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I was at a party last Saturday night. It was a fuck party with about 40 guys. There was one really hot young guy around 20 Swimmers built with a huge dick. Any way I played and sucked and was fucked by a number of guys. When it was time to go the host asked if I wanted to crash there for the night I said sure and found a bedroom to crash in . I fell asleep and next I looked it was about 6 am. It was then I felt someone playing with my ass. It was the hot guy with the swimmers build. He said he liked to get off early in the am and would I mind. Hell no. He played with hole for a while and then I saw him lubing up. He asked if he could fuck me. I said sure He also said he did not like rubbers so would I take it bare I said sure and in one motion he shoved he huge dick deep in my hole.He fucked me for a while and I could hear him breathing harder He said he close and did I want him to pull out to cum I grabbed his hips to pull him deeper and then he have out a groan. I felt his cum flooding me. He stayed in until he went soft. He pulled out and said thanks I felt the sheet under me and it was full of his cum. Hope he comes to the next party

I've got a friend who was pretty tame in his sex life when I met him. Then his boyfriend pozzed him by accident - neither of them knew he had it. Now this friend is a major whore, and I observed him get pounded by at least 12 guys in one night.

Visiting neg vers to Body Zone Bath house detroit this Saturday Dec 1... was hoping to get a little poz cum

This Pm. Got tagged by my friends H, T, and M. H&T are muscle daddy tops who I've known for years; M is a 30something yo Dominican with a thick d and a juicy dad bod. They all took turns on me and im laying in my bed with 4 loads Gotta go... my fav btm just arrived. I'm going to pound him out. He's sucking me off now as I type

Part 7 I was just laying there in a complete daze, wondering what the hell was going on and too drunk to care. I was barely aware that this new guy who had come in had taken off his clothes. Then he had climbed on the bed and was taking my clothes off of me. My arms and legs just were too heavy to lift up and try to stop him. I know I had to have had a silly grin on my face. I was soon naked and the guy was between my legs and lifting them up over his shoulders. Then I finally managed to look down and my drunk mind told me that looked like a snake coming between my legs towards my ass. I just knew that couldn't be and started to laugh just as it came into contact with my hole. I was so fucked up, I thought, that stupid snake must be thinking it has found its burrow. Then, the head of it entered my well used and cum filled hole. I gasped at the huge size of that going in me and was getting ready to scream when the guy lowered his head down to mine and planted a kiss on me, stifling the sound. Then he just shoved the whole thing into me in one thrust. I could not even get a breath as that monster tore into me. It had to be ripping my ass apart and I couldn't even get enough air to scream, just my mouth flopping open and then his tongue was deep inside me too and I couldn't make a sound if I could have. He held still for just a few seconds and then started to pull out but only until the head was still inside me and then another slam back in. I raised my ass straight up in the air and almost threw him off, but he held on and was balls deep in me again. Then the onslaught began in earnest. He pummeled my hole mercilessly. I could only moan and gasp around his tongue in my mouth and then the sensation of my prostate being rubbed hard hit me and the pain was intermingled with intense pleasure. My eyes were watering from the pain but my ass was finally loving the attention and I felt my cock spring up to full hardness. He was tearing into me harder and faster and then he leaned up a little breaking off our kiss and looking me in the eyes, told me he was not going to last long as my tight hole was too much for him. I just nodded, not able to speak or hardly breathe yet. He rammed me hard for another good 5 minutes and then clamped his lips to mine again for a lingering tongue entwining kiss. Then he leaned back again and said, "Here comes my cum, man, get ready as it is going to be a lot and very highly toxic as I have never been on meds." I looked at him questioningly as he said that. His face changed then and he asked, "You have no idea what we are talking about, do you?" I shook my head as best as I could, whispering, "Not a clue what you mean." He got a really funny look on his face and said, "OMG, it is too late now, I'm coming in you and it is toxic because I have AIDS, man." I felt him shaking and I was so stunned I could not move and then my own cock erupted cum all over us both. The drunkenness almost disappeared as I realized what had happened and all I could do was whisper to him, "How the hell did that happen?" He just stared at me in disbelief. He then said, "I thought you knew, OMG, I am so sorry, but damn, that was the most intense climax I ever had." I could only nod as I think it had been mine also. Now what the hell do I do. This guy told me that every guy that had fucked me had HIV and as far as he knew none were on meds right now. They were all highly toxic and I was filled full of their cum but good. I just laid there in a daze, not really, I suppose, even realizing what had actually happened nor what to do. Then, the guy moved against me and I could tell he was hard again. He looked me in the eyes, again and asked, "Well, what do you think? You already probably have 6 or so loads of cum in your hole now. Want another one? I am ready and I think it is hotter than hell what has happened." I had no idea what to say, I only nodded not knowing why. Then he was moving over me and his mouth came down on mine as he raised my legs up and his cock slithered in my sloppy hole. His huge cock still hurt some but when it hit my prostate, I moaned out loud and told him, "Do me, I don't know why, but fuck me hard." He did just that.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

After a few years into my relationship, i started looking on gay websites (good old gaydar). I got a huge rush from doing what I wasn't supposed to be doing. No harm done though, after all, looking is not cheating. I did feel guilty to start with, but it slowly were off and I found myself doing it more frequently. Chatting to guys was a huge turn on, arranging to meet was very exciting. Most guys were quite happy arranging that vague meeting...later...that neither of us would ever check back with each other and so it would never happen. But eventually, I would come across genuine guys that were up for it for real. I always felt guilty having to make an excuse as I did not really have the courage to meet. Sometimes, I told the truth, specially if the guy was really nice. Other times, it was easier to ghost (Yes I have done that), or find some silly excuse. Over time, I started to need more than just chatting. The thrill was in arranging a meeting. I m not proud of this, but I arranged three meetings I didn't turn up to, I just watched the guy from a safe distance (terrible, I know). Things started to change after an occasional encounter. I went on holiday with my partner to Sitges. We were both sunbathing on the gay part of the beach (not the nudist beach). I was 28 back then, my partner was 32. We had been together for 5 years. Sex was starting to slow down between us. I spotted this guy lying a few meters from us. He was reading a book written in French on the cover. He was in his upper forties. Light brown hair. He had a good body, not muscly, but lightly defined. I guess he caught me looking, he smiled. I smiled too. My smile encouraged him to put his hand on his cock. He was wearing read swimming shorts. They were short and not very tight. I kept on smiling, and licking my lips at that stage. He run his fingers across his now hard cock to show me he was hard. My partner was lying next to me, facing the other way. The guy motioned trying to ask if he could come and lie next to me. I signalled No!! With my fingers. I also pointed to the guy next to me and to the ring on my finger. He laughed and put his tongue out. He pointed to his ringless finger. And pulled faces suggesting I was naughty. He then took his hand to the inside of his legs and let his hard cock peek through the side. He used his book to make sure the show was just for me. His cock was nice, about 7 inches and uncut. I was hard and dripping pre cum in my Speedos. I felt as if my body was on fire. I was literally burning in desire, lust. He started to signal that we should go somewhere. It was my first time in sitges and I had no clue of where to go. I was also scared he didn't understand my situation and would give it away. My partner turned to me to sunbathe another side. He covered his cock and looked cool. We could no longer flirt or try to communicate with that set up. He moved, so he would escape my partner line of sight. I switched sides with my partner to be able to see him. He signalled that he was going to walk and I should follow. I was so horny by then, I said ok. He stood up and started walking towards the restaurant at the beach front. I said to my partner that I needed the toilet and would be back in a bit. I followed him to the restaurant, when we were away from my partner's line of sight he came to talk to me. I panicked and didn't talk, just asked him to follow me. I rushed towards the men's toilet but before getting there I saw the disabled toilet and went in. He followed me there and locked the door. My heart was racing, I was so worried my partner would find out. I said a weird hello, he said something in French and reached for my cock. I reached for his and he pulled his shorts and my Speedos down. His cock felt hard and hot in my hand. I said I didn't have much time. He said 'taste' and pointed to his cock. I went for it... it tasted salty but nice. He got me up, I said I needed to go. Even tho I was so horny, I was truly scared. It was irrational, but I was worried my partner would be outside the bathroom door (He was not). He turned me to the wall and got close behind me. I knew where this was going but I was sure it would not, it could not happen. There was no time. Yet, I didn't try to get out of his way. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands (profile pic is me by the way). My saliva got his cock to slip through my cheeks getting his cock head close to my ass. His foreskin rolled back allowing him to go further. When his cock head pushed up against my ass lips I let go of my cheeks and started wanking. It felt great, but I came very quickly then froze and I tightened my ass lips denying him entry. He was trying hard... but so was I. This game only lasted about a minute, but I can safely say I truly enjoyed every second of it. I think I only managed to hold him off because he had no lube and my ten seconds suck didn't get him wet enough. After he reached my ass lips, we were pretty much dry humping. That was, until he came, right in between my ass cheeks... right up against my ass lips. I honestly cannot get over the feeling. This experience has deeply influenced my sex life. I thought we were done when he started to sound like he was going to cum. It was nice having his hard cock teasing my ass, trying to get in. I was ready to go. He was pushing really hard up against my ass when I felt the first squirt - It was warm. He pulled back slightly and squirted again. That felt slimey pulling back, the warm squirt felt good. He pushed his cock against my ass. How easy his cock slid between my cheeks caught me off guard. It took a lot of clenching to keep him out, I felt I had to defend his slippery assaults. I mostly did! In no time his cum was running down my legs. I quickly dried my legs. I asked him to hide behind the door and I left. He left the toilet a few minutes later. I led next to my partner. He led a few metres away from us. That was the first time I went further than chatting. I am thinking of posting other adventures. Let me know what you guys think... also feel free to share your own cheating experiences.

OMG What Did I Do? chapter 23 How it Started Part 13 How the Hell Did That Happen Part 8 New Owner Part 49 Coming soon to a page near you. LMBO plus am reviewing my story The Hitcher to see about getting new chapters going there also.

I converted to POZ less than a month ago and one of the agreements I had with my Breeder was that I would fuck my newly charged nut into a neg boy of His choosing. I never topped in my life but by being made to breed that neg hole, something went off in my head, maybe it was the bug effecting my brain, that I have a duty to help other guys fulfill their gay destiny and become POZ. I even found a will barboy to swap fucks with and he's been taking my newly POZ seed for a couple weeks now and I've been taking his neg but converting loads. Another member on here helped me to realize how special and powerful my new loads are and it's my duty and obligation to gift my POZ seed to other guys to keep the bug brotherhood growing and to keep getting new strains fucked into my POZ hole to make my nut even stronger and more toxic. So yea, becoming POZ does make me more sex crazy to keep taking POZ loads and to spread mine. POZ seed really is a gift!

This was my first cock in over a year. It was also my first bare cock, and oh, it was also my first creampie. It was an army guy with an eight and a half inch cock. I had been talking to him for a while but we couldn't match our schedules. In addition he repeatedly said he just wanted a blow job, whereas I continually pestered him to take my bareback virginity, enticing him by describing my smooth hole, and suggesting if he wanted I was prepared to dress a girl, and even had a wig at m disposal. Finally our schedules coincided, and we were both free. Again he asked to see my boypussy, so I sent him pics, at the same time providing my address. He immediately drove over. I never had more than 7" before so I told him we can try to make it fit. I had given him the building code so when I heard a soft knock on my door I knew it was him. Opening the door, I admitted him, gesturing to the bedroom where he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and presented himself. Words were superflous. Dropping to my knees I sucked him at a steady pace. Because of the tapered shape of his seriously thick shaft it actually fit okay in my mouth although I have no deepthroat abilities. A few times he pushed me down or I pushed myself down to the base until I was gagging as much as I could, but for the most part wasn't forceful. He didn't need to be. It was the obvious order, man and sissy. So after a while he asked "all cleaned out?" but I honestly didn't understand what he was asking, although eventually I got the gist of his question. Instructing me to lay on the bed, I slipped my panties off leaving just garters and stockings so he could lift my dress up and enter my ass. I spread my legs wide and held onto the pillow and he didn't hesitate at all. Squirted some astroglide and fingered it into my hole and pushed in. He was huge which I could feel but it was obviously smoother than with a condom. It was still painful because of his size and he wasn't wasting any time raping my hole or letting me get used to it although I'd stretched out a little before but with a dildo that his cock dwarfed. I asked him to go slower but after a little bit my muscles relaxed and gave out and he could open me up more. He seemed really eager and was just using my hole, not really humping me or handcuffing me or anything. After using my ass for a few minutes he remarked "I'm gonna cum soon." Upon hearing as much I was somewhat releaved, and the pain of his cock subsided, almost as if my body could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oddly I think I even felt a bit sad the fuck was coming to an end. Much effort had gone into making this occasion happen. I asked "Are you cumming in me?" He affirmed and let out a groan as he flooded my ass for the first time. I couldn't feel it physically but I felt so happy my hole could please this man's elephant cock and loaded balls. Afterwards he just wiped me and himself down and put his pants on. Now that I think of it he never took his shirt off, and went to his car leaving me on the bed, his load dripping out of my ass.

I know I havent updated much this week but right now I am on the set of the Pig Week porn shoot watching Milan Gemani fuck Joe Galt (there is a beautiful third guy also whose name I dont know). I figured that was worth a check in. Also worth mentioning, I got to do my scene with the other amateur guys.

This morning in Las Vegas construction site. Near my condo, a new set of condo buildings are being built. Over the past couple of weeks I have been cruising 3 Mexican laborers. They have watched me and talked about me as i watch them. I would stroke my ass thru my shorts or rub my crotch. They usually jabber to each other quietly as they continue to work. This morning I was out of bed at 5am and showered and douched thinking i would go to the ABS and then noticed that the 3 Mexican workers were already outside of the new condo construction . Very early and no other workers around. I put on some very loose clothes and opened my garage door and wandered out past the construction. All 3 of them got out of their truck snd ducked into the construction building. One was clearly visible and when i got close, motioned for me to come inside. Once inside, 2 of the 3 had their cocks out and stroking. Uncut. Hairy and hard. THEY were all over me. In broken English 1 asked me if my pussy was nice. I dropped my sweatpants and exposed my pussy to them. I got 3 loads of Mexican babies inside my pussy. As i left the building the oldest one said to me he needs pussy everyday to make him work better. Looking forward to tomorrow morning!

Two days later, an hour after another cleaning out with Samuel and Jamail, the Gray Man came to Ben in his spartan room. He gestured for Ben to remain on his narrow bed. Ben wondered, with apprehension, what the demand would be this time - the shelf set into the wall next to the bed already held an array of phallic object of increasing size that had been used to penetrate his anus unannounced at random times of the day and night, sometimes without lubrication. Yet these had always been brought by the Gray Man's servants, never by the man himself. "Hello, Benjamin," said the Gray Man. "You're looking well today. John tells me that you produced nearly 30 milliliters of semen during the milking exercise yesterday. That is very good, although I believe you can do better." Ben shuddered slightly. The "exercise" had been excruciating - John had bound him to a web of ropes on a basement wall and masturbated him continuously without respite through five orgasms. Ben had thought he would lose his mind when John paid no heed to his pleas that his cock was too sensitive after cumming. The Gray Man reached out and ran his hands over the tissue-like fabric of Ben's shorts and shirt, brushing across his cock underneath and finding it hard. Ben had found that his cock had been hardening unbidden lately whenever one of the other men approached; he did not understand why. Feeling it, the Gray Man grabbed hold of the fabric with both hands and ripped it, exposing him. He did the same with Ben's shirt, revealing taut nipples. "Promising," the Grey Man said. "I think you will benefit from today's activity, which will be a tutorial on focus." He clapped twice, and Samuel and Jamail appeared through the doorway. The Gray Man nodded to them, and walked out, leaving them to raise Ben up, strip away the remnants of his clothing, and lead him to a new room on the second floor. This room contained nothing except two objects at the very center. The first was a stool. The stool had a round seat with a round hole in its center and metal rings halfway up the legs. The second object was a metal bar suspended from the ceiling above the stool. Dim red light illuminated the area, making Ben think of heat, of flesh, of blood, of carnality. Jamail seized his arm with one hand and expertly inserted a lubed finger into Ben's anus, slicking up the hole. Samuel took each of Ben's wrists and ankles and snapped on a set of leather cuffs with metal rings. They then led Ben to the stool and had him sit on it. Once seated, they lifted his ankles to the rings on the stool legs and linked the rings with the rings on his cuffs so that his feet could not touch the ground. Then they lifted his arms to grab hold of the bar above his head, and attached his wrist cuffs to the bar so he could not lower them. Then they disappeared behind him where he could not see, and began working on something related to the stool. After a time, Samuel and Jamail left the room, and everything went quiet. Within a few minutes, Ben noticed something lowering itself from the ceiling in front of him, spider like, in front of his eyes, where it stopped and hung, slowly turning. A golden coin. "You are to focus, Benjamin," said the voice of the Gray Man from some speaker, "on the golden coin before you. Let your eyes discover its every detail. Let your mind embrace it, become it. Let the golden coin become a surrogate for your body, suspended freely in space. Let nothing distract you. No matter what you may hear, or sense, or feel, remind yourself, 'I am the golden coin'. Focus." Something clicked and began to whir, like a motor, at the base of the stool. "Focus," said the voice. "Watch the coin. Do not lose focus for any reason." Ben focused on the golden coin. It seemed to grow larger, to begin to fill his field of vision, to pulse with flashes of light. Something touched his anus. "Focus." Something smooth, round, and... thick had begun pushing upward through the hole in the stool, attempting to penetrate him. Ben tensed his legs to raised up slightly. "Nothing is happening. You are the coin. Say it aloud - 'I am the golden coin'". "I am the golden coin," repeated Ben. The thick object kept rising. Ben pulled himself upward a little using his arms by the hanging bar. The whirring underneath the stool grew more intense. "Watch the golden coin, Benjamin. Watch its every move. It is the only thing that matters at all. Focus on it. Drive from your mind any distraction. Remember that you are a golden coin, turning and shining in the air." Ben could raise himself no farther, and the thick object pushed past his ring, given easy entry by Jamail's lubricant. "FOCUS! Focus on the golden coin!" Ben tried to ignore the feeling of being invaded, the burn developing in his straining arms and legs, the stretch of his anal ring, and pay attention to the details of the golden coin. It had a raised edge around its circumference on both sides, and some lettering on... The thick object crept inexorably into his body. He felt his arms begin to weaken. Gravity would soon force him down onto this invading spike against his will. "DO NOT LOSE FOCUS. You are the golden coin." "I am the golden coin. I am the golden coin. I am the... o-hhhhhhhhh...." Ben groaned as the object passed his second sphincter. His arms and legs shook from the strain of trying to keep himself lifted off the stool - he realized they would give out in seconds. In his mind he could see his body sink down onto the penetrator in utter defeat. "FOCUS YOUR MIND. FOCUS ON THE GOLDEN COIN." Ben's arms went slack, his legs could no longer hold him up, and as he sank downward, he felt each millimeter of invasion as the flexible phallic spike climbed inside him, claimed him, owned him. He flung his head back and moaned loudly. Then he felt an uncontrollable pulsing deep in his groin as his prostate succumbed to the pressure and stimulation, and his entire body clenched around that new foreign core and semen poured out of his cock into pool on the floor. In the white haze of his climax, all he could see was the golden coin, turning slowly before him, and he imagined himself as that coin, spinning in the air. He came down from his orgasm to the feeling of the motor reversing, pulling the long dildo out of his ass. Samuel and Jamail had reentered the room and began unlinking him from the stool. Samuel said, "Looked like you lost focus there for a while." He gave a knowing smile. "Don't worry. You'll get to try again."

Well there have been instances where I've been at a bathhouse or sex party and been fucked by 9 to 10 guys in one visit, but the most memorable gang bang I've experienced was the first time I agreed to be an anon cum dump for a voyeur. The voyeur in question was this cute Russian guy whose apartment I was staying at via Airbnb in Brooklyn, New York. He realised that I was predominantly a shy guy and took time to open up. So he suggested that I let him arrange a gang bang with the choicest of his horny top friends whom he will invite over on a Saturday evening. I wouldn't have to be a part of any awkward intro conversations or chit chat. All I have to do is clean up, take a shower, blindfold myself and be on all fours inside the bedroom. This was about 6 years ago and I am someone who doesn't drink nor smoke, so he suggested I sniff on poppers as that'll help me relax. I took a whiff one night before the Gangbanged and felt a warm rush taking me over for a few minutes which I quite enjoyed. So ... the evening was planned. He didn't tell me who all were coming ? how many guys.. what they looked like, nothing. Just asked me to trust him, and I did. So at 6:30 pm on the Saturday evening, I got out of the shower and went to the bedroom. I was lying on the bed with the room door slightly ajar. Around 6:40, I heard the doorbell ring and the voyeur buzzed someone into the building. He came to the room and told me to be ready. I put on the blindfold and got on all fours. My heart was beating fast as I was super excited and extremely nervous. I heard a couple of voices including the voyeur's. I could hear the wooden floor boards creek as they entered the bedroom. a couple of hands started feeling up my body. One hand went towards my ass and tried to rub a finger on my rosebud hole. One of them explained, 'oooooh so tight'. Another voice said, 'Don't be afraid boy, you'll have a good time. As I heard clothes and belts being taken off, the voyeur whispered into my ears not to worry and unclench. He shut one nostril of mine and offered my a whiff of poppers. I felt that warm rush again. He said, 'Good boy, open up and take in these meaty monsters. I'll keep making you sniff on poppers and sip on water every now and then,'. And I nodded as I felt a few fingers lubing up my hole. Before I could totally take in the sensation of my hole being caressed by those thick fingers, I felt a salty thick sausage like cock rubbing on my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in. Must've been a nice 7 inched that I could easily deep throat. This guy had beefy thighs that I held onto as he rammed his cock in my mouth. And while all of this was happening, I felt a big cock enter my ass slowly and patiently. The poppers was starting to wear off and I was loving the feeling of being stuffed from both ends. I am not sure if I heard the doorbell ring again, but sure enough I heard a couple of more voices in the room. The cock in my ass retracted suddenly and the guy announced ' I don't wanna come so soon'. The cock in my mouth let out a nice warm load down my throat. Patted my head and said 'You are so good boy'. I was feeling confident and appreciated. And also excited to know what was gonna happen next. The voyeur/host came once again to make me sniff poppers and as I sniffed on them a HUGE cock plunged into my hole and I screamed. The bottle of poppers apparently got emptied up on the bed and I was told not to worry. Just relax and enjoy the new cock inside me. Multiple voices in the room were telling me to just relax. I felt one hand on my head slowly pushing it down to smell the poppers off the soaked mattress and I took a huge sniff. Fuck, I didn't realise how strong and hard that big sniff was going to hit me. The whole evening after that is a huge blur as I felt cocks enter and pound my ass and mouth one after the other. An hour into it the voyeur asked me if I wanted a break. I said I wanted to pee. One of the guys in the room said, 'You don't want to pee, it's just a phantom sensation because so many of our cocks have been hitting onto your bladder.'. I still asked for a break and one of the guys, held my hand and walked me blindfolded to the bathroom. He told me I should knock on the door from inside once I am ready to get back. And asked me to drink more water. As soon as he shut the door, I took off the blindfold and the light made my head spin a bit. I sat down on the toilet, felt cum dripping down my leg. I cleaned up a bit, took in a few deep breaths and looked at my self in the mirror. I had hickies all over my neck and chest and arms and I didn't even remember any of the guys sucking and chewing on my nipples, which looked like a sexy sea of red marks. This brought a horny smile on my face. The large amount of poppers I had repeatedly sniffed off the bedsheets were now wearing off. I heard the doorbell ring again. I knew a new batch of guys must've arrived to stretch my hole. I quickly washed my face, put back the blindfold on and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, I heard the door open and while the voyeur took my hand as he opened the door, I heard a new voice (must've been the guy who had just arrived, wanting to use the loo). This guy explained 'Whoa !!! This boy is cute. I am going to fuck him up.', I felt his fingers pinch my nipples which made me squeal. He laughed in his sexy deep base voice and kissed me. I could taste the cigarettes and alcohol on his breath, in that quick kiss. The voyeur host sniggered as he pulled me away towards the bedroom and I felt the new guy smack my ass as I stepped away from him. I was taken back to the bed and got back into position. A cock quickly entered my mouth and after a few strokes, as if it had been asked to take a pause, it was out of my mouth. I realised the host wanted me to sniff a new bottle of poppers one of the guys had just brought in. A few sniffs, and I was back to sucking the yummy cock again. The deep voiced new guy came to the bedroom and greeted the other fellows. I am not sure how many guys were in the room at this point but I heard at least four voices not including the host. The new guy was an alpha kinds and openly declared he wants me all to himself for a few minutes while the others can surely watch. He turned me around and got me on my back. Started sucking on my nipples like he was milking them. This drove me insane, He started kissing me passionately and I tasted more of the ciggy and alcohol combo. He was on top of me with his big hairy bulky body and I was loving it. He put my legs on his shoulders and entered me violently, without any warning. I'd cleaned up the lube and loads from earlier , plus my ass was sore so even If he had a 7 incher, it stung like a 9 incher. As I screamed and tried to push him out instinctively, he told another guy to grab hold of my hands. I felt my hands being held tightly above my head and this new guy stopped pounding me. slowly licked my nipples with his tongue. Calmed me down. And I also felt my hands being released. While still inside me, he got me to sniff some more poppers and then asked the other guys in the room to feel free to join in. Once again, I sniffed on the poppers like my life depended on it, Felt a major rush and an oncoming headache. My jaw was also hurting from deep throating so many cocks. I was back in doggie position and took load after load by at least 4 guys. When I told the host that I was tired now and would like to stop, the deep voiced guy started caressing my whole body and said let's do one last thing. How about a DP? I was too tired and kinda scared as I'd not taken in 2 cocks together till then. So I chickened and asked if we could do it another time. The guys were super sweet about it. They told me to just lie down and rest while they all cleaned up and then the voyeur can escort me to the bathroom once again. I passed out. Sometime later, I woke up and took my blindfold off. No one was in the room but I could still hear voices from the hall. I checked my phone. It was 11 pm. I texted the voyeur to ask if I could come out. He told me to stay put in my room and put back my blindfold. I did that. He walked into the room and said I was sleeping away so peacefully they thought they would let me rest a bit. I asked how long was I sleeping for. He said just half an hour. So that means the gang bang went on for 4 hours. He said most of the guys have left but 3 guys are still here, they've ordered pizzas, why don't I take a shower and join them for a bite. I loved the idea of a pizza. I showered and stepped out to the hall and saw 3 burly black Brooklyn guys sitting with the rather puny looking Russian voyeur host. They all smiled and said hi. One of them said, 'How's that ass feeling boy?'. I recognised that deep bass voice and smiled. I think I almost blushed. We enjoyed the pizza and one of the guys left while I was washing my hands. The other two including the deep voiced guy were sipping on their beers when the Russian said, so would you like to go for another round with these two? And all I asked was, do we have more poppers? All three of them smiled. I told them to give me 2 minutes and I'll see them in the bedroom.. no... feel them in the bedroom. p.s. - The total number of guys that opened my hole that evening (according to the host) - 11

A fantasy of mine finally became reality when I took my first double dicking! Both guys were 8 plus, and took turns being the "thruster." My ass was sore as hell, but the feeling of their seed deep in my ass made it better. Tried to attach photos, but all were too big unfortunately.

I don't know why I have never posted in this thread before. It's possible the term "star" in the thread title turned me away because I am the furthest thing from a porn *star*. Still, I see a couple of guys have posted who have been in just one or two scenes which describes me perfectly. I did one scene for Natural Born Breeders (it's terrible---I would ask you not to look it up but I know you will anyway) and I am in the Pig Week 2017 video. Rumor has it I am going to be in another video filming at the end of November so that would make for three scenes total. Here's a screenshot from the Pig Week video with me in the middle in the yellow and black singlet:

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

Bet My Ass I know how I got where I am right now. I got suckered into a bet I thought I couldn’t lose. I was with a guy I just met a few days ago playing video games. He had the latest gaming system and I couldn’t even afford a used older system. But I was pretty decent when I played the system we sold at work. When we started to play I was beating him every time. My problem was that I loved the trash talk and soon found myself making a bet with him looking back I didn’t fully understand the ramifications. The bet was his as for mine. This guy’s name was Phoenix. He was 6’2”, 160 pounds, very lean, muscular build with blond hair and steel blue eyes compared to my 5’8”, 130 pound runner’s build with brown hair and eyes. We knew that we were both gay and for as much as I lusted after him, he wanted to keep what we had between us as a friendship nothing more. When the game got to a critical point I still felt that there was no way I could lose when he paused the game and said that we should raise the stakes. The winner not only would get the ass of the loser, but would get it in any way the winner wants it. I was so turned on and knew his ass was about to be mine when he showed his true skills and I was soundly beaten. He looked at me and proudly let me know that my ass was his and he’d collect right then and there. There was no talking my way out of it since I would have done the same to him if I had won. Phoenix told me to get into his bedroom, strip and lay down on his bed. I quickly complied thinking I was about to get the man of my (wet) dreams. As I lay there he then told me to close my eyes and I foolishly closed them as I felt him near my head before I felt something on my wrists and heard the click of the locks. I opened my eyes to see him over me as another person was locking restraints on my ankles. I told him that only he gets my ass when he reminded me of the revised bet that the winner gets the loser’s ass as the winner wants and he wanted my ass gang banged. As he told me all this I counted 3 guys in his bedroom and they were naked. I saw the needle as Phoenix got naked. I was told that I better not struggle as one of the naked guys slipped a piece of rubber around my upper arm as I felt the coolness of the alcohol. I watched with some horror (and excitement) as the needle was stuck into a vein and a flash of blood was registered. Fear began to build as the plunger was pushed and whatever was in the needle was beginning to flow inside my bloodstream. When the rubber was pulled from my arm I felt the temperature in the room jump as I had difficulty breathing and coughed out hard as I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had trouble focusing my eyes. The guys began to fuck me one after another as I was lost in the haze of whatever they had given me. I’m not sure how long I was there before I started to get a grasp on the situation. I was no longer restrained, then again, I had be drugged and didn’t really need to be restrained. The only one there with me was Phoenix and he was helping me get dressed when I started to come down. I asked him what had happened to which he gave to answer other then he used my ass. He walked me to the door and I left for home. When I got home I realized I had been at Phoenix’s place over night. I was still foggy as to what had happened to me when I pulled a note out of my pocket with a video link written on it. I started up my computer and entered in the web URL to see myself climbing onto Phoenix’s bed. I could hear his voice tell me to close my eyes as I was restrained. I counted 3 other guys in the room. As the one guy gave me the drugs there was a caption at the bottom of the screen that read ‘Being given his first slam of Tina. This subject was given two full quarters of Tina.’ I then heard myself cough and moan out as Phoenix began to fuck me. I continued to watch as my cock twitched when Phoenix groaned out and a caption appeared ‘Subject gets his first load of poz cum.’ I was shocked as I read the screan and felt my cock begin to thicken. As I continued to watch the different guys fuck me and cum inside me I was turned on more and more until I shot my load in my boxers as the count reached over 30 loads of poz cum.

I had heard all about the beautiful ladyboys in Bangkok and was desperate to try. However I am a bottom so to was important to find a dominant top ladyboy which proved a little more difficult, in the end I settled for a lady who liked to party was active and had a sizeable penis. I arrived at her apartment at the prearranged time and knocked nervously on the door. When it opened there she was a sever looking but beautiful ladyboy in lacy lingerie and stockings. I was still checking out the weapon poking from her knickers while I was pushed into the hall. She asked for the money which I paid then she asked if I minded joining a party that was happening next door. I was a little confused but what the heck all in’ I suppose. I got undressed under her stern gaze and she inspected my cock and was clearly not impressed. She snorted and passed me a bra, lacy knickers and stockings and told me to put them on. Then she led me into a room filled with 2 other ladyboys and six older asian men. They where smoking meth while the ladyboys took turns sucking their cocks. I was told to join them on my knees. The first man gave me the pipe and I took a long drag, my first hit ever it was amazing my body felt so sexy and female and I wanted these men to breed me. I must have said as much as one Thai guy came up behind me lubed my hole with his spit and thrust himself in one fast stroke. It should have hurt but it didn’t soon he was into his rthymn thrusting long hard strokes until I felt the hot jet of his seed in my belly. More smoking then i was ready for more and was spit roasted while the ladyboys cheered on the asian men. Then one of the ladyboys suggested we go to a gay club to dance. As I was such a bottom slut I should be made up as a ladyboy. So after applying makeup giving me a very tight and short dress off we went. In the taxi I could see the taxi driver leering at me in the mirror. So being a slut I deliberately opened my legs so he had a good view of my lacy knickers. He smiled and winked at me and I could see the bulge growing in his trousers, so when we arrived at the club I was disappointed to leave the driver behind. The club was loud, hot and full so I slipped outside to get some fresh air and then I felt a hand on my leg sliding up to the top of my stockings and over my lace knickers. Then a Thai voice in my ear ´you ready to ride in my taxi?´. I was now so horny I just couldn’t refuse and followed him back to the taxi. It was only when we left that I realised I had nowhere to go my clothes where in the ladyboys flat and they where partying. The taxi driver beckoned me to sit in the front seat so his hand could rub my stockings. He asked me where I wanted to go and I asked him where he wanted to take me, with my best please fuck me look. He smiled and we drove off. I have no idea where we ended up as I lost track of turns and streets as he zigzagged for 30 mins before entering a garage where the door shut automatically behind us. Then he pushed my head down onto his cock and whilst I sucked him hard he was fingering my boipussy which was still seeping sperm from earlier. Then he told me to get out of the taxi and bend over the bnnet’ Which of course I was only too happy to do. He lifted my skirt pulled aside my sopping knickers then penetrated me in one slow delightful thrust. He was soon speeding up and his urgency was a good indication he was ready to give me his load so I clenched my muscles around his stiff member and was rewarded with the hot gush of his seed. he pulled up my knickers and patted my arse before pushing me through a small doorway and down a dimly lit passage before pushing me in a room and slamming the door behind me what the fuck is this I wondered. It was soon explained to me I had been on illegal drugs with heavy fines in Bangkok if your caught by the police so the taxi driver had thought it best to bring me here but I needed to pay for the room. I said I had no money left my wallet was in the ladyboys apartment. No matter the man said with a smile you can work to pay the room. With that three men marched in held me down while my sopping knickers where rippped off and I was bent with my arse in the open so the man could insert his wrinkled member in me. I thought he was going to try to fuck me but no he started to piss filling my love hole with his hot steamy stinking liquid. Then the other men started to take turns fucking my mouth and my arse. More and more men seemed to arrive and I lost count of the number of loads running out of my boipussy like a river. when morning finally arrived they gave a coat to cover my ripped dress and stockings and delivered me back to the ladyboys apartment...........

In half an hour our plane would land and I would be home. Too bad, I thought. I enjoy flying. At least, I enjoyed it when I could get a window seat and look out at the cloud tops. They always made me feel free and completely unbound. This had been a particularly good flight for that – a front moving between Dallas and here had set an army of clouds in motion. Had I known what else had been set in motion, I might have enjoyed the sense of freedom more. As we approached the last leg of the flight, I turned my attention away from the window to the passenger seated next to me, a slightly older man with a hint of grey in his sideburns. He wore a dark suit and a silver ring on his right hand, with a striking stone set in it, a swirling mix of translucent gold and amber that transfixed my eye. I seldom spoke to other travelers, but this time I asked, “Pardon me, but what is that stone?” He looked away from the portfolio he was inspecting and glanced at me, then the ring. “It is pietersite,” he said, “also known as 'tempest stone'. It is symbolic of control.” “Ah. I see. Very nice.” His voice was deep and foundational. I caught a glimpse of the contents of the folio, which had spread open as he spoke. In it were photographs of naked men, taken in sexually vulnerable poses. I looked up quickly, and found him staring at me intently. “Does this offend you?” he asked, opening the folio so I could see it plainly. “Um... no,” I said, not looking at it. “I guess I just never quite understood how anyone could have something like that open on an airplane.” The man was silent for a few moments, considering. Then he said, “I've met many men like you. All too common. Men whose lives are stifled by needless constraint, self-imposed limitation, pointless morality, or simple fear of the unfamiliar. Men whose potential goes unrealized, or worse, wasted.” He closed the folio. “I, on the other hand, seize life. I enjoy the things I want to the full. I experience no frustration or anger, but simply employ my strengths without hesitation and act upon my desires.” He leaned toward me, and his voice dropped. “You do not have to be as you are. You do not have to live a small, uncertain life. You can experience what it is for a man to have exactly what he wants.” “Wh-what do you mean?” He reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a card. “Come for dinner at my home. I will explain. Shall we say Wednesday next, 7:00? Please be punctual.” Then he turned away as if I were not there at all. Shortly we landed, and in the bustle of bags and disembarking, he disappeared. His card bore no name. It simply said ANDROS MANOR and gave the address of a very upscale area on the outer reaches of the city, on the banks of the river. * I would have been made to accept such an invitation. The man didn't sound normal, after all, and the material he was looking at certainly wasn't something the average Christian missionary would be carrying around (well, you never know). Yet somehow he had plucked a string inside me that resonated – I had been aimless for so long, wanting something more in life. Maybe everybody does sometime or other, wonder whether he's failing to grab the brass ring in his life. Anyway, something he said intrigued me. So, on the following Wednesday, I called an Uber and found myself at the gate of Andros Manor. “Dude...” said the Uber driver when he saw my destination. “Posh. Should I wait?” “Nah. I'm going to have dinner before I go home. Thanks for the ride.” I paid him and he drove off, then I pressed the button at the gate. A camera moved on its mounting to point at me, then the gate swung open, allowing me access to the long path to the front doors. A butler – of sorts – greeted me at the door. He was a handsome man, short-haired, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with a cantonese collar, a black vest, and black pants, but bare feet. He gestured inward with a muscled arm, but did not speak. Andros Manor boasted masculine architecture; robust stone columns supporting spacious interiors with angular, not curved, beams of solid oak. Ample outside light shone through broad windows of stained glass in colors of light yellow to rich red-gold. Rugged oak furnishings occupied flagstone floors among relatively spartan walls, decorated only with only isolated paintings, strategically placed to catch the light – but each painting seemed inspired by something from the likes of the pages of the grey man's folio. By this time I half expected to be led into a massive dining hall with a twenty-foot-long banquet table with a seat at one end and a seat all the way at the other, and four different forks next to the plate. When the butler escorted me in, however, I found my host seated at a modest round oak table with four chairs, ordinary if quality settings, and a roast beef steaming in the center. He rose. “Welcome, my friend. I had so hoped you would join us. I knew you would, from the moment I saw your eyes. You have the look of exactly the sort of man who can hear the truth when it's spoken to him. It's a rare man who can learn simply from being told something, don't you find? Most have to learn the hard way, but I could tell you are a man of intelligence. Please! Join us at table.” The “us” he referred to included two other men, slightly younger than myself, I thought, one Asian, one black, both uncommonly good-looking and well-proportioned. They were both dressed in the same way as the butler. I sat opposite my host. The two at my right and left observed me intently, with peculiar smiles. “These are Samuel and Jamail,” the Grey Man said, “dear friends of mine whom I have asked to join us for dinner. They are gentlemen who share my philosophy of life. You have met my butler, John, of course. John, would you mind?” John came around and set glasses of wine in front of each of us, mine last, which gave me a moment of surprise; I don't drink, but it seemed like a very bad time to mention it, so I decided to just go with it. “John, one for yourself as well; please join us. A toast, gentlemen!” said the Gray Man, raising his glass. “To Men – To their power and desire, and to those who fulfill it body and soul! Now drain your cups!” I have no idea what tastes good or bad in wine, because it all tastes bad to me, but I managed to get it all down. Then we sat to eat. “I'm sorry,” I said to my host, “I didn't catch your name.” “You may recall my saying to you on the plane,” he replied, “that you can experience what it is for a man to be exactly what he wants. The question is, how does a man know exactly what he wants? Can you say that you know?” “Ah – well - “ I fumbled for an answer. “I doubt you can. There, you see, is where most fail. The map is useless without the destination. There is no purchase without the coin.” The smell of the roast beef swept over me strongly; it seemed unusually fragrant. The bare foot of one of the other men, Samuel, bumped into my calf. He smiled at me. The Gray Man continued, “I have learned, now that I am a man of means, that the greatest gift that I can bestow on another man is not material goods, or influence, but to give him knowledge of himself. I make it my business to find those capable of receiving the gift of understanding who they truly are and what they are truly meant to become. Once they receive that knowledge, I then use my power to ensure that they reach that potential.” My hands began to feel numb. I dropped my fork. Jamail, to my right, picked it up and used it to raised a bite of wild rice to my lips. In a growing daze, I allowed him to feed it to me. Samuel, I noted, had begun rubbing my left thigh. “You,” the Gray Man said, “are the raw clay of ambition. I doubt you have any driving goal of your own, but you are still young enough that the desire to become something of great worth burns like a fire within you. Yes. You will become something of very great value to many men. You made the decision yourself, this day, when you chose to come to this place. No one chose that for you. Everything that happens from this moment forward is the result of your own choice. Remember that. This is what you have chosen for your life. I warmly congratulate you, and I will ensure your success.” My vision began to swim. The room seemed to swelter. “Some water... please?” I said (I think). Then Jamail pulled back my chair and began unbuttoning my shirt, and Samuel positioned himself between my legs and deftly released my belt and unzipped my pants. Between them they alternately pushed and lifted me so they could remove both articles, leaving me in my briefs, while John handed me a small glass of water. The air on my body felt better, but the water tasted odd. It did not help my twirling head. Then someone held something under my nose and told me to breathe very deeply. After a moment my consciousness became aware only of the sensations of my body and the instructions of the man telling me to breathe even more deeply again. The last thing I knew was that someone... Jamail... was cutting my briefs off my body with a steak knife, and I heard Samuel whisper in my ear, ”You are soooo fucked.” Then hands, all over my body, and I saw black.

I don't pnp, and usually don't play with those who do. They often just can't keep hard enough to actually fuck and breed, so what's in it for me? A few weeks ago a guy came over from BBRT. We hit it off right from the beginning. Then he asked if I party - no, but he could. He explained that he's manic and this helps level him and keep him normal. Well I do have to say we had the 7+ hours of the best and hottest sex I've ever had. He fucked me every which way all night long and I loved it. But by 3 AM I was wiped and begged off, asking him to leave, as I had to get up in the morning. He did, has called/texted several times but haven't answered him. The next morning I had to straighten up like my entire apartment as if I'd had an orgy of 8, which I guess I sort of did with him alone. Anyway, I would play with him again in a flash but, at someone else's place, not here. That way I could go, get fucked by him and any buds, and leave when I was ready to. Not have to go on forever and be a zombie the next day. Just my opinion, guys, not passing judgment.

I was working in a fast food restaurant that was part of a gas station off the interstate. A hit older trucker came in and ordered from me, we kept checking each other out while he's eating. He comes up and slips me a note saying to meet him behind the building. I go on break and meet him. He fucked the Hell out of me in the little out cove behind the restaurant.

Miamibboii https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/raw-bareback-anonymous-37987621 This is a complete part to my Anon Cumdump that I walked in at a hotel he was ass up ready for raw dick. Met the hot fucker on Bbrts. Wanted to take raw loads all night at a hotel well I was around so I was willing to complete the task at hand . Video comes with a cumshot I loaded that manhole reall good

bostontrad https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/hung-grindr-guy-breeds-me-in-stairwell-of-office-37719171 This guy had fucked me before and I wanted to take a video this time. We had both just finished at the gym. I told him to meet me by my office building. We found a tucked away corner in the stairwell and he went to town on my ass. This is why I always pack lube and p*pp*rs in my gym bag - you never know when you'll need them.

Like @Cumfilledbottomboi, my hole opens to whatever it’s called. When I refer to it myself, my word of choice is cunt because it connotes a sexual function for the hole that is not as feminine (to my way of thinking) as pussy. A cunt is utilitarian. A cunt is something to be used, and used repeatedly. A cunt does not require delicate handling. Consider similar words - shunt, brunt, punt, blunt, stunt, grunt, hunt - all words with a decidedly masculine sense, bearing meanings that denote sudden, abrupt, decisive, rough action. Thus, I would submit that cunt is an appropriate word for a male fuckhole. It also pairs nicely in use with cock. When I’m at the bathhouse I hang a sign on the wall over me where I’m lying ass-up, with an arrow pointing down at me, that reads: CUNT FOR YOUR COCK. I have no argument at all with those who prefer to think of their man-holes as pussies, or with Tops who use the term - mine gets called that about half the time. In fact, one of the best compliments I’ve ever had was from an older black gentleman who finished fucking me (very expertly I might add - woof) and then said, “That is good pussy. Good pussy is hard to find.” But me... I’m a cunt for your cock. Whenever you’re ready. ?

Had a great trip north today... Put a note on Grindr about looking while traveling. Got on in Knoxville while passing through and got hit up by a 30 something guy. Headed by as he was close. Excellent move - sucked his fantastic tasting cock hard and then he mounted me from behind and proceeded to pound and breed my pussy deep. Still have his load in me 8 hours later... Further up the road, a hot college kid hits me up and asks if I wanna stop at a rest stop on 81 - good move again! Sucked him until he blew in my mouth then we kissed passionately with his cum in my mouth until I blew my load jerking him off. Love being a slutty whore!

THE SECOND SERVICE I arrived promptly at 6pm as instructed, wearing the proper church attire, and knocked three times as before. The Father immediately opened the door, wearing nothing but his rainbow-colored scarf. His cock was in a semi state of arousal but generally hanging. Something was different this time though. The father had a rather large PA in his cock. He saw the look of excitement in my eyes, and greeted me into his temple. I was led to the kneeling bench, where I was instructed to disrobe, and worship his holy post. I had sucked a cock with a PA before, but never one this large. As his post enlarged, he began to aggressively face fuck me. His PA hitting and clanging against my teeth. After about 10 minutes, he withdrew his raging cock from my mouth, and once again removed a filled chalice, to which he said, “drink ye all of it.” I quickly obliged, and once again felt a wonderful feeling rush through my body. My pathetic cock started to strain within its cage, and became somewhat painful. Father then instructed me to lay over the bench with my ass high in the air. I then once again felt his fingers stretching my ass, and the name familiar feel of sharp chards being shoved up my hungry and needy ass. The Father simply said, take this body for your conversion into the faith. Once again, the Father reached under the cloth, and brought out a familiar brown bottle. He explained that my conversion to the faith was not meant to be painful, but I would need these for the blessing that I was about to receive. My mind was already racing, and as he held the bottle to my nose, I felt a familiar warm rush through my body. When he felt that I was ready, he asked if I was ready to receive the blessing that I desired. Of course I was. His rather large cock with its PA still worried me, however I knew it would help me receive the blessing that I desired. With that the Father pulled apart my quivering ass cheeks, using only spit as a lube. He immediately thrust his cock into me balls deep, and although it hurt, it was a good kind of hurt. He pounded my ass hard for a good 15 minutes, most of the time while chanting something in Latin. I could tell when he was ready to shoot his poison deep inside me, yet he asked if I was ready for the blessing I was to receive. As I said Yes Father, I could feel his seed flooding my ass. He remained inside me, still hard for a good 5 minutes or so. Before he pulled out, he once again reached under the covered alter, and removed a rather large butt plug, emblazoned with a biohazard symbol on its base. He withdrew his cock, and quickly inserted the plug up my ass. Although his cock was large, the plug was much thicker. I could feel his precious seed leaking down my leg as he inserted the plug. He immediately began licking the cum from my leg, and instructed me to roll over. As I did, the Father put his lips to mine, saying that precious seed was not to be wasted. Afterwards, I was instructed to thoroughly clean his holy post. It was once again covered in a red frothy seed, much more red than out first time. After the cleaning, Father instructed me to get dressed, and to keep the plug in me for at lest 24 hours. He thanked me for attending services, and asked if I would be back for Sunday service and I said yes Father. A wide smile came across his face as I said that. He said that I was becoming a loyal member of the church, and that Sunday was a special religious holiday, and that I would be meeting other church Elders then. He instructed me to wear my usual church attire, and to make sure that the plug was inside me upon arrival. With that he patted me on my head, and said “depart in friendship.”

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Part 3 So, two days later, late in the afternoon, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find DeWayne standing there with my casserole dish. "Just returning it, Dave. Thanks so much. I got 2 wonderful meals out of it. I really do appreciate it", DeWayne said. "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it", I replied. "Come on in", I said as I open the door widely. "I don't have much time. Carol will be home shortly. But, I would like to come in for........ he pauses, looking for the right words....... I wouldn't mind a .........a........ a quick blow job". he said with a grin as he walked into my living room. Without saying a word I walked into my bedroom and DeWayne followed. I have an overstuffed chair in the bedroom. I pushed the ottoman out of the way with my foot and told DeWayne to have a seat. I grabbed my poppers from the bedside table and turned to see DeWayne pulling his shorts off and kicking his flip flops off. He sat down on the chair, just wearing his wife beater tee shirt. His cock was flaccid, Hanging down over his large, swollen balls. I dropped to my knees and took his soft cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for his cock to begin to swell, harden and grow to it's full 9"s. I decided to take my time and really enjoy what little time I had to worship his bbc. And worship it, I did. I licked up and down the underside of his shaft. Licked and sucked on each of his balls. Then I lifted his legs and licked his beautiful black hole. When I went back to his cock, I could taste a few drops of his sweet precum as it oozed from his piss slit. I sucked him for about 10 minutes, then DeWayne said, "Show me your white pussy, boy. Show me that tight cunt of yours." I got up, pushed the ottoman back in front of the chair and removed my shorts. I knelt on the ottoman and put my ass up. He spread my ass and rubbed his thumb on my hole. I sniffed the poppers as he massaged my cunt. He spit on my hole and his thumb went up inside me a bit. Then he stood and slapped his hard black dick on my hole. "Fuck, you got a nice pussy, Dave. Wish I had time to fuck it.", he said as he repeatedly slapped my ass with his cock. Then he spit again on my hole and stabbed my hole with his cock. Just the head of his bbc went inside me, then he quickly pulled it out again. He spit a few more times and repeatedly stabbed my hole. Just going in an inch or so. Now he was alternating with slapping my ass, plunging it into me and jacking off. "Fuck, I'm so horny. I need to cum", he groans as he continues to tease my hole. Now he's stroking fast and furiously as his cockhead rubs against my hole. I can hear his breathing getting fast. "Ahhh....... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot this fucker. Where you want this load? It's coming..........!" he yelled out. "Shoot it on my hole. Cum on my ass. Cum on my hole", I plead. I spread my asscheeks as his cock is furiously being slapped against my hole as he strokes it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..........FUCK!", he yells out as I feel his hot cum hit my ass cheeks and my hole. "Yeah! Yeah! Put it in. Put your cock and cum in me!" as I spread my ass open as far as I can. DeWayne slides a few inches into me as I feel his cock throb as his cum continues to flow into my cunt. After just a few moments of emptying his nuts into me, he quickly pulls out and wipes his cock on my ass. "Fuck! Thanks! I needed to get off before Carol gets home. I need her pussy. But, I know she's not going to be in the mood for it tonight. Thanks", he says as he stands and grabs his shorts and flip flops. He quickly dresses as I do the same. We head for the door together as he squeezes my shoulder and smiles. Nothing more was said as he opened the door and headed out towards his house across the street. Damn! I like his wife Carol. But, I sure can't wait for her to go away again.

Girth over length. I like my hole to feel stretched as he pounds me. One of the best tops I’ve ever had was the proud owner of a “beer-can.” Not so long but jesus he was thick. Left me gaped after every fuck and I loved it. If I can walk without looking like I’ve been horse-riding for a few days then clearly I haven’t been opened up enough.

While I've taken quite a few raw cocks, each occasion had occurred after I contacted a guy through Grindr (or, before it went down, Craigslist), and after we had a sense of each other. My fantasy, however, was that I would cross paths with a guy, bend over, and take multiple random loads in my ass. For some two years I have been chatting on and off on Kik with a top transwoman I met through Craigslist. Our schedules never matched up but she wanted to slut me out so I kept in contact with her. After a few missed opportunities our schedules finally aligned: we would meet on Halloween at All Things Adult in Austin. I was running a little late and, as I approached the ABS I asked her which booth. She promptly replied, and I sought-out the booth she specified. (As an aside, I should mention All Things Adult has really nice video booths.) There is a privacy wall when you first enter and around the corner are two padded benches that are spaced close enough to be bent over on all fours comfortably straddling the gap.) The door was unlatched and I entered the booth finding the transwoman, a cute short latina with a decent package, leaning against the wall. Upon entering the booth I turned to close the door only to discover there was another in the booth. A guy I didn't anticipate being present. Still, that was the reason I had agreed to meet, so I reached over, and began feeling-up the transwoman's body, exploring her body as I pulled-out her cock. The other guy just watched. Dropping a few tokens in the machine and she led me to the front bench. I dropped my trousers and underwear, bent over, and angled my ass towards the entrance, initially sucking the transwoman, and, when within seconds the second guy offered his cock, I alternated between the two of them. After a little bit he moved behind me, lubed my hole and went balls-deep in my ass, cumming after only a few thrusts. (Damn, I needed that feeling so badly.) Withdrawing, he zipped-up and left. My transwoman also wanted a piece of my ass, but pulled-on a condom, explaining a rubber would delay her orgasm. She fucked me for a bit, and it felt really good. Meanwhile the door opened a few times and finally we had a taker. A man entered the booth, watched us for a bit, before pulling out his cock and offering it to me to suck. As I sucked and deep-throated him, the transwoman withdrew from my ass, and stepped around, crouching down to suck the guy's balls. In no time the man blew his delicious load in my mouth. After he left I resumed sucking the transwoman. Scarcely had I swallowed her cock full depth when another guy entered the booth and began fingering my ass. In all honesty I was not a big fan of his attentions as, although I let him know I didn't like it, he kept fingering me quite roughly. At one point he slid his cock into my ass, and, no sooner was he balls-deep than he also slid his index finger into my ass. I was not happy. Still I let him fuck me a bit, but my ass was very uncomfortable, so I made my excuses and stepped-out into the restroom to check the condition of my hole. Fortunately while it was sore and cum-filled, it wasn't bleeding. Returning to the booth, I told the guy I needed to take a short break. I was thankful he took the hint and left. I resumed sucking the transwoman, and after a few minutes let her know I really wanted her load in my ass. She gave a knowing smile, stepped behind me and slid in, raw, full depth, fucking for several minutes, initially with a steady rhythm, but more raggedly at one point, at which time she came, her load lodged in my ass. When she withdrew I heard the plop of a big dollop of cum hitting the floor. Clearly there was an exceptional amount of cum in my ass. I licked her cock clean, enjoying the taste of the cum, and afterwards we sat and chatted a bit before I decided to head out. Once at my car I decided to check Grindr but none of the postings caught my attention. Still, with a pocketful of tockens, I decided to return to All Things Adult, and play until I exhausted my stash of tokens. Re-entering the ABS, I reclaimed the booth in which the transwoman and I had been playhing, and logging onto Grindr changed my location to All Things Adult, specifically providing my booth number. I also placed a 'quick connect' on BBRTs. Then I deposited all of the tokens into the video machine, adding a $20.00 bill. I planned on being there for a while. This time fully nude, I bent over on all fours in the booth, exposed to whoever entered. Within a few moments a guy entered and felt-up my hole. Apparently liking what he found, he unzipped, slid in, and fucked me. He felt good and fucked for several minutes. He didn't, however, cum, but instead withdrew , thanked me, and left. In the ensuing hiatus I went onto Grindr and hit-up another transwoman fuck buddy, telling her what I was doing. She responded saying she was on her way. Almost simultaneously another guy hit me up, saying he was nearby. As I waited for one or both of the two to arrive a few guys entered the booth and checked me out, but all left. The guy from Grindr arrived, and I alternated between sucking and being fucked by his dock. He came after several minutes, blowing a big load in my ass. After a thank you, he split, only for my trans fuckbuddy to arrive. We greeted each other, and she promptly had me on my knees as I deep-throating her cock. Progressing to my ass, she explored my hole, and realizing the volume of cum that was sloshing around in my hole she asked how many load I had taken. I gave her my best estimate. She asked for a condom and I obliged as she is a rough and dominant power top. She wasted no time plowing into my ass, fucking me like her personal rag doll. The pain was substantial, but I also loved the intensity and level of confident domination she exuded. Several minutes into our session she ordered me to my knees, stripped-off the condom, and forced me to deep-throad her cock, holding my head still so she could control the depth. I felt like I was going to throw up but she maintained control until finally she withdrew and blew her load on my lips and in my mouth. After she dressed herself, we hugged and she left. Whereupon I resumed my earlier position. As before, several times the door would open, and several times a man would step-up to feel-up my hole, some giving me an approving slap, but no one actually wanted to fuck, so when my time was finally exhausted I dressed and went out to my car. My hole, however, while sore, was also still horny for cock. Going back onto Grindr I found a message from a guy who said he had seen my profile earlier but as he was committed to attending a sex party, he suggested I should meet him there. I replied, and he promptly gave me the details, which included the sex party was receptive to bareback sex, but there was a prohibition to "partying." That was all I needed to hear. The party was being held in downtown Austin, which was a very short drive. Arriving at the house I entered using the specified side door, which was where we were expected to undress. Stepping into the play space I found a bedroom in which a group of college-age men are standing about, wacking themselves. In the corner a guy was gagging on some cock, so I stepped into the center of the room, surveyed my options, and, spotting a Latino with a nice long, curved cock and a sweet swimmer's build, I knelt in front and deep-throated him, gagging a bit given his length. I worked his tool for some time, but as there no suggestion he wanted to fuck, I got to my feet to move on, only to feel some guy giving my ass a little squeeze, remarking I had a big ass. "It's open to any one who wants to play," I replied. Instructing he to lay on the bed, he moved behind me, ready to plunge into my hole. I let him know my hole had been power-fucked, and that I couldn't handle rough action. Although he attempted to accommodate my limitations, my hole was very unhappy, and kept pushing him out. Oh, and it really, really hurt when he was in my ass, so after a little bit I excused myself and checked-out myself in the bathroom. Fortunately there was no evidence of anything other than lube and cum, so I re-entered the bedroom and promptly another guy wanted to fuck, so I lay back on the bed. He fucked for several minutes, but again my pain threshold was crossed, so I apologizedm explaining I couldn't take any more cock. Thankfully he understood and wasn't annoyed. After I clean-up my ass, I dressed, and called it a night. I was a little bummed my ass was too swollen and sore to take the last two guys, but overall it was a good night, particularly given it was the first time I had been a true cumdump.

I will start out with one thing in particular that made a huge difference in my life as a top: Exercise, bitch! Seriously, nothing makes me more of a top than when I'm in my groove exercising. And I've found I need a good mix of exercise to be at the top of my game. Ever find you're fucking some hot hole and then all of a sudden your energy level drops to nothing? You need more endurance training, specifically cardio. A good level to shoot for is being able to run or jog (not walk) a 5k. Endurance cardio will turn you into the Energizer bunny. Great for your mood too. Ever find your bottom trying a stifle a yawn as you're plowing him? You need more weight training. Building some muscle, especially core and glutes, will have you slamming your dick into that hole in a way that will absolutely focus any bottom's attention. Bonus: weight training boosts testosterone levels in your body which makes you hornier, gives you better hardons, and bigger loads. Also great for your mood too. Plus exercise will give you confidence and have you walking taller. Gives you a more masculine energy. That instantly makes you more attractive. And your sex will go from "Lay back and think of England" to "Swinging from the chandeliers." Seriously: I'm not a big fan of going to the gym to cruise or to get a body that will land me in porn (though if that's your goal, that's great). I work out for me, partly because I like to be healthy, but mostly because I love how it makes me feel. And I love the results in bed.

I was fucked once in one night by 18 guys in a sex club in Berlin. It was a great night, I got alot of cum inside me.

Other than my first girlfriend, all but a (very) few of my encounters in college were bareback. To be honest, other than seeing them in the stores when I purchased lube, I never really thought about either purchasing or using condoms. That stayed the same while I was in a monogamous relationship, and then I alternated between condoms and bareback depending on my mood and the top. I returned to condom use in the mid-'80s when I started losing friends to what was colloquially termed the AIDS scare/crisis/panic, but even through my own fears and despair, I kept leaning toward barebacking purely from the standpoint of physical comfort. I have a mild latex allergy, and polyurethane condoms weren't terribly common at the time, but I had the feeling -- I can't say "belief," as it wasn't that strong -- that I would at least attempt to make being a receptive partner for anal sex safer. Ironically enough, I had more damage done to my hole during that time by condom use than I ever have by enormous cocks or vigorous, multi-topped sessions. Absent a far more involved discussion of my personal journey than anyone is likely to enjoy yawning through, suffice it to say that science's greater understanding of HIV transmission rates and associated infection vector(s) combined with my access to PrEP has almost completely turned me off of condoms of any type. I will -- if my partner adamantly insists on it -- accept condom use in the beginning, or if it's going to be a one-off encounter, but I also make clear that I find bare not only more enjoyable, but more psychologically fulfilling, and condoms kill both sensation and the mood. I guess you could say I started out barebacking, worked through what I personally felt was a devastating time by resorting to condom use, and then was given the opportunity to return to bareback. And I don't think I'll ever look back.

PART 2 The first quarter came to an end and I got up to go get another drink real quick before the second quarter started. The two guys were still making out on the other end of the couch and as I walked around them I noticed that one guy had his hand in the other ones shorts. I just kind of smiled at their brazenness and went to get my drink. Upon returning I noticed that now both of them had a hand in the other's shorts and looked like both were hard and also seemed to be pretty well endowed from the bulges showing. The other two guys were paying more attention, I noticed, to watching that action more than the game on TV. I just sat down as the second quarter was starting and didn't turn that direction again as the game was close and whenever one team scored the other one did too, keeping it tied up. Halftime arrived with the score tied up at 21 each. A good tough game. I got up again to get another drink and see what my friend was up to. As I turned to go, I again noticed that both guys were stroking the others' cock in their shorts. Damn, they just don't stop. I went and got my drink and found my friend. She was really drunk by now and leaning heavily upon her girlfriend, When she noticed me she smiled and asked what I had been up to. I told her I was watching football on her TV and she seemed to have a couple of guy friends sitting on the other end of the couch deep in a lot of playing themselves. She just laughed. We chatted for a bit and I had another drink and talked to a couple of her other friends too. Then I told her I had better get back to the game as it was a good one. She laughed again and said, "Yeah, right, you just want to watch the closer game." I just laughed at here and got another drink and went to watch the second half. The second half kickoff was just reading as I got back. I noticed that now, though, one of the guys on the couch was now on the floor with the other guys cock out and sucking the hell out of him. I almost tripped when I saw that, but quickly just got to my seat to watch the game. I took a quick look over at the end of the couch to see if I had actually saw what I thought I did. Just as I looked the one doing the sucking came off of the cock for a quick breath, looked my way and smiled at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I just laughed. Damn, that guy's cock was big though. Had to be all of a good 9" long and big around as my glass. The third quarter got started and quickly turned into a defensive struggle with neither team able to keep up much of a drive. By the time the 3rd ended the score was still tied at 24 each. By now, with the booze I had been putting away, I had to pee badly. How much I had had hit me a little as I got up to go to the toilet. Strong Rum can kind of sneak up on you if you don't pay attention, like me. I was a little unsteady as I turned to go. I kind of noticed that now the two guys were half laying on the couch in a 69 position and both cocks seemed to be about the same size. Which means very large. I almost fell on them getting by but managed to stay upright and headed for the hallway. I pretty much staggered down the hall and almost missed the doorway and actually did bump into it pretty good. One of the other guys that had been sitting in a chair watching the game grabbed me from behind or I might have went down in a heap. He offered to help me get in the bathroom and I let him hold me up as I got to the stool. Then I had trouble unzipping my pants and again the guy helped by pushing my hands away and before I knew it had unzipped my shorts for me and then before I could say anything, had reached in an pulled my cock out and aimed it for me. I started to protest but it was as well he had done that for me as as soon as my cock was out and pointed I let loose with a ot of piss. I doubt if I would have gotten it out in time by myself so I just stood there with him doing the aiming for me till I was drained. I tried to find the words to thank him for his help, but couldn't think of anything other than just, thanks. About anything else I could think of to say might have come out wrong. LOL He just said, "Don't worry about it, I've had to help more than one guy do that before." He then laughed and tucked me back in. I know I was a little red in the face I was so embarrassed. I turned to go out and again the booze was still hitting me and I almost fell again I was so dizzy. My good Samaritan came to my salvation again and held me up or it might have been a very hard face plant for me. He just held onto me as we left the toilet and I was really dizzy by now. Instead of guiding me back to the living room, He pushed open another of the doors along the hall and almost had to carry me over to the bed where he had my turn around and gave me a little push anD I flopped onto the bed. He then grabbed my legs and turned me around and told me to just lay down for a while till some of that wore off. Then he reached down and took my shoes off and dropped them on the floor. I was so out of it I really wasn't registering what was going on and just laid there with my eyes closed and told myself to just rest a couple of minutes. I am fairly certain I passed out then, but not for very long. I woke up and was aware that I seemed to be naked as hell from the waist down. Now how the hell had that happened? I looked down and found that my shorts were definitely off and were in my own hand and then I felt the sensation of what seemed to be someone's mouth on my cock. I was hard as a rock and getting bj from someone, what the heck?

"At first, my new stepbrother and I wanted to compare the size of our dicks..." "...but we quickly found out that my forearm is the better benchmark."

Part iii Surrounded by darkness once more I remained still. Naked and on my hands and knees waiting for the two men I had been left with to do as they would. Being unable to see after the light had been extinguished added a new dimension to my submission. I was completely helpless now. Stripped, humiliated and already bred three times I had given myself over to this new way of being. I had already cum myself once and even that didn't assuage my desire to take more cock. So here I waited; knowing I could only leave this squalid place once each man that wanted to had used me to their satisfaction. The fact they were poz was no longer on my mind, they had hard cocks and I had willing holes to please them. I was probably already tainted so I saw no reason not to take all the cum they could give me. Two sets of hands were tracing over my skin, both rough skinned, both making me shiver in the anticipation of what was to come. As one set of hands worked up my back over my shoulders the other was working lower, over my buttocks spreading and kneading my flesh with a strength that made me shudder. If he was this firm with just his hands what was he going to do to me with his cock? The man who had worked his way in front of me took hold of my head and tilted my face upwards, still unable to see, I felt warm weight against my lips and opened my mouth instinctively. The cock that slipped between my lips was a good size and tasted of sweat and precum. I had already sucked this cock tonight...oh shit! That meant the man behind me was Mr. Big. My head was held more firmly as if my realisation had been transmitted through the cock in my mouth. "Shhhh...relax and you'll be fine." The voice was from the man in front and then I felt the cold glass pressed to my nose. "Breath deep! As much as you can take." He just held the bottle and I just kept hitting it until warmth spread through me and I felt myself losing my ability to think straight. The poppers were my new best friend but even with them I still felt it when spit hit my hole and fingers rubbed around my sloppy, cum soaked ring. I moaned as it felt so good and the cock in my mouth was shoved to the back of my throat and held there. I would have gasped but here was no time, breathing through my nose just meant more poppers and I was already spinning. I screamed. Well I would have if I didn't have my face stuffed with hard dick. The only noise was choked off as I was held firmly in place. Tears streamed from my eyes though in this darkness they were unseen and I could only imagine they would have meant little if noticed. The cock head that had just invaded my arse was so fucking thick. Even after the rough fucking I had taken and the three loads of cum that had slicked my insides I was being stretched beyond anything I had ever known. I couldn't pull away with the man in front of me pressing me back working together with Mr. Big who had his hands on my hips holding me tight and I could tell he was much stronger than me. He was coming in and there was no stopping him. He didn't ram himself inside me but it was a constant pressure, a relentless drive forwards that spread my channel and kept opening me up deep inside. I felt like he was splitting me, tearing me His whole length was thick and getting deeper inside me. I had to breath the poppers again and again and I felt my body relaxing as I gave in to the invasion. I pushed down with my anal muscles trying to open my hole as much as possible and I was rewarded with a pat on my ass cheek as he clearly felt his way forward was easier. The final jab took all my breath away but I felt his balls slap against me. Mr. Big was all the way in. Number Two pulled himself from my mouth and gave me another hit of poppers leaving me panting and light headed. I nearly collapsed to the floor, I certainly lowered my head as Mr. Big began to move. Slowly at first, he withdrew his massive cock from my arse and it felt like he was turning me inside out. I swear my passage was gripping him in a vain attempt to stop any more damage but he wasn't on the same wavelength as me. As soon as I felt his bulbous cockhead pulling on my ring he began his slow push back into my bowels. He would occasionally spit down between us adding a little wetness but I was still stretched tight around his member. Despite the slow movement, or perhaps because of it, the burning that had been enveloping my hole was becoming a hunger. My cock, which had softened from the initial pain of the penetration, was starting to thicken again and because of the pressure inside me it was drooling precum. I was grunting with every motion inside me. In and out, in and out, he was mechanical in his movement making sure my hole was sufficiently open for him. The spit and cum that soaked my anus and the effect of the poppers on me started to make me buck my hips following his movement. This and the fact his huge dick was constantly rubbing across my prostate had me moaning softly with each long stroke. With us both now working in tandem to achieve his total penetration of me, his strokes became easier. This ease of passage was quickly translated into a faster movement which had me gasping and grunting hard. "Oh fuck! So fucking big! Fuck!" My moans and cries were taken as a sign to go faster and he started to punch his prick into me. Jabbing thrusts of his hips that only took half his length out of me but kept me on edge with his every movement pushing more fluid from my cock. He grunted something that I didn't catch and he fucked me hard for about a minute shaking my whole body with the vigour of his pounding. Then he levelled off again resuming a long, slower, sliding fuck into me. I was delirious by this point. The fucking, the poppers, the whole situation had broken me into a fuck hungry hole and I was pushing myself harder onto him. I loved feeling this full, I loved being made to take this huge fuck tool inside me, I loved that these men all wanted to breed my sloppy arsehole. I started to beg for more. More cock, more cum, more of their virus. In answer I was given more poppers by the guy in front of me who just said above my head, "Yeah, this bitch is totally ready. I can't fucking believe he never got fucked before tonight!" Then hands on my head making me look up again. I expected to feel his cock once again sliding across my tongue, and I was hungry to taste his musk again. Instead I felt him lowering himself in front of me and then I was smothered, his fleshy cheeks spread in front of my face and his arse pressed back as I was instructed to lick. I licked, and licked. The cock fucking me pushing me on as my tongue became another sex organ. His taste was musky and sweaty and I felt my cock throb as I licked harder. This was the taste of a man. This was everything I was meant for. His hands gripped and spread his cheeks and he pushed his hole straight against my lips allowing me to kiss and probe his ring with my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around that muscle and pressed into the centre. He relaxed some and my tongue sank into the whorl. I wish I could have watched this scene from outside my body. Me on my hands and knees like a willing slut being pounded from behind by the biggest cock I've ever seen. At the same time pressing my face between the arse cheeks of another guy so I can rim his hole and relishing the task as only a true dirty boy can. As I did my best to fuck his arse with my tongue he was clearly wanking hard and telling me what good boy I was and how they were loving breaking me in. It didn't take long before the guy I was rimming moaned, "Fuck this feels too good!" He pulled away from my probing tongue and moved around behind me. Mr. Big slowed his fucking and leaned back. This allowed Number Two to straddle me and I guess point his cock directly at my hole because I felt him shuddering and the splatter of wet heat across my crack as he unloaded his cum. He must have been trying to get as much as possible on my hole and all over Mr. Big's dick because once he was done, signified by a firm slap on my arse, he moved away and that huge cock began fucking me again. The pace increased but the added cum was slicking my ring and the motion felt much easier. More poz cum being pushed into me and I was grateful for it. My fingers flexed against the concrete floor as that shaft kept on sliding in and out of me. As he sped up his thrusts I was pushed forwards my shoulders sagging leaving me face down and arse up giving him the angle to long dick me easily. I had been forced open by his monster cock and part of me wondered if I'd ever feel anything smaller fucking me again. The rest of me was focused on the feeling rising in me, the building pressure from his ceaseless pumping. He picked up his pace again and I was barely holding on, a gasping wreck moaning into the floor about big dicks and fuck and so good. Overwhelmed by sensation I couldn't stop myself, there was barely any warning. I involuntarily clenched my anal muscles down on his cock when he was buried all the way inside me and I came. My spunk pouring out of me in a stream splattering the floor as I cried out in definite ecstasy. At this Mr. Big's hands tightened on my hips and he started hammering into me. I swear each thrust was pushing more cum out of me leaving me delirious as my prostate was drummed making my orgasm high painfully long. Within a few minutes of this I could just register him tensing up and the tell of his thrusts becoming arhythmic. I couldn't tell if his cock swelled, I was already stretched beyond what I thought possible, but the roar he gave as he finally unloaded in me left no doubt. He held me firmly in place as he throbbed multiple times adding his own flood of toxins to the multiple loads already soaking into my anal walls. He gave a few more pumps of his hips making sure to push his load deep and he he slowly slid himself from my totally fucked hole. Once he was out I could feel the coldness of the air across my cheeks and arsehole and I knew it would be a while, if ever, before my hole returned to anything like normal. I was left in the middle of that filthy floor. My surprise that both men left couldn't have been more. I don't know what I expected but I think I smiled to the darkened room. Not only had I got what I came here for times a thousand but I had been left here after being utterly used. Somehow I liked that feeling. Somehow, after remaining in position for a minute or two, I felt the strength to move and I thought I really should before anyone else came in. Managing to raise myself on shaky legs I felt around in the darkness for my clothes. Nothing. Shit. My keys. Not to mention having to find a way out of here in just my trainers. "Ahem!" The cough that came out of the darkness was an announcement. I turned to where the noise had come from and realised the pitch black I had walked into had become a greyness. I could see the shape of a man near the doorway holding out the items I had searched for. Reaching out feeling relief tinged with embarrassment and shame at being discovered naked with spunk running down my legs from my gaped anus, I recovered my jeans and t-shirt and pulled them on hurriedly. The man chuckled and there was a timbre to his voice that I recognised, the daddy from before had come back. "Thank you!" It was all I could think of to say. I didn't know if I was thanking him for returning my clothes, or for everything else he had done including removing them in the first place. "My pleasure." He replied with a grin playing across his face, "Yours too I think, given how much you seemed to have enjoyed things. I get the feeling we'll be seeing you around here before too long." He stepped aside and I walked out into the lighter beginning of morning. I walked a little unsteadily across the gravel back to my car, only one or two cars were left in the lot and once again I felt a little self conscious especially as on this walk I could feel the dampness from the spunk soaking the back of my jeans and I was now clearly visible. The drive home was a little uncomfortable but as I played out the events of the night in my head I could feel my cock stirring between my legs and the last thing Daddy said to me repeating itself over and over. "We'll be seeing you around here before long." I couldn't help but smile and wonder precisely how long it would be.

took raw black cock at the bathhouse all weekend, and bred a beefy muscle bottom on the way home from work. ass up and anon. oink

Part 34 The next morning Rob was released from his cage. He started towards the gym as was the normal routine. As he turned down the hallway, Tanner grabbed Rob by the shoulder and said,” Hold on, other way, we need something from you this morning.” Rob was directed in the other direction and into another room. Inside Nick was waiting along with some sort of contraption Rob didn’t recognize. “Have a seat,” Tanner said pointing at a large high backed chair. Just as he started to sit Nick said, “Hold on a second pig.” Nick walked over and pushed a plug into Rob’s ass. The plug was curved so that it pushed right against Rob’s prostrate. Rob then sat and Tanner completely restrained him in the chair so that he couldn’t move. Nick rolled over the machine and started to explain to Rob what it used for. “This is a milking machine; we attach this sleeve over your cock and it massages your cock to make you cum.” “Your cum is then collected in this chamber.” Rob gave Nick a puzzled look as to why they would be milking him of cum. To date most activities seemed to revolve around using his ass and mouth, so something didn’t make sense. “We have a former party guest next door that we’d like to give a little gift to before he departs to take a new job,” explained Nick. “You probably wouldn’t recognize him since you were face down when you last met, but he was at the most recent college night party and he fucked your ass several times.” “We thought it was only fitting that you contribute to his going away gift.” "He is leaving soon so we didn’t have time to throw him a proper going away celebration; he just suddenly decided he was going to quit law school and go work on a hog farm in Iowa.” Tanner got a big smirk on his face and added, ”Frat president to farm hand, go figure.” Rob didn’t say anything but he knew the reason why they wanted his cum was because it was now toxic. He also knew that there was more to the story than Nick and Tanner were telling him. Rob was right on both counts. The frat president had been at the college night party and had fucked Rob, he also was leaving college. The decision to leave college wasn’t exactly his idea, but he had made a big mistake and now was paying the price. At the last party the frat boy recognized two of the bottoms that were serving the guests. After the party he began to harass the bottoms on campus and coerced them into regular forced sex sessions. If he had stopped there it would have been fine. There were plenty of bottoms that loved to volunteer to be of service at the warehouse sex parties so if those two became unavailable they could be replaced. They were popular bottoms so Nick wouldn’t be happy that they might be unavailable but he would adjust. However, the frat president got the bright idea to start holding his own sex parties and charging admission. He was undercutting Nick’s parties on cost and since the frat boy’s parties were closer to campus it could impact Nick’s business financially as well as impair one of his prime methods of recruiting new talent. That was unacceptable, Nick didn’t like competition and now the frat boy was paying the price. The frat boy was approached by one of Nick’s staff with a business proposition to build up the parties and split the profits. The greedy frat boy couldn’t resist the offer and signed the contracts. He wasn’t as smart as he thought he was though, because he didn’t read the contracts very closely. One would think a guy planning on being a lawyer would be more careful and read contracts better. He was now owned. In the room next to Rob was the frat boy. Nick was right, Rob wouldn’t recognize him and that was not just because Rob was focused on cock and may have never seen the guy’s face. The frat boy had been shaved completely from head to toe. In addition, a large ring pierced his nose. It would make a good handle to lead the boy around with or to restrain him. He was now in a sling with his legs held high while being brutally fucked by three very toxic tops. Like Nick had mentioned they didn’t have the time to arrange a large pozzing party but they were able to get three local Tops to participate including Jesse the bartender. The frat boy was drugged which prevented him from fighting too much but he was coherent enough to feel every thrust from Jesse’s pierced cock. The spiked PA pierced the boy’s ass wall to further the damage from the preparation with the bottle brush he had received prior to the being fucked. Rob was oblivious to what was going on in the next room. He could hear some music but the frat boy’s screams were muffled by a gag and what noise he did emit seemed to blend with the music. Rob was given a slam of meth and that made him even less conscious of what was going on around him. The plug in his ass began to vibrate against his prostrate and the machine started milking his cock. Rob’s eyes rolled back in his head in response to the intense feelings. It didn’t take long before he shot his first load of cum. The machine and prostate massage didn’t stop and he stiffened up again as his balls began to churn to produce another load. After several hours Rob had 6 orgasms and was milked dry. The collection receptacle was full to the brim with his poz cum. Nick and Tanner returned to the room. Nick carefully disconnected the collection chamber with the cum and headed for the door. He stopped just short of the door, turned and looked at Tanner, “Grab the rig from this pig’s slam and draw out a little blood; we might want to use that to make sure we are successful next door.” Tanner collected the sample from Rob and handed it to Nick. Nick rushed next door with the fresh cum. The three Tops had finished fucking the frat boy. He was a sloppy mess and was crying and babbling incoherently. Two of the Tops helped raise the frat boys legs higher and Nick poured Rob’s cum into the battered hole through a funnel and then sealed the hole with a large a butt plug. “How many loads did you guys pump into him,” Nick asked. “Three each,” replied Jesse. “OK, with these 6 that makes 15; that should do the trick.” “Just in case though, think we’ll give him a little blood slam.” After the slam the frat boy moaned from the effects of the meth. He was removed from the sling and blindfolded. “Let’s get him down to the loading dock and prepared for shipping; his ride north should be here soon,“ Nick directed. Tanner released Rob from his bonds and removed the ass plug and then helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you back to your cage slut." “There is a private party tonight that you need to rest up for; you have been specifically requested to serve with one other bottom,” Tanner commented. An evil grin spread across Tanner’s face as he continued. “The Dirty Hawgs biker club from Alabama will be here tonight and you get to be a party favor.” “They can get a little rough with their toys, but you have been exposed to that and will be fine,” he laughed.

Part 32 The fuck flu hit Rob with a vengeance. He was sweating and had chills at the same time. His whole body ached. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this bad. Even though he was allowed to lie on the bed in the room, that was all he could do since his strength was completely gone. Fortunately for him he was cared for during his illness. The Doctor checked on him every day and offered whatever medications he could to relieve some of Rob’s symptoms. He was administered fluids twice during the first week before his fever broke. Instead of starting to feel better however, a new problem arose for Rob. He hadn’t received any meth since the fuck flu began and now the signs of withdrawal were becoming evident and began to grow stronger. He craved the drugs. His body had the shakes and his vision was blurred. Of course, the other thing he craved was cock. That was something the staff at the warehouse could help with. Once his fever broke from the fuck flu, the staff would come in and fuck Rob on the bed during their breaks. Tanner fucked him at least twice a day. The feeling of a cock hitting his prostate and ramming in and out of his ass did make Rob feel a little better. It just wasn’t the same however without the high he received when he was partied up and then fucked. Before his tremors got too bad, Nick informed him it was time for him to receive his badge of honor. Rob was tightly strapped on his back to try to prevent him from moving too much. A guy Rob didn’t recognize appeared and started to draw some markings on both of Rob’s pecs. When the guy pulled out a tattoo gun, Rob knew what was next. Rob received a tattoo of a large biohazard symbol on the right side of his chest. On the left side, a very detailed tattoo of pig head was inked. Surrounding the pig tattoo were the words “POZ PIG” in big script letters. The tattoo artist stood back to admire his work. “Nice job,” said Nick. “He needs one more marking to indicate his status in life; let’s turn him over and tie him down.” When Rob was properly positioned, the artist began the next tattoo. When he finished, Rob had the words “CUM DUMP” boldly displayed over the whole top of his ass. “Looks great,” said Nick. “There’s no mistaking what the slut wants now,” he laughed. “While we have him tied down and spread, you can go ahead and fuck him.” Nick slapped Rob’s ass and said, ”I’ll even give the pig something to make him a better fuck for you.” Rob felt Nick press in a large shard of Tina deep up his ass. “This is something I can tell you’re craving,” Nick snickered. The effects were almost immediate. Rob felt less anxious and his ass started to twitch begging to be fucked. The tattoo artist dropped his pants and pointed his inked cock at Rob’s needy hole. The cock tattoo was the same scorpion design as the one on Dolf’s cock although his cock was not nearly as large. When the 9” cock slammed into his ass, Rob cried out in pure ecstasy. Rob was still weak from the flu and the effects of his drug addiction, but with what little energy he had, he squeezed the cock with his ass muscles and milked out a heavy load of toxic cum. “Okay pig your days at the spa are over let’s get you back in your cage.” Rob’s new tattoos were bandaged up and he was directed back to his cage. “Don’t touch your new ink, we don’t want any infections.” "You should be ready to show off your new ink at the cum dump party later this week.” Over the next few days, Rob slowly regained some of his strength and stamina. He was even able to start going to the gym again. Every time he saw his reflection in the mirror he was reminded of his journey to becoming a cum dump. He was starting to look a little tired and beat up he thought. His eyes had bags under them and looked a little sunken. However that didn’t seem to matter to the guys that fucked his ass and throat on a daily basis. It was common for them to pull out their cell phones and snap a pic of their cock entering Rob’s ass making sure to include the “Cum Dump” tattoo in the shot. The day of the cum dump party soon arrived. This would be Rob’s first gang bang since he got sick. He was ready to get slammed and fucked all night. The concept for the party was simple. There were six bottoms bent over in a row on a long padded bench. When a top unloaded in a bottom’s ass, they would make a tick mark with a marker. The bottom that had the most tick marks was promised a special surprise at the end of the party. Rob was positioned second from the end. As the bottoms were bound to the bench Rob glanced to his left and saw Redd at the beginning of the row. “I’ll show him who’s the best cum dump,” Rob thought to himself. The bottoms were then all blindfolded, slammed and the festivities began. “Look at this whore, he is advertising for it”, a voice joked as Rob felt the first cock of the night enter his ass. Rob moaned and verbally encouraged each cock that entered his ass to plow him harder and to give him a load. He tightened his ass tentatively on each cock. If the reaction of the Top seemed positive he would use his ass to milk the cock. However he found some Tops preferred a loose sloppy hole, so he’d accommodate that as well. Each time he felt the marker on his ass making a tick he felt a sense of pride. It seemed like the tattoo over his ass was driving the Tops wild. He heard comments all night about it. He didn’t care that maybe the ink was an advantage over the other bottoms; all he cared about was getting as many loads as possible. When the party came to a close, he waited anxiously to see who won. “With 26 loads it looks like we have a clear winner,” announced Nick. Rob then felt a hard slap on his ass. “Let’s get this pig his reward.” Rob couldn’t help but beam with pride. He had done it! He was led to an individual fuck bench in the center of the room. The blindfold was removed and he was shown a humongous dildo. “Don’t act like you have never seen a cock like this,” Nick jeered. Nick turned the cock around and Rob saw the scorpion tattoo. “After all, you have had the real thing up your ass before.” The other bottoms in the room giggled. “Did they know about this,” Rob wondered. The thought that he had been set up also crossed his mind. He noticed a suspicious lack of marks on several of the other bottom’s asses. Rob was given another big slam. The latex model of Dolf’s monster cock was attached to a fuck machine and it was lined up to Rob’s ass. Rob gritted his teeth as the monster dildo began to fuck his ass. The blindfold was placed back over Rob’s eyes and the speed of the machine was increased. The intrusion brought back memories of the night Rob was pozzed and he began to leak copious amounts of pre-cum as the dildo battered his cum filled ass. as he settled into the rhythm of the fuck machine Rob heard a voice say, “We’ll check back with you in a couple of hours.”

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I met up with a Tall Black Muscled guy I had met on A4A. When I got to his place, after serving me a drink, I knelt down in front of him. When I pulled off his boxers his dick was already huge in its semi state. A little oral attention got his dick rock hard - and it was monstrous. Least 11 is not 12" and thick. It was the thickest dick I've had - along with a corn-fed White farm boy from Iowa years ago. I worked my way up to nearly taking it all in with fast deep swallows - honestly I was really thinking about getting it unbelievably wet (which I did) in preparation for my ass. When he motioned me on to the bed I was so worried how it would proceed. I laid on my stomach across the bed with my head over the edge leaving me the ability to huff poppers. I huffed until I was spinning just as he got on top of me and entered my ass stretching my hole wide. I went back to the poppers cause it hurt like hell. He laid his body on top of mine and he kept pushing the rest in. That was the first experience with the second ring- I never felt it before and def wasn't prepared but It was hot still. He fucked me all over the bed - in that laying on stomach position. He finally nutted deep after 1/2 hr.

Part XI Well, what a conflict. Just wanted to see a really huge cock and had but had also ended up sucking it to full hardness and then let him dominate me into letting him fuck me with that huge pole. Then he tells me he is poz on top of that. What the hell was I thinking about. That is what comes from thinking with my small head. Now, either I have to explain to my boyfriend what I had done or trick him somehow into coming with me on that trail and fool around and let the guy fuck my boy too. I had never seen him bottom before. How was I going to do that. He doesn't like hiking that much either. Oh, worry, worry. I decided to try and tease my boy into going with me. First, I got my big cock poz guy to take a few pics of his cock, but not showing all of it, just enough to draw interest and curiosity. Then I plied by boy by teasing him with my ass. Then telling him there sure were a lot of guys walking the trails where I went and some had some really nice looking butts and cocks. Then I, accidently on purpose, left my puter on with one of the tease pics from my poz guy. It showed nothing but the huge head of his cock with a caption about how long and bid around it was. I then left my laptop sitting on desk leading to bathroom where my boy was sure to see it on the way to there. I know he saw it as when he came back to bed he was hard as a rock and fucked the hell out me. I then left another one on that showed my poz guy's balls and a note about how big they were and how much cum they could hold to spurt out when needed. After each time I left a pic out my boy would come back to bed and just plain plow my hole for all he was worth and fill me full of his cream. I was loving it, but had to keep track of what was going on, too, as when my boy wasn't plowing my hole all I could do was think about that huge cock plowing me really good and deep and thinking about that poz cum made me wild for some reason, too. My boy was also asking questions about that cock I seemed to be always looking at, wink, wink. I told him it was one of the guys who hiked the trails I went to. I told him we had taken a break at about the same place once and had talked a bit and exchanged emails. I told him that ever since he had sent me some pics of his cock for fun to tease me with. I just thought they were fun. My boy said he would love to see if it really was as big as he was telling me. After a couple of weeks of this my boy finally asked if he could come with me on my next hike. I smiled and told him I would love for him to come as I loved doing everything with him. I told him we should go the next morning for sure and he agreed saying he sure hoped that guy would be around so he could get a look at that huge cock once. This really made me smile as it seemed like he had more interest than just wanting to see it. When my boy went to the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the poz guy telling him that my boy was coming with me in the morning for a hike and he might want to be around to see what would happen. I got a message back quickly saying he would try to be there but wasn't completely sure of his schedule yet. I was a little disappointed but sent him back that I sure hoped he could make it. My boyfriend and I arrived and it was a really nice warm day for a hike. We both decided to just wear our shoes and socks and jocks and shorts only as we thought that while hiking we would get too warm with a shirt of any kind on. We started out and then turned off on the route most guys used and most of them nude or with just their shoes and socks on. We had hiked a short distance when we encountered the first person we had seen and very naked but in good shape guy with what looked to be a very nice uncut cock walking along the opposite direction. We exchanged hellos and kept on going, caught my boy looking over his shoulder at the guy walking away, so I looked also and he did seem to have a nice ass too. We ran into about 5 or 6 guys like this over the next approx. 2 miles we hiked but none were my poz guy at all. We decided to return then and took another route that would take us by where the poz guy had fucked me before. As we got close to that spot I veered off the trail and had my boy follow me and took him right to where the deed had been done. I then dropped to my knees and started to play with my boy's cock through his shorts and then tugged them and his jock down and soon had my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him good. I was really horny being where I had last been fucked by someone other than my guy and a poz one to boot. I sucked for a while and then stood up and we were then kissing and running our hands all over each other while getting rid of our clothes completely. Then my boy pushed me down and onto my back and was soon burying his tongue in my hole and then running a couple of fingers in me too to loosen me up some. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in me deep as it would go on one thrust. I pushed my hips up and into him to make sure every bit of his cock got in all the way. He then proceeded to pound the hell out of my hole. He got a good rhythm going and I was really enjoying it when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there about 25 feet away was my poz guy in all his glory. Stark naked and his cock pointing straight into the sky hard and beautiful. I barely was able to whisper to my boy that he was here watching I was so caught up in the excitement. My boy turned his head to looke and the poz guy let him see him for just a second and turned and walked away into the trees. My boy yelled hey, come back here a minute, but there was no answer and by the time we got untangled and ran up there, the guy was nowhere to be seen. My boy told me he barely got a glimpse of that cock before it was gone. Damn, he didn't see enough to tell exactly what he had seen. We didn't even finish our sex we had started but just hiked back to the car and went home. We were both somewhat discouraged by the day's events.

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

you dunno what your missing....trust me youll like the taste. Ive felched once, i nutted in him. after pullingout some dribbled down his smooth crack....In a second, before i knew what i was doing...my mouth was right there tonging the hole, cleaning the excess...I dont think any top could get all the cum out. esp if the top shoots it deep. It works best shooting shallow if you wanna good taste of buttjuice and seed.

If they felch my ass I hope they kiss me and share some of the load.

Life is too short to get bent over being possessive of cum loads. Be happy another dude wants your hole enough to put his mouth to it and clean it out. One of the ultimate shows of affection IMHO.