hot man cum. I worship big, black, niggah cock. Im a pathetic whore who is now owned by a beautiful ebony pimp. Tonight he sold my ass for a gangbang. He only charged them $5 each because thats how low i am. Black cock after black cock fucked me. Men i dont know. My ass was filled with cum. Poz cum included. I begged this one huge, black buck with a 12 inch cock to poz my little, white ass. I drink piss because im a niggah's toilet. I am proud to be my Masters drugged up fuckhole." Blake could barely get through reading this, as he was crying. His humiliation only made my cock harder. Destroying white boys is the ultimate rush! Then I made him read the responses, telling me who each of the people were to him.

Part 7 Blake rolled off the ottoman and onto the floor and laid there in a quivering heap. Red cum oozed out of his gaping hole, while spit and vomit ran out of his gasping mouth. He coughed and cum shot out of his nose, coating his lips. My new whore was certainly starting to truly look his part as a pathetic, niggah cumdump. But there was no time to rest. I grabbed the bitch and threw him on his stomach over the ottoman. Watching my boy's brutal rape for the last hour or so, had my fat, ebony snake wanting to spew more venom. I grabbed another nice chunk of T, and shoved it into the bloody cunt in front of me. Blake moaned as his hole burned again. "Damn Jesse." Said a voice. "More of that shit?" "Fuck yea." I replied. "Told y'all I wanted this slut fucked up. I ain't gonna let this whore sleep for a week." I threaded a spiked ring through my plum coloured cockhead. "I'm gonna keep his hole plugged the entire time. A week of no sleep, constantly high, with never an empty pussy is gonna fuck up this rich little bitch royally. He'll be LUCKY to not end up in the hospital! All he'll crave is drugs and cocks, and he'll do ANYTHING for them!" With that I shoved my pierced cock deep and hard into Blake's bloody cumhole. He let out a guttural moan as the spikes rammed into his battered prostate. I motioned a guy to film Blake's face as I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, giving the camera a good shot of his cum covered face. Cum hung out of his nose and spit clung to his peach fuzz as his baby blue eyes rolled back into his head. "Talk to me cunt!" I ordered him. "Tell me what a whore you are. Tell me you love being a niggah cumdump." Blake's drug addled brain let loose. "Yes Sir!" He croaked from his cock shredded throat. "I'm your fucking whore! Give me you big, black cock Sir! Fuck me! I'm your filthy little pig! Please cum in my worthless holes!" "They are worthless, bitch. Only good for one thing after tonight. Taking cum. How many loads have you taken today boy?" He didn't answer. "Over 20 so far. 20 cocks have cum in your faggot, white ass! 20 anonymous cumloads have been dumped in you. You fucking pig!" Blake groaned hearing this. "There are still 4 men here who haven't cum yet, slut. You want their loads?" "Yes Sir! Give me more!" "Why boy? Tell me why. Beg!" "I'm a whore Sir! I need cum! Please let them fuck me! Please let them dump in me! It's what I'm for! Please! I'm a faggot slut! I NEED THEIR COCKS SIR! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I laughed as I pulled his head back farther, opening his mouth wide. A cock started pissing into his mouth. "DRINK IT BITCH!" I commanded. "You're not only a cumdump, your a urinal too! A niggah's piss bucket!" Blake did his best as more men pissed into his mouth, but it spilled as he gagged. One guy put his cockhead against Blake's nostril, and let loose a strong stream right into his sinuses. The men laughed as Blake struggled for breath. I buried my cock all the way and shot another load into the gagging white boy. After I pulled out, two men grabbed Blake and pulled him away. One laid down and pushed the whore onto his fat, black monster while another guy lined his cock up next to it. Placing his cockhead at the oozing opening, he grabbed Blake's shoulders and rammed his cock into the teenage boy as hard as he could. Blake howled like a wolf as his ass was ripped open wider by the two, dark poles. Both men held the boy still while their huge cocks plundered his hole, that had until today been virgin. They fucked the boy with rage, pounding his fuckhole as hard as they could while Blake wailed in pain. To make it worse for my new property, I clamped the alligator clamps onto his nipples, right on the very tips of his little, pink buds, where it was the most sensitive. He screamed as much as his ragged throat would allow, as the clamps pierced the skin, drawing blood. The two men deep in his cunt both shot their loads as the teen jerked and spasmed in pain. Two more big, black cocks found their way into Blake's ruined hole, brutally fucking it. Blake moaned and babbled nasty shit while the last two guys at the party to cum, added more to the ripped, bloody mess that was formerly an asshole. As Blake lay on the floor, a fucked up mess, one of the guests entered carrying a round hair brush. I smiled cruelly as I took it from him. Poor Blake may have thought he'd get a rest, but he was wrong. "Pick him up!" I told a couple guys. "Throw him on the ottoman and spread his legs..."

Here's the next update. I know it was annoying to be given a full chapter of filler material, but trust me when I say it gives some information that is important to my other story (let's see who figures it out). Also, its fun leaving a chapter update on a cliff-hanger. Enjoy the next update. -- My First Times- Part 2 “Right there is the maze. Not that many guys use it, but it can be pretty hot,” Garrett said, pointing down a dim hallway that ended in a turn, “And that’s the theater. Guys in there tend to just get sucked unless a really hot movie is playing, then its a fuckfest.” As we walked around, I felt Garrett continue to play with my ass, much to my enjoyment. At first, the cigar he was smoking was a bit irritating to my senses, making my eyes water slightly as the thick, musky smoke swirled around us, making me cough slightly. However, as I got used to it, I became somewhat aroused, watching the sex god giving me the tour enjoy the smoke. “Over here is the sling room. Might work your way up to that since you're a newbie to all this,” he continued, eyeing me slightly as I continued to check out his perfect body. The tour continued with a quick show of the gloryholes, then to the steam room and pool, and finally to a dark room near a flight of stairs. Upstairs were the private rooms. “And this is the dark room. Anything goes in there. I would warn you to stay clear of there unless you want to get fucked non-stop by anyone with a hard prick. Can’t see them coming st you usually,” he continued, with a laugh, smile, and shake of his head. I slowly nodded, my mind racing with all the sites and sounds bombarding me. “So, bud, what brings you here tonight?” he asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and resting his hand on my shoulder as he began to play with my nipples. Looking down, I saw his massive piece of uncut cock was sticking in front of him. Not only a shower but a grower as the cock had to have gained another inch of girth and 2 inches in length. “You can play with it if you want, boy,” he said, flexing his abs and causing the monster to jerk forward, “It won’t bite… too much.” Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed it. Warm and thick, I could feel his pulse throbbing. Reaching back to his face he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and began to rub his hands along the front and sides of my smaller body. “Fuck that feels good,” I sighed, as I slowly hardened with his hands feeling me up. Slowly, I began to stroke him. “And that does too, baby,” he said around the cigar with a growl, “I can think of a few more things that would be even better.” I knew instantly what he meant. Only 20 mins being here and I might actually get my wish and be fucked by a hot muscle top. My mind raced. Should I do this? Is this really what I want? Wouldn’t it be better if I took my time and dated the right guy for my first time? I received my answer when I felt the first finger begin to probe my hole. “Fuck!” I gasped, enjoying the rough feeling of his finger diving slowly into my tight hole, “Yes!” With a big grin and a nod, he pulled his finger out and led me upstairs. I followed him as he climbed the stairs, my attention switching my the sudden change in sound and atmosphere from the stead soft thump of a club music to one of sounds of muffled moans of guys getting fucked. My ass instinctively clenched at the thought of my own virgin hole being stretched and filled as I followed Garrett down the long hall, a thick cloud of cigar smoke trailing behind him. Grabbing his key, Garrett opened one of the doors and we both stepped in. I followed behind him and quickly he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp as I fell back and bounced slightly on the mattress. I laid in a momentary daze as he lifted up my towel, and in one quick motion swallowed my 6in dick deep into his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” I blurted out as his throat muscles massaged my cock, the suction making me instantly want to lift up off the bed. It felt amazing, feeling him sucking my deep, his fingers wrapping around my balls and massaging them. I laid back and enjoyed to skilled top suck me for several minutes when he suddenly pulled off, my building orgasm going away from the sudden cold air hitting my wet, throbbing member. I lifted my head up and went to ask why he stopped when I saw him take a deep draw on his cigar. Blowing the smoke back in my face, he began rubbing my hole with his thumb. “Gotta stretch and lube you up,” he said, before spitting on my hole and shoving the thumb in, “Mind if I rim you and you hold my gar?” “Uh, well….” I said, pleasantly shocked. I had read about getting rimmed, but I never imagined would actually get to be rimmed. “I haven’t ever been rimmed before. I’m open to trying it though…” I said, grabbing the cigar from him tentatively. “Mind keeping it lit for me?” Garrett asked, spitting a second time on my hole and quickly adding a second thumb. I let out a slight moan as I felt the two large digits pull open my hole slightly further. Unable to form words at the moment I only nodded and laid back, bending my knees up and spreading them open, giving him more access. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I watched some of the smoke drift out of both ends before finally sticking it in my mouth. Cautiously, I stuck it in my mouth and started to puff on it. It tasted a lot different than what I expected, and nothing like how it smelled. Peppery, with a bit of a chocolate taste, and almost a cut grass. Aiming to keep the top now at my hole happy, I continued to smoke it as I felt him slowly massage my opening. I inhaled sharply when his fingers pulled out and I felt his hot, wet tongue start to lap at my cunt. The sensation felt AMAZING! I drew harder on the cigar in my mouth as he lifted his head up. “Fucking tasty hole boy!” Garret said, before diving back in. For several minutes I laid back, enjoying the rim job I was getting, Garrett’s tongue stabbing at my tight anus. After a few minutes, I felt my ass slowly open up under the constant assault of his tongue and fingers. Standing up over me, he pulled the cigar out of my mouth. “Damn bud,” he said, taking a deep inhale, “You’ve got the ass of a fucking virgin!” Looking down I blushed, I looked down, embarrassed. “Wait…” he said, noticing how uncomfortable I was becoming. “You’ve never been fucked before?” “N-no… sorry…” I said, pulling the towel that had came untied from my waist back around me. I waited for him to start laughing at me, or worse, to be kicked out of his room. However, he instead ran his spit-slicked thumb along the side of my face before lifting my chin upwards. “Why are you sorry?” he said exhaling another cloud of smoke in my face, “It’s fucking hot I get to be the one to bust your cherry!” With a smile, he moved his thumb to my bottom lip, urging it open. “Get my dick hard with your mouth babe, I want to mount that tight virgin hole and claim it.” I scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up, bring my face perfectly level with his semi-hard monster. I slowly licked the head, surprised at how warm the PA at the tip of his cock was. Suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my head, and my mouth enveloped his growing member. Slowly I began to suck, running my tongue along the bottom of his cock as I pulled back. “Fuck yeah, you’re a natural,” Garrett replied, his hand running through my hair tenderly. For the next few minutes, we continued, before he finally spoke. “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Finally, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. “Fuck! I need in that hole!” he growled, grabbing one of the condoms from next to me before letting out a frustrated sigh. I looked up at him, wondering what had him so mad. “The one time I need to put one on, and they’re all medium.” I watched as he slowly opened the packet and slowly unrolled the condom, barely able to roll it down his dick before it finally reached the end halfway down. Looking at me, he smiled. “Damn this fucker is tight. You sure you want to take this monster?” he asked, grinning at me before continuing, “Because once I start, I’m not stopping. Last chance.” Laying back, I pulled my knees to my chest and said softly, “Please fuck my hole.”

I was in NYC this past week with my husband. We have a "don't ask, don't tell" agreement. He knows I'm a horny cum dump. But, since he's a much older man and not particularly sexual anymore, he's fine with me taking dick whenever I want. He just doesn't want to know about it. So, I'd been checking out Grindr and Growlr on occasion during our week in NYC. But, because he and I were together nearly 24 hours a day on this trip, I was getting very frustrated and horny, since I was not able to take on any of the guys that contacted on those Apps. I was in my hotel room with him and flipping through the apps. I got hit on by a fucking hot black guy that lived just around the corner from our hotel. His pic showed a very buff, black man in his early 40's. We chatted back and forth a bit. He shared his cock pics with me. DAMN! He was packing about 9"s and thick. He said he and his husband are both bb tops and wanted to tag my ass. Fuck! I had to find some reason to get out and go to their apartment. I told him I would do my best to make it over, but that it would have to be a quickie. I never pack my suitcase without an enema bottle. So, I dug mine out of my bag and went into the bathroom and took a quick douche to clean my ass and took a quick shower so I'd be fresh for them. Then I dressed and told my husband that I was going to the grocery store that was a few blocks away to grab some fruit and snacks to fill our room's fridge. I messaged back to the hot black guy that I was on my way over. I quickly made my way to their apartment and they buzzed me through the front door. I climbed up to their 3rd floor apt. Walter, the early 40's guy that I had been chatting with on Growlr answered the door. He was totally nude and a bit wet, since he had just stepped out of the shower. He invited me in and told me his husband Carl was showering and would be in shortly. I followed him into the bedroom as I was pulling off my coat and shirt. I quickly kicked off my shoes and shucked my pants. I dropped to my knees and took Walter's soft cock into my mouth. I worshipped his big cock as it grew in my mouth. Then he backed onto the bed. Sitting on the edge, he laid back and lifted his legs, spreading his ass cheeks. I put my face between his ass cheeks and began to eat his sweet hole. As I had my face buried in Walter's ass, I heard his husband Carl walk into the bedroom and could sense him sitting on the edge of the bed, next to Walter. Carl laid back and he and Walter began to kiss. I moved over to Carl and took his partially hard 7" cock into my mouth. Carl's cock grew quickly. After about 5 minutes of my going back and forth between both their cocks, I decided to climb up on the bed, on my hands and knees, my ass up. Carl climbed behind me and began to eat my ass. His long tongue got deep into my hole. Walter climbed in front of me and fed me his cock. Carl soon knelt behind me, lubed his cock and slid up into me. I was in complete ecstasy as I was being spit roasted by these two hot black guys. These guys knew I had very limited time, so they wasted no time. Carl was pounding my ass hard and deep. Slapping my ass as he pounded me. Carl fucked me for another 5 minutes before he let out a growl and slammed deep into me. I could feel his cock throbbing as he emptied his balls into my ass. Carl pulled out and he and Walter changed positions. Carl fed me his cum covered cock to clean off as Walter quickly slid his even larger and thicker cock into me in one quick thrust. I let out a groan and gasped for air as his big black cock rammed up into me. It was a combination of pain and pleasure. I had noticed a bottle of poppers sitting on the dresser, next to the lube. "Can I have some poppers?" I asked. Carl climbed off the bed and grabbed the poppers. He opened the bottle and put the poppers under my nose. I took a deep breath and then he put it to my other nostril. The poppers helped to relax my hole as Walter slid balls deep into me. He fucked me long and slow for a few minutes. I felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked. Then he grabbed me around my waist and began to slam deeply into me. Carl had left the poppers laying by my head. I took the bottle and took a few deep drags on it, as Walter's fucking pace quickened and he slammed repeatedly into me. "You like this, Daddy? You like these big black dicks in ya?" All I could do is grunt as his hard pounding was slamming the breath out of my lungs. "Fuckin' CUNT! Fuckin' PUSSY! Fuckin' WHORE!" Walter repeatedly growled as he rammed into me. Finally one more deep slam into me brought a low, loud and growing growl from Walter. "AAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhh....!!!!!! FUCK....!!!!" he growled as he began to fill my ass with his load of cum. I did my best milk his cock with my ass. I wanted every last drop of his load in me. He slammed a few more times into me, before he pulled out of me with a plop. He climbed off the bed and I followed him off the bed. Dropping to my knees to clean his cock with my mouth. I dressed, left and hit the grocery store as quick as I could. As I walked back into my hotel room, my husband looked up at me with a "knowing look". I'm sure he knew I was doing more that shopping. But, he never said anything.

I ALWAYS turn around to suck their cock clean. Even whenblindfolded and anonymous. You can't be a true cock whore and do otherwise!

haven't been yet myself.... almost went to Nob Hill Theatre and Folsom Gulch last night after taking 5 loads from my afternoon hookup and 3 more from the next hookup... but we ended up back at his place where he gave me a 4th...

HRs are the worst if so much of your lifestyle and pleasure is taking loads. Just more suffering and payback for the nasty boys lol

I appreciate all the feedback that I’ve been getting from everyone, and as always, I always love to get more. Feel free to message me personally if you ever have questions or anything you’d like to see if you don’t want to comment publicly. Hope you enjoy. -- Part 9: Closing Time “Fuck yeah, take that cock deep in your guts,” Kyle said, watching as the large cock slammed away at my hole. I grinned, taking an extra deep puff on the smoldering red in my mouth, and began clenching my hole down as I nose-jetted the smoke out. “Shit yeah dude,” the guy behind the wall said, slamming my hole extra hard in appreciation, “Grip down on my cock with your juicy hole!” With a nod at me, Kyle knelt down next to the hole and watched the anonymous cock pound away as we both smoked. I looked down and enjoyed the scene as well as Kyle took a deep inhale on the red in his mouth and took it out of his mouth before starting to suck on my cock. I moaned as his hot, smoky mouth surrounded my cum-slicked dick and he sucked hard. “Oh fuck,” the man behind the wall yelled out, as my ass involuntarily got tighter as I fought the urge to keep from cumming in Kyle’s warm wet mouth. “Ugh…. stop Kyle…. gonna cum if you keep that up!” I whispered, puffing hard on my red to try and keep focused and calm down my building orgasm. Pulling off, he growled at me and roughly grabbed my balls. I instinctively yelped at the shock and pain. It worked, however, and my orgasm disappeared. This though also caused my ass to tighten again. “Fuck, can’t hold it in anymore!” the guy yelled, his strokes suddenly becoming erratic, “Gonna shoot up your hole man! My dicks gonna add to the soup cooking in there. Here it comes fucker! Gaaaaahhh…. fuuuuuuu…” With that, he suddenly slammed into my hole and stayed still. I felt his cock start to pump into my ass, jerking hard and moving around with every shot. After a few moments, he finally finished and Kyle pulled me off the cock and turned me around. “Clean him up bitch,” Kyle said, stroking his cock and puffing away at the cigarette in his mouth, “Show him your appreciation for the kind gift of his load.” I nodded and started to suck the cock clean, enjoying the taste of all the loads and my ass on the guy’s meat. I gently nursed at the large piece and as I finally got it deep in my throat I could see the small tattoo on the base of his pelvis. It was a symbol I must have seen at least a thousand times every day at work, warning me of the dangers that lie inside. And now, I was face to face with the symbol, prominently attached to the guy who had just dumped what felt like a huge load in my hole. I jumped back just slightly, even though I had definitely taken poz cum earlier that night. Knowingly taking it after the fact though added to my surprise, and after my mind processed it, I moaned somewhat in pleasure and fear. “Fuck yeah man,” Kyle said, slowly positioning my ass to another waiting cock at the opposite hole, “you add a nice buggy load to my friend’s neg hole?” “Shit yeah! My cobra only spits venom! Wait…. Fuck, that you Kyle?” the muffled voice said, pulling out of my mouth and shaking the cock at my face, hitting it with a few stray drops of semen-laced spit before stepping back. “Yeah man!” he said, as he shoved my ass down, making me gasp. Looking around I realized my cigarette was now out and to the butt. Kyle grabbed it and threw it to the ground. Next, he pulled a fresh one from the pack and placed it between my lips and lit me. I instinctively inhaled deeply several times, hungry and happy to be smoking again as Kyle and the mystery guy continued to talk. “Fucking nice hole you found there. He’s neg, huh?” the guy asked, as he pulled his pants up. “Yeah, cute fucker just started coming here last night. Practically a virgin from what his hole felt like when I used it,” he replied, looking at me expectantly. I gave a nod in agreement, half listening as the cock in my ass slowly pumped inside me, “Let me plant a hot load deep inside him and the fucker even stole my gar so he could blow his load. Nice tight hole, right?” “Hell yeah. Though with all those loads up there, that juicy ass is gonna poz up in no time!” the guy said, and suddenly I was face to face with a younger looking Asian guy with a goatee and a heavy 5 o’clock shadow, “Let me taste my cum in your mouth buddy?” Pulling my red out of my mouth, Kyle pushed my head forward and I immediately found myself with the guy’s tongue probing at my mouth. I opened up and could taste cigar smoke and whiskey on his breath. The taste made me take his tongue deeper, allowing it to probe deep inside. We proceeded to make out for a few minutes as the man in my ass let out a loud grunt and unloaded in my ass. He must have pulled out and left, due to the slamming his door in the room. Kyle slowly pulled my ass away from the hole, filling it with his fingers. Finally, after a minute or two, another cock must have stepped up to play, and Kyle removed his fingers and shoved me back down to take another load. The guy stopped kissing as I let out a moan from the stretching of my ass to accommodate the bigger dick. “Fuck! Nothing better than tasting my poz cum in a neg guy’s sweet mouth. Damn, you were right Kyle, the kid is sexy as fuck and a great kisser, and sounds like a born bottom breeder,” he said, as I felt Kyle play with my balls, pulling them down and back, making me ride the cock harder. The guy then looked me in the face and continued, “Guessing a cute fucker like you is likely a non-smoking little preppy boy, right? Kyle helping you become the pig you always wanted to be?” With a laugh, Kyle answered for me. “Nah man, I wish,” he said, releasing my balls as I heard the click of a lighter, “This pig already was on his way. Just helping him out tonight on getting there quicker!” “Hot damn!” the guy said, reaching down and grabbing my jaw before running his thumb across my lips. He gave me a hungry look before he stuck the tip of his thumb in my mouth. “Cute innocent face and fuckable lips…” I felt the tell-tale sign of yet another load getting dumped in my ass. I opened my mouth involuntarily, moaning as the cock slammed harder and shot another load. “I’m Ren. Get my number from Kyle. I want to play with you again,” he said softly before finally releasing my face. With a light slap on my left cheek, he turned away and walking out of the room. I pulled my face away and looked at Kyle, who was stroking his cock, the wicked looking PA gleaming at me as if it were evil and sentient. “Ren want’s you to have his number?” Kyle guessed, blowing his smoke in my face. I took a deep breath in. In the back of my mind, I realized I enjoying it, savoring the nasty smoke where I would have hated it and gotten angry at the act in the past. “Yeah, you got it?” I asked, wincing as the cock pulled out, and the anonymous fuck left without a word. “Definitely. He’s one twisted kinky fucker. Also my tattoo and piercing artist. Works at a place I go to a few blocks over,” he explained, walking slowly over and rubbing his hard dick against my lips, “Might have to get you over there sometime.” “Definitely, “ I said as I nodded and opened my mouth and slowly started to suck on his cock. “Fuck yeah man, suck on my monster,” he said, as another cock presented itself to my ass. I swallowed hard and felt the metal in his cock head hit the back of my throat as the next guy to fuck me slid inside. “Wet as fuck. Nasty little slut,” the guy at my hole said out loud before slamming away at my ass. “Hey fucker,” Kyle said, slowly starting to pull out of my mouth. “Mmmmmph?” I replied, clamping down on his dick in reply. “Seriously dude…” he continued, smiling down at me and blowing another cloud of smoke at me before continuing, “Stop… Gotta go take a piss.” I started to release when my mind went back to the text messages from earlier in the evening. I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. Reaching down, I grabbed the bottle of poppers and took several deep hits before setting it down. “Feed me it,” I whispered, licking my mouth almost surprising myself as the words left my lips. “Shit, seriously?” he said, clearly shocked. “Might as well try it and see if I like it,” I replied grabbing the red from his hand and sucking in a lungful of smoke, “Give me that fucking prick and fill my stomach full of your hot piss. “Damn… you really are a fucking pig, bro,” he said, and stepped up closer, letting his dick get closer to my mouth, “Love pissing into a human urinal!” Slowly he inhaled on his red and nodded at me, instructing me to do the same. Satisfied I have a big enough lungful, he pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth next to his. Slowly, he pulled my jaw open and gently inserted his dickhead into my waiting mouth. I clamped gently down and waited for a few minutes, enjoying the rough fuck from the top in my ass, who was spewing nasty words out about my hole. “Fucking nasty little bug chaser. Getting his hole filled with any cock that will take it. Probably already a stupid fucking poz cumdump…” the man yelled, announcing to the world my debauchery. “Hear that man?” Kyle asked, his voice sounding strained, “You’re getting even more advertising. Gonna have you service every guy here tonight, and when they’re done, Benny and I are gonna leave our loads in you too. Having Benny use the money he owes me to get you an extra special gift to commemorate your night here.” Suddenly, I felt a hot gush of warm salty liquid fill my mouth. The liquid quickly filled my mouth, and after a second of hesitation, I gulped down the hot piss.The taste was different than I expected. Kyle let out a sigh and I continued to gulp, enjoying the feeling of the hot liquid filling my stomach. After a while, his cock slowly dribbled to a stop and he pulled his now throbbing member out of my mouth. I suck as he pulled out, freeing the last few drops of piss from around the large PA lodged in the pisshole. Staring up, I looked at Kyle, who was staring down at me in happy awe. “Fucking nice man!” he said, grabbing my chin and moving my head around, my body jolting occasionally in response to the hard slams in my hole from the verbal guy deep inside it, “Not a drop wasted. You’re a natural piss toilet. I love it. Next one is getting showered all over you though.” Suddenly, the pace in my hole picked up suddenly, and I heard the guy in my ass yell out. “Fuck! Knocking your stupid ass up with my babies, bitch! Take it! TAKE IT!” he said, slamming my hole hard enough to make the wall shake. After a few moments, he pulled out, and Kyle spun me around. “Thank the nice man and help him get cleaned up to leave, slut,” he growled, shoving my face into the hole. I immediately looked through and opened my mouth. A large, uncut cock was quickly shoved roughly into my mouth, a large scorpion going down the shaft. I felt Kyle shove my hole onto yet another cock, and I winced, feeling the smoke and poppers starting to wear off. Satisfied he was clean, the top pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face as hard as he could. “Stupid fucking faggot,” the guy said and walked out without another word. “Fu… Ow!” I said, pulling my face back and rubbing it. Kyle nose-jetted down at me with a questioning look. “Asshole slapped my face really hard. And my hole is getting tired,” I groused, grabbing the bottle of poppers. “Sorry about that,” Kyle replied, kneeling beside me and grabbing two fresh reds and sticking them both in my mouth as I took several deep hits off the bottle. Soon enough, my ass started to enjoy the pounding it was receiving and I closed the bottle. Kyle lit the two cigarettes, and I took a deep inhale. “Fuck, that’s better,” I sighed, enjoying the extra thick smoke pouring out of my mouth, “Going straight to my cock.” “Nice, dude,” he said, lighting two from his pack as well, “Love fucking my lungs with a double. Figured you would too. Gonna try an’ get a whole pack inside you by the end of tonight.” “Holy shit yes,” I said, enjoying the smoke as I hauled away, happy to have the smoke and poppers fucking me up again. “Gonna have you so full of buggy little swimmers you’ll be shitting cock slime for the whole week fucker,” he continued, looking beneath me at my asshole, smiling as the guy in my ass came silently and pulled out, a second cock instantly now fucking it, “Nice, two for one. Maybe they have different strains.” “Fuck yeah, my ass is full of all sorts of bugs tonight,” I said, zoned out on the poppers and smoke, letting my cock and balls do the talking, “Gonna really get knocked up like the slut I am tonight.” “Yeah buddy, can’t wait 'til you get turned toxic and get your poz badge!” he agreed, licking at the loads dripping from me off my now aching balls, “You want to bug up? Get the gift?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, realizing that the people in the next room could likely hear our dark conversation. The cock in my hole twitched hard at my reply, and its pace quickened, “Can’t wait until my ass gets fully converted and I get my gift.” “Gonna need to get you a tatt then,” he said smoke pouring out of him as he gave my dick a few strokes. My ass clenched at his stroking, and the cock in my ass blew its load, its owner groaning behind the wall. “Fuckin’ awesome man, milk that tainted cock,” Kyle said, our dirty talk making both of us smoke down our reds to the filter in what felt like record time. We both removed the spent butts. Kyle reached for our packs as he planted a deep kiss on my lips, his fingers expertly pulling out our smokes as his smoky tongue intertwined with mine. Pulling back, he spit into my mouth and then dove back in. I sucked on his tongue, somewhat unsurprised to find a piercing there as well. We released and Kyle stuck my two reds on my lips as he did the same with his. With a quick flick of the lighter, Kyle lit us both up and we continued to smoke. Another cock was shoved in my ass as Kyle continued to talk. “Fuck yeah, haul on that double. Gonna feed you the whole pack before you leave tonight. Got to admit, was surprised you actually agreed to let me whore you out tonight and try get your ass knocked up,” Kyle said, grinning and stroking his cock, “Fuckin’ love it though. Also, love watching you take so quickly to the reds. Think you’ll fuck your lungs with them again, man?” “Yeah,” I grunted, nose jetting the smoke and sliding my ass back against cock, enjoying the slick, loose feeling in my hole, “Definitely prefer cigars, but these are great too, especially two at a time.” We both sat in silence as we smoked and I was fucked, Kyle stroking his cock next to my face. Another cock appeared in front of me when suddenly Kyle pushed me out of the way. He stroked it a few times, and then wiped his hand across my soaking wet balls, collecting the multiple loads dripping out of my wrecked ass. He grinned at me as he smeared some of the jizz on the cock, and then on his asshole. “Watching you take all those toxic loads making my ass hungry too,” he groaned, quickly sinking down on the glistening cock, “Wanna make out and swap smoke for a while as we take all these loads, bro?” I nodded and for the following hour or so we did just that. I quickly lost count of the number of guys who dumped a load in my ass, instead just enjoying the feeling of my ass loosening up into a dripping cum dump and sharing the smoke with Kyle. We smoked the packs of reds down quickly, my lungs burning and my head swimming at the massive amount I inhaled. Both of us eventually found out holes empty, and Kyle and I stood up, making out and stroking each other, our cocks both dripping. A knock interrupted us followed by the sound of a set of keys at the door. Slowly the door opened and Benny, the blue-haired twink walked in. Promptly, he pulled his pants down and revealed a massive, cut cock. I was frankly shocked, as I would never have guessed he was packing such a large cock on such a small body. He walked up and shoved at my upper back, bending me over as he took my ass without a word. He made quick work, not making a sound as he slammed away at my hole until he released his load and whispered into my ear. “Take my unmedicated high viral load bitch,” he said and licked my neck before pulling out his cock and grabbing his pants, pulling them back up and tossing a set of keys at Kyle. “Hey, fucker, what’s these for?” he said, catching them with ease before stepping up to my ass and shoving his cock in as well, “And where’s the thing?” “Gonna take a few days to get it. You’ll live,” he said, his voice sounding bored, letting out a loud yawn, “I gotta go. Everyone else is gone and it’s all pretty much locked up. Let yourself out.” With those parting words, Benny walked out and left me alone with Kyle. “So,” he said, "didn’t get to give you your gift for helping me prove my point to Mr. Queen there. But maybe I can give you another in its place…” Kyle slammed his metal filled cock up my ass and proceeded to fuck me hard, having us both light up as he did. I looked into my pack, and to my surprise found only 1 red left. “Gonna be an incentive for you to get your own,” he said, looking over my shoulder as he puffed away, “…fuck, getting close already.” I clenched my hole down, trying to milk his cock and help him along when he continued talking, his voice strained. “So, fucker…” he said, slamming my ass as hard as he could, his PA rubbing around in my hole and abusing it, “Remember when I told you I got tested the other day?” I nodded, unable to say anything due to the solid reaming I was receiving. “Never did tell you the actual result,” he continued, wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing slightly, changing his angle and making me harder, “… didn’t stop your ass for milking me dry though. Also bet you’re wondering how I knew you’re a doctor and won that bet with little Princess Betty.” Again, I nodded. I had vaguely wondered how Kyle had known this. “Was at your hospital the other day, and saw your sexy ass in the cafeteria talking to all your doctor friends. Had my first appointment with my infectious disease doc,” he said, his pace picking up somehow even faster, “Fuck yeah, knew when I saw you that if I ever saw you again, I’d find a way to fuck your sweet hole. Shiiiiit… I got to stealth your sweet hole last night. Now I’m gonna shoot my fucking toxic poz load inside you again slut.” And with that, Kyle slammed into my ass and held still, letting out a loud growl as his cock throbbed, shooting what felt like a huge load deep inside me. It was powerful, forcing out some of the other loads in the process as my ass ran out of space for all the cum inside of me. Part of me was shocked, as with the way Kyle had told me his status the night before, he almost sounded like he was negative. But thinking back to his exact words again, I realized he was right, and never actually gave me a full answer. Slowly, he reached around me and grabbed the now cold and unforgotten butt plug that had been in my ass hours earlier. He quickly pulled himself out and shoved it in, eliciting a gasp from me as the cold plug seated itself deep inside me and my hole slammed shut at the cold intrusion. “Fuck yeah, grab that plug with your stretched out ass lips. You know you want those loads to stay inside where they belong.” Kyle then grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face to his crotch. “Suck me clean so we can go, pig.” I sucked him clean, slowly savouring the taste of all the different cum loads coating his dick. His tasted great, with an extra smoky taste to it. I realized I likely had something to my theory of smoker’s cum tasting different. After a few minutes, and coaxing a bit more of Kyle’s cum out of his cock as it deflated, I stood up, getting ready to jack off. “No way fucker, save that for tomorrow when you remove that plug,” he said, smacking my hand away, “Let those loads marinate inside your ass and then jack off in the morning. Give that virus a chance to knock you up.” We both dressed in silence, my ass feeling delightfully full again with the multitudes of cum sloshing inside my hole around the plug. I pocketed the box of reds, now empty save for one lone cigarette. We climbed the stairs in silence, and I stood back and rubbed my still hard and aching cock and cum-swollen balls, watching Kyle open the door before letting us out. He grabbed another cigarette and lit it quickly before handing it to me to share. I took a deep puff and handed the red back. “Well, I’m off to home. We gotta do this again soon. Next time though, I expect you to bring your own smokes,” he said, a wicked grin on his face as I slowly nose-jetted the smoke. “Who says I’ll be back?” I asked, jokingly getting an attitude as he started to walk away. “Dude, pig like you will be here every night I bet,” he said loudly, “Besides, got to work your ass up to being ready for the bathhouse somehow.” I secretly was glad the street was empty, as his words echoed off the different storefronts. “Sounds like a plan then…” I said, turning away and starting the short walk to my apartment building next door, “Don’t forget to send me that Ren guy’s number?” “Will do. But only if you send me a pic of your ass tomorrow after you take the plug out. See ya soon!” he called back, waving to me as I left. I waved back, knowing the action was pointless since he couldn’t see me. Slowly, I walked in the front door, looking at the security guard at the desk. I was silent, seeing that he was clearly asleep, his legs on the desk and hat on his face. Looking at him, I glanced at the clock behind him and quickly realized the time. 3:45am. Holy shit, I thought to myself, as I called the elevator, which quickly opened with a soft clank, did I seriously spend almost 6 hours at a glory hole?! I grinned at the realization, catching my reflection in the now closed doors. I looked… well… well-fucked was the first thing that came to mind. My hair was tousled, and I had what looked like a small bit of cum coating my bottom lip. I instinctively licked it. Yep… cum. The doors quickly opened, and I walked out, quickly unlocking the door to my apartment and stepping in. A slightly hazy cloud of cigar smoke still hung slightly in the air from the nights earlier festivities. I took in a deep breath and inhaled deep through my nose, now enjoying the smell. I quickly made my way to the bathroom and removed the cock ring from my member before taking a quick piss. The relief was instant, as I felt my dick slowly deflated and I unleashed a full bladder. My eyes felt heavy as I relieved myself. The night quickly was catching up to me, as I felt the tiredness suddenly hit me like a brick wall. Yawning, I undressed, and pulled back the covers, climbing into bed. In almost no time at all, I quickly drifted off to sleep, with ass plug deep inside me as the countless loads inside my ass stayed trapped. Kept warm inside me, allowing them to get absorbed.

Some bottoms remain soft while others get hard. While their arse is the main interest, their cock is also part of them. Do I care about his erection if he gets one? Yes. If he gets hard, then see it as a compliment. His hard cock is a natural reaction to being turned on and horny. As well as hearing his groans and words, his hard cock is a clear sign he loves being fucked and having his arse used. Also see it as a challenge. I'm going to fuck your ass so good I want you to cum for me. Maybe I will touch it, maybe I won't. Even better if he can cum without it being touched.

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Part 3: A Change of Perspective Feeling a bit restless, Ryan checked his phone again. No new messages. Damn. It had been over 24 hours since he left the note on Gabe's car windshield. Why was this taking so long? Ryan wondered. Over the past day, Ryan couldn't think of anything but Gabe. But, he also needed to reconcile his feelings. He decided that he just liked the idea of a big poz cock. And he wanted to howl like his roommate, Donald did the night before. I don't want to get pozzed, Ryan assured himself. He made his way into the kitchen to look for a snack - or maybe something to take his mind off recent events. And then, he saw Donald. He hadn't talked to Donald since he'd been home - and their different schedules often meant they didn't cross paths most days. Donald was a night auditor at a nearby hotel. Ryan was in college for perhaps a few years longer than one should be. "Hey," Ryan said as he made his way toward the fridge trying to act as normal as possible. "Sup bitch," Donald said walking by Ryan and slapping his ass. Ryan was stunned. Donald didn't talk like this or act like this. And there was something else different that Ryan just then noticed. "Heh .. oh .. no glasses?" Ryan asked. "Ditched them while you were up north," Donald answered, "got tired of them and got contacts instead. Ryan immediately thought of Superman and Clark Kent. Donald looked strikingly different. It wasn't just the lack of glasses. He seemed less odd without them for sure .. but Donald had a confidence he didn't have. "When did you get back?" Donald asked. "Oh .. this morning," Ryan lied. He didn't want Donald to know he heard about his chasing sexcapade. "Anything new with you?" Ryan asked. "Nahh .. same old .. picked up some extra hours at work is all," Donald unknowingly returned a lie with a lie. "And speaking of work .. I'm back to it. Later skinny ass bitch!" Donald gave Ryan another slap on the ass and made his way for the apartment door. A bit stunned, Ryan uttered "yeah , later man." Ryan didn't quite understand Donald's new strong persona. But, he had to admit, he kinda liked it. And, as if social circumstances weren't awkward enough, Ryan's phone buzzed. Oh shit, he thought, it's Gabe. The text message that followed was simple enough. "You're gonna get it." the message read. It seemed fitting. The note Ryan wrote and left on Gabe's windshield was simply enough. Ryan simply wrote "I want it." Another text messsage followed. "how do you want it?" Ryan thought for a moment, and the answer came very easily Ryan: i want it like how Donald got it. that sounded hott! Gabe: oh, u heard me pound his fuckhole huh? Ryan: yeah. i want ur big dick owning me too. Gabe: mm hmm. so u like hung guys? Ryan: fuck yeah! Gabe: why not let Donald fuck you then? Ryan paused for a moment. That wasn't an option. And although Ryan didn't know for sure, he couldn't imagine Donald's slight frame packing a big dick. Ryan: you're saying Donald is hung? Gabe: yeah. he's about as big as me. i though u two fucked around. Ryan: no. i never thought of him like that. Suddenly, Donald became a lot more interesting to Ryan. The new attitude, a big dick. Wait .. not Donald. Not odd geeky Donald. Ryan tried to dismiss the notion and focus on his goal .. Gabe. He wanted Gabe. Gabe: u know im poz right? Ryan sighed. He knew he shouldn't keep the conversation going, but felt compelled. Ryan: yeah that's cool. Gabe: are you poz? Ryan: no, i'm not. Gabe: you want to get pozzed? Ryan didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to get fucked. Ryan: I wanna feel your big dick inside me. Gabe: my big poz dick will cum inside you if I get that ass. Ryan: can I just suck it? Gabe: no. Ryan waited for more. Nothing followed. Fuck, Ryan thought. Ryan: i think ur hott af Gabe: thanks Another long pause. Ryan: i never done this before. Gabe: done what? Ryan: let a poz guy fuck me. Gabe: but u left me a note saying u wanted it right? Ryan: yeah.. i want it. bad :-/ Gabe: well, u gotta be very clear that u want my poz cum in ur ass ass. dont leave any room for doubt. Ryan stared at the screen. Why am I still talking to him? Ryan wanted to stop talking, but he couldn't ignore how much he wanted to feel Gabe inside him. He also couldn't ignore his dick hardening in his shorts. Ryan: i want you to fuck me with your poz cock. Ryan's hands were starting to tremble .. was it fear or excitement? He wasn't sure. It all felt so terribly wrong, but so undeniably compelling. Gabe: and? Ryan tried to remember what Donald said to encourage the ass pounding he overheard. Ryan: i want you to blast your poz cum deep inside my ass. Gabe: i see Ryan put the phone on the kitchen counter and quickly pulled down his shorts and started jerking. He was too turned on. Gabe can be mine, he thought. He pictured Gabe's big dick again inside his mind. And then imagined little Donald getting fucked while Donald's big dick swung back and forth as Gabe pounded him. I want that, Ryan thought. He picked his phone back up. Ryan: how many times have u and donald fucked? Gabe: idk ..15-20 times i guess now. we started a couple weeks back. Ryan couldn't believe it. Donald was a player. Maybe it's true. It's the quiet ones you gotta look out for. Gabe: but i only fucked him for the first time the other night. Ryan: huh? donald isn't a top. Gabe: could have fooled me. he pounds ass like a pro if u ask me. The fact was that Ryan didn't know. He just assumed that little Donald must be a bottom. Little Donald, Ryan though, I guess he's not so little either. Ryan: then why did he let u fuck him? Gabe: he wants to get pozzed so he can enjoy converting little neg bitches too Ryan thought about the playful slap Donald just gave him minutes ago. And it made him even harder now. I bet he wants to poz my ass too, Ryan thought to himself. Ryan: that sounds hott Gabe: yeah. nothing hotter than pozzing a neg boy's hole. except maybe for when u get it. and ur gonna get it. Ryan's heart was pounding so hard, he thought it might jump out of his chest. He wasn't even touching his dick and his dick was involuntarily twitching up. Despite trembling hands, Ryan managed to tap out the message: poz my ass! i want u to pound me just like u did donald. fuck me like a little chaser bitch Gabe: i shoot big loads. ur ass is gonna get filled. Ryan quickly texted back and hoped he was using the right verbiage " hell yeah! shoot ur viral load deep into me." Gabe: ur ass is gonna be my poz cum receptacle. Ryan placed the phone down on the counter again. He started jacking again with his eyes closed. His phone blinged again. Gabe: i only live a couple of blocks away. u want it now? Ryan read the message. He knew that he had a big decision to make. A BIG decision, he mused to himself thinking about Gabe's big dick again.

Graduate Assistant Part 3 Matt was sound asleep dreaming deeply of his past sexual exploits. When he was ripped from his dreams just before his climax by a loud banging. He awoke and jumped out of bed cursing the noise that disturbed his dreams. He looks at the clock on his bedside stand, it is almost 7 am and he still had 2 hours before he had to report for move in duty for a second day. The banging started again and in his half sleep stupor he could not figure what it was. After his late evening of drinking and sex he had a headache and the pounding was not helping. Finally, as the sleep cleared from his mind he realized it was someone pounding on the door. Matt made his way toward the front door in nothing but his boxer-briefs rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The banging continued. “Hold your damn horses, I am coming” yelled Matt. As he opened the door standing before him was his older brother Jake. Jake was 2 years older than Matt. He was also bigger standing about 6’3 and 200 lbs. He was in decent shape, had broad shoulders, and the slight beginnings of a beer belly. He had blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, like their mother. Also like their mother, he was an artist. He was constantly moving around perusing his art. From city to city bed to bed, sofa to sofa, women to women, with little to no structure in his life. With which, he was perfectly happy. “Hey loser, took you long enough to open the damn door. You got a guy there with you, fucking your brains out? By the look of that chubby I would say to did.” Jake laughed as he strolled past his little brother into the apartment. “What are you doing here? Last thing mom said was you where in California.” “Yeah, but I figured I should come visit my little bro and see that he is getting along in his new soundings” Jake replied. “Yeah, I am sure that’s your reason, or would it be that your current girlfriend, or whatever, kick you out and you need a place to crash?” “How well you know me little brother. Carmen was her name and here husband came back from deployment and she gave me the boot. So if you don’t mind I will crash here for a few weeks. Thanks, I knew you wouldn’t mind” Jake said. Know it was not hope in telling him no and that it would be only for a bit with his brothers meandering ways. “Sure Jake, but all I have is that lumpy old sofa. I need to grab a shower and get to work soon. Want to walk with me and grab a coffee and a bit to eat?” “Na, been up all night driving, gonna just hit the hay. Since you will be gone and all you mind if I use your bed?” Know his brothers sleeping habits, in the nude, he was not found on the idea. “Sure just make sure you take a shower and wear some shorts to bed. I don’t want to be laying in your dick juice.” Matt chided. “All it wouldn’t be the first naked dick in your bed, brother.” Jake roared in laughter. “True, but wear shorts anyway. Well I am going to jump in the shower then I will be out for most the day. Make yourself at home like I know you will. “ “Ok, will do bro.” Jake responded, already having gotten a beer out of the fridge stripped his shirt and plopped he ass on the sofa turning on the tv. Matt just shook his head and headed for the bedroom. He grabbed his clothes for the day and went to the bathroom as he heard his brother bitching at sportscenter. When he came out of the shower he walked into the living room to find a snoring Jake, with his pants off in a pair of superman boxers. Laughing to himself at the flashback to when they shared a room, Matt gathered his phone, keys and wallet. He wrote a note for Jake to call him if he needed anything and to lockup the apartment if he left. With the note he left a spare key. With that he headed out door and toward the coffee shop and his morning coffee and bagel. At about 6 he finished helping to move in the last of his charges for the day. He was tired, worn out, and hungry having skipped lunch. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and texted his brother to see if he wanted to go to dinner. “Want to grab some dinner? There is a Chinese buffet a block from the house.” “Yeah, I will walk down and met you there in like 10” was his response. They meet each other at the buffet and both proceeded to eat way too much and relive old stories and memories. Jake regaled his little brother with tales of his free spirited life since they last saw each other. The evening passed and after they had finished eating Jake told Matt he was going to head out to meet some friends he knew that happened to be in the area. This did not surprise Matt and actually relieved him a bit. They said goodbye and parted ways for the evening. Matt went from the restaurant to the gym down the street. He did his workout and then showered and headed home. On his way home he got a text from Alex, the young hottie from the night before, asking to hang out. They made arrangements for Alex to come to the apartment and hang out. An hour later Matt answered the door and let the hot young man into his apartment. “How things going man? Come on in.” As soon as the door closed and Matt turned around Alex was undressing and down to his underwear. He threw his arms around Matt and started to kiss him all over. Alex started at Matt’s mouth and then ears, neck, nipples, abs, finally taking his rock hard cock in his mouth. He gradually took his cock deeper and deeper into his throat till his nose touched Matt’s pubes. As Matt enjoyed the excellent head he was getting he heard the door open and before he knew it his older brother was staring at him getting his nob polished by this hot young man. ‘Well I guess I should have texted before coming home first” He laughed. That is when Alex pulled off the engorged cock in his mouth. Looking at this tall stud before him and smiled. “Why don’t you pull out your cock and let me get it nice and hard too” Alex moaned to Jake. Now, Matt knew Jake had had a few experiments with guys before, having walked in on him balls deep in one once, but that was just part of his youthful experimentation as far as he knew. He was about to speak up and send Alex on his way when to his surprise his brother walked over to the man on his knees, unzipped shorts and dropped them on the ground. He underwear less, his semi-hard cock above his big balls hanging between his strong thighs. Alex took the fattening cock into his mouth slowly swallowing it at first, then deeper and faster. The moans started to come from Jake’s mouth as his cock grew to its full length and girth. While Matt had 7.5 in semi-thick cock, his brother was bigger. It had been years since he had seen his brothers cock and he was amazed at how much bigger it was when hard. He was 9 in long and beer bottle thick. Alex could barely get a moan out his mouth was so full. Getting over his shock of the situation Matt kneeled behind Alex and started to rub his cock into his crack as he kissed his neck and Jake started to fuck his mouth. Alex spit in his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock and guided it to Alex’s puckered hole. He slowly pushed his head into the tight warm hole. Just enough pressure to gain entry and get rewarded with a muffled moan. Once in he lets the hole adjust to he girth and starts to slowly move in and out. Picking up speed until he was matching the fast pace at which Jake was fucking his face. The brothers continued their double pounding of Alex’s holes in this position for about 10 minutes, all three moaning for more. Jake pulled his cock out of the warm mouth. “Its time I got a shot at that ass. Little bro go lay on the sofa, you bend over the arm and suck him.” They both followed the order, and soon Matt had his cock buried in Alex’s throat. Jake came up behind him and with little to no gentleness he drove all 9 thick inches into the hole sticking up in the air. The moan/groan that followed could have been heard two blocks away. With little rest Jake starts to pound Alex’s hole as fast and hared as he could. Long hard strokes, deep and strong with little care for Alex’s comfort. However, Alex liked it rough and after a few minutes really started to show his enjoyment by meeting Jake thrust for thrust, moaning and voraciously sucking on Matt’s pole. After about 15 minutes, Jakes face scrunched up and he started to pound harder. “Oh, fuck I am about to cum man. I am going to fill your hole!” Jake moaned. “Yea, that’s it fill that boy up bro! Breed his ass!” Alex pulled his mouth of Matt’s cock long enough to say, “Please give me that load.” Alex felt Jake’s cock grow even thicker and then felt the volleys of cum shoot into his ass. Jake continued to pound his hole, with each stroke sending more cum into his ass. Jake pulled out and told Matt to switch holes with him. Matt jumped off the sofa and sunk his cock balls deep in Alex’s cum filled hole. He worked Jake’s cum into the boy hole as he pounded as deep and hard as he could. Alex was in seventh heaven as was Matt. Meanwhile Jake stuck his cum covered cock in Alex’s mouth to clean it off. He loved the feel this hot mouth cleaning off his sensitive softening cock. After several minutes Matt felt his cock swell and his cock spit cum into the already full hole. “Oh, I am cumming!” “Yea fill him up bro!” As he felt Matt cum in him, Alex blew his own load all over the sofa. All three men collapsed onto each other on the sofa. Spent and in ecstasy.

The Graduate Assistant Part 2 Matt woke up to the soft music of his cell phone alarm going off. He felt the sun warming his body from the bedroom window. It was nice, especially across his hard cock. He stretched out across his bed and slowly moved his hand down to his swollen member. He started to rub it as he remembered the hot encounter in the showers at the gym the evening before. As he pictured his cock drilling that sweet tight raw hole he felt himself get harder and harder. The picture in his head continued of the events before and, as he got closer to the climax in the memory he felt the tingling in his balls. As he pictured himself filling the tight raw muscle hole he shot a big, thick, sticky load all over himself and his sheets. The climax was almost as hot as the night before. It was so good in fact it took him 5 minutes to relax before he could get himself moving and out of bed. Matt walked across the room to his bathroom, where he did his morning business, took a shower, shaved and the like. After he got out of the shower, he walked back to his bedroom and as he crossed the room he paused to look at himself in the mirror. He was happy with his fitness but he knew it would be hard to keep in shape with his busy schedule of classes, both his and the one he must teach, and homework. He made a promise to himself that he would not let himself go. He went to the boxes in the corner of his room and found his running shorts and shirt and went for a 5 mile run around campus. When he returned he showered again, dressed in a pair of light khakis, a light blue short sleeve button down shirt, and a pair of brown loafers. He looked every bit the graduate assistant. He looked at the clock and realized he was late. He grabbed his keys and phone and ran out the door and walked briskly across the campus to his new office. The rest of the day went by in a blur. In fact the rest of the week went by quickly. He was so busy with employment paperwork, HR classes, meeting with his advisor, meeting with his teaching supervisor, making teaching plans, buying books and supplies, doing his workouts and his running, and unpacking the time flew. Every evening he would get done late and fall straight to sleep after watching some porn and a quick jerk off. Friday afternoon Matt reported to the dorms to help with freshmen/sophomore move in. Anyone that has seen this knows what a spectacle it is. Matt was not looking forward to it. When his boss had drafted him to help he was filled with dread of having to help move heavy boxes for ungrateful brats and dealing with complaining parents. Much to his surprise most of the people, both students and parents, were very nice, appreciative and he had fun swapping stories with them as he helped them move in. Plus as an added bonus he got a chance to check out the hot young men moving into campus. Some of which he put a mental image of in his spank bank for later. Finally around 6 o’clock, his boss thanked him for all the help and sent him on his way. Tired and wore out, Matt thought of going home and making a light dinner and slumming the rest of the night. As he was walking across campus toward his apartment he heard someone yell his name. He turned to see a young man, about 19 or 20 years old, about 5’7 and looked to have a great build. As he got closer Matt realized he was one of the young men he helped move into the dorms that day. He couldn’t remember his name but he remembered checking out his round ass and the package he was sporting in the front of his shorts. “Hey Matt, I am Alex, I don’t know if you remember me but you helped me move into Anthony Hall this morning.” The young man said smiling. “Yes” replied Matt, “ I remember you. You were on the third floor if I remember right. How are you? All moved in? Out exploring the campus?” “Yep, that’s me. Yea I didn’t have much to unpack. Plus my dorm-mate’s parents were being all mushy and I needed to get out of there. I was going to go to the student mixer at the union. I saw you and wondered if you wanted to go with me? ” Matt so wanted to go, but he knew he must be careful. He was not allowed to date or anything along those lines with any of his students. But, he figured a group campus pep rally thing would be all right. “Yea, sounds good, lets go on over.” The mixer was fun. It had a dj, good food, lots of young and fun people, a few games, and all those type things. Matt even had a few drinks. Around 11, Matt knew he needed to head home he had to help with move in again the next morning. He found Alex and told him he was getting ready to go. “Ok, you care if I walk with you, I probably should see if my roommate has pushed his parents out the door yet.” Alex responded with a laugh. “Sure I will walk you back, make sure you don’t get lost.” As they walked across campus they made small talk about this and that. What classes each were taking and their majors. To Matt’s relief Alex was in a different program in a different college. That meant he would not have to worry about fraternization problems. Matt was not sure if it was the cool summer night air or the drinks he had at the mixer but he was getting horny. As two approached the dorm the talk turned flirty. Finally when they entered the dorm Alex pushed Matt into the bathroom and locked the door. Once in the bathroom, Alex fell to his knees and pulled out Matt’s cock and started to lick and kiss it. He then took the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around his head. Then he slowly swallowed Matt’s cock inch by inch till he felt his balls against his chin. He continued to suck and worship his cock for the next 20 minutes. He then turned Matt around and pushed him forward a bit to help reveal his nice tight pink hole. Matt was more of a top but always enjoyed being rimmed. Alex blew on his hole. This made Matt go nuts and moan then force Alex’s entire face into his crack. Alex took this as a sign to continue and he start to eat the tight hole in front of him. He was rewarded with moans from this hot man in front of him. Alex loved the taste of Matt’s hole. It was a bit musky but clean. It had the sent of a true man, not that of the boys he had been with before. He just loved eating this ass and taking him in. He was so hard that his cock was almost ready to bust his zipper. He was so ready to fuck this tight ass. He slowly kissed up the crack of this hot man in front of him. He made his way up his back and to his neck and ear. He nibbled his ear and slowly rubbed his ass checks. “Mmmm baby, I so want to fuck your ass. Is it okay if I do?” Alex whispered into Matt’s ear. “Oh, yes please stick it in me. I need it so bad!” With that Alex unzipped and lowered his pants and boxers, spit in his hand and applied it to his swollen cock. He then lightly pushed the head against Matt’s hole. The pre-cum started to really flow. This made it easier to push his head into Matt’s tight hole. As the head popped into his hole, Matt moaned from pain. As Alex pushed deeper into him, it was difficult to take it all without too much pain and having to stop. He breathed deep relaxed, arched his back and pressed out. Alex did not have a super long cock, maybe 6.5 or 7 inches long as far as he can tell, but he was super thick. It had been so long since he had been fucked but as he relaxed he was really coming to enjoy it. Once Alex hit bottom, the last of the pain seemed to melt away. The feeling of this thick raw cock filling him so full was heaven to Matt. He couldn’t believe how nice it felt. Then it got better as the young stallion started to really pickup steam and move in all the right ways. For 10 minutes this hot young man drilled his tight hole. Making his moan and groan in pleasure. All the while Alex kissed his neck and jerked his throbbing cock. All at once Matt felt his balls tingle, his cock swell and his cum shoot out of him. As his first volley hit the floor he heard Alex moan, felt his thickness grow and felt the tingle deep in his hole. The young stallion was unloading deep in his hole. They stood there, both spent, breathing deeply. Alex slowly kissed his back and neck as his cock softened. After a few minutes, Alex slipped out and he puled up his jeans as matt did the same. “Thanks man, that was so hot! I knew from the moment I saw you this morning helping people move I wanted to fuck you!” “No, thank you Alex. It has been a while since I have bottomed. I really enjoyed it. Now I have to go, I have to help more people move in tomorrow. Early morning and all. But here is my number, we will hang out again soon.” They kissed goodnight and hugged and Matt headed for home. He got home, showered off, and fell into bed. He drifted off to sleep thinking of the two hot men he has had played with since he arrived in town.

http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/01/seeding-boys-in-kc.html Soon my little Twinkie will be coming over. I met him online last night while bored. I hate leaving town, but this weekend I have a nice hotel room and might as well share it with a nice young man. I met a twink last night online. Dark blond hair, Beiber style, deep blue eyes, looks fifteen, no body hair, and a nice smile. I hear a knock on the door and look through the peep hole and see a small young boy standing outside my door. He is dressed in clubbish apparel with headphones wrapped around his neck. I open the door and welcome him in. “Hi there,” I say. “Hey,” he smiles. I grab him and kiss him hard on the lips. I have been planning this all day. His kisses me back and I grab the back of his neck tightly and kiss him hard. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he sucks it. He’s a good kisser. I grab his t-shirt and pull it over his head. His boyish looks gives makes my dick hard. He’s twenty two but could easily be mistaken as fifteen. He’s a thin boy standing at 5’10 and only weighing 150 pounds. I pull my slacks down and slip out of him. Our ivory skin touches. My hairy legs to his smooth. My dick is hard and I need his nice lips on it. I shove him onto the ground. I continue kissing him, grabbing him around the neck, placing his hand on my seven inch cut dick. I feel almost twice his size at 6’5 and 230 pounds. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and the wetness of it makes me want it on my dick. I pull down my boxers and slide out of him. My seven incher rubs against his jeans. I move push his head hard to the ground and shove my cock into his mouth. He takes my seven inches deep into his mouth. He takes all seven inches down his throat sucking hardly. I reach up and turn the video camera he requested and fuck his mouth hard. He sucks my dick hard, his warm mouth making my dick throb. I pull my dick from his throat and stand him up. I remove his jeans and boxers. His stiff dick is long at least 7 ½ inches and uncut. I grab him by his long dick and move him to my bedroom taking the video camera with me. I shove him onto the bed. I set the camera where it will film us. I straddle the boy and remove my shirt. I rub my hairy chest against his bare skin. He moans and we begin to kiss again. We make out sucking each other’s tongues, my hairy chest rubbing onto his. I hear his muffled moans and flip him over exposing his pale firm ass. I part his ass cheeks and rub my fingers around his asshole. He moans and I place my mouth over his ass licking his hole and squeezing his ass cheeks. He moans loudly and I bit the inside of his ass cheek. He moans louder and I take my bare dick and rub it on his ass. I give his nice ass a smack. He moans and I slide my dick into his tight asshole. The boy moans loudly and I begin thrusting my dick in and out of his ass. He moves his hips in circles fucking my dick with his ass. I punch his raw ass with my cock for a good fifteen minutes. He moans and I place one of my arms around his neck choking him as I piston in and out of his gaping hole. I shove my seven inches deeper into him and he slams his small ass into my body. My dick throbs inside of him and I feel like cumming. I begin pumping my dick quickly in and out of his ass and release a huge load deep into him. He quickly grabs his cock and within a minute he is pumping out a big, creamy load of cum all over his smooth boy chest. I pull my dick out and watch my cum dripping from his asshole. He looks back and kisses me deeply. “Get dressed,” I say, “I have company coming over very soon. “Ok,” he says as he runs to get his clothes. “You were a real good fuck, very submissive,” I tell him. “Thanks,” he smiles, puts his clothing on my cum still dripping from his ass and walks out the door. I smile and redress awaiting my next online meet. I met him on BBRT. He is a poz cum dump in search of loads. An hour later I hear a knock at my door. It is another skinny boy, not as boyish looking though. He has sandy brown hair, 5’8, and 140 pounds. I open the door and he comes in. “Hello there,” I say. “Hi,” he says. “Want to see what I just bred,” I ask. “Sure,” he says. I show him the video, the boy looking very young in the video with his soft blonde hair the guy instantly get a boner. “Awwww how sweet,” he says in an annoyingly fake female voice laying his messy head onto my chest. I grab him at the crotch and squeeze tightly. He moans and makes a face at me. Thinking I am wanting to suck his dick he quickly removes his pants and boxes. He exposes a 7 ½ inch cut cock. I grab him by the balls and lead him into my bedroom. I lean him over the bed and begin smacking his ass. I spank him hardly. He wails with each smack. I watch his pale white ass turn red and shake with the force of my hand. I then insert my finger into his ass. He moans. I insert a second finger into his ass. He begins grinding his ass on my fingers pleasing himself. I grab his balls and give them a squeeze. The man groans loudly. I insert two more fingers into his ass. I have half of my hand into him and he quits grinding and acting like a fool. He is moaning in the pain I give him and the control I have now taken of him. I spread my fingers and he screams loudly into a pillow. I take my thumb and shove it in his ass, I begin moving my fingers slowly deeper into him. My whole hand soon enters and the boy screams loudly into the pillow. I fuck his ass with my hand enjoying his screams. I pull my hand out and pull out my hard cock. I shove it deep into his ass and he begins moaning again. I grab his dick and squeeze it tightly. My dick penetrates him deeply and I fuck him hard. He lays still and I pound his ass. We get real verbal talking about how many different dudes have been inside the ass I was now fucking raw. He told me he converted and turned poz when he was 19 and hasn't looked back since. I feel my dick throbbing and cum deep into his ass. My cum dripping from his ass I pull him up by the hair of his head and lead him to the bathroom. I shove him into the bathtub. He looks up at me with fear in his eyes. I take my dick and put it in his mouth. Suck I say. He sucks his ass and my cum off of my dick. I piss a little and he spits it out. I shove my dick deep into the back of his throat and piss down his throat. He moans loudly. I pull my dick out and piss on his face. It runs down his chest and onto his own stiff cock. “Aren’t you going to suck me?” He whines. I don’t respond I turn on the cold water and let it run over him. He shakes and curls up. Once his stiff cock has gone limp I turn on the warm water and jump into the shower with him. We shower with each other. I have him wash my hairy muscular body while I rub soap over his smooth body. I think about how much I may not hate leaving town after all.