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Daz fed me some more water. I kept trying to pull the plug out of my hole. I needed a reel cock. I needed Dazs cock. Daz smiled and kept saying soon little man soon. In my euphoric state that wasn't cutting the mustard. Just when I felt I could not wait any longer there was a knock at door. Joe went to answer it and came back with two black guys. Daz greeted them and told the lads to get naked quick as I was trying to fuck myself silly. The lads needed no encouragment and we're soon naked and had there hard ebony cocks at each hole. Zak who was at my ass was a real shorties at about 5ft but what was between his legs was more than adequate. It looked about 8inches and as twice as thick as Joe's. Dino who was at my mouth was about 7in and was uncut. The first uncut cock I had ever seen and tasted. Zak grabbed hold of the butt plug. Gave it a quarter turn and pulled it straight out. Without stopping it was replaced by his thick branch . Whilst I had been stretched with all the fucking tonight. This was the thickest and it needed more than a gentle push to get in deep. I went to scream out but Dino was waiting and as soon as I opened my mouth he buried his cock deep down my throat. They then both stopped. I thought it was to let me get used to their cocks but when I looked up it was so they could each slam. Daz had prepared points for them and they soon had the needles in and registering. They looked at each other and in unison they depressed the plungers and released the ties. They both coughed a few times and as they started to ride their rush they then started fucking me. This was the same as the others. This was no gentle fuck. It was animalistic. Both boys showed no compassion they were using Paul's holes for their enjoyment and Paul's needs did not matter. However what Paul needed he was getting. His ass was being stretched further than any time before and it felt great. The cock in his mouth was oozing loads of precum and tasted real sweet. The boys kept the same positions for 20 minutes and they did not let up. It was Zak that said it's about time you both changed places. I was just comprehending what he had said when the boys had stopped , changed places and we're ready to go. Dino pushed his cock in my well used hole and he was long fucking me. In and fully out before plunging back in. The cock at my mouth was a different matter . I had to really stretch my mouth to get Dazs cock down my throat. At first I kept choking on it but after a while I managed to breath as he withdrew so that I was not choking. Again both boys fucked me for at least another 20 minutes when Dino looked Zak straight in the eye and without saying a word they both sped up. I could feel both cocks start to swell at once and with two more deep thrusts my holes were both flooded at once. The boys looked at each other , withdrew, got dressed and left. I was still laying on my back but I still wanted more cock. Daz told Joe to give me more water. He said that it would be a while before any one else came. He said that watching the boys fuck me had made him horny and Joe said me too. I then saw Daz whisper something to Joe. I could not hear what it was but Joe smiled and nodded. Daz asked if I was ok and I said I was fine. He asked if I was still flying and I said I was. He said not high enough for what we have in mind. He climbed of the bed and left the room. Joe following him. I was laying on the bed playing with my soppy hole. It was dripping with all the hot loads . I dipped my fingers as deep as I could get them. Pulled them out and brought the pink tinged ghoo to my lips. I licked my fingers one by one. It tasted to me like the food of the Gods. Joe and Daz returned . Daz was carrying a point. He asked if I was ready to play. I said yes. He quickly tied of my arm and I could see that this was going to be another strong one. I could see blood already in the needle but I did not care. Daz got the register and pressed the needle. He released the tie and I was coughing and flying before I knew it. The rushes seemed to get better each time or was it that they just kept taking me to another level each time. Daz then laid down on the bed beside me. He smiled and said what are you waiting for. Jump on. I did not need telling twice. I straddled Daz . Placed his meter long rod at my hole and slid right down to the hilt. I moaned out loud it felt good. I then felt Daz pull me down to his chest and he began to kiss and cuddle me. This was new but I readily opened up to the tongue pushing in and dancing around my mouth. As Daz was doing this I felt Joe get on the bed behind me. I felt his fingers around my hole and Zacks cock. I then could feel Joe edging forward. Zak was holding me in a deep kiss when I felt Joe applying pressure and I could feel my ass being stretched. They were going to double dick me. With my drugged brain I could think of nothing I wanted more and I pushed out to open myself more. That was all that was needed. I felt Joe's cock push slowly along the side of Dazs. I was taking two massive cocks and all I could do was moan with pleasure. Yes it hurt but it was a nice hurt and I wanted more. Once Joe was all the way in they both stopped. Daz then started to pull out. I could feel his cock and peircing being dragged along my walls. It was tearing me up. He then stopped and started to push back in. At the same time Joe started to pull out. They went slow at first but soon had a steady rythm going and fucked my hole in unison. Daz commented that thanks to Mrs T he was able to fuck like this for ages and that is what they did. At some point they changed positions with Joe on the bottom and they started their rythmatic fucking again. After about half hour Daz said he was about ready to shoot and he started to really pound my hole as Joe rained buried to the hilt. With 3 or 4 long hard thrusts Daz made another deposit deep inside my bowels. The feeling of Dazs hot seed was all it took to send Joe over the top and I could feel him flood my hole as well. . Daz pulled out ant told me to hold still. He went and got his rucksack from the other room. He pulled out another but plug. It was twice the size of the one I had been using. Joe pulled his cock out and before I could loose any of their toxic seed he placed the plug at my hole. He told me to look him straight in the eye. He asked me if I had enjoyed myself. He saw the look of disappointment as I thought it was over. He just smiled. He said don't worry it's not over yet and without warning he rammed the butt plug right up my ass. I let out a massive scream which was soon muffled as Daz pushed my face into the pillow. Daz then turned to Joe and said when the next guy gets here he will really open his hole. My eyes went wide and Daz could see the want buried deep within them

Every thrust has me wondering if today would be the day, if today he’d flood me and knock me up. I know that I don’t want it, that I keep telling him to be safe, to be careful but my boyfriend doesn’t listen. He loves to fuck me, to show me that I’m his in the most primal way and once he gets me going, my body tight and needy he knows I won’t stop him no matter what he does. It’s not every day, it’s not even regular or anything I can plan it’s just that some days he decides that he’s going to fuck me bare. Though that last part he does more often than not, fucking into me without any protection or barriers between us as he calls me his cumslut while he drives me to orgasm after orgasm. He knows how risky it is, how I can’t take Truvada and how him being in me bare is such a risk. He knows but he doesn’t care, because he likes to claim me, to mark me as his, to flood my insides with his cum and tell me that I’m his, his and no one elses. His biohazard tattoo placed on his pec demonstrates his pride in being poz. Its placement is deliberate, it shows under tank tops and when he is shirtless at the gym, riding his bike or on runs. The good thing is that he doesn’t always cum inside, in fact more often than not he’ll pull out to splatter his cum on my back or my stomach or my face. I love that feeling, the hot sticky streaks of it all over me, marking me and showing that I’m his. The cum inside of me marks me even more, the fact that he doesn’t plan it, that he simply decides it in that last heartbeat before he explodes makes that risk so much more intense. Every time, every thrust inside could be the one before he floods me with his toxic cum and no matter how many times I remind him of the risk, how many times I warn him that he’ll poz me he does it anyways. I can’t say that I really hate it, I love that feeling, the way he swells and twitches inside of me as he fills me. I love how he gasps and groans and his hands tighten on my body slamming deep and holding me still while he floods me. It’s probably the most intense feeling in the world, that moment before he cums where I’m wondering if he’ll pull out and be safe or if he’ll flood me and risk our futures for the chance to mark me, to feel me clench and flutter around him as he pours himself into me. I don’t hate it but I definitely don’t want to get poz yet, I have to finish school and then get a job and begin our lives together. I want his cum loads and he knows that, but he also knows the risks, the way him knocking me up would endanger the easy future we want but he doesn’t care. I can always feel him behind me, can see it in his eyes that lust to flood me that he doesn’t care about all of that, that all that matters is me and him and that moment where he shoots his load into me. He doesn’t follow any schedule, doesn’t warn me before he cums, he simply fucks me into oblivion and then fills me and I can’t help but love it. I know that sooner or later I’ll be where I am now, his cock in me, twitching and swelling and his hands manhandling my pecs and nipples before he cums deeply inside. It’ll be that day where his cum finds my ripe hole waiting with an easy infection point and suddenly I’ll be full of his babies. He doesn’t ask, I don’t think he even cares about that moment all that much all he cares about is marking me as his. The way he’ll ignore my protests and cum deeply into me as he tells me that he knows how much I want this only serve to make it hotter. He knows how much this turns me on, how much I want to risk it but also how much I don’t want to be HIV positive yet. I tell him that I don’t want it and he’ll push into me bare and tell me that I might say that but my body tells him what I really need. It won’t be long before I’m pushing back and moaning out how good his toxic poz cock feels, bare inside of me as he fucks me. I still warn him, still beg him not to cum in me but he always tells me to hush, to just enjoy him giving me what I need as he slides through my folds and presses against my ass lips. He drives me to this feeling, that height of both ecstasy and fear in that moment before he’ll stiffen. I can feel it now, his cock driving into me as he waits to make his choice, as he thrusts deep again and again and draws my voice out of me in moans and squeals and gasps. In a moment I’ll know which one he chooses, our futures or a gamble for him to mark me as his, to show himself and everyone else that I’m no one elses as his cum leaks out of me and runs down my legs. I should stop him, make him be safe but I simply can’t bring myself to make him change, to stop him from taking me and marking me as his, his unmedicated cum on me, in me, flooding me again and again. Sooner or later his risk, his willingness to risk my future will affect us but maybe not this time, maybe we’ll be lucky again. Or maybe I'll earn my biohazard tattoo this time.

Prologue PrEP has been universally acknowledged as a success in preventing the spread of HIV in the western world. New cases of infection are rarely being seen in developed countries. PrEP soon becomes available in developing countries with an end cause of eradicating HIV. Those living with HIV are living longer and stigma is less of an issue. Science marvels at it's achievement. Earth's population continues to increase and resources are finite. However the gay community is sceptical of this "cure", people are starting to disappear without a trace and no investigations are being undertaken... 2021 He stalks his prey like a lion. Standing in the shadows of the alley he can see the twinks delicate features. Blond, slender, a package that is barely contained in his skintight jeans looks ridiculous when attached to his frame, his rump perfectly curved and inviting. Another hunt is happening at the same time, the twink knows a musclebound stud is fucking him with his eyes. Through peripheral vision he knows the stud is what he needs. The twink bends down to tie his shoe laces, a perfect excuse to reveal the inch crack between his jeans and t-shirt. The glimmer of the peach fuzz twink butt is enough to let the stud know that the twink is up for it. He doesn't know what he's getting into... Harrison walks to his apartment slow enough that the twinky no name can follow him without issue and wonders whether this Hansel thought of leaving a trail of breadcrumbs... not that it would do him any good. Harrison had done this all before. For the good of the cause. He was one of the chosen, a breeder, a reaper, his weapon his cock, his cum it's bullets. His recruitment like all reapers wasn't planned but once the calling had come he knew he had to do his part. The recruitment came naturally... bottom turns to top, twink turns to muscle, prey becomes hunter and another death dealer rises from the ashes. All this passed through Harrison's head as his kitty behind him continued to follow this ball of yarn. At the door Harrison turned to the twink, "I don't wear rubbers, I don't pull out, I am in charge, these are the rules, if you don't like it fuck off and stop wasting my time". "I agree" "My name is..." responded the doe eyed twink only to be interrupted by the lion, "I don't give a fuck what your name is, get in". The twink was shocked but the tone of the stud made his cock twitch so he followed the stranger into the apartment. A light switch is flicked and a bed comes into focus for the twink. On the bed is a latex sheet, the wooden headboard has notches carved into it. The twink can see groupings of 4 lines with 1 long line through the centre covering the entire headboard. "Can I have a drink please sir?" said the twink in a docile pleading manner. Harrison grabbed the slut by the bleached hair and dragged him into the bathroom. The twink is thrown into the shower. "Sure" says Harrison as he unzips his jeans and hauls out his 6inch soft weapon. Golden nectar pours all over the startled twinky slut. It wasn't what he was expecting but he likes being used and marked like a piece of property. He gobbles up the liquid for the first time in his sex life and grimaces but continues to try to impress the stud not knowing the stud feels nothing but contempt for this play thing. The flow subsides. "Have a shower, clean your cunt and I'll be waiting on the alter" says Harrison, "Alter?" confused twink, "Now! Faggot!" screams the stud. The twink is having the time of his life, he's always dreamed about this scenario but all the dom tops he's talked to on Grindr all talk a good game but when push comes to shove become gentlemen. He hurriedly cleans everywhere and dries himself. He opens the bathroom door and finds the stud laying on the latex sheets, his cock now 9 inches and a wrist thickness. It frightens him, he doesn't know if he can handle it... but he will try. (What do people think so far? Should I continue? The basic idea is the thought of the virus turning most to ash moments after you take the toxic load or you survive and have a natural immunity. Those who have the immunity are then mentored into the way of thinking of culling the population with their deadly weapons due to over population. The virus literally turns those they fuck into ashes that they then flush down the toilet. They then burn the clothes/wallets etc of their fucks and flush the ashes too... it's quite morbid but yeah. The other thing would be Harrison fucking someone whose immune and recruiting them to the reapers)

Part 4 - The Pool Saturday was blue sky and very warm, weather forecasters had been saying all week to expect a Spanish Plume. This would push temperatures in to the low 30's, if that happened it would make London uncomfortable with the heat and humidity followed by the storms. Jake checked his phone it was only 10am but it was already 26c and rising. His phone rang almost causing Jake to drop it as it startled him, Bill's number flashed up on the screen. "Hey Billy, how's you?" "Good Jake, listen a few of us are going to the lido if you want to join us." "Oh sorry Billy, I am off a party later at a friends." "Nice one, shame you can't join us but have fun." "you to, see ya." Billy hung up and immediately dialled another number and waited for his call to be answered. "Billy, what news?" "It's all set." "Thank you, good bye." Marco hung up and walked to the study where Fabian sat, he looked up as Marco approached. "Hello Marco." "Sir, everything is going to plan." "Excellent, invite him over now." Marco dialled another number. Jake was surprised as his phone began ranging again but this time there was no caller id, tentatively he clicked on the answer button. "Hello." "Mr Jake this is Marco, Mr Fabian's butler." "Oh, Hi Marco, how are you?" "Thank you Mr Jake I am very well and I trust you are keeping well?" "Apart from being as hot as hell I'm good." "Mr Fabian asks if you wish to come to the house now and sit by the pool." "Yes I will Marco, thank you." "I shall expect you at 10.30 Mr Jake." Marco hung up, Jake could have sworn he heard him chuckle after he said 'Hot as hell'. He grabbed sunglasses, factor 20 and his trunks then headed off to Fabian's. The gate opened and as he approached the door it opened as if by magic, standing there was Marco wearing sunglasses and a very tight pair of speedos that accentuated his bulge. Jake struggled to keep his cock under control, he could smell coconut wafting from Marco's body which was driving him wild. "Hello Mr Jake, please follow me to the pool." as Marco turned to lead the way. This time Jake caught the full tattoo on his lower back, it immediately occurred to Jake that it was exactly the same as Fabian's except for the location. Fabian was swimming in the pool as they arrived. "Come on in, it is refreshing, Marco help Jake change." Jake felt the hot breath of Marco as he stood behind him and lifted his shirt up over his head and place it on the lounger chair. Jake went to undo his shorts but Marco's hands pushed his away gently, thinking this is going to be embarrassing as he felt his cock twitching and hardening. Marco slipped his hands inside the shorts and undid the button and zip, his hand gently brushed over his now evident hardening bulge. Jake didn't mean to but his body pushed back against Marco, he felt his lips kiss the nape on his neck, his nerve endings tingling throughout his body. Before he realised both his shorts and underwear where down by his ankles, his cock standing to attention. He heard Fabian laughing from the pool "Someone's horny, come on in Jake.", he looked around for his trunks but Marco had taken them up to the Orangery. "Jake don't be silly it is only us at the moment and I did say you could go naked, Did Marco excite you?". Jake nodded shyly hands making best effort to cover his unyielding erection. Jake noticed straight away that Fabian was indeed naked so he began to relax and walked down the slope in deeper in to the water. Jake stopped and closed his eyes letting the cool water lap around his torso. He dived and swam under water came up for air a meter or so away from Fabian. "Better now?" he asked him, "Oh god yes.", Fabian moved towards him and planted a kiss full on his lips, he lingered for longer than usual waiting for the desired effect. He didn't have to wait long as Jake put his arm around his neck and kissed him back. They broke off and swam around in the pool for a while, Marco appeared in the water with a tray of drinks "Mojitos gentlemen.". They took the drinks and sat on the underwater stalls by the waterfall enjoying the sun. Marco swam a couple of lengths as Jake watched admiring his body undulating in the water before he swam over and joined them. "Marco, you really must stop showing off in front of Jake, you make him uncomfortable.", Jake blushed like a bride and tried to make him self small but Marco pulled up behind Jake and kissed him on the neck, for the second time Jake tingled all through his body and touched Marco's arm. Before he knew it Marco was exiting the pool telling Fabian he must help chef finish preparing the food. Fabian put his arm around Jake "Come on, lets get some sun before people arrive.". Jake was in heaven, he had never been treated so kindly or affectionately like this before. He laid on the sunbed and blissfully closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes. He woke to the sound of voices as two guests had arrived and realising he was naked he jumped in to the pool. The two men approached wearing nothing but baseball hats and sunglasses. One of the men had the same tattoo as Fabian and in the same place. As Jake looked up a quizzical look crossed his face. He heard a splash and Fabian swam up behind Jake, "Jake, this is Spencer and Jean-Paul.". They both said hello and Jake replied the courtesy but looked more intensely at Spencer. "Jake... I know you from somewhere don't I?" "Yes, you passed me on the embankment Thursday afternoon." "Oh that's right, we did the double take after we passed each other, your even cuter naked." Jake blushed and began to feel a little uneasy at such a strange occurrence. Fabian wrapped his arms around Jake's shoulder and neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He then looked over at Spencer and gave him a wink, it wasn't pure chance they passed each other but rather a well choreographed sequence. Making sure the cigar smoke wafted in to his path and make eye contact, all to keep Jake focused on Fabian. The two of them turned and headed to the Orangery, Jake noticed that Jean-Paul had the same tattoo but on his lower back. Curiosity was running through Jake's head. "Fabian, how come they all have the same tattoo either on the front or back?" "They all like the design and we are all a kind of family, enough questions sexy." Fabian turned Jake around and looked him in the eye whilst gently caressing the side of his face. Jake was calm and collect and moved his arm around Fabian's body as their faced moved towards each other. Tenderly kissing his cheek Fabian moved his kissing closer to Jake's mouth, his heart was pounding as Fabian's lips touched his and began kissing his mouth. With each kiss their lips parted further and further until Jake felt Fabian's tongue slip in to his mouth. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the kiss, the brushing of Fabian's beard against his face increased the sexual desire building in his body. The electricity between them held them locked in their kiss for what seemed an eternity. Fabian released the kiss, hugging Jake closer before releasing him and planting one more kiss "You are so sexy Jake.". Fabian disappeared under the water and swam to the shallow end where he exited the pool. Marco appeared with Jake's trunks "Would you like to be decent." he said holding them up in the air swinging them around on his finger. Jake splashed water at Marco who laughed. He reached in and pulled Jake out of the pool and slapped his arse before kissing his neck "Naughty boy.". They both headed back to the Orangery holding hands. To say Jake was in heaven was an understatement, he kept looking at Marco's defined arm leading his hand that clasped his own. For a moment Jake felt as though the world had stopped as he enjoyed the closeness.

Part 65 - Giving Great Customer Service “Aaron, I need to talk with you” the manager said as he walked in the back door of the car rental office. “Sure, boss. Is anything wrong?” Aaron replied as he followed the manager into the office. “There will be if I don’t show up on time for my wife’s birthday dinner. I’m leaving you in charge tonight. There are only a few reservations so there shouldn’t be any problems. Harry is running the bus and Jack is the porter. Think you can handle it?” the manager said, visibly anxious. “Yeah, no problem. Don’t worry about us and have a good time with your wife” Aaron said with a grin. The manager rolled his eyes and passed a slip of paper to Aaron. “This is my passcode if you need to override anything. Don’t abuse it, okay?” Aaron took it and slid it in his pocket and pulled a condom back out. “Here, boss. In case you get lucky” Aaron said as he put the packet on the boss’s desk and smiled. The boss looked back at him with surprise but then slowly took the condom packet and put it in his own pants pocket. As Aaron walked out of the office he said “I have lube too, if you need it.” He worked part of his shift until the manager came up and said “OK, I’m taking off now. If there are any emergencies, call me but it better be serious.” “Don’t worry, boss. By the way, when are they coming to fix the air conditioning?” Aaron asked. “Tomorrow sometime, I hope. See you then” the manager said as he walked out the door. Aaron double checked the reservations and there were still only three. One in a half hour and two in three hours. He went over and clicked the fan up one notch hoping a little breeze would help the sweltering heat inside the small building. The porter was in the hut at the gate with its own AC unit and Harry was in the bus which was nice and cool, but the main building was hot so he rolled his sleeves up his forearm half way. The bottom of his biohazard tattoo showed, but he would roll them back down as soon as a customer arrived. He read through messages on his phone, something he normally couldn’t do with the boss around. The radio crackled and Harry reported he was on his way back to the office with one passenger. He changed the fan to point towards the customers and took his place behind the desk just as the customer walked in the door. “Good evening sir. Welcome to A1 Car Rental. My name is Aaron. How can I help you tonight?” Aaron said like the thousands of times he had said it before. “I have a reservation for Cramer” the guy said as he handed over his drivers license and credit card. Aaron found the reservation and he was typing all the info in. He could sense the guy looking at him but that was pretty normal. While he had toned the hair down the past few months after several comments from Nick, the piercings and tattoos (which were visible through his thin white dress shirt) always seemed to get people to stare at him. He liked the attention even if sometimes the looks told him they were not a fan. He handed the license and credit card back to the customer saying “Mr. Cramer, let me print out the paperwork and we’ll get you on your way.” Rather than taking his credit card and license, the customer reached up and pushed Aaron’s sleeve up a few inches. “Ah, that’s what I thought it was. Very nice. I hope you earned it and its not just a decoration” Mr. Cramer said. Aaron blushed and pulled his arm back a few inches. “Thank you and yes, I earned it” Aaron said. He completed the rest of the rental paperwork and Aaron grabbed the keys off the rack. “You have a white Toyota in parking space B5. Just show the paperwork and your license to the porter and he will let you out of the gate” Aaron said. “I need to use the restroom first” Mr. Cramer said, winking at Aaron. “Down the hall to your right” Aaron replied. He watched the guy look back at him several times and he walked out from behind the desk and saw him standing at the bathroom door, looking back and waiting. Aaron had had numerous customers hit on him since he started the job but no one had ever been this obvious to get him into the restroom. He looked at his watch, grabbed the radio and asked Harry where he was and got “Waiting at Terminal 1” back. He knew from there, it would be at least 20 minutes before Harry would be back. Grabbing the radio, he walked down the hall and saw Mr. Cramer walk inside. Aaron slowly opened the door and saw him standing at the urinal. As the door clicked shut, Aaron locked the door, set the radio down on the sink and waited for Mr. Cramer to make the first move. He hadn’t had sex in there since the time with Mark. Mr. Cramer wasn’t nearly as good looking as Mark, but he seemed to want to play with the fire that was Aaron’s cum and that was one of the differences in the meetings. Mr. Cramer was a tall, medium built guy in his 30’s. His dark hair was thinning and there was a wedding ring on his left hand. “Uh, can we do this quick?” Mr. Cramer asked. “Do what?” Aaron replied, a knowing grin on his face. “You know, a quick fuck” was the response. “Are you neg?” Aaron asked as he moved closer. “Uh, yeah. I think so” Mr. Cramer replied. “I’m not and I only do it bare. Is that a problem?” Aaron asked coyly. “Hell no, that's what I’m looking for” said Mr. Cramer. “What’s your wife going to say?” asked Aaron. “Husband, actually, and he wants it too” Mr. Cramer said. “Well, then. Lets see if we can help you out. Get those pants off and get over here on your knees” Aaron said, surprising himself at his commanding voice. Mr. Cramer kicked his loafers off and dropped his pants and underwear into a pile on the floor. He was on his knees and reaching for Aaron’s belt in seconds and had fished his hardening cock out in a few more. He frantically started sucking Aaron’s cock and Aaron just stood there and let him go at it. It turned out to be a very good blowjob, which surprised Aaron. In only a few minutes, he was rock hard and ready to find out if he took cock as good as he sucked it. He pulled his cock out of Mr. Cramer’s mouth and helped him to his feet. Pushing him over towards the sink, he remembered Mark doing the same to him months earlier and giving him his first poz load. Mr. Cramer took the hint and braced himself on the sink. Aaron kicked his feet wider and kneeled down. He pried his ass apart and spit on the hole. “That’s all the lube you get. A rough fuck helps get you knocked up” Aaron said as he stood up. He jabbed a finger in, digging his fingernail into the tender chute. He did it a gain, with two fingers and then with three. Each time Mr. Cramer yelled out “Fuck!” Aaron ignored the expletives and the obvious pain Mr. Cramer was in and stabbed his fingers in a few more times. Aaron stood and rubbed his dripping cock head around his hole and said “Last chance to change your mind.” “Do it. Charge me up” Mr. Cramer said. Aaron rammed his cock inside and immediately felt Mr. Cramer’s body go limp. “Oh my fucking god!” screamed Mr. Cramer as his body started to regain its strength. Aaron waited a few more seconds and started to drive his cock in and out of the freshly tortured hole. He used long strokes and would grind his hips as he pushed in. He reached his arm around, leaving his forearm in front of Mr. Cramer’s mouth. “Kiss it. Kiss the symbol of what you want so bad” Aaron whispered in his ear. The pounding continued on Mr. Cramer’s cunt and the sounds of slapping skin echoed in the bathroom. It went on and on and Mr. Cramer couldn’t believe that Aaron was fucking him for this long. He hoped they wouldn’t get caught. Aaron was grunting as he started to get close to shooting his poison into his willing victim. Suddenly he felt the hole start to spasm around his cock and Mr. Cramer let out a loud moan. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out on to the floor from Mr. Cramer’s cock. The orgasm forced Aaron’s own and he gripped Mr. Cramer’s body with both arms as his hips rolled a few more times before his cock began to pump its deadly semen into another victim. Aaron thrust in a few last times and then slowly pulled his cock out of the ravaged pussy. The cum covering his cock was a hue of pink and he knew Mr. Cramer would be feeling this fuck for a few days. Aaron turned Mr. Cramer around and pushed him to his knees. “Clean it” he commanded. Mr. Cramer methodically licked up the shaft from the base along the bottom of Aaron’s cock then curling his tongue around the sides and lastly opened wide and deep throated his cock. His lips were tight around the rod and slowly Mr. Cramer pulled back, sucking any remaining cum off the cock. Mr. Cramer looked up at Aaron with a smile and Aaron tucked his cock back into his pants. “I hope you’ll give us good ratings on the survey” Aaron said as he grabbed the radio, unlocked the door and walked back to the front desk. He keyed the radio and said “Jack, we have a code 19. White Toyota.” “10-4 good buddy” replied Jack with a chuckle. A minute later, Mr. Cramer came out of the restroom and grabbed his suitcase and went out the side door to the parking lot. Aaron walked over and watched as he found the car, put the luggage inside and headed for the front gate. Mr. Cramer stopped at the hut and Jack walked up to the car, taking his license and paperwork. Mr. Cramer looked back at Jack and saw a tall skinny black guy. He had close cropped hair, a big smile, a little goatee on his chin and his fingers seemed to match the rest of his body - long and thin. He moved with grace and purpose, completely at ease with himself. Jack looked over the documents and then walked around the car. “Mr. Cramer. We have an issue. Can you come take a look at this?” Jack yelled out. Mr. Cramer put the car in park and got out of the car. He walked around the back and over to the passenger side of the car. He saw Jack pointing at something but couldn’t tell what. “What?” Mr. Cramer asked. He got closer and suddenly Jack pushed him against the car, facing the hut. His hands were quickly placed on the roof of the car, spread out like he was going to be frisked. Jack’s body was firmly against his back, holding him in place. “I hear you’re looking for gifts. We like to make sure we satisfy all our customer’s needs” Jack whispered in his ear while reaching around and unbuttoning Mr. Cramer’s pants. “I love sloppy seconds too. Aaron and I give different experiences. He’s short and thick and I’m long and thin. Can you take 12 inches?” “Uh… I.. What? Uh… I don’t know” Mr. Cramer stammered out. He looked around and the area was deserted. The parking lot lights on this side of the car were out so he stood in the shadows. His pants were pulled down exposing his butt and there was a sizable pinkish wet spot on his white underwear. Jack pushed his hard cock between the two mounds and after a few pokes found the source of the oozing cum. Jack started to push and with the aid of the large cum load and the recently fucked hole, just slid his 12 inches of manmeat into Mr. Cramer’s wrecked hole. He got most of the way in and hit the second ring and with a hard shove, drove his cock all the way in. Mr. Cramer screamed out but only the birds and squirrels could hear him. Jack’s chest was against Mr. Cramer’s back and he could feel the bottom breathing heavy from the invasion. “Damn good there Mr. C. It usually takes a three or four tries to bottom out in most of our special customers” he said. His hips started rocking and the short strokes gave way to longer ones. Mr. Cramer pushed his ass back and Jack really began his fuck. With his hands on top of Mr. Cramer’s, holding him to the car, his body started pistoning almost the entire length of his cock. Mr. Cramer was whimpering from the cock ramming in deep and then pulling almost out. He had never experienced that much cock pumping in and out of him. Not one of the thrusts of cock was gentle. He felt Jack bounce off his ass as he bottomed out and then pulled back. His ass was under assault and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. “Please… Breed me!” Mr. Cramer yelled out. Jack didn’t need to be told again. He jack rabbited the businessman’s ass, plowing in and out of the inner ring until his body started to shake and he shoved in, pinning Mr. Cramer to the side of the car. Waves of viral semen pumped into the helpless bottom. Jack gave a few final thrusts after the last cum shot and stood there with their torsos fully connected for a minute. Both were breathing heavy and as they returned to normal, Jack pulled his still stiff cock out of the puffy hole. Jack pulled a paper towel from his pocket and wiped his cock off and zipped up. Mr. Cramer stood there a few more moments and then pulled his pants up. His legs were wobbly, but he made it back around the car and plopped down in the driver’s seat. Jack closed the door and handed the papers and license back. “Thank you for renting with A1. We will see you back in a few days.” Jack said as he reached into the hut and pushed the button to open the gate. Mr. Cramer was still shaking as he drove through and out on to the road.

Part 27 Once a month “Master Nick’s” held a college night party at the warehouse. The average college student couldn’t afford to buy a membership and attend the usual parties on a regular basis, but on college night, all a guy had to do was show a current college ID and they were admitted to the party on a heavily discounted one time guest pass. The parties became an instant success, particularly with the local fraternities. The frat boys looked at the party as a bonding opportunity as they used some faggots for sexual relief. With the universities cracking down on sexual harassment, date rape and hazing activities on campus, the college night parties at Master Nick’s filled a void. In fact, they were so popular that the number of regular club members allowed to attend had to be strictly limited. The few full members allowed to attend were those that had a particular talent for identifying new talent. The real reason for these parties had nothing to do with trying to be benevolent to poor college students. It was really like a football scouting camp or a casting call by a movie crew. It was these events that became a prime way for Nick and crew to find new talent. Some of the talent were happy to join the ranks of the club's party bottoms others needed some “convincing”. Nick thought the timing of Rob’s conversion to a bottom couldn’t have peaked at a better time. The college guys typically loved to use well-built guys that were slightly older than themselves. Fucking the 32 year old muscular 6’2” Rob would be a real power trip for many of them. It was those aggressive “Tops” that made the best targets to convert to new bottoms. It was also easy to pick out the natural bottoms from the way they were watching the activity. It was common to have some side action going on away from the main fucking stations; thus the necessity of extra cameras throughout the venue. After these parties, it took significant time for the staff to sort through all the footage, match faces to college ID’s and gather information on new recruits. However, the operation had honed the process so it worked like a well-oiled machine. The club members were always looking for fresh meat to use and the college night parties were a significant source to provide members what they wanted. After the way Rob had begged for Nick to fuck him earlier in the afternoon, it was almost certain that Rob would bring out some stellar performances from the college boys tonight. The college night party format was a little different. Unlike other parties where the guests could locate and use a bottom pretty much as soon as they arrived; in the college night parties the bottoms weren’t brought out until after all the guests arrived. The guests had plenty of time to drink beer prior to any sexual activity. Of course the only beer available was the XG beer that Nick had used to trap Rob and others before him. By the time the bottoms were brought out for the party, every single college boy guest was drunk, hard and flying on XTC. The arrival of the bottoms at that point was the trigger to release the sexual floodgate so to speak. Rob could hear the party as he was brought to an adjacent room with 5 other bottoms. Each was dressed in a pair of skin tight white briefs. A couple of staff members fastened leather slave collars to the bottoms and attached a leash. The bottoms were slammed and given a booty bump before being led out to the party and to the stage in the middle of the room. As Rob and the other bottoms reached the top of the stage, a voice boomed from the intercom system. “Boys – here are your slaves for the evening!” “There is no need to be gentle!” The crowd went wild as the staff paraded the bottoms around the stage by their leashes. The bottom slaves were all brought to the center and one by one their tighty whities were ripped off their bodies. Rob was last in line and when his briefs were removed, his hard 8” cock stood straight out. “Look at the faggot on the end,’ someone shouted from the crowd. “He’s hard as a rock, the faggot loves this!” Rob couldn’t deny it anymore, he was a cum dump. His world now revolved around being tweaked and used. When Rob was stripped and bent over at the waist, his ass hole winked at the crowd. Each of the bottoms was led to a separate fuck bench stationed around the room and tied down. Bright red lipstick was applied to their lips so they would leave a remembrance on any cock that fucked their faces. A majority of the students followed Rob to his station and jockeyed for position to be the first to fuck Rob’s ass. Rob howled in pleasure as the first college cock slammed into his ass. “Fuck me hard,” he screamed. The college stud really didn’t need encouragement, but Rob’s pleas did result in making the Top increase his already rapid fuck pace. The more he was fucked the more Rob begged. Rob’s verbal pleas added to the sexual frenzy in the room; just like blood in the water of a tank filled with hungry piranhas. .At some point someone called ‘” Shut the pathetic faggot up; someone shove something in his mouth." That something was a fat uncut cock. Rob was in pig heaven now that he had a cock in both ends and quickly milked a load into each of his holes. Those spent cocks were replaced by others and the process repeated itself. None of the college students were interested in a gentle fuck. They were there for one purpose and that was to get their rocks off quickly, drink some more and then fuck another ass. As would be expected, the college boys began to try to show off their sexual prowess and became more creative in their fuck style as the night progressed. There were those that would whoop and holler while slapping Rob’s bucking ass. Others would pull completely out, wiggle their cock and then thrust it back in. Rob took it all in stride and adjusted the way he worked those cocks with his ass for each and every fuck. The more he was fucked the more he wanted. He was truly addicted to cock. Rob couldn’t control his urges as he was drilled by cock after cock. As the night went on Rob was spat upon, slapped, verbally degraded and of course violently fucked. Rob’s ass and mouth were very popular. He took over twenty loads deep in his abused hole and swallowed at least as that many. About an hour before the party was to end, two staff members removed Rob’s bonds and escorted him to the wet area. “You’re the designated urinal now for the rest of the night,” he was told. “The boys are all going to need to empty their bladders before they head home.” Rob was bound in a squatting position and a funnel gag was secured in place. Within minutes the flow of piss down his gullet began. As his belly filled with the chemmed piss his head began to spin. The sight of his hard dripping cock while he was gulping down piss made the college boys impatient to wait their turn for the funnel. Soon he was being drenched by piss as well. Nick was watching the action on the video screen in the control room. Rob’s behavior tonight confirmed that he was ready for what was next. Nick started making calls on his cell phone to confirm the availability of some special guests for Rob’s pending celebration.

I was 18 and just about to leave college. I had done alright but as my disappointed father kept reminding me I could have done better. I had tried my best. I reserved all my Socialising to the weekends. My course work was my main priority and I hit the books every night. It was during one of these nights that my problems began. I was studying psychology. The tutor had set us a paper on the use of drugs as a sexual enhancement. Like all assignments I hit the books and good old Google. I was astonished at what I discovered and during that first night I was in a state of constant arousal. After I hit the sack I could not believe how wet I was and knocked out the fastest and most intense orgasm of my life. During lessons the next day I could not concentrate and did something I had never done. I skipped the last lesson to get home to find out more. As I said earlier I was 18 and still very much a virgin. I had never had a girlfriend and had spent most of my life knocking one out to straight porn. I did not consider myself gay but I did get turned on by all the delicious looking cocks in the showers after games. I thought this was natural and had done nothing about it. On the second night of research a link sent me to a gay chem sex video site. I was intrigued and opened the link. The page brought up a load of short videos of guys that were high and having sex. The first one showed a young Mediterranean boy about my age being given a pipe to smoke. After coughing a few times he managed to take some deep hits and then you could tell he was feeling good. You could see him change. You saw all his inhibitions drop and he could not wait to be fucked. It was amazing and I was hooked. I watched many such videos whilst completing my paper and over the following months I continued watching them. They took over my life. I found dozens of sights and watched loads and loads which caused my problems with my slipping grades. I knew what my problems were and I knew I was addicted and I reasoned with myself that the only way to cure my addiction was to face it head on. On the following Monday I spoke to Joe at school. He was a classmate who was known as the local stoner. He was high most of the time but he was so approachable. I asked him if he could get me some drugs. He asked which ones and I said I don't know. He looked at me and laughed but he could see I was worried about something. He told me not to worry and said that his parents were away the weekend and I should come round and stay over and we could do some experimenting. I thought this was a cool idea and readily agreed. On Friday after lessons I picked up my bag from home after promising my parents I would be responsible and be home by teatime on Sunday. I arrived at Joe's and he met me at the door in just his board shorts. I tried not to look at his body but he had a firm athletic body with a very noticeable 6 pack. He showed me where to drop my stuff and we headed out to the back yard. Once there we sat on a couple of loungers next to each other. He looked at me and said that he could hook me up with most drugs but let's start with some weed. He picked up a roll up from the table at the side. Lit it and took a deep drag. He held it for a while then let it out slowly. After a few failed attempts where I nearly coughed my lungs up I managed to do the same. I felt good. I felt relaxed. My nerves had gone and I felt comfortable in Joe's presence. He told me to go and get myself comfortable and get out of my jeans etc. I quickly changed into my shorts and returned to the back yard. Joe lit another spliff and I took it down like a seasoned pro. I could really feel this one and just laid back on the lounger. Joe then asked me what this was all about and before I knew it I had told him the whole story. He looked at me at first and then smiled. He lent over to me and gently kissed me on the cheek before saying Paul you have come to the right place. He then said before we go any further I want you to agree that what goes on here this weekend is strictly between us. I readily agreed. He told me to hold on and went into the house. He returned moments later with a pipe similar to those I had seen on the videos. He then proceeded to pack it with white crystals. He told me that this was the drug of choice of most gay men and it was called T. He understood that I was a virgin but it was obvious to him that I liked guys by the way I had been checking him out and the tent in my shorts. I quickly tried to hide it but he told me not to bother as he loved a nice cock and was hoping that he could make me feel good the weekend. He then proceeded to heat the pipe and melt the crystals. Rocking the bowl from side to side until the white smoke started to rise. He emptied his lungs and took a deep breath and held it. He then placed the pipe against my lips and heated it. I copied his actions and held it. We both released the breaths together and a white cloud engulfed our faces. We did this three more times and if I thought the weed made me feel good this T was something else. I felt warm. My whole body was tingling. A sheen of sweat covered my whole body. My hole was itching. Joe said let's get out of these shorts which we did. I saw his cock for the first time. It was standing to attention and looked massive. I locked my lips. I then realised my dick had become soft and Joe was quick to tell me that this was the drug and not to worry about it. He then asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. I did not reply but reached out and slowly took hold of the glistening rod. He let out a short moan and closed his eyes. I started rubbing it and he continued to moan. He then asked me if I had ever sucked a cock. I looked at him and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and tried to copy the videos I had seen. After a few false starts and a warning to cover my teeth I got into a good rythm. After about 20 minutes Joe stopped me so we could hit the pipe again. I was more than eager to have another hit. He then went onto explain about another way of taking T by inserting a piece up your ass. He asked me if I wanted to try which I agreed to. Firstly he explained that I had to clean myself out. We went indoors to the bathroom and he produced an enema kit and showed me how to use it. Normally I would have been embarrassed but I felt totally relaxed about the whole affair. He then led me into his bedroom and told me to lay on my back and pull my legs back so he could see my hole. He lubed up his finger and slowly entered me. It felt strange but in a nice way. He continued doing this and placed another finger in my hole. Satisfied that I was open enough he then took a shard of T and aced it on his finger tip. He then told me to pull my cheeks apart and he slowly placed the shard inside me. It felt rough and uncomfortable and then I could feel my inside start to burn. Joe reassured me whilst he continued to work his fingers in my hole. After about 10 minutes the burn had gone. My heart was pounding. I was sweating and my ass felt like it was the centre of the earth. Joe kept fingering my hole and added a third. Until know nothing had ever been put up my ass but here I was with three fingers and I was starting to push back for more. He asked me if I was feeling good and I told him yes. He asked me if I wanted to go to the next stage and when I asked what that was he said for him to fuck me. I did not think twice I just pushed my ass back onto his fingers in reply. He told me to hold still whilst he lubed his cock and said that he would enter me slowly. I felt him applying pressure to my hole and slowly pushing it in. It felt amazing it felt intense but I wanted it all and pushed right back until I had him all buried inside me. Whilst it was painful it was a good pain. I felt the burning again which I thought was normal but later found out that Joe had placed a shard on the head of his cock before entering me. The burn went and the desire rose.i started to push back and forth on Joe's cock. I needed to feel it deep inside me. He had released the beast and I was taking everything I could. I kept going like that for ages until Joe told me to stop. He pulled out and I tried to protest. He laughed and layed down on his back. He then said before we go any further you need to know that I'm positive. I don't wear condoms and I only fuck bareback. I'm also not on meds. So if I fuck my load into you then you could get pregnant. It is up to you. If you want to carry on you better jump on and ride my cock. I needed his cock. Nothing was gonna stop me. I straddled his cock. Aimed and slip myself down his rod in one move causing us both to moan out loud. I then started to ride him. It was like a bucking bronco. I could not get enough. I rode him for as long as I could before be bucked me off. He jumped up got me up onto my knees and rammed his cock home. He was increasing his pace and stated to groan. He told me he was about to come. I squeezed my ass muscles and I felt him ram his stick one more time and flood my insides with his hot molten seed. We both then collapsed on the bed with Joe still buried inside me. Joe fucked me another two times before he went soft. Each time as intense as the first. After the third time we drank some water then layed back on the bed and fell asleep in each others arms. When we awoke I felt Joe's cock was hard and he was slowly fucking me. This time it was slow it was more intimate. When he had finished he got up and ordered pizza. That did not last long. I was starving. Joe and I then lay there talking. He asked me if I had answered all my questions which I replied I had. He asked me if I was ok about him being pos which I felt strangely at peace about. He then asked me if I was ready for the next round and he could tell by the look on my face that I could not wait. He asked me if I wanted to change it up a gear and I asked him what he meant. He told me that I had tried T two ways but there was a third. I looked puzzled so he went to his bedside cabinet and pulled out a loaded needle. I looked worried. He explained that this was the most intense way to take T and he explained what would happen. He asked me if I trusted him and answered by holding my arm up. He placed a belt around my upper are and found a good vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger to get some blood. He then pressed the plunger slowly home. Once finished he took of the belt and placed my arm above my head. I felt the liquid climbing up my arm. I tasted a metallic taste and then wham. I was knocked onto my back. I felt like I could not breathe. I coughed quite a few times. I was just starting to panic when the coughing stopped and my body was engulfed in a warm sensation ending in my ass. The centre of my universe. I needed to be fucked hard and now. Joe laughed out loud and said a slut has been born. He made me wait whilst he slammed himself. He placed his cock in my hole and released the belt. He coughed and I felt his cock swell and he shot his load deep inside my guts. He then remained still whilst he rode his rush. Once it was over and he was at the same place as I was he then started to fuck me with his still hard cock. He fucked me for over an hour and then he had me lay on my back. He then slowly entered me. He pushed in slowly and pulled out slowly. This felt different. This felt magical. He kept this up. Varying the pace but always all the way in and all the way out. Hitting my prostrate each time. After about 20 minutes I could feel the tingle rise inside me and with a few more long strokes I had the most intense orgasm of my life. There was cum everywhere. Joe took some of my chest and fed it to me. I felt amazing. We continued to fuck all weekend and Joe slammed me twice more. I part of my promise to my parents and was home before teatime on Sunday. Although I had completed my assignment beforehand I felt that like all good academics I had thoroughly checked all the information it contained. Like all good researchers I am aiming to continue my research next week at Joe's when he said we can start lesson two.

I've always dreamed of being passed around to random strangers. I met a long-distance trucker over bbrt and had some time off due so we decided on a "load-trip." He picked me up on a Tuesday afternoon and went through the bag I packed. I had followed his instructions and only packed mesh workout shorts, a pair of snap-off warm-up pants like basketball players wear, a few t-shirts and all of my sex toys. After he checked the bag, he tied me to the bed and bred me twice. When he was done, I cleaned his cock and he fed me his loads from my pussy. He left for a while and returned with a small, metal chastity device and a bowl of ice. He soaked my cock and balls in the ice until I was completely soft and whimpering at which time he locked my tiny dick up. After that, we left in his truck. As soon as we were in the truck, he took my jeans and said I'd get them back at the end of the trip. He pushed a huge plug up my ass and I sat naked in his truck leaving home. We stopped at a truck stop that evening and he made me put on the warm-up pants without a shirt or shoes and sent me to another truck in the lot. The driver was a huge black man and as soon as I got in his truck he turned me around, yanked the back of my pants, causing all of the snaps to come undone and expose my plugged hole. He pulled the plug out without any warning and shoved it in my mouth. He shoved his massive cock in my hole and started fucking me hard and fast until he dumped his load in my hole. Again, I cleaned his dick and he told me to go to a different truck in the lot. When I went to snap my pants back up, he said don't bother and made me walk across the lot to another truck with the plug in my mouth and my ass hanging out, dripping cum. I ran to the other truck where the driver tied me up in the back. He fucked me and dumped a load in me too before sending me back to my master. I got used to the routine but after a few days and even got used to the cum stains in my shorts and the locked cock had me horny 24/7. My master said he had a special treat planned for the end of the week before I had to head home. We went to a friends house, where I was tied up over a sawhorse in a barn. I was gagged and had a hood placed over my head so I couldn't see or say anything. He whispered that the good news was I wouldn't have to clean the dicks after they fucked me but he'd "make up for it." He apparently invited every trucker and anonymous top he could find. I could hear people talking and laughing in the background but couldn't tell what anyone was saying. I felt someone rubbing my hole with a liquid which I at first thought was lube. However, I soon realized it was much worse and as the first cock shoved into me, he whispered that it was GOJO lava soap. By the time he was done, I was crying hard and had my first load. His cock was quickly replaced with another and another. I'm not sure how many loads I took that night. I blacked out a few times to be woken up by a cock shoving deep into my pussy. When they were done fucking me, I was untied and fell to the floor. The gag was removed and I was told to lick the cum I spilled off the floor. It felt like I drank gallons of cum. After I cleaned up my mess, I was told my work wasn't quite done yet. I was told to get on all fours, face-down ass-up on the floor in the middle of the room. When I did, I saw my master bring out an aluminum baseball bat. I knew I was in for it now. He worked the bat into my hole slowly and then fucked me with it. Everyone was laughing at my pain and when he pulled the bat out, guys lined up and took turns pissing in my gaping hole. When it was over, a massive plug was shoved in my ass and I was told I was saving snacks for later. After all this, I thought my day was over, but I had to serve everyone there beers and snacks while they hung out and joked about what a cumdump faggot I am. Eventually, someone grabbed a large dog food bowl and made me squat over it. As I was squatting, the plug fell out and all of the piss and cum flooded out of my hole into the dog bowl. I was made to eat and lick the bowl clean. We rode back toward my town after that night. It took three days and he continued to pimp me out the entire way. I served as a glory hole cumdump at a dirty bookstore off the interstate. When we got close to town, he said he didn't have a load in town so I would be catching a ride with a friend of his the rest of the way. He pumped his last load in me on the side of a back highway where I switched trucks. The new guy seemed nice at first. However, that night he forced his cock in me and fucked me like the piece of shit faggot he called me. When he was done, and we were back in town, he dropped me off on the other side of town and took the last cash I had, "for the lift" so I'd have to walk all the way home. I asked if he had my jeans or the key to my lock, which he made me call my "clit cage." He laughed and said I was stupid for forgetting when I switched trucks. I've been caged now for over a year. My truck-driving master comes to town every once in a while and almost all my vacations are spent over-the-road now and I wouldn't trade anything.

Joe left the room and shortly returned with his dealer. Still before me was a tall black Adonis. He let fisting eyes go over my body. He smiled. He told Joe that he had done good and that he was going to enjoy using my hole. He asked if I was poz and Joe replied with a laugh saying we are working on that. The Dealer , Daz, laughed out loud again and said that by the time he had finished today there would be no doubt. Daz looked me in the eye and slowly took his clothes of. He stood before me showing his hot body. Then I saw it. I gasped. Between his legs hung a large black cobra. He was massive. Daz said do you think you can handle all 12inches boi. I just smiled and licked my lips. Daz then reached into his trouser pockets on the floor. He brought out a little black bag. He emptied it out. There was a bag of crystal, some points and a massive piercing. I watched as Joe picked up the piercing and threaded it through the head of his foot long snake. He then secured it with an agreeable looking spike. I knew that this was gonna hurt and I couldn't wait. Daz asked Joe how much meth he had given me. Joe told him a quarter and confirmed that it was the largest I had taken so far. Daz smiled and picked up a point. He looked at me and asked if I was ready to take his load. I nodded. I could not wait. Daz tied of my left arm and then picked up a needle. He pierced my skin and drew back to get a register. I was surprised when he then tied of my right arm, picked up another point and did the same thing. He then looked me in the eye. Released the ties and pushed the plungers down as one. The taste was strong. My heartbeat started to go ten to the dozed. Me chest felt like it was grabbed in a vice like grip. I started to panic. Then I coughed. Not just 3 or 4 times like normal but I Coulthard for a good minute. Then the rush. My ears started ringing my sight went multichromed and blurred. My body became warm and I felt it wash over me. God this was good. I was flying. Daz looked at me and asked if I was feeling good. I could not talk but just moaned. My ass needed him desperately. I could not move but kept trying to raise my ass. Daz said to Joe to put his cock in my Mouth. Give him something to suck on. Daz looked at my hole and could see it winking at him. He reached for the bag of crystal. I was flying like never before but he placed the schards at my hole and roughly pushed them in. He worked then deep and I could feel him tearing up my hole. My high increased. He then placed his cock at my hole. He told me to look at him. It was hard to concentrate. I needed filling. I was desperate. Daz slapped my face and told me to focus. I looked deep into his eyes and then in one thrust he buried his foot long rod deep into my hole until he was ball deep. I screamed out loud. Joe's cock muffled the noise . I could feel that dazs cock had caused some damage but I wanted more. Daz pulled back to the enterance and then plunged in again. The pain felt good. I wanted him and I could not get enough. Daz fucked me for over an hour and I felt him flood my hole at least 3 times. He then pulled out and his cum started to run out. My hole bleeding. Daz told Joe to fuck me. Joe pulled his cock out of my mouth where I had been nursing it. He looked at my hole. High fives Daz and plunged his cock into my hole. I moaned. Daz came round to my face. I knew what he wanted. He put his dick against my lips. I opened my mouth and he started to feed me. I could taste all of my juices. I could feel the piercing scraping my throat. One Daz was deep inside my throat he told Joe to stay still. He tied of Joe's arm and his own. He then put a needle in Joe's arm and pulled back to get a register. He then put about a quarter of the contents in Joe's arm. He then placed the same need in his arm. Pulled back to get his register and again put about a quarter in his arm. They then pulled of the ties and coughed. Then then rode their rush. Daz then tied of my arm and placed the needle in my arm. He pulled back, got a register and emptied the contents in my arm. The tie was pulled of and I coughed again. I was really flying now. Joe and Daz then fucked my holes. I don't know how long it went on for as I was in a euphoric state. I had never felt so good in my life. When Joe and Daz had finished they both pulled out. My hole was plugged by a massive butt plug and I was untied and taken to the bedroom and layed down. Daz then said to Joe that I was one hot slut. He said that he had given me a full point the first time and .5 the second time. He said I would be flying for a good while yet. He said that I need to be kept hydrated . He then told Joe that he had some bottles made up in his bag which had been laced with G. I was fed one of these and laid back down. I wanted to be fucked again. The plug was not fulfilling my needs and Daz could see it. Daz asked Joe if he minded if he got some of his sellers over to give them a treat for all there hard work. Joe smiled and agreed. Daz got onto his phone and sent a few text. The first reply was within a minute. Daz said the first guy would be here in 10 minutes. Daz confirmed that the G would start to work about the same time. In my drugged up state I could not speak but I knew this amazing night was going to get better still. I could not wait

The following week passed in a blur. I just did everything on autopilot remembering the life changing weekend I had the previous weekend. On Friday I skipped classes altogether and made sure that I was ready inside and out for my next lesson with Joe. I arrived dead on time in my board shorts and vest. I did not put any underwear on as I would have struggled to keep my raging hard on under wraps. As soon as I entered the house Joe ordered me to strip. He then asked me if I wanted to learn more which I eagerly replied that I did. He immediately pulled out a loaded needle, tied of my arm and proceeded to slam me. As he removed the tie the chemical taste hit the back of my throat and I started coughing out. After my body got that warm feeling all over followed by my ass starting to scream to be fucked. I dropped to my knees to take Joe's massive cock down my throat but he stepped back. He could see the want, the lust in my eyes but he kept me at arm's length. Instead he got me off my knees and guided me to the living room. The TV was showing BB porn and in the middle of the room was a padded fuck bench. I was led over to this and laid down on it. Joe then proceeded to secure my hands and feet to each corner. Once he realised I was secure he then started toLube my hole. He placed a finger at a time in my hole slowly working me open. I felt the familiar burn and realise I was being ripped up. Joe then stood and placed his throbbing cock at my enterance. He then slowly but forcefully pushed his monster cock into my hole making me moan out loud. He then proceeded to fuck me long n hard for about 30 minutes before announcing he was going to shoot his deadly load into my eager hole. He ploughed in two more times and let out a massive road as he released his poz seed deep into my hole. He slowly withdrew his cock and placed a large black butt plug in my hole. He then went on to tell me he had a surprise for me. He said that if I truly wanted to be a cum dump then I had to take more than just his load. He then said that as I was so hot that he had told his dealer about me . The dealer wanted to come over and fuck me. I readily agreed and Joe said good as he was already waiting in the next room.

@ErosWired - I thought I was the only bottom who thought like that! Yes, it WOULD be great for all us bottoms to share the wealth. Unfortunately, I've run into more than my share of "that's MY cock" bottoms who look at you like you're competing for the Miss America crown?!? True, I try to get as much cock as I can at these events, but I don't want to be seen as one of THOSE bottoms. I also know that I'm not everyone's cup of tea, so I respect those that decline my offer (hopefully gently). The problem for the big events like this is that the energy CAN change depending where you are. I try my best to share and to improve the energy of all play parties I attend. I make sure I vacate the sling or fuckbench if I don't have a partner. I actively encourage others while they're fucking (I have found that a lot of tops love to hear others appreciate their technique). I share my poppers with those needing a boost. I'll hand lube to tops or bottoms. I'll help others into and out of slings. I'll join in, when given the OK. I'll just watch when not. I agree with @FelchingPisserthat the energy at an smaller group or orgy tends to be different (and better in my opinion). I feed off of another bottom getting bred. It makes everything else that much hotter. I love to watch and join and enjoy their sex as much as my own. Don't get me wrong, I want a cock or 20 in my hole too, but while my hole is in between tops, I can enjoy someone else's fuck.

It all started on Grindr. I was looking for a dominant top to experiment with my submissive side, and found the perfect fit. He was 6'3'', 30 years older than me, with an amazing 9" perfectly proportioned cock, and was looking for submissive boys. He would be able to dominant my 5'3'' 115 frame without breaking a sweat. The first encounter we had was at my place where he wanted to find out if I was submissive enough for him before bringing me to his place. He ordered me to the bedroom and for me to strip down to a jockstrap. as he examined me, he asked what my limits would be and I said that I only play safe, and had never had a raw cock up my hole before. He stated that he preferred to play bare, but would respect my decision (knowing full well what he was going to do in the future with me). He then ordered me onto the bed and my knees as he restrained my wrists behind my back, and my mouth open with a mouth cage. I got rock hard and he said "I can tell you are going to enjoy this" and rubbed on my hard cock. He then stripped down and unveiled his massive cock and started hitting my face with it. I then preceded to worship his amazing cock as he started playing with my ass. He said the first time that he fucks me he wanted me at his place to get the full submissive experience, so we finished off with him shooting his load over my face and setting up a time for our next encounter. Just a couple days later, its time, and he picks me up to take me over to his house. As soon as we get inside, his immediately starts ordering me around; to get naked and lie face down on his four post bed. He immediately starts placing cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and then attaching them to the bed so I am completely restrained. Next he says 'open your mouth' and sticks in a ball gag. The last thing he does is put a leather collar with a lease around my neck. At this point my cock is leaking precum, and i finally realize the role in life i was meant to play; a boytoy for alpha men! He starts to open my hole with some toys, and then grabs a condom from the bedside table. His cock feels absolutely amazing as he starts to slowly go deeper and deeper, as I moan with each thrust. All of a sudden, he puts a blindfold over me, he pulls out, and I feel something get set on my lower back; he had removed the condom. He then goes back to fucking me, now thrusting faster and faster, and it felt even more amazing than before. He grunts, and smacks my ass as I can feel his cock expand as he shoots a load deep in my ass, and then collapses on top of me. As he slowly pulls out, and his cum drips out of my ass he says "Damn that ass looks amazing with my cum coming out of it". Never even bringing up the fact that I had told him I only played safe. I was in such a post fuck daze that I wasn't even thinking about anything but how amazing it felt and that I had found my place. I should have known that getting bred was going to happen in that situation. Maybe in the back of my mind I knew it was going to happen, and that I wanted it to happen. Oh well, it turned me on to barebacking! Was the best sex I had ever had and can't wait to be strapped down to his bed again. Next time he said to expect to be there until he has my ass completely full of cum, and that my ass completely belonged to him now. As he drove me home he firmly placed his hand on the back of my neck and asked what I thought about him finding others to join next time, and I replied "I don't think that is my decision to make sir" to which he replied, "good boy! You are going to be my little slut taking cock I bring you!" wish me luck!

Hey bud, reading this I felt like it was something I had written. Can so relate to it. My ex (we were together for 12 years) was poz, and I'm neg. He's the first person who made me realize, and take, the reality that I was meant to be a bottom and not the top I had previously been. There was no turning back since then. We knew the risks up front but made the agreement that as long as he pulled out before cumming, there was a likelihood it would be "okay", i.e. safer. I could never stand rubbers as a top - something just made me lose hardness. Anyway, we fucked regularly, often and everywhere - raw- but somehow I was always unfulfilled or disappointed in a way, that he couldn't breed me. While I didn't want to convert to poz, I so wanted to feel him breeding me, and to be able to look into his eyes as he was doing so. To me it's the real way that natural manimal mating is meant to be. One or two times over the years he wasn't able to hold back and realized he was cumming inside me and quickly pulled out. Because we never were really able to finish it with total completion I always felt something empty, but understood the deal, and the consequences. I always thought "If I'm going to get 'it' from anyone, I'd rather it be from him." Anyway, I've been fucked often (never enough) and bred by neg guys (how are you ever sure?), so far lucky, but still love that intimacy or reality or lust, whatever, of being bred. Just thought I'd share since I thought you might relate. ;-)

I just recently moved to Jacksonville Florida and within my first 60 days i have atleast 10 different breeding sessions with BBC. The one that stands out the most is almost 10" and thick as a water bottle. It takes plenty of poppers and alot lube to get him in but once there he rocks my world. He does not fuck like a thug, but does know how to work a hole with his long deep strokes and just fucking my hole with the head of his cock. He has gapped very well after he is done and when he shoots he can fill up a shot glass. BBC is def becoming a favorite

Was in a local sauna with . darkroom. An older guy with a harness passed me in the corridor and grabbed my balls.. the salt and pepper thin got me going, then he hooked my ass with hs finger and pulled me into a cabin. He blindfolded me and and starting going for my prostate with his finger. He succeeded. Then he spun me around a few times and said let's go to the darkroom. He guided me out spun me a for more times and led me through the corridors to the darkroom. he stripped off my towel and had me get down on all fours. It was a turn on he proceeded to fuck my hole to shreds. I could hear other guys around us. He blew a load up my hole and let a couple of other guys fuck me. After the third guy came a fourth guy mounted me and pulled off the blindfold. We weren'tin a darkroom. The guy had me on all fours in a lounge area that was fully lit. He came fast and then milked me like a cow. one other guy fucked me after that. I was kind of embarrassed but also turned on. Two other guys who were watching came by my room later and dump loads in my ass .

Yesterday went to crusing area near busy motorway interchange,walked round in the wooded area. Far more discarded lube sachets than condom wrappers , a sure sign of barebacking. Had arranged to meet bottom who I fucked last week , he messaged and said that he wanted to have my daddy lick and load again. i told him to wear jocks. i arrived first ,when he arrived we went deep in to the woods , lots of cover. He was straight on his knees sucking on my already hard cock,I forced his head down till he gagged. i started feeling his ass ,and when lubed with spit got a couple of fingers in him,he was in heaven. I spun him round,pushed him against a tree and ( literally) fucked the shit out of him. I put a 3 day load in him. As I pulled out a big gob of cum landed on the grass

Part 14 Home Slice Damn, what a hot fuck session Robbie and I had those couple hours. Dante finally stopped us reminding me that we need to get me some me clothes and had an appointment at the car dealers. I really didn't want him spending all this money on me, especially on a car. Robbie’s actions and aggressiveness surprised me. In the limited time we interacted I took him to be more like me, more of a bottom, but then again, I recently discovered the joy of topping. We left a naked Robbie in the condo with a few of the crew and I knew he was going to continue to fuck turn whomever would fuck him. Dante filled me in on Robbie as we drove to the mall. Dante I had forgotten that Robbie was versatile. When I first met him he was hanging out with a couple of my guys willing to let any of them fuck and breed him. I knew he was bug chasing, never knew the real reason until the plan to poz Jeremy was hatched. Jeremy had wanted to stealth bread Jeremy ever since he was pozzed a couple months back, but was never able to pull it off. I let him know that the first poz load into Jeremy’s neg cunt belonged to b Home Slice for what he did to him, but that he could deliver the second load. He let me know that he’d be satisfied watching Chris breed his suck up ass and then have to take his dirty load after. On our way over to the mall, I filled Home Slice in on Robbie. We parked at the mall and headed to the only store I shop at Abercrombie and Fitch. I could tell something was on Home Slice’s mind even before he sspok, “Dante, you don’t need to spend this much money on my clothes, I’d be happy with clothes from Walmart or Target . even the GAP’s clothes are ok with me.” I made sue he knew that the money didn’t matter to me, he really had no idea how much cash I have stashed away in multiple banks in different countries around the world in case I ever needed to run from the law. I told him, “Don’t worry about the money Home Slice, you see that I always have the nicest clothes to wear and you should too. You’re living with me now and I want you looking damn good where ever you go. You know I love you and I know you love me too. So when we get in the store you might see a could guys you think you know, but you don't, got it?” He nodded ‘yes’ and answered, “Got it.” The store manager is one of my biggest sellers and all of his employees have at some point sampled the ‘goods' and whether straight, bi or gay have all been fucked by him while high. Of course a number of them he pozzed, some escaped that fate only to succumb to his poz cock eventually as they craved to Tina and his cock in their assess. He greeted me, I explained the situation, and told Home Since, “Have fun and pick out what you want to wear. I may pick out a few things I want you to see you wearing. And as your your underwear, I’ve already ordered a bunch of Andrew Christian boxer briefs in you size, I every color with multiple pair in a select few I like to see you wear.” Home Slice For the next two hours I tried on jeans, khakis, shorts and shirts of all kinds. There were several I really liked. When he came time to pay for the clothes one of the sales associates said he wanted to show me something and led me to a back room. Before I knew it he was on his knees getting ready to suck my cock as he told me, “My manger told me that Dante wanted me to give you a blow job for all the clothes you’re buying.” This kid was taking my 7” down you the root when I finally remembered where I had seen (struck met) him before. It was the day I was taught the art of the for job. He was just as good as the time he was teaching me by sucking my cock then, of it was for the Tina in my system I probably would have been my load in a couple minutes instead of the 20 it took him to eat my cum. After he was done he told me, “I wish you and I could party-n-play sometime.” I answered him, “You never know, I can ask Dante.” He got a panicked look on his face pleading with me, “Please don’t say anything, if Randy (the store manager) was to find out that I said anything to you, I might get fired. I need the job to afford my own place.” I promise him, “I won’t say a word to anyone” He led me back to the front of the store where Dante was waiting for me, but I didn’t see the clothes. He quickly said, “The manager is having a couple of his employees are taking you new threads over to the condo. We have one more stop to make.” Dante As we dove over to the car lot I asked him, “Did you enjoy your for job?” He nodded ‘Yes’, and I then asked, “You know half of those boys are jealous of you, the other half want to party with you.” We pulled into the car dealers lot. Home Slice commented, “Looks like he’s closed.” I laughed, “Yeah, it is, but not to us. This guy does a lot of our ‘transportation’.” My connection at the dealership was the owner, who came out as I parked my car. See greeted each other and I introduce Home Slice (using his given have Chris). He reached out to shake his hand and said, “Based on what Dante told me I pulled a few cars for you to look at, and if you don’t see what you like we can go through the lot into we find what you want to drive.” He led us over to a group of a half dozen cars. I could tell the minute be saw this one particular truck he was going to want it, but I knew he’d think it was gong to cost me money. I never pay for a car for this guy, so whatever car to chooses is his period.. The car that I wanted him to have was a 2016 Cadillac Escalade that was loaded. He wanted by that car first, pausing by the Cadillac before looking the other cars over, every so often looking over at the Caddy or walking by the car with a ‘wanting’ glance. He asked about each car except the Caddy. I then asked him, “What about the Escalade here, this is a nice ride.” He walked over to the Caddy, opened the door, looked inside and said, “This car is too expensive. You already spent too much on my clothes.” I joined him at the car’s door, leaned in and whispered to him, “Don’t worry Home Slice, the car won’t cost me a dime. Pick out what you want.” He got a smile on his face, climbed in the Caddy and asked, “Can I take it for a test drive?” The dealership owner said, “It has a push button start, here the remote that needs to be in the car for it to start.” I climbed I when him as we drove around a few minutes before heading back to the dealership. I asked him, “You look the Caddy?” He started to cry and through his sobs he tried to say, “I'm sorry you have to do an this for me.” I let him know, “None of what your father did is anyone’s can't but Jeremy’s, and he's going to get his, and you’re the one who's gong to give it to him. Now let's get you this car.” We finished up business and headed back to the condo. Since he was now going to be living with me I had him park in the garage. We headed in to find a high as a kite Robbie getting gang banged by a good number of my crew, both gay and straight. We exchanged glances and headed to my bedroom. I showed him the spare closet where his clothes were now neatly hanging. He thanked me, dropped to his knee, pulled my cock out and began giving me one hell of a blow job. I didn't think I’d last that long, to be honest, I didn’t want to, we had a pizza being delivered. And I didn’t hold back giving him a big load to swallow since I hadn’t cum in a week.

Part 3: Cherry popped Once inside my life forever changed. Tom asked me to call him Daddy from this point on. And I had no problem with that. Daddy and I kissed passionately while we undressed each other. That's when I noticed a scorpion tattoo I had not noticed before. Daddy explained what it meant that he had HIV and said he wanted to share his gift with me. Instead of being scared I got excited and involuntarily shot a load of cum on the floor. Daddy then kissed me again as we made our way to what was to become our bedroom. Daddy laid me on the bed on my stomach and started eating my ass out preparing me for his huge cock. Daddy took his time and slowly worked his fingers in and out until I was taking four fingers with ease. My cock was rock hard again and so was Daddy's. He lubed up his cock and slowly slid it inside my aching ass. It hurt like hell at first but after a few minutes I was moaning like a cheap whore. Daddy went slow and was hitting my prostate perfectly. Since Daddy had already cum once he had great stamina. He would alternate between slow strokes to fast strokes which was driving me insane. Before I knew it I shot a load of cum into the mattress without touching my cock. This caused my asshole to tighten and Daddy shot a huge load in my ass. I was now injected with Daddy's gift. I used my ass muscles to milk Daddy's cock clean. Upon doing so I kept Daddy hard. Daddy got off of me and laid on his back while I got on top and rode his cock. I took my time enjoying every delicious inch of Daddy. I positioned myself so Daddy's cock rubbed my prostate at all times. I shot my third load of the night and still hadn't touched my own cock. Again this made Daddy's cock explode inside my ass and again he shot another huge load of cum. I fell against Daddy's chest exhausted. We kissed again and without asking me to I went down and cleaned Daddy's cock before snuggling up next to him for the night. I had taken three poz loads from Daddy in a few hours and I was so happy to receive Daddy's graduation gift to his new son. Saturday morning brings more sex and facing mom looking like a slut.

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

**This is a scenario of complete fiction** Got an e-mail from a guy the other day saying he saw my online profile about wanting minor STDs. He said he was clean except for a really bad case of crabs and wanted to share it with me through a gloryhole. I agreed. To make me feel more of a slut, i dressed as a woman. Fake tan, make-up, and sexy clothes leaving little to the imagination. I arrived early at the designated meeting spot in a dirty disused public toilet. The only light came from a distant street lamp outside shining through a small hole in the roof. It was enough to see but only just, so gave the place a really seedy atmosphere. Once i entered the cubicle with the gloryhole it was obvious this was a popular place for this sort of thing, with dirt, grime and used condoms all over the floor and toilet seat. I hadn't waited long when i heard someone walking in... was this my guy?. Wasting no time he entered the cubicle next to mine and shoved his cock through the gloryhole. From what i could make out he was overweight and very hairy. I inspected his cock and could see what looked like dandruff and particles entwined all over his smelly and hairy cock, balls and pubic hair. This guy had crabs for sure. I took out my cock and rubbed it against his. Wanking them together, taking special care to rub my pubic area against his. I then turned around and reversed my arse onto his dirty cock. He was big but i managed to take all his length and press my arse up against his pubic area to increase my chances of catching crabs. He didn't last too long but shot a huge load up me. Then, unexpectedly he reached through the gloryhole with his hand and began groping my arse cheek. Seemed odd but different people do different things. Once i got home to clean myself up i noticed the cum dripping down my leg and out my arse was a dirty yellow colour. This guy definatly had something other than crabs. I then noticed a plaster stuck to my bum cheek where the guy had groped me afterwards. I had felt it there earlier but just thought it was some dried cum on me. After i peeled the plaster off, i saw written on it in small writing "welcome to the brotherhood, you're POZ now"

Always up for swapping piss with other dirty men. Outdoors in jeans and boots

(Though this question is specifically for bottoms who attended CumUnion at Indianapolis this weekend and last month, what I'm wondering and may suggest could be applicable to events elsewhere.) Hey, my brothers-in-bottomdom, if you went to CumUnion Indianapolis this last weekend or the one in February (I omit January because of the weather) to provide your ass to Tops, how did you fare? I know you were there, because I overheard one man say, "A lot of holes and not enough cocks to stick into 'em." I didn't make it to January's kick-off, but I went to both the February event and this weekend, and gave good service both times. I usually go in early on Saturday morning and don't leave until around 3:00 am on Sunday. In February I was fucked 22 times. I'm not sure how many actual loads there were, because some Tops were saving themselves for later and didn't let themselves blow in me, but unlike some, I count my success rate in ass surrendered, not loads received. This weekend I was fucked right around the same number of times, but I can't be absolutely sure because someone started marking the number of times I was fucked on my ass with a sharpie pen, and while most followed suit not everyone did, so the visual tally doesn't balance with my remembered estimate. The latter is, however, questionable because there were a couple of times when things happened so fast I lost track. Anyway. Good times. So, how was it for you? Did you have good luck getting laid? The fact that I got bred somewhere around 22 times at an event that someone described as having too many bottoms and not enough Tops made me worry a little bit that I might be getting more than my fair share. I hope I'm wrong, and that everyone went home fulfilled. (I, as it happens, did not - I'm cursed with an honest-to-God insatiable ass and cannot get enough fucking, but that's my problem, not yours.) Admittedly, I do a lot of preparation to make sure I'm noticed, and I do work hard at seduction (I laugh in irony; me, seductive? ha), and I do work hard to earn a reputation for good ass (I hope). But I don't want to become a party-spoiler for other people. I suspect that some men don't always get what they're hoping for, and may become unhappy when they see other bottoms drawing Tops' attention. This weekend, I had taped a little note to the door of my room at the bathhouse that read "Sudden Breeding Encouraged". Right after my first (open-door and somewhat vocal) breeding, I noticed that someone had pulled off my note and thrown it in the garbage bin outside in the corridor. There is no rule in the bathhouse against putting a note on your door, so no staff person would have done it. I believe that at an event with as much meat on the hoof as CumUnion, a sense of dissatisfaction should be unnecessary. If there is a consensus that cock is not being well-distributed (yes, Tops, I'm talking about you as though you aren't reading this, as though you are just objectified pieces of USDA Grade-A Angus beef that we all covet, and you know you love it, so hush) I propose that we organize - it's a party, after all. We should set a time or times to gather bottoms in a specific location like the upstairs video room and get down to it together. That way, all the cock that wants to fuck will have to gather in one place, all the options will be in one place, all the action will be visible (and audible) to everyone, will bring out the vers in people who switch, and - oh, look - I think I just described an orgy. I think that's everyone's best chance at getting banged. It might possibly interrupt the raffle, but that's a chance I'm willing to take. You?

There was some fully-developed sun sneaking in the blinds when I first opened my eyes. What time was it? I was still too tired to try and lift my head to look at my clock radio. I tumbled back down into the dream I was having. "Hey, Sleepy Head! It's almost 2 in the afternoon." There's was something so loving in that deep, redneck voice of his. I was happy to be awake and be with Bull. "How long have you been awake?" "Couple of hours. I had some shopping to do." There was a crinkling of bags. I hope he brought something to eat because I was starving. I got up from bed and put on a t-shirt and some shorts. The only pain I had was in the parts of my scalp where Bull had torn out patches of hair. I was also thirsty as hell. "What did you buy?" He started opening sacks and handing me things. A weird kind of soda I'd never had before. Bubble Up? I'd never had that before. It was cold and pretty good. I drained it fast but he had three more. "Thank you. I must be a little dehydrated." "I brought us a late lunch too. We'll eat after you come back to life a little." The biggest bag was from Macy's. "What's that? Clothes?" "Naw. I woke up this morning and saw what a bloody mess your pillows and sheets were, so I got some snazzy new bedding for you." Wow. "That's so nice of you." "Well, I'm sorry about slicing you up so bad. I got carried away. I knew I had to make it up to you somehow." "Is it that bad?" I couldn't make myself turn around to look "Not so bad. Look at what else I did..." He gestured toward the wall where I saw that he'd unpacked his big TV and hooked it up to the cable outlet. "We can watch it now -- as long as the volume isn't too loud. And not 'Roseanne'. That broad's voice makes me want to break stuff." I'd always that she was funny, but now I wasn't so sure. "How do I look? Bad?" "It looks worse than it really is. I'll clean you up a little and you'll be fine." He changed my bedding and then left the room with the messed up stuff that was there. He came back with a damp washcloth and wiped the dried blood off my face. "See? You don't look so bad at all. I bought some antiseptic cream that you can smear on the scratches." "What about my hair?" "You've got nice, thick hair that I can help you fix up and cover the skin showing. And if that doesn't work.....Ta Da!" He held up a new Boston Red Sox cap. "How'd you know that they're my favorite team?" "I guessed." He put it on my head and then switched on the TV. "I'm starving. Let's eat!" He'd bought two big bags of tacos and burritos from a nearby restaurant that had a great reputation. We ate while some Clint Eastwood movie was on the TV screen. I loved watching Bull attack the food like a wild boar. My man. I skipped the hot sauce because I knew it would irritate the sores in my mouth. It was good though. I felt good. "Hey Bull.." "Yeah?" "I had a really fun time last night, but I don't want to drink again for awhile." I told him about my deceased uncle while he nodded sympathetically. "Anybody else in your family a drinker? It's genetic. My dad and both of his sisters are major alcoholics. Wild Turkey. Holidays are wild when we all get together." A thought formed. "So are you going home for Thanksgiving?" "Naw. My parents usually travel during this time of year. What about you? Connecticut must be really beautiful this time of year." Oh, it really is. "It was all up in the air the last time I spoke to my parents. It's an expensive flight from here to Hartford, and I'll be home for Winter break soon anyway. I know Dad would shell out for a ticket if I really wanted to come home but I think I just want to stay here." "You sure?" His face had brightened considerably. "Yeah. It's a bullshit holiday and there's always some sort of argument when each of us get a turn to say what we're thankful for." "Why? What are you grateful about? What would you say?" I wanted to say 'you', but maybe it was too soon for that. "I'd say I was grateful that Clinton won the election...and my bible-thumping aunt would call him a 'baby killer' or something. And my poor mother would get upset, keep silent and try to tear her cloth napkin in two." "Well, we'll have our own Thanksgiving here. You and me." "Great. I don't look forward to telling my mom, but I'll deal with it. What about Christmas? You're going back to Texas then, right?" "Doubt it. I'd just be there in a big empty house while my family's in The Bahamas." "You could come back to Connecticut with me." The expression on his face was like I'd handed him a million dollars. "Really? For real? I think I'd love that." "Cool. I'm missing my Design 1 class right now. She talks so much and I can't understand any of the points she's trying to make. Artists." "I'm missing Biology. So what? It's Friday. Everybody with a life has called it a week already." By that Sunday, I finally looked at myself in the mirror. I'd successfully gone to the bathroom several times without bothering to get a glimpse of my face. But now... SHIT! Most of the scratches were pink and fading, but there was one long scab that went from my upper lip all the way up to my right nostril. I wouldn't go to classes for another few days. Bull told me to wear the bill of my cap low and fix a rough expression on my face. He said everybody would just assumed I was a tough guy who'd been in a bar fight. The hair was still not fixable at this stage. Big deal. By the week of Thanksgiving, you see and feel the air being drained away from 1991. I went to classes that Wednesday because I wanted to find out all the stuff I was behind in after my little 'vacation'. My face was looking almost normal and I never left the room without my hat on. I took note of what I needed to do before finals. I'd have time to get all the shit done. I actually cared more about Bull than my education. We hadn't done anything since that monumental night. I would have done anything he wanted, but I just waited like a puppy begging to go out for a walk. He finally lumbered back into the room, all smiles and carrying some takeout BBQ. He'd been bringing me food because he knew how embarrassed I was about showing my face under the harsh lights of the dining hall. I also think he was also trying to fatten me up, but didn't come right out and say anything of the sort. Whatever. I was just happy to see him. "Hey! Mom sent me a little card today. She wrote a short note and insisted I go eat a decent meal for Thanksgiving. She included a check for a hundred bucks." "That was nice of her." He couldn't be less impressed. "I endorsed it already. Take it. I want you to have it." He was astonished. "I..Why?" "You've spent a lot of money on me. It's the least I can do." "No way. I'm a trust fund kid, remember? I owe you for the stuff I did to your hair and face. Either cash it yourself or I'll rip it up. Seriously, Babe." "OK. You're the boss." "Damn straight. But thank you. Now I have a surprise for you. We're not spending the long weekend here...we're staying in a nice hotel. For four days! We can pack and go tonight." "What? Really?" "The Eldrick, downtown. That big stone building? Remember? Pure luxury and relaxation." "Wow. I can't wait. What time do we check in?" "Now. Let's eat and get ready. Make sure to bring your drawing stuff." His voice had a grin inside of it. I packed some clothes I thought would make me look like I belonged in a fancy hotel. I'd be wearing a baseball hat, but maybe people would just think I was going bald...or that I was eccentric. I was fine with either one. Bull didn't bring much, but he did pack away his nicest cowboy boots. They were expensive, black and sexy as hell. I was so glad that the little hard knot of homesickness in my heart had loosened. I missed my folks and my dog the most. Also, just being home. You can miss people and places you never thought you would. The hotel suite was so much nicer than I'd even imagined. It was like a large living room with a king sized bed in it. Bull was ordering room service before he even bothered to unpack. That night we got good and plastered on some really nice spiced rum he'd brought with him. I'd wanted to mix it with Diet Coke, but Bull had forbidden me anything 'diet'. Even as we drank and talked happily, I kept wondering if we going to do some drawing tonight. He wasn't sending any signals so I just enjoyed the evening for what it was. The bed was so comfortable that we didn't stay awake long enough to watch anything dumb on TV. When I woke up from a perfect sleep, Bull was gone and it was almost 10 in the morning. The parade! I found it on the over-sized TV and watched. It was as lame as ever, but I'd watched it every year since I can remember. It was weird to see the bands and floats without hearing my mom in the kitchen. By the time Santa appeared at the end, Bull came back with more rum and a six-pack of Diet Coke. ! "I'll allow you your beloved sugar-free pop for this special occasion. Happy Thanksgiving, Babe!!" He clicked the volume way down on the TV and then gave me a nice kiss on the mouth. Finally. I took it as a sign. "It's so nice out. Let's go take a walk around to build up an appetite." During the walk, my mind was overflowing with feelings and words. How could he not know how much I wanted to fool around again? "Hey, Bull? Can I ask you a question?" "Anything." "Why have you put it on me to make a move? Do you even realize how much I want to have more sex with you? You're aware that I'm shy, right?" "You asked me those things in your sleep almost every night. I will give you answers that maybe won't make sense to you now." I just stared straight down at the sidewalk. We kept walking. "It's...it's hard to explain. You are my support system. If you were just a fuck to me, we would have done it a dozen times already. I thought by not asserting myself, I'd be letting you know that I rank you so much higher than just a sex outlet. I guess all it did was make you insecure. Sorry. I love you as much or more than I lust for you. If we just kept having sex every night, you'd get bored with it and then you'd wonder what else I meant to you. What if you decided there's nothing else about me worth sticking around for. That would kill me. I'd have nothing else." "I think I get it now. But I do love you, Bull. I'm partially to blame for all this because I can be a little closed off sometimes." "I know. Anything else you want me to clear up for you?" "No." Yes. The HIV issue was still on my long list of worries, but now was not the time to bring it up. "OK. Now let's head back to the hotel. We'll have a few drinks and then go eat." He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked that way for five blocks. Not once did it occur to me to worry about what passersby might think or say. Back in our suite, Bull started to get his bath stuff together. I guess he was going to shower and shave. Oh. OK. I guess I'd use the time to pick out what I was going to wear. No, I'd let him pick out what he wanted to see me in. I'd just sit and watch football while he got cleaned up. I was starting to get used to watching TV with almost no volume. He was really taking his time in the bathroom. Out of boredom, I finally grabbed the bottle of rum. I drank a toast to my late uncle. He was the only fun relative I'd had. I was about to toast more people I was missing when the shower shut off. I should save a swallow for Bull, but I'm sure he had more hooch somewhere. I drank to my mom who was probably exhausted at this point. I drank to my dad who was likely cussing at what a piss poor game this was. He was still sore that "Taxi" had been taken off the air. I was about to toast a grandpa I never got to know very well, when a naked Bull lumbered into the room. "Caught you! I'm not turning you into a drunk am I?" "Nah...I was just sharing a few drinks with people back home - if that makes sense." Being homesick made me feel a little childish. "Good for you. I wish I could say I missed my family, but all I really miss is Texas. We should spend half of Winter Break in Connecticut and half in Fort Worth. There are so many things I want to show you." Thanksgiving dinner in a hotel restaurant is a mixed bag. It's nice, but not really what it's supposed to be. And the poor people working here. But at least Bull was there with me. I complimented him on what a nice smooth shave he'd managed to give himself. "Did you even notice my nails?" They were clean and he'd made an attempt to trim them evenly. I guess I was flattered that he had put forth the effort, but those jagged, dirty nails had meant something to me...in a perverted way. He must have seen that in my face. "I didn't get around to my toes yet. It's kind of hard for big, fat guys like me to bend down there and take care of their feet. Maybe you could do it for me?" He arched his eyebrows up and down a few times. "Sure. Later. I just think you look so good now." We'd been drinking wine, which I knew nothing about. I went with it. I was full and feeling a little sleepy, but it was still relatively early. I kept waiting for him to say 'let's go back to the room', but he was loving the vino. He kept ordering more wine, specific years and labels. It was showing off. I guess I could have used an espresso right about then, but I'd have three more days for rest up. "I noticed you brought books with you. I like that you read a lot. I predict you'll write a bestseller some day...and dedicate it to me." The wine kept coming and it started tasting all the same. Once we finally stumbled back into the room, I immediately changed into shorts and the t-shirt I most liked to sleep in. Bull just got naked and plopped on the bed. While he opened a new bottle of vodka he'd had in his bag. "You can mix this with your chemical coke, you know." "That's cool. I think I'll just drink the coke straight for a few sips first." "What's that?" he was looking at the new sketch book I'd treated myself to a few days ago. It was hardback and the paper was the fancy acid-free kind. Bull probably would have already snooped through it if he'd known what it was. "Come show it to me." He glanced at the seven or eight drawings I'd already done. "Wow. You improve every day." He especially liked the one of his everyday boots tossed haphazardly on the floor. There were a few of him sleeping that I knew conveyed some of the affection I was feeling. It comes through whether you ant it to or not. It was exactly opposite of the self portrait I'd drawn in front of the mirror. I looked sad and maybe a little angry. "I want to lie down next to you in bed, but I'd hate to fall asleep this early." "Let's go sit on the sofa and watch some TV. You should call home to wish your mom and dad a happy Thanksgiving." "It's three hours later in Connecticut. Mom has probably dropped dead from all the time she spent in the kitchen today. Dad is probably reading the paper in bed and getting pissed off that there are ads for Black Friday specials." We sat and watched the remainder of the football game for a few minutes. I got up to pour some vodka into my half-full can of Diet Coke. Bull just took swigs right from the bottle. "Did you bring swimming trunks? There's a rooftop pool here." "I don't even own any. Did you bring yours?" "Nope. We can just skinny dip." Was he kidding? "Uh...No. I could never do that. What if somebody saw?" "I slipped one of the maids a fifty to give us private access. It's locked, but I have a key." Well, hell. I guess this would be okay then. It was so much more perfect up there than I would have imagined. The whole deck was lit up with fancy lamp posts. I was still a little too full to even think about getting in the water...even though the night was very warm and the water in the pool looked heavenly. No. No swimming tonight. "Take off your clothes, Babe." I did. "Now go get us those two pool mattresses so we can lie back and look at the stars." The water temperature was perfect. The splashes I made seemed very loud in the night air. Sounds seemed to bounce. I drug both inflatable items to the concrete and arranged them a few inches apart. He and I lied back and looked skyward. The moon was extremely full. Harvest Moon? No. That was last month if I remember right. "You should see the stars from Daddy's ranch. There's not as much light pollution and the sky is just bigger. What's it like in Connecticut?" "So nice. I even knew some of the constellations by name back when I was interested in astronomy. We used to watch that meteor shower that happens every Summer." "Yeah. I'm starting to sweat...are you? No, I bet not. You need to beef up, Babe." He'd brought the vodka with him and we took shots as the universe circled overhead. "Would you eat my ass if I wanted you to?" Eat? I knew it didn't involve biting or chewing. It was licking, right? Licking and kissing? I'd never once in my life imagined doing that. The pool pump purred in the foreground. "I want to do that for you. You'll have to take over again. It's all new to me." "It's not as gross as you might imagine. I'm completely clean down there except for a little sweat. We can start slow. Why don't you suck on my toes a little first." He knew I'd liked doing that the first time we played. I had to get in the pool to be on the same level as his bare feet. I massaged his wide soles a little first and then took his big toe in my mouth. I tried to be careful of the nearby toenails but they were still sharp and the familiar scratching of my cheeks and lips happened again. Funny how I no longer gave a shit. After finishing each toe on each foot, I ducked under the water to wash some of the blood away. Chlorine would help...I hoped. He was standing up with a dynamic erection when I emerged from the water. "Lie on your back." I was excited and a little afraid. What if it made me throw up? He towered over me and the orange and white lights around the pool made him look like beautiful demon. "OK. I want to do this." "I know." He turned around and then squatted right above my face. It took some effort on his part to balance in that position. I could see his big hairy butt cheeks and the long crack, but nothing beyond that. He was careful as he let my nose and mouth have full access to what was inside. No odor so far. I lifted my head up and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. It felt a little like a small pair of lips. I'm sure my dick was standing straight up which Bull took as a cue to get lower and wiggle a little. I hoped he liked the job I was doing. My hands went up on top of his straining thighs as a signal that he could relax and just sit down. I guess he understood and just let his full weight down on top of my head. It wasn't so bad except I had no way of breathing. So what. I'd have the rest of my life for the intake of oxygen. Bull's hands were now freed up to reach around and manually spread his cheeks apart a little. I got my hungry tongue as far up that dark place up inside his rectum. He groaned. I knew he liked what I was doing for him -- and I knew I wanted to do this often. "Slow down a little...I don't want to cum yet." And then he reached down and grabbed my painfully hard dick, and that's all it took for me to shoot my load. "Damn, Babe. I wish you could have saved it a little longer." He stood up as I took in as many deep breaths as I could. I could easily just close my eyes and go to sleep right here. "Grab your shoes and stuff and let's go back to the room." We just carried our stuff and nakedly returned to the suite. Being with Bull made me feel more daring than I ever imagined was possible for me. The elevator and hallway were empty. I thought about what I'd just done. Even if you disregard the whole HIV issue, I'm sure one could catch something if your bloody tongue was inside someone's shit hole. OK....what's done is done. What bothered me currently was how Bull wasn't talking. Was he mad at me for cumming? Once inside, he fetched the two hotel robes from the bathroom and tossed me one. It was the softest robe in the world. I absorbed the comfortable warmth to distract me from this upsetting silence. We'd left the TV on and there was some old black and white Christmas movie on. Dear Lord. Already? If Bull was going to dump me, I wouldn't have to tell Mom I was bringing a guest home. "Here," Bull handed me a Diet Coke. "Peace offering." He'd already spiked it with a way too generous pour of vodka. "Are you mad at me?" "Not any more. Right after I told you I didn't want to cum, you just went ahead and did. I just remembered now that you're 18...the horniest age a guy can be. Hell, I could cum four or five times a day back then. I guess I should be glad you enjoyed it so much. I've been rimmed many times and never made anyone cum just doing that. We're fine. Better than fine." "I'm glad." "Look how fake that snow looks." He was gesturing toward the TV screen. "Do you guys usually have a white Christmas up there." "Almost always. Ice too. And those long, sinister icicles you usually only see in pictures." "Cool. I've never spent Christmas somewhere that snowed. I'm excited about the trip." "I love you, Bull." "I know. You make me know it every day whether you realize it or not. I love you too. Go get your drawing stuff." Yes! As I tried to find my favorite soft-leaded pencil I remembered that I forgot it back in the dorm. I had some pretty nifty pens, but I usually only used those to draw cartoons. I explained to Bull that I really only ever drew silly things with ink. "That sounds perfect. Draw me something goofy." "Like what?" "Wait. I've got something that might help." He fished around in his bag and produced a fat joint. OK. I'd never been stoned before, but I had friends from high school who did it all the time. I guess that, back then, I thought any drug would make you go crazy. "This is a non-smoking room, Bull. If the maid smells anything, they'll add a fine to your bill." "Your point?" We got good and baked as I drew the dumbest stuff. I was not feeling like my normal self, but Bull seemed the same as always. He laughed hysterically at the cartoons. The TV was showing a different old movie. I tend to get all happy when someone enjoys my work, and Bull's approval meant more to me than he could know. I was getting way too high to continue. I told him I was partied out. "Me too," he puffed as he stubbed out the remaining half of the blunt. "Happy Thanksgiving, Babe. I love you." I guess it was time for bed. I'd eventually find out later in life that getting stoned was hit or miss. For now, though, I felt the delicious mix of fatigue and joy. My mouth was majorly dry so I took sips from the drink I'd forgotten about. I'd forgotten to say 'I love you too' ...or did I? No idea. The TV caught my eye and I was drawn in to some old flick from the 30's or 40's. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but knew they were really overdoing the facial expressions. They were obviously acting. How did anybody ever earn an Oscar back then? They were so obviously aware of the camera and how they looked. You'd never see Jodie Foster or Daniel Day-Lewis trying to pull that shit off on screen. Despite all the corniness, I was fascinated and couldn't stop watching. The trance was briefly broken by Bull's loud snores. Once I was back outside the TV, I realized my bladder was about to burst. I walked to the bathroom and peed. I made the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror. More blood, more scratches, swollen lips. It wasn't as bad as the last time, but still... Those damn toenails. Maybe I could trim them while he was passed out. By the time I left the bathroom, Bull was awake and all sprawled out all the way across the top of the bed. "Sorry, Babe. Looks like there's no room for you. I bet that couch is comfortable...or the floor." His dick was as tall and hard as a statue. He smiled. "OK. I sure wish there was something I could do to earn a spot in the bed." "Nope. Sorry. Come give me kiss goodnight and then go find somewhere else to sleep." This was all a little silly, but I was high enough to think that maybe he wasn't kidding. I walked over and planted a small peck on his lips. He then reached around and squeezed me to him like a furry python. We kissed like animals, and I was lost to the world. There was only Bull now. Nobody and nothing else existed. How could I ever turn back now? Why would I want to? He knew that he was in charge and he knew that I wanted him to be in charge. We essentially were just grinding on each other, our hard dicks having a duel. At some point during the battle, Bull reached his long arm out for a tube of KY. Had that been visible before? I knew what that stuff was for. I'd once been a cashier in a drug store and would always try to make my face a complete blank when someone purchased that. We were about to have anal sex. I said that in my head a few times but nothing responded. How? That meat of his couldn't possibly fit inside of me. "This is going to hurt, but I promise to go easy at first. Just relax. Think about the stars." As he oiled up his shaft and smeared some on my hole, I tried to calm myself and remember the names of the constellations. I'd list them alphabetically in my head. Too hard. State capitols, maybe? I was trying to focus on something else when Bull hoisted my legs up in the air. His greasy dick was knocking at the door of my ass. "Take a deep breath, Babe." And then the sky exploded. I cried out as the most unbelievable pain I'd ever felt shot through me. "Hush." His hand covered my mouth. "People around here are trying to sleep." Well this was flat out impossible. I couldn't do this. I was in pain but also angry. You didn't do this to someone you claimed you loved! I couldn't fight him off because he was just too big. I was plum out of options here. "Yeah...I'm almost halfway in there. You're just too damn tight." I wondered if he was doing permanent damage to my body. Would I ever be able to poop normally? Would I bleed to death? He removed his hand from my face and looked right into my eyes. His beautiful face made me want to do this. I wanted him to be pleased. I opened my mouth to something, but nothing came out. The severity of the pain disappeared in the glow of the TV as it danced in his eyes. It didn't exactly feel good, but I was no longer afraid. "Listen to me. Listen good." He pushed all the way inside of me and I thought I'd pass out. A scream wasn't even possible at this point...just a ragged gasp. "Your ears work, Ken?" I nodded. "Good." He pulled out a little. "YOU" thrust "WILL" thrust "NEVER" very hard thrust "CUM" thrust "BEFORE" thrust ME" spastic thrusting "AGAIN!!" hard thrusts and then a pause "I'm .. OH SHIT! I'm shooting inside of you." He was covered in slick sweat. I stayed still and wondered what to think, what to feel. He got out of bed and helped me to my feet. I almost collapsed, but he steadied me. The comforter looked like someone had been murdered there. More blood. Always blood. "Go take a quick shower, Babe. I'll neaten things up." I did as instructed. I was no longer a virgin. I was likely going to get AIDS. No amount of soap and hot water could change that. But at least I was alive now. Alive, in love, with Texas blood flowing through my veins.

Last time I got gangfucked at Parliament House I took about 11 loads. This video is hot to me because its filled with normal off the street guys. Not gym bunny porn stars. I would take all their loads. Damn I need to get over to Orlando.

I'm definitely curious, the twins' comments about his practices and motto turned me on. I'd also like to read about his extra-marital activities when traveling etc

Been pnp at locker room, but always before I get there and turn up really horny

I'm a champion rimmer and love to have my ass rimmed before getting fucked. But, I won't rim a guy unless he's squeaky clean down there. And I won't let anyone rim my ass if I'm not clean.

Rawmen, I found another short but hot FTM vid clip. Enjoy! https://nathscarr.tumblr.com/post/174627363056/wcoastperv-hey-wanna-fuck-pussy-yeh-you-got-a

So, I saw this topic a while ago. Almost answered, then wanted to wait until I had a few moments to write more. I seroconverted many years ago, I was in my twenties. I never practiced safe sex, except occasionally with early hookups here and there. I was in the period of the late nineties, when the shock of AIDS was wearing off, and the safe sex talk had sort of died down. I never bottomed, not even once. And the truth is I was under this misimpression that it was really almost impossible to get HIV by being a top. But I have a big dick and it would occasionally get those chafing sores. And also I got the clap and other shit here and there so most likely converted due to the combination. But I would also party and fuck guys I knew were poz. I was really muscular back then and used to pound a few big muscle guys I thought were hot. And one of the hottest ones I was partying with told me he was poz. And to be honest, it turned me on for some reason. He was huge perfect body, huge cock and handsome. It was hard for me not to fuck him. I would go over there and pound his ass all night a lot. And somehow, I never got it from him. When I used to get tested I would sometimes make little proclamations like, oh I am gonna play safe from now on. Never lasted. Throw that glass pipe in there and forget it. When I went for std testing HIV was last on my mind. It shocked me to say the least. And as I wrote before, I went right to the bathhouse and did some serious seeding. For days. Whats it like? I guess I can't answer, which is why I didn't before. I waited many years for meds. I think the meth kept my viral load down for years, because when I ended up in the can and off it, it went up, I got rashes and started meds. (I'm not crazy others have had the same experience with meth). Would I choose to be neg? I don't live in that sort of fantasy world. We make decisions and we live with them. I cannot say that I did not have a ton of fun. And would have a hard time trading those experiences. I mean a ton of nasty kinky fun. But I also can not say that I don't wonder when it will start to impede my life. I have no issue with bugchasers. I think it is bad to ever criticize anyones fantasy. We don't understand certain things that do not appeal to us. I thought fisting was odd when I was in my teens, but grew to love fisting guys later. So I am hesitant to judge the fantasies of others. For me, I do not want to suffer or look ragged. I just don't. I've got a manageable strain, and that makes it easier. Poz guys are more fun. Less inhibitions. Some have self hatred, I avoid all self hating people like the plague. Which is why despite being a super piglet, I do not fuck guys that self loathe or just want loads for the sake of it. No shame in their game, but I like to fuck. I like the pleasure. And the truth is, I think I have an STI now. Just as of today, I hate those stupid shots. Going in there "Hey its me again." They know Im poz, so then know I am barebacking. I do not care what people think. I just would rather avoid unnecessary pain. I have lost friends to AIDS that were ready to go. I have lost others who were not ready to go. I want to live more, as long as possible. Breed as many more holes as I can. At least that is how I feel in the now. And the now is all we have. The past is an interpretation. The future is an illusion. All we have is today. So my final word is that I accept it, and when I dig down deep, I feel I had I had fun. And I probably would not change the past.

I met up with my little toned bottom pup again. Although he says he is not usually a bottom (right). It is him I'm fucking in the pics I posted. I was wiped out Sunday evening, but he said he got the hotel in town just to see me. A likely story, but I went over anyway as we did have a good time last time we fucked. Anyway he is hung like a bull and it was hot when he rode me and his cock was flopping all over the place. I got him on the edge of the bed and really pounded him. Then I put my feed on the bed frame and squatted down into him with his legs in my hands. Almost pulling out each time. We fucked like hell. I got all the way up towards his guts when I scissored him and his eyes were rolling back in his head. By the time I blew my load up there we had been fucking for 3 hours on and off, mostly on. I fell right asleep. As I was leaving he said the same thing he told me before. Was one of the best times he ever had. I wondered after doing more than 100 porn movies if he was just blowing smoke up my ass. But the ego stroke felt good. All I know is his hole feels good and its fun to have a fuckbuddy that just likes to fuck. And is sane. He's been an all-nighter for a decade, but he has kept most of his marbles. Once in a while you find one of the good ones. Never give up hope. And as I said, after we met ten years ago at a party I always regretted not fucking him. At least I have gotten to more than make up for it.

I have to eat what I stick my dick into----before, during and after the fuck.

As a bottom, I ALWAYS love a man's tongue in me. Eat my ass like it's your last meal. BUT...., once my hole has been eaten it wants to be fucked - HARD. I don't know what it is about getting my ass eaten, but it really wakes up my hole and makes it hungry. You know that feeling when you do a big hit of strong poppers and all you can think about it getting a dick in you? Multiply that by 10 and that's what a tongue in my ass does! I love to eat ass too! and if you've already got someone's cum in you, I'm gonna fuck your hole too! <oink>

You should let him fuck you with that hole full of rival-seed.

9. Sorry guys no sex in the next couple of chapters as setting the scene for a twist in this story. All too soon my weekend of revelations, sex education and conversion to Poz cumdump had to come to an end and I had to reluctantly go home. It wasn’t made any easier by the kissing goodbyes and group hug that just left me hard and horny for more despite my hole throbbing around the plastic intrusion plugging their Poz loads deep inside! My brother drove me home, not in silence this time but full of talk outlining how my body’s immune system is under attack right now and how my sero-conversion will play out most probably in a couple of weeks. Fuck! I have a wet spot forming in my jeans just from all this dirty talk. As we park up outside home, he won’t come in after falling out with our father a few years ago and says, “You know you are welcome at ours any time and, I mean any time. Here’s a door key to let yourself in” as he presses it into my hand, leans over and hugs me tight. In my short walk to the front door of the place I call home I feel like I’ve grown overnight into a man, feel taller and more confident, momentous decision made, acted upon and potentially a boyfriend too. I’m ecstatic…until I’m inside. “Where the hell have you been son?” is the opening linen from my dad, “You’ve had your mum and me worried sick, don’t you ever answer your phone?” I pull it out of my pocket and see a dozen missed calls, “Err, sorry it was on silent. Anyways you knew I was safe with Ben.” “S’pose he hasn’t looked after you much, you must be half starved?” I feel I am starting to blush and my heart thumps with a pounding building in my temples. “Actually, he and Olly looked after me really well, we had a great time, we three went out and I met plenty of friends of theirs.” Confidence growing now I blurt out, “we had a bloody brilliant time actually and I plan on seeing a lot more of them, don’t know why it hasn’t happened before?” “Well you used to moon around sulking behind him always bickering never much like brothers, it was if you were both from a different planet” my dad said. Mum was thrilled, “Oh I’m so happy you two are finally friends with one another, at last a proper family.” My dad though looked quizzically “Christ the way you go on Ben this and Olly that you would think they were an old married couple and not just flat mates.” I didn’t know where to look, let alone how to answer. I looked down, then to mum and then back to dad. I felt the colour drain from my face. “Oh My God!” he said as the penny finally dropped, “they ARE a couple” then shooting a furious look at mum said, “S’pose you already knew that. Well if he’s queer then he’s no son of mine, that must come from your side of the family Heather.” That set off a raging argument between them until I silenced them by plucking up the courage to announce… “Then I’m no son of yours either, ‘coz I’m gay too!” Stunned at my words, he looked at me, eyes blazing, paused and then said, “Well you can get out of my house too” adding “AND I HOPE YOU BOTH GO TO HELL AND DIE OF AIDS.” Mum was crying as I blurted out, “Too late for that as both Ben and Olly are Poz and proud and I’m well on my way with their diseased cum up my arse and a butt plug holding in!” as I stormed up stairs to my room to throw some cloths and stuff into a couple of bags, jumped out my bedroom window and ran and ran and ran to get away as fast as I could to the sounds of yet more squabbling, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear. Several street away I eventually ran out of breath, pulled out my phone and pressed my brother's number…and then it hit me as I said now sobbing in floods of tears, “Ben, come and get me.”

Round 2 I couldn't resist. I knew I needed to do it again. All anonymous, just more cock and more loads. I reran my Grindr post two days later in another motel in another town. I had to change rooms once. I told the clerk it was because someone had apparently smoked in this non-smoking room but the real reason was because when I put tape over the door lock it wouldn't stay closed, the hinges misaligned. I needed my guests to be able to just push on the door to gain access without me having to get off my knees on the edge of the bed to open the door. I was done with work earlier than normal but not early enough to catch the afternoon crowd. I knew there would be little response during the supper hours, at least not until after dark. And that is exactly how it panned out. It seems I catch little interest on a mid-week evening and being summertime the daylight stayed out longer. Bored, I cleaned out thoroughly, had a few drinks, read a few Last Load stories while stroking but without trying to cum. I dozed off when I was awakened by the Grindr notification brrrpp, a sound I recognized immediately and have even heard in public a few times. "Got condoms?" "On the nightstand" I replied. My bio goes out of the way to say I take loads but falls short of mentioning condoms. Sigh. But I needed that first starter cock, raw or not. His bio showed a man about 30, young face, lots of tats, sixteen miles away and kinda rough looking. He asked if the room was dark. It wasn't yet but the sun had now set so it wouldn't be long. He said he needed a shower as he couldn't even stand his own smell but would be right over afterwards. He asked for the room number but I told him I didn't give that out until a man was within a few hundred feet according to Grindr's GPS. I told him it was because I had too many no-shows or guys who show up after I've called it a night. He understood. He asked if he could bring a friend but I said I didn't do groups in motel rooms, preferring to save that for bathhouses. He said okay. I didn't hear back from him for about a half-hour. The sun was gone and the room was truly dark now except for a night light I bring to put a dim light to my ass and the nightstand where the lube and poppers were near the front edge, the condoms near the back edge hopefully discouraging being seen too easily and used. He was on his way, still 15 miles though. He asked for reassurance it was dark as he didn't want to be recognized. I told him it was but I'm thinking to myself why did he put his picture up on Grindr? Twenty minutes later, he messaged me he was nearby. Sure enough, 492 feet away. "You read my bio, right?" He replied he had with, "Yep. No talking. Pump and dump." Good. He understood. "Room 135. Just push on door." I put down my phone, turned on my hidden infra-red camera, lubed up and assumed the position, jockstrap on with ass up in the air and then put my blindfold on. My heartbeat increased a bit when I heard the door open and close, but as soon as his hand brushed my ass I relaxed. I heard his zipper go down (my absolute favorite sound!), then his pants fell off and he kicked them away. He stepped up and started rubbing his full but still soft cock up and down my crack. After about a minute, he put his hand on my neck and turned my head sideways and down as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He needed help getting hard. I wasn't a fan of giving head at pumpndumps but he needed it. Putting my best into it, I had him super hard within two minutes when he roughly pushed me back into position and started stabbing for my hole. He was forceful, got it lined up quickly, and just shoved hard. Ugh. It was a ripping pain, the kind that has me making sounds of pain from my lips. Damn if that didn't excite him. He didn't rabbit but he pulled back all the way out and shoved it back in several times rapidly, my sphincter clearly be abused. It dawned on me he hadn't had time to rubber up. I was getting it raw after all. "Brrrpp." The Grindr notification sound. I ignored it. I was getting fucked deep. My man grabbed my hips and pulled me back on to him for the deepest penetration. Then he reached around for my tits. I don't have any but guys still do that for some reason. Then he starts making those unmistakable noises of a man about to take what is rightfully his to use. He fires in deeply, my heels going upwards to his ass to push him in further, and he gives me all he has to give. He lays on top of me for about ten seconds (which always feels much longer), then gets up, lightly taps my ass twice, gets dressed and leaves. I stay exactly like I am until I hear his car pull away, the sign that he is not coming back. I pull off my blindfold, then grab my phone and send him a quick thank you. He replied, "No, thank YOU!" He's happy. I hope he's around next time I'm in town even if it was a bit rougher than my usual anonymous fuck. Back to Grindr. There were actually four notifications but I only heard one sound. It looks like three Grindr ads and one guy with no picture asklng, "Looking?" I check his bio again. It simply says he is Latino and a top. But it also shows him just 600 feet away. I wonder if I'm ready right away or if I need a break for a few minutes when he messages, "I'm by the restaurant out front. Room number?" This is exactly what I like. No pictures. No status. No endless messaging or talking. Complete anonymity (and risk) at its finest. I sent him my room number and crawled back on the bed. Blindfold in place, he was pushing on the door as I stuck my phone under the pillow. Thirty seconds later he was undressed and behind me, bent over and asks me, "How many loads you got in you?" I raise my index finger. I hear a muttered, "Oh yeah" and he slams it in deep in one stroke. He knew I was lubed from the last guy and he just went right for it. This dude was hard! It felt like a steel bar. I quickly feared I was getting sodomized by some sort of foreign object when I felt his balls slap my ass. Whew! It knocked the wind out of me. But he let me get used to it before he started stroking. It didn't take him long at all. He asked, "Where do you want it?" to which I replied by shoving my ass all the way back onto his cock while using my heels to hold his ass. A few quick jerks and he was done. He backed up, grabbed a washcloth at the sink, wiped himself off and got dressed. He thanked me as he was opening the door to leave and said he hoped we could do it again next time with just him alone. Then he closed the door. I was puzzled by that "just me alone" but pulled out my phone as I let my knees slip down to the mattress to rest. One minute later, I received a message from the first guy. I guess he felt the need to tell me he brought his friend over my objection and they just took turns with one waiting a few hundred feet away. Okay. I can live with that. It explains why the second guy was so close. I thanked them both and said to look for me next time and we might do a threesome. I got up off my stomach and immediately felt the cum trying to egress my hole. I stuck a finger in, smelled the bleachy scent, and licked my finger clean. I was actually pretty tired but I craved more. Usually I wait for guys to answer my ad as many are looking for love and not hookups, but I saw there were a few guys within a couple miles who were looking for "right now" and NSA. I "tapped" a couple guys to see if any responded. One replied with "Ass pic now" so I sent it to him. I never send them unless I'm asked. When they ask for a face pic I tell them that my ass is all they see when they come in. Some are interested and those are the ones I message with. He seemed aggressive so I sent it. "Room number" was all he wrote back. He must have like what he saw. He was 1-2 miles away. I asked him if he read the profile and he said, "Of course. What's the fuckin room number?" A little hesitant but still in need I gave it to him. I then read his full bio. "29, black, 6'5", 270 lbs, and "I'll make you feel every inch and I cum in cup-sized loads." I added a little more lube and got into position when I heard a diesel truck pull up. "Coming in" was his text. I put down the phone and the blindfold on. The door opened and shut. He said, "Nice ass. I'd like to hit it for a while but I'm in a hurry. I hope you're ready. I gotta get to work in a few." I heard him strip and put his clothes on the chair. No foreplay. He started getting himself hard with one hand while pushing two really thick fingers from his other hand into my ass. He felt the wetness and said, "I guess there is no need to lube" right before he stuffed that huge salami into me. He became a man on a mission but he was a gentle giant. He pushed me forward onto my belly and then put his entire weight on top of me, his cock well seated in me. He starts moving side to side and in circles and changes direction, clearly widening my hole as he plows me. His mouth near my ear, he says, "I don't know my status but I want to unload in you. So it's your call. Do you want my seed or do you want me to shoot somewhere else?" In response, I again started pushing back on my man but I moved as if I was pushing him off me. He said, "Too bad, because I already finished. " With that he stood up, slapped my ass hard, and got dressed. He saw my butt plug by the nightstand, grabbed it and pushed it in me. Catching my breath still from this whole scene, his parting words were, "Hold it all in until it is absorbed inside you. There is a lot of cum in there." As I heard his truck pull away, I smiled. Three loads is enough for tonight. I messaged him a thank you. He replied with "Keep my babies warm." I got up, turned off my hidden IR camera. Then crashed.

Way back in the mid to late 90’s, when HIV was still pretty much doom sentence, I was in NYC for the weekend with my huzband (tho of course not married at the time). He was working Thurs and Friday, which gave me time to play on my own. We were monogamous and bb w each other, so I was cheating. Of course I had a laundry list of rules I imposed on myself to rationalize my behavior and keep it in bounds. So this Friday lunch time, I headed out to a place . . . was it on 2nd or 3rd Ave, below Gramercy Park? It was a basement. Unimproved. Just a basement space under a 19th century building. Imagine - concrete floor, brick walls, low ceilings, musty smell. It was like they hadnt even swept it in years. There was like a circular pattern of movement with booth like separate spaces around the perimeter. And almost pitch black. There were enough dudes that guys were doing the whole cant-decide-there-must-be-someone-better circuit after circuit. So I was amazed at my luck I wound up in a booth with this Marky Mark built dude. I could feel his musculature because we were all over each other - feeling, snogging, humping, all standing up because there was no sitting on that floor. It was animal passion the two of us. I could not believe my luck because he was built! He was also in some sort of uniform from a garage or gas station, which added to how much my mind was blown inthe moment at how hot it was . . . blue collar muscle dude fucking around with me on his break. We were writihing together, trading bent over blow jobs. I even put my tongue in his ass. It is not something I normally do, but seriously, he wanted it and who wouldnt want to lick that Marky Mark body all over? After doing that I stood up. He backed his ass up to my big, hard, and leaking dick. With all that pre cum and spit my mushroom head popped into his hole. Completely verbotten! Completely taboo. This was pre “bareback”. This wasjust plain unsafe. As soon as my naked dick went in him, he tensed up and blew his load onto the floor. With his head thrown back, I had my dick head naked in his ass, and my tongue in his ear when he blew. FUCK! I still have no idea what he looked like, it was dark. He split. I stroked my load out alone and left. I was cheating and went way over the line. My hottest dark room experience.

A couple of weeks after, I went down with the flu. I knew my wish had been granted. I was part of the family. A week later after my visit to the clinic it was confirmed. That same evening whilst I was sitting at home contemplating the future my phone pinged telling me that I had a message. I did not recognise the number. It read Welcome to the family you are now one of us. Are you ready to share the love? I was shocked. I had not told anyone, but my gifter, the wish granter, knew. I replied with simply one word YES A few minutes later I received a message back FRIDAY NIGHT. SAME PLACE. You will receive a package before then. Wear what is sent. Be there at 715pm prompt and you will be met and told what to do. I got hard reading the message. I wanted to shoot my load there and then but decided that I would save my first poz load for Friday. On returning home from work on Wednesday evening there was a parcel on the doorstep. Hand delivered. No evidence of postage. I could not remember giving my address to anyone. I quickly forgot about this as I unwrapped the package. Inside was a black leather mask. Black Jock strap and black boots. I tried then on as quick as I could. Everything fitted like a glove and I was hard and oozing pre cum everywhere but I refrained from jacking off. I wanted my load to go to a worthy recipient as directed by the master and not wasted over my hand. I took Friday afternoon off so that I could be properly prepared. Shaved and cleaned I headed back to the cement works and as before waited at the gates at 715. This time was different. With the eyeholes in the mask I saw him approach. He was dressed identically to me but was wearing green leather. He greeted me as the new member of the family. I was led to a door at the rear of the building and we entered. The room was furnished with a few chairs and I was seated opposite the guy. He started to talk. Welcome back and I hope that from today you will enjoy you new life with us. I have asked you here early so I can tell you the rules before the others arrive. Tonight we will be a small group of just 20. No one is allowed to use there name and no one is allowed to remove there masks. Once the ceremony starts you are not allowed to talk. Before the ceremony starts you will be slammed and some of your poz blood will be taken for the initiate. All other instructions will then be given during the ceremony. We meet usually once a month and all invites are by text. Remember the rules. Names can not be used. Masks must always be worn and our work here must never be discussed with anyone. Failure to comply with these rules carry grave consequences. Do you understand? It took a minute for me to realise he had stopped talking and had asked me a question. I replied that I understood. He smiled and continued talking. Tonight there is an initiation like you have experienced yourself and also there is a punishment. You will be expected to take part in the initiation and remain to witness the punishment at the end. He then said it was time and to follow him We went over to the other side of the room and through a door where there were others present . I was guided over to a gentleman dressed in white leather and was told that he was the chemist. I presented my arm which was tied off. A needle was inserted and some blood was taken. This was added to a phial at the side of the chemist. Another needle was placed in my arm. A register was made and my slam was administered. I was guided to a bench along the back wall. Seated and my tie was removed. I felt it rise up my arm. I tasted it. I coughed hard three or four times and then I felt the rush. God this stuff was good. I sat back and rode it out with some of the others that had already had there slams. I was seated there for about ten minutes and watched as others had there slams and was amazed at the silence around but you could feel the sexual tension building. The guy in Green spoke next. Gentleman it is time to enter the breeding chamber. Remember to keep hydrated. The chemist has prepared water for you all. Please pick up a bottle on your way. Everyone then stood and headed towards a large black door which had just been opened. As we entered the room I was handed my water. Although this was not my first visit to this room it was my first time seeing it. There were chairs placed around in a circle. In the centre was a sling. The only light was candle light and there appeared to be hundreds casting various dark shadows around us. I stopped walking and stood in front of a chair. We sat Someone announced the arrival of the initiate. A white guy about 6ft tall with shaved head and tattoos was led into the room. He was blindfolded. He appeared to be in his early 20s , athletic build with a very deffinately six pack. His cock was rock hard and pointing upwards. He was led to the center and tied to the sling. Another voice commanded everyone to stand and welcome the wish granter. A man dressed in gold leather entered the circle. He was about 6ft 8 tall. He was one huge muscled black guy with the biggest cock I had ever seen. He was awesome. He instructed that the candidate be prepared. Two people approached the sling and proceeded to shave the guy until he was completely bare. His cock and balls were then bound and pulled up and tied to his collar. He was laid completely bare with his hole ready for use. The chemist then approached the sling. The guys arm was tied of and a slam was administered. The guy was sent into orbit. As he was riding his rush the wish granter approached the sling. He aimed his enormous 12in cock at the guys hole and in one quick move impaled the guy to the hilt. The guy screamed out loud and then went quiet. He had passed out. The chemist approached the sling again and presented the master with a syringe containing blood. The master placed it into his own arm and drew some of his. The master then said I have now added my blood to all of yours. We will now grant our initiate his wish and welcome him to our family. The chemist then injected the guy with the family blood slam. The master then proceeded to fuck the guy. He was not gentle. He withdrew his cock right to the edge each time and rammed it home. This continued for some considerable time with the boy slipping in and out of consciousness. His screams of pain turning to moans of ecstacy. I felt hot and took a swing of my water. It tasted metallic. It was laced but I still drank it down. After about 10 mins I could feel the drugs making me feel super horny again and my cock continued to ooze. All of a sudden the master started to groan. His fucking became even harder and then he made an almighty roar as the ititiate was bred with the masters molten seed. As soon as he was finished it was announced that it was now our turn to welcome our new member to the family. As the newest member I was invited to go first. I approached the sling. I was horny. I was desperate and I wanted release. I stepped up to the sling. I could see the masters spunk leaking out tinted with blood. I aimed my cock and sank balls deep into the boys hole. He moaned. I then piston fucked him long and hard. I don't know how long i lasted but when I could hold back no longer I gave my first poz load to the guy with the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. I squirted at least ten times and felt completely drained. It was amazing. I returned to my seat and proceeded to watch the others fuck the guy senseless. The chemist made sure he was kept flying and our water was replaced . The boy took at least 20loads and the last person to fuck him was the chemist. By that time his hole was oozing cum. It was pink and swollen and gaping. Blood could be seen and it was certain that this boy had deffinately been given the gift. After the chemist had given his load the guys ass was plugged by a large silver butt plug. He was taken down and taken away. The guy wearing the green leather then informed everyone that there would be a 15 minute break. Everyone was to see the chemist for another slam and then return to there positions to witness the punishment. To be continued

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.

I felt someone touch my balls. They were being stretched and squeezed. I could feel something being tied around my sack and then I felt it pulled tight. I gasped into my gag. My balls felt like they were in a cast iron grip and they were being pulled upwards away from my body, away from my hole. They were tied to my collar keeping them tight and out of the way. My hole was on display and it was pulsing. It needed something to hold. It needed feeding. It needed it now. I felt something circling my hole. I could not tell if it was a finger or not. It was pointed. I could feel pressure and whatever it was slowly entered me. It felt good. It slowly was pushed into me then it stopped. What was happening. Then I felt it. Someone was turning something. My hole was being opened. My hole was being stretched. I could feel my hole getting bigger. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped. I felt something being placed in the opening. It was cold. Ice cold. My hole was being filled to the limit. Whatever it was it was started burning. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was starting to sweat. My ears were starting to ring. Everything was begining to echo. I was going into my own world. I blacked out. I don't know how long is was out but when I came to I was aware of something being pushed into my hole. It was big. It was long. It felt amazing. My hole was being fucked. The guy was big and I could sense he was holding back. He saw that I was awake. That's what he had been waiting for. He withdrew his enormous cock to the enterance and in one quick move he rammed it back into the hilt. I screamed but all you could hear was a mumbling into the gag. He pulled out again and rammed it back in. It felt amazing my hole felt like it was being ripped in two but he wasn't stopping. He was getting faster and harder. He was making every inch of his cock count. My insides were being rearranged by his massive member. Then all of a sudden I heard a massive roar start and I felt his cock start to swell even more and then I felt his load shoot deep inside me. It felt like it was on fire. 10 squirts at least filled my hole and as his last shot was buried deep inside me he pulled out. My hole was gaping and his load was starting to leak out. A large ug was then placed in my hole and rammed right in. What was in my hole was going no where fast. My restraints were released and someone helped me to my feet. I was walked a few steps and then layed down on my back. My hands were tied above my head and then my feet were tied and raised giving access to my hole. Someone spoke. The master has graciously given this person his greatest gift. He now carries his DNA. It is now your turn to welcome him as part of this family. Everyone here tonight will plant there seed deep inside this willing hole. No one may leave until they have fulfilled there duty. My arm was then tied of again. I felt a slight pinch and the tie was removed. I coughed hard. It felt stronger than last time but no sooner had I stopped coughing than I felt the first cock ram deep into my hole. I don't know how many people fucked me. It was at least 20 but could be a lot more. I was kept high and slipt in and out of consciousness. When I finally came too. I was dressed and sitting in my car. My ass felt numb. There was a note on the passenger seat which said I hope we have fulfilled your fantasy. You now carry our family DNA. Your duty is to pass it on to others. When we require your help we will be in contact. There was no signature. There was no contact details but I knew that when the call came I would be there to spread the love.

After making a big stockpile of Tina for Mr.Jackson we are to make run to this college town that a good friend of his is a dealer and runs an escort business in. It's a 500-mile drive of boring countryside till we come to this town and we are in heaven look at all these hot looking meat, but like most of, these guys are looking for women. We find Sam place and he has a beautiful home here and every floor has a different theme. The basement is set up like a dungeon, the main floor is like a social area that is very ornately decorated with pictures of hot looking men on the walls, the top floor has small rooms with beds in them for sex with one big room for gangbangs. Sam also runs the local Gay dance club as most all are under 21 so selling liquor would not work so it is a juice bar where Gay males have a place to get together and meet. Sam also is the biggest drug dealer in town and has recently started selling Tina as many are asking for it now. Sam has an emergency as one of his escort boys just got rob and the shit kick out of him. Sam is pissed off as this is the fourth time this to happen and it's always the same guy. He used different phones and always ask for young looking boys and Sam only hires boys over 18 but he has a few who look many years younger but are not experienced enough on how to handle this guy. My brother says he has an Idea and makes a call home to ask Mr.Jackson if we can stay here a while and help Sam with a problem he has here, he says no problem. My brother tells me the plan and Sam says you 2 are very sick fucks but loves it. After a few days, the phone operator knows his voice very well and sends a picture of me of me and gives my stats 5ft. 1 100 lbs fem twink who is a bottom but safe sex only to him with a picture of me. He wants to meet me at a dance club about 10 miles away that Sam says is a rough place to go to but my brother likes it. As he always uses a different name and place to meet Sam escorts in, he will be wearing a red shirt with black pants and Sam fills me in how he works that he likes to fuck you then after he does he like to start to punch you till you are black and blue file calling you a sissy faggot. We tell Sam both of us are POZ and not on meds and if that is a problem he says he is ok as John has really hurt a few of his boys. My brother is going to back me up so I stay safe and before we leave I take my P.A. nipple rings guiche nose ring and stud on my tongue off so I look as young as I can. We get to the place and I go in alone and this place sells liquor under the counter and I see John right away and walk over to him, John is about 6ft1 180 lbs and has a hardon that is showing through his pants. The first words out of him you look like jailbait and I say in this country and many other I am. I see my brother walk in and go to the bar and orders a drink while John want to get me on the dance floor and on the dance floor he has his hands all over me down by my ass slipping his finger up and down my crack telling me how much he wants to fuck me and that he only plays safe and I say that is nice to know. After both of us building a good sweat on the dance floor, I tell John I need a drink and so does he needs one. After our order of drinks, I tell John I have to pee and does he want to come, so I lead John by the hand and once in the bathroom I'm on my knees pulling out his cock and sucking it and John say, boy, you are really a horny little fucker and can't wait till I get you home, so before he cums he pulls away zips up and heads back to the bar for our drinks and in one gulp he finishes his drink and says lets go back to his place and lets gets serious. What John does not know is that while in the bathroom my beautiful spike John drinks with a heavy dose of GHB and in about 30 minutes John will be a bowl of jelly. As we walk into John home the effects of the GHB are taking their effects as I see my brother pull up in the truck with the rest of the toys we will be using on John later tonight. About 5 minutes John is on the floor of his home and I call my brother in and I call Sam that we have him, Sam says two words HAVE FUN. I go into John bedroom and go through his things and find pictures of the boys John has beaten up and some other things and put them is a bag. My brother is setting up the cameras and video recorders to film what we are going to do to John. As John is still passed out we put a dog shock collar on him and put a few temporary POZ tattoos on him but soon that will change. I take a nice big piece of high-grade Tina and shove up John hole which is tight as this rapist has never been fuck before. John starts to come around from the GHB and ask what that burning up his ass I tell him its a booty bump and soon we are going to slam you, John says he does not do drugs as my brother hits the shock collar and says to john either you say you do drugs or I will keep hitting this button on the shock collar till you do. After the third shock, John says he is willing to be slammed later he was injecting himself with Miss Tina. John was going to be our bitch and I was going to be the first so I put my P.A. back on and told John to such my dick or it's the shock collar again and while all this is going on this is being filmed and broadcasted back to Sam and his boys. When you say tight hole John hole was tight as my brother gave him poppers he was still screaming as I fuck him as hard as I could as I had a 6-week load in me to give him and so does my brother. My P.A. did its job as John was clean off my dick he asks where did the blood come from I said your hole he then said I"M BEING FUCK RAW and I said not only but by 2 POZ boys as my brother was jackhammering his hole. I grab John face and said you will soon be carrying our blood in you for the rest of your worthless life, this is payback from all the boys you fuck over and beat up and did not pay the escorts you hired. For the next 24 hours, my brother was taking turns fucking him and making sure our toxic seed was in his bloodstream and his hole was well wrecked after fisting him and leaving him with a blood slam just to make sure. Sam told us a month later John has a serious case of the fuck flu and Sam was using John as one of his boys just for raw cumdump only or as a piss boy. Sam will not put him on meds and has him locked in chastity and all his body hair removed and is thinking of putting John on hormones to do a full conversion. Let me know what you think and if you want more.

Pozed by Rocky Starr and I loved every minute of it.

I didn't fuck pussy since 1999, and I definitely prefer being fucked, but some of the FTM guys and their vids make me extremely horny. Somebody wrote previous he didn't know why and me neither. I'd really like to fuck a FTM guy while I hard dick breeds me.

Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

Part 3 Dante While the slam began to flow through Chris’s body and he began to cough I was positioning my hard poz cock at the entrance to his neg virgin ass. Once his coughing stopped and I could see the change in him that I knew the slam would bring I directed Chris to look into the mirror above the sling as I readied to slip inside him. Chris As my coughing began to stop I stared to feel this strong urge deep inside me as I looked up at the masculine man standing between my legs. He told me to look up at the mirror above me where I could see he dark brown cock resting against my ass. Dante seemed to be teasing me as he would push a little against my hole as if he was going to insert his cock only to pull back. This was starting to drive me crazy to the point I was starting to try and move my ass to get him to finally give me what he knew, and finally I admired to myself, I needed…… his cock I my ass. I asked, no, I begged and pleaded for Dante to give me his cock. I watched as he began to push forward as his cock easily slipped inside me finally giving me a feeling of completeness. While I watched his cock slide inch by inch into me I couldn’t help but moan. Some how I knew it was my place, no my duty to give him pleasure as he finally bottomed out balls deep in me. He rested there as I watched him take a syringe and administer his own slam. After he was done I could see a change in him, change I would come to desires and enjoy as I felt his cock spasm inside me as knew he was cumming. He leaned into me and we kissed as he slowly pulled his cock back before driving back in my hole. Dante As usual I shot a huge load of my poz cum right after I administered my slam. It was now time to start fucking this boy and turn him into my personal fuck toy. I took it slow to start known he was a virgin. I knew in the he’d learn that his place was you please me, the seed was already planted in his drugged up mind the next step to cement it as a permanent part of his place in life was going to be easy. I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I was ready to give him another load of my dirty seed. I looked down at him asking him, “What do you want?” The instructions I had given him earlier were still fresh in his mind when he answered, “I want you to get me pregnant, knock me up, cum inside me.” It was at that moment I knew I had him and that he knew it too, his ass belonged to me. Chris As I was asking Dante to give me his cum, you knock me up and impregnate me I had a sudden flash from school. My religious, uptight parents didn’t let me take sex ed, but I had heard it from several of my classmate who had about save sex and STD's wondering if this strong, healthy got who had helped me discover what, or actually, who I really am could give me anything more then his cum. I start to beg Dante more and more to cum in me, it was more then just a request it was a desire. For some reason I didn’t feel satisfied unless Dante was cumming inside me. I knew when Michael fucked his girlfriend the never used a condom and always shot his wad in her. Dante deserved the same from me as I felt his cock grow thicker and harder before he trusted one more time seeming to go deeper inside me as he delivered his seed. The more Dante fucked me the more I stared to think how much I needed him to not just fuck me, but cum inside me. At one point I reached turn thinking I’d stroke my own cock to discover that I was not just soft but it seemed that my own cock get shriveled up. Dante looked down at me when a shit eating grin telling me, “You are a true bottom bitch, can’t get hard when a real man fucks you. I told you that you're nothing more than my fuck hole and I know as I look into your eyes that you’re enjoying it.” I am not sure how long Dante fucked me, but he seemed to sense that we needed a break when he suggested we take a dip in the pool than head into the house to grab some well deserved sleep in his bed. He helped me out of the sling . and on to my feet as he steadied me allowing my legs to respond after being in that position all night long. We left the pool house and dove right into the refreshing water. Dante swam over to me giving me a gentle hug and a kiss before we made our way out of the pool. There were a few new faces now and without a word I could tell Dante was using is crew that I was his and to leave me alone as we made our way through the house to his bedroom. Along the way he stopped to tell one of his crew something before we reached his bedroom. We climbed to his bed as he got behind me n and pulled me close against his naked body. I should feel his cock growing hard and knew he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had my ass one more time. It seemed my body knew that as well when I instinctively began to push back trying to get how cock back inside me. Dante’s cock slid inside me as if it was to be its home from now on. It was at that moment I realized that my ass belonged to Dante. This fuck was more animalistic since it seemed Dante was looking to get off fast. As brutal as it seemed I had no complaints knowing the only thing he wanted was a good orgasm to help him sleep. It only till a few minutes before he was shooting his load inside me again before we drifted off to sleep when his semi hard cock still legged inside me.

1991 Has anyone ever asked you what the happiest moment of your life was? Most people will say something like 'my wedding' or 'when my first child was born'. My happiest moment came the day I left home to attend college. I liked my family and where I grew up, but the idea of starting a brand new life as an adult in a faraway state was exhilarating at the time. Adventure awaited me. My only worry was the idea of having a roommate. I was always a loner and was used to a lot of privacy. I hoped for the best. Once I moved all my stuff into the ridiculously small dorm room, I had no idea what to do with myself. It was a huge campus and I wanted to explore everything, but I also kind of wanted to be here when my roommate arrived. I had to know what he was like. I sat on my tiny bed and waited. He finally showed up 30 minutes later. Uh oh. This would not be a good match. He was a big, chubby guy and an obvious redneck. And loud. "Howdy! I'm Brent. Nickname's 'Bull' though. You can call me either one." I knew I'd get annoyed by that Southern twang really really fast. "I'm Ken. Where are you from?" "Fort Worth, Texas. My daddy owns ten thousand head of cattle and I grew up on a big ranch." OK. He was a bragger. Great. "I grew up in a small Connecticut town. We are average in just about every way." "Nah. You're not average at all. Come help me carry in some of my shit and then we can go find some fun." He had a giant pickup (of course) and lots of stereo equipment. I could only imagine what kind of cowboy music he listened to. He seemed to have a lot of electronics but not many clothes or personal items. "I'll unpack everything later...let's go take a look around." The campus was landscaped beautifully. There was a big park in the center with a pond full of ducks and a stone bridge. I wanted to find the Art & Design building since that was where over half of my classes were. "I'm here because of a partial fine arts scholarship. That gets me out of all the foreign language and history requirements. I like to write too." I expected some kind of smart-ass response from this hick, but Brent seemed almost impressed. "Cool. I haven't picked a major yet. I was thinking about Psychology, but I'm not sure. At least you know what you want to do." I was sure going to get get exercise here. All the buildings I needed to go to on a daily basis were far apart, and I'd probably have to sprint to the museum where I had art history. "Let's go to bookstore." "To hell with that -- let's find a bar. I need a drink." "I'm only 18. The age requirement in this state is 20...even for beer." "Trust me. I'll take care of things." Whatever. I was ambivalent about alcohol, and had only been drunk once in my life. Didn't really enjoy it too much. But this was my new adult life that was starting and I might feel different now. I think that was when I got my first hint that Brent was somebody who was hard to say 'no' to. I think I was starting to like him. I guess cowboys have a natural instinct for finding booze because we found a bar right away, a few steps off campus. It looked like a super old place that had probably been here since the 60's. Of course it was packed with people, clutching fake I.D.s in one hand and a mug of cold beer in the other. I normally have a paralyzing shyness that sets in when I approach a big crowd of strangers. I would look stupid or say something stupid and they would all laugh at me. "Why are you stopping, Ken? We're almost there. You scared or Baptist or something?" "No. Let's go." I felt safe with him. Maybe people would think he was a new football recruit and that I must be cool if I was hanging around with him. "Let me order the beers while you go find us a place to sit." I scanned the place and every table was full. I wandered out to the smoking patio and there was a nice wooden bench with no occupants. Perfect. It was a beautiful day and the smell of cigarettes reminded me of my dad. Just as I about to worry that Brent wouldn't find me out here, he came out and smiled when he saw me. Maybe he was a smoker too...or just not big on brushing his teeth. Nobody's perfect...or even close to it. He handed me an extra tall glass of beer. "This is way better than inside. Good choice." "Do you have a fake I.D.?" "Nah. I'm older than you probably think. I'm 26." "No way! Really? Why did it take you so long to start college?" I worried that I was asking a rude question, but, I mean, 26? "Oh. Reasons. I was a real fuck-up as a teen. I went to jail a few times and was in a nut house for almost a year." Fucking Hell! At least he was honest. "So you had a few 'lost years'? Lots of people do." "Yup. Does all that bother you?" It didn't. The new adult me was okay with somebody who had a past. "No, but thank you for sharing that. My big secret is that I know I'm gay. Does that bother you?" "I knew that already. It's not like you're obvious or anything, but I can tell things instantly. I'm everything -- straight, gay, bi and all kinds of stuff in between. I've been having sex since I got my first pubic hair." "Wow. I've never done anything with anybody. I wouldn't even know where to start." "You'll know. Sex is not that big a deal once you have it. You will always want more, but never know why. I have done so much fucking. Big-titted cousins, Mexican ranch hands, strangers at rest stops...." "Do you ever worry about catching something?" It was 1991 after all. AIDS was everywhere and mutant strains were developing so fast that the scientists had all but given up trying to find a cure. Or a vaccine. "Hell no. I've got Texas blood. I once got crabs from some chick, and it only lasted half a day. I woke up all itchy but they were gone before I could even go to the drugstore and buy that Rid shit. My body destroyed them. Another time, I let some guy with a sore on his mouth suck my dick and I never got anything. I'll show you my dick later -- it is completely clean." I was dubious, but I knew Texans liked to brag and to bullshit. Maybe he was just telling tall tales. "You don't believe me?" "No. I mean Yes. I believe you. I do." "The ultimate proof came when I was in high school and our football coach made the whole team volunteer to give blood at the donor drive they have every year. I then got some letter from the people who tested my donation -- it said I had HIV." I felt an icy chill. "You...You're kidding." "Nope. It was in me, but my blood killed it." "That's possible?" "For me it was. This was almost eight years ago and I've never been sick. I don't even catch colds. It's all because of strong Texas blood!" I wanted to change the subject, but he was badly misinformed. "Have you been retested?" "No. Why?" "I just don't know if the AIDS virus can be snuffed out like that." "Now you know. Let me go get us a few more beers and then we should head back. You're getting pretty sunburned already. I guess it's always cloudy in Connecticut, huh?" He got up off the bench before I could reply. I was alone with a million thoughts. My new roommate was very sexual and probably HIV+. My new life had started in a very alarming place. How would the adult me deal with this? Sensibly and sanely. That's what I decided. Brent came back with two normal sized mugs of beer. "We can just drink these on the walk. Nobody's going to miss two cheap glasses." He was a risk-taker whereas I had a fear of shadows. I'd never even stolen a pack of gum before. "So...how many credit hours are you taking, Brent?" "Eight. I think. What about you?" "Ten. I have to take that many or I lose the scholarship money." He drained his beer in one long chug as I couldn't help but watch his hairy Adam's Apple bob up and down. He tossed the empty glass against a light pole and it shattered. "Hurry and finish yours, Babe." 'Babe'? Did he really just call me that? Maybe the sun/beer combo had made my hearing fuzzy. I really didn't want to drink more of the beer so I just handed him the mug. "I'm not a real fan of beer." "Hell, man. You should have said something earlier. I got a surprise." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pint of Captain Morgans rum. "I thought you could see the bulge of this -- or did you just think my left butt cheek was deformed?" "No...I..." "You haven't even once checked out my ass? I'm hurt." What the hell? "Relax, Babe. I'm just teasing you. I know I've got a fat butt, but it's solid. Want to feel?" I started to say something, but the rum was passed to me and I took an extended sip. "You're my friend and roommate, Cowboy. I don't want things to start awkwardly. You know?" "Oh. You're one of those practical types. I need that in my life, I guess. Take another sip." It was a restorative kind of liquor...I suddenly felt awake and clear. We were at the little stone bridge over the duck pond. "We should buy some bread or something and come feed them." "Yeah. And you could draw them. Ducks can't be too hard to draw." "Ugh. That reminds me that I'm about a week behind in mt daily sketches. I have to bring a full sketchbook on my first day of "Life Drawing 1" class. I was pretty disciplined about it all Summer, but I got distracted with all the packing and moving. Shit." "Relax. School doesn't start for six more days. What do you usually draw?" "Anything. I draw my left hand a lot because I need to get better at hands. Trees. My dog. I'm a cartoonist at heart, but there's no major for that." "Draw me. Draw my hands." He held them up to my face, and they were big and gnarly. Hygiene was not his thing. His nails were black with filth and he maybe cut them with dull scissors. Sharp, ugly edges. Who shows up for their first day of college without the tiniest attempt at grooming? Some guy nicknamed 'Bull' I guess. "Why do they call you Bull?" He grinned. "I'm the bull in a china shop. I got the name during my party days when I'd get really drunk and crash into stuff, breaking furniture and putting holes in walls. I also have giant balls like a longhorn bull. You'll see 'em later." I really wanted to. "I've never had rum before. It's good...not too harsh." "Good to know. I prefer vodka, but it tends to make me a little crazy." We got back to the dorm and it was loud as hell. Everybody had set up their stereos and were letting their neighbors know what kind of music they liked. Inside the room, I offered to help Brent connect all of his electronics. "Nah. Not now...neither of us are clear-headed enough for that shit. It can wait. I want to see this sketchbook you talked about." I dug through my box of art stuff and found it, but before I could turn around to hand it to him, Bull was passed out. He was too big for that little twin bed, but it's not like any of of us had a choice about it. He had all of his clothes on and I was thinking maybe I should take his shoes off for him, but I was sleepy myself. It had been a long trip. I lied down on my own midget bed and closed my eyes. "You awake?" What? I thought I'd only closed my eyes for a few minutes, but the shadows from the window told me it was already evening. "Uh..I think so. How long have you been up?" " A while. Did you know you talk in your sleep? I mean, like, a lot! We had a whole conversation while you were out." "Really? I've slept alone in my own room since I was a baby. What did I say?" "Random things. Honest things." We drank and talked a lot during those first few days, and I realized I was not orienting myself with college -- only with Bull. I cut way down on the partying once classes started because I wanted to wake up on time for my early classes and not be too hungover to do all the walking required on a daily basis. My roommate seemed to resent losing his drinking buddy and often referred to me as a 'choir boy'. Bull was not cut out for academia (big surprise), and kept right on drinking. When I was busy reading or at my drawing table, he'd wander drunkenly around the dorm and find other future dropouts to bullshit with. As he floundered, I was really hitting a good groove. My drawing skills improved and my ideas got fresher. By the time Halloween was approaching, Bull began a long episode of depression. I felt bad. He needed a good friend, and was probably wishing we could hang out like we did that first week. Midterms aren't all that grueling for art students, and I suggested we go out and do something. He brightened up and said, "Finally! I've almost had enough of your altar boy routine." "This weekend is all ours. I'm sorry for ignoring you, but I'm really doing well in all of my classes." "Thanks to me, " he snorted. "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" "Let's have a drink, and I'll confess something." He fished a bottle of rum from under his bed and sat next to me. We shared sips and I waited for his 'confession'. "Well, I told you about how you talk in your sleep, right?" "Yeah." "It turns out that you also listen in your sleep." "Meaning?" I suddenly felt a little scared. "I give you suggestions while you were out. Well, more like commands. I tell you to have a good, restful sleep and be completely energized when you wake up. Had any really good dreams lately?" I remembered something from a few nights ago.... I was in a room with a dozen Saint Bernard puppies that were jumping all over me. They were licking my skin and nipping me with their sharp puppy teeth. It was pure heaven as I lied on the floor as they covered me with love. Just thinking about it now made me smile. "Yeah. You did that?" "I helped." "Wow. It's like hypnosis, sort of. Just don't make me do anything weird -- like start talking with a German accent. Promise?" "I can't make you do anything that would hurt you or embarrass you. I like you too much to ever try shit like that." And then I just leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Out of nowhere. Did he plant that idea in my sleeping brain? I had to wonder because I'm not a forward person. I'm a bystander. I'd watched people do things like this in movies and on TV, but never once put myself in the picture. My first kiss. "Did you cause me to do that?" "No. You wanted to do that...and it surprised the hell out of me." I suddenly felt like a moron. "Sorry, Bull. I guess I just had too much rum." "No, I don't think you've had nearly enough." He grinned and handed me the bottle. "I have something else to confess, Babe." Oh God. This night was getting way too eventful. "I looked through your sketchbook. I looked at every single page." "Oh." I was okay with people I didn't know looking at my work, but friends and family never got that kind of access. I can't tell you why. "Well?..." "I was super impressed. You said you weren't good at drawing hands, but you have perfected them. And I think you've drawn enough ducks for now. Same with that damn stone bridge. I also noticed you drew one of me while I was taking a nap. I wanted to tear it from the sketch book and keep it for myself. It was so good and yet -- it was flattering. I saw myself but I also saw you." "What do you mean?" "I just could see you in the lines and the shapes. Does that make sense?" It did. In my Life Drawing 1 class, I sat at an easel next to some girl who was extremely talented. Her drawings had the kind of perfection and coldness that she herself possessed. "You can have that drawing, Bull. I'll give it to you now." "No. I have a better idea." He left the room for a minute and returned with two cold cans of Coke from the vending machine. "Cuba Libre!" We had rum and cokes and continued chatting idly for a few minutes. "Too bad you never got around to hooking up your fancy stereo equipment. Tunes would be nice right now. And isn't opening the windows and blasting music a typical college thing to do?" "Know why? Because, during one of our conversations while you slept, I asked you what kind of music you liked. You rattled off a list of bands that I'd never even heard of...except Nirvana." "Man. That band got me through my last few years of high school." "I also like to hear reality more than something recorded on a disc by some stranger." We continued to empty the bottle as we talked about a million different things. I didn't try to kiss him again but I was moving closer until we were touching. He'd never seemed so large before. "You know...I could draw a portrait of you that you could give your mom. Christmas is a few months away." "That's a nice idea, Babe...but my mama would give a shit about a gift like that. If I used it to wrap something from Tiffany's she'd be happy." Oh. I had known people with mothers like that. "Sorry." "No. I do want you to draw my portrait...for me." "Sure. But like I said, you can have that page from my sketchbook." "Why not just draw me now?" "I think I'm too buzzed, Bull. You'll end up looking like that kid from 'Mask' or something." "That would be cool too. Go get your paper and pencils while I comb my hair a little." I fetched the big tablet of paper I used to draw those scrawny, starving models in art class. There was no easel here so I'd have to just hold it up with my left hand. No. I sat on the floor instead and bent my knees up so I could use my legs as an easel. It would feel weird if I wasn't so buzzed. Bull grabbed the stool by my drawing table and sat down in front of me. "Too close, dude. You're forcing a weird of a perspective there. Move back a little." He sighed. "You're the artist." He moved the stool about four feet away from where I was. Four feet was about as far as we could be separated in this room. And then he clicked on his desk lamp and aimed it carefully before turning off the overhead light. Huh? "This is to create shadows....you're good with shadows." I thought of the models I'd drawn in class...under super bright industrial lights. This would be a nice change. "Okay -- get comfortable. Pick a pose you can hold for 30 minutes at least." He started undressing which was not what I meant by 'getting comfortable', but whatever. He started by taking off those giant cowboy boots he wore on a daily basis. He had brought five or six pairs of them, but these old tan ones were his favorite. The leather was old and full of creases, and I made a mental note to draw one of them in my sketchbook sometime. He then took off the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as the day he was born. "Wow." I either thought that or said that out loud. Maybe I did both. I'd glimpsed his dick before. I knew it was bigger than mine and was uncut. But looking at it freely was a different thing. It was HUGE, just like the rest of him. It hung down there like a slab of meat at the butcher's shop. No wonder he had had so much sex in his life. It wasn't just that -- he just had a sex vibe about him. And I think he knew that he did. I think he also knew that I sometimes responded to it. If not for the rum in my system, I might have been crippled by shyness and made a quick exit. But I was relaxed and happy to be exactly where I was now. For whatever reason he tossed his discarded clothes right next to me. He stepped right over me as he did that, and all I could see was a wall of hairy flesh. Dear God. I was hard but I acted cool even though I was about ready to drool all over myself. "OK. I'm ready. Draw everything...even my double chin, my gut and these weird knees." He was perfect. I had fallen in love with with every flaw he thought he had. I didn't love his hygiene habits too much though. He shaved his face so irregularly that you couldn't tell if he was trying to grow a beard or shave one off. And his fingernails were worse then they were when I first noticed them. And his feet? I had to look away fbrom those things. And his body odor was pretty potent -- a mixture of sweat, spice and dirty bathroom. But I didn't care at the moment. "I hope you won't be disappointed by this, Bull. It won't be my best work." Even after I said that, I still swigged directly from the nearby rum bottle. Fuck it. I'd just do this and then we could laugh at my drunken attempts afterward. Once my pencil connected with the paper everything changed. I was suddenly more sober and focused. I started with a few light lines to loosen up. I always started from top to bottom, so I drew the shape his head. He was so fucking sexy. The models I drew in class were sexless in my eyes...I never once got aroused by them. I'd never drawn a body so furry before either. I'd deal with that later. I went into that space where I was just eyeballs and a hand. Drawing can do that to you. "Hold on, Babe. I want to get my camera and take a picture of you when you draw. Your eyes, when you concentrate are so incredible. Draw me every day, please." The spell was broken. I was suddenly a drunk kid on the floor again...with an erection pressed against the fly of my jeans. What time was it? I wonder if the reason I liked art is because it had the ability to take you out of your body for a while. "Never mind, Bull. I told you I was in no shape to draw tonight. Let's just chill out for awhile and then go to sleep. I'm wiped out." "OK. I can't find the goddamn camera anyway. I'm a little disorganized if you haven't noticed." Yes, I have. "You can get dressed now and we'll try this again over the weekend." "Why should I put clothes on?," he asked in a confused child's tone. "Or don't. I wish I was as confident in my own body as you are with yours." "I'll take care of that. I had no idea you weren't aware of how good look." He plopped down on my bed, put a fat finger to my forehead and said "From now on, you will see yourself as I see you." What? I'm glad the bottle was almost empty. Maybe we were just two drunk college guys who didn't know what we were saying. I leaned my head against his hairy knee. My boner was just not going to go away... and probably wouldn't until I had a chance to beat off in private. "I loved seeing you naked, Bull." "I'm still naked, Babe. Get up off the floor. Now." I did as I was told and saw that his prick had grown thicker, longer and harder. Was something going to happen now? Did I really want it to? My judgement was impaired, but my shyness and fears were still there somewhere in the blur. "Take off your shirt at least." I did. The weather here was so much nicer than in Connecticut. People in my town were probably all in sweatshirts or sweaters right now. "Did you forget to bring nail clippers with you, Bull? You can always use mine." "What...you don't like my nails?" He splayed his giant paw in front of my face. They were even worse than I remembered. Not just dirty, but jagged and sharp. Probably one of Bat Man's enemies had nails like his. And then I found myself taking his left thumb in my mouth. Why? I have no idea. I guess I wanted to save his feelings and let him know I adored his whole self. I could feel those nasty nails scrape up the inside of my mouth and my tongue. Is it weird that I found that erotic? What the hell was wrong with me? I just kept sucking each finger as Bull made pleasure noises. When I saw that there was now no dirt left under his gnarly nails, I had to make myself realize that all that grime had been ingested by me. Gross, right? I should go swig some Listerine, but I just drained the rest of the rum bottle and let it do what it could. "I...I guess I have a thing for fingers. Never knew about myself." "You were fantastic, Babe. I nearly came. What about toes? Do you have a thing for toes?" "I don't know." "I bet you do...they're just like fingers, only shorter and stinkier. Give it a try. I won't make you do it if you don't like it." And then he stretched his big frame horizontally on my bed. "Your mattress is just as lumpy as mine." I was on auto-pilot when I went to the end of the bed and regarded his size 14 (maybe 15) soles. They were massive but mostly clean. There was an odor that didn't turn me off in the least. The nails on this end were as bad or worse than what I could have imagined. Maybe I couldn't do this. But I knew Bull would like it if I at least tried. I started with the big toe. I licked it first and then kissed it. He made encouraging sounds so I just went ahead and sucked it. Of course the nail was as sharp as a switchblade and I could feel it cut into my lips and gums. When I moved to the second toe I made a discovery: Toes can't help but being close to each other whereas fingers can be offered one by one. His other nails were scratching my face all to hell. I would have stopped if I hadn't gotten so into it. The point of return. I finished every toe on both feet. Once again I had sucked all the grime away and swallowed it. His feet looked fresh out of the shower. I really wish there was some more rum left to wash my mouth a little. As soon as I thought that, Bull had produced a new bottle from somewhere. It was vodka this time. Where the fuck did he have that hidden? "I'm afraid this doesn't really mix well with soda pop. Orange juice, maybe, but they don't have that in the vending machine. We'll just do shots." Shots? Didn't you need those little tiny glasses for shots? Guess not. I was aware that I needed to pee really bad. "I need to piss. Be right back." "I do too. Hold on a second while I put on my robe." He put on a very wrinkled robe and pushed his boner to the side so it wouldn't poke out. I am very "pee shy" , and can't pee with someone else near. He had no way of knowing that, of course. Fuck it...I was about to bust. We went into the empty bathroom and I had no problem letting a stream loose. Relief. "Fuck. It's not easy to piss with a hard-on." Bull stood there for a while before he finished. Out of pure habit I went to wash my hands at the sink -- which is bizarre considering all the unhygienic things I had just done. Mistake. I saw myself in the mirror and my face was as scratched up as if I'd fallen into a rose bush. My lips were cut and swollen. I'd definitely skip classes tomorrow. Was it as bad as I thought? Or was I just seeing the sin and depravity looking back at me? Either way, it couldn't be changed now. We sat down on my bed again and I was desperately wishing we could watch TV...a college football game, anything. "Hey, Bull -- why haven't you set up your TV or stereo yet? I brought a little portable TV with me but I never plugged it in after seeing how nice yours was." "I would have, but I guess I'd rather not have any useless noise when you're around. You say interesting things. Way more interesting than anything in a Pringle's commercial." That was a nice thing to hear...but also a little creepy. The room seemed to have gotten even smaller all of the sudden. I wondered if I should just tell him I wanted to sleep now. I'd take a few more drinks from the bottle first. I had an uncle who was a blackout drunk. He'd drink until he was suddenly asleep. How much booze did it take to get to that point? Uncle Kyle crashed his car into a concrete barrier when I was 14. It was terrible to see how badly my father took the news that his brother had indirectly taken his own life. I didn't want to think about that now so I took bigger sips of the vodka. I wanted to erase so many things "Hey. Brent?" "Yeah?" "Remember when you said 'I won't make you do anything you don't want to'?" "Yes, I remember." "Don't ever say that again. In case you haven't noticed -- I'm pretty meek. Very shy. I need someone to take charge." Right as the words left my mouth, I felt a droplet of blood run down my chin. It fell onto my bare stomach and looked so red that it reminded me of the fake blood I used to buy at Halloween. Fascinating. "Deal." We continued to drink and my coma never came. I didn't even have an upset stomach -- which is weird because I'd forgotten to eat any dinner. I was forgetting meals a lot lately. Bull still had his robe on but had untied the belt and let his enormous boner stick straight out. I found the foreskin so interesting -- mainly because mine had been snipped at birth. I liked how he moved it moved back and forth over the head. It was like a magic trick to me. The head of his dick was bright, shiny and wet. I'd only ever seen myself ejaculate...maybe I'd get to watch another man cum now. The prospect of that was thrilling. "I'm getting a little dizzy, Bull. I think I might need to sleep now." "No. You're not. You are going to take off the rest of your clothes now. Do it." I had told him to take charge, and I guess he was starting now. I stripped and felt like a fool just standing naked there in front of him. I was so skinny and weak-looking compared to him. He was a grown man and I was just a whisper. Vapor. "Nice. You need some sun, but everything else is beautiful. You glow. Now get on the floor, on your knees." I knew what was coming (so to speak). He would want me to put his penis in my mouth. That would be actual sex. Or would it? Nobody ever told me the true definition. My high school friend Arna had sex with some older guy when we were juniors. She was relieved to not be a virgin anymore. But wasn't oral sex still sex? I was probably getting ahead of myself. Maybe he just wanted me to suck on his toes again while he beat off. He stood up and held that meat an inch from my face. I could feel the heat from it. "Go ahead, Babe. You can kiss it." There was no going back. I felt lightheaded as I moved closer to plant a big smooch on that pucker of extra skin at the end of his shaft. It smelled and tasted cleaner than the rest of him. I saw a drop of my blood where I'd just kissed it. He must have seen it too. "It's okay, Babe. Pull the skin back and keep going." When I eased the hood back, that beautiful swollen head was revealed. It was a marvel. The slit was already dripping some clear fluid that I knew was called 'pre-sum'. I knew it served the same biological purpose that women 'getting wet' did. Natural lube for the purpose of creating babies. My own dick produced it sometimes, but on a very irregular basis. I touched the tip of my tongue to it. How could I not? It was surprisingly sweet and reminded my taste buds of canned peaches somehow. "You are going to do this, Babe -- but I will be as patient as you need me to be. Start sucking." I started by getting that whole slimy knob in my mouth. I sucked on it like a jawbreaker for a few seconds before daring myself to move it further toward the back of my tongue. There was a small spurt of fluid that shot from the slit. Was it over? Had I made him cum already. "Oops. Sorry. I guess I had a little piss left in there." Oh. It turned me on a little to do something so depraved. I just kept going until I felt like I might involuntarily throw up. The gag reflex -- which had its own biological purpose. I was undaunted because I really wanted to do this right and make Bull feel good. When my airway was blocked by his dick, I backed off a little and inhaled oxygen through my nose. "Not bad for a beginner. You're lucky I'm so close to nutting." I was now inspired to really try to stimulate that Bull semen out of him and swallow it. I moved back to the head and then plunged down again and again. I reached up and grabbed his beefy ass cheeks which made him thrust his hips a little more. When he twisted his fingers into my hair and started pulling it hard, I just shot a load all over my chest and stomach. He understood, and pulled harder until he was ripping some out in clumps. The pain only fueled my desire to keep sucking. He was close. "Shit! I'm gonna cum! Oh FUUUUCK!" I felt the heavy shaft drop a load of sperm down my throat. I wished I could have tasted some of it but it was already down the pipes. Luckily he had a few more gluey shots which I made sure went into my mouth. It tasted like him, if that makes sense. Bull was breathing hard as if he'd just run a mile. I was proud of the job I'd done but also sad that it was over. I pulled away for a bit and let myself take a good long look at his heavy ball sack. Bull balls. He helped me to my feet and I suddenly felt very exhausted. "Wow. Dude. I...I can't even begin to tell you how good that felt. Shit! It's early - let's have a few more shots." Early? I had no idea if it was 11 PM or 3 AM. I was going to skip classes for awhile and let the cuts on my face heal. Plus, I probably had bald spots on my head now. I'd be wearing a baseball cap for the foreseeable future. Oh, who cares? I wanted the afterglow to last. "What time is it?" "Like I told you, it's early." It seemed to bug him that I even asked. "Sorry." "No, I'm sorry. I just love seeing you relaxed and I can be a little bossy sometimes. But you like that about me, right?" "Indeed." He took a pull from the bottle. "Oh look. You've got a little cum on your lower lip." He trailed a finger around my mouth and it felt like lip balm...the expensive kind. I felt nothing but bliss. But what happened now? Would we be doing this often? Every day? Would I have any skin left on my face in a few weeks? I lost the bliss and became my worrisome self again. I was once again one of those people that needs answers. We drank a little while longer and then exhaustion hit him as it had already hit me. I was already naked so all I had to do was get under the sheets. Bull switched off the lamp that been on during everything. Shadows. While it was nice to be getting some rest, it was also bad because I now had time to think about what I'd just done. His dirt, sweat, urine and semen had all made direct contact with my bloodstream. I thought of one this one girl I knew who sometimes hooked up with a guy who refused to wear a rubber. She'd probably come down from a sexual high only to worry about possibly being pregnant. I suddenly knew what kind of thoughts went through her head as she tried to sleep. A man who probably had a deadly virus inside of him had probably just given it to me. A silent little parasite, waiting for the signal to make me sick. It couldn't be undone now. The finality of it gave me some measure of peace. There was a whirring noise in my head....the alcohol was sloshing in my brain and up against my eardrums. The ocean. "The moon is made of metal." What? Huh? Bull must be talking in his sleep. "I thought it was mostly rock." Maybe I could have a sleep conversation with him like he claimed he often had with me. "Remember to always believe me, Ken. What I say is always true." Oh, I guess he was awake and thinking I was asleep. I waited. "Can you remember that?" "Yes." "Good. You must start to obey me with no second thoughts. It's what you really want after all." "Yes." "You won't be going home for Thanksgiving. You want to stay here with me." "I do. Yes." Sleep was pulling at me so hard. "Now continue to sleep deeply and have a healing rest. You will feel great when you wake up. Understand?" "Yes." "You'll stay in bed all morning. One more thing...you will not regret anything we did tonight." "Yes."

Being the total cumdump that i am if i think about something that gets me bone hard is this : Letting a top control who fucks me & when & where, He would tell me where to go & what time & expose my bare ass for whoever to use - no questions asked, I don't need to see the guys pics or whatever just me being sent somewhere at a specific time drop my pants ass up to be used by who ever.

to have a 'friend' take me to a homeless camp. chain me to a tree. leave a couple cases of beer there. the homeless can fuck me and grab a can of beer as payment

Over the summer I took care of a kid who had surgery on his leg. Recent high school grad headed to college in the fall. He came out of the operating room very anxious and crying. He had a knee immobilizer on it which is a big brace that run the length of the leg and is secured with Velcro straps. As I was assessing him I saw that the OR staff had gotten his balls trapped in the top of the immobilizer. No wonder he was hurting. I freed them and rolled them around to make sure they were OK. He immediately calmed down and relaxed and told me no one had ever touched him there before. He would fall asleep then wake up for a minute or two then would go back out as the anesthesia meds worked there way out of his system. As I kept playing with his balls his cock grew rock hard and stayed that way. I ran my fingers over it and gave it a few pulls. Kid had a nice cock. Long and plump with a nice flared head. I kept playing with him and watched him as he would wake up then fall back to sleep. His hips were pushing up to meet my hand as I stroked him and I leaned over and licked a bit of precum off the head of his cock. The more I licked and sucked the more still he got. I watched him as I gave a few deep swallows and he blasted his load in my mouth. I milked every drop out of him then let him rest. When he was more awake and getting ready to be discharged I helped him to the bathroom where he had to hold on to me because of his leg. I untied his hospital gown and soon had him naked. I reached down and took his cock and aimed it for him. He got hard again just like that. He was so apologetic saying he was sorry and that no one had ever touched him there---if he only remembered what I did earlier he would know that was no longer true. I looked down at his hard cock in my hand and told him he had a great cock. I asked where he hid it when it got hard since it was so big. As I was talking I was slowly jacking him and those hips started moving again. I asked him if he liked that and if it felt good and he just softly moaned and watched his cock fucking my hand. It was like he was hypnotized and could not look away. I said just wait until you get a blowjob and can fuck this big cock in their mouth and he told me he wanted that so bad but didn’t think it was ever going to happen. He asked what a blowjob felt like was it really that good? I moved him so he was leaning against the sink and said let me show you and sank to my knees as I sucked his cock for the second time in a few hours. One hand grabbed the back of my head and he blasted another load in me. I licked his cock clean again and watched him as he just stared at me. I stood up, leaned in, and asked how was it? He surprised me by kissing me. He told me that was amazing. I told him now he didn’t have to worry that it would never happen.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): cesar Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 310-908-9972 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 10009 Times you're generally not available: 9-7 tuesday-saturday Age: 29 Height: 5'7 Weight: 170 Ethnicity: latino

Back Stories: Mike You can't get to the point (pun intended) of riding the Devil without some help from some amazing men. Here is the first of a series of "back stories" regarding the people who got me to this level of FFun and Piggyness. Mike. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I remember the very first time, the moment exact moment when it all began. Before that, I never liked having my ass played with. I was 1975 and I was 28 and considered myself a 100-percent top. I would never let anyone touch my ass. Then, I saw this man in the Rawhide. He wore full leather, had massive shoulders, a wicked smile, and was flagging red / orange on both sides. Over the following weeks, we bantered and verbally spared. I later found out that he was 46. This guy was such a fucking stud. Over 6ft 4 inches, black hair streaked with gray, dense beard, hard razor-sized nipples with massive nip rings, and amazing piercing green eyes. Then the bantering was over, I bedded this “older” man. Well, actually, I relented and he bedded me. When I finally got the chance, I fucked him long and hard, working his nips in the process, getting us both off multiple times in that first night. But he had conditions, he would only let me fuck him when he was fingering my ass. And, I let him. The affair lasted about six months, but by then my hole had gotten use to being played with. In that last month, before he left for San Francisco, he changed the rules." Each time I fucked him, he fuck me in return. As hard as I fucked him, he fucked me harder and more brutally. Then one day he packed up and departed of the Coast. That’s when I started getting fucked by other men. It was a rare event at first, but eventually it became my thing. I got off on having a big dick opening up my ass. I was getting off by having some big man climb on top of me, and I’d make him fuck me the way I liked it, working my nips hard and: • Pulling his dick all the way out and then plunging it back in • Fucking me with just the head and then suddenly driving it deep into my ass • Deep hard penetrations • Battering my guts with his cock I love long deep hard punishing fucks! I started to think with my ass and not my dick. On a trip to London, I even hooked up with some biker-trash trick. He turned me on to the joys of PnP. In that first riding of the dragon, he slipped a hand inside of me. I came instantly. After I returned to New York and over the next months, fists became easier and easier to take. First one fist, then two was my need, actually my demand. Eventually, I got into punch fucking, and pushed my over stretched envelope. In those dark days of grease and Tina, I would find some horny fucker and let him push his fist up my ass followed by his cock and balls. I could feel his fist deep in me and wrapped around his stiff cock deep in my ass as he spewed his load, draining his embedded balls. I left my "date" on more than one occasion with Crisco and ass-snot running down my legs, staining my 501s. At a party in an abandoned warehouse, I found this one major twisted ffister, Mack. He found me well tweaked and in a sling in a dark corner of the room, and he just knew how to get me torqued, pushing all the right buttons. After some extensive twisted elbow deep fisting, he put me out of the sling and onto the floor on my back. Then he pulled an aluminum baseball bat from a bag and waved it in my face. He handed me the poppers, and told me that I had better “steel” myself. Taking the huge popper hit and holding it for a 10 count, I exhaled, and he slowly pushed the bat deep into me. He rolled it around for a good long time. Pulling it out to the head and pushing it in deep and hard. over and over again and raking my prostrate till I came. He worked my hole till all I could do was "dry" cum. When I was fully expended, Mack tossed the poppers to me, and then told me that I had better get ready for “ROUND TWO!” From the bag he retrieved a second bat and pushed it into my gaping mouth. I sucked on and felt its coldness. Taking a hit, he then twisted the first bat and skillfully worked the second in next to the first. Man, I don't know how I took the second aluminum bat. My ass ached and stretched and then I started to moan with pleasure. I could feel my sphincter stretching and staining to let the two bats take purchase. He abused my over stretched rosebud well into the night and as the sun rose the following morning he finally relented as I finally passed out. It took me over a week to just walk normally again. But, I was ready and wanted more! Two weeks later, I met Mack again back at the warehouse. This time he brought a “friend” with him. This friend, “Stick,” was some nasty piece of street trash, with a shaved head, and a twisted demented look in his deep-set black eyes. Stick was thin and wiry, and an acid freak. Over and over Mack kept saying that this man was “remarkable”. Mack did the “honors” and got us all well tweaked. Stick needed a double hit (and Mack came prepared) to reach our level of piggyness. Over the next hours, it was a nonstop pigfest, major amounts of fisting, fucking, sucking, and rimming. The three of us were on autopilot. I don’t know how long we were out it, but at some point, Mack turned me over on my back and climbed onto my chest. He started kissing me and working my nips, while he used his legs to push mine apart. Between our legs, Frank greased up both arms, and slowly started to push a clenched fist into each of our asses. Over the next hour or so, with steady pressure, he advanced until he was above his elbows. Then he quickly pulled out of us simultaneously. Our asses each emitted a loud sloppy “pop.” Wiping his hands off, he reached behind him and retrieved two spikes, each containing “K.” Stick took an alcohol swab and wiped off a spot on my ass. Then he hit me squarely in that spot with the spike. I took a deep hit of poppers, and he grunted, "GET READY FOR THE K HOLE,” and the floor seemed to drop from below me as the k hit my blood stream. Stick pushed and pushed hard as my ass opened wider and wider. I was riding his bicep before I knew it. Mack clamped down on my nips and kissed me as the K hit his blood stream. He started to buck hard as Stick pushed into him and within moments, he was on Stick's other bicep. From that moment on, I was addicted to fisting. Back Story – Mack My twisted biker fist buddy, Mac, was inventive to say the least. A week after our greasy workout with Stick, he started to leave me nasty phone messages and slipping random notes under my apartment door. They contained sly hints about our next encounter, a week long vacation the following week, with his bike club. Arriving home that Friday, I showered, did a deep clean out, changed into my leathers, threw some closes, toys, some spikes and favs into a pair of saddlebags. Throwing the bags over my shoulder, I headed to the garage to retrieve my ’52 K Harley. The bike had been pulled from its storage bin and sat in the middle of the garage. Mac was sitting on it when I arrived. Next to the bike was his fully restored ’33 “R” Harley. The night was warm and clear, perfect riding weather. Following his lead, we got on the FDR Drive, and then took the Taconic Parkway towards Albany. About 10 miles south of Albany, we exited the Parkway, riding on quiet country road, ending on an old farm road heading into the forest. Mac pulled over at a small clearing and we dismounted. I pulled a water bottle out of a saddlebag, and Mac retrieved his bottle of Jimmy Beam. He leaned over, grabbed my bottle, and threw it into the woods. Shoving the Beam in my hand, he said something about “starting to get ready.” I took a large swallow and handed back the bottle. We mounted up and about 15 minutes up the road, an old hunting cabin stood in a clearing surrounded by outbuildings and pens. Mac announced that, “We have arrived!” Pulling our bikes into a large shed (already containing over a dozen bikes), he grabbed my saddlebags and his, and we headed to the cabin. Smoke was rising from a stone chimney at the end of the building, and there were leather-clad bikers milling around on an expansive wrap-around porch. Mac introduced me around, referring to me as “fresh meat.” This was a crew of burley bearded men sporting lots of flannel and steel. Mac led me into the cabin, up a central staircase, and to a very small room at the end of a hall. The room contained just two cots and a small table with lamp. I quickly shed my leathers and boot, pulling on a well worn pair of 501s with the ass ripped open, and a T-shirt emblazoned on the front was “FIST ME and and on the back in bigger letters was " AND I'M YOURS.” Mac laughed and said that shirt was going to get me a lot of attention and a lot of "trouble," and that I better be careful about what I asked for …. I told him that I always ask for what I wanted / needed, and this was my way to get my message out loud and clear. If all else failed, since he brought me “up north” it would be his responsibility to do the deed. He started to say something, but some yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. We all gathered in a large room with a blazing fireplace, a large well-worn table and over 20 chairs stood in the center, and abused overstuffed chairs lined one end of the room. A large man, with massive arms and belly, (I later learned it was the owner of the property, Pete), stood at the head of the table leaning over a large caldron. He bellowed that he had several announcements, as he ladled out bowls of a hardy hunter’s stew, which were passed to the seated men around the table. The first announcement was a welcome to the new and first time members of the Crew. Looking around he found me, asked me and this angry looking man to stand up. He introduced James and I and and thanked us for coming. He said that the crew had been informed earlier in the month that two new members would be joining them. He asked that a small jar be brought forward. He told James and I that we had to pull a number from the jar. The largest number would entitle the man to the "SEAT OF HONOR," next to him a the head of the table. He also told the assembled men that both James and I would be requiring their utmost attention during the wee, Then he commented on my shirt, and said that everyone should give me all the “special” attention they could muster, and hoped that I won the place of honor! James reached into the jar and it was handed to me. I pulled out a piece of paper and found a large "6" on it. When Pete called for the numbers, I yelled out "6" and James called out "2." The room erupted in applause, “oinks,” wolf-calls, and whistles. Someone behind me placed a lanyard over my head. Attached to it was a can of large can of Crisco and two bottles of poppers. Pete told me that I should keep the lanyard handy at all times, and then told me that there was a lot more, "should you run out!” He then asked me to sit at the place to his right at the head of the table. The room grew quite, as I moved to my assigned place. When I pulled the chair from under the table, embedded in the seat was a huge dildo. I looked from Pete to Mac, then at the chair seat. I pulled the Crisco’s lid off, dropped it on the table, reached into the can and grabbed a handful of the grease, slathered it on the head of the dildo and then on my ass. I grabbed the towel from the nearby wine bucket, wiped my hands as good as I could, and stood up on my chair. I opened the poppers, took a large hit, held it, and lowered myself slowly down on the dildo. The men in the room went wild, the noise filling the room. I took a second hit, and forced the entire dildo into my ass, and sitting firmly down on the seat of the chair. The volume of the noise increased as someone yelled out, “FUCK … HE TOOK THE ENTIRE THING!!!!” Pete looked at me and then raised his hands to quiet the crowd. He said, when the room was quiet, “Well Mac, you certainly know how to pick your fisting buddies” and then he turned to me and said, “If this is any indication of how this week is going to turn out, we are going to have an outstanding time!” “Someone give Mike a glass of “home brew” to keep him in the mood while I finish up a few other announcements.” Pete then continued. Number ONE was that this was the last meal he was preparing for rest of the week. We were on our own as far as food was concerned. The kitchen was well stocked, kegs of beer were out the back door, and a couple of gallons of “home brew” could be found in the “Larder.” Mac leaned over and told me that the Pete made the “brew” from an old moonshine recipe that came from the Ozarks. He also said that the Larder contained enough favs to satisfy all of the participants’ needs. Number TWO: He was not our “FUCKING MAID” and that he expected us all to hang around at the end of the week for “cleanup duty.” He went on to explain that the last time they met, he had a lot of explaining to do when he delivered a truckload of party remnants to the Town’s dump. The woman running the place when inspecting the load, wanted to know how many pies were baked, considering the large number of empty Crisco cans that could be seen in the refuse. The men around the table hooted and stomped their feet, calling him a “Fucking House Frau and a Fucking Baker.” Number THREE: The two cabin toilets were on a old septic system. There was no way in hell that it would manage the piss and shit of 20 men. If we wanted to play with piss and shit, the green shed at the end of the pasture was the place to go. Otherwise, we should use the four outhouses in the back of the house. Then he called out for Frank to stand up. He said sternly, “And Frank, I made sure the pit below the last outhouse was cleaned out, before my workers left on their vacations.” Frank said, “Thank you, you think of everything.” Mac muttered under his breath, “and the pit is a perfect place if you are into piss and shit play.” I assume that it was said for my benefit. Number FOUR: He said that he was “Not in charge!” If anyone had a problem or issue, they should go talk to the clubs president, Bull Dog. At the mention of his name, a big bald headed bear-chested man, covered with tats and steel, stood up from a chair in the corner. He bellowed, “AND IT BETTER BE DAMN IMPORTANT BEFORE YOU COME CALLING ON ME! IF I GOT MY ARM IN AN ASS, OR THERE IS AN ARM IN MINE, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING SURE THE WORLDS ON FIRE, CAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME!” Someone in the crowd yelled out, “FUUUUUCK, you ripped me a new asshole when you pulled out of me. Luckily, I was higher than a fucked over kite, and it felt DAMMMMMMN GOOD! You just didn’t push it back in when I needed it!” The crowd roared its approval! Then he sat down. The talk around the table was loud and boisterous. Sitting on the dildo I was feeling no pain, as I drained my glass, an old mason jar. When it was empty, someone filled it again to the brim with a rich honey colored liquid. Mac leaned over and said that I should go slow, cause the “brew is laced with GBH, “T”, and ”X.” One “jar” later, I was more than two sheets to the wind. When I tried to stand, Mac helped me, pulling me free from the dildo, as ass juices, greasy and slim leaked from my ass. As Mac and I moved down the table towards the bathroom, arms reached out to grab me while others were shoved up my willing ass. As I passed the bottom of the table, Bull Dog stood up and blocked my path. He pulled his huge steel studded cock out of his pants, grabbed and turned me turned me around, then pulled me up on his lap as he sat down. His cock slid into me with a loud “slurping” sound and the crowded cheered. I could feel each and every ring and barb and piercing in his cock rake my prostrate over and over again. He worked my nips and ass with a vengeance. With a loud grunt, he came and gobs of cum were pushed up my receptive ass. The crowd called for more as I was led into a large room next to the fireplace. It was a bathroom. Against one wall was a 10-ft piss trough, along another stood 7 toilets, no privacy partitions, along the third was a 15-ft stall shower with all sorts of showerheads and shower shots. On the fourth wall stood 6 basin sinks. I turned to Mac and said, “a perfect play room?” As we stood in the middle of the room, me trying to unbutton my pants, Mac told me that the building was originally an electric utilities “line cabin”, built to handle a crew of about 30 men. Pete’s great grandfather “acquired” it in a nightlong game of cards. He used it as a hunting cabin, and Pete had inherited it about 15 years ago. It became the de facto headquarters for his bike club, and a place where there were “no rules.” Mac gave me this really evil looking smile, and said that I might want to hold on to the piss I was thinking about wasting. There would be a use for it shortly. Unfortunately, I could not “save” it. Seeing my discomfort, Mac got down on his knees, unbuttoned my 501s, and freed my cock. He sniffed it and then licked the head all the way down to its base and then my balls. He then backed away slightly and opened his mouth. I took the not so subtle cue and started to piss into his waiting mouth. As the stream slowed, he moved up, took my cock in his mouth, and proceeded to suck down my entire load while making grunting pig noises. When I was drained, he continued to suck getting me hard. He looked up and said, “Is that all there is? Next time I do this there better be much more piss and it better be loaded with lots of “T”!” The bathroom door was pushed roughly open, banged against the wall behind it. Two burley men entered. Seeing Mac on his knees, the larger one said something to his friend about “the Floor Show” and an early start.” Moving behind me, he pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my chest and pierced nipples. He pushed his jean to the floor and then pushed his semi-ridged cock deep into my ass. He then started to work my nips hard, as Mac continued to suck on my cock. He whispered in my ear, “Fuck I love sloppy seconds and thirds and fourths!” The second man pulled off his clothes, walked over to Mac, then reached down ripping Mac’s shirt open and pulling it free. He reached into the Crisco can, smeared some on his ass, and then stepped between me and Mac, pulling my cock from Mac’s mouth. He leaned turned and back against me, forcing my cock up his ass, and then yanked on Mac’s head, plunging his cock down Mac’s willing throat. The man behind me reached around and pulled his buddy closer, trapping Mac and me between these two men who were definitely on a mission. We rocked back and forth for a long time, when I felt that familiar stirring in my balls and shot loads of cum into the ass in front of me. The tensing of my ass, set off a chain reaction, as the man behind me started bucking and jerking, and with a roar that shook the room, he came in my ass. Not to be outdone, the man in Mac’s mouth shot a huge load of jizz that trickled out of the corners of Mac’s mouth. Feeling that warm sticky mass deep in my ass, got me fired up for a second jizz explosion, which again fired deep into my buddy’s ass. As we all fell to the floor, I thought, “This was going to be a fucking week to remember.” Inserted from <http://www.gayfisters.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-966.html>