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Part 64 - Return Call Steven was scrambling to get ready for work. He and Ryan had been fucking since they got back from their 2PM classes and his ass was full of charged cum. Ryan had just dumped load number three in his ass when he noticed the time and realized they were going to be late for work. Standing in the shower, he pushed it out and watched it run towards the drain, the water helping it along. He hated to do it, but with that much cum he knew it would want to escape at the least opportune time while he was working. They dressed and both walked over to the restaurant. Once again the manager asked Steven to wait tables. It seemed that he was getting asked to do it more and more so he felt that they had confidence in him and hopefully he would be doing it all the time soon. As he took the order from table 12, his phone buzzed. He knew he had to be careful when looking at messages while at work. So when he finally had a spare minute he ducked into the storage room and read it. “Are you available tonight after work?” He looked at the contact and it was from Mr. Snyder. He hadn’t heard anything from him since the first meeting a week and a half earlier. Steven’s heart started beating faster. He kind of had hoped that he wouldn’t hear from Mr. Snyder ever again, but he did like the money he got. Several thoughts went through his mind - was the one fuck enough to infect him? It was probably too soon but he could be. Did he want to meet so he could accuse him of pozzing him up? A man that rich could crush Steven and leave him broke and homeless on possibly in jail for the rest of his life. He showed the message to Ryan who told him he was being too dramatic and just go turn the trick and enjoy the extra cash. During the next lull Steven was back in the storage room and typed out a reply - “yes. meet out front again?” A few minutes later he got a simple reply - “Yes. 10:15” He finished his shift and he once again tried to clean up a bit in the bathroom before meeting Ryan out in back of the restaurant. Ryan kissed him and said “Have fun!” They walked along the side of the building and when they got to the street Steven spotted the SUV. Ryan turned left and headed back to his dorm room and Steven walked over to the truck. The driver opened the back door for him and he got in and was on his way to Mr. Snyder’s mansion. Steven was even more nervous than the first time he went. He felt guilty for not telling Mr. Snyder he was poz and quite infectious if the last test results he got from Tyler were to be believed. He tempered that guilt with the knowledge that Mr. Snyder was well educated and yet never questioned Steven about his status and willingly got fucked raw by him. They pulled up to the huge mansion and the driver opened the door. This time he went to the front door by himself. Before he could knock, the front door opened and there stood a guy with a bow tie and a black jockstrap and nothing more. He was about Steven’s age and height, slightly more muscular, dark close cropped hair but that was the extent of any hair he could find. The guy said “Welcome Steven. Our master awaits you” as he ushered him inside. Steven got a knot in his gut. He wasn’t anyone’s slave, sub or boy, unless someone was referring to Ryan, and even then that was not how their relationship worked. He followed the guy and passed the doors to the room he was in before. The guy opened another door and then descended down the steps to a lower level. They walked down a hallway and then the guy opened yet another door. He stood to the side and motioned that Steven should go inside. Steven walked in and saw a large sex room. It was like the one that Joe and Kyle used to have in the bedroom he now used, but much larger. He saw Mr. Snyder laying on a padded bench, his stomach on the leather and each wrist and ankle locked to the thick wood legs. As he walked towards him, he heard the door close behind him and the guy quickly walked past him until he was standing next to Mr. Snyder. Steven looked back and forth between the two and was unsure what to do. “I’m glad you could come tonight, Steven” Mr. Snyder said. “Yes, sir” Steven replied. “I thought you might like to meet one of my boys. I have a few on staff to keep me entertained. They are all bottoms, since I usually prefer the top role. It is only when I need to satisfy a different itch, that I bring in people such as yourself” Mr. Snyder said. There was a pause and he continued “Obviously, I enjoyed our last encounter. It was much more satisfying than the previous few. It’s nice to find a younger man who knows how to properly use another man. First, I want to watch you use Will, here. He has earned the privilege of being fucked by someone besides me. My cock has been the only one that has ever been inside him. Please use the mat in front of me so I can see and enjoy him as you wish.” Steven smiled and hoped that Will knew what he was getting into. He slowly disrobed and replied to Mr. Snyder “Yes, sir. Thank you.” He stood there naked trying to figure out what to do to make sure that Mr. Snyder was pleased with his performance. Thinking back on his fun with Ryan earlier, he was happy that he didn’t have a chance to blow his load during their fuck. Steven stroked his cock and moved to the mat. Will was already there, on his knees with his hands behind his back, awaiting Steven’s orders. Steven approached and stood in front of Will. He stood there for an extended period of time, waiting to see if Will would make a move to suck him before Steven told him what to do. Will stood there and Steven could see how eager he was to either suck or get fucked, but stood his place. Will licked his lips and Steven slapped his face firmly, but without much force. “You will wait until you are told what to do” Steven said sternly. Steven’s cock got harder by the second. Mr. Snyder may be the master around this house, but he was going to be the best alpha. Will had a look of shock in his face as he resumed his position and now expressionless face. Steven grinned and only looked over at Mr. Snyder with his eyes. He saw a slight grin and figured that he was doing a good job so far. He moved closer and his rigid cock was only two inches from Will’s lips. He stroked it a few times, pulling the foreskin back and watching a drop of precum form at the end of his cock. He held it there, taunting Will with his hungry cock. Will wasn’t going to move until told to do so. He already found out that Steven was almost as demanding as his master. His breathing got quicker, but he stayed in place even though he wanted to leap forward and swallow down the first non-white cock he had ever been this close to. Steven moved an inch closer and he could see Will tense up. He then leaned in and brushed his cock over Will’s lips, testing him a little more. Satisfied that Will would obey and was eager, Steven put his hand on the back of Will’s head and then told him “Suck it, Will.” Will opened his mouth and licked off the drop of precum, savoring Steven’s unique taste. His lips brushed against Steven’s cock as he took more of it into his mouth, using his tongue to slather spit over it and stimulate it more. Steven was slowly fucking Will’s head onto his cock, deeper and deeper each time. His cock nudged into Will’s throat and he was pleasantly surprised at the lack of gag reflex. He put his other hand on Will’s head and thrust in all the way. Other than a warm, moist throat enveloping his cock, Will did not protest or struggle. Instead, he massaged the end of his cock with throat muscles. Steven held him there, enjoying the feeling until he felt the muscles seem to spasm. He pulled Will’s head back and tilted it up towards his. Will was quietly gasping for air, refilling his lungs. Steven knew that Will was no stranger to this sort of treatment. With no struggle until his body instinctively showed his limit, Steven knew that Will was trained to serve and trust his master. Once he had replenished his oxygen supply, Steven pushed his cock back into Will’s waiting mouth. He released his hands and let the boy prepare his cock for its eventual anal entry. Will deepthroated Steven’s cock several times and pulled off after almost twenty minutes of oral stimulation. He looked up briefly to Steven and saw first his smile and then his nod. “Show me that ass” Steven said and Will turned around and presented his smooth butt. Steven kneeled and pulled the two halves apart. He spit on the hole and then pressed two fingers to the puckered ring. He rubbed the spit around the hole and then pushed them in. They sunk in easily and soon Steven knew why. He pulled them out and saw the creamy coating. He licked the tips and then fed his fingers to Will who eagerly sucked them clean. He heard Mr. Snyder quietly chuckle and knew that he had prepped Will’s hole. Steven jabbed his face into the crack and pushed his tongue in before sucking out some of the cum inside Will’s cunt. He could tell the move surprised Will, but he recovered quickly and braced himself for the next step. There was no need for any more foreplay and Steven sat up and shoved his cock into the freshly bred pussy. He drove in with one long, fast movement until his body slammed into Will’s. There was only the slightest of grunts from the bottom but Steven could feel his body race to adapt to the bare cock that was now fully implanted inside it. Before Will was completely ready, he pulled back and rammed in again feeling the quivering hole around his shaft. Steven began a series of slow, hard thrusts which forced much of Mr. Snyder’s cum out of Will’s hole. What was left was the bare minimum of lube coating Steven’s cock and the vulnerable walls of Will’s chute. Steven knew that this was the right time to pound the hungry cunt and abuse it enough to make it receptive to the virus that was slowly seeping into his body from his precum. He fucked hard and then harder still until he was pulling all the way out and then shoving back into the battered hole. Steven looked over and saw Mr. Snyder watch him fuck his sub ruthlessly. He didn’t have an expression of surprise or pleasure, but one of admiration. Steven’s pace picked up and the tightness in his balls increased. Holding on to Will’s hips, he slammed in several times, the last one bringing a flood of poz cum into the bottom’s well used hole. Steven growled as the pulses added spurts of jizz into the throbbing cunt. Steven pulled his cock out slowly, using his fingers to push any cum that tried to escape back into the confines of Will’s hole. He shoved two fingers in and roughly twisted them around, gouging his fingernails into the soft flesh. This last move caused the only real audible noises from Will. It was louder than a whimper and almost a quiet scream. One more twist and Steven pulled his fingers out and pressed them to Will’s lips. Will licked them clean and then started to turn around before he stopped, realizing he had received no instructions to do so. “That’s ok. Turn around, Will. Assume your sub position, facing your master” Steven said pointing to a spot to make sure he was off to the side so he could have a better view of the upcoming activities. The grin on Steven’s face told Will and his master that he was thinking of something devious. Steven stood and walked the few steps over to Mr. Snyder and pressed his cum covered cock to Mr. Snyder’s lips. Trapped, Mr. Snyder started to object but Steven’s hands on the back of his head told him it was futile. In seconds, his mouth opened and took the slime coated cock into his mouth. Steven slowly fucked in and out, making the master become his cocksucker. Steven heard Will gasp and assumed he had never seen his master forced into submission. He only spent a few minutes making Mr. Snyder clean his cock of the cum mixture before pulling out and saying “Very good.” Steven moved around to the back of Mr. Snyder and caressed the exposed butt. He moved his hand so that it ran up and down the crack and then pushed his middle finger into the crack so it dragged along from the taint to the hole. He pushed the dry finger into the hole and heard a moan from Mr. Snyder. If anything, it felt even tighter than the last time. Steven fucked and twisted his finger around until he could push a second finger in. He heard a pained groan as he screwed his fingers in harder. Will stood to the side, keeping quiet but the expression on his face showed his shock. Steven dripped a gob of spit onto his fingers and pushed them in and then added a third finger. Steven gave one last twist and pulled his fingers out. One step had him centered behind the millionaire’s ass, close but not touching. He looked down and saw the pucker wink at him and he knew that Mr. Snyder was anticipating his penetration. Steven dripped some spit and let it run down the crack, over the hole and down to the elder’s balls. He drew it out, waiting longer and making both Will and Mr. Snyder wait for the inevitable plunge. On their first meeting, Mr. Snyder was completely in control with what happened and when. Steven was taking advantage of this new situation and was going to do things his way this time. He reached down and circled the now quivering ring with his finger and pushed it in to the second knuckle and left it there. He heard Mr. Snyder clear his throat, but other than that he stayed silent. Will was craning his neck to try and see what was happening, but his master’s body blocked the view. The hole pulsed around his finger and Steven smiled. He waited several seconds more and then pulled his finger free and jammed his dripping cock into Mr. Snyder’s pussy. He was balls deep in only a second or two and heard a loud, pained grunt from his bottom. Will looked shocked as he watched his master being violated like he was but did not move from his position. Steven gave Mr. Snyder only a moment to get used to the cock in his tight cunt. He started with long strokes, pulling back slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside and then shoved back in. Each time was a little faster on the withdrawal until he had an even pace, fucking in and pulling back. He started moving his hips around and each thrust dug in at a different angle. He felt Mr. Snyder squirm on the bench and a quick slap of the lightly haired ass stopped that movement. He heard a quiet gasp from Will and smiled back at him. Steven gave a half dozen quick and hard thrusts and then went back to slow pulls and firm shoves. He could feel the hole getting slicker, no doubt from his precum and maybe some ass juice from Mr. Snyder. He marveled at how stiff his cock had remained since he first entered Will until now. He didn’t have a chance to take a vitamin V before the session, since he kept his small stash that Joe gave him at home. He wondered if the first fuck was enough to infect Mr. Snyder or whether this was the one that would do it. Of course with his more aggressive attitude this session, there might not be another meeting to fuck him again. He wasn’t sure that Mr. Snyder liked having an aggressive top after the previous session where he had been a Dominant bottom and told Steven he wanted to be in control. It didn’t matter. Steven wanted to fuck his way and while he liked the money, if this was the last time then he didn’t care. He started to fuck harder and grabbed Mr. Snyder’s hips to brace himself. Their skin slapped together and his formerly swinging balls started to draw up closer to his cock. He could feel the occasional spray of precum from Mr. Snyder’s swaying cock as he slammed into him. Steven jammed in one more time as his cock swelled and began shooting it’s charged payload into the abused tunnel. “Oh fuck yes, boy” Mr. Snyder exclaimed. The pulses faded and Steven started to slowly fuck the now sloppy hole. Something inside him wanted to keep fucking Mr. Snyder’s ass. He thought partly it was to do a thorough job and partly because it felt so good to have a tight cum filled hole gripping his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last very long and the third load of the night would be small but he fucked with determination. He heard a few grunts from Mr. Snyder and could tell that he wasn’t used to being fucked for as long as Steven had. He pounded for a few minutes more and then unleashed four last spurts of toxin into the battered hole. He slowly removed his cock and looked around the playroom to see if he could find a plug. Not seeing one he walked around Mr. Snyder and presented his dripping cock to Will. Will glanced over at his master and then back to the cock in front of him. He licked the charged cum off the shaft and then cleaned off Steven’s bush and balls. Steven patted him on his head and said “Good job, Will” before turning back to Mr. Snyder. “Thank you sir. I hope you enjoyed it.” Mr. Snyder was not used to being the one on the bench and looked back at Steven. “Yes, boy. That was a lot more than I was expecting. I may have misjudged your talents. The driver will have your payment. You may go now” Mr. Snyder said, still locked on the bench, sweating profusely and with labored breathing. Steven assumed that Will would release him, just as he assumed he had locked him down before Steven’s arrival. Steven had been careful to always face Will and Mr. Snyder so that they couldn’t see the brand, but he looked down at Will and walked right in front of him, the biohazard branded ass cheek just inches from his face. He thought he heard a slight gasp but he wasn’t sure. He took a towel from the table and wiped his cock off and put his clothes on. Steven showed himself out and heard the front door click shut behind him as he walked to the SUV. The driver was waiting with an open door and Steven climbed in. On the seat next to him was an envelope and he picked it up and held it for the ride back to the restaurant. The driver stopped and got out, opening the door for Steven. As Steven got out the driver said quietly “You must be good. Few ever go back for a second visit, much less get a bonus. Enjoy your night, sir.”

PART 13 Tom broke off the kiss and looked down at me. “You sexy little stud. I am so lucky you walked by my door. I am gonna keep that little boyhole so happy. And so full,” he whispered. I just nodded up at him. He grabbed me a little rougher than normal and flipped me over grunting “I want to see my cock going in and out of my boy's hole.” He was stroking his already hard cock. Instinctively, I arched my back and went ass up and head down, completely offering my already fucked and cum slick cunt up to him. My legs were spread and my hole was totally exposed, as he started sliding his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he gripped the base of his massive cock and began running tiny circles over my rosebud with his cockhead. It was driving me crazy and i was bucking back to try to get it inside me. Finally, so hungry and teased I couldn’t take it, emotion took over and I practically cried out for it, “Please fuck me!” And with that I felt the pressure increase and my hole began to open up and accept Tom’s beautiful penis. He went slow but steady, and it was a little hard to take but the cum he had already shot into me slickened it up. The fullness increased and I fell into ecstasy again. He was going slow but fucking me with deeper and longer strokes. It felt incredible and I pushed out my hole to try to get even More of him inside me. “My cock looks so fucking hot going in and out if you Chris. Your tight little boy butt. It’s like magic just pulling the cum out of me. I can’t help it. You are gonna make me shoot again. Is that what you want?” he asked in that whisper-moan of his that drove me crazy. “I want it! I want it please!”, I practically yelled. The strokes were longer even, all the way until the point where his head alone was wrapped around my ring and then all the way in balls deep, slowly and steadily. “You want to take another poz load, sexy boy? Is that it? You need that special cum inside your hole, don’t you? Don't you? Deep in your little boy hole,” he grunted. And I lost it. The lust overpowered me and I found myself answering him, “Fuck yes I need it. I fucking need it in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” Who knows how many times I repeated the last part. He sped up and he was driving deep. It hurt but I didn’t care. The sharp pain of his cock stabbing my guts almost made it feel even better. And then he drove extra deep and his HIV positive sperm erupted into my eager and begging hole. And I had begged. He had asked me and I had begged him to do it. And I wanted it. At that moment all that mattered was that I was his bottom and he had just shared his sperm with me. Given me his seed. He collapsed on top of me. “Please stay in me," I whimpered. “My baby boy already addicted to man cum in his hungry little boy hole. My sexy baby boy,” as I felt him throb inside me as he tried to milk every drop of cum into me that he could. And my mind flashed quickly HIV load number four now. But instead of fear, I was thinking of load number five, which I knew I would need. And need soon. The hunger was just growing. The need to get fucked. And to be bred.

Part 25 Nick and Tanner laughed at Rob’s predicament for a few more minutes and then left and shut the door. Rob was left bound in the crouching position with the ball gag and pig tail plug for over an hour before they returned. They entered the room with a camera man and a few bags of what looked like groceries. “Hey little piggy, we thought we’d take this opportunity to do a quick photo shoot.” Nick took a cell phone and took a quick pic of the trussed up Rob and held it up to Rob’s face. “Thought you might want to see what’s in your ass,” Nick remarked. Rob blushed in embarrassment when he saw the pig tail. With the big red ball gag in his mouth he did resemble a trussed up pig with an apple. The three men lifted Rob off the bed and placed him on the metal cart that was in the room. Nick looked at Rob to answer his questioning look. “I thought we’d take a few pictures to help promote some of our up-coming holiday parties.” Nick then turned to the other two guys in the room and said, “Let’s make this look like a festive feast.” The men then started arranging an array of fruits and vegetables on the cart around Rob. Rob now felt like he was part of some sort of deranged buffet table. Nick removed the ball gag from Rob’s mouth and said, “We need just one more thing to finish this off.” Nick held up an actual apple and pushed the big red fruit into Rob’s open mouth. The apple was pushed deep enough that Rob couldn’t dislodge it. The camera man took pictures from all angles and ranges. Rob was totally humiliated. He thought it couldn’t be any worse until Nick turned to Tanner and said, ”Let’s take this little piggy to market.” Tanner laughed and pushed the cart holding Rob out the door. They passed multiple people as they moved through the building. People would point and laugh and make pig noises at Rob as he passed by. Several guys opened the fly of their pants and slapped Rob’s face with their cocks. When they passed by the loading dock, the FedEx delivery guy even got involved. He pulled his cock out of his uniform and ran it around the apple that was stuffed in Rob’s mouth. Rob was then rolled into the party play area and more pictures were taken with some of the bondage gear in the background. Nick commented to the camera man and Tanner that the pics would really help promote the parties. “We’ll have to have a bottom trussed up like this as a centerpiece for the parties; I don’t know if this particular pig will still be around though.” Rob overheard the comment and a shiver ran up his spine. What made it worse was that Nick hadn’t elaborated on what he meant by that comment. The cart was then pushed to a room adjacent to the party room. Rob recognized the chair inside the room. This was the room he was prepped in before his first party. Rob was untied and then strapped into the barber’s chair. His legs were spread wide and the pig tail butt plug was removed. Nick held a large tumbler of Gatorade and stuck a straw into Rob’s mouth. “Drink up pig; you need to replenish your fluids and electrolytes.” Rob greedily sucked down the drink so fast that he barely tasted it. In the back of his mind he was sure the Gatorade contained something he wasn’t told about, whether that be cum, piss or drugs. He was actually right about that; the Gatorade was heavily dosed with G. The dose had been calculated to keep Rob right on the edge of consciousness. The video screens in front of him flashed to life. The video that was playing was very different than the one he watched the first time he was secured to this chair. Instead of scenes of him topping , all the scenes showed him serving cock. The familiar penis gag was put into his mouth and he felt the telltale burning sensation as a large shard of T was pushed deep into his ass followed by the insertion of a butt plug. The Tina was making him horny but at the same time the G was making him very dizzy. He watched the video for a while and he began to reflexively suck on the penis gag and squeeze his ass on the plug. A pair of headphones was placed on his head and he heard Nick’s voice repeating different commands over and over. “You are a worthless cum dump meant only to service cock” “You love the taste of piss and cum fed directly down your throat” “You would do anything to have your pig holes fucked” “You are a cum dump that will take any cock” “You must service cock” “You will beg to be fucked and used in bondage” “Your limits are solely determined by the cock fucking you” Nick and Tanner then shut off the lights in the room and left Rob alone. Rob was in a trance like state. He was reliving what he saw on the screen. The drugs were making him feel pleasure as he saw himself on the screen being fucked, drinking piss and sucking cock. He could actually smell the asses, pits and crotches in his mind. Rob would float in and out of consciousness but throughout the time he heard Nick’s voice relentlessly demanding that he accept himself as a cum dump bottom while he watched the images of himself being used. His body reacted to those images and soon he found himself bucking his ass in time to the fuck he was witnessing on the screen. He would suck hard on the gag, swallow, lick and/or sniff based on what he was seeing. He was too tired to resist. The video and audio played all night. Rob was awakened by someone slapping his face and balls. At some point the headset had been removed and the video had stopped, but Rob didn’t remember when. He opened his eyes and saw Tanner standing there. “Wake up slut, it’s time to get moving.” “We are going to skip the gym today, but we have another special treat to start your day.” Tanner moved his fingers across Rob’s naval area and showed him the cum he had scooped up. “It looks like you enjoyed your night,” he laughed.

I struggled as those words sank into my head: ‘Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro’ – fucking hell. I need to get out of here now. However I’ve been sucking on a poz cock, and there’s another one targeting my hole. “That’s right bro. Let us in” Glen said as his precum started to drip over my hole and started to make his way in. Fuck it hurt, but a good hurt. Everything screaming at me to wake up out of this nightmare. These two toxic men have me pinned down, with no escape. “What’s your name, pig? Good to know which new members to keep an eye on” “Huh? Um, yeah, it’s Dan” “Hey Dan, hot body you have there. We rarely see guys your age – I’m thinking 40? - still neg here, so you have to understand our excitement.” “Yeah but… I don’t want to join. I just want to go home. Please… let me go and I’ll leave you to it” “Too late bro. You’ve got toxic precum in your mouth and around your pighole now, and those poppers are helping us to see what your prospects are and what you REALLY want” “Seriously, don’t do this. I don’t want to become a poz…” It was then when Glen rammed his cock further into me at the same time as Steve shoved his cock into my throat. The pain of gagging subsided as I got used to my plight. I’m being spit-roasted by two toxic fuckers and somehow calming down into their strokes and rhythm against my best wishes. I could hear Glen and Steve muttering encouragement to each other “Yeah, that’s the stuff. He’s adapting nicely”, “That’s right lad, accept your fate. Let these daddies incubate you and start you off right”. My mind was slowing down. The feelings of fear and panic put on the backburner, as I was reveling in my new glimpses of pigginess. Betraying my sensible side and belonging right in the moment. For the next few minutes I was part of a scene I’d longed for but always felt I’d know when to get out of it. My energy, my whole being basically acting as a life support to a cock. Hey… this isn’t quite as terrifying as I feared. Then I was jolted out of it as Steve roared and blew his load in my hole. My addled mind wondering why come I denied myself that cum, that hole usage all this time? A sense of calm flowed across me. Enlightenment. “Oh Steve, I think you’ve hooked him now” Glen then pulled out of my mouth and replaced Steve at my hole, and then set about adding his blend to the mix. “Two unmedicated poz loads. I bet you didn’t expect your evening to end up quite so exciting, hey Dan? You’re going to become one of us mate, and I can tell that you’re starting to come around to the idea.” Dear God help me.

Here it was. Finally graduating high school. Two weeks prior I had just turned 18. My best friend would be moving up north with his mom because he couldn't stand his father for being gay. Tom tried to be a great dad to Mike but Mike hated gay people. I hid my gay desires from him because he was the only friend I had. Tom was basically a father to me as well since my dad left when I was five. I acted more like a son than Mike did. I even called Tom dad from time to time. It just felt natural. As soon as puberty hit I knew I was gay. I started seeing Tom in a whole other way and he definitely noticed. We had talks about it and the feelings I was having. He told me if I could remain a virgin until graduation he would take my cherry and give me the greatest gift any bottom could receive. Those five years were torture. Now graduation is over and Mike has left town. I'm ready for Daddy's graduation gift.

Flirt I was a faithful husband in a monogamous marriage of three years. My husband was a god among men: handsome, strong, successful, and a great partner in every way. But when I let my mind wander, it wandered down the same path. What likely started off as a desire to see raw fucking had morphed over the years into a fetish for bug chasing. And such dominated my fantasies (as well as my porn searches). I was not on any hookup apps but was popular on other social media. Periodically, I received messages from strangers wanting to meet me or chat me up. I generally declined their messages., but for a reason still unknown to me, one such message didn’t go ignored. The sender’s name was Travis. A brief skim of his profile revealed he was cute (though skinnier than I preferred). He worked as an EMT and lived in the suburbs. His life looked decidedly less – refined? desirable?-- than ours, with a cheap and dirty looking apartment compared to our city condo, a pickup truck to our luxury SUV, a mutt to our Labrador. He initially messaged in response to a photo I posted from the gym, complimenting me on my form. I thanked him, and followed him back. Minor chit chat ensued between Travis and me periodically for the weeks after. And then one Saturday afternoon, our exchange took a turn: Out of nowhere, he sent a photo. It was a selfie from neck down, revealing a skinny torso giving way to what I can only describe as a perfect dick. Thick, long, and beautiful, with a mushroom head that I immediately craved. I was mesmerized and told him so. I wanted to see and know more about Travis suddenly – not just chatter, but substance. His dick had penetrated me through my phone. In the coming weeks, through online conversation, we got to know one another through words, photos and videos. I learned that Travis only fucks bare, which I found so hot. Condoms, he said, were a turn-off. I learned he had followed me online for a while, intuitively knew that I was a bottom who would want his dick. He was a master of words that struck at my core of sexuality: I needed raw penetration and I needed cum. Ultimately, our chats led to the inevitable question: would this be just an online flirtation, or could we meet up in person to consummate our passion. For him, there were no reasons not to get together. He wanted to breed me, and I wanted to be bred. End of story. On my end, all I saw were reasons why this could never happen. I was married (happily, I might add), and my husband would never let a third like Travis into our relationship or allow any open-ness for me to experience this tryst. And if I were to cheat, which I never had, I couldn’t do it raw despite all of our banter and my fantastical desires for Travis’s cum. Travis pressed for a secret get-together. He described how it could go down: I find you in a bathroom, where you drop to your knees. You pull out my big soft dick. You take my cock in your mouth and it grows to rock hard. I pull you to your feet and take you into a stall, bend you over and slide my wet hard cock, drenched in precum, into your amazing hole. Then you milk my load out of me. I loved every detail of this fantasy and tell him so. I told him how I wanted his load in me so badly. I told him what a god he was, how my hole was made for penetration by his perfect wood. But conflicted and faithful, I said I couldn’t. Travis said I was wasting his time by chatting with no future. Our online conversations were likely coming to an end, and that our fantasies were going to be thwarted by reality. But then, unexpectedly, my husband had to leave town for the weekend. Drunk My husband and I were rarely apart, so his weekend away was somewhat momentous. I went out drinking with friends, who treated the event almost like a bachelor party. Midnight rolled around after a long day of boozing, and I decided to call it a night. In the cab home, I instinctively opened my phone and messaged Travis. He was always on my mind. “Hey stud.” “Sup?” was his nonchalant response. “My husband’s out of town this weekend.” A statement that dropped like a rock into a still pond, with ripples reverberating forever into the distance. “I have to come over. Now.” Travis said. I guess I knew I’d invited this response, but it was just so… real. Did I really just open myself up to having an affair with one drunken text? “Like, now now? For real?” I responded. “Yes. Send me your address. I can leave right away.” My stomach churned with excitement and fear as I typed out our address and told him to text me when he arrived so I could guide him into our building. I panicked. What was about to happen? I didn’t know Travis beyond smut talk. It was already late at night. What was I thinking? I decided to jump in the shower to sober up a bit and to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Time was limited if he was already on his way. Fuck My phone buzzed: He was downstairs. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said aloud to myself. I was literally shaking as I walked to the elevator. I looked at my reflection in the doors as they slid shut. I’d opted for my go-to outfit at home: a jock strap, mesh shorts, a tank, and sneakers. I thought the lighting did right by my muscles, and I smirked at myself. The door opened into the garage level, and there he was in real life. Travis. He was not my type, but he was also everything I hoped him to be. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy-blond hair and a mustache. He wore baggier jeans than I would wear, and his t-shirt had a stretched out collar. He was pale and wore a bright gold chain. For a fleeting moment I thought of my husband, tan, muscular, and perfect, some five hundred miles away for work as the warm summer air blew through our parking garage. “Sup, Eric.” He stated as he boarded the elevator and put his hand on my shoulder with a grin. The doors closed. His hand made its way down my back. He squeezed my ass. Once inside our apartment, he pushed me to my knees. Even though I could surely overpower him, I was powerless: he was in command. Just like in the fantasy he’d sent earlier, I unlocked his soft dick from his jeans and began working it with my mouth. Looking up, I could tell by his facial expressions he was pleased. “Damn boy, I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. Thought you were catfishing me. Yanking my chain.” I didn’t think it would ever actually happen either, I though, as his dick grew. A salty taste gradually took over my mouth; I knew he was pre-cumming a lot. My head bobbed back and forth, occasionally taking a break to suck on his balls or to lick his shaft up and down. His dick was as glorious as I’d thought via photos and videos. Perfect really, and now pulsing thanks to my oral pleasures. Finally, he pulled his cock from me and said “get up” And I did. “I want to fuck you in your bed.” He said with a grin. He liked the symbolism of fucking in my marital bed. I led him to the Master bedroom, turned, and he pushed me down onto the mattress. “Take your clothes off.” He commanded, but then seeing the jock strap said “Leave that on.” Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself next to the bed and removed his clothing. He then stroked his glorious dick a few times and began aligning his dick with my hole. No lube, just pre-cum and spit. He pressed. It burned. His perfect mushroom head plodded inside me. My longstanding fantasies arose with Travis’s raw entry. I thought about how personal it was to be fucked bare, how there could be no further closeness to be had. I thought of how vulnerable it was to take another man’s bare cock and to accept their load, with whatever that load carried with it. I then thought of the dudes who begged to be pozzed in the videos I’d watched, and the dom tops who boldly proclaimed they were pozzing their subjects. My hard-on raged. “Are you….?” I trailed off. “Fuck that feels good. I’m… I’m not on PrEP. Are you…” It wasn’t my sexiest banter. I felt his dick drive slowly deeper within my tight ass. He diverted his eyes from his dick entering my hole to my face. “I’m not either.” And he grinned wider, pulling out slightly then pushing back inside me. He began these mini-thrusts with his hips. Slowly but surely, plunging his cock getting deeper and deeper. “That’s hot.” I exclaimed. “It’s too late for me to be on that shit. And too late for you now dude.” “Huh?” I half-asked, delighting in the rhythmic fuck. “What do you mean?” “Dude, you’re mine now. It’s just you and me. My raw dick. Inside your pretty ass. Soon my bare, poz cock is gonna be dumping an unmedicated load in you. I’m marking you forever tonight, Eric.” I arched my back and my eyes rolled back as I felt the ecstasy of our hairy balls finally hitting each other as his dick reached my prostrate. His words were processing in slow motion. “Fuuccckkk” I moaned as he pulled out a bit. “You like my poz dick in you?” he said, just as I’d heard many porn stars say before. Red flags were going up in my brain, but “Fuck yeah” escaped my lips. “I knew you would. I knew you were meant to be my slut.” Travis exclaimed as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. “Fuck your ass feels so good. I’m so fucking ready to take you as mine.” I heard and felt his slim thighs and his full balls slamming against mine as his rhythm grew even more. I clenched my sphincter muscles around his dick, hoping to milk it soon. My tender hole could not take much more of a pounding. My dick was leaking precum all over my stomach. I looked up at Travis, who’s grin had given way to an intense grimace as though he wanted to destroy me with his forward thrusts. His skinny torso was glistening with sweat. His chain bounced back and forth as he pounded me hard. He began grunting loudly – I worried my neighbors would hear. “UNH – UNH – UNH – UNH – FUCK I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNG CUM!!! UNH!!! UNH!!! UNH!!!!!! OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!” He screamed, as a toxic eruption took place deep in my guts. I was rock hard and my dick was throbbing as my fuck hole was now lubricated with Travis’s unmedicated being. I stroked furiously, thinking to myself how hot it was that I’d just taken a load from this stud with the perfect dick I’d worshiped from afar for weeks. He resumed slowly pulsing his dick out and in my ass, fucking his POZ jizz deeper into my chute, he wanted to make sure it would take hold. I gripped my dick harder and kept stroking. “You’re mine now, bitch. I’ve marked you like a dog pissing on a tree. You have my DNA in you forever. Your purpose from here out is to worship my cum, to worship me, and to become mine in every way. Lick my pits you fucking bitch. He leaned down and let me lick his sweaty armpits. My tough meandered down to his nipples. My balls tingled, signaling it was time for me to erupt too. “Fuuucckk!” I screamed, and a fountain of neg spunk erupted over my torso.

As Glen shot into my hole, I had to admit that the feeling of cum in me was starting to turn me on. I laid there, cradled by the pair of them like something they needed to feed and feed off. The grim realisations can hold off for an hour or two, right now I’m starting to understand why guys chase and become cum addicted. The seed deposits soak in to you. Creating a stronger deeper connection with who you’re with. That moment feels like it could last forever. You bond. Perhaps I needed to be shown that, I needed that urge to be forced upon me. So I could see for myself. It was as if the toxic cum decided on me regardless and had begun its takeover, its rewiring. Like I said, I was starting to understand. “How you feeling now Dan. Happy you’ve begun a new life?” That freaked me out. I was drunk and stumbled into a sauna on the wrong evening and now here I was being assimilated into the poz brotherhood. Wait… I’d read that phrase before and now I’m thinking it? I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Steve shoved the poppers under my nose again “It’s time you tasted my cock Dan. It’s been in you already, so nice to complete the circle". I started to play with my own cock, now harder than ever. Glen brushed my hand aside and began to lick my cockhead. The connection was beginning to overwhelm my senses. No wonder they called it a brotherhood. Being like this was something far closer and more erotic than just lovers. Glen was muttering encouragement to me as I sucked him off. “Oh mate. You’re doing very well. I think we should take this elsewhere. What do you think Steve?” Steve removed his mouth from my cock “Fuck yes, maybe see if the sling is free” “Good idea. It usually isn’t free but we can get Dan to the front of the queue. What’s the point of running a night like this if we don’t get first dibs? The others will understand the need to fast track Dan. Maybe one or two of them can pitch in with the next round of recruitment” "There’s another round? What the fuck is this? I saw the sling area earlier and there were a handful of guys hanging around it, all taking it in turns on some poor guy they’d ballgagged. There was no way I was going to get involved in…" “Sniff, Dan. You’re going to love it… eventually.” Oh man.

Raw. Hired an escort while on a business trip and, try as hard as I could, it hurt too much so I paid him and let him go. Then thought the next night: I just have to do this and hired him again. This time he brought his boyfriend on the theory that I could watch them fucking, I suppose. But I told him not to listen to any protest I might make and just fuck me... As it turned out, I was so turned on by having the boyfriend there too that, while I was trying to penetrate the boyfriend, Nathan just thrust his cock inside me and started fucking me. Even though it was 1991 or 1992 (I was 25 or 26), the subject of condoms didn’t get mentioned. I certainly wasn’t going to do anything to hamper the mood; I just wanted the cock in me. Nathan shot his load inside me too - he apologised profusely for doing it - but I was hooked. Then his boyfriend thrust his cock inside me and fucked me almost as well...and a cumslut was born. The two of them must’ve cum inside me 3, 4 or 5 times each that night. I continued to see Nathan for another 10 years after that. Like others, my first 20-30 cocks would all of have bareback. There was an elderly guy in his late 60s or early 70s that first fucked me at a beat not long after my cherry had been popped and continued to fuck me bareback at least once or twice a week for another 10 years or so. It was with him that I first started to think about using condoms and went through a phase where, for several months, I’d go to his caravan and insist as we were getting naked that he use a condom. But, literally every single time, he’d continue just ripping my clothes off and pushing me down and entering me and start fucking me intensely. After he’d blown inside me, he’d always say, “I don’t wear condoms. If I have AIDS, you’ll already have it from me so we may as well enjoy ourselves. If you insist on me wearing a condom, bring them and I’ll rip the top off it and fuck you like that anyway. Your arse loves me fucking you. You show up here and need my cock. Everyone knows that I fuck you silly. Everyone knows that you love me fucking you. So, if you don’t want my cum in you, then don’t step foot in my caravan. When you’re here, you’re mine.” And he could fuck me like no one else could too.

Part 63 - Confrontation The alarm went off and the coach laid there in bed. All he really wanted to do sleep the rest of the day and recover from the nine hard breedings he took the day before. Instead, he got up and slowly walked to the shower. He stood there letting the water rush over him and then took the soap and cleaned himself off. He got dressed and then packed his bag up and took it to the van. His legs and ass were sore, he was sure that anyone looking at him could tell he had been fucked all night. He walked back into the breakfast area and the team was already there. “Hey coach!” Shane said. The team all had grins on their faces and the coach was sure they knew he had had a rough night. “Hi, guys. Ready for the last day of camp?” he asked. “Yeah. This was a lot of fun” Marty said. “I hope you learned a lot too. We need to be really competitive the rest of the season to make it to finals” the coach said as he shifted his position to find one that hurt less. “You ok coach? You look like you’re in pain” Ethan asked. “I’ll be ok. I just slept funny” the coach replied, getting up and then heading over to get a quick breakfast. The team all snickered and gestured on the positions they thought he was in while “sleeping.” The coach came back and they all finished breakfast. The coach tossed Shane the keys to the van and said “Get everyone’s luggage in the van and bring me the room keys.” Shane and Ethan handed over the room keys and the team headed to the parking lot. The coach went to the front desk and Dakota was standing behind the desk. “Hello, Dakota. We’re checking out” the coach said as he pushed the keys across the desk. “I hope you enjoyed your stay, Coach Adams. I know I did” Dakota said with a smile. “Feel free to stop back any time, no reservation is needed for that hot ass of yours. We give free booster shots, too.” The coach nervously looked around to see if anyone could have heard the last part and was relieved that no one was nearby. “Uh, sure” the coach replied. The coach started towards the front door and saw Ric walking towards the front desk. “Leaving in a couple minutes, Ric” he yelled out. “Thanks, coach. I’ll meet you over at the University. I’m meeting a friend first.” Ric replied. The coach shook his head. If it had been one of his team, he wouldn’t let him skip out of part of the camp, but since Ric wasn’t a swimmer, he just let it go. “Be sure to be over there by 4PM” the coach told Ric. The team headed over to the athletic center and Ric poked his head into Dennis’s office. “Hey Dennis, how’s it going?” RIc asked. “Doing good. I hope you guys had fun while you were here” Dennis replied. “Oh yeah. A lot different than the last time, but still a lot of fun. With any luck the room may have gotten another convert or two” Ric said with a devilish grin. “Yeah, it gets a lot of action and hopefully you guys were successful” Dennis said before he motioned for Ric to come closer. “Keep this between you and me, but you should keep an eye out on your coach. He may need some help in a few weeks.” Ric’s eyes got big “You tagged him?” Ric asked. “Yeah, my boyfriend, Dave, Dakota, Tony, Luis, Juan, Tyler, Carl and I all fucked him” Dennis said. “Dave? The escort? As in Joe?” asked Ric. “Oh, you know? Cool. Yeah, that Dave, er.. Joe” Dennis said. “Wow, you really did a job on him with that many guys. Does he know about you guys being poz?” Ric asked. Dennis replied “Yeah, Joe told him and he seemed to get off on it. We’ll see how enthusiastic he is when the flu hits.” “Now his comment when I ran into him in the sauna makes some sense. He saw my biohazard tat and asked if someone sent me in there. I bet he thought I was sent to breed him” Ric said. “Hehe, yeah. It doesn’t mean you couldn’t once you’re back home” Dennis said. “Fuck no! I don’t want to end up on the news as another student that fucked his teacher. It would screw both of our lives up. Maybe after I graduate, but even then I don’t know” Ric answered. “He’s got a great ass, but yeah, I get it. So you guys head back today?” asked Dennis. “Yeah. This is the last day of camp. The team already left. First, I’m going over to get pierced by Daryl and then meet them at the University before going home” replied Ric. Dennis smiled and asked “Cool. What are you getting done?” “I want to get my nipples done and then a ladder on my cock” answered Ric. “Wow, that’s a lot in one day” Dennis replied. “Yeah, but its kind of hard to get up here. Do you know what bus I need to take to get over to Daryl and Thad’s shop?” asked Ric. “Don’t worry about the bus. I can take you over in the shuttle. Just let me know when” Dennis said. “Thanks, I really appreciate it” Ric said. Dennis dropped Ric off at the tattoo shop telling him to call when he was done and he would take him over to the university. Ric walked up to the door and pulled. It was locked but after a few knocks, Daryl came up and let him in. Dennis drove off and Ric went inside the shop. “So, nips and a ladder? You’re going to be one sore puppy” Daryl said with a smile. Ric picked out a pair of barbell’s for his nipple piercings and they went into the back room. Ric pulled his shirt off, sat down in the chair and leaned back. He felt the adrenaline start to pump through his body and then there was the rush of endorphins as the needle poked through. “Fuuuucck!” Ric yelled out while still trying to hold still. “One down, five to go” Daryl said with a grin. He moved over and pierced the second nipple, with Ric yelling out like before. “Rest there for ten minutes and then we’ll work on the ladder” said Daryl as he got up and put the needles in the used bin and went to get the stuff for the other piercings. Daryl laid everything out and then said “Ok, now take your shorts and underwear off.” Ric did and Daryl smiled as he saw the hung cock between Ric’s legs. Ric sat back down and Daryl asked “Is that what its like soft?” “Nah, its a little hard now” answered Ric. “OK, get it hard so I know what size and where to put it” Daryl said. Ric stroked his cock and once it was hard Daryl rolled his eyes and said “I forgot how big it gets. Just a sec, I need to find some longer bars.” Daryl rummaged through the container of straight and slightly curved barbell piercings and then muttered “Shit.” He got up and went to the front of the shop and Ric could hear him pulling out case after case. Ric sat there with his cock rock hard and wasn’t sure what to do so he kept stroking it to keep it stiff. Daryl came back into the room and said “Sorry, bud. I don’t have anything that’s the right size. Most guys aren’t as thick as you are, and the ones I have would be too short and pretty painful. Let me measure exactly what I need and then I’ll do it when they come in. I know this sucks for you since you can’t get up hear that easy, but I want to do it right.” Ric looked up at Daryl, the disappointment clearly showed on his face. “Damn. Ok. I understand” Ric said getting up out of the chair. He put on his clothes and they walked back to the front of the shop. He paid for the nipple piercings and gave Daryl his number to call when the right piercings came in. Ric called Dennis back and told him he was done getting pierced and a few minutes later the van showed up. Ric hopped in and Dakota was driving. “Heading over to the athletic center?” Dakota asked. “Yeah, gotta meet up for my ride home” Ric replied. There was a long silence as they drove through the streets until Dakota said “Your coach is a great fuck. He took everything I could give him. You think he’s really neg? I mean, not for much longer, but now? He took some pretty potent seed.” Ric squirmed in his seat, feeling a little uncomfortable talking about the coach getting bred. “I dunno. I’m not even on the team, I just tagged along to have some fun with the guys and I haven’t fucked the coach” Ric replied. “Ah, gotcha. Dennis said you were in the club, so I assumed you had tagged him too. I saw you fuck the one coaches in the sauna. That was pretty hot. Too bad you got interrupted by those guys. You should have fucked the bottom guy and left him a surprise present” Dakota said. “I was tempted, but I really just wanted to get out of there. Besides, my balls were empty after I fucked the coach” Ric replied. They pulled up to the center and Dakota turned to Ric. “Here’s my number. Whenever you’re up this way I’d love to hookup some time. You seem like a nice guy and Dennis said you are a great fuck. Maybe we can swap strains” Dakota told Ric. “Thanks, that sounds like fun” Ric replied as he squeezed Dakota’s leg. Ric hopped out of the van and walked into the building and went to find his usual spot. He saw someone sitting over there and as he got closer he realized it was Joe. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he said as he got close. Joe turned and said “Hey, Ric. Well, I got a message from Marcus to meet you and him here. I’ve been waiting an hour. I saw him over with the rest of the swimmers but he hasn’t come over.” “Oh shit. This isn’t good. He showed up at the hotel yesterday and then ran out when he saw my biohazard tat and figured out we were poz. I guess you didn’t warn him” Ric said. “Fuck. No, I didn’t. I don’t think he knows I’m poz either. This might get ugly. I’ll take the heat, don’t worry” Joe said seriously. A whistle blew and that session was over. Joe saw Marcus walking their way. “I’m gonna take us to the wrestling room. No one else needs to hear this” Joe said as he got up and pointed towards the doors. Ric and Joe started walking to them and Marcus changed his direction there too. Joe and Ric got to the doors and walked to the wrestling room. They went in and then kept walking to the second room. “No one can hear us in there even if he yells” Joe said. Once inside, Joe stopped and turned around, waiting for Marcus to come in. The door flew open and Marcus came towards Joe and they could tell he was pissed. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing? Setting me up with a poz dude? Are you fuckin’ nuts?” Marcus said as he walked up to Joe. He jabbed his finger into Joe’s chest with each of the last four words. “Marcus, you seemed to like him and he liked you. I just thought I’d let you know where to find each other and that there was mutual interest. We haven’t fucked in a while. I don’t know what you’re into or not any more. Shit, you’re both adults and you know you have to have these conversations if you’re gonna fuck… thats if you actually care if a guy is neg or poz” Joe said back in a stern voice. “What? You think I’d fuck with poz guys? This guy’s still in high school. Why would I think he’s poz?” Marcus asked back. “You don’t think guys in high school fuck raw? I know I did. I never used a condom until I got to college. And I know we never used one when I fucked you all those times. Who knows how many poz guys you’ve been with and didn’t even know it” Joe countered. Marcus was stunned. “I… uh… I’m careful about who I fuck with” Marcus finally said. “Doesn’t sound like it to me. Ric said you never asked and only stopped when you saw his biohazard tat” Joe replied. “But I told you, I never expect a guy that age to be poz” Marcus said. Joe could tell the intensity was easing from Marcus’s argument. “That doesn’t mean shit. Old, young, smooth, hairy, athletic or obese. Anyone can be poz and with most guys you can’t tell. Are you on prep?” Joe asked. “What? No. Why would I be. I told you, I’m careful” said Marcus. “Would you have let the other guy in my room fuck you raw?” Ric asked before Joe could say anything. “Sure. He’s cute and had nice cock, but he seemed more interested in getting fucked” Marcus replied, not expecting to get questioned from both guys. “Then you would have take a big toxic load. He just converted a month ago. He’s not on drugs and is really potent. He loves getting his dick in neg holes too” Ric said. Marcus’s jaw dropped and he backed up a step and was clearly panicked. Joe laughed and said “Who knows, that pretty little ass of yours might already be knocked up. You’ve always been a horny bottom. You probably want it but are just afraid to admit it. I’ve seen it a lot. First guys stop asking if the tops are neg and then after they find out they've taken a few poz loads they get comfortable and start looking for the poz guys.” “No, its nothing like that. It just makes things awkward” Marcus said. “That isn’t what guys that are intent on staying neg say. You’re just playing russian roulette. One day the bullet will end up in the chamber and you’re gonna be pozzed up like Ric and I are. It might have already happened” Joe said with a chuckle. Ric was grinning, since he thought he knew where Joe was taking the conversation. “You? You’re poz too?” Marcus asked incredulously. “Yeah, I am” Joe said smiling back at Marcus. “Why don’t you just admit that you want a good poz fuck. You always liked my cock and I bet you’d love Ric’s cock too. He may be young, but he’s hung and knows how to use it” Ric moved behind Marcus and gently ran his hands over Marcus’s speedo covered ass. He heard Marcus gasp and then his breathing became labored. “No, thats crazy dude. Why would I ever want to knowingly take a poz load?” Marcus asked. “Once you’re poz, you never have to worry about some guy pozzing you again” Ric said softly in his ear as Ric’s hands continued to rub over his ass. Joe moved closer and brushed his hands over Marcus’s chest, rubbing the hard, pierced nipples. Joe could see Marcus fight with himself. “I know you want it. Just tell us and we can give you a fuck like no other. You can choose who and how. Just me, just Ric or both of us. I could even set something up and get a group together, but Ric might not be able to make it and you really should experience his cock. Just say yes, Marcus and we’ll take you over to the storage room and give you the fuck of your life” Joe said. Marcus was muttering to himself as he listened to Joe. A large wet spot of precum had soaked through his speedo and his cock was getting harder. Ric thought he heard “oh fuck” over and over but since he was behind Marcus he couldn’t really hear it. Joe saw a tear run down Marcus’s cheek and then he said “I want to but I shouldn’t. Oh god, what do I do?” “Let fate decide for you. That’s what I did” Ric said. “What?” Marcus said, confused more than ever. “I took the loads and let fate decide if I got pozzed. My life has been so much better since then” Ric said. “oh fuck, oh god” Marcus said and then was breathing heavy. Joe and Ric let Marcus stew with the thoughts and finally Marcus said “Give me your poz cocks.” Joe's grin got more intense and he led Ric and Marcus over to the storage room. The three went inside and Ric locked the door. Ric moved in behind Marcus and started to kiss the back of his neck and put his hands inside Marcus’s speedo and pulled them down. Joe pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts to the floor. A tug and his jockstrap was laying on top of his shorts. Joe moved closer and kissed Marcus deeply. He could feel Marcus’s cock get stiffer between them and rubbed his body against the leaking shaft. Ric was the only one with clothes on, so he pulled away and shucked his clothes onto the floor too. Getting closer, he got down on his knees and pried the firm ass apart. Ric inhaled deeply, smelling the sweat and scent from Marcus as well as the chlorine from the pool. He licked along the crack and and felt Marcus shiver. Joe licked and kissed down Marcus’s front and took his stiff cock into his mouth. Joe sucked and licked, trying to get Marcus to a stage of lust that he would never want to come down from until his ass was full of Ric and Joe’s cum. He could hear Ric doing his best on Marcus’s pussy and knew they had to be intense but not take Marcus over the edge. When Marcus started to squirm he knew that it was time. Joe pulled off and pulled Marcus down to his knees. Ric sat down on the rolled wrestling mat as Joe directed him to. Joe turned Marcus so that he was in between Ric’s legs and then moved in behind Marcus, like he had done dozens of times before and slicked his cock up with spit. Marcus started to lick Ric’s hard cock and braced himself on Ric’s legs. Joe pushed the piercing into the throbbing pucker and added more spit. Pressing in harder he could feel Marcus start to tense up. Joe gave him a few strokes with his hands along his back and Ric’s hands were caressing his his head which was enough to relax Marcus and Joe pressed in harder. A few more rubs of his hand and Joe felt the hole open up enough and he gave a nudge, letting the rest of his cock head pop past Marcus’s outer ring. When Joe had fucked Marcus in the past, Marcus was always eager to get all of his cock inside him. This time Joe was going slower and figured once he got a good rhythm going Marcus would become the usual cock hungry slut. Joe started to rock his hips, pushing deeper in each time. Marcus was energetically sucking Ric’s cock and Joe’s strokes got longer. Soon he was fucking Marcus just like the old days. He pushed all the way in and then got up on his feet, pushing Ric’s cock deep into Marcus’s throat. With Joe now in a better position, he began to pound Marcus’s hole. He could feel the ring tug and pull as he jabbed it into the tender walls of Marcus’s rectum. Joe was hammering away at Marcus’s ass and was amazed that Marcus was still sucking Ric’s thick shaft. Ric had his eyes closed and was enjoying the oral workover from Marcus. Joe knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but wanted to make sure he got Marcus’s chute opened up and prepped for Ric’s larger cock. He pulled out and plunged back in a few times but that just intensified the tightness in his balls. Joe grabbed Marcus’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep. The pulses from his cock were intense and he could feel the cum shoot out and cover the walls of Marcus’s tunnel. Joe grunted as each wave of toxic seed pumped into the swimmer. Marcus had stopped sucking when he felt Joe start to breed his hole. It was too late now, Joe’s poz cum was now inside him, possibly infecting him. Marcus was expecting it to feel different, but it felt just like all the other times Joe had cum inside him. It was a feeling that he loved - the warmth and wetness of another man’s cum deep inside him. He let out a loud moan that surprised not only Ric and Joe, but himself. His heart was racing, knowing that he had just done something that he had been avoiding since he took his first cock. Joe left his cock inside Marcus for a minute after the shots of cum ended. He slowly pulled out and left the gaping, cum filled hole empty. Ric realized it was his turn and gently pulled his cock from Marcus’s mouth and slid over before quickly moving behind Marcus. He saw some of Joe’s cum dripping out of the battered hole and smiled as he lined his cock up. He pushed in and Marcus’s hole was tight. The coating of spit and Joe’s cum didn’t seem to be enough to let his cock just slide in. He waited until Joe was in place in front of Marcus and Marcus had started to lick the still hard shaft clean. With a little more pressure, his cock descended deeper into Marcus’s hole. He could hear the groans but kept pushing further. When he hit the inner ring he looked down and still had over an inch left to go. Ric grabbed Marcus’s hips and thrust in, plowing in the rest of the way. He heard a muffled scream so he stood there motionless for half a minute. When Marcus seemed to recover, he pulled back and heard another muffled groan. Ric started to rock back and forth slowly, letting Marcus get used to his sizable shaft. Just like he had done the first time fucking most of the guys, he let Marcus get used to it and then fucked faster or longer. Marcus seemed to adapt quicker than many guys and he thought it might be one of the few times that Marcus would know how it felt to be fucked by his own cock. Their length and thickness seemed to be similar from the short time that he saw it before Joe began fucking Marcus. Ric soon had a good pace going, long firm strokes felt good inside the experienced hole. Marcus even started to squeeze down on his cock occasionally. A tingle or two from his balls told Ric he was nearing the point of no return. He fucked harder and looked at Joe who was watching Ric pound Marcus’s ass. Joe grinned and nodded to Ric as he sensed Ric was getting close. Joe held Marcus’s head down on his cock as Ric pushed in all the way. Ric let out a growl as his cock pumped shot after shot of charged cum into Marcus’s wrecked cunt. After the first few spurts, Joe let go of Marcus’s head and let him gasp for air while Ric flooded his ass. Ric left his cock inside Marcus while his body recovered from the orgasm. Ric pulled out and sat down on the floor against the rolled mat. Marcus then backed away from Joe and laid down on the floor on his back, breathing heavily. “Oh my god that was wild” Marcus said. Joe got a wicked smile on his face and leaned forward and crawled between Marcus’s legs. “What are you doing, Joe?” Marcus asked. “I just want to feel what that hole feels like after Ric stretched you out” Joe replied. Before Marcus could say anything, Joe lifted his legs up and slid his hard cock right into the loose, cummy hole. Joe started to drill Marcus again, this time feeling Ric’s and his cum mixed together coating his cock. Marcus moaned as Joe fucked him. He tried in vain to clamp his hole down around Joe’s cock and just laid back and let Joe pound his pussy. “Damn, you’re loose now” Joe said. “Think he can take us both?” Ric asked. A look of fear came over Marcus’s face as Joe said “We can try.” Joe hooked his arms under Marcus’s arms and then leaned back until Marcus was now riding him. Ric pushed Marcus over so he was laying on Joe’s chest and he straddled Joe. He pressed his cock against Joe’s shaft and then up to Marcus’s hole. He shoved in and got nowhere. He then pulled his foreskin back and pushed slowly and felt his cock head catch on the battered hole. Pushing harder he heard Marcus whimper and then it stretched enough for him to start sliding in. Joe held Marcus still as Ric’s shaft pushed along Joe’s. Ric felt Joe’s piercing drag along the bottom of his cock as he gave Marcus the last few inches. Marcus was fully impaled on both cocks and had never felt so full in his life. Ric started to move back and forth with his hips and while the strokes were only a few inches long it was enough to send shockwaves through all three of them. He kept it up for a few minutes and then felt Joe’s cock start to pulse against his own. Another dose of Joe’s viral cum pumped into Marcus’s ass and the feeling caused Ric to shoot another load in too. Marcus whimpered and yelled out “Oh fuck!” as he felt the third and fourth poz loads fill his tortured hole. Deep down he knew this was probably it - his neg days were now numbered. He was on an adrenaline high like never before with the risk making it so much more intense. Ric pulled his cock out and Marcus stood up, his shaky legs barely holding him vertical. Ric put his clothes on and helped Marcus get his speedo back on. Helping Joe off the floor, Ric watched him put his clothes back on. They walked slowly out of the wrestling rooms and towards the pool. As they got closer to the pool, Marcus went over to where all the swimmers were. Joe and Ric went back over to the other side. Joe gave Ric a hug and told him to keep in touch and let him know where he decided to go to college and then headed out the door. He stared at Joe's ass walking away from him until the door closed. The final whistle blew and the camp was over. The teams showered and packed and Ric dragged the equipment duffles back to the van. Everyone hopped in for the drive home. They pulled into the school parking lot and as Ric was unloading all of the bags the coach walked up to him. “Ric, I’d like you to stop by my office some time this week. I think you’re the only one at school that can help me with a few things I need to know. This is just between you and me. OK?” Coach Adams said. “Sure thing coach” Ric replied.

Part 2 Rob awoke refreshed but horny. His throbbing morning wood reminded him it would need some attention soon. First however, he needed to hit the gym and pump up. That extra testosterone would make him even more horny and ready to fuck, but based on the action he got last night he was confident it would be no problem to get some release later in the day. The hotel gym was small but adequate for a quick workout to pump up his muscles and clear his head. There was only one other person in the gym, some middle age business type. Rob knew the type as soon as he saw the wedding ring on his finger and the frequent stares at him as he worked his pecs on the machine. “Geez these married guys, they are so obvious about wanting my cock they can’t even stare discreetly”. Well time for a show; Rob stood up and casually gripped his crotch and rubbed it allowing the big outline of his cock to show thru the thin gym shorts. Rob thought the guy’s eyeballs would pop out of his head and was sure he saw a trace of drool as “Mr. Married Businessman’s” jaw dropped. Maybe some other time thought Rob, I’m sure I can do much better. He grabbed his towel and left the gym to go back to his room and shower. After his shower, Rob checked his phone and had several message from the various hookup apps. He had forgotten he had posted a travel ad to both A4A and BBRT. He quickly scanned the responses; they were the usual quick messages indicating they’d love to play while he was in town. Funny there was one response on BBRT from a cocksucker that said he so enjoyed sucking out his load in the bathroom of Rawhide and he love to do it again. Rob did not recognize the guy from his posted pics at all, but then again he only saw most of his cocksuckers last night from the top of their heads slurping down his cock. Rob quickly replied; ”Sure, see you later this weekend, I’ll look for you on your knees”. He was about to log off his phone when he got a message notification, this one from A4A. It was another New Orleans tourist looking for some fun. The profile wasn’t bad, the guy was 25, masculine looking and according to his location he was close. Rob responded asking him to unlock his private photos as he unlocked his own private pics of his hard cock. “Nice bubble ass!”. Rob could almost feel the guy blush. The guy’s name was Matt and he was visiting from Texas, his profile said he was a versatile top and only played safe but Rob knew he could get the guy to rethink that. Soon they had arranged to meet face to face at the bar OZ a short distance from them both. “We can just grab a drink and get to know each other “ Matt implied. Rob thought “Yeah right, the only thing that I’m going to get to know is the inside of your tight ass with my raw cock”. It was going to be a hot humid day in New Orleans so no need for any underwear; he threw on a pair of well-fitting cargo shorts, a revealing white tank and a pair of flip flops. He was out the door in 5 minutes and on his way to Oz. Matt matched his profile pics well so when he walked up to Rob he knew immediately who is was. He was possibly a bit shorter than the 5’9” his profile professed but with a little bubble ass like that it didn’t matter. Matt clearly took care of his body but he wasn’t a muscle stud like Rob. Now was the part of the chase that Rob hated, the small talk and pleasantries before they could get down to action. “Do you wanna party and flip fuck” Matt finally quietly asked. “Sounds good what you got to play with?” replied Rob. “I have some Molly with me if you want to sneak into the bathroom, then we can head to my hotel and play”. So off to the bathroom they went. Matt handed Rob a pill and then swallowed one himself with a quick chug of water. Rob took the pill and with a small slight of hand acted like he swallowed it but actually pocketed the pill for later. He figured it could be useful at a later time. By the time they got to Matt’s hotel, Rob could tell from his eyes that Matt was starting to fly. Once in the room Matt had definitely lost his shyness and quickly stripped and was fondling Rob’s ass and cock. As Rob stripped he pushed Matt to the bed and stuck his cock into Matt’s awaiting mouth. He wasn’t a bad cocksucker but he needs to take it deeper thought Rob. He then started forcing his fat cock farther down Matt’s throat.. He gagged but Rob was persistent, he did want to pace himself though and save his load for that bubble ass. When Matt finally came up for air he said “Suck my cock too, let’s 69”. Rob begrudgingly wet his hand and stroked Matt’s cock. It was a decent cock, about 7” although not very thick. “Hey buddy, why don’t do a shot of tequila from that bottle you have over there and really get down and dirty?”. Rob nodded in agreement so Rob removed his shorts from around his ankles and went to pour some shots into a couple of cups. For Matt’s shot though he had an extra surprise, the other Molly tablet. Using the tequila bottle he quickly crushed the pill and while blocking Matt’s view by giving him a view of his clenched ass, he swept the drug into a cup and added tequila. He poured himself a shot as well. “Bottom’s up!” grinned Rob. Rob then straddled Matt and placed his ass in his face. “Get my hole ready buddy – start licking”. Wow, the tongue eating his hole felt so great he was dazed for a moment but then moved his hand to his prize, he needed to feel that tight puckered pink hole that was ripe for the taking. He slid his finger in and Matt let out a slight yelp. “There’s lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer”. There was no way he was going to use a condom but a little lube would be useful. As Rob roughly worked 3 fingers into Matt’s ass he shifted and pushed his cock back into Matt’s mouth. It was almost show time. Rob could tell by the mouth on his cock that Matt was really flying and almost completely out of it by this time. SUCCESS!. Rob flipped Matt on his stomach and propped his ass up with a pillow and spread his legs to give him full and easy access to his hole. “Condom” Matt whined. “Of course buddy” Rob reached grabbed a condom and ripped it open. He dropped the open wrapper next to Matt’s face so he could see it and paused a moment rubbing the condom between his finger to make it sound like he was actually rolling it on his cock. On second thought, he did ask nicely so maybe I should give him a condom fuck Rob thought with an evil grin, so he barely put the condom on the tip of his fat mushroom cockhead and with that pushed the head into Matt’s awaiting ass. Even in Matt’s drugged state, that cock felt like it was splitting him open. He cried out at the invasion, “More lube, pull it out!”. “You’re a noisy little bottom slut aren’t you? You need to keep it down a little” Rob said as he shoved Matt’s underwear into his open mouth and placed a pillow over his head. “There that’s better”. He then pulled out his cock. Magically the condom was gone, lodged somewhere just inside Matt’s ass. He spit on the open hole in front of him and then again on his cock. “There’s your extra lube” he sarcastically said as he thrust the entire 8” ball’s deep into Matt’s ass. Matt bucked violently but he was no match for Rob’s strength that was pinning him down and soon he was quietly moaning as Rob deep fucked his hole. This guy’s ass was sweet, he loved how it gripped his cock and the sound of his balls slapping against the pale white cheeks was like music to his ears. Thirty minutes later he felt his balls churn and he shot a load deep in Matt’s ass. As he pulled out Matt actually felt empty and could feel the air conditioned hotel air rush in to his stretched abused hole. Rob could see Matt was still conscious by the way he wiggled his ass. It was almost like he was begging for round two. Matt’s ass looked a bit loose from the pounding it just took, but Rob thought “What the hell, my cock is hard again so might as well take advantage, this slut needs to learn he was meant to be a bottom”. So with that thought he fucked Matt in every position possible for another hour and gave him 2 additional loads then jumped in the shower to clean up. Matt rolled on his side and reached back to feel and finger his abused hole. A look of horror showed in his eyes as he realized it was gaping and that there was a mixture of cum and blood leaking out of it. As Rob went to leave he saw Matt’s dazed look and simply said “Don’t worry buddy, that really is Neg cum, I only Top. This will give you something to think about when you play next time now that you’ve realized what a pussy boy bottom you are”. “Oh and at some point in time you will probably find that condom, it's lodged deep in your ass somewhere, enjoy the rest of your vacation” With that Rob walked out the door.

DOUBLE CONVERSION Part 1 Rob was excited as he boarded his flight to New Orleans. He had really been looking forward to his week vacation and it was finally here. It was time for some non-stop drinking and sex. He knew of the cities’ reputation, and was ready to find some holes to sink his fat 8”cock into. It’s not that he had trouble getting serviced at home; after all he was a 6’2” masculine and muscular 32 year old stud. His dark hair, bright blue eyes and well defined muscles got him attention no matter where he went. Every day in the gym there were always guys staring as he worked out and afterwards in the showers of course He was sure it was no coincidence that whenever he showered at the gym that the locker room just happened to be full. He’d play the cock tease and put on a show as he soaped up his defined smooth body, careful to pay special attention to his big cock and balls and well defined ass. However, Rob was all top and he loved to dominate guys. The only thing that got near his ass was the tongue of the bottom that was servicing him at the time. At least in his mind it was degrading for the bottom to eat his ass so that made it hotter. He did have to admit that being rimmed felt great though and made him even harder when he ultimately slammed the bottom’s ass. Although his hometown was pretty good in size, the options to meet guys was somewhat limited. There were only two gay bars in town, one of which was populated mainly by older guys that weren’t his type. He liked younger guys with tight asses. That bar, Renegade, did however attract a lot of guys into leather which was a fetish of his. So he’d go occasionally find someone acceptable for a quick fuck and leave. He had been there enough that the regulars recognized his cocky attitude so it was getting harder to find a hole there. The other bar, Dreams, was more of a twink bar. Of course he got lots of attention there because of his looks but the guys there also recognized him and his reputation. It didn’t help that Rob was fond of taking pictures of guys taking his cock for his collection and those pics occasionally had been used as blackmail when Rob was horny and didn’t want to spend a lot of time finding a hole to fuck. Although he didn’t do drugs himself other than poppers, he did find that a little G and/or X slipped into the bottoms drink made them more willing to do what he wanted. It was especially useful in getting the bottoms to take his cock raw. Raw was the only way he’d fuck, condoms were too restrictive and the felling of his raw cock pounding a tight ass was just so exhilarating. Most of Rob’s conquests lately had been thru apps. There seemed to be a lot of guys looking for cock on the side. He also learned that pretending to be versatile got him more hookups. He never gave his ass up but it did get him the connection in the door and once the guy was zoned out on the drugs and fucked he could leave with his own ass intact. The problem with the apps was all the back and forth messaging that was usually required, Rob didn’t have the patience. A drive to the a nearby college town always resulted in him finding a hole to fuck but that 90 minute drive one way kept him from doing it too often. As Rob settled into his seat on the plane he realized he was hard. Damn he was horny, that asshole last night from Grindr stood him up and he needed to fuck someone. Even though it was a Thursday he was confident from what he had read he’d still get some action tonight in the French Quarter. He was so ready. The male flight attendant noticed his bulge and gave him a smile. Rob thought, “Another gay flight attendant what a surprise”. He had met his share of them that were on an overnight layover in town and were looking for cock on the internet. Most of the ones he had fucked seemed to have well used holes so he thought that probably was why they took the job in the first place.. He did like the NSA attitude they had though and it was always an easy fuck and go since they had to catch flights in the mornings. Although, there may have been a couple of times where they missed the flights because they got a bit too fucked up when Rob was using them. Rob’s attitude was “Oh well if they lost their jobs it’s their problem for being such cum dump whores”. Fortunately the flight had no delays and Rob quickly caught a cab from the airport to his hotel in the French Quarter. Once at the hotel he checked in and immediately changed into a pair of tight worn jeans some black boots and a leather vest. He was ready, his cock was ready! He looked in the mirror, damn he looked hot. That coupled with the fact that he was fresh meat here in New Orleans meant in his mind that he’d get his rocks off soon. He was out the door and on his way to Rawhide. He made a couple of stops along the way to at the bars serving alcohol to the street. By the time he reached Rawhide he had already had 3 beers and was feeling slightly buzzed and very horny. The bar wasn’t packed but it being only 10 p.m. he was sure it would pick up. All eyes were on him, the “fresh meat” theory was certainly true here. His ass was grabbed a couple of times, guess it was time to assert himself as a TOP. Rob made a conscious effort to focus on assess, pat them, grope them, stare at them – surely people would notice what he was interested in. He also casually mentioned to a couple guys standing next to him t at the bar that he was hoping to find a raw bottom to take his load tonight. As the crowd grew he figured it was time to head to the back, he knew from what he read on the internet, that there was likely some action going on back there. Besides he had to piss like a racehorse as he was now on his 6th beer. Here’s where all the people went Rob thought as he pushed his way thru the sweaty bodies and made his way to the urinal. He unfastened his jeans, unzipped and pulled out his cock to let it flow. There were a lot of eyes watching so he thought he’d put on a little show so he stroked his cock a few times to harden it up and shook the last drops of piss off it. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking it, someone behind him started nibbling on his neck and another pair of hands played with his nipples. Soon a bottle of poppers appeared under his nose and Rob took a couple of deep huffs. The hand on his cock had been replaced by a mouth which soon began to deep throat his full 8 inches. He was in heaven, but because he was so horny he shot his load deep down the unknown cocksucker’s throat within 15 minutes. He tried to fasten his jeans but he was led to another room cramped with guys and another mouth began to massage his cock. Over in the corner he saw a guy bent over a sink being fucked. The whole room was full of the scent of sweat, poppers and sex. OMG he was ready to cum again. “This place is amazing!!!” After he came the second time someone else was ready to suck his cock. Yeah that would be nice, Rob thought but the site of the guy in the corner getting fucked gave him other ideas. He glanced down slightly and saw a nice plump lily white ass pointed at him, he reached out and fingered the hole . It was wet and lubed so Rob pulled his cock out of the sucker’s mouth and plunged it into the hole in front of him.. The guy in front was caught by surprise to be impaled so suddenly by such a big fat cock and started to call out but Rob soon muffled his mouth with this hand. There were so many people in the room and there was nowhere to go. The guy was soon whimpering.as Rob aggressively pounded his ass while other fed him poppers and groped him all over. Rob’s third load was shot deep in up the assaulted ass and as Rob pulled out another stepped up to fuck the bottom using Rob’s cum as lube. Rob turned and his cock was cleaned by yet another awaiting cocksucker. After all this action Rob needed to piss again but there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t hold it so just started pissing down the throat of his current cocksucker. Wow, Rob thought this was hot, he’d never tried WS. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire” he thought to himself. Rob eventually go out of the backroom and feeling exhausted left the bar and made his way back home. As he lay on the bed in his room he was grinning ear-to-ear. New Orleans was just as he had hoped and it was only the first day of his trip. He’d have to stop by one of the leather shops he had read about in the morning and check out some new gear and maybe some equipment for his basement. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

Part 1 - The Encounter I lay on my back my chest covered in seed from my own orgasm, breathing heavily and sweating from wanking off whilst looking at the pictures on his profile. He in his mid 40's five foot ten inches, trimmed beard and hairy chest tapering down to his eight inch uncut thick cock with the head partly poking through his foreskin glistening with precum. The leather cock ring heightened the appearance of his ample sized balls that showed signs of an ability to deliver copious amounts of seed. The other picture showed him sitting on a sofa with a white fluffy dressing gown partly open exposing his hairy chest whilst he was smoking a cuban cigar. I just don't know what drew me to his profile every time I wanted a release, was it the cigar?, the hairy chest?, the bareback sex and the thought of him penetrating me deep to breed?, was it his ability to be an olympic kisser, or just the fact he was spanish and looked like a real man. Whatever it was I just couldn't stop hitting up his profile in admiration. At 22 I was a standard gay lad, had sex every now and then but not interested in a boyfriend as I loved the trill of experiencing different men and lads around my age. Well I say "standard" but was quite a catch according to some guys I met, at five foot eight inches cropped brown hair, blue eyes, okay body and arse with a seven inch uncut cock. Always played safe and not in to any sleazy stuff (yet!). It was one of those nights where I hit up his profile "WimbledonTop" and was just starting to tease my cock from sleeping when I heard 'ping', holy crap I thought someone messaged me. I never actively engaged in guys from these sites but I was intrigued so opening up the message centre and saw it was from WimbledonTop, my heart pounded in my chest as I click on the open button... "Hi, checking out my profile again!! LOL, how many times have you done that now?". Fuck how the hell does he know as I caught my breath and smiled to myself wondering if I should reply. A couple of minutes pass by as I looked at the keyboard, I moved the cursor over to the Reply button and clicked, and we ended up in a game message ping pong. Me: "Busted, I like looking at your pictures :)" Him: "And what do you like most about them?" Me: "I don't know that's the thing, I guess they look hot." Him: "Do you like cuban cigars, I do, I don't like the cheap imitation rubbish." Me: "I had a puff on one a couple of years back it wasn't cuban and didn't really enjoy it, apart from that I don't smoke." Him: "You should try cuban you would probably like it as it has more flavour and strength." Me: "If I had the money I probably would do LOL." Him: "I could let you try one of mine but you might get addicted to them and they are expensive if you don't have the money." Me: "To right I guess, would I need to do anything in return if you let me try one." Him: "Absolutely not, I would just enjoy your company as most of my friends are my age." Me: "As long as there are no expectations of getting anything from me then yes I would be happy to come round, plus you live close." As the messaging finished I returned to his profile and busted another load to his picture. The following day at 7pm I headed to his address, as I looked up I knew instantly that he obviously could afford to smoke cubans. The gate opened and I walked up the short driveway he opened the door and smiled and shouted "Jake, welcome", I reached the door "Hi Fabian, thank you for inviting me over.". We walked through his amazing house and in to the Orangery at the back of the house overlooking the very secluded garden, in one corner I noticed what looked like a small plastic round tent in the shaded area, the opposite side was a beautiful landscaped pool. "I hope you enjoy being here, now we are going to do this gradually as I want you to enjoy what cubans really offer." he said smiling. I forgot to mention that he was dressed in his white fluffy dressing gown and looked even more striking that his pictures. "We don't want to get your clothes all smelling of cigar smoke so take them off and leave your underwear on then we can start.", this was a little more than I was expecting so he reminded me there was no expectation of anything happening. Fabian was now slipping out of his robe exposing his white underwear and very obvious bulge that was packed inside. As I did so he returned with a Cohiba robusto cigar and called me over to where he was. He demonstrated how to lightly moisten the end before cutting to prevent tearing and told me never to rub it in my finger as it breaks the filler. He lit a match and charred the end before puffing to bring the cigar up to full burn. I could see the blue hue in the smoke filling the air and caught a brief smell as it dissipated. I followed him out to the garden over to the plastic tent. He looked at me and laughed at my quizzical face and told me it is an air tight tent that is a good way of introducing you to cubans as he bent over and slipped inside patting the floor next to him I crawled in and sat beside him. "It will get a little warm in here after a while but you can open the zipper anytime you wish" he said as he pulled the zipe down sealing us inside. Fabian took a couple of puffs and released a heavy dense smoke in to the tent. My heart was racing partly due to the close proximity of his body that was driving me wild. Just then a cloud of the smoke wafted past my face as I breathed in through my nose. The smell was unlike anything you experience when people smoke cigarettes near you, it was aromatic and very intoxicating to say the least. Fabian continued to smoke the cigar watching me as the plastic tent began filling with more and dense smoke. My taste and smell senses were being encompassed by this ever presence smoke, I breathed in deeply my lungs filled causing me to cough. Every breath I took was now replaced by cuban cigar smoke as my lungs adjusted the coughing stopped. Beads of sweat were trickling down the side of my face, all the time he never took his eyes off me. I was getting light headed from the now lack of oxygen but I couldn't stop, I was truly under an intoxicating influence and was now loving it. I could only just make out parts of the garden through the dense smoke, my eyes were watering and my pulse was racing. In the distance a heard a zipping noise and a gust of fresh air rushed in to the tent, Fabian climbed out and held a hand out to me and pulled me out on to my feet. The fresh air instantly hit my lungs and I collapsed against his chest as he held me tight to stop me falling over. "Take slow shallow breaths." he told me, as I did so I began to regain control and stood up. "That was amazing." I said, he laughed and handed me the cigar and told me to take a small puff on it, doing so I tasted a completely different sensation from the smoke I was breathing in the tent. The flavour danced on my tongue and were hard to describe. "Take another small puff and inhale it deep." I coughed a little and exhaled the smoke. I took another puff and inhaled without coughing, not only was I enjoying this, but my cock was hard as nails in my underwear. I loved the feel of the cigars thickness and how much longer they took to smoke, the flavours and aromas produced were incredible. Fabian smiled over as we walked back to the Orangery where he sat the cigar down in the ashtray and told to me shower and wash the smoke away as he escorted me to a shower room by the kitchen. As I walked back in to the orangery I got dressed "I enjoyed your company, hope you would like to come over and smoke again with me." a broad smile went across my face as I replied "I can't afford to buy those sort of cigars though.", "Don't worry about that, you being here is enough payment.". As we got to the door I placed my hand on his arm an gave him a kiss on the check, he chuckled and patted my arse as I turned to leave.

**Fictional story, first time giving this a go** PART ONE We were together just under three years when Lucas suggested a night out on the town, a few drinks and back to the house for an all night fuck session. It had been a while since we had had a night on town. Don't get me wrong: we have great sex and never once in the three years had we ever used a condom, whether hooking up or while in a relationship. I had met Lucas in 2014 through an online forum at which time I was looking for a twink to have fun with for a night. Lucas, a shy young guy got in touch, we exchanged photos, continued emails which then turned into text messages and eventually he came to my house where I planted my first seed in him one night. I had been knocking him up on a regular basis ever since. He moved into my house shortly after he turned 18. His mother was more accepting to me than his father, was but they got over it and in any event we have lived our lives our way ever since. He's now 20, almost 21, and I'm 39, nearly 40. I've a full time, well-paying job. Lucas is in his second year in university. While our sex life is good, from time to time I'll tell him I need to dump a load in another guy's ass, or that I want someone to fuck me. He has had no trouble accepting my announcements, and once I have it arranged he'll head out of the house for a time while I bring someone back and let loose with another man. It works for me and he knows his place is always back in my bed. Eventually. The weekend was fast approaching and I wasn't feeling very well. There was a vomiting bug going around and I think I caught it. We were going to have to put our plans for our anniversary celebrations on hold. I could see the disappointment in Lucas as I cancelled the dinner reservations but I was just too ill. We'd have a night curled up on the couch and once I was better we could do it all again. We awoke on the Saturday morning, I was feeling better and the upset stomach I had was settled down, although I was still not quite up to par. In addition I was thinking about the fact I had had to cancel the prior evenings plans, and was somewhat disappointed about as much when Lucas brought me breakfast in bed. He looked so sexy bringing the tray into our room. His body was freshly shaved all over from the night before, there wasn't a hair on his body and his cock stood rock solid as he climbed up onto the bed to give me a warm kiss. "Love you" he said. "Love you, babe," I replied as I reached around and shoved a finger into his twenty year old hole, adding "Open your gift," gesturing at the box I had had gift wrapped, and which I had placed on the bedside table. As he unwrapped his gift I started to feel better as each minute passed, so I wrapped my arms around him and went down on him, giving him a slow, wet sloppy well deserved blowjob. "Oh wow!! Anal beads! You remembered!" he exclaimed, only to moan in pleasure as I continued licking his shaft and tongue his piss slit. Sitting he up, I again kissed him, answering "Of course I remembered. You said you wanted to try them at some stage, so why not now as an anniversary gift?" We shared a chuckle, I shoved him onto his back and continued to work his cock until he could take it no longer, shooting his hot healthy streaming wads of cum down my throat. It's rare that I'd concentrate solely on his pleasure but I felt if only for that day I should make it all about him, particularly as I had cancelled dinner already and told our friends that we wouldn't make the rounds. Instead we stayed in, built a fire and curled up with each other on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. The morning went by, during which I bred him twice and I swallowed another load from him. It was a very slow morning - we didn't even get showered until 11:00 AM. I wanted to give him so much more. As I said earlier, we have an understanding that I can freely play with another man but Lucas never said he had done the same, although I suspect he has taken cock while I've been away on work-related trips, but if I'm right, I'm also fine with as much. A few weeks ago while drunk we chatted about Lucas serving as a cum-dump for a party of men, but nothing came of it, so I thought as a treat I'll get him as much cock and cum as I could on one night!

I was on hiatus for a couple of months after my last STI treatment, discovering that my viral load had increased and that I was no longer undetectable. I was really weighing whether or not I should continue with my lifestyle choice of being a cumdump. Yet the urge in me remained. I felt like I had lost the part of me that I had spent two years discovering after YEARS of repressing my desires. Crazy to think that repressing my need to be a cumdump felt like chopping off my arm. I thought about returning back to an occasional one on one bareback hook up, but there is a sense of purpose in me that feels fulfilled when I open my hole up to be used. Over the past few years I’ve come to accept that ANY man has the right to use my hole. So on a recent trip to Germany I went back to my wonderful ways and I offered my hole up to ALL takers. Things started off pretty slow. The first night I went to a sex party at a bar called CDL. I’ve never been there before and wanted to try it out. It was naked night which worked for me. I grabbed a beer from the small bar at the front and started to explore the back play space. It wasn’t too large; just some cubbies in a couple of areas with those thin sex club mattresses. About 10 men were cruising the space. Perhaps because it was a Thursday night. I decided to display myself on one of the mattresses with my ass up and ready. It didn’t take too long before a top decided to take the bait. He was Spanish looking with a little larger than average cock that had a Prince Albert. It took a little work to get him in since I hadn’t gotten fucked for a couple of months, but once he was there he started using my hole. He was a thruster and a pounder, pushing me down on the mattress and shoving a pillow under my legs so he could access my hole better. His Prince Albert felt SOOO good sliding against the walls of my hole. He switched directions several times to experience a different part of my hole stretching it out to accommodate his needs. By the end of 30 minutes, I was begging to feel his smooth silky cum coat the walls of my hole. He thrust harder pulling completely out and slamming back in; the Prince Albert sliding in and out past the outer rim of my hole till with a groan he thrust deep in me and unloaded. Good start to my return as I cumdump! Got opened up nicely AND loaded! I hadn’t realized it but there had been another guy watching us who jumped on as soon as Prince Albert left. He was a quick cummer and lasted for five minutes of repetitive thrusts. He squeezed me at the end and kissed me with his bad breath. I was beginning to feel the sense of exhilaration that comes from my hole being used as a cumdump. I knew I didn’t care that the last guy was older, unattractive and sure didn’t know how to fuck. I was embracing the need and desire to be used over and over again. End of part one. Part two the journey continues.

I too have had a drought over recent months. Until I met a 28yo guy (call him ‘A’) who came to my house a few weeks ago for a sesh. We spent four days together fucking that first time and he’s stayed at my place at least 2-3 nights every week since. He’s gorgeous and smart and, although he’s btm vers too, he loves pumping his master/daddy hole full of cum....usually after I’ve dominated him (which I’m becoming more natural at too...because he gets sooo turned on by it.) Last weekend, he suddenly flipped me on to my back and started to lube up his cock...and I seriously climaxed a massive load just at the thought..And when he shoots his load, it’s a massive load that reverberates inside me... But the confidence A’s given me has helped with other guys; I’ve had four different guys over this week and met a struggling 21yo uni student on Locanto a couple of nights ago. He’s been and fucked me twice in two days and is on his way again now...with two mates of his...He’s into BDSM just like A...guess who’s getting a surprise when he gets here tonight ?

Apologies to anyone who thinks it improves the story, but I am so tired of Vengeful, Sadistic Masters. It’s totally cool when you know that’s what the story is about, but this really good incest, coming-of-age story just suddenly took this weird turn.

I was visiting east Europe with friends, i was arriving 2 days earlier and so I found a gay airbnb host prior to the trip and chatted briefly about my plans. On the arrival day, a guy in his mid 40s picked me up from the airport and drove me to his condo. Another young guy in his 20s who can speak slightly better English showed me the room and around the place. It's a 1 bedroom + a Den converted into a bedroom condo and they live in the bedroom. We talked and laughed, the older guy has mentioned that he has to keep up with the young one as he needs to have sex few times a day. i was joking and tell him I can help too, they both laughed and the young one warned me that i should lock my door tonight or else i will be in trouble, we laughed away and i went out to explore the area. At night, I came back, showered and went to bed. In the middle of the night, i woke up as I felt water spraying on my face, soon enough it smells like cum and i saw the young guys standing next to my bed "you didnt lock your door". i love cumshots from young guys, its a huge turned on. At this point, i was hoping he will come back, i waited until i dozed off. Then, i woke up again, this time, it was someone holding me in bed, warm and hairy body which is the older guy. His hand started to explore my body, kissing my back while removing my underwear. He said the same thing, "you did not lock your door. you offered to help my boy this afternoon, Im here to check if you have a nice ass for him". He shoved his finger in my ass, kissing, I moan softly when he penetrated his 6" ish cock deep inside me. He whispered on my ear "you made another mistake, moaning makes me boy horny". Somehow I was horny too so i continue to moan as he fucked me. After he left, his boy didnt come back. In the morning, they are walking naked in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I sat down to eat my food, they joined. However, they are not eating, i saw the young boy scoop yogurt from the tub, smear it on the older guy's hard on, desperately sat on it, ride and grind in pleasure. His cock was so hard. His man grinned and said he needs it every morning. Without hesitation, i dropped my bread, cup my mouth on his cock to suck him as i wanted to swallow his cum, sure enough, he shot 5 big stream of watery and tasty cum in my mouth. That day, I didnt go out at all but stayed in to serve them. i took at least 7 loads from both of them. 5 loads from the young boy - 1 in my mouth, 4 in my ass. 2 from his man. Anyone has similar experiences, i would love to hear your story. Message me or post it here!

There have been many memorable Darkroom sex sessions. A few immediately come to mind. One was when I was in my 30s in Amsterdam. I was more a cub back then. There was the Thermos Night sauna (bathhouse, which opened when Thermos Day closed). If I remember correctly there were two floors. Top floor had cabins. Lower floor had the jacuzzi and a few other sections (can't remember exactly what they all were). There was one room which was a sort of passage from one section to the next and was pitch dark. You couldn't see a thing. It was usually so packed you had to push yourself through. It was full of bodies and roaming hands, butts and dicks. There was no way you could get through without touching anyone. Bodies pressed against bodies. It was extremely hot in there so you immediatly started sweating. I had been upstairs and had been fucked twice there in the cabins. High on poppers and booze I entered the passage at one end and from the moment I was in there were hands exploring my body. Within minutes I had a dick up my ass. I couldn't move because of the crowd. He pumped a load in my ass and then I heard him say to someone "your turn". Next dick slid in. While he was fucking me I felt a mouth on my dick. Shot my load in the guy's mouth even before the 2nd top was done. After that I tried to get to the end of the passage but didn't manage before someone else felt up my ass, grabbed my hips and added another load. Went to the jacuzzi to soak where I met another guy who I went upstairs with. But that's another story ? I still remember it vividly and even know the music was a thumping remix of Björk's Human Behavior. Whenever I hear that song it immediatly brings me back to that experience.

Part 10 About 2 minutes later two burly leather men with executioner’s masks emerged from a side door and started leading a handcuffed and shackled stud toward the sling. They had to hold him up and half carry him as he shuffled toward the stage. It appeared he was very stoned on something. The stud was a sight to behold; he had a slim muscular body with absolutely stunningly developed legs and ass. He was obviously of Latin descent with black hair and olive skin. His chest, legs and ass had a nice covering of black fur. “Who is that and what is going on,” asked Rob. “I heard his name is Pablo, he’s a college student originally from Spain here in the US on a soccer scholarship and is here in town for a little fun; I heard he is basically straight but has a lot of bi fantasies and wanted to live some of them out,” replied Dolf. When they reached the sling, the two leather men removed the handcuffs and shackles and lifted Pablo into the sling and proceeded to tightly strap him in. Dolf then continued his commentary with, “I think we should help him out and convert him to the true bottom that he wants to become.” There was some truth to Dolf’s description of Pablo. He was a college soccer player from Spain who was on a full soccer scholarship at a big university in Texas. He had come to New Orleans with a couple of team mates for a few days of drinking and wild fun. That was the basic info that had been posted to the club’s website in order to promote the party this evening. However, the bi fantasy part stretched the truth a little. Pablo was one of those athletic guys who were constantly horny and he loved to have his cock sucked. It was actually one of his team mates that had introduced him to the idea that a mouth was a mouth and that gay guys would gladly suck his cock if he let them. He had found that gays seemed to be so much better at sucking cock and so he frequently sought them out. He was particularly prone to connect with a gay cock sucker when he had been drinking; it was so much easier to find a blow and go with gay men. As far as anything else though, he was strictly hetero. The last couple of days Pablo and six of his team mates had been partying in New Orleans. They had settled into a routine of sleeping all day, drinking all night and looking to get laid. Pablo found it quite easy to barhop with his buddies and then sneak off to one of the gay bars and quickly find a guy to suck his cock in a back alley or other secluded spot. He’d then zip up, rejoin his friends, have a few more drinks and then sneak off again to get his cock sucked by another willing mouth. Pablo’s plans backfired on him last night. It may have been the derogatory names he called the guys who serviced his cock or perhaps it was the jealous boyfriend who found out about Pablo’s use of his partner’s mouth. Whatever the reason, the last guy he intended to use was ready for him. So when they headed outside the bar to have some fun, the ”target” secretly drugged Pablo’s drink in his to go cup. The two walked a block or so down the street and ducked in between two houses; Pablo downed the drink while his intended cock sucker was on his knees and unzipping his fly. Pablo didn’t know what hit him and suddenly could barely stand. He was then helped into a car. He awoke the next day naked and bound to a bed. His friends had texted him in the afternoon when they had finally rolled out of bed wondering where he was. They did receive a text back from Pablo’s phone saying he was fine. The text also said that he had just hooked up and would catch up with them later, so they thought nothing of his mysterious absence. After all, that was goal they all had when they planned this trip. The pic sent from Pablo’s phone showing a pair of lips wrapped around his cock just reassured them that their friend was having a good time. So they left him alone and hit the streets to resume their partying and try to get lucky themselves. Pablo had spent most of the day hopped up on X and learning to suck cock. Other than an occasional finger pushing in some Tina crystals, his ass was still intact. He was edged and primed for hours until it came time for the main event at the party, at which time he was administered a heavy slam and led into the party to the sling. Dolf leaned into Rob and starting telling him how hot it was going to be to fuck the tight soccer jock. “Tell you what, why don’t you go first and get him opened up for me; sharing this bottom and putting on a show will be just like we talked about!” Dolf patted Rob’s ass and they ascended the stairs to put on a show. Pablo’s was softly moaning “I’m so horny, please somebody help me, please…. please… please.” “You hear that Rob, he’s begging for our cocks; look at that tight hairy hole it’s just quivering to be filled.” Dolf stuck his index finger up the jock’s hole and rubbed Pablo’s prostrate. Pablo squirmed at the intrusion, but in his drugged state all he could do was moan in pleasure. “This hole is nice and tight, feels like it could be cherry; you ready to bust the cherry?” “Hell yeah,” Rob chanted. “Let me in there!” Rob then stuck his finger in Pablo’s ass alongside Dolf’s finger. “You’re right; this hole does feel like we have a virgin here.” Dolf winked then leaned in and started deep kissing Rob while grabbing his ass with his other hand. After a couple of minutes of making out, he broke away from the kiss and said “Let me go to the front and feed him while you pluck that cherry.” As he was leaving, someone handed them a small baggie with some Tina shards and a couple of bottles of poppers. “Take a nice big shard and put it on the end of your cock when you get ready to enter that ass.” “Make sure to drive that shard deep!” When Dolf got to the front of the sling he took a big hit of the poppers then forced Pablo to do the same. With that he stuck the head of his monster cock into Pablo’s awaiting mouth, gave thumbs up to Rob and announced to the gathered crowd, “Time to convert this bi-boy to the true bottom he is really meant to be.” The crowd started chanting “Fuck him!” “Fuck him!” “Bust that cherry jock ass!” “Convert him to a bottom!” “Fuck him!” ”Fuck him!” With that encouragement from the crowd, Rob lined up and drove his fat 8” and the Tina shard deep up Pablo’s ass in a single thrust. Pablo started to yelp when Rob’s cock suddenly impaled him, but not much sound escaped his mouth since it was filled with Dolf’s cock. What the sudden cock thrust did succeed in doing was to cause Pablo to open is mouth wider because of the shock of the sudden intrusion. That gave Dolf the opportunity to push a few more inches of his cock down Pablo’s throat. Rob decided to let the sling do the work for him. He grabbed Pablo’s muscular calves and pulled him onto his hard cock like a Flesh Jack, then pushed him away forcing Rolf’s cock deeper into his mouth as his cock exited the ass. It was a beautiful example of spit roasting a bottom – back and forth, back and forth. Eventually Pablo just let the feeling of being fucked and fed take over and just moaned in pure pleasure. The crowd was going wild and chanting for them to pick up the pace, so Rob started moving the sling back a forth harder and faster. Rob yelled over to Dolf, “I think I am getting close I can’t keep this up much longer.” In response, Dolf pulled his cock out of Pablo’s mouth and stepped up behind Rob. He fed Rob some poppers and started making out with him. He pinched and tweaked Rob’s nipples with one hand and groped his ass and pushed him forward into the fuck with the other. Rob was on such sensory overload he didn’t even mind his ass being groped; he just interpreted it as a way to encourage him to fuck harder. Dolf started licking his ear and was whispering for Rob to fuck that hole harder and really open up the jock pussy for him. Fifteen minutes later Rob could not hold it back any longer and he shot a massive load up Pablo’s ass. The feeling of the orgasm made his knees buckle. Dolf held him up by the ass while he looked back over Rob’s shoulder toward one of the cameras and winked.

Part 9 As Dolf stepped away from the freshly fucked hole, the crowd descended upon the gaping bottom. It was like a feeding frenzy as they stuck their fingers and cocks in the hole jockeying for position to be the next to fuck it. Rob was leaking pre-cum and clearly aroused and ready to fuck again, but rather than fight the crowd he decided to look elsewhere. He knew he had his guest band and that it would help him move ahead in line, but he decided to wait until that bottom was filled with more cum. Maybe he’d take a piss first he thought as he headed to the designated wet area. It looked like he had a couple of options there. There was a boy bound in a crouching position with a funnel gag and then there was another with his hands tied behind his back, legs spread and bent over a sawhorse in a tiled area. The second guy also had a thick metal collar around his neck and was chained to the tiled wall. The second situation looked like more fun to Rob. That blond twink was already wet and ready. Rob thought, “Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone here, empty my bladder and then fuck that little ass.” Decision made! The blonde twink was already drinking from the tap, but as Rob moved closer, the feeder motioned him over and pulled his cock out of the twink’s mouth. “Care to join me,” he asked Rob. He then turned to the twink and said, “Keep your mouth open or its going all over your face.” As the Top began pissing again Rob stepped up aimed and let his piss stream join the first. The twink was swallowing as best as he could to try and keep up with the flow, but the two piss streams were too much for him and the piss splattered across his face. It didn’t help that just for fun Rob would shift his cock and aim for the twink’s forehead. As those two were feeding the twink a third guy stepped up at the other side and shoved his cock up the twink’s ass and relieved himself. Rob and the other guy finished emptying their bladders and pushed their cockheads simultaneously in the twink’s mouth for him to clean off the last drops. As the Top in the back finished he said “Hold that chem piss in your ass little piggy and you’ll start to feel real good soon!” Rob smiled and said “Maybe I should plug that hole to keep it inside his ass.” He came around the sawhorse pushed his cock in and started grinding. The ass felt great. He started a slow methodical deep fuck as others started drenching the twink with piss. “Take my cock you little piss pig.” Rob almost wished he had waited to piss up the twink’s ass, but then again his cum would mix well inside the tight little ass with the piss already present. The twink was starting to feel the effects of the chemmed piss he was previously loaded with, and start to moan and push back on Rob’s cock. Being careful not to let the golden liquid escape from the bottom’s ass, Rob kept the slow deliberate fuck up for about 20 minutes before he mixed his cum load deep in the twink’s bowels. After he finished delivering his load his slapped the twink’s ass and told him to hold it for the next Top. He turned to leave and walked into what felt like a brick wall. It was Dolf. “Nice show, looks like you are enjoying your visit here.” “My name is Dolf.” “Thanks man, I’m Rob.” Rob couldn’t help but stare at Dolf’s cock as he continued, “Speaking of shows, that was one hell of a fuck you threw into that little Asian bottom a little while ago; you should be a porn star.” Dolf laughed as he reached and patted Rob’s shoulder “Actually I have starred in quite a few videos; in fact I am in town now to film a couple scenes as well as some promotional material for an upcoming event.” “Can I get you another drink?” Rob smiled and nodded in agreement. There were a lot of guys watching them. Of course Rob thought “why wouldn’t they stare, we are obviously the two best Tops here, so seeing us together probably just fuels their jealousy.” The two turned to go get a drink when Dolf stopped and said “Oh I need to piss first, that’s what I came over here for but I got distracted seeing you fuck that blonde twink.” “Are you going to piss fuck him; I‘d like to see that,” asked Rob. “Naw, if I did that he wouldn’t be able to hold anything in the rest of the night and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun.” “I’ll just feed that urinal over there.” The bottom with the funnel gag looked a little apprehensive at Dolf stepped up. As Dolf started pissing into the funnel, Rob could see why. It must have been like drinking from a fire hose. It was either drink or drown in the yellow nectar. You could see the bottom’s belly start to extend as he gulped down what seemed like a gallon of piss. When Dolf finished, he dried the end of his cock off on the bottom’s hair. “Let’s get that drink now.” Rob was feeling at ease now with Dolf. They talked about working out and how guys would stare and lust after them in the gym. The bartender had given Rob another one of his special drinks so Rob felt a renewed sense of horniness. He gazed again at the tattoo on Dolf’s before asking what bottoms thought about the tattoo. “Well they know what they are getting when they take this cock, that’s for sure,” replied Dolf. “They are probably too much in awe due to the size of my cock to actually even think much about the scorpion though,” he laughed. “I get off seeing the bug crawl in and out of the hole when I am fucking, so don’t really care what they think.” Rob nodded, “That’s a good point, a bottom’s role is just to take our cocks and make us feel good, so who gives a fuck about what they want.” They raised their glasses to toast that last comment and finished off their drinks as a shot. “You know Dolf, we should tag a couple of bottoms together.“ Rolf grinned at the comment and stated, “It would be like the porn star and his apprentice.” Rob snapped back, “Wait a minute, I am no apprentice, you may have a bigger cock but I am a stud Top myself and can hold my own!” “Sorry Buddy, I didn’t mean any offense; maybe it should be filmed and we’d both be the porn stars.” The smile returned to Rob’s face. “Like co-stars.” It was that moment that a loud bell started ringing. A bit startled Rob asked” What is that; is there a fire or something?” “Oh no, nothing like that," answered Dolf, “It’s just to let us know that the special entertainment for the evening is about to begin.” “Come with me,” Dolf said as he put his hand on Rob’s shoulder and directed him toward the center of the party. In the center of the room was a raised platform with a sling. It was high enough that it acted like a stage for everyone to see. Above the stage and sling were giant video screens. It gave the vibe of a concert event. Dolf pushed himself and Rob through the crowd to get to the base of the stage and the stairs leading up to the top. “You’re going to want to actively participate in this,” Dolf said with a big grin on his face.

Part 8 Rob hung out for a few minutes at the refreshment station while finishing his drink and chatted with a few of the other Tops. Somehow this environment had caused him to let his guard down a little and everyone was so welcoming to him. He still felt like some of the guys were just checking him out cause they secretly wanted to bottom for him, especially after they had seen him in action. Overall though, the talk was more about using bottoms and there was a general consensus that busting a nice tight cherry hole was the absolute best. He quickly added a little feedback on the tablet related to the holes he had used so far. The ginger received the best marks for the way his ass milked Rob’s cock. He also commented that there should be some sort of prize for the winners at the fuck racing station, because in his mind “winning the race” was solely due to the skill of the Top and had nothing to do with the hole he was fucking. “A Top like me should be recognized and admired for my skills” he typed into the comment section. Rob went back to fuck the ginger again. That bottom seemed the most appreciative of his cock so far. There was just something about seeing his own dark pubes up against that lily white ass when he was balls deep. The ginger was still bound in the same position on the fuck bench. It was obvious that his hole had been used non-stop since Rob fucked him earlier in the night. There weren’t tick marks or anything on the ass like he had seen on the two bottoms at the racing station, but clearly the ginger’s hole had been filled many times. Cum was leaking out the ginger’s ass to the point that it was almost a steady flow. Yet that pink hole still quivered begging for more cock even if it didn’t close tight anymore. It might not be as tight as it once was but that wasn't going to stop Rob from fucking it again. As Rob slid his cock into the welcoming opening, the ginger pushed his ass back and pleaded with Rob to give him another load. The ginger’s ass felt so different than it did earlier. It was now so silky and wet. Rob could see his cock coated with cum each time he pulled the shaft out, and he heard a squishy sound as he drove it back in. Rob was used to pumping multiple loads into a bottom and using his early loads as lube, but he had never experienced this feeling of fucking a fully loaded cum dump. Despite his competitive nature and unwillingness to basically share anything, he was now realizing the benefits of tag-teaming or sharing a cum dump. The wet slick feeling as his fat cock rubbed against the inside of the bottoms fuck tunnel was wonderful. Not that it was important, but the ginger cum dump seemed to be enjoying the fuck as well. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he kept repeating the words - “Yes, Yes, Yes – pound my hole; give me your seed!” The feeling was great, but Rob did notice some of his audience was wandering away. He wasn’t sure where they were going, but in his opinion they should be taking notes on how to fuck. His observation caused him fuck a little harder and faster which in turned triggered him to shoot another load deep up the greedy cum dump’s ass. A loud almost animalistic howl brought him out of his post climax euphoria. “What was that,” he said out loud. One of the other guys grabbed him by the arm and replied “Based on the way that bottom howled it sounds like Dolf is here wrecking another hole – Come with me to watch the show” There was quite a crowd gathering around this particular play area. As Rob looked at the video screen he wasn’t sure whether it was some sort of camera trick, but there was a small little ass that was being stretched to its capacity by a cock that looked as thick as Rob’s wrist. Watching that cock pumping and out of the hole on the video screen, he couldn’t tell how long it was because he never saw the head; but it was big. He worked his way through the gathering crowd so he could see the owner of that monster cock. Apparently from what he heard, the man was named Dolf. When he got closer he was able to see the mystery man. He was a massive muscle bound blonde stud. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Rob was intimidated. Dolf was 6’5” tall furry blonde with 250 pounds of chiseled muscle. Rob was proud of his own six pack abs, but this stud had an eight pack and the way they rippled made the muscled abs look like speed bumps. Rob had a clear view of Dolf’s ass because he was wearing latex shorts similar to Rob. The exception being that Viking’s shorts had the full ass cut out and exposed. He certainly now understood what Nick was trying to tell him in the leather store earlier in the day. There was no mistaking that this guy was a dominant Top and if someone was lusting after that ass it would be because they wanted to bury their face between the hard furry cheeks and worship the hairy hole in between with their tongue. Dolf was quite the Norse Viking God and he was clearly meant to be served. Dolf was making no effort in being gentle with this bottom. The bottom was a small Asian looking guy with a gymnast’s body. His legs were bound to a spreader bar and raised up towards his shoulders. Rob wondered how many party drugs were used to get this bottom compliant so that he could take that cock. His eyes and mouth were wide open and he was panting. Dolf would sense whenever the bottom was getting used to his cock and pile drive it in, or punch fuck the sides of cock tunnel he was drilling to try to open the ass further and just to make the bottom appreciate the fuck more. Rob learned from one of the other guys that Dolf’s cock was a full 11” long. The head was thick in of itself but the cock widened significantly toward the base. The fuck show was a true performance and nearly everyone was stroking their own cock as they watched, including Rob. Dolf’s eyes scanned the room and he would nod and acknowledge people. Rob swore he even looked at him directly in the eyes and smiled while he was brutally pounding away. From the video screen Rob could see there was a tattoo on Dolf’s massive cock. He couldn’t quite make out what the tattoo was while the fucking was going on, but after Dolf deposited his seed deep in the now delirious bottom with one final power thrust and pulled out his cock, the tattoo design was clear. It was a large black scorpion.

The Trainee ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer. I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT! Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door. I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name. “Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice. I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants. He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered. “That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants. “I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly. Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans. “Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly. “Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked. I looked at him sternly. “Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit. He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon. “We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair” Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile. “You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him. “It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked. “Today, like now?” he asked? “Is there a problem?” “No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said. Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it. “Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely. “So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.” “Here?” he asked oblivious. “Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered. First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right. He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass. He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it. He turned around and tried to make a happy face. “Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously. “Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained. In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’ “Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him. “Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up” “Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned. “Now get do some squats.” Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks. I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks. Shane yelped and tried to shy away. “Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?" “Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer. “It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.” What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would. Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also." I couldn’t help but to agree. “This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him. Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton. Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen. His blouse looked more like a belly top. “Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued. “Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down. I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’ “This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled. “So? Are you ready for some action? “Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance. When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding “He looks like a faggot!” I agreed. “You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied. “You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink. “Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.” “Exactly” I said. Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….

My first post here, of a real experience last year in in Orlando hotel room. Very DL daddy type here with a sick sweet obsession for mancunt, cock and cum in all its many forms. I rarely get to play at home because of work, wife, family, and busy life, but when I get a hotel room all to myself all bets are off. I was getting ready to call it a night because no one seemed to be around on the usual cruising sites, or at least there was no interest. Just before I was ready to shut off the iPad a boy, Scotty hit me up on bbrt. He indicated that he only lived across the parking lot from my hotel and could use a good breeding. Before I could think I said hell yeah, I’ll meet you in the parking lot in five minutes. Got dressed and went downstairs, and across the parking lot strolled Scotty, slim twink, about 30, so hot and sweet. This daddy rarely gets a chance to play with boys of this type and I was so ready to get at him, as we rode the elevator upstairs to my room. Immediately after we walked in the door he stripped down and so did I. Scotty so fucking hot, about 5’9 and 130#. My mouth was watering looking at his smooth ass and uncut cock which was long but soft at the moment. He was ready for breeding and made no bones about it, telling me in a soft voice “daddy I need to feel your cum deep inside me.” I was insane with lust and had him lay down on bath towels on the bed, to hold his legs back exposing his sweet used pussy. Without a moment to lose I got down and put my mouth right up into his ass and lubricated it with all the spit I had in me. As I am hungry throat pig I gobbled up his cock, and much to my surprise he began to grow significantly in my throat. I started to gag a little witch suited me just fine and got my phlegm really flowing. I just couldn’t believe how well he was hung as I kept working on his cock growing inmy mouth and hand, it was at least 8 inches of sweet boy meat, which had a curious curve down. I finally took my stupid slobbering mouth out of his dripping ass, aand easily slipped my cock into him. Not very big here and so i pounded away my belly and nuts slapping against him. Scotty kept stroking his cock which I kept spitting on, rubbing his head against my stomach and just above the base of my cock every time I pulled out a little. After only about five minutes Scotty said daddy would it be OK if i came on your cock and you put it back inside my ass and added yours to the mix? Of course I told him to go for it whenever he wanted, I back my cock out until just my head was still inside of him, and he blew an incredible load all over my stomach and my dick. Promptly I came furiously inside his ass and we both watched as our cocks twitched with the remaining drops of our loads. Not one to waste the opportunity to enjoy a hot cream pie I promptly got my mouth deep inside his ass as he pushed out, and drooling with sperm we snowballed each other to exhaustion. I wanted to do it again, but Scotty had to leave, as his boyfriend was back home and waiting for his arrival to finish him off. He said he would come back the following night if i was free, and would bring his boyfriend and maybe a couple more buddies. OMG! Hell yeah, but that is another story for another time.

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Scotbtm, Just be in a jock, lay on your back and enjoy the fucking and cumloads! Cheers!

My girlfriend (when I was “straight” lol) walked in on me and her son. He was sitting in my lap. We were both in loud undies. My hand was fishing around in his underpants and I was grinding my cock on his back. It didn’t go over well with her.

Part 5. As I walked out of the booth and toward the three men milling around down the rows of booths I felt a simultaneous chill and flash of heat wash up my body to my face. I had to have gone beet red, but it wasn’t from embarassment. I could feel every thud of my heart and it seemed to be pumping all the blood in my body away from my brain straight into my groin and my cock strained out as hard as I’ve ever been. One of the men looked dead at me. “We’ve got an eager one here,” said to the others as he motioned easily toward me. “I’ll be damned,” another half laughed, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.” With that they began to ease down their flys. Bold. I was actually scared completely out of my mind and so buzzed with adrenaline I almost couldn’t breathe. It seemed like forever squeezed into a ten second walk. As I reached them, they all had their cocks out in varied states of hardness. The one who had first spotted me looked at the one who was the hardest and then looked back at me, “Get to taking care of him first,” he said with a nod of his head, “we’ll enjoy the show.” I walked a few more steps until I was just a foot or so from him. He looked to be somewhere just north of 60 as he came into better focus in the dim hallway lights. He was about my height, but well stockier than me. He carried most of his weight from the chest down and he opened up his shirt to reveal a full beer belly with grey hair that thickened down to his cock where it seemed like a jungle of white fur. Some guys would brush him off as a troll, but with my task at hand I couldn’t, and truthfully—wouldn’t be so picky. He was uncut and sported a hard, thick 7 inches with a knot of foreskin tight around the head. I damn near drooled as I saw that. A hard piece of meat with that much skin was my weakness. “Get down on your knees,” he said quietly, firmly as he gripped my right shoulder and began pressing down. I went to my knees but I didn’t remember the descent. My eyes on that meaty cock were the only sense I had that worked at that moment. “Tip your head back and open your mouth,” he pressed with the fingers of his free right hand firmly against my forehead. I relaxed into the tilted position he seemed to be aiming for and my mouth hung open. Not gaping, just relaxed and ready for what he was going to provide. He touched that knot of skin to my upper lip and squeezed out a single large drop of precum which balanced for a moment and then dropped whole down onto my tongue. As it hit, I tasted that concentrated swirl of sweet bitterness I loved so much. My eyes rolled back in my head from just that small taste and they got a kick out of my reaction. “Damn, man!” The so far silent one just behind me to my left said with a chuckle, “he’s ready to go to town on your cock!” The man in front of me chuckled a little too, “before tonight, this little bitch wouldn’t even look at me.” He craned his head down so he could see me fully just under the crest of his belly. “I’m fairly hard, but you need to get this cock to push this knot out of the way.” He then dropped his pants fully to the floor, the belt buckle clanking like a hammer had dropped. “To get this head out you need to...” with that word, he turned his ass to me, “eat my asshole you little whore. Get in there deep with your tongue and make me believe you deserve the load I’m building up. And there was his ass. Only dusted with the white fur and almost glowing with its paleness. He bent over slightly and pulled his ham-like cheeks apart and there was his hole. It looked clean and my tongue snaked out of my mouth like it had a mind of its own. I leaned right in and worked my way into his tight sphincter. “At least he showered at some point today,” I thought as I formed a solid, sucking lip lock on his asshole. As the soft flesh began to part I almost saw myself from outside my body, my face buried and eclipsed by this man’s hefty ass cheeks. I dug in and worked my now flexed tongue deeper into his hole while maintaining unbroken suction on this ring. He groaned out a sound of enjoyment and I smiled inside. I live for the moments when I am responsible for having that kind of impact. After a few minutes of licking, sucking, chewing, and mining his relaxed hole, he released his cheeks from his grip and I almost felt suffocated in ass as they dropped back together. His left hand pushed me back just the smallest bit and he turned so his cock was level with my mouth. He was fully hard now and a good amount larger than I had originally seen. “Suck my balls boy,” he whispered hoarsely, “Get them both in your mouth and make me feel like you love them more than any other goddamned thing on earth.” With that, he pulled his hard cock up and out of the way exposing two egg shaped balls hanging quite a distance from their root. I leaned forward and sucked one and then softly the other into my drooling mouth. I had them both in and the taste of his sweat mixed with the scent of his day’s worth of musk were overwhelming and sent me deeper into heat. At this moment I completely and totally loved these balls and the feel of his hairy sac in my wet, hot mouth. He then began to drop his hard cock randomly into my face, making a quiet slap every time it hit. And when it hit, a good pool of precum would splatter out and form sticky pools where the cock rested momentarily. After cock slapping me 6 or 7 times, I felt like my face was fairly soaked in that tasty, sticky wetness. “Get off my balls boy, and get this rod into your mouth,” I’m close and I don’t want to waste another drop. I popped those balls out gently and they swung back, pulling his dripping fuckstick right to lip level. I opened up and sucked him inside. It felt like his thick dick was on fire as I drove further down toward the densely furry base. He was pumping out precum liberally now and the taste was even better as it took over and coated every square millimeter of my sucking hole. He put his hands firmly on the back of my head and began to rock his meat into and barely out of my mouth. He seemed to be getting harder and thicker with every thrust and the leaking a steady thick stream, almost like thick maple syrup. He pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back quickly and decisively into my mouth as deep as he could manage, my face buried deep in his thick cock hair the only limit on pushing farther. He held me still with his meat fully buried to my lips, and started to gasp just a little bit. With that I felt his balls tighten up against my chin. I closed my eyes and began to suck in earnest. Then that thick slab began to pulse in large waves and his cum began to flood into my cheeks and throat. I tightened my lips as hard as I could, clamping off any possible exit for the seed pouring into me. I needed every single drop. As I held tight and swallowed as quickly as possible, I could hear a jangling on either side of me. Not loud, but fast and regular. As the last jets of cum died away, he pushed my head back away, clear of his spit soaked cock. I leaned my head back to take a breath and that’s when I realized what the jangling was. The two other men were furiously pumping their cocks on either side of my face and suddenly they cut loose on me, shooting a full coverage steam that almost fully coated my face. The cum was hot and somehow heavy on my skin and I just knelt there taking every jet perfectly still until they were done. And when they were done, I had a huge amount of jizz layered on me. Before I could really take a breather and process what had happened both men reached down and began to smear their loads all over my face and into my hair. Before they were finished, I was fully coated from my chin to the nape of my neck with a layer of cooling cum. Problem one was, though, I’d only gotten one load down my throat. As I kneeled, sticky and dazed, one of the men turned to me and said, “If you want more action, you’ll need to hit the theater,” he waved toward the blinding entry. “There’s about twenty guys over there and I’m sure they’d love a piece of your action.” With that, I pushed myself up to my feet and began to head back to my booth. I heard a solid laugh behind me so I looked at him and gave a confused look. “Why are you laughing?” “Your clothes and stuff aren’t in there anymore,” he said with an even harder laugh. “When you were eating his asshole, we got your stuff and took it to the theater for safekeeping. You’ll get it back when you’re done. The guy with the pipe said you’d love it!” And then he laughed his way out the door and onto the sales floor and out of sight. At that moment I knew three things. First, he theater had a separate entrance all the way on the other side of the store. Second, it required a separate ticket charge to enter. And third, I had exactly no means to pay my way in. As the cum stiffened into a semi-hardened mask on my face and in my hair, I mulled over my options. It was obvious there was only one. Was I ready for that?

So i posted pretty soon after i got back home. 2 hours later i get a text telling me he was ready for round 2 and might bring a friend if that was ok.. ok i said back. He says 30 minutes, same place , this time be there on all 4s and be ready. Exactly 30 min. I rushed a shower and was back in the park as asked. Same place, kicked my shoes off, shorts drop, find my lube and lube my self good in and out.. i drop to all 4s and wait. He appeared out of no where.. see i told you he said.. must have been to who he brought. Hands on my ass. Legs pushed together. Someone straddles me and a cock finds my hole, its big i can tell that. Slowly but steadily he pushes the head in and then the whole fucking thing. I grunt its big :). He pulls almost all the way out and the all the way back in.. i feel him in my guts. In out in out. I squeeze down on his cock. He just fucks harder. And boom he floods my insides.. and then they leave.. just like that.. not a word spoken to meet. Just fucked abused and full of cum.. im not complaining though.. waiting for another text. Haha..

Out With a Bang I was in a bind. The minor league hockey team I was playing for had just informed me they were sending me up to the next level. That meant a move from Los Angeles to Boston. Normally this kind of news would’ve made my day, but there was one thing in the way. A big thing. Two years ago I moved to LA straight out of college. I’d gone to school in Minnesota on a full hockey scholarship, but all the time growing up in Norman, Oklahoma, my real dream was to be an actor. A movie star, to be more precise. The next Brad Pitt or something. I’d done some plays in high school and college and even some local community theater, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I mean, it’s not like I wasn’t not good looking or anything. People always told me I had that ‘All American Boy Next Door Look.’ I’m 6’2, 175 pounds, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and having played sports all my life, I have a pretty decent body. But breaking into show business wasn’t as easy I as I thought it would be. I went on countless auditions and rarely ever got a call back. Sometimes I think the only reason I ever got in the door was because I’m as good looking as I am. Soon I got frustrated and disillusioned with the whole idea of show business, and decided to fall back on what I did best: play hockey. I tried out for – and made – the Los Angeles Lightning, a second level minor league team. It wasn’t the majors or anything, but hell, it was a paycheck and I was playing again. It also allowed me to keep going on auditions. That’s when I got what I thought was my ‘big break.’ I was leaving an audition one day, confident I wasn’t going to get the part, when this hot chick approached me. She said she worked for a production company that made specialty internet movies and said I had the ‘look’ they were going for and wondered if I would be interested. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘specialty internet movies’ and that was probably my first mistake. Even though I graduated from college, I was pretty naïve about the way the world worked. And I was probably too trusting, because it didn’t take much convincing for her to sell me on the idea. She explained the movies were mostly fetish stuff: short 15-30 minute videos where a good looking guy lets his girlfriend tie him up and tickle him, or a guy gets kidnapped by some hot babes. Cheesy shit like that. I told her that wasn’t the kind of actor I wanted to be, but she reminded me that a lot of people broke into films by doing lousy TV or commercials, and then she went on to name a bunch of people I admired and some of the shit jobs they started out doing. I finally agreed and within a few hours I was all signed up. So far I’ve made seven of these crappy movies. I’m glad they’re only available online because they’re terrible. In every one I’m chloroformed (fake) or drugged (again, fake) or somehow (yes, fake) knocked out by some hot chick and then tied up and tickled. I don’t mind the girls, but I’m ticklish and one time this chick I was filming with realized just how ticklish I was and wouldn’t untie me when the director called “cut.” She kept tickling me until I was panting and gasping and almost pissed my pants. I was hacked off but she and Terry (he’s the owner of the company as well as the director) and all the crew thought it was funny. Yeah, not so much for me though. But the biggest problem I have is they always strip me when I’m tied up. Just to my underwear, but even that’s bad enough. I guess I’m too modest or something. The first time it happened I objected, but Terry told me to grow up. ‘At least you don’t have to be naked,’ he’d said. ‘And besides, it’s only underwear.’ I also made the dumb mistake of wearing briefs the first time out. I switched to boxer briefs when I started high school, only wearing briefs to the gym or on a run or – as that day turned out to be – laundry day. But anyway, so there I was in nothing but my tight white briefs I’d bought at Walmart, with my hands tied over my head being tickled until I was practically hoarse. And then it got worse – because face it, it always gets worse – I boned up big time and it was embarrassing as fuck. For the rest of the day I had to put up with the crew calling me ‘boner boy’ and making cracks about my tented ‘tighty whities.’ After that first movie I made a point to always wear navy blue or black boxer briefs to the set. The first movie turned out to be a hit with the internet crowd. Terry offered me twice what I got for the first movie if I did a follow up and I said yes. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time was the majority of the fans were gay men. I had no idea what I was doing would have so much appeal to pervs. I agreed to a third movie and soon Terry talked me into signing a contract. And it’s that contract that was now holding up my new hockey career. Well, I’d just have to get out of the it. How hard could it be? I’d already made seven movies for them and that should be enough. Terry seemed pretty reasonable and I’m sure if I talked to him and explained my situation, it’d be no problem to get out of my contract. Boy, was I wrong! I decided to talk to Terry the day I was scheduled to shoot my next movie. I threw on a robe and went to his office. His door was open but he was on the phone. I knocked softly on the door jamb and he motioned me in, gesturing with his hand for me to take a seat. I sat down on the couch across from him and waited for him to finish his call. It wasn’t until he was off the phone that he told me he could see straight up my legs to my package. Shit, had he been checking me out the whole time? I knew he was gay, but he had a boyfriend so what was up with the roving eye? “What can I do for you, Colton?” he asked. “Look Terry,” I said, stammering a little. “I’m just going to be upfront about this. The Lightning are moving me up to the next level.” “That’s great,” he said, “but what does that have to do with anything here?” I sighed. “The new team is in Boston and they want me there next week.” “That’s going to tough,” he said. “You realize you signed a one-year contract and it’s only been four months so far.” “Yeah,” I said, “but I figure I’ve already made seven movies for you and today will be eight. That’s a lot. You’ve got other guys working for you, don’t you?” Terry nodded. “Yes, I do, but you’re our number one guy.” “I am?” I was surprised and, to be honest, a little flattered. “Yes, you are, but that’s not the issue here,” he said firmly. “You signed a contract and you’re legally bound to fulfill the terms of that contract. If you want to move Boston that’s your choice. I guess you can fly in for shoots.” “Yeah?” I asked. “You’d fly me in?” He laughed and shook his head. “No, you’d be responsible for your own airfare and lodging. This wasn’t going at all the way I’d expected. “Come on, Terry,” I pleaded. “I can’t afford that. Can’t you just let me out of my contract? Please? I’ve done everything you’ve asked even when it was humiliating as hell and I’ve never asked for anything.” “I think you’ve been paid fairly for your troubles,” Terry said, his voice sounded a bit clipped. “It’s not that,” I said, exasperated. “I just feel like a piece of meat sometimes. I didn’t know in the beginning what I was getting into and to be honest, I feel kind of dirty knowing there’s a bunch of fags out there getting off over it.” Terry sat up ramrod straight, took in a quick breath through his nose and pursed his lips. I cringed, figuring my use of the word ‘fags’ had taken it too far. But then he sighed and sat back. “Tell you what, Colton,” he said, and I was relieved he sounded so cool. “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you finish getting ready for the shoot, okay? I’ll make a few calls and let you know in a little while.” With that glimmer of hope I stood up to leave. Terry was picking up his phone to make a call when I left his office. “Close the door, please,” he requested. It was about forty-five minutes later when Terry walked up to me. “Good news,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I talked to the producers and they’ve agreed to let you out of your contract after this movie.” “Really” I said. “You mean all I have to do is make this last movie and that’s it?” Terry nodded and I gave him a hug. “Thank you!” “But there’s a slight change,” he said as I released him. “Anything,” I said quickly, so happy. “What is it?” “Okay, you know in the opening scene when Pam knocks you out while you’re on the couch wearing those boxer briefs?” he said, and I nodded. “Well, you’re gonna be dressed instead. And then, after she knocks you out she’ll strip you and tie you up.” “Oh, okay. No problem. So I can get dressed, right?” “Not so fast,” Terry said. “Instead of what you’re wearing, I want you wearing white briefs.” My shoulders slumped. “Really? Tighty whities? Come on, Terry, they’re so fucking ga–” “Look Colton,” he said, interrupting me before I could stick my foot in it again, “you’re getting what you want. We’re releasing you from your contract almost eight months and sixteen movies early. I think this is the least you can do.” “You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry.” “Okay. Let’s just forget about it,” he said. “I sent Paul out to pick up some briefs. We’ll start as soon as he gets back.” Now I was excited. A few more hours and I was done! Despite the money I got from doing these movies, they were pretty demeaning and I regretted ever signing that damn contract. Paul was back a few minutes later and handed me a three-pack of Tommy Hilfiger briefs. I took them and went back to my dressing room. I didn’t have breakfast so I stopped at the craft services table where – shit, I always forget his name – was setting out trays of pastries and sandwiches and stuff. “Hey, do you have any of that juice you had last time?” I asked, grabbing a sandwich and a napkin. “Yeah, but I haven’t brought it in yet,” he replied. “Give me two minutes and I’ll bring some to you in your dressing room.” “Thanks.” Once in my dressing room, I tossed the package of underwear onto one of the chairs and slumped onto the couch. Talk about a final humiliation. A few moments later there was a knock on the door and the craft services guy poked his head in. “Here’s your juice,” he said and handed me a big glass. I thanked him and took a drink before I opened the briefs and slipped on a pair. Hmmm… they were a lot softer than the ones I had and fit a helluva lot better, too. My dick is six inches or so when soft and I’ve got pretty big balls, but these briefs cupped them just right and made them feel snug and cozy. I checked myself out in the mirror and actually liked how they made my butt and package look. Nice. I shrugged and tossed the remaining two into my bag to take home. I finished dressing and then sat and waited for the call to go to the set, polishing off my sandwich and juice. I was texting my buddy when a production assistant knocked on the door and let me know they were ready. Normally I’m nervous before shooting, but I was feeling oddly calm as I walked onto the set. The way the scene was set up had me sitting on the couch watching TV while Pam snuck up behind me and knocked me out with chloroform. Terry always told me I ‘went out’ better than most people. Said I made it look authentic. That was probably the only thing I was proud of in doing these schlocky films. The set was basic: couch, coffee table, entertainment center, and bed. After Pam ragged me she would drag me to the bed, undress me and tie me up. “Okay, here’s the set up,” Terry explained. “You’ll be watching the game and you hear the door but you don’t turn to look. You just hold your empty glass up and ask Pam for another.” I noted the large tumbler on the coffee table as Terry continued. “Instead of a refill, she presses the cloth over your nose and mouth and… well, you know the drill.” I looked around but didn’t see Pam. “Where’s Pam?” I asked. “She had a phone call,” Paul explained. “She’s already been briefed about the new set up. She’ll be back in a minute.” I nodded and Terry asked if there were any questions. There weren’t any so he called for quiet on the set and told everybody to take their places. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, pleasantly surprised it was hooked up to cable, and tuned to ESPN. The Minnesota Wild were playing. Bonus! “And … Action!” All I had to do was sit and watch TV and as soon as the cloth was pressed to my face, struggle and pretend to pass out. No big deal. Since this was my last movie I’d make it look extra good and convincing. I picked up the glass to take a drink and noticed it was completely full. Why would the prop guy fill it all the way full when I’m supposed to be asking for a refill in about thirty seconds? What a fucking idiot. I sighed inwardly and began to drink it all down. I heard the door knob click and I quickly finished the juice. “Hey Pam,” I called out, my eyes not leaving the screen as Terry instructed, “get me a refill, will ya?” There was no response but I could hear footsteps approaching so I held the glass up for her to take, mentally counting down the seconds. One … two … Suddenly the cloth was clamped over my nose and mouth. What the – Something was different… wrong. The cloth stank and – oh fuck – was this real chloroform? I began to struggle. “Mmmpphh!!!!” I tried to twist away, but the hand pressed more tightly against my face. This couldn’t be Pam. I mean, she’s strong but this was definitely a man’s hand I was trying to pry off my face. What the hell?! I tried again to buck the guy off, but by now I’d gotten a good dose of the chloroform and was feeling a little light-headed. To make matters worse, another set of hands reached over the couch and grabbed my hands, restraining me. The hand holding the rag didn’t let up and I could feel myself getting weaker and more tired. Within a few seconds I was drifting out of consciousness. “Cut!” I vaguely heard. There was a pounding in my head, kind of like when you hold a seashell up to your ear, and I could barely move. “Is he still awake?” somebody asked as my eyelid was lifted. I tried to see who it was but I couldn’t focus. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. “Yes,” another voice said, “but he’s pretty out of it and will be for a few minutes. That should be enough time to get everything set up.” I felt my body being lifted and drag-walked from the couch to the bed, barely registering as two blue, diamond-shaped tablets were put in my mouth, a bottle of water held to my lips, and a hand stroked my throat, coaxing me to swallow the pills. Then I was eased onto my back. “What did you give him,” somebody – Kirk I think his name was – asked as he picked up the glass I’d dropped, sniffed it, and placed it back onto the coffee table. “G&T,” Terry replied and it sounded like he was smiling. “Ah,” Paul chuckled. “Gina and Tina: my two favorite ladies.” “Yeah, they’ll put him in the mood we want,” Terry further explained. “I made sure the juice he had in his dressing room was dosed with a little G just to chill him out. With what he just drank, he’s gonna be feeling really good in a few minutes, and in the movie he’ll look like a total team player–” “Yeah… catcher,” somebody else interjected and everybody began to laugh. I didn’t know what that meant and I didn’t know who Gina and Tina were. The only girl I’d seen today was Pam, and it looked like she was gone now. Somebody began to unbutton my shirt. I looked up and the guy winked at me. “How ya feeling?” I shrugged my shoulder and smiled. “Excellent,” he said. I noticed commotion behind him and watched as crew members brought in a padded bench and what looked like a saw horse. Then they began to set up a big contraption that reminded me of my sister’s canopy bed, except there were chains hanging from it and a black hammock-looking thing. My shirt was pushed back off my shoulders and slid off. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled. I should’ve been panicked, but I was feeling warm and shiny. And a little amped. “What’re you doing?” I slurred as the button on my pants was undone and my zipper was pulled down. I felt like I was floating… and suddenly it was no big deal at all. I was hauled to my feet and held up by strong hands on both sides as my pants fell to my ankles. I opened my eyes and saw Terry coming over. What was happening? I tried to talk but couldn’t make my mouth work. Terry was in front of me now. He reached out and gave my nuts a squeeze through my briefs. My dick twitched. The hell?! “Okay guys,” he said, “let’s get his pants off.” They laid me back down on the bed, took off my shoes and socks and then stripped my pants off. I was naked now except for my underwear. “Unhhh…” I moaned as hands began to roam over my body. I began to arch into the sensations. Fuck, I was flying! “Yeah, he’s feeling it now,” Terry said. I was pulled back to my feet and held in place once again by a couple of the guys. Terry came over and stood next to me. He clapped his hands. “Gentlemen, your attention please!” he called out. The crew gathered around and I struggled not to sway. Terry rested a hand on the small of my back and as he began to speak he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my briefs and I felt his index finger trace the crack of my ass. “As you may have heard,” he announced, “Colton here is moving on to bigger and better things and this will be his last movie with us. You can see there’s been a bit of a change to the script, and we’ve changed the title as well. The new title is ‘Out With a Bang’ and I think it will be his best one yet.” There was a burst of laughter and then he continued. “Now don’t worry, you’ll all get your turn, so be patient.” He reached down and started stroking me through my briefs. I felt myself getting hard and I wanted to be shocked, but instead I groaned my pleasure.“Let’s get his underwear off and the cameras rolling, okay?”Somebody grabbed my face and shoved a cock deep in my mouth. More hands roamed all over my body and I started to feel really tingly. Something was I was carried back to the bed and watched as my briefs were tugged down, staring in fascination as my now fully erect dick bobbed up and then slapped my stomach. What the fuck? Why was I so hard? I was eased down onto my back. I was stark naked and spread eagle when a set of lips began to play with and nibble my nipples while a hand grabbed my cock and started to jerk on it. I moaned as another began to tug on my nuts. very wrong because no way in fuck would I ever feel this good about dudes touching me! I was lifted off the bed and brought to one of the padded wooden benches. I was tied in a way that had me down on all fours, but left my dick, ass and upper body exposed. Somebody got down under me and began to suck my cock. I tried to cry out again, but somebody yanked on my hair and another dick slipped between my lips and suddenly I was being face-fucked. I could hear voices all around me, but they seemed to all blend into one. Two small brown bottles were put up to my nostrils and I was forced to inhale from them. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head and my body began to vibrate with excitement. “Unnnnhhh…” I moaned, my voice still muffled by the dick in my mouth. My head was spinning round and round. I was given several more hits from those little bottles before they were taken away. The dick in my mouth slid out, only to be replaced by another, and the face-fucking started all over. The first guy hadn’t come, thank God, but the second guy did, almost immediately, and I found myself forced to swallow. The first guy was still there and he was furiously jerking off as he watched me being skull-fucked. Suddenly he yelped and shot his load all over my face! The cock in my mouth pulled out and yet another one took its place. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of dick filling my mouth. If cum wasn’t being shot down my throat it was being sprayed across my face or onto my body. Soon I was covered in cum, my own as well as others’. It was in my hair, up my nose, and in my ears. It was rubbed all over my body, smeared across my face, and even into my ass crack. Hand after hand pumped away at my dick, which was so hard. A finger coated with some kind of lubricant jabbed at my asshole and I squirmed in pain. Then a second finger joined it and began to stretch and pull. I don’t know how long they spent prepping me because whatever was in the brown bottles they kept shoving under my nose had me in a daze. The dick in my mouth suddenly slipped out and I turned my head to see Terry kneeling next to me. He was tying some kind of rubber tubing to my bicep like a tourniquet and then held up a syringe. He flicked it twice and injected it into my arm. I immediately began to cough and sputter and when the wheezing fit passed, I felt hands on my hips and something thick and blunt against my entrance. Oh my God… My hole was wet and slick and the dick thrust its way in. “Oh fuck!” I cried out as it pushed past the ring of muscle and I felt balls slap against my ass. It felt fucking fantastic! I wanted to cry out again, but a dick shoved its way into my mouth and all I could do was moan and take it. They fucked me and used me like they owned me. Then Terry took his turn, making sure to take his time. His cock raked over something inside me that made me quiver and moan and my already hard dick felt like it could cut glass. He laughed and kept aiming at the spot. He called me all kinds degrading names, and the rest of the guys, lined up and waited their turn, laughed and joined in on the name-calling. Terry pulled out and a moment later slid his finger back in. I felt a burning sensation and then – holy shit – I wanted to be fucked even more! I wiggled my ass and Terry smacked it – hard – before pushing back in with a vengeance. The fucking started all over again. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was nonstop for I don’t know how long. It seemed like every stroke was hitting that magic button inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan because it was feeling so fucking good now. I felt like some kind of cheap whore but I didn’t want it to stop! It felt so good to be fucked and I wanted more. I might have passed out a couple of times, but Terry made sure to keep me coherent. At one point he shot me up with the syringe again. By that time though, I’d lost track of how many cocks I’d taken in my ass and down my throat. The last thing I remember was Terry standing in front of me holding a white cloth. He covered my nose and mouth with it and held it in place until everything went black. I woke up in my own bed. I don’t know how much time had passed or how I’d gotten there. My head throbbed, my ass hurt, and my jaw felt like it was out of joint. I was covered in cum and wearing just the briefs I’d been given for the shoot. I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror! My hair was all spiked up with what I assumed was dried cum and there was still more on me – not yet dried – that glistened on my face, neck, chest… shit, even under my armpits! I felt sticky and tacky all over. And my neck was covered in hickeys. I dropped to my knees and hurled into my toilet. My ass burned and I gingerly slid the briefs down. What the fuck? As I pulled the briefs away, grossed out at much cum was in them, I stared in shock. My pubes were gone. They shaved my crotch? What the holy fuck?! I staggered into the shower and turned the taps on full blast, letting the hot water wash all the jizz off me. I stood there until the water went cold before finally turning it off. I dried off, careful to avoid my dick, nuts, pecs and ass, because they were all red and sensitive. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way slowly into the living room. There was a manila envelope next to my phone, wallet and keys on the coffee table. My name was scrawled across it. Inside was a DVD and a note. I unfolded the paper. ‘Colton – True to my word, I’ve torn up your contract. The DVD is a rough cut of your last movie. I think it’s some of your best work to date. If your hockey career doesn’t work out, there’s always a place here for you. The movie is only for a select few. However, I’ll release it to the public if you do anything stupid like go to the cops. Then, not only will it be uploaded to the internet, but I’ll send it to every team in the league as well as your family, friends and every contact in you phone.’ I picked up my phone. There were a couple of missed calls and a bunch of text messages from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened the first one: it was a clip of me begging to be fucked. I closed it in horror and opened the next: me being fucked in the mouth and ass. Shit. I was so screwed.

Part 23 The jockstrap party was just as the name implied; the guests had to wear a jockstrap for entry. While some members would wear leather or latex jocks, the majority would wear cloth. The cloth variety made it much more erotic for the Tops as the bottoms sucked their cocks through the fabric. It was especially hot when the jocks were well used and sweaty. Nick’s decision was to set Rob up bent over a bench with his head and arms in stocks. His legs were restrained and kept spread with a spreader bar. That way both holes could be used. To further emphasize that he was just a cum dump for any cock, Rob was also blindfolded. As Nick put the blindfold on he instructed Rob,” You are to focus your energy solely on serving cock with your mouth, throat and ass.” Rob felt the tourniquet on his arm and then the now familiar prick. As he began to fly, his first cock of the night was pressed against his lips. He had no idea who the cock belonged to, but obediently opened his mouth and began to service it. It was actually Nick that was face fucking Rob. He wanted to test Rob’s compliance with the instructions he had just been given before the guests began to arrive in large numbers. He didn’t say a word as Rob greedily sucked his cock. Nick noted that Rob had come a long way in the past few days with his oral skills. Rob’s gag reflex was diminishing and he was being more aggressive with the use of his tongue and throat muscles. Nick smiled to himself because he knew Rob’s psyche was breaking. Tanner had just finished strapping Red to a fuck bench when Nick caught his attention. Nick motioned Tanner over and held his finger up to his lips to indicate for him not to talk. Nick then pointed at Rob’s ass and nodded. Tanner understood the message. He loved the feel of Rob’s muscle ass so his cock immediately hardened and he drove it into Rob’s ass. Tanner wondered if Rob recognized the feel of his cock. After all he had just fucked him a few hours ago. Then again, Rob had been fucked by a lot of different cocks the last few days so in his drug clouded brain he probably wasn’t able to match a cock with a face or name. Nick and Tanner spit roasted Rob for a few more minutes and then Nick pulled out and motioned for Tanner to do the same. They stood there for another minute before they heard Rob moan and utter the words “Someone please fill my holes, I’m so horny.” They had some more work to do; the doors to the party would open in about 10 minutes and they still had to turn on all the video screens and program the final bottom line-up and locations into the feedback tablets. When they were out of earshot of Rob, Nick asked Tanner how Rob’s bottoming skills were progressing. Tanner smiled and said “ He is starting to push back, clench his ass and milk the cock in his ass, so I think mentally his role as a bottom is starting to sink in.” “Great,” said Nick, “He’ll be good and ready then for the next stage by the time that PReP works its way out of his system.” “He’s going to make us a lot of money.” The doors to the party opened and the early arrivals rushed to the available bottoms. Rob felt a crusty jock strap rubbing his face and immediately went to work. The dried cum on the jock flaked off as Rob chewed and sucked. The cum flakes dissolved as they mixed with his saliva. Rob recognized the taste and its recognition caused him to drool more. He could feel the cock hardening within the jock and soon the head was poking over the top of the strap. After Rob swirled his tongue around the head, the Top could wait no longer and pulled his jock down and fed Rod the entire length. Meanwhile another Top had stepped up and was fingering Rob’s ass. Rob started grinding his ass against the fingers and was rewarded as they were replaced by a thick cock. Having a cock pumping both his holes was satisfying his craving somewhat, but he guys’ were pumping too slow for him; his hormones were wanting more. Rob struggled with how to communicate that to the Tops. His mouth was stuffed so he couldn’t talk; his hands were in the stocks so he couldn’t grab the guy in front to pull him in farther. He had limited movement of his hips so couldn’t push back too much. Through his haze of desire an idea finally came to him. He rapidly flicked his tongue around the cock in his mouth while simultaneously suctioning it like a vacuum. It worked; the Top started fucking faster and deeper. At his backend he started squeezing and releasing his ass muscles around the cock in rapid succession. That technique got the Top plowing his ass to also increase the depth and speed of his strokes. Rob started to feel more relief to his yearning. Both Tops were about to feel relief as well as the sensations on their cocks were driving them over the edge. Both Tops shot their loads simultaneously inside Rob’s wet holes. The next Top at Rob’s face didn’t even bother with the rubbing of his jock covered cock in Rob’s face. He had heard the moans of pleasure from the previous Top and wanted to get right down to action so he drove his cock balls deep into the awaiting mouth. However, in keeping with the jock theme of the evening, he had removed his jock and held it over Rob’s nose while he skull fucked him. “Breathe in my funk you filthy pig,” he growled as he fucked Rob’s throat harder. The smell of man sweat was becoming just another one of those scents that triggered Rob’s pleasure centers. Especially when it was in conjunction with a hard cock in his mouth or his ass. It was even better if there was a cock in both holes. That soon became a reality when another Top stepped up to use his ass and add his batter to the mix. Rob sucked one Top after another for several hours. He also collected multiple loads up his ass during that time. He was filled with enough cum that he was finding it difficult to keep it inside. No matter how hard he clenched his ass some cum inevitably leaked out each time he was fucked. There was a pause in the fucking as some sort of contest was taking place. From what Rob could ascertain it was a jock strap contest and the winner got to pick one of the bottoms to fuck on stage. He heard a winner announced and was anticipating he would be released and moved to the stage to be fucked. Even though he was still fighting the idea that he was a bottom, he was sure in his head that everyone wanted him regardless of his sexual position. He really expected that he would soon be moved to the stage and fucked. However nobody came to get him and he was not brought to the stage. Soon he heard the crowd chanting as the fuck show with some other bottom started. He actually felt a little dejected. Even though he couldn’t see who the contest winner had picked, he was sure that he was hotter than whoever that bottom was. Rob then felt the presence of someone next to him and heard him say, “Hey loser, how does it feel to be the only cum dump not being fucked right now,” “That’s right, every other bottom in the place has a cock in one or both of their fuck holes right now.” “You’re a worthless loser.” A dirty jock was then shoved into Rob’s mouth and a thick cock began pounding his ass. The whole time he was being fucked, the Top emphasized to Rob what a worthless cum dump he was. When the Top seeded Rob’s ass he just walked away and left Rob with the jock still in his mouth and cum leaking out of his ass. That was Rob’s last fuck of the night. The blindfold was removed and he was led back to his office. The remaining party goers just ignored him as he was led through the crowd. He saw there were men of all types in attendance that night, but since nobody would even return a glance with him, he was completely clueless as to which if any of them had fucked him. He was still feeling the effects of the drugs and wanted more cock, but instead he was being ignored. As he settled back into his cage the feeling of rejection set in and he just curled himself into a ball and tried to sleep.

Part 22 Rob woke up to the sound of banging. Standing at the front of the cage was a gym-built stud in a tank and sweat pants. “Wake up whore, time for your workout.” “My name is Tanner and I’m your new personal trainer.” Rob backed himself into the corner when he recognized Tanner as the uncut Top from the party that had made him eat his dick cheese and lick his sweaty body clean. “Out of the cage pig,” Tanner barked. As Rob slowly crawled out, Tanner grabbed him by the hair and pulled. He then put a leather collar around Rob’s neck and snapped on a leash. Tanner yanked on the leash and said “Follow me.” Rob shuffled behind Tanner as they made their way to the gym a few doors down from Rob’s “office”. The gym was fully equipped, although some of the standard equipment looked as though some modifications had been made. Tanner led Rob past a couple other guys who just snickered at him as he went by. “We’ll start with your upper body,” Tanner explained as they approached one of the machines. “Hop up on the seat.” Rob started to move then stopped as he saw the seat. Attached to the seat was a thick 8” butt plug. He looked at Tanner to question him and Tanner started laughing. “I suppose you want some lube pansy boy.” Tanner slicked the plug with some T-laced lube then guided Rob to sit. Rob tried to gradually lower himself on the plug when Tanner pushed him down hard by his shoulders. Rob let out a yelp. Tanner then rubbed his crotch in Rob’s face to stop him from complaining. The Tina in the lube started to relax him and he started to chew on Tanners sweatpants. “I see you are a hungry little bitch but there will be time for that later.” “Grab the bars and start some presses.” “Give me Ten!” Rob got a big surprise when he completed his first set of ten reps. Tanner grabbed a remote and pressed a button. The plug in Rob’s ass started vibrating and flexing. He let out a gasp at the feeling in his horny ass. After a minute or two the plug stopped and Tanner added more weight to the machine and ordered him to do another set. Again after the set, Rob’s ass was given a treat with the vibrating plug. For the next hour Rob was put through a series of exercises working each of his muscle groups. Each and every set was followed by the reward of the vibrating plug. Rob thought he was done after the leg lifts when Tanner helped him off the butt plug. He was wrong. “”You have a couple more areas to work,” Tanner said as he led him over to what looked like a modified squat machine. Rob’s wrists were tied to the hand holds and he was told to squat down. He repeated this a couple more times while Tanner figured out his limit on the amount of weight. Tanner then rolled over a table with a humongous dildo attached to hit. Rob knew what was coming next. As soon as Tanner released the catch the weight would push him down on the dildo. Rob was scared of the look of the dildo. It got thicker towards the base. It he let the weights push him all the way down he was sure he’d be split wide open. As he was psyching himself up for the exercise Tanner stepped up with something else in his hand. “Several guys have commented on how much they like your low hanging balls; so we thought it would be good to develop that a little more too.” Tanner then attached a parachute ball stretcher around the base of Rob’s ball sack and added some weights. While Rob was distracted by the pain in his balls, Tanner released the catch on the machine. The weight pushed Rob down quickly so that at least 6” of the dildo entered his ass before he regained control and lifted himself off of it. Tanner added more weight and released the catch. More of the dido entered Rob’s ass this time but he was able to lift himself off again. Tanner didn’t add any more weight but did make Rob do reps for 15 more minutes. On the last rep Rob could hardly lift himself up, so he was glad Tanner said the workout was over for the day and that he released him from the squat machine. Tanner removed the ball stretcher and handed Rob a pair of plain white briefs and told him to put them on. Although he would wear a jock to the gym, Rob just didn’t like to wear underwear, but he had to admit the support of the tighty whiteys was a comfort to his aching balls. Tanner clamped on the ankle shackles again and told Rob he had a special treat for him. When he pulled out a point, Rob’s eyes lit up. He could use a little boost right now. Rob knew the routine and held out his arm. Rob was getting more and more dependent on the meth. He dropped to his knees and released Tanners cock from his sweats and started sucking on it like his life depended on it. “You are getting better at cock sucking pig.” “You know what I like, get your tongue under that skin.” Tanner motioned over two of the other staff members who were working out. Soon Rob had three hard cocks in his face. He greedily went back and forth between each of them, often taking two at a time in his mouth. He tried for three but his jaws just wouldn’t open that far. It wasn’t long before each of the cocks fed Rob a big load of protein. “Nothing like a protein shake to help build muscle after a workout,” laughed Tanner. The other guys high-fived him and said they had to get to work. Tanner led Rob back to his room. Rob was still horny and his ass was begging to be filled. When they entered the room, Rob saw they weren’t alone. Inside the room were two skinny geeky looking twinks with black rimmed glasses dressed in cartoon character-shirts and jeans. There also was a cameraman. Both of the twinks were very pale as if they never went out in the sun. Tanner pushed Rob down on all fours and removed the leash and collar. Tanner pushed Rob’s ass with his foot and said, “Why don’t you crawl over there and give your visitors a proper welcome.” The two twinks had removed their t-shirts and jeans and were standing there in tighty whiteys and white socks. Each stood about 5’7” and both were very smooth. One had black hair and the other was a strawberry blonde. They appeared to be in their early twenties. There was another thing they seemed to have in common; each was sporting a huge bulge that their tight underwear barely contained. Rob was still flying and horny from his slam and quickly moved toward the twinks and began mouthing their cocks through the white briefs. He heard the unmistakable sound of the twinks inhaling poppers. When they were finished they handed him the little brown bottle. They waited patiently for him to finish but as soon as he handed the bottle back they each pushed his head into their crotches. Rob sucked and drooled so much on their crotches that their cocks were becoming visible though the wet white cotton material. It was then that they removed their briefs and released their cocks. The cocks were humongous. They were at least 10” long and fairly thick. They looked so disproportionate compared to their small thin frames. Rob started deep throating the big cocks, going back and forth between the two them. The twinksgrinned aer to aer and felt in control of the muscle stud servicing them. “That feels awesome jock boy,” the blonde moaned as Rob worked his cock. The other twink moved back to Rob’s ass and started rubbing Rob’s crack through the white briefs. The twink grabbed Rob's briefs and made a small rip in them over Rob's hungry hole. The twink then told his buddy to give Rob another hit of poppers. As Rob inhaled, the twink stuck his cock through the hole in Rob’s briefs and plunged it deep up Rob’s hole. He then began a hard deep assault on Rob’s surprised asshole. Rob let out a muffled moan as he was spit-roasted by the pair of nerds. Soon Rob felt the telltale signs of being loaded with seed. The twinks quickly changed places and the blonde began fucking Rob’s cum lubed hole through the tighty whiteys. The dark haired guy was hard again and urged his partner to hurry up because he wanted to fuck Rob’s ass another time. The blond took a little longer than his buddy but soon added his load to Rob’s ass as well. When the dark haired guy came around to the rear he grabbed Rob’s briefs and tore the hole larger to expose Rob’s entire ass. A couple of quick slaps to Rob’s ass later and he was driving his cock home. The blonde in the meantime was slapping Rob’s face with his flaccid cock. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue jock boy,” he demanded. He then slapped Rob’s tongue with his slimy cock. This action caused the remnants of cum and ass juices to splash Rob’s face. Being as young as he was, the blonde quickly recovered from his fuck and was rock hard again and began skull fucking Rob. When the dark haired twink came the second time, the pair of twinks switched places. “You gave him two loads so I need to do the same,” the blond said as he pressed his long cock balls deep into Rob. He was slow and deliberate this time making sure that Rob felt every inch and that the camera man got some great slow motion shots of the monster cock fucking Rob's ass. He finished his second fuck and moved to push his partner out of the way so Rob could clean his cock. With that, the pair grabbed their white briefs from the floor. Instead of putting them on however, they shoved one pair in Rob’s mouth and placed the other over his head. The cameraman gave them a thumbs up and stopped filming. “Thanks guys, that’s a wrap.” The two redressed and left the room with the camera man. Rob thought he was done until he felt another cock pressing at his ass opening. “That scene was hot,” Tanner said. “I think I need a little relief before I put you back in your cage.” He reached over to secure the white briefs in Rob’s mouth with his hand and then fucked Rob doggy-style for 20 minutes. Afterward he pushed Rob into his cage and locked the door. The 5 loads up Rob’s ass started to dribble out onto his fleece pet bed. “Rest up cum slut, there is a party tonight for you to work.” “It’s jockstrap night; I’m not sure which station you’ll be at, but I’m sure Nick will make the decision based on the feedback he got from the last party.”

Was horny as fuck Saturday AM, this trucker hit me up on GROWLr said he was coming through kcmo and wanted to fuck. Was into hairy bear (that’s me). We chatted. I sent him ass Picts and then agreeed I would meet him and fuck in his sleeper truck. Got cleaned up and went to meet. My heart was racing. I had never done anything like this. Parked in front of his truck and climbed in the passenger side. He was sexy as fuck. Nice 9.5 thick cock. I stripped, sucked him for a bit while he fingered my hole and then I got on all fours and he proceeded to use my hole for his pleasure. Thank god I had poppers. He fucked me for a good 20 min and then I could hear his breathing pick up and I knew I was I’m for a huge load. He grabbed my hips and had one last thrust and bred my ass good.

Steamworks Toronto - Fri., May 18/18 Hey, Rawbros! Yesterday I did have a lot of fun over the many hours I was at Steamworks Toronto for a regular Friday night. Steamworks didn't have a special themed night either. The first cumloads were provided by big cocks of men of colour. I came upon a guy fucking another guy in a corner. This younger man of colour began to pinch and tweek my nipples. That gets my cock hard instantly. I sucked on his nipples, he was stroking his cock. He said that he was about to cum so I crouched down to get his load. He started to cum a lot and my right arm caught many cum shots. He cupped his cock and balls stopping me from sucking his cock but I managed to lick up the cum blasts left on my arm. YUM #1. The second younger man of colour asked me to suck his nipples in a dark room. I got a few licks of his huge cock. He too said he was about to cum. I put his exploding cock in my mouth. Wow, what a huge, hot, tasty load! He told me he was on PreP, I said I was too. I told him about the Club120 bb parties. He told me he was very interested in attending. I hope to see him there. YUM #2. I did meet up with the younger guy from last Friday. Like I said, he's really into daddies. We played with each other so much I got to fuck and seed his boycunt again. He took me into a tall darker booth. We kissed, licked each other's nipples, sucked each other's cocks. He loves to be rimmed. He asked for my daddy load again. Who'd refuse that? I came up his boycunt with my 5-day load. He said he could feel me cumming in him. He did confide in me that last Friday's load in him was his ONLY load and it was special. Wow, what a compliment! I knelt down to receive his hot boyload in my mouth. YUM #3. I'm quite happy by last night's bb sex! Thanks for reading this post!

Part 60 - Reunion Ric woke up next to Marty and Zac. His stiff morning cock was pressing at the entrance to Marty’s hole and he wanted to thrust in and fuck Marty like he had done numerous times before. He decided instead to get up and save his load in case he could hookup with Spencer again and help make sure that he joined the club. He wandered over and grabbed his phone and took a look. Six unread text messages. He had one from his mom asking if he was ok. One from Ethan asking where he was from yesterday afternoon. One from Jason wanting to fuck sometime Saturday. One from Alex and two from Dave. Ric’s cock twitched and he heart started beating faster. He opened the chat from Dave and read: “7:58 PM: hey. good to hear from u. busy tonite, meet tomorrow? U at reg pool or jock pool?” “1:13 AM: just tagged a swim coach at bar. said he got fucked earlier. guy he described sounded like u” Ric laughed and decided that he wasn’t going to be the sole breeder of Spencer. If it was going to be someone else, Dave was probably a good person to share the deed with. He played a few games on his phone while the other guys slept. They looked exhausted when he came back to the room the night before after their tag team of the other swimmers. At 7 AM, he woke the guys up and they all got showered and dressed. They got down to the breakfast area later than they were supposed to and the coach was none too happy. “Where the heck have you guys been? You look terrible. Did you guys get any sleep? You better not have been drinking.” the coach barked. All he got was three groans. Ric and the other three swimmers looked well rested and ready for the second day of camp. After a quick breakfast they piled into the van and went over to the university pool. Ric hadn’t paid attention to where they went the day before but today he was keen to make sure he knew what building they were in. They pulled into the parking lot and the coach parked the van. The team went back into the building, with Shane, Marty and Zac all dragging behind. Ric had a large duffel bag over his shoulder and a smaller one in his right hand. As they got closer Ric saw in big letters on the side of the building “Thomas Shelton Memorial Athletic Center.” He repeated it over and over to himself as they walked inside and to the locker room. The team dressed for the days activities and once again, Ric went to his spot from the day before, book in hand. He hadn’t even read one page from the book so far, it was there just in case he got bored. He looked around and saw another team arrive with the coach hassling two of the swimmers who looked as tired as Shane, Marty and Zac did. He looked closer and it was the two guys that his roommates had brought back and then kicked Ric out. Ric waited until 9:30AM and started sending replies to the text messages he had missed. First was to Dave: “hi. sry i missed ur msg last nite. at thomas shelton athletic center. be here all day, at hotel after 5” The next went to Jason: “with swim team at camp out of town. be back tomorrow nite” He read the message from Alex: “8:01 PM: finally got tested. neg. guess it was reg flu. wtf?” Ric chuckled and said to himself “I guess I’m not as good as I thought.” He typed out a reply: “sry i didnt reply last nite. out of town. we need to try harder. need to breed u every day til it happens ;)” He sat back and watched the new exercises that the guys were going through. He scoped out all of his favorite guys from the day before. A couple of the college swimmers weren’t there and he decided he really was into guys four or five years older than him. He watched as the swimmers all started practicing their starting dives. They would dive and a college swimmer or coach would show them what to improve. It was a little hypnotic and when he felt a hand on his shoulder he almost jumped out of his skin. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you” said Joe. Ric got a big grin on his face as he turned around and saw Dave standing there. “Dave! Its fuckin’ great to see you again” Ric said as he moved closer and hugged him. Ric really wanted to kiss him, but decided that would be a bad idea, possibly for both of them. He stepped back and saw him standing there in a tank top and sweat pants. He would have preferred him naked, but that wasn’t going to happen. They sat down and started to chat. Catching up on things that had happened since they last saw each other at Ric’s club initiation. Ric told him about how he got the entire swim team pozzed, half by himself and then as a group effort with the other guys. He told him about his dad and what a poz slut he had become. After about the tenth time Ric called him Dave, Joe stopped Ric and said “There’s something I need to tell you.” Ric’s heart sank. He figured that Dave was about to tell him to stop contacting him and move on. He almost started to cry, but said “Yeah?” “Dave is my escorting name. We’re kinda past that. My real name is Joe. I consider you one of my friends, Ric. We may not see each other all the time, but we’re connected. You’re almost like my little brother” Joe said. “Oh, OK” Ric said, with a tear running down his cheek. Joe smiled and wiped the tear off and asked “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I just never could figure out where I stood with you. Was I just a client or was there more?” Ric said. “Yeah, we met with you being a client. But it evolved. As I said, I consider us friends. Friends that sometimes fuck. I do have a boyfriend, so thats probably as far as its going to go. I hope that’s OK?” “Yeah, thats cool” Ric replied and a big smile slowly formed on his face. They talked some more and then Ric asked “Your message said that you hooked up with a coach last night?” “Haha. Theres a gay club I go to by my apartment and this guy I hadn’t seen before was on the dance floor. My boyfriend and I hit on him and eventually I took him into the back room to fuck him. When he went to blow me, he saw the scorpion tat and said “what the fuck? is everyone poz here.” I asked why and he said a guy from one of the swim teams had fucked him earlier and was poz too. I told him I knew one guy that was in town for the swim event and asked him to describe the guy that did him. It sounded like you” Joe said. “Do you know his name?” Ric asked. Joe laughed. “With hookups like that I don’t get names or numbers, especially if they’re from out of town. Maybe a grunt or a thank you.” “Ah, yeah. I haven’t done anything like that, yet. I can’t get into bars. Just a bookstore a couple times” Ric said. Joe smiled, happy that Ric tried more bookstore sex after the attempt at their first meeting. Ric looked around and tried to find Spencer in the crowd of swimmers and coaches. Once he spotted him, Ric pointed the guy out and asked if that was him. Joe laughed again and said “Yep.” “You know, he used to chase but gave it up. He kinda freaked when he saw my biohazard tat. But he gave in and let me breed him. I thought he was a great fuck” Ric said. “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that. Mine was a quickie against the bathroom wall, but yeah he was a good fuck. Great ass muscles” said Joe. Ric laughed. He had never compared notes on how good a bottom was with another top guy. Joe’s phone buzzed and he checked the message. Joe chuckled and typed back a reply. “I hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to have a visitor in a few minutes” Joe told Ric. “Oh? Who?” asked Ric. “You get to meet my boyfriend Kyle. He left his keys at home and can’t get in. I have the car keys with the other set.” Joe explained. “Uh, I don’t know. Is he gonna be jealous that we’re meeting?” asked Ric. “Nah. We’re very open. He lets me escort and fuck on the side and I let him fuck others too. We need each other though and that’s what makes it work.” “Cool. I hope I can find a relationship like that” Ric said as Spencer waved at him. They talked a few more minutes and Kyle walked up. “So this is the guy you were telling me about?” Kyle asked Joe. “Yeah. Ric this is Kyle. Kyle, Ric” Joe said. “You skipped the part about him being drop dead gorgeous” Kyle said as he put out his hand. Ric stood up and clasped Kyle’s hand pulling it into a bro-hug. “So, you’re one of Joe’s victims, huh?” Kyle said as he sat down next to Joe. “I guess you could say that” Ric said, a little embarrassed. “It’s a special gift that needs to be shared. Nothing to be ashamed about, its a badge of honor” Kyle said, sensing Ric’s uneasiness. Ric chuckled “Oh, I’ve been sharing.” “I was just about to show Ric around the building. You want to join us?” Joe asked Kyle. “Sure, sounds like fun” Kyle replied. The three got up and headed past some double doors. “This end of the building is aquatic stuff. There’s three pools total, one for diving, one for races and one training pool. In the middle is where I used to spend my time when I was on the wrestling team” Joe said. “You were a wrestler? Fuck I bet you looked sexy on the mat” Ric said. Kyle and Joe both laughed. “Yeah, nothing like flopping around with a sweaty guy trying to find out who’s gonna be on top” Joe said. As they walked around they kept running into college athletes. Many would let out a casual “Hey, Joe” and some would come over and give Joe a hug. More than a few mentioned that they missed seeing him around. Joe showed Ric the workout room. There seemed to be a permanent scent of sweat and testosterone in the room and Ric saw row after row of top notch equipment. It was nothing like the workout room at the hotel or even his school. Over a dozen guys were working out on various machines. Some were obviously football players, others could be soccer players, gymnasts, and runners. They walked past a few conference rooms and Ric looked a bit confused. “Believe it or not, athletes have a lot of meetings. We go over matches or games to see what we can do better or see what the competition is like. There’s strategy and the good athletes know how to think as well as pin their opponent” Joe explained. They turned a corner and almost ran into a guy jogging down the hall towards the locker room. Ric gasped when he saw the black swimmer from the day before. The guy stopped dead in front of them “Joe! How the fuck are you? Long time.” “Hey Marcus. Doin great. How about you?” Joe said. “Good…good. Hey Kyle. You still got this guy on a leash?” Marcus asked while giving Joe an extended hug. “Yeah, but he keeps breaking free” Kyle replied with a laugh. Marcus moved over and gave Kyle a quick hug and then asked “Who’s this hottie with you?” “This is Ric. He’s visiting and helping out one of the teams for your swim camp” Joe replied. “Rawr. He doesn’t look like a swimmer but he’s damn fine. If he’s a friend of yours he must be family, then” Marcus said running his finger down Ric’s chest. “Yeah he is, but back off. Your cute little ass couldn’t handle him. He’d rip you in two” Joe said semi-seriously. Marcus had moved behind Ric, his chest against Ric’s back and he ran his full hand down Ric’s chest, abs and then grabbed his cock and balls through Ric’s jeans. “Oh, yeah. I bet he’s lots of fun” Marcus said, breathing on Ric’s neck. Marcus was a little shorter than Ric but all of Ric’s observations the day before seemed to be pretty accurate. Even in street clothes he had a sizable bulge, a hot butt and perfect, unblemished chocolate skin covered his toned and taut muscles. “I’d love to stick around, but I’m already late” Marcus said as he released Ric and took off. “You know him?” Ric asked. “Oh yeah. We haven’t fucked in a year or so but we used to do it a lot after workouts” Joe said. “Shit. I bet that was hot” Ric said. “You like him?” Kyle asked. “He was one of the guys that I was watching yesterday. I didn’t know if he was gay or not, but he’s definitely sexy” Ric said. Joe pulled out his phone and thumbed through his address book and then tapped out a message. “152, right?” Ric looked at him confused and then realized he meant his room number at the hotel. “Yeah.” “Now he knows. Maybe you’ll get room service” Joe said with a laugh. He led Ric around showing a few more areas of the building and then circled back. “I saved the best for last” Joe said as they went through some doors into what was the wrestling area. “The team is at a match in Kansas this weekend, so no wrestlers are around for you to try and tap” he said as he took them into another smaller room with more mats. They kept walking through the darkened rooms, with just a few dim lights on to prevent the room being in complete darkness. Joe opened a door to the side and went in. It was a half empty storage room that contained some boxes and a rolled up wrestling mat. The floor was cushy and Ric looked down to see a section of wrestling mat on the floor. The door slammed shut and then there was the click of a lock. Suddenly Joe had him pinned against the wall, his hand unbuttoning RIc’s jeans followed by his lips on Ric’s, kissing him. Ric felt awkward with Kyle standing there watching Joe kiss him but then Kyle pulled off his shirt and said “What’s it gonna be, poz boy? Top, bottom or both?” Joe stepped back and yanked Ric’s shirt over his head and unzipped the jeans, tugging them to the floor. Ric took the hint and pushed his shoes off and then pushed his trunks down, stepping out of his jeans and standing there naked. Kyle was next to be undressed and Joe was scrambling to get his clothes off too. “So?” asked Joe. Ric’s mind raced. He had spent most of his time lately topping and desperately wanted to feel Joe’s cock in him again. But he also wanted to fuck. Kyle was really cute and he thought it would be hot to fuck him in front of Joe. “Everything!” Ric blurted out. Joe and Kyle moved in, sharing kisses and gropes. Three stiff cocks were doing a sword fight while hands roamed over bodies that were beginning to sweat in the still air of the storage room. Joe pulled Ric away from the wall and Kyle moved around behind Ric. Kyle kissed Ric’s neck and then started to suck really hard, leaving a very visible hickey. “Joe marked your insides, I get the outside” he said with a chuckle. Joe moved down Ric’s front side and Kyle did the same with the back. Ric gasped as Joe deep throated his cock and Kyle dug his tongue into his tight, hairy hole. He had remembered Dave, er, Joe knew how to suck his cock, but it had been months since it had happened and none of the guys that had sucked him recently came close to being as good. Joe was, after all, a professional. Ric’s cock was dripping precum into Joe’s mouth and throat. It seemed every time Kyle forced a pair of fingers deep in his ass, Joe would take his entire shaft into his throat and massage it. Ric’s senses were overloaded. His cock was ready to plow into a greedy ass and at the same time his ass was ready for a bare, poz cock. Joe grasped his balls and squeezed while tugging them down. Ric started to whimper as he struggled to not shoot his load down Joe’s throat. Joe could sense that Ric was close and slowly pulled off of RIc’s cock and tapped Kyle’s leg, letting him know it was time to switch it up. Suddenly, Ric’s cock was now poking out into the air and his ass was empty. Joe made sure that he wasn’t like that long. He turned Ric around and bent him over to Kyle’s waiting cock. Ric started to swallow Kyle’s cock but then Kyle shoved it into his mouth and down his throat. He struggled a bit until he got into the rhythm of Kyle fucking his throat. It lasted only a few seconds when he felt Joe spit on his hole and then shove his cock deep into his pussy. Ric tried to scream out, but Kyle’s cock was filling his mouth. Joe let Ric get used to having his cock inside his ass for a few moments and then started to fuck. After the brutal penetrations, Joe and Kyle’s fucking tamed down. It was still a hard spitroast, but much more enjoyable. Ric was surprised as his lips, then tongue felt a row of little bars on the bottom of Kyle’s cock. He kept flicking his tongue over them and they really turned him on. He thought they were going to feel really good when Kyle swapped with Joe and fucked his ass, but for now he was feeling Joe thrusting in deep. His fuck was similar to how Joe fucked him right before his dad showed up on that fateful weekend. Each thrust was strong and purposeful, the way he liked it, not like how some of the guys assumed they should fuck him since he was younger. Joe and Kyle started to fuck harder into each end and Ric tried to massage both of their cocks with his throat and ass. It got to a point, though, that Ric couldn’t keep up and he became just a pair of holes for them to use. Kyle pulled Ric on to his cock and held him firm while Joe pulled out and then rammed in. Ric didn’t think Kyle’s cock could go any deeper into his throat, but he was wrong. Kyle pushed him back, letting him breathe for a second and then pulled him back on to his cock. Joe shoved his cock in and Ric could feel the pulses. More of Joe’s precious poz seed was filling his guts and he loved the feeling. His ass was sore from the pounding and he was sure that the piercing added to the soreness. Joe was bear hugging Ric from behind while his balls emptied their infectious contents. Ric savored the closeness of Joe’s sweaty body on his back. Kyle had pulled out as Joe bred Ric and then watched the two become one for a few moments. Joe kissed the back of Ric’s neck and then stood up, pulling his cock from the swollen pussy. Cum dripped out of the gaping hole, running down Ric’s balls and legs. Kyle scooped some up it up with his cock and slid easily into Ric’s ass. Joe moved around and presented his cock to Ric, who licked off the tip before opening his mouth to let Joe push his cock in deeper. Joe slowly inched his cock in, making sure that Ric had licked all of the cum and ass juices off the shaft before giving him more. When his pubes were against Ric’s face, he pulled back out and let Ric lick off his balls and pubes. Kyle was drilling into the cum filled hole and would moan louder when Ric squeezed his pucker around his cock. Ric loved the sensations of each bar piercing under Kyle’s cock rippling through his hole. By now, the feeling of the PA was a pleasant enhancement to a fuck. The ladder piercing was new and really enhanced it even more. Once Rick had finished cleaning Joe’s cock and balls Joe pulled away. Ric wanted to suck his cock more while Kyle fucked him, but Joe had a different idea. Kyle pulled out and Joe got on his knees and bent over the rolled up wrestling mat. Ric looked at him and then realized what Joe was thinking. He got on his knees and spit on Joe’s hole and then moved in and mounted him. Kyle followed along and once Ric was planted deep inside Joe, he thrust back into Ric. Ric had never been in the middle of a three way. He almost always was the one at the back or in front getting sucked. It took him a few tries to get it working right, but once he started fucking Joe and then back into Kyle he loved it. Ric fucked faster and faster into Joe, and that meant that he was also fucking himself faster onto Kyle’s cock. He controlled the pace - faster then slower, a hard slam followed by a quick backward shove and then even firm thrusts. He heard grunts from both directions as Joe took his cock in all the way and then Kyle’s cock impaled Ric’s ass. The tingling in his balls signaled the impending rush of cum, so Ric thrust in hard a few times and then grabbed Joe’s shoulders, pulling him in as far as he could. Kyle immediately knew what was happening and shoved in hard too, pressing Ric firmly against Joe. Ric’s cock erupted, shooting his own poisonous recipe into Joe’s poz ass. The orgasm caused Ric’s hole to milk Kyle’s cock which only needed a little encouragement to release his own poz brew into Ric’s young ass. Ric and Kyle both were yelping as each spurt shot out, waves of pleasure rushing through their bodies. The shots faded away and the three were laying there recovering when Ric said “Oh my god that was fucking awesome.” Joe and Kyle both concurred, saying “oooh, yeah.” Kyle pulled out and then sat down against the rolled mat and Ric did the same. The three sat there for a few moments until Kyle said “I’m surprised you came here, Joe, since this is the room you got busted in.” “Yeah, it may have some bad memories, but a lot of good ones too. I just need to find someone to poz in here and it will be complete” Joe said with a laugh.

Hey there my sexy pup, I really love the Dad-son relationship direction you have taken your story. Really appeals to my sincere love of incest Especially between a father and his son. Then throwing the uncle in there as well is an especially nice touch. A family who fucks together stays together I always say LOL I must admit though, that no matter what direction you would have taken this story I'm sure I would have loved it. As a fan of you Pup, ?You've had me hooked from the beginning ? so I'm on for the ride no matter what Dark Twisted road that beautiful deviant mind of yours might take us down.❤ LOL. you keep my cock rigid with every word and That's what I'm looking for. LOL. It seems to me that was the reported reaction from most all of your readers until, I believe it was chapter 15, where you presented a couple of potential storylines and then asked your readers for their thoughts and advice on which storyline 2 pursue. I see some of the guys got pretty liberal with their negative comments, And a couple even sounded a bit indignant that you would even entertain the idea the dad might sell his son into the underground world of sexual slavery. I honestly found it a bit amusing that in the fiction/fantasy section of a site of this nature, members are suggesting that you put a limit on just how far you allow your imagination to delve into the dark side haha. This is your story, your fantasy and you can take it any damn Direction you want to son. You got a knack for this style of writing for sure, and I'm just happy as fuck that you are putting it out there for all the rest of us pervy taboo loving Twisted horny fuckers to enjoy. Haha you will always be my number one favorite writer. ? keep on writing just the way you want and I'll keep jerking to every word. ? you're the best. Hugs Jay Anthony

Part 16 Rob slowly opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was. The small room didn’t look like the back room of the leather store. The last he remembered, he was bound to a fuck bench in a jock strap while being photographed. Similar to when he was on the fuck bench, he couldn’t move. However, he now was sitting up at an angle and there was some sort of gag in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the object in his mouth he realized it was a penis gag from the shape. What was the same to him was that he still felt incredibly horny and he could feel his hard cock throbbing. As his vision cleared, he could see himself in a large mirror. He was bound in some kind of chair. The chair looked like a cross between a barber’s chair and some kind of gynecologist exam table. His spread legs were slightly elevated and bound to some sort of stirrup support. From the angle he was bound, he could actually see his asshole in the mirror. His pink hairless hole looked and felt wet. He also noticed that the red jock strap was gone and he was completely naked. Rob was dumbfounded; he didn’t remember this set up at the photo shoot at all. It seemed like he wasn’t even in the leather store anymore. Once he gained more of his senses, he also noticed the large video screen in front of him that was playing some sort of porn. He wondered where Nick and the photographer Tony had disappeared to and why they had left him alone like this. He tested his bonds but they were too tight, he even had limited movement of his head. Once he gained full consciousness all he could really do was stare at the porn on the screen in front of him. While watching the porn on the screen he came to the realization that he recognized the setting. Although the video was just composed of a series of clips, he could tell it was from the gangbang party from the other night. He caught glimpses of some of the bottoms he had used such as the ginger and the Asian. There was a short clip of Cody fucking the blonde at the fuck racing station, one of a bottom sucking Jesse’s pierced cock and even one of a bottom being pissed fucked. That muscle Viking Dolf was also featured in the video, including a 2 minute long clip of his scorpion tattooed cock pumping in and out of some hole. Rob even believed that he caught a glimpse or two of himself in some of the crowd scenes. The tape was playing on a loop so when he saw some of the same scenes playing over and over his ego took over. “Why aren’t I featured in this video,” he thought. “I did a great job fucking that night.” Rob was brought back to reality by the sound of a door opening and closing. With that sound, three people entered and stood in front of him. Two of the men were big muscular bears dressed in full leather that he did not recognize, but the third man was Nick. “Well, well look who is back to reality,” Nick sarcastically remarked. “How are you enjoying the accommodations?” he laughed. Rob struggled against his bonds and tried to speak but to no avail. Nick reached over and gave Rob’s hard cock a little slap. “It looks like you are happy to see us and are enjoying the show on the screen.” Nick then held up a remote and clicked it. “Let me show something else that I think you’ll like.” The video on the screen changed and Rob’s image appeared. The video showed a couple of still shots of him that must have been taken at the party and then moved to action clips. Although he still didn’t understand why he was bound to the chair and being forced to watch the video, his first thought was actually “I guess they realized I am a star performer and deserved my own exclusive video; the clips are actually quite flattering and hot.” The video clips showed him fucking and degrading the bottoms during the party. Included were audio snippets of his voice barking instructions and making derogatory comments to the bottoms. Then words stared flashing sporadically with the clips. TOTAL TOP DOMINANT AGGRESSIVE RAW POWER ALWAYS IN CONTROL Rob loved the video and his cock started dripping pre-cum as he re-lived his experiences at the party through watching the video. But then a couple of confusing phrases popped up and lingered on the screen. ALL THINGS COME TO AN END TIME FOR A CHANGE Finally a clip appeared that showed Dolf grabbing Rob’s ass and winking at the camera followed by the hashtag: #TURNTHETOP It took Rob a minute or two but he suddenly understood the implication and started struggling again and yelling into the penis gag. Nick gave an evil laugh, “I see you are excited to get started with your featured performance tonight.” Rob desperately tried to shake his head NO, but his restraints kept him from really rotating his head from side to side. Nick continued, “This is what you wanted whore; just look at the evidence.” “First there is that throbbing cock of yours; it is actually dripping pre-cum.” Rob glanced down toward his cock and saw Nick was right. He didn’t understand why he was so hard right now, but for some reason his cock just wouldn’t go down. “Next there is the little matter of these,” Nick said as he pulled a prescription drug bottle out of his pocket and shook it in front of Rob’s face. “You have been so adamant that you were a total Top and didn’t therefore need to worry about HIV.” “Even though that may be a misguided belief, you were very vocal in expressing it.” “So if that’s the case, why would you be taking PReP; must be that you were planning on getting fucked raw.” “From the date of the prescription on the bottle it looks like you have been taking these regularly for a long time, so by conjecture you must have really wanted to take cock for at least as long.” With that final statement, Nick shook the pill bottle one more time and tossed it into a nearby trash can. Rob’s eyes were popping out of his head. He didn’t understand how Nick could have his prescription bottle and if he knew about the PReP, what else did he know? Nick then held up a stack of papers “Most importantly however my little cum dump wannabe, there is the matter of all these waivers, consent forms and contracts you signed.” “Here let me read you something from this one.” Nick flipped the pages on one of the documents and began reading. “Quote < I urgently realize my true desires and respectfully request that I am trained and transformed into a cock craving cum dump bottom using any and all means deemed necessary to achieve that status > Unquote”. “Is that not your name and signature at the bottom of this contract,” Nick asked Rob as he flashed the contract in Rob’s face. Nick continued, “Look at your quivering pink virginal hole, it’s just begging to be used.” He then stuck his index finger against Rob’s hole and pushed it in. Rob felt a strong burning sensation with the intrusion. As Nick removed his finger, Rob started feeling a desire he had never experienced before. His hole began twitching and Rob felt a need for something in his ass. “Oh, by the way, I have band for you to wear tonight” “I know you were concerned about not getting enough action since you couldn’t wear that guest band you had previously.” Nick raised his hand and dangled a pink woven bracelet and then placed it on Rob’s ankle. The sound of a loud bell penetrated the walls of the room. Rob recognized that sound from the party on Friday night. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Rob watched the two bears place leather executioner’s masks over their heads. Nick casually walked up to Rob’s side and leaned in to say, ”Let me use a phrase that you are very familiar with; time to make you compliant.” With that Nick quickly wrapped a tourniquet over Rob’s bicep and administered a strong slam of meth. When Nick removed the tourniquet and Rob started to cough, the penis gag was removed. Rob was flying; every little touch made him hornier. The leather bears removed his bonds and lifted him to his feet. Rob felt like he was floating and ready for anything. Nick followed the two bears as they half carried Rob to the party in the adjacent room. The packed crowd cheered as Rob was led into the room toward the platform in the center. He had a hard time with the steps, so the leather men had to carry him up the stairs by his arms. They then lifted him into the awaiting sling and strapped his arms and legs in place. Rob tried to scan the crowd for someone that would help him out of his predicament but it appeared everyone was laughing and having a good time; they all seemed very happy to see him so vulnerable. Nick walked to the top of the stage and raised his arms in a movement to quiet the crowd. “Fellow Pigs and Gentlemen, as promised we have delivered to you a Top that has realized his true calling as a cum dump bottom.” “Before we begin the festivities of breaking the new pig in, there is the matter of the online auction for the right to take his cherry.” Nick turned and started rubbing his fingers around Rob’s hole. He pressed a few times to show how the hole resisted and bounced back from the pressure. The action was shown in close up detail on the surrounding video screens. In fact, Rob himself had a clear view of the action as well since there was a video screen directly over his head pointing at his face. Not only was he going to feel it when he was fucked by his very first cock, he was going to be able to have a close up view of it live on the screen above his head. The placement of that screen was a strategic move by the party organizers. They had found that a virgin bottom would tend to clench tight as he saw a cock near his hole. It only made the entry feel that much better for the Top fucking him. “The winner has been notified and I’d ask that he now take the stage to pop this cherry.” There was some clapping and rustling in the crowd. Rob could see a figure approaching the stage but with his blurred vision he really couldn’t tell who it was until the guy was standing at his head and slapping a hard cock on his face. It was Cody! “Happy to see me slut?” "I knew from the night I met you I was going to take your cherry; even if it did cost me a month’s salary.“ Rob started to shake his head. This can’t be happening he thought; he was being betrayed by two people he had grown to like and trust; first Nick and now Cody. Cody stuck his cock in Rob’s mouth “Show me that you’ve gotten better at sucking cock.” As Cody slowly pumped his cock in and out of Rob’s mouth he felt no resistance; Rob was flying too high to even think of anything else and he hungrily sucked Cody’s cock like he was nursing on a bottle. “Who’s the apprentice now pig?” “By the end of the night you’ll earn your gold medal as a cum dump!” Rob sucked as hard as he could, trying to work a load out of Cody. “I see what you are doing pig, but it’s not going to work, my load is going in your ass.” Cody pulled his cock out of Rob’s mouth and said “Speaking of which…” He slapped his cock hard against Rob’s face and then walked back to the awaiting ass. “Look at the screen bitch,” Cody snarled as his stuck two fingers up Rob’s ass. “See how my fingers are working your ass and getting it ready for my cock!” Rob couldn’t believe the feeling; there was pain and pleasure. The feeling of Cody’s fingers up his ass was driving his hormones wild and watching the action on the screen as it happened was a surreal experience. Cody then lined his cock up at the pink cherry hole and yelled up at Rob “Are you ready asshole; I going to fuck you in the style you seem to enjoy most.” Cody reared back and thrusted his cock balls deep into Rob’s ass in one motion. As he did, he shouted one word. “HARD.” Rob howled and the crowded cheered. As seemed to be the tradition at these parties, the crowd started chanting “Fuck Him –Fuck Him”. Cody fucked at a steady pace for the most part; he rocked the sling for leverage making sure he did his best to make Rob feel each and every deep thrust. He’d occasionally thrust to the side to get a reaction from Rob. Rob was moaning but couldn’t say much after his initial howl because the two bears that had escorted him to the stage were busy using his mouth and throat. Actually it has more like using his whole face. While one was pumping his fat hairy cock down Rob’s throat, the other would be cock-slapping his face or poking his wet cock in Rob’s ear. Cody fucked Rob for nearly a half an hour and then raised one finger to the crowd, then two fingers and finally three. With one final thrust he shot his load in Rob’s now deflowered hole. After Cody pulled his cock out of Rob’s ass, he stuck in three fingers and fished out some of his newly deposited seed. He moved to Rob’s face and rubbed his dripping fingers over Rob’s mouth and face and then stuck his slimy cock in Rob’s mouth. “Clean it bitch,” he demanded. As Rob was sucking off the cum and ass juices from Cody’s cock, Cody yelled out to the crowd, “Whoever is next please step up and plow away.”

Part 15 It was almost noon when Rob woke up on Sunday. He didn’t remember what time he got back to the hotel. He and Cody had used 3 other bottoms after Dylan had left. One of the sluts they used was so loose and tweaked when he arrived, that they ended up double fucking his gaping ass and sending him on his way, but the other two were used for longer periods of time. Cody was becoming Rob’s New Orleans BFF. He was sure they would get together more during the week. He was also sure that at some point he was going to plow Cody’s muscular ass. Rob dragged himself out of bed and threw on some gym clothes. He wanted to get pumped up so he looked good in his photo shoot later that afternoon. Today’s workout would have to be quick he thought because he only had a couple of hours before he had to meet Nick at the leather store. By the time Rob had worked out, showered and was ready to leave the hotel it was almost 2 p.m. He stopped by a bar serving alcohol to the street and grabbed a quick beer to go as he made his way down Bourbon street. He did have a little time to kill before he needed to be at the leather store so he figured he’d get some quick action somewhere and then head over. He really didn’t have much time to go through the usual process of trying to hook up via one of the apps on his phone, so he hoped someone was available now and close by. As he opened up the phone apps to search, an idea hit him. “That video arcade is close,” he remembered, “I bet there is some cock sucker just waiting for cock there; I’ll be able to get my rocks off quickly and still make it to the store in time since it’s so close.” The decision was made and he made his way to the arcade he had visited earlier on this trip. The arcade had several guys walking the halls between the booths looking for action. “Ahhh…. Choices,” Rob murmured to himself as he entered the video area. It wasn’t long before he made his choice and locked eyes with muscular guy in a tank top and running shorts. The guy noticed Rob and immediately entered a booth, pausing only briefly to make sure Rob would follow. By the time Rob entered the booth and locked the door, the muscle bottom was already naked and on his knees. “Wrap those cock-sucker lips around my cock and start serving your Master you cock slut,” Rob demanded. The cocksucker did as he was told and treated Rob to an excellent blow job. The guy knew how to suck cock and there wasn’t even a hint of teeth as Rob pumped in and out of the willing mouth. The guy paused only briefly to take a big hit of poppers and then went back to work. Rob grabbed the popper bottle and took a hit himself. The mouth was amazing Rob thought. What made it even better was the fact that the cocksucker didn’t have a gag reflex and somehow was able to massage Rob’s cock with the walls of his throat when Rob was all the way in and resting his balls on the guy's chin. “You’re doing a great job slut, but it’s now time for you to give me that muscle ass.” “Stand up and bend over the seat.” The bottom did as he was ordered and Rob began fingering the muscular ass. Rob handed the poppers back to the bottom and told him to take a big hit and get ready. The hole was really tight Rob thought. Even with his saliva coated cock, the hole was going to need some more lube. Rob of course wasn’t concerned about the bottom; he was thinking more that he didn’t want his cock chafed. After all he had a big night of fucking in store tonight at the party. It was then he spied a few used condoms on the floor. He reached down and picked them up. After he had squeezed out all the cum to apply to his cock, he roughly fingered some more of it into the bottom’s ass and he pushed his cock head in. The bottom inhaled the poppers deeply and Rob continued his assault. The muscle ass just milked his cock so he kept things at a steady pace to just enjoy the feeling for a while. However the moment the bottom said “Fuck me with your big cock it feels so good,” something snapped in Rob’s head and he became suddenly aggressive and began to brutally drive his cock into the ass. He would drive it balls deep then pull completely out only to drive his weapon back in to the hilt. Over and over he kept up this assault pattern. The bottom’s head was driven into the back wall of the booth with a loud thump and he began to whimper from the force of the fuck. Finally Rob shot his load deep up the muscle bottom’s ass. When he pulled out he grabbed the bottom by the hair and forced him to clean the cum, ass slime and blood off his cock. “Every drop, pig!” exclaimed Rob. “I want my cock squeaky clean before I leave.” Satisfied that his cock was clean, Rob zipped up and left the booth. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was time to head over to the leather store for his photo shoot. Rob entered the leather store and was immediately greeted by Jerry the clerk. “Hi, welcome back, what can I help you with sexy stud?” Rob just rolled his eyes. He certainly hoped that Jerry wasn’t going to be involved with the photo shoot. He felt a chill just thinking about the old queen sucking on his cock. “I am here to see Nick, he should be expecting me.” Jerry started smiling and shook his head in acknowledgement, “Oh I see, Master Nick is in the back, let me call him.” Jerry picked up the phone and called Nick. “He’ll be right up, feel free to browse around and if you have any questions I’d be happy to help.” Rob just shook his head and walked over to look at some slave collar and leashes. As was usually the case, Nick came up behind him and surprised him. This time he patted Rob’s ass as he greeted him. “Rob, glad you made it; come with me to the back I have a photographer ready.” Rob smiled and replied, “Your employee Jerry isn’t going to be part of this is he; he kind of creeps me out.” Nick laughed, “Definitely not, we will even lock the door so we aren’t disturbed.” “You really should give Jerry a chance though, he’s a nice guy and means well; Besides, I hear he has a really long cock that can be lots of fun.” Rob gave Nick a look like he was in shock hearing this, “Nick you know I only Top so I really don’t care what he is packing.” Rob followed Nick to the back and was amazed at all the lights set up for the photo shoot. He thought “Wow this is really legit.” Nick introduced Rob to Tony the photographer and then led Rob over to a desk. “Before we start I have some paperwork I need to have you sign.” Nick grabbed a couple of thick document packets and then continued, “This first one is a release stating that we can use your photos and images for commercial purposes and you release us from any liability from using your pictures etc.” That made sense to Rob, so he didn’t even bother reading it; he grabbed a pen from the desk and signed it. “This second one is a consent form related to use of the bondage equipment and gear.” “It basically says you agree to the use of the equipment etc. and are a willing participant.” “I told you before how our insurance company is all about liability and shit.” Again Rob didn’t bother reading anything, he trusted Nick. He was here after all to be photographed in gear so of course he agreed. He grabbed the pen and signed the second document. “Finally, this is a contract where you are agreeing to work for us and promote our products.” This time Rob signed the document before Nick could even finish his sentence. After he signed the final document he said, “I am all yours.” “Yes indeed, so let’s get started,” replied Nick. “Are you thirsty; you remember where the water fountain is, or today I brought in some beer for the shoot?” “I’ll take a beer, the taste of your water is something I am not used to,” replied Rob. Nick handed Rob a bottle of beer and Rob took a big swig. He turned the bottle and looked at the label. “I don’t recognize this brand it has a different taste; I like it.” Nick just smiled and replied “Yeah it’s a local microbrew; they add some local herbs and special ingredients.” “It’s very popular around here; we called it XG for short.” “XG?’” inquired Rob. “Yeah, it stands for X-tra Good.” What Nick didn’t tell Rob was that the beer was brewed with even higher levels of the herbs that were incorporated in the “fuck water”. Of course he had also added a little extra X, G and Viagra to the bottle before Rob arrived and had several more bottles ready to go for when Rob wanted another. “Nick, will there be a lot of people at the party tonight?” Nick nodded, “Yes we will be at full capacity.” “We actually have to open up the overflow area and bring in extra bottoms for tonight; we set up a gloryhole wall to keep people occupied between fucks.” Rob was excited and continued his questioning. ”What is so special about tonight that you will have so many people?” “Well we have a very special featured muscle bottom that the members are excited about,” replied Nick. “We actually are charging an extra fee for tonight’s party and have extended the hours so it lasts through tomorrow night.” “It’s a special 24 hour fuck fest.” “In fact it’s such a big event that we have had to limit attendance to ranking members only.” Rob got a worried look on his face, “Does that mean I can’t come as a guest?” “You can come Rob, I promised you that earlier and since I am one of the organizers I do have some pull,” chuckled Nick. “You won’t be able to wear that guest member arm band though and get the special privileges it provides like you did last time; I’ll see if we can get some other sort of band to help get you some action.” “Thanks Nick, you are the best and since I am on a vacation I can stay and play until it ends.” Nick nodded, “Yes you can, and in fact I am quite sure you’ll stay until the last load is shot.” “Ok, Rob let’s get you geared up and take some pictures,” Nick said as he handed Rob a full latex body suit to try it on. “There is some baby powder in the changing room, you may need that to get the suit on,” Nick informed. Rob took the suit, his half-finished beer and headed to change. While Rob was changing, Tony came up to Nick and said “I was dying when you were talking about the party; I could barely keep it in.” “The guy has a great body but he is truly as dumb as a rock.” Nick shook his head in agreement as they both quietly laughed. It took a while, but with the help of the baby powder Rob managed to finally get the suit on and returned to the room. He again was wowed when he saw himself in the mirrors. The suit clung tightly to every muscle and showed everything. “Looking good,” Nick said with a whistle. “Ok, so head over to those manacles and collar hanging from the brick wall over there.” Rob questioned the request “Do you really think a Top like me would be chained up like that?” Nick just sighed; he couldn’t wait for the drugs to take hold so Rob wouldn’t be so argumentative about everything. “Think of it like you are a gladiator chained in a dungeon before you go to battle.” Rob nodded and allowed Nick to manacle his arms and legs to the wall and attach the thick metal collar around his neck. Tony adjusted some lights and then came over to Rob and wiped off some lingering baby powder from the outside of the latex suit. Tony paid special attention to the crotch area and his rubbing helped Rob’s cock to harden. “Now give me a mean look like you are ready to fight,” requested Tony. Rob did his best sneer and Tony snapped a couple of photos. Nick then walked up with a popper mask. “Let’s try this,” he said as he placed the mask on Rob. The mask was fully loaded with poppers and Rob started to shake his head and complain. You really couldn’t understand what he was saying through the mask, but it was clear he wasn’t happy about the idea of being restrained and fed poppers. “Relax Rob, I’m sorry about the poppers, apparently whoever used it last forgot to clean it after they were done.” “Let us just capture the shot and we’ll take off the mask.” Tony took his time with the next couple of pictures so Rob was flying high on the poppers by the time they took the mask off. Instead of a look of anger on his face, he just had a goofy grin on his face. Apparently the G and X were now hitting his system as well. The Viagra was definitely working based on the way his cock was straining against the latex. Nick handed Rob a leather harness and pair of leather shorts with the ass exposed. “OK Rob, change into these for the next set-up; you can finish your beer while you are changing.” Rob chugged the rest of his beer and then changed into the leather outfit. The outfit certainly wasn’t as difficult to put on as the latex body suit, but there seemed to be something wrong with the snaps on the cod piece they didn’t seem to hold the thing on very well. In a party situation he probably wouldn’t worry about it since he probably wouldn't be wearing it but wasn’t sure about having his picture taken without the cod piece in place. All it would take is for his hard cock to press a little against it and the thing would probably pop off. At any rate he would just deal with it. He was feeling really sexy and horny right now anyway. Rob emerged from the changing area and was met by Nick with another beer in his out stretched hand. Rob gladly took the beer and was led to a bondage table. Nick adjusted the harness and requested Rob to hop up on the table and lay on his back. Rob obliged and was soon tied spread eagle to table. Tony climbed up a step ladder and took a couple of overhead shots. Nick then unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll on his stomach. As he did, he knocked the loose cod piece off of the shorts. Again Tony took some aerial shots. What Rob didn’t realize was that his cock and balls were pushing out between his legs from behind and were a clearly showing in the pictures Tony had just taken. “You are doing great Rob, just want to capture one more pose while we have you on the table.” Nick again unfastened the restraints and told Rob to roll back over. Robs hard cock sprung straight up. He started to say something about his freed cock, but then Nick applied a pair of nipple clamps to his nubs. He opened his mouth in shock and pain as Tony captured the scene with his camera. Rob was re-restrained on his back and a leather pig mask was put over his head. A couple of pictures later, the mask was removed and he was set free. He had no idea what the mask looked like that was just on his head. He actually was starting to feel horny as hell yet he was a little unsteady as he got off the bondage table. Nick handed Rob a jock strap. “Just for the hell of it put this on; I think with your ass, it will make some great pictures.” Rob looked at the jock; it was the red jock with the words FUCK ME written across the back that he and Nick had just ridiculed a couple days ago. “Seriously, Nick” Rob protested. “Don’t worry bud, we won’t show your face; trust me,” said Nick in response. “OK,” Rob said as he went back to the changing room. When he returned to the room Rob was feeling happy and ready to play, although he was a little light headed and was staggering just a little as he walked. Nick placed his hand on the back of Rob’s neck and guided him to a fuck bench and gently guided him onto it. Nick tightly strapped Rob to the bench so that he couldn’t move. He then spread the leg mounts as far apart as they would go. Rob’s ass was totally exposed and it made for fantastic pictures. Tony knelt down to get some close ups of the tight pink hole. He blew on it a couple of times to make it quiver for the camera. Rob giggled in response. Tony then stepped back to take some full body shots of Rob restrained to the bench. Rob protested, “Hey guys, I thought you weren’t going to show my face, I am a Top after all.” Nick replied “Sorry bud, let me get a mask.” Nick returned with a different style popper mask. “Don’t worry bud, this isn’t the same popper mask; it doesn’t have any poppers in it,” Nick said as he placed the mask over Rob’s head. Rob breathed in, there was a smell but it wasn’t poppers. It was somewhat sweet but he couldn’t quite place it. As he struggled to think of what he smelled he lost consciousness and his head drooped down into the fuck bench. Nick walked back to Rob’s exposed hole and pressed his thumb against the tight clenched orifice. He looked at Tony and said, “So tight and so tempting, but that will have to wait, the guests will be very upset if we deflower his ass before they get a chance to do so.” “They are paying a lot of money for the opportunity.” “Get him to the warehouse and get him prepped for his big debut tonight.” “Keep him knocked out until I get there; I need to swing by his hotel and see what other info I can gather from there as well as from his phone.” “Actually now that I think about it, I’ll just check him out from the hotel; he won’t need his room there anymore.”

Part 14 When Rob got back to his own room he sent a text to Cody. “Hey Cody It’s Rob from the party last night.” “Hey Top Stud Wassup” “Just fucked a couple Canadian sluts I met down by the pool & ready 4 more” “Cool – what you in the mood 4 tonight? Twinks, Preps, Jocks…….???” “Hmmmm… maybe some straight-laced preppy dude that we can corrupt and teach him his place as a bottom pig” “Easy - u know where the bar OZ is? Can find plenty of them there. I live a few blocks away from OZ so can get em primed and bring back to my place to train” “Yeah picked up a bottom there got him flying and fucked him at his hotel on Friday” “LOL u get around What time u want to meet up?” “Give me a couple hours wanna hit gym first Meet at 5??” “Sounds good see u at 5” Rob hit the gym at the hotel to get in a quick workout. The gym was empty at that time of day so it allowed him to really focus on pumping up his muscles. It also made it easy to work all his muscle groups in a relatively short period of time since there was no waiting for a machine or equipment to free up from another person. As he finished his work out Rob stopped for a moment to admire himself in the mirror. He loved what he saw in the reflection, the sweat glistened across his defined muscular body. “No wonder everyone lusts after me,” he thought; “I am one hot Top!” Rob spent some time deciding what to wear to meet Cody. He wanted to make sure Cody would appreciate his body as well just like the bottom’s they were about to conquer. In the back of his mind there was a lingering thought that Cody would succumb to his masculinity and beg to be fucked as well. So after trying on three different shirts he settled on a sleeveless t-shirt that clung tightly to his every muscle and a pair of lace up football shorts. When Rob arrived at the bar, Cody was already there and seated with a drink in his hand. Cody smiled and raised his drink as Rob walked over and took a seat next to him. “How are you doing Bud, hope you aren’t all worn out from your little three-way earlier today,” Cody quipped. “Absolutely not man, I am always ready and raring to go,” replied Rob. This situation was really new to Rob. He was very much a loner and never really had another Top buddy to hang out with and cruise for ass with. Cody seemed like such a genuine guy to Rob and he was sure they would have a great to time together tonight. Cody motioned to the bartender and turned to Rob to say, “You drink Jack and Coke right?” “Let me buy you a drink while we pick out our first target.” “You know I think I am just going to go with a beer; I’m not sure what it is but I have had this headache all day and I think it may have been the Jack and Cokes last night even though alcohol doesn’t usually affect me like this.” When the bartender stepped up in front of them Rob said “Give me a Corona.” Cody reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle. “I have some aspirin if you think that would help.” “It’s just generic brand but should help take the edge off and make you feel good.” Rob nodded and took the aspirin bottle from Cody and shook out a couple of the plain white tablets. “Careful, you should probably only take two, they are X-tra strength,” warned Cody. The bartender returned with the Corona and Rob swallowed the tablets with a chaser of beer. Within a few minutes, Rob’s headache was magically gone. In fact he felt great, hornier then ever and ready to play. “Wow those aspirins really did the trick I am ready to play!” Cody just smiled to himself, he knew those weren’t aspirins, they were XTC pills. He was sure Rob’s headache was more from the fact that he had been taking party drugs almost constantly for the last 2 days and it was probably more from withdrawal than anything else. He considered perhaps giving him a little G as well when they drugged their target bottom but figured he better wait on that. This guy was a dumbass for sure, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Besides he knew there would be hell to pay with Master Nick if something happened to this guy. The consequences were too great. Rob nudged Cody and motioned to a group of young guys that just entered the bar. It was a group of 4 college aged guys; they all were wearing pastel polos and pressed khaki shorts. “Target sited, now we just need to separate one away from the herd.” It wasn’t long before the group was looking over at Rob and Cody and talking excitedly amongst themselves. They kept looking over at them smiling and then would go back to their conversation. One of the group however seem to stare longer at Rob and Cody and wasn’t as engaged in his group’s conversation. Cody noticed and leaned over to Rob and whispered, “Looks like the one with the short brown curly hair in the light blue polo is the weakest link; what do you think?” Rob replied “Yeah looks like he is being a bit left out by his group and could use some special attention from us” “I like what I can see from here, he appears to have a little bubble butt for us to use.” When the guy in the light blue polo left his group to go get a drink at the bar, Cody was ready to pounce. “Wait here Rob and keep smiling, I am going to go get him to join us.” Cody walked over to the target on the other side of the room and stood real close to him at the bar. When he had the guy’s attention, which was almost immediately, Cody gave him a wide smile and a wink saying “Hi, how are you?” The guy nearly melted, he was typically pretty shy and couldn’t believe this muscle guy was talking to him. “I’m doing great, how are you?” he stammered. “My name is Cody and my friend Rob over there and I couldn’t help but notice that your friends seem to be leaving you out of the conversation” “A cute guy like you shouldn’t be left out like that why don’t you come over and join us for a drink or two?” The blue polo guy blushed and said, “Thank you my name is Dylan, the others are just guys I know from school we are in the pre-med program here at LSU.” “I would love to join you!” Cody wrapped his arm around Dylan’s waist and steered him to the other side of the bar towards Rob.” “Hey Rob, this is Dylan he is a student at LSU.” Rob stuck out is hand and firmly shook Dylan’s hand. “”We noticed you and your group watching us and were hoping you’d say hello; you are definitely the cutest of the bunch,” Rob said with a smile. “Have a seat.” Dylan sat on the stool next to Rob and Cody sat on the other side; both pulled their stools very close to Dylan so that their legs were touching as they faced him. Dylan couldn’t believe his luck he was basically sandwiched between two muscle studs. He glanced over at his friends who were giving him shocked looks. When Cody started rubbing Dylan’s back, his friends’ look of surprise turned to sneers of jealousy. They finished their drinks and stormed out of the bar to go across the street to another one. Dylan asked if Cody and Rob were boyfriends. Cody explained that they weren’t, in fact they had just met the night before at a party and that Rob was actually from out of town. “We do both appreciate a good looking guy like you though.” “We’d even share you if you’d be interested.” Dylan again blushed and said, “I have always fantasized about a doing a 3-way but have never had the opportunity.” Cody winked at Dylan and said, ”What are you drinking Dylan, let’s have another drink and talk about the opportunity you now have.” Dylan gulped and replied “Mai Tai.” While Cody ordered drinks for the trio, Rob grabbed Dylan’s hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. “You like the feel of that cock, boy,” Rob asked as he moved Dylan’s hand up and down his hard shaft. With Dylan temporarily distracted, Cody was able to discreetly add a few drops of G to Dylan’s fruity drink and mix it in. It wasn’t enough to knock him out but it certainly would help him with his shyness and make him a little more open to suggestion. Cody handed Rob his beer Dylan his Mai Tai. His raised his own glass and said “Cheers!” “So Dylan, what are you into sexually; are you a Top or bottom?” Dylan was feeling a bit more relaxed now so he didn’t hesitate in answering. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys actually but would say I am versatile. I think though with guys like you I’d lean more towards the bottom role,” he giggled. “Have you ever had a cock up your ass and had a guy make love to you,” asked Cody. Rob almost spit up his beer when Cody made the “Make Love to You” comment, but managed to control himself and just rolled his eyes at Cody. “Only once but he didn’t last very long,” replied Dylan. Rob then joined the conversation. “Well you don’t have to worry about that with us, we’ll keep you happy for several hours boy.” Cody started rubbing Dylan’s chest and playing with his nipples. Let’s do a couple of Jell-O shots and go back to my place and have some fun baby.” “You guys are drug and disease free right, and we need to use condoms ok,’ asked Dylan. “Definitely," Rob said as he handed two Jell-O shots each to Dylan and Cody. “Bottoms up!” Once they finished the shots Rob said to Cody” Lead the way partner, it's show time.” Dylan was slightly staggering as he walked with Cody and Rob down the street. Fortunately it wasn’t very far away because by the time they got to Cody’s place, Dylan’s head was spinning and his vision was blurring. Cody led Dylan back to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. “Time to unwrap this package,” Cody said as he pulled Dylan’s clothes off and laid them in a pile on the floor. Dylan had a nice trim body with a small patch of hair on his chest and just a bit of fuzz on his ass. “Sit up boy and suck my cock,” demanded Rob. Rob took his time, and slowly throat fucked him. Cody began slapping his own cock against Dylan’s face. “That’s it baby suck his cock, mine needs some attention too though.” Dylan began to alternate between the two, taking each of their cocks deeply down his throat. Rob and Cody began to make out while Dylan serviced their cocks. Dylan saw them kissing and stood to join them. Rob really wasn’t into kissing a bottom like Dylan so while Cody and Dylan made out he began to finger Dylan’s bubble ass. “You have a nice ass boy, we are going to love fucking you.” “We need some lube and condoms,” replied Dylan. Cody broke away and left the room; he returned carrying a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He also had a baggie of Tina crystals but kept that out of sight. He kissed Dylan and said “Lie on your stomach on the bed and let me get you prepped.” Dylan felt a strong burning as Cody pushed a large shard up his ass with some lube. He cried out, “Ow, that burns, what are you doing?” “Just relax sweetie, is just warming lube it will help relax you,” replied Cody as he continued to work three fingers into Dylan’s ass. Saying it would help him relax was an understatement, as Dylan absorbed the Tina he was filled with desire to be fucked. He ass lips were quivering with anticipation and desire. Rob looked at Cody and said, “You go first, open him up for me.” Cody grabbed a condom and ripped it open. He threw the wrapper on the bed for Dylan to see. He partially rolled on the condom and rubbed it across Dylan’s ass so he could feel the latex; he then removed the condom and tossed it behind a chair. When Cody slowly pushed his raw cock into the tight ass, Rob moved in front of Dylan and offered him his pre-cum dripping cock. Dylan greedily swallowed it and began giving Rob a BJ that was in sync with Cody’s cock thrusts up his ass. As the Tina really took hold, Dylan was overcome with a desire to have his ass really pounded and began really pushing his ass back on Cody’s cock. He temporarily took his mouth off of Rob’s 8 incher and pleaded “Fuck me faster and harder!” Cody obliged. And in another 20 minutes he was shooting his load up Dylan’s ass. He removed his cock with an audible pop. Dylan felt so empty but it didn’t last long as he soon felt the burning feeling again quickly followed by Rob’s cock. Rob didn’t start as gentle as Cody and was fucking Dylan at a furious pace almost immediately. His cock hit new areas that Cody’s shorter cock hadn’t reached and Dylan began to pant and moan in pleasure. Cody had moved in front of Dylan and was soon fucking his face. “You like being our slut pig don’t you baby boy?” When Rob came, he let out a roar and slapped Dylan’s ass. Dylan could feel something running out of his ass, but he was too high to think very clearly about it and just assumed it was excess lube. The three guys rested on the bed a couple of minutes to recover before Cody stood up grabbed Dylan by the legs and rolled him on his back. “You ready for round two Baby,” Cody said with a smile. He then leaned down and gave Dylan a deep long kiss. He then leaned over and whispered to Rob, “Sit on his face and make him eat your ass, I want to block his view for a minute.” Rob grinned and sat on Dylan’s face and also pinned his arms down. “Use your tongue and eat my ass and lick my balls pig!” While Dylan was distracted by eating Rob’s ass, Cody inserted a vibrating prostrate massager in Dylan’s ass and turned it on full speed. Dylan squirmed at first but soon succumbed to the feeling and began to really work his tongue up Rob’s ass. He barely noticed the band tightened over his bicep and the slight prick as he received his first slam. When the band was removed he began coughing violently for a minute and then was totally flying. He resumed eating Rob’s ass with a vengeance. Cody then removed the prostrate massager, lifted Dylan’s legs and slammed his cock balls beep into the awaiting hole. He slammed it in and out a couple of times then leaned in over Dylan’s prone body. He started to slowly edge Dylan’s cock but paused a moment upon seeing Rob’s throbbing cock in front of his face. “It’s okay buddy, you know you want my cock too; Cody go ahead and take a taste.” Rob had a huge evil grin; he knew he was right about Cody as he swallowed Rob’s cock to its base. Rob was in true heaven now; he had a wet tongue stimulating his ass and a hot mouth working his cock. Cody only sucked Rob a few minutes before the position became too awkward and he had to stand up and release Rob’s cock from his mouth. He then returned to plowing Dylan’s ass deep and hard. Rob raised up off Dylan’s face a little and pointed his cock toward Dylan’s mouth and began to skull fuck him. A few minutes of that and Rob started to feel his balls churn so he had to stop; he wanted to shoot his next load in the slut’s ass just like Cody was about to do. When Cody released his seed in Dylan’s ass, Rob quickly jumped off the bed to take his turn pounding that sweet hole. Dylan felt so empty with both his holes empty but before he could beg too much, Rob had driven his cock into his ass and Cody was sitting on his face. Rob plowed away for a few minutes before he found himself leaning over Dylan and staring at Cody’s cock. He was in a party mood. He normally would never think of sucking cock, but this was Cody his new buddy. Who would ever find out he thought; besides Cody knows I am a Top and he sucked me first. With that he opened his mouth and tentatively took Cody’s cock into his mouth and began to roll his tongue over the head and gradually deep throat it to the base. Cody was a bit shocked at this development; he was afraid to say anything that might cause Rob to stop. Rob only sucked Cody’s cock for about 5 minutes before returning to brutally pummelling Dylan’s ass. He shot a massive load of cum up Dylan’s ass and collapsed on top of him. The three lay there for another 20 minutes with some occasional kissing and fondling between Cody and Dylan. Dylan then indicated he was a little sore and maybe should call it a night. Dylan dressed and Cody walked him to the door. When they reached the door Dylan said he had fun and would like to do it again. Cody replied, “That would be great baby, I’d love to see you again one on one; maybe you can spend the night and we truly will make love the whole time.” Dylan smiled and they exchanged phone numbers. As Dylan walked way Cody sent him a text. “I am serious, you know where I live and so there is no excuse for us not to get together”. Immediately he received a text back “I will text you tomorrow can’t wait to spend more time with just you.” When Cody returned to the bedroom he found Rob lying on his back stroking his cock. “Hey buddy, I have a couple of messages from a quick connect ad I placed on BBRT." “They are from some bottoms that want to be fucked by multiple cocks.” “You interested in staying for some more ass fucking?” Rob sat up and smiled, “Can’t you tell from my hard cock that the answer is HELL YES” “Tell them to get their holes over here fast.”

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.

Part 13 Later Saturday morning Nick was at the warehouse checking on the business. The play area had pretty much been cleaned up from the previous night’s party so they were on schedule to reset the space later in the afternoon in time for the private birthday party starting at 9 p.m. With that under control, he stopped by the desk of his media manager. “Hey Tony how are you doing with the footage from last night,” he asked? “Good morning boss man; I already have all the stills and general video clips of last night’s party uploaded to the club members' site.” “I also have the video edited from the soccer player’s conversion; I just need to set the linkage up with the payment system so people can view it.” Nick smiled, “You are the best!” Tony sarcastically replied, “I’m just putting that fancy MIT degree to work.” That got a laugh out of Nick and then he continued his questions. “Where are you on the promotional clip for our newest addition?” “I’m actually pretty far; should have it up on the site in a couple hours to promote the party Sunday night.” “I’m impressed,” replied Nick. Tony continued, “Ever since we added the RFID chip to those arm bands it makes it so much easier to trigger certain cameras and to track what area to focus on during a party.” ‘We don’t have to go through so much footage at the end to find good usable video like we used to.” “Time is money, so the faster we get things up on the web the better; if the big theme parks only knew how we adapted their concept.” They both roared with laughter. “Nick I do have a question about some of the material.” “Do you want to use any of the footage of the guy putting on the cock ring in the changing room back at the store?” Nick shook his head, “No, as amusing as that was to watch him struggle, we really want to promote him as a dominant Top for this event and that struggle could be interpreted as a sign of weakness.” “I don’t know how closely you looked at it, but at one point he was almost crying in pain trying to get that ring over his balls and half hard cock.” Tony agreed, this promotional clip really was meant to show this guy as a strong dominant total Top. Nick started to leave to check on something else but stopped to remind Tony of a couple more things. “Don’t forget to set up the special privileges auction function for Sunday’s event.” “I also need you or one of the other guys to be at the store by 3:30 on Sunday afternoon to take pictures of our new addition; I’ll explain more on that later.” It was after 11 in the morning before Rob finally woke up. He had a terrible headache and felt lethargic. He couldn’t figure out why he would feel that way; he didn’t really drink that much last night he thought yet he felt like he had a hangover and was itching for something to pick him up. He didn’t bring any Tylenol with him on the trip so he’d have to deal with that later. First he needed a long hot shower to wash off the sweat and smell of sex. His hot shower helped a little but he was still a little edgy. He decided he would go down to the hotel pool and relax awhile and then text Cody from last night to set up something for later. As Rob relaxed at the pool he took the opportunity to check his profiles on the hook-up sites for messages. As he scanned the messages on his phone he was amazed at how many guys wanted to hook up and service his cock. He wasn’t surprised that he got messages, after all he was a real stud; he was just a bit shocked by the sheer number of them. Was it the new pictures he added to the profiles or was it just because he was in New Orleans and there were more willing horny bottoms here than there were back in Ohio? He’d have to wait until he returned home next week to make that determination. He was confident though that he’s get some fresh meat in Ohio and probably a lot of sluts begging for a repeat fuck. His cock started to harden at that thought and his bulge became quite evident in swim trunks. He quickly deleted a lot of the messages of guys he thought weren’t deserving of his cock. With all these messages he could afford to be choosy. Soon his phone buzzed indicating he just received a message from BBRT. According to the profile associated with the message, it was from a couple visiting from Toronto, Canada. It said they were both total bottoms and liked three-ways and watching their partner getting fucked. Rob wasn’t quite sure how a pair of bottoms could be a couple; to him it seemed like they wouldn’t get much sex that way. Their pictures on the profile looked good. There was one of them both sharing a cock in their mouths, a couple of nude frontals and a pic of each of them getting fucked by a mystery cock. The most interesting thing though was that according to the geolocation feature, they were less than 100 feet away. Rob looked up from his phone and spied the pair on the other side of the pool holding their phone and staring at him. When they nodded at him, Rob acknowledged them and nodded back. With the dark sunglasses he was wearing, the pair couldn’t really tell how much Rob was staring, so they stood up and entered the pool to get wet. They casually swam toward Rob to try to determine if he was interested but Rob kept his cool and from his poker face they really couldn’t tell. However when they exited the pool and Rob saw their tight little asses in their Speedos his cock twitched. Rob then replied to their message “You want my cock – your room – lead the way.” With that the Canadians quickly dried off and headed back into the hotel. Rob slowly followed them to the elevator inside. When the three were alone in the elevator on the way to the 12th floor, Rob took a closer look at them without his sunglasses. They matched the profile pictures pretty well, but he couldn’t tell which ass shot belonged to which since they had covered up with their towels for the trip back to the room. Both guys had the same dark hair and trim smooth body. One of the pair got bold and reached out to rub Rob’s cock thru his swim trunks. Rob got a smirk on his face and said “I hope you two don’t get into some lover’s quarrel over who gets fucked first” “ Don't worry, I’m sure I have at least a load for each of you.” The elevator soon reached the 12th floor and the trio exited. Once inside the room, Rob wasted no time and dropped his trunks. “Suck my cock faggots!’ he sneered. The two immediately dropped to their knees and both began to work on Rob’s cock with their tongues. It was clear these two had done this many times before; they worked together like a synchronized team. While one sucked Rob’s cock the other would lick and suck his low hanging balls. Without a word they would switch roles. Rob took some time to thrust his cock in one throat and pump a few times and then move to the other guy’s mouth as they were kneeled before him. “Ok cock whores, get your asses out of those pussy suits and get prepared to take a pounding.” “Since you both did a decent job getting my cock wet, that’s all the lube you are getting; I will let you decide who gets fucked first.” The shortest of the pair climbed up on the bed, reached back to spread his cheeks and presented his hole to Rob. Without a word Rob lined up and slammed his cock into the waiting hole. The bottom screamed in pain into the pillow while his partner watched and jerked his own throbbing cock. Rob noticed him jerking and decided it wasn’t acceptable for a bottom to be masturbating that way. If there was a Top in the room, that bottom should have his focus on pleasuring him. Rob kicked at the voyeur’s cock and said “Get your tongue out and eat my ass while I fuck your boyfriend!” When the bottom didn’t move fast enough, Rob grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to his ass. “Now start eating!” The Canadian didn’t have a choice really. This certainly wasn’t how he and his partner usually played. Part of the fun for them was to watch the pleasure in the other’s face as they were getting fucked. In this case though, Rob was fucking so roughly that it wasn’t clear the one who was getting plowed was getting much enjoyment. In fact from the blood streaks on Rob’s cock, it was more of a case of the ass being brutally ripped open. After a half hour of hard pounding Rob came in the bottom’s ass. He then pulled out, turned and had the other bottom clean his cock. “Clean that cock, I don’t want you having any extra cum as lube.“ “You need to experience the same joy as your boyfriend just did.” The guy on the bed was crying from that experience and he was clearly in shock. Rob pushed him off the bed and pulled the other by his hair onto the bed. He then repeated the process by lining his cock up and slamming it in. Although the new bottom was expecting a rough fuck after witnessing his partner being used, he wasn’t quite prepared for the entry and he too yelled out into the pillow. “Hey fucker, your ass is tighter than your boyfriend’s, he’s probably been sneaking around on you.” “Tell you what; I’ll open you up so you both have matching gaping holes.” Rob started deep hard thrusts more aimed at hurting the bottom than anything thing else. His deep thrusts and motion didn’t really allow for the previously fucked bottom to rim him while he was fucking. That didn’t stop Rob from adding a little extra degradation to the mix. He reached over and grabbed the guy by the neck and pushed his face toward the floor. “You focus on licking and worshipping my feet while I’m busy fucking.” This fuck lasted a little longer than the first and it was almost 40 minutes of solid fucking before Rob shot his next load into the now bloodied ass. The foot worshiper was then made to clean Rob’s cock. Rob put his swim trunks back on and headed toward the door. “I’ll let you know if I want another round, since I know where you are staying and it's convenient for me.” “That was fun,” Rob thought. His headache was still there from his party withdrawal, but the fucking did get his juices flowing and made him feel a little bit better. He decided to go back to his own room and text Cody.

PART 6 The next few days went something like spend 23 hours absolutely beating myself up and being sure my life was over, and the other hour reliving the sex that had taken place and jerking off three times a day. And it was the only thing I thought about jerking off. But there was no way I was ever going to do that again. I tried to avoid even going by Tom’s place, mostly because I was just so freaked by HIV and that he had cum in me and also just because I had never acted like that, like so slutty and desperate for a guy. My resolve to avoid a recurrence aside, it was safe to say I thought about Tom a lot. I would spend hours mad that he could have done that to me, followed by thoughts of how great it was that he had done that to me. It was almost worse. I finally had had the sex I had fantasized about and it had felt SO GOOD, but I couldn’t ever do it again. I struggled to focus on school and work but still found myself obsessing over fact that I had had raw sex. And taken cum. And, of course, I felt guilty over jerking off to it, but I just couldn’t help it. At least I had that, I would tell myself. Five days. Not even a week. I had been at school and then work and it was Friday and I decided to go to the Jacuzzi at the apartment complex. And who shows up about three minutes after I got in the water? Opening his robe he displayed a well-packed Speedo that could barely contain his cock and balls. "Chris, I have been hoping I would see you again. I know you were kind of flustered when you left. I really enjoyed our time we spent together. God, you were amazing.” He said as he settled in the water, directly across from me. “In fact, I was really really hoping to see you again.” I was practically shaking from the adrenaline going thru me. Part of me was so scared of what had happened, but part of me was seriously stuck on the fact Tom had really liked it and he liked me. He had been thinking about me. “I, I have been busy all week with school and work and stuff,” I said quietly. “I bet you need to relax,” he replied, adding “I bet you need to let go, let some of that stress go, let your true self come out for a while.” He had kind of slowly moved around the jacuzzi and he was now close to me. I just nodded at what he said. A recording of our previous meeting was playing over and over in my head. “I think we have had enough jacuzzi. Let’s dry off and go back to my playroom.” And he eased himself out of the jacuzzi his half hard cock pressing his suit out. I stared. And then followed. I knew what it meant going back there. And I was going anyway, after all I had said to myself. It was that easy for him to get me. We walked silently back to his place. As soon as we were in the door he suggested "Let’s just leave our suits down here,” as he stripped off what little he was wearing. I followed suit. Ten seconds in his house and I was naked. I followed him up the stairs into his play room. Shutting the door he stepped over to the entertainment center and inserted a video as I took a seat on the bed. As the video flickered through the opening credit, Tom joined me on the bed, his tongue invading my mouth. “I jerked off every day thinking about you and your sexy body and little boyhole,” he whispered. "I jerked off so many times thinking about you," I admitted, adding "I know I shouldn’t do this but I want to so badly,” I whispered through our kiss. "Shhhhh. Don’t worry, baby boy. This is your playroom. Your place to be your true self and to do what you want to do. What you need to do. And my baby boy needs his hole fucked again doesn’t he?” Tom whispered, his inches from mine. Unbidden, my had was already stroking his cock, which, I thought, felt like steel. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I blurted out, surprising myself. But it was true. What had been a want these last few days was now a need. Tom was so hot. His cock was so fucking big and perfect. And he wanted me just as much I could tell. Looking me in the eyes, he asked me the question of which I was afraid "And what about my cum: Are you gonna take my cum again?” His cock leaking precum in my hand, the heat of his body, his smell. It all pushed me to the edge, where I was just his. And I was my true self. And my true self knew that every thought I had had about Tom always ended with him cumming in me. “I want your cum. I want you to fuck me like last time until you cum in me. In my hole, “ I replied. Just like that, I had somehow ended up in his room. And this time, he knew right away that my ass was his to use. And the cum. I was trembling still, a ball of horninss and nerves. This super hot guy was HIV positive, and he had a huge cock that was rock hard. And I had basically just asked him to fuck me and fill me up with sperm. And this time, cock hunger won out quicker than fear as I slid down to my knees and opened my mouth wide, ready to serve.

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

I’ve had my PA for a few years now, i like t but it has obviously changed things sexually. The biggest is when I’m topping I cum quicker than I did prior to the piercing. The second is how I jack off. I now jack with my left hand feels & works better. Anyone wanna know how it feels in person let me know maybe we can arrange something ?

If you have to ask bottoms.....i mean....faggots.......how to make us feel "abused" then you're not a real dom lol. Real doms take what they want. If he finds a bottom that is more sexually depraved then he expected, then he'll make the bottom live his kinks but increase it into a month long non-stop fuck fest which makes us question our dedication. He will also make us do what he wants. Real depraved bottoms literally want to be abused when having sex. Multiple cocks surrounding us is our life! There's literally nothing you can do to "abuse" us because that's what we'll expect if we're hooking up with a "dom top". Hence; why you were unable to keep up with me lol. If you really want to abuse a bottom, rape a lonely boi in an adult theater who approaches you and gets on his knees.

**Fictional story, first time giving this a go** PART THREE I was rock hard and read the message, guy number 2 was outside as I watched guy number 1 climb off my boyfriend and give me a wink to say thanks. Lucas was breathing heavily lying flat on the bed. That was when I noticed the size of the first guys cock, much thicker than his pictures earlier that day and now dripping the last of his cum... yes! He had taken Lucas raw, just as I hoped. I smiled back at him and went down stairs to let guy number 2 into the house. Guy number 2 was just 30, I must admit I fancied the fuck outa him, he was much younger looking that 30 and had a very clean shaven, devilish handsome look about him and he looked up from under his peaked cap at my front door. I welcomed him into the hallway and as he did guy number 1 walked down the stairs, leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said to number 2 "oh you'll enjoy this place" and left. We both smiled at each other, little was said so I gestured him up the stairs and said Lucas was waiting. He was a little nervous so I walked into the room with him and said "enjoy what you see, I'll be in the next room" Lucas was back into position, blindfold on and was huffing his poppers. His hole was gaped from guy 1 and was so inviting but I resisted and said to myself this was his night for other cock and walked out. I went back and lay on my bed, I couldn't get that lovely looking fella out of my head and now the thought of him about to breed the love of my life had me rock solid once more. I listened and after a few mins could hear the sounds of cock being sucked and the new sounds of guy 2 moaning in pleasure, Lucas was doing what he does best, giving head. I heard more movement on the bed and then heard Lucas moan loudly, guy 2 had rammed right into him; this one I had to go and watch, as was the agreed terms for these guys to come and fuck Lucas.

I go over to the stairs and go down. At the bottom, a balding man is tucking his shrt into his trousers. He grins at me and gives me a thumbs up. I can smell the place, a mixture of poppers and piss and damp and hear the unmistakable sounds of men having sex - groans, sobs, and the slapping of skin on skin. I go into the dark area next to the cubicles. The young man is there, only he is entirely naked and his clothes are scattered on the piss-soaked floor. He's bending over sucking Bill's cock as he leans against the sink. Behind the lad, a skinny man with his trousers around his ankles is fucking hiim in the arse, one hand around his waist and the other pushing the twink's head down onto Bill's cock. Bill sees me and grins. There are other men watching and waiting in the cramped area as they wank their cocks. The man in the boy's arse starts to thrust hard, working himself to a climax. " Gonna cum!". His whole body shudders and I watch his wrinkled buttocks clench and relax, clench and relax as he squirts his cum in the smooth young body. For a moment I feel guilty. "Should they be doing this?". A short, flabby man in a singlet is standing next to me. His arms are covered in old school tattoos and he has heavy steel earrings. He leers as we watch the skinny man pull out and drag up his trousers to his waist. " Too late now." He says, undoing his belt and opening his trousers. " He's probably already pregnant" He gets behind the young body and slides his cock between the sweating buttocks. The pressure forces out a drool of cum which drips out to join the puddle of spunk on the floor beneth them. The boy releases Bill's cock, gasps for air, and whispers "No more..please. No more..." But Bill jams a bottle of poppers under his nose and the lad sags in surrender as Bill pushes his cock back between his lips and the tattooed guy starts to thrust rapidly back and forth in short, urgent strokes. "Oh... uh... yeah." He gasps. " Take it you little bastard! Take my dirty cum!" With that he gives a loud cry and pushes hard against the bending body as he empties himslf. Then he pulls out and staggers upstairs without another word, dragging his trousers up as he goes. Bill smiles at me, nodding towards the boy's rear-end. I can't resist. I push my trousers and pants down and get behind the young man. His bottom is running with sweat and sticky with sperm which drips steadily from his gaping, brutalised hole. Bill offers me the poppers. I take a deep sniff, then slide into the warm, silky wetness as the solvent explodes in my brain. It's filthy, animal sex as I work myself to a climax, groaning with pleasure as I breed him, until my cock explodes and my sperm gushes out to join the rest swimming in his youthful rectum. At last I pull out. My cock and belly are covered in sperm and lube so I go over to a cubicle and use paper to clean off. Bill is now behind the young man, pushing his head down into the basin as he fucks him. I dress and head upstairs where I find most of the guys have left. The barman gives me a beer. "I guess he's getting a right seeing-to down there, eh?" He says. I nod in reply and he gives me an evil grin. "You'll have knocked him up alright." I raise an eyebrow as I sip my beer. The fat barman pushes up his sleeve and reveals a black bio-hazard tattoo. " I know you're in the club, matey. I seen the way your looks have changed the last few month since you've been coming here." From the basement comes a loud grunt as Bill orgasms I smile and raise my glass. "Yep," I say. "Here's to the club."

My stepdad thought I was needing to start taking dick when I was 8, teaching me to suck his and then other friends of his (in Alaska) who were straight, family fishermen. I got really good at that and then on my 10th birthday, was fucked and my stepdad made sure that continued for a long time. My mom was gone, she left my stepdad and asked me to stay with him, given we were such good friends. They divorced and my stepdad ended up with the judgement thanks to my mom not contesting my staying with stepdad. I wanted that to happen that way. Stepdad and I were enjoying a daily sexual life that was very exciting to me as a kid, no pants or underwear allowed in the house, I sleep naked on my stomach, I suck dick in truck at all times when we're driving somewhere, I make myself available to stepdad's friends at all times...and a few other things, all of which were ok by me.. I enjoyed doing all of it with my stepdad. I don't think a big part of my life is because that happened when I was young, the only thing that carried across was probably being submissive more than not and automatically doing what another guy wants rather than my thoughts on the subject.. other than that, my libido and all is just fine for having gone thru that when I was young..

When I want the attention to be on my ass, I wear a jock. Let's him know my dick is not important.

I haven't worn or owned any underwear in about 25 years. On occasion, I'll wear a jock, but I like freeballing.