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I'm a bartender so I work nights but I can host weekdays during the day at my place in Santa Clarita, CA. Unfortunately, the main disadvantage of being a bartender is that I'm free when everyone else is working and vice versa. I have however, thanks to a DoubleList Ad, found a fuck buddy who is able to come over and fuck me a couple of times a week. Like myself, he is married and states that condoms are a must. He's handsome, well built and well hung so even with a condom on he's a great fuck and I always cum at least a couple of times when he fucks me. He's got great stamina and loves to fuck so he's my kinda guy. But this last week, things seemed to change. He came over on Monday morning and asked that I wait for him face down, ass up but not lubed because he wanted to eat my ass. I love getting rimmed and so I waited for him on all fours. Sure enough, he came in, started caressing my ass and began to rim me like only he can. As he ate my ass, I could hear the crackling of the condom wrapper and looked back to see his shoulders moving, indicating that he was putting the condom on. "There's lube on the nightstand" I offered. "Ok" he responded, but resumed rimming me. He got up and I immediately felt his huge mushroom head pushing against my tight hole. I knew that there wasn't enough lube on my ass and the pressure hurt. I was about to complain when 2 things happened simultaneously; his cock head pushed past my hole's resistance and I felt the sharp snap of the condom breaking from the lack of lubrication and the tightness of my ass. He froze when the condom snapped but didn't say a word. I didn't want to call attention to the rubber because I've been wanting to feel his bare cock for a while now. Instead I said, "Thanks for giving me a moment to adjust, you forget how big you are ha ha." "Oh yeah, no worries. Are you ok with this?" He asked. And in agreement, I said, "Oh yeah, definitely, but please go easy, your cock can do some damage ha ha". He kissed the back of my neck and slid more of his cock in me. Once he was balls deep in my ass, he pulled all the way out and drizzled lube on his cock. I wish he'd done that before but I think that, all along, his plan had been to cause the condom to break. Soon, we were both in a comfortable rhythm and his thick 8" hole wrecker was pounding my prostate and getting me close to orgasm. By this time, I could clearly feel the ragged ends of the split condom which was now a sort of cock ring rolled at the base of his cock. His thick bare shaft felt amazing and I was loving every stroke. I told him that I was getting close and he said that so was he. A few more strokes and I couldn't hold back and I started cumming really hard and my ass tightened on his cock and essentially milked the cum out of him. I could feel volleys of hot cum spraying against my inner walls and I knew that his unprotected cock had just shot his cum straight into me. He collapsed on my back and just held me for a few minutes while his cock plugged me and eventually deflated and slipped out. He jumped up, ran to the bathroom and flushed the condom. I could tell that we were not going to discuss the fact that he had just stealth bred me. I was tempted to shove a couple of fingers in my ass and dig out his cum and show him but I knew that could potentially ruin a good thing so I just smiled as he got dressed in front of me. His chiseled torso shining with a light cover of sweat and his thick cock hanging down with a bead of post-cum on the top made me kneel before him and suck his cock head in and savored my ass juices and his cum commingled on his cock. He placed his hand on my cheek and caressed me as I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. "Thanks, I really needed that. Can we do that again on Wednesday?" He asked. "Of course," I replied enthusiastically, "you know you're welcome anytime you want to come over and use my ass to get off in." "Fuck yeah, I like knowing that that's my ass now. I'll see you Wednesday morning, wait for me on all fours but go ahead and lube up this time. I feel bad that I think I hurt you but I just needed to get in you. I'll treat your ass better next time, I promise." I walked him to the door, he squeezed my ass and said, "This ass is mine now, but I'll treat it really good." After he'd left, I shoved a couple of fingers in my ass and sure enough, there was a huge load of cum inside me. I won't say a word, but I'm definitely letting him stealth me from now on ha ha.

Please ignore any random spelling errors or odd punctuation my iPad key bored is horrible haha. Everyone remembers the first time they stepp out and play with someone else.... I was a married 28 year old living in a new city. My husband had been relocated by his employer and his new job had him traveling three times a month to different parts of the country. Life was great for us. We had been married for six years, his job provided us with plenty of perks, and we were happily monogamous. Seattle was everything we had heard, amazing food, great views, and plenty of eye candy. The only downfall of his new job was he never had time to go out, so our friend pool was super shallow. Each time he went out of town I found myself stuck at home and bored out of my mind. I had yet to find a new job, so my days at home consisted of me watching Netflix, binging on porn, and eating whatever I wanted. We weren’t gym god gays at all. The husband was a typical midwestern guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a towering height of six foot 3. He weighed a little over 260 lbs, and was the definition of a bear. I on the other hand was a 5 foot 7 furry brown haired cub. Not really fat, but a nice mixture of husky, and the remains of muscles from my teenage years playing football in high school. Our sex life was the standard married sex life. We fucked twice a week and always in the same position. Even though my husband was a big bear, he was the biggest bottom ever. He rarely fucked me and when he did he was never able to cum in my ass like I craved. In the six years of our marriage, he was only able to breed me once and that took me riding him while he did nothing. Super exciting right? We had been in Seattle for a little over a month, and we hadn’t had sex since we moved. Jack was busy working almost everyday, and he didn’t get home until well after 7 pm. Each night I would greet him with a glass of wine and dinner in hopes he would be in the mood. Each night it was the same answer. “I’m so tired, lets have sex tomorrow morning.” Each morning passed and here I was sexless and frustrated. Each passing day allowed my mind to wander more and more. I was starting to notice more guys when ever I went out, and I caught myself going grocery shopping at stores in the gay district. II never planned to do anything outside of the house, but as we all know, our dicks will lead us to doing crazy things. Jack had just left for a two week trip to Boston, and I finally had it. A little flirting on an app wouldn’t be considered cheating right? We had downloaded scruff when we moved in hopes that it would gain us some friends to explore town with. Jack did not know however that I had also downloaded Growlr, and set up a profile with just some body shots. I had used this a few times to dirty chat with guys, trade pictures, and jack off when he wasn’t home. It’s was an absolute rush to chat with someone who didn’t know me and see what they would do to me. I always focused on guys that were from out of town in hopes that they would never see me in real life. I knew jack would kill me if we ran into a guy on the street that I had sexed with. Jack had been gone for five days, and my diick was constantly hard. No matter how many times I jacked off I was still horny as fuck. It was 8 pm on a a Friday night when I jumped in the shower. I knew I was going to have some fun with some of our toys and I wanted to be nice and clean. I had logged on to growler and woofed a few guys before showering. As a scrubbed down my body fur I heard the familiar noise of an incoming message. The noise caused my dick to rise instantly. By the end of my shower I was clean and ready to have night in with me, my poppers, and a 10 inch dildo named Stan. II dried off, grabbed my phone and went to lay down on my bed. Not only had I received a message, the guy had unlocked his pics, and sent me a few more. We exchanged the normal, hey....what’s up....horny? Conversation. He told me his name,that was in town on business, and asked if I ever played with married guys on the DL. When I read this I started to leak precum. I told him that I was also married and that my husband was out of town and that we were also monogamous. The conversation kept going normallly until he asked me if I got off on cheating. This wa something I had never really thought about, but as I laid there stroking my dick I realized that I was really getting into the idea of it. “It’s somthing I hadn’t really ever thought of. We have been monogamous our entire relationship” ”Same. Well he thinks we have been. I started playing around when I traveled a few months ago and the rush of a new dick is insane.” ”Oh really? Don’t you feel guilty?” ”I did at first. But then when I bred the second guy I played with that all went out the door!” When I read the word bred, I felt an orgasm building. But instead of shooting I stopped jacking off and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that maybe I should just delete the app and go to bed. I wasn’t about to go cheat on my man and take a strangers load. II slowly typed a message back with shaking fingers. “Oh wow. Don’t you worry about catching something? “ ”Nah...as a top its rare to get an STD that isn’t treatable with something, and I only fuck neg guys.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Our conversation continued, and we kept sending pics back and forth. Paul was totally my type. He was a ginger bear in his early 40s with a ton of body hair and a thick uncut cock. It was when he started to send pictures of him breeding a guy that I felt the start of an orgasm coming on. I stopped jacking off and we continued to chat. “So Chris, doo you think I could get a face picture?” ”Uh....I don’t really send those since my man doesn’t know I have this app.” ”Oh, cmon, I’m not from here, im a cheater myself and I wouldn’t show anyone. Be a good son and show daddy a face pic.” That was it. He had found my weak spot calling me son. Without realizing what I was doing, I held my phone above me and took a picture that showed my fave and my furry body. The moment I hit send I felt a twinge in my stomach. What was I doing? I took another deep breath and heard a message alert tone. ”Damn son...you are one cute fucking cub. I love the beard and those eyes just suck you in. Dont you wanna be a goood boy and come ride daddy’s cock? I mean, it says were only .2 miles from each other. So my airbnb must be pretty close.” Damn, the guy was super close and was now calling me son. I could feel my dick starting to take over my mind. Would meeting the guy really be that bad? I mean, maybe I could have him over for a glass of wine? ”Oh you’re a bad daddy! Trying to get me to cheat.” ”Son, I think you’ve already made the decision. You sent me a face in after all.” He was right. The fact I had sent him a face pic and called him daddy had told him that I wanted his dick inside of me. My ass twitch at the thought of taking his thick uncut cock raw. ”Son, wouldn’t it be hot to be bred in the bed you share with your man? Wouldn’t it be sexy to take your daddy’s load while you bite his pillow? Trust me, a night of me fucking you and you’ll never forget me...ever.” ”That does sound hot...I haven’t ever thought that cheating on my husband would ever be something I would do....” ”See son, your already becoming ok with the idea of taking my dick bareback and letting me give you what you’ve always wanted a needed.” ”Would you be ok with coming here and having some wine and just seeing what happens? I mean, if we just jack off next to each other that’s just as fun right?” “Sure son, I love a good wine, and I love looking at a cub jacking off. When can I come over? I froze before I wrote the next message. Was I really about to invite a guy over and possibly have sex with him? I slowly typed my next messsage and took a minute before I hit send. “you can com over now. I just showered and have a few bottles of red already out. Here’s my address.” ”Looks likewise only a five minute walk son. I’m on my way.” When he sent this my dick hardened to the point of it hurting. I had just invited over a guy that wanted to pump a load into me. I quickly ran downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and chugged down half of it. I knew I needed liquid courage too do what I was about to do. Before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. As I went to answer it I realized that I was naked, great I thought to myself. What a way to answer the door. Paul stood at the door wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. I could see he didn’t have a shirt on under it and I guessed he was camando as well. “Wow son, what a way to greet your daddy!” I went to cover my junk and I blushed. ”YEah...I was jacking off in bed when you messaged me. I can throw on some underwear if you like.” ”Up to you. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a jock if you have one. “ He smacked my ass as he entered the door. “Wow. What a nice place you have!” I heard him call as I ran upstairs for a jock. ”Yeah, we just moved here a few months ago” I called back down as I grabbed a jock and slid it on. “The husband works for a big company and they offered to give us a package that included money to move into a place. “ By the time I finished saying this I was back downstairs. ”Oh woof son, that jock looks great on you! You might be one of the harriest cubs Ive ever seen!” I could see him looking me up and down. I could also also see his dick rising in his gym shorts. “Why thanks Paul...erm, daddy” This sentence sealed the deal. I knew that by the end of the night I was going to have a naked man in my house that wasn’t my husband. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as I poured myself some. I could feel the wine I chugged earlier taking over my mind and lowering my inhabiitions. ”Yes please! I had a long day of travel and a glass or four sounds great!” He said this while walking into the kichen. He ended up behind me and slowly moved his arms around me. I could feel his dick rubbing my ass I knew that by the end of the night we would be doing more then just jacking off. He slowly rubbed he hands on my furry stomach and down to my bulging pouch. “Wow son, someone is excited to see daddy!” I could feel his hands all over me. With each pass I grew hornier and hornier. I threw back my glass of wine, and slowly ground my ass into his dick. “It also looks like you want daddy’s dick up that furry ass.” He said this in a growling low voice right behind my ear. I could feel every breath of his on my neck. He grabbed two bottles of wine from the counter and asked me to lead him to our bedroom. My mind was racing as we walked upstairs. I was leading a man to our bedroom, and I knew I was about to do something irreversible. The moment we got into the rooom he tossed back the remaining wine from one bottle and sat them both down on the nightstand. He them looked at me directly in the eyes and I just melted. He slowly walked to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. The moment his tongue entered my mouth he had me. Jack was not a fan of kissing and I loved it. I felt Paul wrap his thick arms around me as we fell onto the bed. “Is this the bed you share with your husband son?” He asked me as he laid on top of me. His weight felt perfect on me and I could feel wet spots on both of us. “ Is this the bed daddy’s gonna breed you in? Your husband isn’t here to tell you to stop. But don’t worry, daddy is a better top that he is and ill fuck you better then he ever has.” We continued to kiss and grind against each other. “Yes daddy, this is our bed.” I said in a muffled tone. His mouth continued to kiss me. I felt one of his hands move down to his shorts and in one motion he ripped them off. His cock came out and popped down on my stomach. II could feel the head of his dick ooozing precum. He scooped it up and slowly moved it towards my ass. “Might as well get you lubed up a little son. Natures lube is the best for daddy to breed his son with. “ I felt his fingers part my cheaks and rub his precum on my hairy hole. “Mmmmm. Son I can feel your hole twitch” as he said this he leaked more and more precum until my stomach was soaked. For ten minutes he worked more and more of it into my ass until he was able to successfully get three fingers up me. By this time my hole was open and sloppy with his juice. I groaned and said, “Daddy that feels so good. You’re precum inside of me makes me feel so slutty.” ”You are a slut son. You’re letting daddy work his pre into you on the bed you share with your man. You’re a cheater just like your dad. “ As he said this her worked one more finger up me and he began to massage my prostrate. With each rub I moaned and moaned. He could tell that I was a bottom in need of a real man. I felt him move and he passed me the bottle of poppers from the nightstand. “ Here son take a few hits. Daddy wants to see you piggy out when I start to rub my dick.” I took the poppers, opened them up and inhaled the fumes. between the wine and the poppers I was in heaven. Daddy looked at me and chuckled, “now there’s the little piggy cub I knew you were. Your eyes look soo fucked up. Ready for my cock son?” The poppers had hit me. “Yeah daddy, give me that raw dick. Fuck a load into me. Fuck me better then my husband could ever do!” I screamed these. Words out as Paul rubbed his cock on my hole. I could feel my ring release as he slowly slid in. He was so thick that I had to take one more hit. Thankfully he had worked my hole with his precum before his assault. Inch by inch he entered me. I was feeling feelings that I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like minutes had passed when he was balls deep in me. Here I was, a married man, with a bear inside me raw....and he wasn’t my husband Daddy slowly rocked back and forth. With each rock he looked at me, “Take a few more hits son. Let your inner dick pig come out. Show daddy how much you want his gift. Show daddy that you want him to change you forever!” I took three more hits and let them roll over me. As they hit I moaned out, “Daddy fuck me. Breed me. Give me your seed!” My mind was gone. I was no longer the good husband. I was a bottom pig begging for my dads cum. “That’s it boy. Keep taking those hit. Beg me for my gift, beg me for my cum” I could see sweat dripping down his face and onto me. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself. As he continued to breed me, he kissed my neck and then slowly moved up to my ear. Withe a gentle bit he asked me a question, “does my son know his daddy is a gifter?” I froze. I had read things about gifters and what that meant. “Take another hit son, let daddy give you the gift that you known you’ve wanted. Once you get my gift you’ll be able to have sex with anyone.” He kissed me again and grabbed the poppers. Instead of having me huff them he soaked his gym shorts with them and held them to my face. I could smell the poppers and his sweat, I could smell the man who was fucking me, and I could smell my ultimate demise. With each smell my ass lossened more, and daddy fucked me harder and harder. I could’ve stopped him, but I wanted his load. “That’s it son. Let daddy breed you and change you forever. I can feel your ass wanting it. “ We were both sweating and I was in a popper high. Minutes of fucking went by when I saw him close his eyes and tense up. I could also feel his dick harden and I knew what was about to happen. “Son! You’re getting it. Your getting it! What a good boy! Take my poz cum!” As I felt him cum in me I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as deep as he could he go. The deed was done and with a few more thrusts I shot my load all over us. our room smelled like sweat and cum and I didn’t care. Daddy pulled out of me and fell to the bed next to me. Laying on my husbands pillow I looked down at his dick and saw a mixture of cum, spots of blood, and ass juice. He saw me looking and said, “Looks like your gonna be just like daddy after all. I always knew you’d take after my side of the family,” With that he rolled over, grabbed me and we drifted off to sleep. 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Decided to play hooky from work on a Friday. Put on my out of office and slept in. Woke up to have breakfast and shower ...made sure to clean out just in case! I was browsing on Grindr and was messaged by a short hung top looking. He was in my area and looking to breed some ass. We exchanged pics and within minutes he was on his way. He requested for me to answer the door in a jock with the lights dim. I was game. He knocks and I opened the door quickly to avoid nosey ass neighbors. (Nyc lol) He got right to it and started carassing my ass cheeks inside my hallway. He pushes me against my wall and spreads my ass taking a whiff of my freshly clean ass. He licks his lips and begins to devour my smooth hole. It felt so good. After a few min he removes my jock and we make our way over to my couch. By now his rock hard 8” dick is sticking outta his fly dripping with precum. I couldn’t resist and took my thumb to taste it. Mmm sweet and salty! His eyes lit up. My poppers were close by and he takes a hit and gives me two. Before I know it I’m on my knees naked in my apt while a fully clothed stranger is getting his big dick serviced. After a few min of me working his knob he positioned me on all fours with my ass facing him. He re-wet my ass and drizzled some lube on his dick. I reach for my poppers to take two deep hits and he leans over my shoulder for a hit as well. I feel his slick cockhead at my hole. I push back and he moans “fucccck”. As I tighten my hole with my ass muscles. He fucks me for a few min and then I noticed he stops. I look over in my floor length mirror to see him with his head thrown back shaking his head. Didn’t realize he was being watched he tells me to suck his dick again to get him hard.. ( he came without telling me ) I proceed to suck him hard again and he’s ready to fuck again (round 2 lol) we hit the poppers again nice and deep. He starts slamming into me. I notice my as feels extra slick but pay no mind to it. He’s going to town and tells me to keep hitting the poppers bc he’s close. I flip onto my back and he reenters me balls deep. At some point he undid his jeans and slid them down to his ankles. I’m impressed this short skinny fucker is really working my hole. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before that I don’t like to kiss but there was something about him and he leans in and tells me to stick my tongue out. He starts sucking on my tongue and really begins deep fucking me, pushing his first load in me. We each take 2 more deep hits of poppers and that must have awoken something in him. He moaning and groaning which is super hot but he decides to spit in my mouth which sends me over the edge. I start to blast my load all over my chest and my ass clamps down on his big dick which causss him to cum instantaneously! This time I felt it and his balls contraceted. I tighten my hole and he slides out with his dick semi. He sits down next to me and confessed he came in me and that was his second nut. I take his semi dick into my mouth to clean him off and he puts a finger in my cum lubed hole. He begins to lick his fingers and I notice he’s getting hard AGAIN! Did not realize he was a multi cummer! Without even asking he spits on his dick and begins rubbing it on my hole. Of course I can’t resisit and begin hitting the poppers again. (They’re the good kind that doesn’t give you a headache lol) He slips in easily and is rock hard again. He pulls his white T-shirt over his head exposing his nipples and abs. I lick my fingers and begin twisting the shit outta his nips. Surprisingly his dick got even more hard! We make our way onto the floor and things start to get really wild. I’m riding the shit outta his dick and my ass is super wet. Full of cum, spit and lube. We fucked like that for another 10/15 min. Taking hits of poppers flying high now. He spins me around while his dick is still in me and I’m rocking back & forth on his big dick. Bringing me to my knees he begins withdrawing and slamming into me. Literally one of my favorite things! He asks if I’m ready for another load to which I reply “fill me up!” With that being said he grabs my waist and unloads in me deep. I can feel his cum coating my insides. Felt so fucking good. He pulls out and cleans off his dick in my kitchen sink and he’s out the door lol. Definitely a super hot fuck. Needless to say I’ll have him over again REALLY soon!

My eyes had now become more accustomed to the darkness in the room but I still could really only just make out shapes. I could tell that the guy now standing by the fuck bench was much darker skinned than Bobby, the AIDS ridden man who had just filled my arse with his toxic load. But it wasn’t until this new guy leant forward to speak to me that I realised he was West Indian. ‘Hey, I’m Devon’ he told me, ‘You liked Bobby’s cock then?’ he asked as his fingers entered my hole. ‘His cum feels hot in your arse, ready for another load?’ Sitting up I reached out to this big black guy, I found that he was much less skinny than Bobby. He had a mat of short curly hair on his chest and his arms were strong and muscled. But it was when I reached his cock that I found his greatest attribute. I gasped and he chuckled. ‘Think you can handle it?’ he asked. ‘How big is it?’ I asked, astonished by how thick and long it was. It seemed to pulse in my hand and I found that my fingers didn’t reach around the shaft which started thick but widened even more at the centre before tapering off toward his balls. But it was the head on it that was so amazing, it felt like an apple under a thick foreskin, it must have been twice as wide as his shaft. ’Near 11 inches’ he drawled, ‘and not many guys manage to get the head through their ring first time, well not easily’ he laughed. I had to taste him, I leant forward and tried to take that enormous knob into my mouth. I slid his foreskin back and nursed on his glans, he tasted strong, manly, his pre-cum was metallic as it coated my tongue. It felt enormous in my mouth, I wondered if it really was too big for my arse. He pushed me away. ‘I’ll stretch your throat open later if you think you can take it, but it’s your arse I want first. I want to sink my cock into Bobby’s cum and make sure it’s massaged nice and deep inside you.’ He knelt down, lifting my legs so that he could rim my hole, cleaning away Bobby’s cum that had leaked from me. Then he stood and we kissed, him sharing the cum and arse juices that he had just collected. I could taste my arse, Bobby’s cum, Devon’s mouth, our tongues duelling as we devour each other. ‘I love Bobby’s aids cum’ he tells me, as he collects more on his fingers and feeds it to me. ‘I’m high VL too, not been on meds for months, but not nearly as high as Bobby is.’ My stomach tightens again, what the fuck am I doing here? Should I get out now? But my cock was as hard as I have ever felt, the eroticism of the scene, my arse still tingling from being comprehensively bugged just a few minutes before and the anticipation of trying to take this monster inside me. Once more the brown bottle comes out, I take a couple of draws on the bottle before offering it to Devon, thoughts of making my escape gone. ‘I want to fuck you without for now’ he tells me, ‘the poppers will make me cum too quickly. But you keep them to hand, you’re gonna need them mate.’ He roughly lifts my legs back up, making me fall back on the bed. I manage to open my lube bottle and slather some onto his cock, but then he’s over me. I feel his bulbous cock head against my ring, starting to stretch me open. He presses harder, I feel my hole stretching to the maximum, but I’m not open enough to let him in yet. It starts to hurt like fuck, it feels like my ring will tear apart if he goes any deeper. ‘Take some deep breaths of your poppers mate’ he tells me, ‘then let me know when you are ready for me to try again.’ I take deep breaths from the poppers bottle, feeling the chemicals course through my lungs into my blood stream, reaching my brain, I try to will my arse to relax. ‘I’m about ready…..’ I start, but am stopped as Devon pulls back before viciously ramming forward. It feels like a cricket ball is rammed through my muscle, I actually scream with the pain, I wonder if he’s torn me. My ring clamps back behind his cock head, I feel my arse muscles twitching around the shaft itself, that alone being bigger than any I’ve ever received before. He pauses with his massive cock head just inside me. ‘Fuck, you bastard’ I cry through my tears, ‘I wasn’t fucking ready!’ He laughs. A deep sinister sound. ‘You’d never have taken it if I’d not made you, mate, and remember, it’s gonna hurt just as much when I pull it out!’ My head spins with the sensations, I start to wish I’d not come here tonight. But I realise that this is what I really do need, what I’m meant to do. I’ve always known I will get knocked up sometime, I’ve barebacked for years, so what better way than this? And I can always go to hospital in the morning to get PEP if I want, but I know already that I’m lying to myself. Devon presses forward and drives more of his shaft through my obscenely stretched arse. I think that no cock will feel the same after this. It feels like a mini fist is travelling through my rectum, that enormous cock head pushing past the fragile tissue of my arse, forcing a path to open up around it. I’ve never felt anything like this before, I’ve never been fisted and never done it to anyone else, afraid of the damage that it seems to do the guys who do. After this I reckon I could take a fist if the hand was small enough Devon starts working my hole with his awesome cock, he would push a couple of inches in, then draw back out. Then harder in again, then out until his cock head was pulling my sphincter out. Then that ride back through me, pushing even deeper into my guts. He reaches a stop. I feel him press against the rear of my rectum causing a dull pain, surely he can’t try to get more in? He pulls out, then aims his cock to one side, pressing hard against the wall again. And again he drives and again it stops, he tries again, battering, bruising, it fucking hurts. ‘Woah, no more’ I tell him, ‘that’s as far in as I can take.’ I push against his chest, try to stop him pounding my guts. I realise now that he’s stronger than I thought, so much stronger than I am. I’m truly at his mercy, I have no way to stop this big guy raping my hole. I hear him chuckle again, coldly, determined. No words, he just continues to pound the wall of my intestines, I worry he’s going to rupture something inside me. His strong arms are holding my legs against his chest as he rams again. And again. Trying different angles. I consider shouting out, shouting rape, would anyone stop his brutal assault? Suddenly his cock finds an opening, I feel a deep, different ache as his cock head forces through a restriction inside me, I know he has passed my second opening. I’d heard of guys doing this but hardly even believed it was possible. But I know for sure that this is what is happening, that his cock head is forcing its way into my intestines, stretching me internally. It still hurts but it’s different, a stretching sensation that I’ve never felt before, more like it’s something that shouldn’t happen, but not really painful. His cock head is managing to straighten my intestines, allowing him to slide in deeper. Then I feel it, his scratchy pubes pressing against my tender arse ring, I know I’ve taken him all. He rests a moment, his cock cooking inside my hot bowels. I realise that there are shadows all around us, there must be eight or ten guys watching. I reach out, feel a leg, a cock is put in my hand. I draw it to my mouth and suck it, it tastes of arse, of lube, I know I’m sucking a cock that has not long been inside another guys hole, its uncut and I lick under the foreskin, cleaning fuck knows what from around this anonymous guys cock head, his balls smell of fucking and sweat and cum, this is the sleaze that I love about this place. Other hands are massaging my nipples, I feel a hand trying to reach under Devon to feel my stretched hole, squeezing his balls. Someone is trying to suck my cock. Devon pulls his cock head out of my deepest ring, I feel a short relief but immediately he pushes back in. He repeats this, the sensation making me buck against him, relief and then pain, again and again, I know he is stretching me open, I feel him loosening me up. Then he starts to fuck me. His strokes get longer and longer, each time he bottoms out inside me, soon he is pulling all 11 inches out to the maximum, then making long slow strokes back into my intestines, undoubtedly driving Bobby’s toxic seed deeper and deeper into my body. His cock head repeatedly drives past my prostate, then back into me, then out to my arse ring to stretch the muscle outward. He is driving me to distraction with the mixture of pleasure and pain, the overriding sensation is pain, it hurts but I fucking love the hurt, my bowels being churned, tissues being bruised, muscles forced to open against the natural control of my body. The hands continue to caress my body, my nipples are twisted and squeezed, another cock is driven into my throat, balls against my lips, hands feel Devon’s cock, as he slides in and out. I hear one guy say ‘the whore is taking it bareback.’ Another guy tuts, sounds disgusted. My legs are free, sometimes I squeeze them around Devon’s body, sometimes he grabs them, I am wet with my sweat, I feel Devon’s sweat drip onto me. He starts to get faster, I don’t know how long he has been fucking me, his cock is driving now like a big piston, his cock head driving through me, he is groaning, someone is wanking my cock, then they squeeze my balls, a shot of different pain, but the cock in my mouth stops me complaining. It’s a long thin cock, the guy pushes it into my throat and holds it there, cutting off my oxygen, before pulling back out. My whole world is these cocks, these anonymous men using my body, nothing else matters. Devon takes a slightly different angle and his cock head smashes into my prostate, my cock jerks as I shoot off volley after volley of cum, my hole unable to clamp down means that my orgasm is intense and seems unending. The pressure of my hole around Devon’s shaft makes him slow, then he rams deeper than ever, if that is possible, he bellows as he shoots his seed, toxic waves of semen, I don’t feel it but I know that his cock head is again deep inside my intestines. Surely his cock head must be blocking the semen from returning, so it can only travel deeper into my body. I remember him telling me about his high viral load, I realise that there is no stopping the virus that is being injected into the deepest recesses of my body. Absorbing through the walls of my intestines, into god know how many tears, cuts, abrasions that these two guys have caused inside me as they pounded my guts. I black out. I guess the mixture of Viagra and Poppers, the lack of oxygen from the cock in my throat, the intensity of my orgasm. I come to, my hole is empty but within seconds a cock is pushing in, smaller, not so long, I realise its another man A voice at my ear, Devon’s. ‘Never fucked a guy that deep the first time he’s been with me before, mate. Think my cum must be up in your stomach! These guys are queueing up to have a go, that ok with you?’ I think that I’ve really had enough. The cock in my arse isn’t doing it for me to be honest and I think about rolling away from him. But I feel him ram deep into me and cry out as he has already reached his climax. I snort more poppers, the thought that I’ve taken three loads of strangers cum and there were more waiting made my cock harden again with excitement. Fuck it, I think. I nod. ‘Yeh, I tell him, I want everything they can give me.’

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

Part 1 Chris felt lucky to have found his new apartment. After a last minute decision to switch schools, he had missed out of guaranteed housing and had scrambled with some other kids to find a place together near campus. Chris was happy he had switched schools. It felt like a better fit here and he was also closer to home, not that he was gonna miss high school. It had been ok and he had friends and stuff, but Chris had a secret his friends and family didn’t know about: Chris was gay. Sure, he kept up appearances and his friends all thought he was straight, but Chris knew what he loved, and hoped now that he was on his own and in a new city, he could maybe explore a little. At 5 10” and 165, with an athlete’s build and still with his summer tan, he looked good. His two new roomies that he was still getting to know told him he was “gonna get tons of pussy” this year and Chris had gone along with it. No way did Chris want them to know he liked guys. He was gonna have to make sure he was careful. Not that he had much experience to begin with, just a few hurried mutual blowjobs. And really, hadn’t it been him really being the one giving more than getting? Not that he minded that, it was more the person he had sucked, a boy from his school. Chris didn’t want a boy. Chris wanted a man, a hot older guy. The apartment building was small and each unit had a courtyard that attached to it in the back. They were fenced but it wasn’t hard to see through,. Chris and his roommates had met the neighbors on the left., a group of girls in their second and third years. They had just giggled when Chris and the guys asked about their other neighbor, answering it was a guy who apparently lived alone. The girls also added the strange comment that the guy would also almost certainly like having college guys as neighbors, with whom he could hang-out. Chris was amazed at how many things a new apartment required. He made it to the store and quickly went through the list of item he had compiled as being essential. Walking through the store, his eyes focused on his list, and and not paying attention to his situation, Chris bumped right in to somebody. Flustered, Chris immediately looked up and began to apologize profusely. He immediately became tongue tied as he looked at just who he has bumped into. Kevin was 44 and proudly gay. And proudly hot. His 6 3” frame was that of a perfect swimmers build. His dark greying hair was close cropped and he had the sexiest mustache. His tank top clung to his body and his jeans cut offs were cut to show off the hottest legs and biggest looking bulge Chris had ever seen.. “I’m.... i’m so sorry. I totally wasn’t looking at all...” Chris blurted out. Kevin took the young man in, looking up and down, noticing that Chris was staring at his crotch, and smiled. “Well, you look so busy! And don’t you worry about it.” Kevin said, adding in a whisper, “a cute boy like you can bump into me anytime.” Chris went bright red. This guy was like perfect, Chris thought to himself, and he just basically said I am cute. Chris laughed nervously and again nervously blurted, “ I AM really sorry. I just moved here and getting ready to start school and my first apartment and it’s just a lot of stuff." The guy gave a chuckle remarking “Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Kevin. It’s very nice to meet you. We needed a cute guy to move in to the neighborhood, so thanks!” Kevin joked. “Thanks, i’m Chris. It’s great here so far. I really like it,” Chris replied, his eyes again falling to those jean cutoffs. “Well Chris, I really hope I see you around., “ said Kevin as his eyes again swept up and down. Kevin was tempted to just ask the boy to come home with him, but his senses told him this boy wasn’t ready for an aggressive push. But Kevin also knew when a boy wanted cock and he knew that Chris was one of those boys. He made a note to do his shopping at this store more often and continued down the aisle. Chris couldn’t wait to get out of the store. He thought everybody knew and had been watching him lust after Kevin. Not to mention, he wa rock hard. He had never had a reaction like that and didn’t trust himself... it was like he was about to lose control being around Kevin. He wanted him that bad. Driving back to the apartment, all he could think about was Kevin and being Kevin’s boy, as Kevin had referred to him.

Yesterday afternoon I fucked a chubby mid 30s guy. His boyfriend was away visiting family and he was bored and horny. I sucked his cock, licked his arse and then fucked him. He had said I would need to use a condom if I wanted to fuck him but when his pants were off and his arse was in the air he didn't mention condoms again. I lubed him up, slid my cock up him, fucked him bb and shot a nice big load into his cheating arse.

A chat buddy of mine that i met (and sucked off this summer) hit me up today while I was at work. We flirted back and forth for a while, and he was getting really turned on. He kept talking about my talented tongue and how he kept thinking about my nice fat ass. He is a 6ft 2 black man with a nice hard chest and firm gut. He also has the most beautiful 7.5 inch cut cock...nice and fat too. Then out of the blue, he tells me that I am to be at his house at 6, ready to serve with my mouth and ass. I readily agreed. I keep an enema bulb at work....just in case...so I prepped a bit at work before heading over to his place. I arrive, and he walks me to the bathroom, hands me a towel and jock strap. He says, "clean out, clean up, put the jock on and get in my bed." I got myself ready in record time. I get my ass into the bedroom, and he is sitting on his bedroom chair facing the bed...still dressed. I go lay on the bed, and get chest down ass up toward him. I tell him I am ready to serve. "Play with that pussy for me," he tells me. I spread my cheeks and rub my hole, moving my hips. He starts to undress while watching me. I get my fingers wet and get lost in the feeling for a bit. The next thing I know, he is eating me out. That man was making me sweat he was so into eating my cunt. Five minutes later and I am begging him to fuck me. We never discussed condoms, and at this point I didn't care...I just needed him inside of me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the edge of the bed and told me to get his dick wet. I remember him feeding me his load this summer, and was enthusiastically sucking that fat cock. He then laid me on my back, pushed back my legs and slowly sank his God Cock into me. I was in heaven. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and I could swear that he came inside of me. After a bit, he pulled out, told me to stay put. He came around on my right side and fed me his cock while he fingered "his pussy," as he kept reminding me. I could taste A LOT of pre along with my natural taste...so I still wondered if he bred me... After about 10 minutes, he thrust deep into my mouth and came. So much cum. He laid down next to me and started sucking on my nipples while fingering my cunt. "Be a good bitch and cum for daddy." I whipped out my cock and beat less than 1 minute before spraying us both down with my load. He told me I was a good bitch, and he wanted me to serve him again soon. As soon as i.got home, I went to the bathroom, and sure enough, there was some cum dripping from my puffy lips... I hope he calls me again soon...

PRELUDE TO THE COMMITMENT CEREMONY Sunday arrived, and the usual service was held at 10am, yet I did not receive instructions from the father to arrive until around 2 pm. As instructed by the father, I arrived an hour before the ceremony was to begin, in just a t shirt, gym shorts, a jock and my cock cage. Father was dressed in all white when I arrived and invited me into his private office. For the first time, the father had introduced himself as father Joseph. He instructed me to sit in a large comfortable chair next to his desk. Once I did, father planted his lips upon mine, slipping his tongue deep in my mouth. This was the first time that he had kissed me. Once he removed his tongue, he said, son I am quite proud of your progress. From our first confession, I knew you would be a wonderful addition to our flock. He asked me to share my thoughts on my journey, so I did. As I explained it has been a roller coaster of a ride so far. I have had the opportunity to experience things in my life which I have never experienced before, and appreciated that. He responded that my journey was not yet over, however it would be soon. He then asked if I have had any regrets. I hesitated, before saying I was surprised that I have not received the blessing that I was seeking. Father responded that he too was surprised that I had not converted to the church, as his seed was quite potent. He explained that he was confident that would change tonight. The father continued by telling me that the Elders had met, and discussed me in great detail, and decide who would ultimately lead me to my salvation. He then asked me if I had thought about whom I would like to be my spiritual mentor. I replied that I had indeed, and he asked me to share my thoughts, which I did. I explained that all three were a different experience, and each had something special to share with me. He agreed, and asked me to share my thoughts on each, and I did. I began with Brother Jay. I explained that Brother Jay has seemed to live a wonderful life, and that it was a bit scary seeing his aids wasted, sore infected body before he entered me. I continued by saying that I was pretty sure if Brother Jay seeded me, I was pretty sure a conversion would happen. I continued by saying that it appears that Brother Jay may not be amongst us for much longer, and it would be nice to possibly be his last conversion, before dying of Aids. The father responded by saying that I had made some very valid points, and told me that he was the one that had given Brother Jay his gift, and that he is indeed on a fast pace to his ultimate death and glory. He explained that Brother Jay was not as old as he had looked, and that the Aids virus has played a toll on his body. Father continued by saying that Brother Jay had entered the church on circumstances very similar to mine, and during his membership, he has shared his gift with many individuals. Although I wanted to hear more, the father asked me my thoughts on Brother Stephen. This was a difficult one for me to talk about. Brother Stephen was by far the most aggressive of the three, and it was apparent to me that he meant business about sharing his gift with someone. From his verbal aggressiveness, to him spitting in my face, and seeding me while wearing a cruel condom. I explained that although it was exciting, I explained to the father that I was not quite sure that was the way that I wanted my conversion to happen. The father agreed, and explained that Brother Stephen has not yet converted any members and that it is his strong desire to do so. He continued by saying that Brother Stephen however has a problem in following the rules of the church, which has put his membership into jeopardy. He stated that this was the second time that he has seeded a prospective church member, and that was contrary to church rules when deciding upon new prospective members. Once again, I wanted to know more, but the father asked what my thoughts were on Brother Zack. In my mind, I KNEW that Brother Zack was the one that I would like most want to lead me along my journey. Should I tell the father this or not? Once again my mind was racing. Not from any drugs, but just in thought. I decided to play it somewhat vague. I began by telling the father that Brother Zack was quite intriguing. I continued by saying that it was quite rare for a young boi to show and interest in an older bear such as myself. I also explained that I had experienced a level of intimacy with him, unlike the others. As I spoke, I could see the father nodding in agreement with me. Throughout our conversation, I could see the fathers massive cock growing under his white pants, but now it appeared that he was fully engorged. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I saw some of his pre cum leak seeping through his pants. The father interrupted, by telling me that Brother Zack was one of the newest members of the congregation, and that yes that although the church welcomed all for conversion, it was nice to see a young boy seeking to join the flock. The father ended the conversation by stepping away from his desk and tightly embracing me, and sticking his tongue down my throat once again. His cock was straining inside his pants, and it felt wonderful brushing against me as we kissed. He then instructed me to take off my t-shirt and shorts, so that I may be fitted with the proper attire. As I disrobed, he moved behind his desk and took out a white V shaped garment around my neck. It was a flowing garment, covering my nipples, and coming to a point just below my crotch. My cock was straining in its cage, And I was pretty sure that the father was going to bend me over his desk, and bless me before the ceremony. Before placing the garment over me, he slipped two fingers up my now quivering ass. His fingers were scraping the inside of my ass more roughly than he had ever done in the past. He withdrew his now bloody fingers, and instructed me to clean them for him. Sadly he explained that his blessing would be reserved for the ceremony. I begged him to give me his blessing now, and he explained that as part of the ceremony, he would be both the first and last to bless me, but I must have patience. With that he stated that the service was very soon, and that before we should have a moment of celebration. He once again went behind his desk, and removed a bottle, and a chalice. He pored the contents into the chalice, taking a sip of it, and then instructed me to drink ye all of it. With that he explained that I would be receiving communion wafers up my ass later, but that the ceremony would be lengthy, and they would be given to me at the appropriate time during the ceremony. That familiar buzz swept through my body, and I began to hear organ music playing. Father explained that the ceremony was about to begin, and that although it was mostly about me, there was proper protocol to follow, and that I should be patient. He explained that I would now be left alone to meditate, and that someone would be in shortly to lead me to the chapel. With that, he left his office.

Saturday/Sunday I get up my hole is sore, but it's a good sore, and I have to get ready for the Black Party, so it's into the shower as Mr.X is waiting for me. As for points, you can't bring them into the party, so he is going to slam me now and bring some supplies that can be brought in and given orally. Lay down as this slam will start you up. He ties off my arm the needle goes in as he is smiling. Boy, you enjoy slamming as much as you getting your hole fuck. He is right as I see the blood go into the syringe as he pushes the plunger in and this is a massive slam as I'm coughing my brains out and enjoy the rush. All I will be wearing is a leather harness, assless chaps, boots and jock strap. So I can walk the few blocks to the Black Party I have a trench coat to cover me as we will be waiting on line to get in. We head right to the dance floor after we drop our coats at the coat check. The lights were flashing; the hard-driving music is so powerful and so many Leather Men and their boys all in one spot. On the dance floor, you are rubbing up to bodies and hands grouping you and the looks I'm getting. Mr.X open your mouth and take this. We are on the dance floor for a while, and I'm flying. Mr.X tells me he is ready to have some fun, so we head to the dark areas. The front of the dark area there is some light, and you see a lot of people on their knees sucking dick, we go back a little more. Boy lets get to work on my dick. I squat down the floor is covered with cum and condoms. I pull Mr.X jock strap to the side and pull out his dick, and he is already hard, so I better get it wet with my spit as we don't have any lube. Someone has there finger in my hole, and I hear Mr.X say put this up there while you are down there. Its a shard of Tina as I feel the burn as he picks me up. Bend over bitch as I have few friends who want a taste of you. I bend over, and I feel the head of his dick working into my hole, and once the head is in Mr.X drives in till he is balls deep and the fullness with the Tina shard going in deeper. Someone has there mouth on my dick, and I feel one on my lips so I open up and swallow as much as I can as Mr.X is pounding me as fast as he can my mouth is full of dick and my dick is in someone mouth, you want to talk about being in heaven. Boys here comes my load as I need my dick cleaned when I pull out and this stranger wants a piece of your hole. I turn around as its so dark here, and I'm feeling around for Mr.X dick, as I put it to my lips he gives me another pill as the stranger slams his dick, and after Mr.X dick, it's very comfortable to take, the boy below me is still on my dick as I'm shooting a load into his mouth. Mr.X is saying to a few around me you want a piece of this boy and their response is FUCK YEA. We go back feather into the dark area, and they find a chair for me to bend over as they are going to start a gangbang with me. I have a cock in my mouth and a dick in my ass as the pills that Mr.X are keeping me in a state euphoria that the more dick I get the higher I get. After a few dicks, I feel Mr.X dick fuck me as everyone else is nowhere near his size. Mr.X takes me out from the dark area and gets me some water before we go back to the dance floor. I hear someone tell Mr.X to say. You know your boy is leaking cum on the floor, I think you better take back to the dark area. Soon everyone is laughing as Mr.X says spread your legs as someone buries their face into my ass cheeks and starts to clean me up. Boy, push the loads out from your hole. I do, and I feel his tongue and a few fingers between my cheeks. Someone ask Mr.X if I'm jail bate? He might look jail bate, but he is barely legal. We head back to the dark area for another round, and it's just Mr.X and me. Mr.X pickup two friends and ask them if they want to go back to the hotel with us. As I get out of the cab, Mr.X says. Boy, you are still leaking look at the back of your coat? I look, and you can see its wet with cum and Mr.X and his friends are laughing, I'm smiling and say well someone is going to have to put it back in. I get out of the shower, and I stink from the sweat, cum and I think someone took a piss on me.Mr.X ties off my arm and gives me slam as his friends start to fuck me and I don't remember anymore. I wake up, and no one is around, and I'm in trouble, and I feel like shit. I make the call to Omar driver and ask him to pick me up.

I just turned 20, but having a crazy work and school schedule, I didn’t get to celebrate my birthday, but I made up for it last night. I have class Monday-Thursday, and as I had the day off I decided I'd try to set something up. Now, I commute to school and still live at home, but I recently started working at a hotel which has the fringe benefit of affording the employees a discount on rooms as long as the reservation is within the same hotel group, meaning the hotel is owned by the same parent company. I also decided to take advantage of the discount and to make the reservation in the city where I attend college, which is an hour away from my home. Telephoning ahead I made a reservation and got the discount, which was great as I was afraid they wouldn't honor the discount given I'm less than 21, a threshold at some hotels, but everything worked-out. I had the reservation. In thinking about my plans, I can't honestly say I specifically planned an anonymous session as I didn't see myself as all that much of a cumslut. I couldn't have been more wrong. Anyway I checked-in, pulled on my jockstrap, and scrolled through Grindr. While I was hit-up by a few fuck buds who bred me here and there, none were readily available. Then I received a message from a profile which was blank, conveying absolutely no information. No age, no height, weight, status. Nothing. Just a dick pic of a cock which was easily nine inches. And it was as thick as a beer can. My hole twitched and my cock swelled hard at the sight of the cock. I needed it inside my ass. I replied providing with my hotel and the room number. The guy responded letting me know he was enroute, and would arrive shortly. He also instructed me to be ready, so that when he walked through the door I was on all fours and blindfolded. My initial reaction was trepidation, but my cock was so hard that I agreed to his terms. I unlocked the door, left it slightly ajar, placed a blindfold over my eyes and, stripped and ready, knelt on all fours on my bed. Upon hearing the door creak on its hinges my heart sank a bit. A stranger was in my room, and I was vulnerable as all hell. Fortunatelty before I could dwell on what might happen, a tongue licked my hole. My worries melted away as I pushed back on his tongue. My cunt was soon dripping from his spit. I heard him spit on his rod. His cock head slid into my hole with remarkable ease. My ass was pleased with the circumference of his cock. My slutty little heart was happy. His full cock is inside my hole and my cunt lips are gripping him for dear life. He’s a quiet fucker too. I feel his pace pick up and his cock is shooting his seed in my pussy. He rests on my back for a bit with his cock growing soft. I feel his shirt and his zipper against my naked body and realize this horny fucker didn’t even bother to strip down. Just unzipped and planted his seed. I hear the door close and get a message from him. He thanks me for letting him use my “sweet boy pussy.” And I thank him for his cum. I’m totally turned on by the anon scene at this point. I throw on a hoody and pull it up over my face. Just in my jock and a hoodie and waiting for my tops to come over. I get some messages from tops with profile pictures. And don’t get me wrong i won’t ever so no to cum in my ass. But the blank profiles sparked my interest more. It’s probably stupid and dangerous. But I just sent every blank profile “need more loads in my ass” followed by my room number. I ended up getting 8 more loads within an hour. I guess people love anon cumsloppy bottoms I have a total of 9 loads in my hole. (Some leaking out of course despite my efforts.) I’m still on Grindr with my ass in the air and I hear the door being pushed open. I put my phone face down and arch my back even more than it already was. I hear a belt unbuckle and pants drop to the floor. Soon after there’s a cock inside my well used hole churning a mess of loads in my asshole he’s the most verbal of the night. Calling me a pig ? and smacking my ass. He tells me repeatedly that I’m a good whore and he loves my cunt. He’s fucking me so hard and fast you can hear the cum sloshing around in my hole. He gives me a 10th load. Zips up. Says “thanks fucking slut.” And is out the door. I start playing with my cunt and fingering all the loads in my ass. I’m on my back and I hear the door open again. I quickly cover my face with a pillow and prop my legs up so this man can use my pussy. I recognize the thickness. It’s the guy who started this. He confirms this by saying “I needed more of your pussy man. Especially now that it’s used. He’s making an absolute mess and a lot of noise. (Actually it’s the cum in my hole making the noise.) and he gives me another load. This time he tells me he seeded my pussy he’s almost out the door when he turns around says “I was only quiet when I came the first time cause I wasn’t sure you wanted to be bred. But I know what I wanted. By the smile on your face I can tell you’re happy with yourself, whore. “ boy was he right.

I found a really good chart of AVERAGE unmedicated progression. 8 to 12 weeks, the VL soars to over a million, then stabilizes in the 10-15K range for about seven or eight years. The CD4 is also survivable during this period, although shingles and weird stuff you never got before are likely. Then your CD4 drops, you start catching lots of things, the VL soars again and you die. So chasing becomes trying to get the newly infected, or the near death, one time, or get people with a lower VL to fill you over and over. problem with going on and off meds the side effects get worse each time and it can build resistance to that regimen. I don’t think doing that delays the inevitable, it might even speed it up. Hard to tell when that CD4 drops without regular blood tests so waiting until then to go on meds might kill you painfully.

Part 2 - Shadows In The Mist Ethan's confidence was growing so he loosened the grip on his towel and lowered it slightly daring to be adventurous. Another wave of steam hit him as he began to really enjoy the heat of dampness of the steam room, the thought of sex diminished as drifted in to his own world soaking up the heat. He knew there was a couple of guys lurking in the dim denseness of the mist but so far they appeared to be keeping their distance. A blast of cold air hit Ethan signalling the door has been opened again as he watched a tall silhouette take a seat on the same bench he was on. It was the strangest feeling Ethan had ever had, he could not feel or see but sensed the presence of another body very close to him. The silence broken by the hissing of the steam vent added to the strangeness of the environment. Another cool blast of air and another body took position to the right of him on the bench, he felt a little uneasy and moved his towel over his groin area again. The reality of why he had come here was all to real with the two bodies sat either side of him, his cock twitched with an anticipated excitement but he was more than happy to just be here next to the naked bodies. The vague outlines of various men moved in and out of his limited field of vision followed by the swirling dense mist in their wake, some paused to look but soon disappeared from view. Ethan sat still he had no idea what he was suppose to do, for him it was a hidden embarrassment, he thought this was a stupid idea and maybe he should try it on with Adam first, but no, that was to close to home for comfort and he could get found out. The last thing he wanted was this being all round college and getting back to his parents. Ethan relaxed and rested his head back closing his eyes. Angelo stepped in to the steam room and stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the low light and mist, he wandered through and spied the blond hair and pretty handsomeness of the young boy as he sat down a couple of meters away from him. Close but far enough away to be shielded by the mist from his view. He had never seen him here before and knew this must be the guy Brad had spoken about when he arrived. Angelo shuffled a little closer and could make out some of his looks, he looked younger than 18 quite the reverse of some who looked older for their age. Closer he moved, noticing the young guy had his eyes closed Angelo raised his hand and touched the young body. Ethan let out a short gasp as a felt the strange hand running down his chest in a carefully low choreographed movement. He opened his eyes to see the shape of the man was now visible, he snatched a sideways glance and noticed he was of Latin descent. Ethan could see that the arm was heavily tattooed and very well defined with hard biceps covered by soft looking skin, he daren't move as the hand continued to caress his chest and abdomen, this was the first time a man had touched his body in such an erotic way. Initially he thought at best he would end up with a much older man or a guy his age, but judging by the muscled arm he thought this was aiming high. His cock was hard as rock as a whole new feeling of sensations rippled through every part of his body, he didn't know if he should return the stroking of the man's chest or kiss him. For the moment his body was in an encapsulated desire with every nerve ending tingling from the man touching his body. Angelo ran his hand up and down the chest of the guy sat next to him, he did not look at him but stared straight ahead with a slightly rigid pose, Angelo smiled to himself as he could sense the young guy was obviously very inexperienced and this would make for an easy picking. Today is turning out better than he ever hoped Angelo thought to himself continuing the caressing of the young chest, he admired how naturally defined he felt and looked, this was a guy he had not fucked before and a new experience beckoned. Angelo moved his hand upwards caressing Ethan's neck and place his hand around the back of his neck as he shuffled closer. Angelo pulled Ethan's head towards his, there was a little resistance at first. Ethan's pulled back slightly at his head being guided towards the man but the gentle coaxing was having the desired affect as he slowly allowed the stranger to pull him close until he came face to face with Angelo. Ethan gulped at the stunning face before him, the striking chiselled features and sexy Latin look was more than he ever dreamed of, he judged that he must be in his mid twenties. He exuded an air of confidence, Ethan had to blink several times to ensure he was not imaging him. Angelo's hand pulled him closer and closer, Ethan could now feel the breath of the guy on his face. Angelo admired him for a moment and realised that the young lad was looking back at him clearly captivated. Angelo leaned forward until his mouth was within touching distance of Ethan's, the soft touch of Angelo's lips landed on Ethan's in a very tender kiss. Ethan still had his mouth closed and Angelo suspecting the naivete slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the young guys lips, moistening them with his saliva. Ethan parted his lips slowly and he felt the tongue probing deeper between his lips, becoming more receptive to the advances Ethan's mouth opened allowing Angelo's tongue to slip inside and his lips to close in and lock against his own. The tongue savoured and gently explored his mouth as Ethan moaned and delighted in his first kiss. It was the most intimate 30 seconds Ethan had ever encountered, Angelo pulled away leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Ethan looked him in the eye with abandonment, Angelo smiled as he looked in to the striking blue eyes and stroked the side of his face before his mouth sought Ethan's again, this time with more purpose and intensity. A natural instinct took over Ethan who now licked at the foreign tongue in his mouth as he began to kiss Angelo back. Ethan moaned again and raised his hand stroking Angelo's arm, deliberately feeling the muscled biceps and soft smooth skin that coated them. Angelo only to aware of how responsive the young lad had become enjoyed kissing him for several minutes. Ethan's body felt strange through the new sensations he was feeling. Angelo moved closer and his left hand reached around Ethan's waist pulling and gesturing for him to sit across his lap, Ethan only to happy to oblige the direction he was being given, his body twisted and right leg moved over Angelo's powerful legs until he sat straddled across his lap. His towel had fallen away as he sat on the lap of this man both of them naked, their cocks jostling for position but Ethan could feel his own cock was smaller in girth and length and was loosing the battle. Angelo forced his tongue deeper in to Ethan's mouth and then pulled away leaving the young guy deserted. Ethan looked directly in to the eyes of Angelo, he really could not believe his luck. They did not speak a word between them, Angelo now had both his arms around the back of Ethan, his slowly and gently caressing and stroking his back. Ethan leaned back enjoying the touch of this man but also to look at those strong tattooed arms enveloping his body. Angelo pulled Ethan forward and their lips locked together again quickly followed by Angelo's tongue as he resumed exploring Ethan's mouth. Angelo pulled Ethan up and as he sat back down his felt sheer hardness of the cock being forced between his ass cheeks. Ethan's ass began rubbing up against this man's sex, he had no idea where that came from, it just seemed to him to be the right thing to do. The shuffling caught Ethan's ear as he saw bodies moving in to view getting a closer look at the action that was happening. Angelo's rock hard erection nestled between Ethan's ass cheeks, his back held firmly by Angelo's arm was now pressing his own chest hard up against Angelo's. His other hand began caressing Ethan's buttocks and moving gently across until he slipped one finger down between the cheeks seeking the young tight hole where it circled gently around the edge. Ethan nearly giggled but for the mouth full of tongue he was dealing with as well. The finger made concentric circles with more and more pressure being applied the circles got gradually smaller until it coaxed Ethan's hole open and it slipped inside. Ethan's eyes snapped open startled at the pain of the intrusion, he tried to protest but Angelo only kissed him deeper holding his finger inside until the pain started to subside and he relaxed. Ethan didn't know if he was fond of this movement, but he found that his body was literally immobilised being held tightly against this muscled chest and abdomen, he clasped his hands around Angelo's neck and responded to the kissing as his hole was being explored. A new arm began to caress Ethan's neck and shoulder, Angelo pulled his finger out quickly causing Ethan's body to tense, he abruptly grabbed the arm painfully as he heard the man wince in pain as it was pushed away only to disappear back in to the dense steam. With his free arm Angelo rubbed his hand around Ethan's back causing a pool of sweat that he guided towards his boys ass, Ethan gasped and moaned as this time he felt two fingers pushing in to his ass and manipulating the sweat in to his hole. He arched his back at the discomfort, the sweat from their bodies mingled and mixed together covering them both, in a vain attempt Ethan tried to moderate the invasion by gripping Angelo's arm. The sweat made it impossible to get a firm enough grip, he gasped as the fingers dived deeper in his hole, Ethan flung his arms around the back of Angelo's neck and he moaned in pain. At some point he began to kiss and lightly bite the neck of Angelo, Ethan moved his head upwards towards Angelo's chin until their mouth's sought each other, the passion between them building in their bodies. Ethan was seduced and sealing his own fate, he wasn't sure if it was the attractiveness of the guy or the fact he couldn't break free from the strong grip Angelo had on his body but he was loving it. Angelo had control over him and sporadically he would tighten the bicep of his arm holding Ethan's back in position, it was a controlling but comforting and sometimes slightly painful feeling, Ethan being drawn ever more in knew he was in the safe hands of a very experienced man who understood positive and negative reinforcement. Angelo would withdraw his fingers from the tight hole giving Ethan an immense sensation release, but which also left him yearning for the moment they would slip back inside him. His body slowly adjusting and beginning to enjoy the experience until Angelo pulled his fingers out sharply, breaking the kiss he spat in to his hand, resumed kissing and began to mix the saliva with the precum on his cock that was now poised for action. It was like an out of body experience as Ethan felt himself rising and looking in to the eyes of Angelo. Suddenly he gasped and let you a puppy like yelp as the searing pain shot through his arse and lower back, Angelo pushed the head of his cock hard in to his boy, Ethan wriggled to escape from the pain but the arm around his back remained firmly clamped down preventing him from forcing a withdrawal. The tears from the corner of Ethan's eyes mixed with the sweat, his body in agony from the burning pain. Ethan realised that there was only one way his body was going and that was down on this cock, he was forced to bury his head in to Angelo's neck as his moans mixed with cries and whimpering. Ethan had no concept of how much cock with now in his ass, all he did know was that his virginity and body where forever parting company. Angelo reached behind Ethan's neck with his free arm forcing Ethan's body downwards to take more of his cock, Ethan overwhelmed by pain tried to forcibly raise himself off Angelo's cock exclaiming 'No' loudly, but the look in his eyes told a different story. Angelo looked him in eye and continued pushing Ethan's body down as more of his cock tore it's way in to his young body, Ethan gasped loudly several times in pain but did not protest, there was no getting out of this predicament so easily. The cries from his pain brought the lurking bodies out of the steam as they stood and watched, many of them not realising they were seeing the virgin boy being transformed right in front of their eyes. Ethan let out one last hoarse cry as his ass came to rest on Angelo's lap, he was now holding 8 inches of pure sex inside his body. The pain remained as a reminder and Ethan raised his head and without any second thought he kissed Angelo, they shared an incredibly sensual kiss and Ethan's body began to slowly rock back and forth with small gesturing rise and fall. Every down motion still fired off sharp spasms of pain through his ass, but he was being overtaken by a more intense pleasure of joy and happiness. They kissed until Ethan felt Angelo's free arm wrap around his body, a sudden jerk of the arms as they tightened forced him to expel what air he had in his lungs in to Angelo's mouth, the biceps flexed hard and squeezed Ethan's back tight up against Angelo's chest. Angelo had fucked many a man, some to overly responsive who just wanted to push down hard on his cock whilst the others grimaced in pain through the experience. But he watched Ethan carefully as he pushed and forced him down on his cock. At Ethan's last cry his head rolled forward and Angelo was unprepared for Ethan to kiss him, it wasn't like any other kiss, this was a deep and meaningful kiss which Angelo felt. As Ethan rocked on his cock gently Angelo began to feel his orgasm building, no one had ever made him rise to orgasm within minutes. Angelo jerked and tightened his arms around the young lad's body crushing his chest tight up against his own to stop his movements, Ethan let out a small cry as the air was forced out of his lungs. Ethan's movement on Angelo's cock became tiny and not very noticeable, those arms crushing his body sent pure waves of delight around his body, something he remembered when wrestling at school. Ethan felt the cock inside him harden even more and swell and he buried his head in Angelo's neck. Angelo pushed his hips up hard as if he was trying to split Ethan in half. Ethan groaned as suddenly he felt a torrent of warmth flowing in to his ass as the first wave of Angelo's orgasm fired it's toxic load deep inside coating every surface as though it was on a mission. Ethan tried to catch his breath but the powerful arms squeezing him tight prevented him from pulling much needed air in to his lungs, he could feel the rapid succession of pulses in the cock releasing stream after stream of seed flooding his body. Ethan could only gasp as he buried his head harder in to Angelo's neck, still striving to gulp air in but he could only manage the short gasps as the arms held firm around his body. Ethan felt the twitching cock inside his body as it delivered the last few drops of seed, he was light headed from lack of air and heat in the steam room. The arms eased from around his back at last he was able to fill his lungs with much needed air, as he regained his posture Ethan looked down to find that he had also ejaculated without touching or realising that he had. His head still buzzing from the mixture of the heat and excitement of what just happened Ethan closed his eyes, he felt Angelo close in and kiss him lovingly as a reward for a job well done, his ass remained firmly impaled on Angelo's cock providing no escape route for the toxic seed forcing Ethan to hold it in his body. Ethan became aware of the several grunts and groans of the audience as they finished masturbating watching the show before them. Slowly the crowd dispersed, the cool air hitting their bodies indicating the door had been opened as they left the steam room, Angelo noticed some of the men still optimistically lurking in the dense mist, they were waiting for him to release his victim. Angelo was not done with this boy yet, he broke away from the kiss wrapping his arms tightly around the young body again forcing Ethan's head to bury in his neck again as he pushed his hips up. Ethan involuntarily winced as the pain ran through his arse, Angelo was clearly indicating he was ready to fuck him again. Ethan clasped his hands around the neck and shoulders responding to Angelo, his ass was sore, if not completely on fire with pain but he knew trying to stop it would be futile. Ethan quickly learnt to rock his hips in a mix of movements as Angelo's cock speared deeper in to his ass. Sweat ran down both of their bodies making it difficult for them to keep hold of each other, Ethan moved his face towards Angelo's waiting mouth, their lips parted as they kissed like lovers. Every downward motion Ethan made was greeted by an upward thrust from Angelo, each time he hit bottom he moaned loudly in to Angelo's mouth. He felt the arms tighten sharply around his body, he knew what was coming. Their kiss broke and Ethan found himself staring deep in to Angelo's eyes as he prepared to breed the boy again. His muscles flexed fully and the grip tightened around Ethan's body again, the air escaping from his lungs, his chest being crushed harder than before up against Angelo's own. Ethan attempted to arch his back to relieve the pressure but the arms simply constricted harder bringing him back to Angelo. Ethan found he could no longer expand his chest to draw breath as his arse was forced down harder on his cock. Angelo let out a low long moan and his cock pulsed against Ethan's anal wall, Ethan grasped around Angelo's neck as he muttered 'Fuck' before another torrent of seed began entering his body. His body collapsed against Angelo whilst he was held tightly, for a moment time seemed to slow down as he could feel every pulse from the cock in his ass, he felt his own heart beating as it pounded against Angelo's chest. The grip around his body loosened and Ethan coughed as he drew breath shaking off the grogginess from lack of oxygen, he panted heavily against Angelo's neck. Ethan regained some composure and sat confused and dazed for a moment, never in his imagination did he think his first time would be so painful and yet a powerful force took over his body to want this more than anything. His senses gradually returning to normal and Ethan knew his body had taken enough. He leant forward looking at the striking face of the young man and kissed him on the lips. Slowly he tried to stand and lift his ass of the cock, emitting a slight cry of discomfort at the now softening cock beginning it's exit. One thing they didn't show in the porn videos was how challenging it was getting off the cock as it was going in. Angelo released his hold from around Ethan's back as he stood, his legs visibly unsteady so Angelo stood with him holding him up, he escorted him out of the steam room towards the showers to cool off. Angelo stood behind Ethan propping him up as he enjoyed the cool water pouring over his head and body, feeling refreshed and sort of back to normal Angelo went under the shower head next to him and began to clean himself up. Ethan turned and looked over at him, this was the first time he had the opportunity to really see the young man. The body sculptured to within an inch of perfection and those beautifully muscled and tattooed arms really did it for Ethan. But it was the face and those eyes that dazzled a sparkling light brown in a very captivating way. Angelo stared back at the young attractive guy pondering if he was actually old enough to be there but he knew Brad would have done his job properly. It took a moment for Ethan to realise that he was staring back him and he blushed slightly, Angelo cupped his face and brushed his lips against Ethan's before kissing him deeply. Amazingly they still had not spoken a word, Angelo guided him out of the showers and retrieved their towels, Ethan wrapped his around his waist and sat down on a nearby bench to relax. Ethan opened his eyes realising he must have dozed off and looked around but the young man was no where to be seen. A few older men were walking up and down obviously assessing the situation and rubbing their cocks under their towels as they passed by Ethan smiling. He felt uneasy at the attention he was drawing and made a beeline to the stairs to get out of their way, the last thing he needed now was sex since his ass was sore beyond belief. Ethan walked through the lounge area to the bar where Brad stood smiling. "Hello pretty boy, did you have fun?" he asked with a wide smile. Ethan looked with some annoyance at Brad and somewhat sharply asked "What's so funny?" Brad patted Ethan's hand "Nothing just asking if you had fun down there." Ethan turned to look around to see if the young man was there "Not sure I should have come here" Brad almost felt sorry for him. "Need your key?" "Yes please" Ethan answered. Brad handed him his key "Take your time baby." Ethan found Brad to be a little overbearing but kind of nice "Thank you" he replied as he turned to leave. Ethan entered the locker room and saw one other guy busy in his locker, he opened his own and pulled out his underwear and pushed the door slightly closed just as the other man moved in to his field of vision revealing his back. Ethan gulped at the tattoo painted dead square in the middle, it was an Angel with it's head bowed looking down, the hands were held open in the offering position, his eyes opened wider as each hand was offering a biohazard symbol. He was not so stupid and knew what the biohazard represented, he was so fixed on the tattoo he never thought to look at who it actually was. The man turned around and he opened his mouth coming face to face with the young Latin guy who just took his virginity, Angelo looked at him and smiled. Fear froze Ethan to the spot when he realised what had just happened, a poz guy had just cum in his ass twice and it was still inside him. Ethan darted in to the toilet cubicle locking the door behind him, he banged his head against the tiled wall quietly repeating the word fuck several times. Removing the towel he sat down on the toilet and did his best to expel the cum, every time he tried his arse burned in pain but nothing was coming out, he grabbed some toilet tissue and gently wiped his ass. On inspecting he saw only patches of red, he stayed sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands for several more minutes. He was beside himself with anger at how someone could do such a thing, but maybe he was to blame for not insisting on safe sex and just allowed him to fuck without any protest. Angelo shook his head as he finished dressing, he went to bar and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note. The toilet door was still locked so Angelo slipped the note in the locker, he wasn't totally sure why he did it as it was a long shot but something in his heart told him to break with his own rules.

The NYC Black Party I will be with Mr. X for the Black Party weekend. It is a huge dance party with some dark areas you can go to Youtube to see some of what goes on and the music with some of the performance, but it's the dark areas where all the fun is. Mr. X calls me the week before to go over to the Leatherman on Christopher St. and get fitted for some leather he wants to have. Omar tells me this is going to either a lot of fun or harrowing experience with Mr.X. I have no idea whats Mr.X wants me to get, but the clerk behind the desk does know what I'm to get. He leads me by the hand down these winding stairs to the basement. I have never seen so many things and don't know what they are for, but in time I think I will. He fits me for a harness to go over my chest and under my arms, then some leather pants with a zipper in the back that has to be made smaller because of my small body and the same go with some chaps that feel great. While I'm being fitted, the tailor has his hands all over my body, and he sees my dick is rock hard and is smiling then says you are going to the Black Party as someone boy, I say YES. Friday I go over to Mr.X hotel, and I'm not even in the door he is taking my clothes off and expecting my body. Boy, you look so young in your pictures but legal, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you and might fun also. Mr.X is 6ft 185 with a nice muscular build in his leather. He puts a chain around my neck and locks it up. Your name is now boy, and you are my property as the contract you signed so get face down and let me inspect your hole. Boy, you have a nice hole, and it still looks like a virgins hole. I feel his finger prodding me with no lube, and I know I need it Boy, I think you are one of thous lube whores let me get you started. Boy, you are going to like this. I'm sitting on the side of the bed as Mr.X has a syringe in his mouth a rope in one hand and a sealed alcohol pad in the other. He ties off my arm real tight wipes a spot. I feel the prick of the needle. Boy, watch this as I'm going to educate you on a slam. He pulls back a little and stops as blood enters the syringe an says. Look into my eyes, and as he does he pushes the plunger in and takes off the rope off, as I am coughing he flips me over on my stomach spreads my ass cheeks with his lubed up fingers work there way in my hole. He pulls out and inserts a butt plug in and says relax boy. Mr.X so this is the first time see him naked, and I'm in big trouble now. He has a baseball bat between his legs as a dick with a large P.A. Boy, I'm not going to shove it in, but it's going to be very slow as I want you to enjoy this weekend. So put the harness on so I have something to grab onto, so you don't try to run away on me. The slam was a good one, and the lube is warming up the inside of my hole as I put the harness on and get onto the bed on my stomach. Mr.X spreads my legs as I feel his weight pressing down on my body as he is teasing my hole with his P.A. Mr.X is pushing slow and I feel the pressure but no pain. The girth of his dick is spreading me open as he goes in deeper. Boy, my dick is now in you, but we have a lot more to go you just let me know if its too much for you. Mr.X is patient with me as he goes deeper but, I love the feeling, so I want to show him how much I love the size of his dick, so I back up on his dick, and he smacks my ass cheek. Boy, you want more so here it goes as I'm now balls deep well past your second ring. He starts to slow fuck as I feel him pour more lube as its running down the crack of my ass. Mr.X allmost pulls out of my hole and then drives back in, he turns me over onto my back with my legs up in the air as I can see his face and how happy he is and how much I'm enjoying getting fuck. Boy' you ready for my load as I have been waiting a month to breed your hole. He is balls deep as I feel his dick pulsing out a massive load into me and lays on top of me with his dick impaled in my hole. When he pulls out, I turn around and clean his dick as he puts a plug in my hole so I will be ready for round two. Friday night we went three more rounds before I crashed. Saturday at the Black Party.

I'm to see Omar about what my profile will say and the services I will offer at this time. The pictures Paul took are fantastic and make me look so inviting for you to want. Omar says to think of what you like to do the drugs you are willing to take and services you want to do. Sex Status: Negative on PrEP Take POZ: Yes Looking to become POZ: Maybe Do a Conversion Party: Maybe Take Loads: Yes Anal: Yes Mouth: Yes Give Loads Anal: Yes Mouth: Yes ATM: Yes Fisting: Not yet but want to Gang Bangs: Yes Drugs Poppers: Yes Meth/Tina Smoke: No Booty Bump: Yes Slam: Yes Coke: Yes GHB: Yes Molly: Yes BDSM: Yes when I know more about it. Medical Play: I have questions about this. Time Minimum is session 3 hours. Over Night: Yes Multiple Days: Yes Omar like I'm willing to be a Top and bottom but with my body and that I look like jail bate, but I'm of legal age. A lot of the session I do are as a bottom for three hours in their home or hotel room, where I suck their dick, and they fuck me only a small group like to PNP, but thous who do is a lot more fun, and they seam fuck better. When I Top, they think the pictures are photoshopped because of the size of my thick 8-inch dick. Being a Top, you have only a few minutes to decide if they want and nice slow fuck, a rough fuck where you pound them as hard and as fast as you can. Sometimes they want it kinky where they are tied up, and you rape them. Everyone is different even if you see them a few times. Omar asks for a review of that client to make sure they do not take advantage of the other boys who work here or me. The ones you see for overnight or a few days are the most fun but its the 3-hour session that is the bread and butter. Let me hear from you where you want this to go as I have some ideas from my real life.

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."

As I lie here browsing Breeding Zone, it occurred to me that I probably don't have that long left. With that in mind, why don't I tell my story? It all began 6 years ago in earnest, but the situation I find myself in has probably been set in stone for the entirety of my life. 6 years ago, this was me: I was 23, I worked hard on my body, and made sure I looked good. I was training to be a nurse, had a boyfriend, house, car, the lot. Life was going well, and the sex with my boyfriend was fantastic. However, there was a part of me that he could never fulfill. It wasn't a part of me that I ever thought would be fulfilled. I used to fantasize about being pozzed. The thought of it drove me wild. Only ever a small thing at first, a thought that would drift into my head on occasion if I was jacking off, but later it became all I could think about. The thought of toxic death being pumped into my hole - heavenly. The fantasies grew, and I used to jack off thinking about getting knocked up and then pozzing my boyfriend. Obviously I could never tell him this, and as much as I loved him he had a real bias against guys with HIV. I knew that this was a secret I had to keep to myself, but as I fucked his ass at night I used to pretend I was putting him to death as I cummed. Things changed when I got into work one cold, January morning. I was on assignment in a dermatology ward. Mostly spotty teenagers and old women with psoriasis. I was bored, and I'd told my boss at the time that I wanted a new challenge. "Good news, we're moving you", she said. I could tell she was delighted - she hated me, and the feeling was mutual. "Where am I going?" A smirk crossed her face - "There's a hospice downtown that needs a new nurse". Bitch. Hospice duty was notorious for being an awful assignment. Death all around, people at the lowest ebb of their lives. You were told as a junior nurse to try and avoid it at all costs. How ironic that that's where I now find myself... Anyway, off I went to the hospice. It was in a fairly run down part of town. I sent my boyfriend a picture that morning: And he sent one back: Fuck he was hot - I made a mental note to not even say hello when I got home that night - I'd push him into the wall and fuck his tight hole until I exploded. I messaged back, 'Make sure you're lubed by 6pm x' and put my phone away. I could smell death as I headed into the hospice, and my inappropriate horniness soon died away. It upset me, the poor souls in here at the end of their lives, but I tried to put on a brave face. My new boss was a mousy little woman, and you could tell that the stress of working in this place for years had got to her. She perked up a little bit when she saw me though. I could see her, looking at me in my tight uniform. 'You're barking up the wrong tree dear' I thought. We did the rounds, checking in on each patient. It was mostly older patients, and mostly women. I did my introductions and we checked vitals. "Now," the boss said. "This next patient - I want to warn you, this is a sad case. He is in the advanced stages of AIDS". I felt my cock jump, I couldn't help it. "This particular strain is a nasty one. No medications have worked for this patient. He was diagnosed as HIV+ 10 years ago. His condition has deteriorated at a phenomenal rate". Why oh why did I have such tight pants on? My cock was rock hard and I was praying she wouldn't notice. I moved the clipboard in front of my crotch. "He has no family or friends it seems," she whispered. "He looks awful, I'll warn you. You must take extreme caution around this patient. Gloves to be worn at all times please. He has a number of other STIs, but we can't treat them as we don't think his body could cope with the medication at this stage. He's very near the end". We walked in to see the patient. He looked awful. Skeleton thin, lesions all over him. He coughed, a long, raspy rattle that made it sound like his lungs were trying to escape through his throat. He looked over at me and his eyes lit up. He smiled a toothless grin. He was 50 but didn't look a day under 90. "Hello," he whispered. "Good Morning Mr. Pearce," the boss said as she pulled on some gloves. She nodded towards to glove box and I started to put on a pair. "Please..." he rasped. "Call me David". We did his vitals, which weren't great, and as I made notes I could see him staring at me. Mentally undressing me. My cock was aching, trying its best to force its way out of the fabric of my pants. What was I thinking? This man had a fast-acting strain of HIV. He was dying of AIDS. But my cock didn't care. It wanted him. I decided to be daring, and I moved the clipboard. I could tell he noticed my straining cock straight away. He licked his lips greedily. I put the clipboard back. "Who is your friend?" he said to the boss. "This is Nurse Bateman, he just started with us today". She had a way of talking down to patients that was starting to annoy me. "Good Morning David, nice to meet you". He flashed me a wicked smile. "The pleasure is all mine". We finished his checks and the boss gave him a little something to help him sleep. Before I knew it it was lunchtime. I hurried to the toilet and locked the cubicle door. My pants were down in seconds and I was milking my cock, thinking of David, imagining riding his toxic cock. I cummed hard, just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was the boyfriend. "How's the job going?" Just then, a wicked plan began to form in my mind.

As a teenager I would cruise public bathrooms to find random strangers to suck and swallow his hot thick load of cum. The only thing better than sucking cock was that mouthful of cum to swallow. I was still in middle school and was already a cumhungry faggot. On slow days. I would sit back and jerk my cock to all the dirty storys on the bathroom walls. So many times Iyou see loads of cum on the floors. I would lay my hand on that cum. And use the cum as lube for my cock and jerkoff. I would lick my fingers just to get a taste of the load. I would think to myself. What would my friends or family think of me if they only knew what I was doing. I mean what kind of nasty pig would do such a thing. You know nothing about that cum on the floors. Who's cum was it? How long has it been on the floor? 5 minutes or all day. I didn't care. I was there to jerkoff and swallow cum. With my cock lubed up with a random load on the bathroom floor. I wanted cum in my mouth. I would get down on the floor, and start to sip and lick all the loads of cum on the bathroom floor. Just before I blew my load I would swallow the cum in my mouth. After I shot my load. I wanted nothing to do with cock or cum. I would rethink about what I just did. What a nasty boy I was. What would people think of me if they found out. But every time after that I found myself back down on my knees licking up someone's cum. When I was in high school I had a girlfriend. However I still wanted to swallow cum. When I turned 18 I could get into the porn store. When my girlfriend was working. I would head to the back video booths in the local porn shops. I would spend hours sucking all the cocks in the place. Just before closing time the place was slow. I would walk around and see loads of cum on the floor. Cum was everywhere. I still needed to jerkoff before my girlfriend got done work. I would find all the cum that guy's left behind and fill my mouth full of all that cum spit some on my cock and start jerking my cock off. Swallowing all that cum. Sometimes when I got home. My girlfriend would give me some head. She would ask me if I jerkoff already. I would ask why. She would say that my cock tasted like cum. I would tell herthat I jerkoff earlier. I can't tell her that my cock was covered in loads of cum I found on the floors and lubed my cock with it.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

This is a re-write of an earlier story a few months back as I felt I didn't do it justice. Hope you like this one. Part 1 - Legal & Ready That Saturday afternoon he sat naked with just the towel covering his modesty, the silence in the steam room was frequently interrupted by the vent of lightly scented steam being released, a few seconds later it shrouded his young body in a mythical mist as droplets of sweat ran from his neck and across his chest. Ethan placed the palm of his hands on his smooth chest and rubbed it in, he guessed that was what you was suppose to do after all it was his first time in a bathhouse. Deep within the mist shuffling could be heard which signalled that he was not alone, but the dense mist made it impossible to make anything out, he rested his head back and closed his eyes savouring the light floral scent in the steam, his thoughts on what to do if someone made a move on him. He had never had a sexual encounter with a man before and he desperately needed something to happen, but for now he relaxed and enjoyed the heat in the steam room. Ethan would be celebrating his 18th birthday on Saturday and as a present to himself decided that he would finally venture out of his conservative family surroundings and in to the gay world. He lived with his parents in Sterling Ridge part of Harrison in Westchester County. His father Jack was a successful business lawyer and his mother Ellie, well if they had a series called Housewives of Westchester then she would be the starring role. His sister was the apple in the eye and could do nothing wrong. Ethan though was ruled over like an iron fist, throughout his child hood his movements and actions were carefully planned maximising his education, his father had already decided that Ethan would be taking the legal route. To be fair he was actually pretty good at it, smart and passing all his exams with flying colours. Albeit he was a frustrated closeted teenager, he was only allowed to attend specific parties with other families who lived in Sterling Ridge, but as he hit 16 he had a little more freedom but still kept by the rules, he was able meet up with his small circle of college friends. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Ethan was a catch and his mother was lining up local girls that he should become acquainted with, mostly to elevate the families social standing in the community. Ethan stood an average five feet eight inches, perfectly built with a natural muscle tone for his age, his blond hair and blue eyes gave an almost Hollywood appeal. The best part was that he looked much younger for his age and packed a nifty seven and half inches in his underwear. It had been a long week at college and finally Friday was here, he sat in the sunshine with his two closest friends Ben and Javier who were all planning their weekend activities and keen to find out what Ethan was doing to celebrate his birthday. He told them they would celebrate the following week as he had plans with his family already. Three older guys walked past and said hello, one of the guys Adam was in many of Ethan's classes and he only knew him to say hello to and nothing else. Ethan made eye contact with Adam who smiled and walked off quickly chatting to the two other lads. Adam turned to his friends commenting "I do wonder about Ethan and if he is sitting on the fence." Tony glanced back at Ethan and then to Adam "Dude I could so trash his ass" the three laughed. "Not until I have had him" Adam lightly punched Tony as they continued on their way. Tony ruffled Adam's hair remarking "I don't think he is even legal yet." The three laughed out loud and Adam glanced back at Ethan which didn't go unnoticed by him and his friends. Ben shook his head "What was that all about?" "My brother has told me some stories about those three" Javier replied. Ethan looked at Javier "What do you mean?" looking curiously at him. Javier laughed "Better watch your back Ethan don't bend over in the shower or you might get a surprise." Ben laughed loudly "Seriously, I heard the same thing" he said looking at Javier who nodded. "How come I never find out these things? Anyway Adam is on the baseball team he is to straight to be gay," Ethan replied. Javier laughed "It's not baseball balls he likes to play with." Ethan sat there and wondered if they knew, no how could they, was he giving off some invisible gaydar signal. He brushed it off thinking that there was no way Adam would know, but then he wouldn't mind if he did as Adam was one of his fantasy encounters. Classes over for the week Ethan said his farewells to Ben and Javier and walked the 20 minutes home, he wanted to get his assignments done as they were due Monday morning so he headed to the study to make a start. He was halfway through when his mother walked in. "Ethan have you decided what you want to do this weekend?" she sat opposite him. He looked up "If you don't mind I would like to go out with my college friends." putting his pencil down. She looked at him and smiled "Well if your sure, we are going to beach house at the Hamptons if you want to join us." Ethan smiled, he did love it there but he replied "I'd love to, Mom, but I have too many assignments I need to get finished." She stood up "Of course, dinner will be ready in an hour" she replied standing up and turning to leave the study. Ethan went to his room early and got his laptop out, he had already done some research on the web and found a bathhouse that was easy to reach from Harrison and just on the outskirts of the Bronx, best part was that it was reachable by train. Ethan would watch a lot of gay sex clips on pornhub, usually whilst enjoying a little masturbation at the same time, he would pay particular attention to the act of penetration and how they seemed to enjoy it. Ethan was lulled in to a false sense of understanding that taking a cock would glide seamlessly in, something he would later find out to be untrue in many ways. He was looking at the bathhouse website, the place looked pretty clean and welcoming and he now knew the route to the building from the train station off by heart and that it would only take 10 minutes to walk. His anticipation and excitement was growing, he would be far enough away from Harrison but still close enough for regular visits if it goes well. He hit the back button on his browser and scrolled down the search engine results and found a page that had reviews for the bathhouse so he clicked on the link to see what people said about the place. The first few reviews were pretty standard 'Great place to chill out, clean and friendly' and 'Busy place and notorious breeding ground', he thought for a moment before realising it must mean plenty of sex going on. He continued reading some other reviews until he hit a rather peculiar one 'Nailed by the Angel of Death, holy fuck was it good, tried for a second round but refused access to the cock', he read it again thinking it was a rather strange review but then read the next one 'Great mix of hot guys but way to many tops vying for bottoms to breed'. He sat there looking at the screen, hindsight would have been a great thing at the time but when sensibility, adrenaline and lust clash, sensibility had no chance of winning and so it was with Ethan as his cock was pointing up ready to hoist a flag on. Above all his naivety he had learnt a bit about men and the dangers of the gay community, more specifically around biohazard and scorpion tattoos and what they signified. Angelo closed the lid of his laptop and headed out of Manhattan back to Larchmont after the business meeting. At 25 he was a successful software designer who put himself through education and developed one of the most sought after business to business software products, so much so that he only licensed it to companies he liked in order to keep it relatively exclusive so the could leverage a premium on licensing. Companies paid top dollar for it making Angelo a little money so he had moved himself out of the Bronx to the exclusive Larchmont coastal suburb. An extremely attractive guy who stood six foot and of Puerto Rican descent, on the outside he was professional, pleasant and simply looked like sex on legs. Underneath he was powerfully built with amazing biceps and six pack you could grate carrots on, he worked out in his home gym every day. Both arms adorned with tattoo sleeves and across his back a fallen Angelo holding two biohazard signs. Angelo had been poz since he was 17, at first he bottomed for many Latino men in the Bronx but by 19 he was topping and breeding unsuspecting guys, he found he liked nothing more than sharing his gift. He kept a close eye on his viral load which was bordering just under 700k, for some strange reason his CD4 count had only lowered by 100 keeping him pretty healthy. His eight inch cock was quite thick and of ample proportion, his balls hung low enough to get a good slapping sound going when fucking hard and deep, plus they were built to deliver copious amounts of toxic seed, some guys referred to him as the 'Tap' due to the amount that would fire repeatedly from his cock. For him his life was almost complete but the one thing that alluded him was a lover, men just wanted him for his reputation and could not see past the outside to the real Angelo. As he walked in the front door his mobile phone rang, the company he just met with wanted to sign the contracts tomorrow and asked if he could make it in to town for 10am, of course he was going to as this would be his biggest customer yet and would make sure he was set up for life. He placed his mobile down on the dining room table and smiled thinking that as a celebration he would head to the Bronx bathhouse in the afternoon on the way back to see if there was any new ass to breed. Saturday morning was awash with bright sunshine and the early June temperatures were set to rise to 25c, Ethan seriously considered changing his mind and going to their house in the Hamptons for some beach time. As he wandered downstairs the rest of the family were all set to leave but they were waiting for Ethan so that they could give him his birthday cards and presents. He stood outside the house waving the family off as they drove along the tree lined driveway on to the main road, Ethan turned and walked back inside closing the door behind him. He smiled to himself thinking that not only am I 18 today but I am also officially gay. He quickly finished the last of his assignments and headed out for the short 20 minute walk to Harrison station, it was a hot walk so he was glad to be in the air-conditioned carriage of the train as it rattled out of Harrison towards NYC and the Bronx. The short 25 minute journey gave Ethan time to think over how he play this afternoon out, he had read one of the reviews which advised if you don't want sex then keep your towel over your cock. He also remembered to look out for biohazard and scorpion symbols which were to be avoided at all cost, believing he was well prepared for his adventure he sat back and enjoyed the train ride. Before long the sprawling Bronx suburb was passing the windows as the train began to slow down coming to the station. Angelo shook hands with the CIO of the company as the memorandum of understanding was signed, he had done his due diligence by making sure that the company supported the community in specific areas so was happy with his decision. Angelo was a very complex character, on his business side he would only work with companies who gave back to the community and they had diversity policy especially with LGBT and racial equality. As he parted the CIO informed Angelo that he would get all the legal documents in place in a few weeks to be officially signed with legal representatives from both sides. Angelo walked towards the metro his mind on sex, his sexual side may be notorious, but his personal level was never shown to anyone outside of his own family or close friends. Angelo slipped beneath the streets of Manhattan to the subway and boarded the train towards the Bronx, he sat down smiling to himself about the deal, he chuckled every time he thought about the money involved but also shook his head in disbelief, one thing for certain he was going to buy his family a new house and move them to Larchmont as he had promised many times to his mother and father. Ethan turned the corner of the block and stood outside the front door of the bathhouse, he got a little jittery and watched for several minutes as a hot guy walked past and went inside consumed by the dark window less door. He told himself now or never Ethan, gingerly he took a few steps forward and reached his arm out to open the door. The warm air hit his face as he stepped inside only to be faced by a second door with a camera over the top and a button to the left. He tried the door but it was shut solid, he pushed the button and heard the lock on the door click. It was a heavy door that required some effort to push it open, as he stepped inside he found himself to be in a small reception room with a clerk standing behind the counter his name badge showing him as Brad, he was in his late 20's, tattooed and buffed with a blond pony tail and dazzling green eyes. "What can I do for you bud?" Brad asked looking Ethan up and down. Ethan had no idea what to say "Urrmm, bathhouse." Brad laughed "I need to see two forms of ID buddy to make sure your old enough." Ethan fumbled around and handed over his student and drivers cards "Here, actually I turn 18 today." Brad took the ID and was silent for a moment "Are you sure you want to be here?" Ethan looked stunned "Oh, what do you mean?" he asked. "Do you think you can handle yourself with all the men down there?" Brad asked looking Ethan in the eye. Ethan nervously laughed "I don't know, but I can keep my towel around my waist." Brad laughed again "Okay, I hope you know what your doing, here you need to sign this disclaimer." Ethan looked down "What does it mean?" "It just waivers our responsibility for anything you may get down there" Brad replied handing the pen to Ethan who sighed "Lawyers," as he signed the release, returning it and the pen back to Brad, asking "Do I pay now?" Brad smiled "$20 bud, then I let you in." "Here you go," Ethan handed over the bill and the door to his left clicked open. "Come through" Brad told Ethan. Ethan pushed open another heavy door and found himself inside a bar lounge area that was warm and pretty cosy. In the corner drinking sat a group of five men who gave Ethan furtive glances and watched as Brad handed Ethan two towels and a locker key and escorted him to the changing room. Brad pointed out the steam, sauna and private rooms on the lower floor along with the showers. Brad patted Ethan on the ass and told him to enjoy himself before turning to resume his duty at the bar and reception. Ethan looked around at the empty locker room and very shyly got undressed and placed his possessions in the locker along with the spare towel, carefully he secured the other towel around his waist and walked back in to the lounge area and handed Brad his locker key. "You all set bud?" Brad asked checking out Ethan. Ethan noticing this blushed "Yes" he looked Brad in the eye who gave him a smile and a wink. Brad watched Ethan make his way to the steps leading to the lower floor, his gaze utterly fixed on Ethan's ass through the towel, only to be interrupted by the door buzzer going off. Brad turned and headed back to attend to the new visitor. Brad grinned at seeing Angelo standing there "Angelo nice to see you, how are you?" Brad enquired smiling at him. "Good man, just closed some business and thought I would stop off on the way home" Angelo replied. "Just had a cute 18 year old arrive Angelo, first time and I think a virgin" Brad winked at Angelo. Angelo smirked and handed over his $20 bill and Brad let him through, he still had the biggest crush on Angelo and usually fumbled around whenever he was in the bathhouse. Brad leaned over the counter top and his thoughts floating away at the thought of being fucked by Angelo in a sweaty long passionate love making scene with him. He snapped back to reality, like most he knew Angelo was a one time fuck only, he never really could understand why he was like that. Brad smiled to himself thinking he was probably to scared of commitment or getting hurt. Angelo returned and handed Brad his locker key as he began to fumble around seeing this nearly naked fine specimen of a body stood in front of him. Angelo winked and smiled at Brad as he headed off towards to the steam room.

you are right respect is pumped into us sluts every time a man slides his cock into us and drops his load up our guts. We crve their cocks and loads and they respect us by giving it to us

I always that i was a pure top. However several months ago i got drunk and called a vers guy to get sucked. But he fucked me instead, lucky nothing disastrous happened because i did not empty my stomach. Anyway he fucked the cum out of me, as a result i came without touching my dick. It was fucking painful, but not that bad. After that i tried bottom many times, i cum handsfree 3-4 times in ten . So i thought i was a fucking born slut But the problem i can't feel the pleasure or any some sort. Topping was much better and easier. Anyway any advice?

My chub ass was made for getting bred.

CONGRATS to you guys! Ive found that younger guys typically look for older tops. I certainly know here in Orlando, they are not into older bearish bottom guys like myself. I can count the number of younger guys Ive played with on one hand, we actually 2 fingers! I guess it helps that you are in good shape, and well endowed. It doesn't stop me from trying though. The guys that I played with were REALLY into the incest thing, acting as though I was really their father. The BEST one moved from the area, but he was incredibly into role play. He insisted that we roleplay father/son, and that I walk into his bedroom and catch him watching porn. It only got better from there.

Been awhile since I posted on this thread...I've had some fun here and there over the past few weeks, but nothing I felt was worth posting. Yesterday I went down to Indy with the intent of having some fun (next weekend I'll be back down there, but with a female friend to do all the holiday shopping/shows and such). I attempted to line up some fun in advance, but of course nobody would commit to anything. I had signed up for a BBRTS party on the north side of town, and CumUnion was also happening that night...so I figured one of those would work out if nothing else. Grindr came through for me, though. Awhile back (maybe August?) I went down to Indy on a Sunday and within 30 minutes of sitting at a fast food place eating lunch, I lined up about 3 hookups in a row for the afternoon before I drove home (posted about it on this thread). Yesterday was almost a repeat of that. * First guy was a hot daddy type on the west side of town. I had talked to him before I got on the road, but didn't officially decide to go over to his place until I was almost down to Indy. He was recently out of a LTR and turning slutty. He was very verbal, kept saying how good my cock felt in his hole. Bred him and stayed inside for a bit until I went limp. Had a nice, intelligent debate afterwards about open relationships...good guy. * Went downtown and was sitting at a Starbucks and sure enough Grindr started exploding a bit. Had about 3 options to choose from, two of them had given me addresses that were within a 5 minute drive from where I was. Picked one, drove over, walked up to the apartment building door and was messaging him that I was there - radio silence. (and it was freaking cold out too) He finally messaged something like, "roommate came home unexpectedly". *eyeroll*...I've heard variations on this one quite a bit. Thanked him for wasting my time and asked the other guy if he was still free. He said yes, went over there, he sucked me for a few minutes, then turned around on his bed and I slid in and fucked a load into him. He was also on BBRT and we talked about the party that night - he wasn't able to go because a friend was coming into town. (looked up his profile later and saw that he was vers top...he had a great hole for being more top!) * met up with a buddy that I had met at CumUnion the previous month at his hotel - just caught up socially, had a snack at the hotel's happy hour, and then we drove up north to the BBRT party. My buddy wasn't feeling it, but I was. About 8 guys (out of the 25 that had signed up)...4-5 bearish types, a couple BBC, and a hot white otter type. Got my dick into 3 asses, sucked one of the BBC, ate out the otter's hole...but didn't cum or eat any loads. My dick wasn't cooperating very well, probably because of the action earlier in the day. Buddy and I left to go have dinner, and we heard awhile later that the party sort of fizzled out soon after we left.

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i get off hearing about men being dick with hiv . the symptoms of men hating there aids illnesses makes my tiny limp clitoris tiingle . i want to see you like that for myself n see men get off in you while u deteriorate . is your purpose and mine and all we can expect n deserve from our short life ,

I live in the outer burbs of Atlanta and I usually have to travel (ITP) inside the perimeter of Atlanta to find cock, but not this morning. Rainy and cold this morning as I drank my coffee getting horny for cock I got on Grindr and found a ok looking hung BBC within walking distance! He was literally through the neighboring woods. I just wore a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over. He was horny and hard when I got there. No words except to yell "Strip Slut". Had me strip and get up in a wingback chair with my ass pushed out. He handed me-a bottle of poppers and then rubbed a-little lube in and around my hole. Then his cock mounted my hole in one powerful stroke and drilled me hard for a-good 20 minutes. All behind the lit Christmas tree that was in his front window. He covered my mouth from all of my groaning , buy seemed to get off on it and dumped a load but held me firm slapping my hairy ass and continuing to plow my ass for two more loads then threw a wet wash cloth at me and told me to "Get the fuck out". I did not get home good before I had a message from him wanting me to come back later after he got off work.

Thanks guys! I will write the next bit on Monday....when my hubby is at work he doesn’t know my secret kink hehehe

Just a note here, it’s not 10 years until AIDS, it’s about 10 years until death without treatment. But that scale can be very variable. It’s estimated that HIV exploded in the US in the mid to late 70’s which is why you saw many cases of “strange illnesses” in the early 80’s. Many were already infected, but the early 80’s is when people started dying. For those people the timeline is roughly 5-7 years.

Anon athletic bottom (34yo/175/5-11/smooth) hosting tops to swing by my place, find me ass up, drop trou, put your dock on my mouth til it gets hard, and then fuckkn my ass and shooting your load in my hole. Reply with your estimated time to Pacific Beach, San Diego (near 1000 Garnet Ave), and I will send address. If you prefer one on one, let me know, or there’s a chance you’ll walk in on me gettin nailed, or that someone will walk in when you’re nailing me. Let’s do this!

I ask Omar if I can go to a party at school that is for thous who are under 21. He is laughing and says yes you can as he has heard about these parties. Jerry is twice my age and has fucked with his dick in me for 45minutes to an hour and is exhausted when he is finished and cums in my ass. I figure these guys are young and can fuck for hours. I get to the party with a clean hole ready for a night of hot young boys to pound my hole into oblivion. Well, they were young 18-21 great looking bodies with hard dicks, and that was about it. The rules are bull shit sucking a dick with a condom on getting fuck with a condom. Ok, it gets worse when they fuck its stick it in and cum in less than a minute as these boys have no idea how to control themselves. I left these so disgusted and will never go again. I go over to Paul home for the week to get an education. It will be about drugs and the effect and what kind of sex I might want to do as Omar will have that on my profile. Paul wants to take pictures of me. I pose with my legs spread on my knees wide showing my hole and a baseball cap on backward; I never know why people love that picture? Legs over my shoulders showing my hole and many others all with me having a hardon. Drugs I will be given different drugs and see how it affects me. We start with poppers and as I have done them before its put on the list of things I do. GHB Paul explains to me what this is and gives me a taste in different drinks. In 15 minutes I'm feeling the effects as he is filming and ask me questions, but I'm feeling so relaxed and sleepy. Later he tells me that whenever out to watch my drinks as someone might slip it into your glass. Its also used if you are going to do some heavy play where you want to be out of it. Ecstasy/Molly After the GHB I try this, and I'm up for 6 hours and its good for a long session as either a Top or bottom. Coke I like to do lines and the effect. Meth/Tina Smoking I'm ok with but not interested in doing. Booty Bump YES YES YES as my hole becomes so hungry for something in it and just more. Slamming After the coughing, its something I love doing and the rush. Paul shows me videos of different sex acts, BDSM, Medical play, Fisting but I'm not ready for, Watersports, Puppy play, and others. Paul says I'm to get somebody piercings that some customers will like. Paul takes me to a body piercer who is hot looking with his tribal tattoos. The piercer first does my right ear. Then a stud for my tongue and I'm told to wash my mouth out with Listerine three times a day for two weeks. Then the Guiche but it took him a long time to find the right spot as with his finger and pushed every area between my ass hole and scrotum till I almost jump off the table as that is the area that will give me the most pleasure. Prince Albert lets say inhale a deep breath and then exhale, and the first part is done. I'm to drink a lot of water as the first time I piss there will be some pain and blood. Well, I did piss some blood, but the pain was not as terrible as I thought it would be.

If I’m fortunate that someone likes me or we click I just sat I don’t exchange numbers but hope to see you around ie at sauna or crusing ground - never say never

For some reason, getting breed by a poz top has always made a explosion go off inside me. Well 6 months ago I was looking on Grindr and this hot guy kept at me to hook up. I finally gave in and we met in the woods that you can drive into with your truck and it's around the corner from my house. Well he ended up being 11 inches long and fat. He refused to wear a rubber even though I never told him he had to. It had been around 4 years since anyone had opened me up so I was extremely tight. All he used was the precum leaking from his anaconda to work just the head in. He had me laying on my back with my knees draped over his shoulder's, as soon as he covered my mouth he put all of his weight into my tight puckered hole and I must've passed out for close to a minute because when I came to he was all the way deep inside me. Can I tell you how fucking awesome it felt. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and in that time I came twice without having to touch myself. He was all the way in, up to his orange size nuts. I knew he close because his cock started getting rock hard and swelling up then he collapsed dead weight on top of me. It was jerking and I felt every drop shoot inside me like a fire hose. That made me cum once again but I was empty. Well 2 weeks later I get a message on Grindr and him telling me that I was his creation and to go out and spread the gospel.

The Golden Coin - Part III Ben lost track of time in Andros Manor. When he asked how long he had been there, no one would give him an answer. Ben had endured “cleaning” twice now, and the Gray May would only say how much he had enjoyed their “conversations” - though Ben could not recall what any of them had been about. He was certain, however, that at least a week had passed since he arrived. He had eaten at least that many meals, and Jamail had been escorting him to a room with workout equipment and instructing him to lift weights – Ben had apparently told the Gray Man he had been wanting to build up his body but had never had the opportunity. Ben did not remember saying this, but Jamail pushed him hard, and his body felt sore as a consequence. One day after lunch, John informed Ben that he was called for. The Gray Man met him at the foot of the broad main stairwell. "Benjamin,” he said. “Please go upstairs to the first room on the left. I will be there in a moment." As Ben climbed the carpeted stairs, he could hear no sound except the ticking of a clock somewhere, as though all sound in the house were muffled. At the top he found the room and entered. The room contained only four items, the most prominent of which looked something like an elaborate exercise machine; next to it, a small table, a stool, and nearby along the wall, a cupboard of some kind. Ben heard the door close, and saw that the Gray Man had entered. "Please go over to the frame," the Gray Man instructed him. “Look,” said Ben, “I figure I've been here almost a week. People are going to be wondering where I am. I could lose my job.” “You are still thinking like a man with limitations,” said the Gray Man. “Everything is in order. Your employer was quite satisfied – one might say ecstatic – with the compensation he received in lieu of your extended absence, and your job – whatever it might have been – will be waiting for you should you ever choose to return to it. You have no dependents, and your extended family understands that you are recuperating from a sudden illness at an exclusive health resort, with the best of care. Your bills are paid, your debts are in hand, your cat is with your sister. As I said, I guarantee that you will succeed on the course you have chosen. Now please, go over to the frame.” Ben numbly approached the metal framework and the Gray Man positioned him in front of it. The man attached a leather cuff with a metal ring to each of Ben's ankles, and his wrists, then attached the rings to points on the framework. He shifted a lever, which tilted the framework backward, raising Ben nearly horizontal to the other man's hip level. Moving to Ben's head, he placed a blindfold over Ben's eyes. Ben then felt him wrap something around his head, securing the blindfold in place and blocking the slightest ray of light. From that point, every sound seemed amplified, every touch magnified. Ben tried to determine by sound what the Grey Man was doing, but the room seemed to fall silent. As minutes passed into more minutes, Ben's anxiety began to build. An unexpected tug on the hem of Ben's pants was followed by the metallic snip of shears, and the rip of fibers as the sheaers cut through the leg of his pants all the way to his knee. A hand silently ran along the exposed flesh, then did the same with the opposite leg. Bit by bit, moving from leg to arm to the neck of Ben's shirt, the shears continued cutting and ripping his clothing – the hands testing, kneading, caressing each part of his body as it was revealed. Pulling the cloth away from Ben's chest, fingers lingered over his nipples, one at a time, thumbing and flicking them until they became tense and hard. The shears slowly cut downward, exposing Ben's belly, and with equal deliberation the scissors crept up the inside of his thighs. They snipped and pared with precision, until only Ben's fresh pair of tight briefs remained, then two slices along his hipbones left only loose fabric covering his most private areas. For interminable minutes the hands did nothing, touched nothing, until at last they snatched away the last vestige of modesty and Ben's cock felt the cool of the open air, and, as Ben imagined in his humiliation, the intensity of the Gray Man's gaze. Though Ben saw nothing from beginning to end of the ordeal, his mind's eye displayed crystal-clear images of what the hands did to him from then forward, though he could only guess at the tools. The hands gathered his balls and pushed them through a tight metal cockring, then pulled his cock through behind, and then strokked his penis to an unwilling firmness in the slightly tight ring. They pulled his scrotum taut so that his balls stood out like tight, shiny orbs. Some narrow implement next was traced down the lines of his body, now down his inner thighs, now across the contours of his belly, now up the length of his bobbing shaft - then, SNAP! Something whipped painfully across the end of his cock, directly across the frenulum. Ben gasped in pain and surprise. THWAP! He gasped again, this time for the dull impact across his straining testicles. Then, WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP, the feeling of my cockshaft being whipped without mercy, punctuated by strikes to his balls, his belly, his thighs, the insides of his arms, and his nipples, as rapid as an expert on a drum kit. Ben's breath came fast and shallow. The narrow implement was then applied to the bottoms of Ben's feet, repeatedly, and behind knees, but shortly returned to another round of cock-whipping. After a few moments, the whipping suddenly stopped, and Ben sensed movement to his other side, where the table stood. The clink of metal caught ear. A hand deftly raised his cock upright, and Ben felt the cool of some thick liquid applied to its head, then the cooler sensation of some smooth metal touching the tip. In the next second his breath caught - the smooth metal had entered the end of his cock and had begun worming its way inside. Before, when Jamail had used his fingers to milk him, he had not imagined being more intimately violated – now he realized how mild an intrusion that had been. This object, creeping deeply into his shaft, worked its way to the root of the most private sensation he could feel. It paused, impaling his rigid cock, and then by gravity invaded to his core. Ben couldn't hold back a moan… and he heard, from the other, a sound of satisfaction. A soft laugh? Perhaps. Not content with this debasement, the hands removed the metal rod and substituted it with a thicker one, stretching the inside of Ben's shaft. The hands seemed to take pleasure in raising the rod up again and again and then releasing it, allowing gravity to draw it downward, deeper, each time overcoming the resistance of Ben's body a bit more, until it defeating him completely. At last the hands left the rod impaled at its deepest penetration within Ben's cock, and turned back to the table. Ben heard now for the first time a sound he would later come to fear - a loud BZZZZZZZZZZ of some device, which without warning connected against the handle of the metal rod. An intense vibration passed along the rod and beat violently against Ben's prostate deep inside. He writhed in his restraints, crying out. After minutes of this treatment that left Ben's chest heaving, the hand withdrew the rod. After a moment a new object was placed over his glans, circling around the head of my cock and entering a short distance into the slit. Ben felt his finger at my anus, touching it with cool, thick liquid, quickly followed by the cold feel of metal, but thicker. With a push the hand forced the steel plug into him, settling the base snugly in his hole. Ben heard the click of buttons, and then his sphincter clenched involuntarily as a buzz of electricity shot through his pelvis, searching its way up the length of his cock to find its pole in the electrode placed on his cockhead. Pulse after pulse after pulse caused Ben's cock to spasm and bob involuntarily, in time with the clenching of his asshole. Ben began moaning, unaware of his own sounds. Soon he discovered that his tormentor could vary the pulse of the electricity, and its intensity, and with each new pattern of shocks Ben's body reacted on its own, in a new way. The hands applied pads of some sort to Ben's inner thighs, to his lower belly, to his sac, each time forging new paths for the current, each time intensifying it. Ben's mouth hung open in silent cries of shock and pain. Finally all the electrodes were removed except the original ones at Ben's cockhead and ass, and the power began gradually ramping upward… up… and up… and up… until the surges of current felt as though they were convulsing Ben's entire pelvis. At this point another sensation - WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP – the narrow switch began mercilessly whipping Ben's cockshaft again. Ben's mind rebelled - his eyes rolled in his head and he began to drift in a haze of pain, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. And then it all suddenly stopped. Ben sucked in breath audibly, his chest heaving. In a moment, he heard again the BZZZZZZZZ of the device that had touched the rod in his cockshaft. This time, the hand planted its buzzing head squarely on his asshole. "GAAHH!" Ben cried, from the intensity of the vibration, and again when it shifted it to his nutsac. The hands were testing, seeking those places where Ben's body would betray him, to reveal his sensitivity. In the next instant, they found their target. They placed the thing - Ben could only think of it now as some evil Thing - underneath his cockhead, directly on his frenulum, pressed downward slightly, and BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Oh, GOD!" Ben shouted - he had never experienced a stimulation that intense in his life. "Stop! Please stop! Ohhhhhgggggg….. I'm going to…. " The device stopped. Ben's body heaved in sweat and sexual frustration, drawing ragged breaths. Suddenly, the blindfold and wrapping were pulled away, and he found himself blinking at the intent face of the Gray Man, who was holding something in front of Ben's face. “Benjamin! Look carefully. Look very carefully at what I am holding. From this moment forward, this is the token of your future life. This is the call you must always answer. This is who you are. This is your body, and your soul. LOOK.” He held before Ben's eyes a golden coin. In the next second, the electricity surged again, igniting Ben's entire sexual being. WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP went the switch onto his cock and balls. BZZZZZZZZZZZ – the device assaulted his frenulum. “Now,” said the Gray Man, “open your eyes and look upon this coin...” Ben forced his frantic eyes to look at the shinging gold circle as every single aspect of his being shrunk to a single, inescapable conclusion. “Benjamin,” said the Gray Man, “CUM.” Ben's mind unspun. His back arched, his toes curled obscenely, he strained every restraint, and his cock pulsed against his will, shooting thick ropes of cum across my belly and chest in spite of the electrode blocking his slit. Each pulse of liquid cum increased the intensity of the electric charge coursing through his cock, causing it to contract with greater violence. This could not be called an orgasm – this had been ripped out of him. It could be described no other way. When Ben's cock stopped convulsing, the Gray Man turned off the power and removed the electrodes, put away his tools, and stood up. Of the golden coin there was no sign. He wiped off his hands with a hand towel and left it on the chair. Ben still lay in the frame, his semen liquefying and running down his body onto the floor. Ben could smell it pungently. The Gray Man went to the door and opened it. “You were superb,” he said, glancing back. “Good boy. I now have no doubt in the ultimate outcome of your training. I can scarcely wait to get underway.” He exited the room, and the door closed behind him. **As a little Easter Egg, for those of you kind enough to have read this far, I'll share a secret - a big chunk of this chapter is autobiographical. ?

[@Petereater - Sorry - I'm a novelist. I suck at short stories. This is likely to go on for a little while. (: ] The Golden Coin - Part II “What is your name?” asked a voice, deep and foundational. “Benjamin... Ben.” Darkness surrounded him, and when he tried to move, his body did not seem to obey him. “Why can't I see? Where am I?” “This is the Adjustment Layer,” said the voice. “This is the place you've chosen for us to have our conversations. You chose this place because it is warm, and you are safe here. It is a good place. We have been enjoying our talks, you and I.” The Gray Man. The voice was his. “Why can't I move?” “There is no need to move. You are completely relaxed. We are in the Adjustment Layer, and you are safe here, just where you chose to be. How old are you, Ben?” “I'm 34.” “Are you married, Ben?” “No.” “No. I remember. that is what you told me before.” When? Ben thought. When did he ask me before? Yet he had a strange sense that this conversation had already taken place... more than once, even. “The beauty of women is not to every man's taste,” the Gray Man said. “I believe you are a man with varied tastes, as befits a man who is meant to live an unfettered life. What do you think of my butler, John? How does he look to you?” Suddenly a light came on in front of him, a spotlight shining downward on John, who stood naked facing him. John's arms were raised, his hands clasped behind his head, creating a classic V physique. The arrow of muscle terminated in a large penis, hanging turgid, pointing eight inches toward the ground. The light went out. “What about Samuel?” Another spotlight to his left illuminated Samuel, also nude, posed sidelong to Ben's view, his belly taut and chiseled, his fully erect cock pointed skyward and throbbing up and down with each beat of Samuel's heart. The light went out. “What do you think of Jamail?” To Ben's right, a spotlight reflected off Jamail's rounded biceps and bunched chest muscles, as he gripped a nine-inch cock with both hands and pointed it it at Ben, and tilted his head back in passion. The light went out. “These are images from your own deepest desire, Ben. We are in the Adjustment Layer, where everything is what you desire. This is where you learn the truth about yourself, from the one who knows you best... you. “It has been remarkable to have these conversations with you – to witness such drive, such motivation to become something new, to see a man reach deep within himself to convert his innermost desires into fuel for permanent change. “I have hardly ever seen a man with such focus on a calling, but each time we speak of this, you summon up the same images – images of superior men who could value you. Such men will value you. You yourself have revealed your purpose, through the images embedded deep within your own subconscious – you are meant to serve superior men, and you will be excellent.” As the Gray Man spoke, his voice seemed to surround Ben, to pass over and through him. Was it actually the Gray Man speaking, or Ben's own mind explaining itself to him in a voice he found filled with authority? Those men – Samuel, John, Jamail – had he really been having thoughts of them naked? Really, deep down, and not realized it? Ben had never done anything with a guy before... he was just... awkward around other people. “Ben, this has been a very interesting conversation. I think we have made excellent progress today. We can return to the Adjustment Layer any time you wish. All I have to do is say the words, “Adjustment Layer,” and we'll be back here again, warm and safe, just as you have chosen. For now, though, it is time for you to wake up. When I say the word “arise”, you will count slowly to ten, and then you will find yourself fully awake and refreshed, and sexually aroused like a healthy male. Ben, arise.” Ben counted, “One, two, three, four... “ and everything around him seemed to gradually brighten. When he reached ten, his eyes opened to a fully lit room with a simple couch and a chair, adjacent to a large tiled bathroom. He found himself wearing only a towel around his waist. He was alone. He felt a familiar need, and his cock began to stir. The glass door to the bathroom then opened, and Samuel, also towel-clad, entered and beckoned to him. “Time to clean,” he said. Samuel's body looked exactly as Ben had seen it in his mind. Ben couldn't stop himself from wondering if Samuel's member also looked the same under his towel. The bathroom had a spacious showering area with multiple shower heads connected to extensions so that they could be lifted off to shower different parts of the body. Samuel started a shower and adjusted the temperature. As he did so, Jamail and John both entered, both in towels. “Is he ready for cleaning?” Jamail asked Samuel. “As ready as he'll ever be.” The three of them removed their towels and set them aside. Ben's eyes moved from one crotch to the next, confirming that the images he had seen had been real. John lifted the shower head of its hook, and Ben noticed that the head seemed unusual – very narrow, streamlined, and smooth. In one quick move, Samuel pulled of Ben's towel, and Jamail quickly brought him to a kneeling position, then forced his chest to the floor. “Wait, what - “ “We're helping you clean,” Jamail said. “Don't struggle. It's gonna take a while.” Ben felt a finger touch his anus with some slick substance, then slowly force its way in. “Mm,” said John. “Verrry tight. He'll definitely have to be loosened up... you know, before.” “Oh, fuck yeah,” said Jamail. “He'll get split in two otherwise.” A moment later, hard metal replaced the finger as the shower head made its way inside Ben's hole. He felt the warmth of the water begin to fill him inside, and he started to wriggle in Jamail's hold, but the black man clamped down. “Let it in, baby. Let it in. We're gonna fill you up and rinse you out til you're hollow.” Samuel gradually increased the water flow, and Ben felt his belly swell. The current ran across his prostate, stiffening his erection. After a few minutes, he gasped and began to breathe heavily, and Jamail pulled him up. John ran strong hands over Ben's taut and bulging gut. “Hold it in until I tell you,” he said. He went behind Ben and brought his hands around Ben's front and began massaging his abdomen. Ben could feel John's cock pressing against him from behind. Samuel reached down casually and ran a thumb up the underside of Ben's cock, teasing out a long thread of precum. He smirked. “Okay, go to that toilet and let all the water out,” John said. Ben hobbled quickly over and released his bowels, embarrassed, as the others watched intently. After the first release, John came over and massaged his gut again to prompt him to release twice more. “Right,” he finally said. “Let's go again.” “What!” “Til you're hollow,” repeated Jamail. By the third time, Ben didn't think any part of his insides could get any wetter. By the fifth time, Ben began to feel violated. The other three men had started to use their fingers to spread his hole open to peer inside, and explore. After the seventh filling, the water from Ben's ass had all come out clear. “Is he hollow yet?” asked Samuel. “Almost,” said Jamail. Jamail bent Ben over and and Samuel took hold of Ben's cock by the root, behind his balls. Then Jamail inserted two of his long, strong fingers into Ben's waterlogged hole, sought out ben's swollen prostate, and pressed hard. “AH!” cried Ben. “Oh, no!” Ben felt a gush of cum rise up from the depths of him and flow like a stream out his rigid cock. He wasn't cumming – they had just milked him, like an animal. Jamail pressed even harder, and another pulse of white liquid gushed out. Ben felt a wave of shame begin to wash over him... but then he saw their eyes – shining with excitement, with triumph at what they'd been able to make him do. “Now he's hollow,” said Jamail. “Yeah," said Samuel, "but that's wasteful.” “True,” said Jamail, and Jamail reached over and held Ben's mouth open while Samuel, who had caught Ben's cum in the cup of his hand, emptied what he held onto Ben's astonished tongue. Jamail then held his mouth closed, and Samuel stroked Ben's throat until he swallowed. “Now everything's cleaned up,” Samuel said. He, Jamail and John tidied the shower area, gathered their towels, and left Ben on his knees on the tiles, water still dripping out his ass, and the taste of his own semen lingering on his tongue. Ben knew he would never forget that taste. It tasted of something he had done, he himself, with his own body, that had pleased those powerful men. He had excited them. They had been interested in his body, explored his body. What if he could always... He stopped, and shook his head. What was he thinking? What the hell just happened? He shivered suddenly, found his towel and wrapped it around him. How long had he been in this bizarre mansion, anyway? It was time to find the door... “Benjamin,” said a voice over an intercom, deep and foundational. “Adjustment Layer.”

The drive over to the gifting top took forever, my mind was racing. This is the beginning of a new chapter, starting a relationship with the best bottom I have ever had. Not just an bottom, a straight boy, with a girlfriend, who loves taking cock and following orders. Whether or not we are together forever, he will always be mine in some aspect. I pull up to the house in the email and check my phone, there are two messages. One from the gifting top: "Doors open strip once you get inside unless you want your clothes torn off" One message from my boy: "Are you going to POZ me Sir?" His message worried me, will he chicken out? will i become POZ and lose my boy at the same time? i got a horrible pit in my stomach. I text him back, "Yes, i'm going to make you pregnant with a POZ load." I sat outside the top's house waiting for the reply. My phone vibrated, "Yes Sir, if you want, you already own me." That text made me hard as a rock despite the life changing event to come, "do you want me to impregnate you?" i asked. "I want you do do what ever you want with me Sir." he replied. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, a huge smile on my face, I practically floated to the front door, and entered as i took my clothes off. The front room was dim, a light was on in what appeared to be the kitchen, and music was coming from a dark room. I made my way towards the dark room, "Bend over the bed slut" a voice says from the dark room, and i do as i'm told, so strange to be on this side of the relationship. As i bend over the bed the top walks up behind me, "wheres the toothbrush, and why are you here?" "Here, and because i want you to POZ me up" "Why?" he demanded. "There's a straight bottom i've been fucking that will become gay for me if he catches anything or can't have kids," i confess. "hmm... So you want to POZ this little "straight" boy?" "Yessir" "well... When i POZ you, MY seed will be growing in you, and then this boy will be mine too, I'll POZ you on one condition." "whats the condition?' i ask nervously. "I'll let you grow my seed inside you so you can POZ him on your own, but if he doesn't take for any reason, you release his boipussy to me and my POZ friends. AND if he does become POZ with your seed, you bring your boy over here and we have a celebration night." "interesting, I like the idea" "Well do we have a deal? Am i Pozzing your NEG ass tonight?" "Yes lets do it" The top slapped my ass hard, "good slut, you email me when you get the fuck flu" "Yes Sir" With that the top shoved the toothbrush into my ass, it hurt a bit, but i was so excited to change our lives that i didn't care. This better take. He yanked the toothbrush out of my stinging ass, and shoved it into my mouth, there was a metallic taste. I'm primed to take his POZ load. "what outcome are you hoping for slut? that you POZ him up or that he is resistant to our strains and we introduce him to my friends." "Honestly he says he's mine already and can do what i want, your friends can have him POZ or not." i replied. "good, i like that, thank you for sharing, especially if he's as good as you say." In one big thrust his cock went into my hole, it stung but it also felt pretty good, i was caught by surprise and yelped. "HA, take this POZ cock you top" he said as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole all the way, really loosening my hole up, but also really wrecking my sore hole. "Beg for my POZ load like a good bottom, and then take it home to your boy." "please POZ my ass, convert me" i said over and over. "tell me why slut" "POZ me so i can convert the straight boy! POZ me and lets make him a gay POZ bottom whore" "He's already a gay bottom, but here's the POZ load delivery for his ass!" He thrust in and i felt the first strong spurt of toxic cum enter my ass, he moaned, and was breathing heavy, still clenching and releasing cum into my hole. It was quick but i was hoping for that, i much prefer to fuck my boy than be fucked by anyone. "if you don't get sick within 2 weeks, you come back here and you're staying here a weekend, got it?" "i'll let you know" i replied, standing up and grabbing my clothes from the living room floor, my ass sore and full of POZ cum. I drove home, dreaming about my life to come. I woke up the next morning with my asshole burning, the guy messed up my hole for how quick he was. After my breakfast and coffee I went to the restroom and sure enough cum came out, it felt like a cup full, it just kept coming out. My phone buzzed, "Good Morning Sir" it read from my boy. "Good morning boy" i replied. "ready for tonight?" "Yes Sir, always." His text brought a huge smile to my face. "craving cock? craving a man?" "Yes actually Sir, I'm very horny, i get crazy thoughts when i'm horny." he sent. "Oh? like what Trevor, tell your boyfriend." "Well, craving your cock, piss, and cum like usual. Do you mind if I come by and grab a bottle of piss from you?" "Aw boy I want you to, but i just pissed, i'll bring one to your work though, on one condition." "Anything Sir" "Change for the gym outside your car today in the parking structure, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, but the jock strap stays, and wear the "ADDICTED" jock strap, everything comes off first before one article goes on." "Yes Sir, When will i get your piss?" "you'll get every bladder full today slut, just prove to me you followed orders." "Yes Sir" "Good Boy, also think of some more rules, i need more control over my slut, you're going to be gay in no time, hard for me and flaccid for her" "Yes Sir I'll email you a list tonight for approval before you come over, and honestly that excited me a bit" "Good, because you're mine" "Yes i am Sir."

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

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

Part 6 Although it was his intent to try to get some rest before the big night ahead, Rob was just too horned up to do so. He paced around his hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his next meal. He did manage, through the use of a cold shower, to get his raging cock to go down long enough to remove the cock ring which helped some. He understood how it made his cock standout in the gear but it was starting to hurt after a couple hours of wearing it and he wanted his cock and balls to swing free. He could literally feel the cum building inside. His hormones were raging so hard he couldn’t think straight. Whatever pussy boy bottom got the first load of the night, was going to have their ass flooded for sure. To kill a little time he worked to add the new pictures of himself to his Grindr, A4A and BBRT profiles. His phone was going crazy with messages as he made the updates. The new pics were certainly drawing additional attention just as he hoped. The whores were going to just have to wait. This was hands-down the best vacation he had ever had and the thought of him having sex constantly for the next week was driving him crazy. The clock seemed to be moving so slowly. Finally it was time to leave and meet Nick at the leather store. He put on his gear and checked himself out in the mirror. “You are one hot mother-fucker!” The reflection in the mirror smiled in agreement. Rob threw on a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized T-shirt and headed to the elevator. At first he thought he might be out of place in shorts and black boots as he walked through the crowds on Bourbon Street, but Nick was right, there was a little bit of everything and he just blended in with the crowd. He arrived at “Master’s Nick’s” a few minutes before 10. Nick smiled as Rob entered the store “Right on time: you must be ready to play!” “You know it!” replied Rob. “Let’s go then, my car is at the loading dock in back, we can cut thru the store.” Nick pointed to the new black BMW and said “Hop in!” “This is a nice car man; the store must do a lot of business for you to be able to afford a ride like this.” Nick smirked and replied, “I actually have a couple of businesses that do quite well; the leather store is just the tip of the iceberg.” As they drove through the streets, Nick explained that sometimes the group had special themes to keep things interesting at the parties but tonight was just a basic gangbang with several bottoms lined up for use. “You are free to play with whoever you want, but the dedicated bound bottoms will be at stations across the play area; they’ll be naked and will all have a pink woven band on their ankle so there is no confusion.” “Speaking of bands, as a guest they will give you a black and blue arm band to identify you,” explained Nick. “It help guys to notice you and welcome you to the party; it’s also a signal with the blue stripe that you are a Top and they shouldn’t try to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Wow, Nick it sounds like there’s a lot of organization and detail that goes into these parties,” replied Rob. “There is, but we have been doing these parties for a long time and we have found the details help insure everyone has a good time.” Nick then explained some of the etiquette about not hogging a bottom for a long time and how to rotate around the room. “Oh, I almost forgot one great perk as a guest; that arm band acts almost like an express pass at an amusement park and if there is a big group waiting to use a bottom it gets you to the front of the line to ride first.” Rob laughed “Well in that case I will make sure I wear that band prominently over my bicep all night!” The car pulled up to a security shack at the entrance to a fenced yard next to a large warehouse. Nick rolled down his window and waved to the guard. “ Good evening Billy, I think we are going to have a crowd tonight; when you get done with your shift feel free to come in for a little fun before you go home.” Billy nodded; hit the button to open the gate and waved Nick and Rob through. “I don’t know what I expected, but this warehouse is quite a big structure; how guys are going to be at this party?” “This is a working warehouse; we only use a small portion of it for parties and events.” “We actually utilize most of the space to store stock for the store and run our internet businesses. There are offices inside for some the internet group and even a small gym so they can work out because they spend so much time here.” Rob got a surprised look on his face and said, “That is a great perk; wish I had a gym that was so convenient back home.” Nick pulled his car into a reserved spot near a side door, turned off the engine and popped open the trunk. As they got out of the car, Nick walked to the back of the car and said “I’m going to leave some of my stuff in the car that way I don’t have to mess with picking it up later; you are welcome to do the same.” He then stripped off his shirt and jogging pants to reveal a leather vest and laced leather football shorts. Rob stared a little, he had figured Nick had a good build from when they met at the store, but it was obvious his normal clothes hid a lot. He then followed Nick’s lead and stripped down to the gear he had purchased earlier in the day and laid his the extra clothes in the trunk. “Ready? – Let’s go.” Once inside, they walked up to a counter area and as Nick had mentioned earlier in the day, the guest application was ready and waiting. Rob signed the waiver without reading it and was handed the black and blue arm band that Nick had earlier described. He stretched the band over his right bicep as the staff member at the counter clicked the door lock to let them enter the party area. Rob couldn’t believe his eyes; this place was like something in his wildest fantasies. There was already a crowd and the smell of sex was in the air. With the lighting and music playing Rob felt like he had stepped into a porn movie. The first thing he noticed was a boy in a box right inside the door. All you could see was his head sticking out of a hole in the top. The boy’s head was right at crotch level. Seeing the surprised look on Rob’s face, Nick explained, “Oh that’s the greeter for this evening, feel free to use its mouth to get yourself slicked up and ready; if you need a fluffer later between loads feel free to partake of its mouth again as well.” “Awesome!” Rob removed the cod piece and stuck his cock in the open mouth. Nick took the neoprene piece from Rob and said “Let me run this out to the car; it looks like you won’t be wearing it tonight.” Rod was enjoying the mouth on his cock when Nick returned. “Let me show around.” The tour started at the refreshment stand. “This is kind of a hub of activity around here,” stated Nick. “You can get a drink, any enhancement you may want, it’s an open bar that comes with admission.” “You can get condoms here too but they aren’t necessary to play; hardly anyone uses them at these parties.” “This is also where we gather the feedback on the bottoms’ performances.” Nick pointed to a couple of tablets at the end of the bar, “ After you have used a bottom please give us some feedback on their performance; things like whether they were tight enough for you, whether they coaxed a load out of you and how enthusiastic they were in serving you, whether you felt any teeth etc. etc.“ “We use the feedback for future parties to determine whether to use a bottom again and also to identify their strengths and weaknesses so we know what activity to assign them to.” Nick grabbed one of the tablets and hit the menu icon. “The tablets also have this useful feature to search where a particular bottom is located.” He pressed another button and some face and ass pictures came up. Nick showed Rob the screen and asked “See anything of interest?” Rob pointed to a young looking red-headed jock with a smooth bubble ass, “What about him?” Nick hit the pic and the screen indicated he was currently at fuck bench #2. “Good choice, he’s very popular; you can see from the feedback that the Tops love the way he moans and begs for cock." "Grab a drink and follow me.” Nick winked at the bartender as Rob ordered a Jack and Coke just so he knew to add just enough XTC and Viagra to keep Rob “enthused” and in a party mood. With drinks in hand, the pair wandered back further into the party. As they walked Nick pointed to the right, “Over there is the wet area if you need to take a piss. We try to keep any water sports activity back there.” “There are always a couple of bottoms stationed there to drink your piss or wherever else you might want to put it.” One thing Rob noticed is that there were a lot of large screens showing porn throughout the space. ”What’s up with all the porn playing," asked Rob; “seems like you’d just want it in one area if people wanted to take a break from the sex versus having them everywhere.” Nick chuckled, “I guess it technically is porn, but in reality we have closed-circuit cameras at all the play areas; what you are seeing is live action of what is happening in that area.” “It helps people locate activities they want to participate in as well as giving people a birds eye view of the action in case they can’t get close enough to fully appreciate it.” Nick pointed to left, “ See that screen there?, see the caption says fuck bench #2; that’s your ginger bottom being fucked by that big bear right now.” They made their way to fuck bench #2 and sure enough a large hairy bear of a guy was pounding the hell out of the ginger’s ass. His moans were somewhat muffled since his mouth was filled with big black cock of another party attendee. “Gentlemen, we have a visitor here, how about letting him use this bottom to dump his first load of the night?” announced Nick as they walked up to bound bottom. The cocks were removed from both ends and the crowd formed a circle around the fuck bench. “He’s all yours- if you need me for anything just ask around; anyone with a red bicep band is on staff they can find me.” “Have fun!” With that, Nick walked away into the crowd. Rob stepped up to the red head’s upturned and spread ass and aimed his cock at the winking pink hole. He still looked fairly tight despite the pounding he was taking when they had walked up. He stuck two fingers in the hole and the bottom moaned and cried out “Please fuck me!” The ass didn’t seem to be flooded with cum yet. Rob glanced down and saw a bottle labeled “T Lube”. He squirted some in his palm and coated his cock. He squirted a small amount more onto the hole in front of him and roughly worked it in with his fingers. With one stroke he buried his cock balls deep in the ginger’s pink hole. “Time to flood this hole,” shouted Rob. The bottom cried out in ecstasy. The surrounding audience cheered.

Part 4 The directions to “Master Nick’s” were pretty simple. Rob strolled down Bourbon Street until he saw the adult video arcade the bartender had mentioned and he took a left at the next cross street. Two more blocks and there it was there on the corner. There was quite a bit of foot traffic in this area and the store had a big display window, so it was a legit business for sure. He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow, he thought; “I have never seen so much gear in one place”. He didn’t know where to begin. He started aimlessly wandering around the store. However as soon as he realized that all eyes were staring at him he snapped back to his usual self. “Of course all these cocksuckers want me,” he mused “look at them following me around wanting my big cock”. When he stopped to examine some leather cuffs, an obvious pussy boy appeared a few feet away and put his hands into some heavy metal manacles hanging on display and licked his lips. On the other side of him was another guy running his hands up and down a huge dildo with the same sex crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly there was a voice behind him. “Can I help you find something Sir?” It startled him but as he turned to respond, a sneer immediately came to Rob’s face. The store clerk standing there was old enough to be his grandfather. He looked a lot like the effeminate leather queens from his hometown bar - weathered and wrinkled. It was obvious in Rob’s mind that the guy had years of experience as a cum dump. This guy had no pecs, the leather harness over his t-shirt hung loosely over his flat chest, and the leather chaps he wore over his jeans did nothing but make his ass look soft and flabby. The clerk continued, “My name is Jerry, I be happy to help you find the right fit. We have a couple dressing rooms back there for you to use try things on.” Rob glanced to the back of the store and saw the curtained booths that Jerry was referencing. There were already a couple of other store patrons back there loitering around. Rob’s immediate thought was, “Certainly those whores are just back there to try to get a quick peek of something they are never going to get.” Rob just shook his head in disgust and said he’d be fine on his own. That comment didn’t seem to faze Jerry at all and he kept closely following Rob through the store. He continuously asked Rob if he needed to try on something. In reality Rob did want to try some of this gear; that was the whole point shopping here. He wanted a fit that would accentuate his muscles and make all the bottoms weak in the knees. He just didn’t want give this slut the pleasure of serving him. “Hey Jerry, can you help those guys over there by the slings, they have a couple of questions?” boomed a deep voice behind Rob. Jerry nodded and went over to the slings as requested. “Sorry about that dude, Jerry gets a little carried away with his fantasies sometimes when he sees a guy like you.” Rob turned, and standing there was a tall built masculine guy about his height. Although he was probably five to ten years older than himself, Rob could tell the man spent some serious time at the gym. The man extended his hand and said “My name is Nick”. Rick firmly shook his hand. “I’m Rob. You’re Nick as in Master Nick? “ Nick chuckled and said “That’s me, I’m the owner. I’m sorry again if Jerry was bothering you, if you find something you like here I’ll give you a discount for the trouble.” “This place can be a little overwhelming; can I help you find something?”. Rob explained to Nick that his first priority was to find some items that showed off his body and that he had some bad experiences in the past ordering things on the internet. “Do you want leather, latex, rubber or what…?” “I’m not sure where to start, but I probably want a couple of jocks as well” Rob replied as he grabbed a hanger with a red jock on it. Nick started roaring with laughter “Oh, you don’t want that jock, look at the back!” Rob actually blushed as he looked at the back strap and saw the words “FUCK ME” written in big block letters. Nick took the jock from Rob’s hand, hung it back on the rack and stated “Dominate Tops like you and I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.” “Let me pull a few different things I think you’ll like and that will have all the bottom boys worshipping at your feet.” Within five minutes Nick had a handful of items and beckoned to Rob to follow him. ”Let’s get you into these and see what you think – follow me”. The two walked back towards the changing booths, but once they reached them, Nick continued a few more feet to a large door, reached for his key ring on his belt and unlocked the door. He motioned to Rob to follow. Rob obliged but as he reached the door he asked “What’s back here?” Nick explained that this area contained some of the larger bondage equipment and that it was used for customer demonstrations as well. “I thought you’d appreciate some privacy since you’ve had an audience from the moment you walked in.” “We also have some bigger mirrors back here so it will be easier for you to see how you look.“ When Rob saw the bondage table, fuck bench, wooden stocks as well as assorted cages and slings he asked “Why do you keep the door locked, I bet customers would love to see this stuff?”. “I personally was actually thinking of getting some things like this for the basement of the house I rent.” Nick smiled - “Well this equipment is for sale if you are interested, we discount it because it’s been used for demos, but to answer your question about the locked door – we had issues in the past with guys going to the changing booths on the pretense of trying on clothes and they then would sneak back here and play unsupervised.” “We had a couple guys that didn’t know what they were doing and they got hurt.” “It’s not intuitive for guys that aren’t Dom’s like us as to how to use this stuff.” “Anyway, the insurance company suggested that we keep the area locked when we weren’t using it for supervised demos, classes or events.” Nick handed Rob a pair of leather pants and a harness and then pointed to a door along the side wall. “Here try these on; you can use the bathroom over there.” “There is no mirror inside but you but you can step out here in the main room to see how you look – Don’t worry your friend Jerry can’t come in and molest you or anything, I relocked the back entrance.” As Rob took the gear and headed to change, Nick walked over to a laptop sitting on nearby desk and clicked on an icon. Soon the screen was filled with the image of Rob removing his clothes. Nick smiled knowing that Rob’s smooth chiseled chest, abs and ass would look good on film. Rob’s big cock and low hanging balls would certainly drive up his popularity. Rob emerged from the bathroom and smiled broadly as he saw himself in the mirror. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he exclaimed “This is what I was talking about; I look hot!” Nick nodded in agreement and walked over to Rob to adjust the harness. Ron cocked his head as he noticed the difference in how much better he looked from that simple adjustment. Nick said, “Looks good but let me show something: Take that harness off and put on this one”. Rob quickly obliged and stepped back to see the difference. “This is more of a half harness; see how the way the cut shows off your pecs more?” asked Nick. “Oh yeah, this is much better!” exclaimed Rob. “I’m sorry I am sweating all over the place, I must be turning myself on.” “Actually,” replied Nick; "it is a lot warmer back here than the front of the store, we don’t pump the AC up as much in this area unless there is something going on with a crowd”. With that Nick walked over to a nearby water fountain and took a drink.” Rob walked over to the fountain as well and took a deep drink. As he finished drinking, he grimaced and turned to Nick to say “Your water has a funny taste to it, almost medicinal.” “Yeah, I forgot you aren’t from here and don’t have much experience with the local tap water.” “The last hurricane that hit the area did some major damage to the utility infrastructure; they have to add a lot of chemicals to our drinking water.” “Believe it or not, that water fountain actually has some extra features to try to help enhance the water to make it better.” Nick then continued, “It’s important though to keep yourself hydrated; you wouldn’t believe how many tourists the city gets that drink alcohol all day and quickly end up drunk and collapse from the heat and dehydration.” “They either forget or just don’t realize how much alcohol dehydrates a person.” A lightbulb went off in Rob’s head; He was one of those people that had forgotten about the dehydrating effects of the heat, humidity and alcohol. He subsequently leaned down and took another long drink from the fountain. “One perk about the situation though, is it leaves a lot of weakened bottoms, ripe for the picking” chuckled Nick. “Yeah but I don’t ever bottom and that would never happen to me!” responded Rob with a snide tone in his voice. “I don’t either," said Nick; “but for Dom Tops like us, the dehydration can lead to performance problems and makes it harder to cum multiple times when we are looking to play all night.” Rob took another drink of water. Nick hadn’t lied to Rob per se. The fountain did have features to treat the water, but they weren’t anything like a filter for removal of chemicals. On the contrary, when someone pushed the button to get a drink, a small amount of a specially designed chemical mixture was released into the water flow. The purpose was not to reduce inhibitions, but to increase the level of horniness. The blend of pharmaceuticals and botanicals was meant to keep a cock rock hard, increase sexual desire as well increase cum volume. When events were held in the backroom of the store, the drink was affectionately referred to as “Fuck Water”. Based on the amount of water Rob had drunk so far, he would likely be uncontrollably horny for many hours to come. In fact, based on the bulge forming in his leather pants, the Fuck Water was already beginning to work as intended. An idea suddenly came to Rob. He should get a couple of pics of himself in this gear. He could then upload them and update his BBRT profile. That way later tonight, he’d have a whole lineup of hungry bottoms begging to take his cock. Therefore Rob asked “Hey Nick, do you mind if I take a couple of selfies, just to remind myself what I look like in this outfit as I try on others?” “Sure thing bud, I imagine your phone is in the bathroom with your clothes, let me grab it for you”. As Nick returned with Rob’s phone he said “If you want I can take a couple shots for you, that way you can get your whole body in the pic.” Rob nodded in agreement and started to pose. “OK, Rob, first thing though, you need to grab a pair of boots from over there and put them on. The whole scene kind loses its effect with you dressed in leather wearing those flip flops.” After Rob changed, Nick handed Rob his phone and said he needed to unlock it if he wanted some pics. As Rob punched in the passcode, Nick closely watched from behind and committed the code to memory. Nick took a couple of quick pics and then handed Rob a pair of metal handcuffs. “Here, hold these up and dangle them from your finger; now flex and grab that bulge of yours with your other hand”. “Now that is the money shot!” Nick handed the phone to Rob to show him the picture. Rob grinned ear to ear and said, “Hell yeah, those worthless pussy bottoms are going to fight amongst themselves to get fucked hard and rough by me!” Nick looked at Rob and said, “You know if I used a shot like that in some advertising, I’d make a lot of money.” “But now that you have seen yourself in a cruising look, let me show you another look that is a little more functional in a sex party situation.”

When I’m fucking a young guy I enjoy seeing him with a hard on while I’m pumping - great to see evidence of the pleasure I’m giving him. On the other hand with more mature guys it’s just as good to see them soft, it kinda signals that they’re servicing me and my needs come first.

Part 3 Rob had worked up a thirst after that last fuck; it was time to check out another bar. That was another great thing about the French Quarter; the bars were always open and you could actually walk down the street with a drink in your hand. He didn’t usually start drinking this early in the day but he was on vacation after all. Alcohol never really seemed to affect Rob’s ability to get rock hard and fuck as long as he didn’t get all shit-faced drunk. He was confident that he could pace himself and be able to keep drinking all day. On a day like today, Rob was happy to find an open bar stool underneath a ceiling fan and close to the open front of the building. This was a perfect view of the street and he also was on display basically for anyone that passed by. “Welcome, my name is Jesse, what can I get you to drink?” “Hey man, my name is Rob; give me a Jack and Coke”. Rob was pleasantly surprised, the bartender Jesse was a masculine looking guy with a nice ass and defined body. Rob detected a few tattoos and could see the nipple rings under his tight T-shirt so Jesse was a little rougher looking than the guys he typically fucked but he’d make an exception in this case. He did get the impression that Jesse was probably another one of those gays that try to pawn themselves off as versatile but in reality was a slutty bottom. He could tell by the way Jesse carried himself. In Rob’s mind, you were either a bottom destined to suck cock, get fucked and just be used or you were a Top like himself. Guys were just fooling themselves if they thought there was something in between. “Here you go Rob, where you visiting from?” asked Jesse as he slid Rob his drink on the bar. “Ohio, is it that obvious I am a visitor?” Jesse just smiled and said “Well I have worked here for a long time and pretty much recognize the locals. Right now there are six locals in here and including you, eight visitors.” “It is also obvious that you aren’t used to this heat and humidity based on the way your tank is clinging to your pecs and the way those shorts are sticking to your ass cheeks and crotch”. Rob was a little taken back by how direct Jesse was speaking. Two can play at that game he thought. “Well then can you also tell who is a Top and who is bottom? What is my position?” Jesse started laughing, “Easy, we bartenders have to be observant here in the Big Easy. It’s obvious from the way you have basically checked out ass since the minute you sat down, including mine, that you are all Top”. Rob just grinned and nodded, this guy was good. Jesse continued, “I’m sorry to disappoint you though, I’m also a Top. It’s why I like to work this shift, it gives me time to make connections and then play all night”. Rob raised his glass, “A toast to stalking your prey” and with that chugged down the rest of his drink. Almost immediately Jesse poured another drink and placed it in front of Rob. Jesse motioned over his right shoulder “This drink, as well as the first, is compliments of the two guys over there by the cash register, they ordered them for you the minute you walked into the place”. Rob looked up and nodded but made no further eye contact with the strangers. He leaned in and whispered to Jesse “I can do better than that, it’s going to take more than buying me drink or two for those old queen cocksuckers to get in my shorts”. Jesse was not surprised by the comment at all. He also was not surprised as Rob turned slightly toward the two men and slightly flexed his arms while casually running his hands across his chest and pinching his nipples until they hardened and strained against the damp material of his shirt. He then turned his back to the men and looked out to the street for something more worthy of his attention. It did feet good to sit out the sun, casually drink and be lusted after by all the bottoms in the bar. It was the way things should be. When Jesse came back to refill his drink, Rob commented “ There seems to be a lot of activity in this bar for this time in the afternoon and I seem to be in a good spot as they all walk by me wiggling their asses to check me out up close and try to get my attention”. “You do seem to be drawing them into the place“, replied Jesse with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “ Maybe you should be splitting your tips with me with all the business I am bringing you. Don’t worry man, there is plenty of bottom prey here to divide between us” chuckled Rob as he raised his hand to high-five the bartender. It was at the moment that Rob’s phone vibrated indicating he had a message. He actually had several notifications from his cruising apps. Some of them must have come through earlier when he was plowing that tourist in the hotel room. An evil grin spread across his face as he thought about the fun he had using his cock to tear open” what’s-his-name’s” hole. Rob quickly scanned the responses to his profile postings to see if there was anything of interest. There were several from BBRT but the latest post from A4A is what caught his attention. According to the Geo-location feature, the cocksucker was only a few feet away. The pic didn’t show his ass but the face wasn’t bad. He had nice thick “cock-sucker lips”. Rob glanced around the bar briefly and quickly spotted the guy, literally less than ten feet away. Although Rob could tell the picture posted on the profile was actually the guy in the bar, the picture was not recent. The guy sitting there certainly was several years older than the picture and also had gotten soft. Rob was about to delete and ignore the message when two letters in the interest section of the profile caught his eye -“WS”. Rob downed the rest of his latest drink like a shot, glared briefly at the guy and typed a simple response “THIRSTY”? “Hey Jesse, where is the bathroom in this place, I need to piss” inquired Rob. Jesse pointed him to the back and Rob promptly got up and headed to relieve himself. The bathroom was long, narrow, dimly lit and pretty filthy. It mainly consisted of a long trough for guys to piss in and a stained sink. “They need some sort of air circulation in here” thought Rob as he made his way to the end of the trough. The room reeked, even with the ice that was thrown in the piss trough to control the smell. None the less, Rob’s cock was hardening as he turned toward the door and started counting to himself. He got to seven, the door pushed open and the guy from A4A nervously walked in. Rob opened the front of his cargo shorts and freed his hard cock. The guy bent over to taste the object of his desire when Rob grabbed him by the hair and said “No cocksucker; on your knees and open your fucking mouth. Whatever you don’t swallow is going all over the front of you”. With that he grabbed the guy by both ears, slammed his cock deep into the wet hole of a mouth and started streaming his warm piss down the cocksucker’s throat. The guy struggled with the strong stream but managed to swallow most of it: only a small amount dribbled out the sides of his mouth. “You’re just a fucking urinal hole to hold my piss”, sneered Rob. He emptied his bladder and pulled his cock out of the piss receptacle kneeling in front of him. He then wiped the last drops of piss clinging to his cock off on the guy’s hair, tucked it into his pants, zipped up and went back to the bar. When he got to the bar and sat back down, he ordered another Jack and Coke as if nothing had happened. Jesse however, gave him a knowing look when Rob’s recent conquest exited the restroom and quickly headed out of the bar in an effort to not have to explain to anyone as to why the knees of his faded jeans were now so stained and wet. When Jesse returned with his drink, Rob asked” Where is a good place around here to buy leather and fetish gear”? Jesse raised his eyebrow “What are you looking for?” Rob explained that he only had a few pieces and those didn’t fit right. “I don’t have a lot of local options available back in Ohio, and the stuff I’ve ordered on-line hasn’t really worked out. I’m sure you know how the sight of a Top in leather or latex gear just brings out the whore in a bottom.” Jesse nodded in agreement. ”It’s almost like giving them a party drug, so I was thinking maybe some shorts, jocks, a harness or two. I really just want to try some stuff on to see how it looks before making a decision.” ”Some bondage gear as well so when I get an ass primed and partied up I can just keep it in place and positioned how I want and then just focus on my pleasure rather than making sure the fucking whore doesn’t resist and try to get away.” “Probably the best place for you to go is “Master Nick’s”, it’s just a couple blocks from here” Jesse quickly replied. ”I’ve bought some great stuff from there. Its high quality and they have a big variety. They are good at helping you transform into your true self. They do have a space to demo some of the equipment there as well. They carry everything from cuffs, collars and spreader bars to stocks, fuck benches and bondage tables in the store”. Rob was getting hard just thinking about the place as Jesse gave him directions to the store. As Rob stood and prepared to leave, Jesse had one more question. “Before you go, would it be cool for me to get a selfie with you” asked Jesse. “I like to keep reminders of some of the hot guys that come through here.” Rob of course in his mind interpreted that question as meaning he was correct all along and Jesse really was a bottom and did want Rob’s cock up his ass. So when the bartender came around the bar to take the selfie Rob smiled, flexed and grabbed Jesse’s ass. Trying not to sound too insincere, Jesse looked Rob directly in the eyes and stated, “Thanks for the picture stud, I am sure you enjoy the transformational experience at "Master Nick's" stop by on your way back from store and let me know what you bought.” “I’m here until seven-thirty tonight.” Rob smirked and nodded his agreement as he headed to the exit. As soon as Rob disappeared down the street, Jesse went to his phone and texted a message and attached the selfie with Rob he just took. “Sending a referral to the store that I think you’ll like. He definitely has the cocky top attitude you look for”

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

I love older guys in porn I love getting naked and filmed I did one with 3 65 year old but fit and huge Cocks thay loved showing them off as muck as i did been fucked by them very sexy guys i was full of seed

I popped over to my favourite sauna last month, it was heaving with people in the darkroom. I managed to squeeze my way into the backroom and was confronted with several people offering their arses for a good fucking. I was already stiff and proceeded to give one a good shafting whilst others were enjoying themselves. When I pulled out, I was immediately grabbed by someone else to be fucked. I was overwhelmed by the active fuck frenzy in the place. I then swapped places and fucked him. Over the first hour, I'd fucked another three people. So it was 5 barebacks fucks to one received. The second hour continued in a similar vein with 3 of those I'd fucked wanting more action, interspersed with two people one giving, one receiving who actually wanted to use a condom. The final hour had me flagging somewhat, two fumbles rather than good fucks and one guy who took me from behind but didn't carry on for too long. But then another guy was really keen to fuck me and managed to get me into a good position and ploughed me hard and long before giving me his much needed lubrication before he pulled out. Finally a well hung guy got me to suck him before turning me around and fucking me hard using the last load to lubricate his thrusts, he had great stamina before unloading himself into me, it felt great. Over three hours I'd barebacked 5 different men and been barebacked by four, two of whom had unloaded their warm spunk into me. When I got home after this marathon session of 16 fucks in 3 hours, the loads finally gushed out of me!

Second meet on monday with a guy I fucked in august. He a hot, bearded, about 30, tattooed and a total bottom. Last time was good, but before we met this time we had a long WhatsApp chat, during which we both realised that the other was a dirty pig into sleaze, k9, dad-son and we both have a nasty raw poz fetish even tho we are both negso far. good snogging, sucked me hard and then gave him my raw cock up his very receptive arsehole with plenty of nasty verbal. Stopped to give him a deep rim job and then buggered a hot load deep inside. Good lube for the other two guys he planned to meet later in the day. Next time I want to be the one having the sloppy seconds or even thirds.....

Woke up yesterday and just wanted to get fucked and loaded up. I got my ass cleaned and lubed then posted on Craigslist. I usually don't score there, little response or guys flake and don't show. I posted I was looking for an average guy that just wanted to fuck ass and cum up me, I didn't care about size, looks or attitude. Just be washed and unload in me. Almost an hour later I get a message from a guy who said he wasn't a looker, about 15 minutes away, and wanted to drop a nut, no pic to send me. I said I didn't care, I'm ready and just want to feel my ass used and filled up. He came over, looked like a big blue-collar guy on his way to work, pretty hairy, not much to look at. He walked in, just unzipped his pants opened his belt and sat on the sofa. I started sucking his already plumped hairy dick--the shaft had hair on it and bushy crotch. I sucked him hard, he moaned and grew about 7" thick, then told me to stand up and show my hole. I dropped my gym shorts exposing my lubed hole, he fingered it, spit on it, then leaned me over the sofa arm and slid slowly in giving me a few seconds to adjust. His clothes are still on, pants down at his ankles and he's fucking me long strokes pushing his balls when he bottoms out. I can feel his hairy dick scratching my ass lips which I like but rarely find in a top. He just used my hole said nothing except it feels good inside me. He pulled out once shoved 2 fingers in me rough that hurt then shoved his dick back and fucked harder. He pulled us up into a standing position still fucking me, I'm on my toes because he's taller and I'm jammed up on his rock hard dick. He holds me tight and says he's about to blow in me. He pumped load after load inside holding me up against him. I'm still hanging on his hard dick as his orgasm slowly ends, he's breathing heavy. He pulled out, pushed my head down to clean his dick clean and suck out the last cum. "I'm working in the area and can stop by some mornings if you're okay taking me like this". I said sure I'd like that. Then he walked out. That's the only conversation we had--no status, do you like this, nothing--just got used and filled the way I like. Hope to see him again.

same here.....my poz cock is stiff as the one in this story

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 10 (The Week - Day 2) I woke up to The Beast peeing on my face. Choking and coughing, I laid there remembering where I was as his piss splashed into my mouth and nose. Knowing I was awake, I thought he’d stop but he unloaded his whole bladder onto my head. Once his streamed subsided, my nostrils cleared enough to smell the piss, cum, sweat, and grime that covered me head to toe. I smelled like a whore. The Beast’s piss had liquefied some of the dried cum, making my skin slick and creating a goop in my hair. He threw a set of clothes down on the floor next to the mattress and said, “Get dressed.” “Can I shower, sir?” I asked, certain he wasn’t taking me anyplace like this. “Fuck no, you can’t shower, cunt. Come on, hurry up, I’m hungry. You slept all day.” So covered in the semen of all those strangers, wet with The Beast’s morning piss, and with my hair disheveled in several clumps of cum, I pulled on the shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops that he had provided me. He put his enormous cock back in his jean shorts and said, “Let’s go, faggot.” He took me to a Denny’s. I couldn’t believe it. I was mortified, but I didn’t question it. He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. He got out of the car with a small duffel bag, waited for me to close my door, and clicked the alarm on. Then he strode ahead of me, not really paying attention to whether or not I was close behind or the people that were already starting to stare at my appearance. I got through the door in enough time to hear him say, “I think a booth, thanks.” The hostess lead us to a booth, parading me through a dozen or so other patrons, all whispering about my appearance as soon as I passed. When the waitress came, The Beast ordered a large breakfast even though it was already 5pm. When she turned to me, I opened my mouth to order, but The Beast chimed in, “He’ll have a fruit smoothie. The berry one. That’s it.” She took our menus and went away as he said, “Can’t have you getting messy. You should eat really light this week.” I nodded and waited for our food. The Beast started asking me questions about my college plans, etc. I told him I was interested in Sports Management, which lead to a discussion on which sports I followed and what I thought of the current baseball season. It was the longest period of time he didn’t call me pussy, cunt, or faggot since we’d met. The food arrived and we both ate…well, he ate and I drank…our breakfast and continued our conversation. After finishing his meal, he abruptly stopped the conversation by saying, “Okay, pussy boy, it’s time for tonight’s adventure.” He slid the duffel bag across the table. “There’s an empty enema, a couple of dildos, and some lube in this bag. Go into the handicap stall in the bathroom here – it has it’s own sink – and clean that cunt out real good. Then spend some time opening up that hole with these dildos. It’s for your own good ‘cause I have a treat for you tonight.” I took the bag and went into the bathroom to follow his instructions. I cleaned out my fuckhole really well and then I lubed up my ass, fingering my pink hole gently at first. I was pretty sore from the previous night and I wanted to ease myself into the sex toys. Eventually, I worked the smallest dildo into myself and then the medium one and the large 10X7 rubber dick into my cunt. All the while a steady parade of patrons came in and took a piss at the urinal or used the stall next to me as I softly grunted my way through my self-inflicted ass-opening. In the middle of working the big boy into me, a man came in and unleashed a steady stream into the urinal. I’d recognize that strong stream of piss anywhere. I was proven right after he zipped up and slammed a palm on the door of my stall, “Let’s go, cunt.” I pulled the dildo out of my ass, threw everything into the duffel bag, and pulled my shorts up. When I came out of the stall, The Beast was already headed out of the door. He had taken care of the check and we headed straight for the car. As soon as I got into the passenger seat, he threw a sizeable butt plug in my lap and said, “Put that in you.” As he started the car, I lifted my ass off the seat and dug my hand into my shorts with the butt plug. With some slight maneuvering, I lined it up with my now open hole and forced it passed my ring. He whimpered a bit as it came to rest in my rectum. He put the car in gear and said, “Now enjoy the ride.” We drove for quite some time, enjoying some more conversation. This time about his history in college football, a serious injury that prevent him continuing to play, getting into construction, his marriage, his divorce, when he realized he was meant to fuck bitch boys like me. All the while, the butt plug pressed against my insides, keeping me open and causing my little dick to leap or my ass walls to quiver when we would turn suddenly or come to a stop or start moving again. “Here we are,” The Beast informed me. We had driven to a major city about 2 hours away from where we lived. I hadn’t even noticed we were in the car that long, but there we were in the parking lot of The Crow’s Nest, a bar that I had heard about since I had been turned into a cum dump. It was a well-known leather bar. He grabbed another small bag and said, “Strip.” Again, no questions. I just took off my shorts and my t-shirt. “Let’s go,” he said, and we were out of the car and headed into the bar. I was naked and crusted with piss and cum and he paraded me through this crowded bar. The patrons ranged from huge and muscular to old and vile. Most had on leather – harnesses, chaps, some collars. The Beast lead me straight through the crowd, not paying attention to the hands fingering my hole, slapping my ass, and touching my muscled torso; not caring about the studs laughing at my pathetic endowment; and clearly, expecting the trail of scum bags following behind me to see where my master was leading me. The Beast went straight into the men’s room. I followed him in and saw him plop the new duffel bag on the sink counter. As a small crowd of men filtered into the restroom, The Beast took a dog collar from the bag. He motioned me over and I obediently went to him. He secured the dog collar around my neck as I watched the scarier looking members of the crowd lick their lips. “Get on all fours,” The Beast said simply as he removed a leash from the duffel bag. As I crouched into doggy position, exposing the butt plug lodged in my ass, the crowd began to buzz with comments: “Hot fucking hole…” “…true motherfucking whore, finally…” “…now THAT’S a sweet pucker…” “…atta’ boy, be that slut…” “…a faggot that knows his place…” The comments and attention made me start dripping from my little pecker as The Beast strung the leash around the pipe of one of the urinals and then fed it through the loop of fabric that was the handle. He then fed the padlock through the metal ring at the end of the leash and the metal rings on either side of the collar. The padlock clicked shut and he dropped it. My head sank for a moment under the weight of the lock. I wasn’t going anyplace. He took three more items out of the duffel: a metal device, a bottle of lube, and a bottle of poppers. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said, “Take a big whiff.” I snorted four or five whiffs of the poppers while The Beast lubed up the metal thing. He positioned himself behind me and I tried to relax, wanting to please this God. He pulled the butt plug out of me with a pop and eased the metal object into my waiting gape of a cunt. It scraped a little but it wasn’t very big so I was able to manage it fairly easily. That’s when I felt it grow. I could tell The Beast was twisting something like a key and with each turn the metal item seemed to expand. Holy fuck, he had put a speculum inside of me. He just kept stretching my pussy wider and wider, the crowd around us growing and egging him on to open my ass bigger. Finally, he stood up, pleased with how distended he had made my rectum. He turned to the patrons of the bar and said, “Okay boys, here’s the story. My boy is your urinal tonight, okay? But that’s it. He’ll take piss and cum in either hole. There is to be no fucking.” A groan of disappointment erupted from the crowd. The Beast said more loudly, “NO FUCKING! And I’m fucking serious! If I find out that one of you fuckers put your dick in his mouth or his cunt, you’ll be sorry, and you know I mean it.” The crowd murmured again in agreement, recognizing the severity of The Beast’s threat. “Go ahead and fill him up, boys. I’ll be back later.” And with that, The Beast walked out of the bathroom, and presumable the bar, leaving me at the mercy of this bar of sexual deviants. The initial onslaught was dizzying. All these cocks jerking madly around me. None of them were small, they were all on the big side and I was secretly wishing they had been among the strangers from last night. As the pigs intent on contaminating my holes with their seed, a few less patient guys decided they needed to take a leak first. “First deposit, bitch!” I looked over my shoulder to see a bearded bear in a harness start to shoot a stream of piss directly at my hole. Later on Xtube, I saw the footage of this captured by one of the bastards on their phone. The speculum held my cunt open and I could see the red walls of my ass clearly. The bear’s fat cock was sending a steady stream of urine directly into the open hole that once was my ass and was now a urinal. I could feel the hot fluid fill my guts until it bubbled and flooded out of my stretched fuck hole. Just then, the first breeder started grunting and pushed the fat bear aside. The breeder – a shirtless muscular, tanned stud in his 40s clad in assless chaps – put his dick head right at the opening of the speculum and ejaculated 5 big shots of cum into my exposed chute. He zipped up and left, slapping me on the ass and saying thanks. “Open your fucking mouth, cunt!” Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and got a huge stream of pungent piss fill my mouth quickly until it was running down my chin. The source was an old guy in a leather vest and jeans. Once emptied, he slapped his floppy cock on my forehead a few times before zipping up and leaving the bathroom. I focused on the droplets of urine I could feel in the middle of my forehead as two more thick dicked trolls jerked their dicks directly into my shitter followed by a tall, lean, furry bald guy jerking his dick in my face, ordering me, “Open your mouth hole, you stupid whore!” Of course, I complied and felt ropes of semen across my tongue and on my lips just as I felt the cum in my ass slip out of the speculum and coat my pussy lips. The line of guys was steady all night, pissing in my mouth. Sometimes all over my face. One guy even held my eye lid open and pissed right in my eye as I howled from the sting. Others had fun watching my cunt fill up with their urine, a long arc of yellow landing in my stretched opening like a game at a carnival. Still others just wanted their DNA in my ass and jerked it straight into the gape. No one broke the rule, no one fucked me. I just stayed on all fours in a gathering puddle of piss and cum. My knees were aching, and yet the lowlifes kept coming and cumming. Eventually, my legs gave out and I fell belly-down into the puddle of urine and seed. The speculum pinched my insides from my collapse but I could feel it still doing it’s job, and although my mouth wasn’t as easily accessible, my hole was still wide open and guys continued to fill it with their body fluids. And still, even though my head was flat against the cold, wet linoleum slick with fresh pee and semen, some guys enjoyed just pissing on my face and watching my tongue lash out trying to lap it up since The Beast had promised BOTH holes until he got back. At some point, I must have passed out because I woke up to The Beast kicking me with his heavy black boot. “Come on, faggot boy, you’re used up.” All my joints ached and tried to bend them before standing. I reached my hand between my legs and discovered that The Beast had already removed the speculum. He roughly unlocked the padlock, freeing me of the collar and the leash as I asked, “What time is it?” “Five o’clock in the morning,” he responded, “Time to go home and go to bed.” “Yes, sir.” He stowed the supplies in the duffel bag and threw me my clothes. “Let’s go,” he ordered and walked out the door. I quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt, afraid he would leave me without a second thought. I caught up to him in the parking lot, half stumbling and half limping to his car. I noticed that he had covered the passenger seat with a towel, not wanting me to ruin his upholstery with my dripping snatch. Nothing was said as we pulled out of the parking lot, and I almost immediately fell asleep as soon as we were on the highway. Upon returning to The Beast’s house, he shoved me towards the basement door, “Your bed is exactly how you left it.” I looked at him pathetically as he sauntered off to his comfortable King bed in the master bedroom. I retreated to the basement and my piss soaked, cum smelly mattress. I curled up in a ball, snuggling up to the pillow. The mattress was still moist from where The Beast had woken me up with his piss and I touched it with my hand and then my cheek as I began to doze, thinking, “He still hasn’t fucked me.” That realization almost made me cry as I fell asleep and dreamed that this would change tomorrow. More to come...