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I feel a little bit guilty this morning. I came home very drunk last night and raped my boy. Gave him a balls deep pounding like he has never had before. ripped his boxers off him spit on his hole and drove it balls deep into his hole. Making him scream. So I stuffed his mouth with my Jock and told him to take it like the true bitch that he is. I was rough and had no respect for him while pounding his hole. dumping my hot load in him. Once done I just pulled out and walked out of the room, leaving him laying on the bed crying from the rough pounding he took. He came to me this morning and said his hole bled from the breeding I gave him. I said To bad take it like a cum dump and live with it. Now I feel bad for ripping his hole up like that.

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My brother comes home at 5 am from a date. I just look at his pants and there is Cum on them and his underwear. Since he is in chastity I know he was getting fucked by his date.

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I know there are some german guys on here.... so this is a sneak preview for you.... Conversion Party Bernd machte derweil den Kofferraum auf und holte eine Trainingstasche hervor. Das war aber nicht die Tasche von Felix. Dieser wies direkt darauf hin, dass man seine Tasche wohl vergessen hatte. „Die brauchst Du nicht… ich nehme an Du wirst eh nicht viel anhaben“ erwiderte Bernd. Stattdessen packte Markus Felix am Genick und übte einen sanften Druck aus, damit der Junge sich in Bewegung setzte. Es gab jetzt kein rechts und kein links mehr. Felix wurde an der Rezeption vorbei, direkt zum Fahrstuhl geführt. Der Mann der dahinter gelangweilt in einem Pornoheft blätterte blickte kurz auf und dachte bei sich, dass der Bengel aber doch noch recht jung sei. ‚Die werden auch immer schneller reif‘ dachte er bei sich und während sich ihre Blicke kreuzten, versuchte Felix hilfesuchend dreinzuschauen, während der Mitarbeiter des Hotels ihn nur grinsend anblickte und allen dann viel Spaß wünschte. Der Signalton des Fahrstuhls riss ihn aus den ängstlichen Gedanken und er wurde in den leeren Lift geschubst. Wortlos schauten alle drei Männer Felix abschätzend an, während zwei sich gar keine Mühe mehr machten das Reiben über ihre von ihren Jeans bedeckten Schwänze zu verstecken.

A Lonely Christmas Tale (2nd Sneak Preview) He really wanted to touch my cunt buster, he wanted to feel it. Little did he know he would feel it with his ass and I was determined to rape the shit out of him if necessary, but it would add so much more to the excitement, if he would take part, more or less willingly, in his own abuse. We turned into the dead end street and all of the sudden it became really quiet around us. There were no one around us in this lane and while we almost reached our destination I stopped Damien by touching him gently on his shoulder. “Do you mind if I carry you the rest of the way?” I asked him out of the blue. “Carry me?” he seemed confused. “Yeah – I would like to feel you. To feel your weigh… to smell you… I just want to be close to you and now is the perfect moment for that.” I replied. Damien nodded in agreement but didn’t know how I would like to carry him, so he stood there undecided. I simply lifted him up easily. He was light as a feather. “Close your legs around my waist” I instructed him. His ass was pushing hard against my bulge. I moved slowly with him letting my jeans covered cock bump against his little ass. My hands caressed his ass cheeks through his pants while I carried him around. If someone watched this scene, he would have thought two lovers are making out romantically. We were almost slow dancing to a tune only we could hear and while Damien searched for a tight grip behind my neck I made sure he wouldn’t slip from my hips so easily. I turned around and walked to a darkened corner of the house we just passed. Damien did not complain at first when his back bumped into the solid bricks of the wall. I started to grind my pelvis into his ass-cheeks slowly and moaned loudly. “Scorpion – stop – it hurts my shoulders…” Damien whined. I didn’t react. My eyes were closed and I continued grinding my bulge into his sweet little ass. “Scorpion – please – the bricks are rough and hurting me…” he gave a yelp. “SHUT UP” I barked and now my eyes were focused on him. I looked at him furious. “I am giving you a lecture faggot… you are about to please a man. It doesn’t matter if it is unpleasant for YOU. All that matters is that you bring pleasure to ME. You got that, you filthy little whore?” I growled. Damien did not reply a thing. He simply felt his back scraping painfully against the wall behind but was too afraid to complain about it once more. “YOU GOT THAT FAGGOT?” I hissed. “Yes… yes…. I am sorry… I got *ouch* I got it…..” he replied pathetically. For the next two minutes I ‘dry-fucked’ him into the wall and then I ordered him to pull himself back on my hips. His fingers grabbed my neck fast and his legs closed around my waist quickly.

Sneak Preview of a new story... about to come: “Our car is parking in a dead end street nearby. Maybe we could sit in the back seat and… just talk” I suggested. I knew it would take me less than ten minutes now to get my fingers up his tight hole and scratch him with my fingernails. Tearing them down, making him bleed and open him up for the gift I was about to present to him. His little brain was working hard and after a minute he nodded at me. I paid our drinks and Damien smiled gratefully. It was okay to pay for a coke and get a pussy for free. “Hey – where do you think you are going?” a dark voice boomed behind us, as we started to leave the pub. We turned around and Damien looked like he was caught stealing something in a shop. “Oh – I’m sorry guys. I wanted to take a walk with this guy here. He is alone here and we just wanted to talk outside….” I blabbered innocently. “And who is this? I wonder if Jon would approve, that you are taking other guys on a romantic walk….” one of my friends barked. “No – it is not like this! This fag here has a steady boyfriend and he is really loyal to his man… right?” I looked at Damien. The lad didn’t feel good about, being called a faggot in front of ‘strangers’. “Oh sorry… guys… this is Damien. Damien the big one before you is Shredder and the other one with the huge bulge in his pants is Hawk. Damien exchanged handshakes with my friends. “What’s up faggot” Shredder replied while Hawk openly massaged his cock through his pants. “Don’t scare him… assholes. They are not usually that way. They are only acting this way, because we were hunting all day long and they are a bit tensed up. Don’t worry about them. They are also in committed relationships and only teasing you” I said out loudly. I addressed to my friends “I am just giving him some advice on his relationship to his lover and we need a place we actually can go through things and talk about stuff… I can feel we are close to a break-through now” I grinned and slapped my left palm against my right fist, signaling we would fuck the slut very soon now. Damien couldn’t see this, because I was standing behind him. Too bad he didn’t turn around to check this noise out, since he could hear the slapping sounds clearly.