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Tommy had just turned 29, after a couple of heartbreaks he was ready to look after himself for a while. His hair had thinned so he shaved it close, down to the stable but not wet razor. He wasn’t confident enough to go that far. He worked for a tech company, a routine 9-5 job. With only a small social group who worked just as much, there was a lot of downtime and not a lot going on. After lazing about for a few months after the last relationship went down in flames, Tommy decided it was time to get back into the gym. After a 3 weeks of going to the gym, every day after work, doing a mix of cardio and weights. Cutting back on the weed and making home cooked meals. Tommy had slimmed down and started to tone up again. Not washboard abs, far from it, like a less toned swimmer. His confidence had started to build up again, he wasn’t ready to jump back into dating again but the odd hookup was always an in-between step. Logging into the usual Grindr and Scruff apps, there wasn’t much of an interest. Feeling particularly horny one Saturday night Tommy found his way back on to BBRT. He’d always felt sensible about sex, hooking up with guys who knew their status. High on poppers he couldn’t say no to an ass full of cum. After setting up a new profile, it didn’t take long before he was chatting to a guy in his mid 30’s. Average body, negative, recently tested and up for getting stoned, watching porn and having a long night fucking each other. Exactly what Tommy needed. Tommy turned up at Dave’s apartment, a typical bachelor pad. They sat on the couch and shared a joint and talked for a bit, sharing a cup of tea. Eventually they were making out before moving to the bedroom. Dave hooked his phone up to the tv, quickly navigating to a porn site and loading a bareback gangbang scene. The bottom way swallowing a cock while his ass was being pounded from behind. Before Tommy had time to think Daves dick was burning its way into his ass, with only a bit of spit, he was tight. “Here, huff these” Dave handed Tommy a bottle of poppers. They were under his nostrils in the blink of an eye. “They’re new, so they’re strong… Ahhh … fuck” Dave had bottomed out in Tommys raw hole. “Fuuuuck me” Tommy felt the rush of poppers hitting him and soon he was pushing his ass back on Daves nice 7 inch cock. “I’m going to dump my first load” Dave started to brutally slam into Tommy, his balls loudly slapping on Tommys ass. Tommy hit the poppers hard and allowed Dave to destroy his now puffy hole. “Take it!” Dave shouted as he came deep in Tommy’s hole, he quickly pulled out and started eating out Tommys ass. The smell of sex filled the room as the night went on. Tommy took 3 loads off and gave Dave 2 of his own. It was just the night he needed. Back to the gym routine, Tommy’s confidence had grown, especially after having such a hot hook up. He met Dave a few more times over the next couple of weeks but it was just a bit of fun that fizzled out. They gym had started to pay off more. Tommy had really started to add definition to his chest and stomach. Almost a 4 pack. He was working away on one of the leg machines, listening to a generic 80’s gym playlist, when a guy came towards him. Tommy thought he’d finish his set and let the guy use the machine. He cast his eye over him. Maybe slightly taller than Tommy, and much more toned, his arms looked strong but not overly muscular. His eyes were a clear blue and he was smiling at Tommy. Blushing Tommy got up from the machine, grabbing his bottle of water he made to walk over to a different machine when they guy tapped his own ears. Signalling for Tommy to take out his earphones. “Hi, I’m Callum”

Chapter Two: - Well, firstly, no one is going to plant their seed inside of me as no one fucks me. I'm a TOTAL Top. And if someone were to fuck me, it would be with protection. - So you must be NEG then? - Yes, I am. All that stuff has always really scared me. His eyes seem to light up. I guess my sixth sense knew why, but, I remained calm. He made me feel at great ease, and I could not deny it, even though it wasn't the kind of bar that oozed intense sexual energy, it certainly was in our corner. BUT, I was already spoken for. I had to keep saying this, to myself, and Ayan. Was I in denial? 🙊 However, that did not stop me STARING at his OBSCENE MASSIVE package in his groin/thigh area each time he came back from the toilet. He was INSANELY BIG!! I actually knew right away I wanted him to fuck me. No one else had made me feel submissive like he did. He took control, and I was already under his spell. And I guess that has to say something from a 26 year old anal Virgin. I had fucked plenty. But had never been fucked. I also and with immense conflict found myself on this our first day of meeting fantasized about not only he Fucking me, but BARE too. But no, I mustn't. I have a loyal boyfriend at home patiently waiting for me to come home in 6 months time. My beautiful 'Lew'. Shortly after we had a few cocktails a magnum of vintage champagne was brought to our table. As we drank, chatted, laughed, and heavily flirted with complete restraint, there was this middle aged rotund guy who kept looking over. Not my type, but, something about him had me fascinated, wanting to know more. Suddenly, Ayan's phone went; - I have to get this, back in a moment. After several minutes, he returned. - Hey, Steven, I'm sorry, I have to go. Last minute urgent thing has come up. You enjoy the rest of the champagne my friend. I shall see you in work tomorrow. Don't be late. He abruptly vanished. Something did not seem right about that, like, it had been planned. I was soon to find out that this was the scenario. No sooner had he left, the middle aged rotund guy sidled his way up to my table, sat right next to me, and like Ayan grabbed my hand in a confident greeting; - Hey buddy, I am Aiden, what's your name? - Hey Aiden, I am Steven. - Aaaaaahhhh, from England!? - Yes. I just arrived yesterday. Started a new job for 6 months today. - Well, welcome to Boston. - Thank you. I was already high on Ayan's masculine authority, and hooked on his mysterious ways. And getting a little bit drunk now too. It did not take Aiden long to figure out via our conversation that I as a hobby am a Go-Go boi. Well, he actually, he didn't need to figure out, as he already knew, because he and Ayan are actually good friends! Ayan's abrupt exit was very well orchestrated! 😈 And I was the new piece of juicy MEAT in town being primed to thrown into the deep end, and swim in filTh until I became permanently S☣️ILED! - Aaaaaahhh, so you Go-Go dance at home. As it happens I own a club around the corner. We are open 6 days a week to the public, and closed on Friday's where we usually hold private functions. How do you fancy coming over tonight for an audition? I pay $200 for 1 hour dancing from my performers. Wow, easy Beer money. And doing something that I love. - Well, I will NOT allow any customer to touch me. I have a boyfriend at home who I am loyal too, and, I am happy in my Monogamous relationship. - Oh no no no, of course not Stevie. You dance. I pay you. You leave. - OK, sure, why not. He'd already cemented my place beneath him with his calling me Stevie, not Steven. He and Ayan and some BIG plans that would completely change the course of my life, for which I would one day be very grateful to them for. Aiden had you in the palm of his hand, talking about anything and everything, with many wild tales. If he was trying to impress me in my champagne haze, it was most definitely working. - C'mon Stevie, let's get you auditioned! I stood up, and stumbled a bit, I was pretty drunk by now. We left the bar, and made the short 5 minute walk to his club.

Chapter One: My boyfriend were out at our favourite restaurant celebrating two occasions. Our 4 year anniversary, and my promotion at work which entailed me going to Boston, from England, for 6 months. I was due to leave in 1 week. Once we got home from our happy celebrations, we carried on drinking with our own chilled Champagne on a blanket, on the floor, with some sweet sugary nibbles, Mediterranean house music, and each others wonderful company. Our own little picnic. We laughed, reminisced, made more plans for the future, and of course, we ending up having our usual wild passionate sex which had not dwindled at all in all the time we had been a couple. The evening ended with emptying the load in my balls deep inside his ass. We were both Neg, and Monogamous, so, all was fine in our own little world. As our final week together for a long while went on, we both became anxious. We really did not want to be away from one another. BUT, in the long term I was doing this for us, to give us a better future. And then, that dreaded day came. My flight. He took me to the airport, and we shared our goodbye that went on for far too long, with mutual waves through floods of tears as I disappeared through security. Once I was settled on the other side we continued our very emotional goodbyes via app. It was so hard, but, this had to be done. But, would my plan for a better future for me and my man go smoothly, or would there be repercussions? 😈 Once I arrived in Boston there was a chauffeur waiting to drive me to my new apartment for the next 6 months. I was already missing my Man terribly, yet, excited too to be in new unknown surroundings. It was all so thrilling. My employers had rented me a rather posh apartment in a well to-do part of town. My boyfriend would be squealing if he saw this. Our home was comfy, and merely modest. And we were happy with what we had, for the time being. I had a shower, then went out for a quick meal, came home, prepared for my first day at work the following day, took some sleepers so I could get onto Boston time, and I was very soon asleep, ready for the next part to my life. The following day I awoke fully refreshed, and arrived into work bang on time at 8am, eager to begin. On my first day at work I spent it with my boss, who with great strong strides and authority marched over to me and shook my hand, introducing himself; - Good Morning. You must be Steven from England. I am a confident being, but suddenly I felt my stomach knot. INSTANT sexual tension! - Ye ... Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am. Good Morning to you too. And you are? - I am Ayan. Come through to my office. Follow me. I could not help but notice the extremely abnormal over sized package in his groin area, and down his leg. Wha .... I would very soon be thinking of Ayan as my *daytime boss*. We spent the day talking about my role, duties, and how the company operates, plus getting to know each other on a personal level too. It was all very laid back, whilst also retaining a certain air of formality, with that bubbling obvious two way sexual tension going on. He seemed to be keen on probing me about my hobby as a Dancer, which I put on the hobbies section on my application for the post. Having both came out to one another earlier in the day and our instant spark, I felt at ease to be able to tell him I have danced and do dance as a Go-Go boi as I really enjoyed doing it, and the extra money comes in handy, not that I need it. As I spoke his huge nipples underneath his pristine crisp ironed shirt seemed to become aroused. poking and pressing underneath the fabric, causing it to form two unmistakable and mouth-watering cotton mountains. My virgin cunt twitched! Virgin? Yes, but more about that later After my first day at work he took me out to dinner at a posh restaurant, which was then promptly followed on with a gay bar. It wasn't your typical crazy bar. The Music was subtle, gentle and quiet enough so you could have a proper conversation and minus any of the also typical sexual energy you frequently would find. Perfect for me as I was faithful to my boyfriend of 4 years back home in England, for which I was very clear to Ayan. We started out with a few cocktails each. - I hope you are not a bottom. Lots of hungry virile tops more than willing to plant their seed inside a cute young English boy like yourself. His charm and confidence made me feel relaxed, so his sussing me out did not make me feel uncomfortable. His directness and air of control once again made my Virgin cunt twitch! 🍑

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

The top’s name was Anthony. I had found him on-line using the screen name Hot Rod. His profile had talked about his big hard cock, his stamina, his big loads, all of which really got my juices going, so I hit him up. We exchanged a few e-mails and when I asked for his phone number he gave it to me. Come on guys! That seems trustworthy, right? I usually ask on-line strangers lots of questions but on this night I was so horned up that I just blurted out that I wanted him to come over and play. Right away. Next thing you know, here we are on my queen-size bed, me flat on my back and Anthony, he’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me with a smug expression. God damn! He’s so HOT! “What?” I said, looking up at him quizzically. “Let’s get you out of those pants,” he said. And that’s just what he proceeded to do! I felt a little vulnerable, naked and my legs spread like that, with him kneeling in between, still fully dressed, looking down at me thoughtfully. That didn't seem to stop my dick from standing straight up however. If anything, I was harder than usual. “Come on, you get undressed too,” I said. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied. With that, he reached up and slowly started to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. My eyes darted to his midsection as the bottom hem began to rise. I wanted to see if he had a nice treasure trail. I like my guys with some fur on their belly and chest. There was a sexy thatch of black hair running down into his jeans. It took me a few seconds for my brain to process the image in front of me. Beneath that glorious trail of hair was a tattoo. It was THAT TATTOO! You know, the universal bio-hazard symbol. When Anthony caught the look on my face he sneered, “Don’t you fret about that! I’m gonna take good care of you.” With that he shoved his jeans down to his knees. His cock sprang up stiffly, long and thick. It was already starting to ooze a clear fluid, tantalizing but undoubtedly toxic. He said, “Don’t worry, baby, all you gotta do is lick it a little, just a little. You know…make it feel good.” As he leaned towards me I couldn't help but moisten my lips and open my mouth. “Yeah, I figured you would,” he said as he rubbed the head of that big cock across my mouth, coating my lips with his slightly salty precum. It was like I was mesmerized. I offered no resistance when his cock began to push into my mouth. God, it tasted good! I moaned just a little when I realized that I was accepting him willingly but I just couldn't stop. “That’s it, baby, get that big dick of mine nice and wet. The slicker it gets, the easier it’ll be on your ass!” As much as his cock was turning me on, when I realized that he was intending to fuck me with it, my fears came roaring back. “No way am I gonna let you fuck me with that cock,” I announced. “I’m not gonna make you do anything that you don’t want to do, baby!” he crooned. “I promise you, I’ll only do what's ok with you, how’s that?” “Well,” I assented, “I guess that’ll be alright.” He ordered, "Now get back on that cock. That was feeling mighty good!” Now that I wasn't so nervous, the idea of sucking on that big-ass cock seemed like a reasonable thing to do. I started making love to that dick with my lips and tongue and throat. I could tell that he was getting into it because he placed his hands on each side of my head, held me steady and then began a gentle yet insistent rocking motion with his hips. Being used this way just got me hotter and my thoughts began to whirl. My desires were taking over and my common sense was melting away rapidly. He stopped face fucking me long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes. He stretched out, lying atop me and applying urgent little kisses and bites, sending me further into orbit. First he worked on my front side and then he carefully turned me over onto my stomach and continued his efforts on my back and neck. “Baby,” he whispered huskily. “You turn me on so much it’s hard for me to restrain myself.” With that, he started to slowly rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up until he reminded me of his promise not to do anything that I wasn't ok with. “Baby,” he said, “let me just put my cock inside you, only a couple of inches. That ass of yours looks so sweet, I just gotta see what it feels like to be inside. Don’t worry, that’s all I’m gonna do.” I thought that his request sounded a little fishy, but he had promised, after all, and I told you my thinking was getting a little mixed up! After a couple of minutes he said, “Yeah, that feels so good…just a couple more inches deeper…just for a minute, ok? I just want to see what it feels like.” Again, I gave my reluctant approval. But this time, after he eased that huge dick in a bit, he caught me by surprise by pulling it back out, just a few inches. When I didn't squawk, he repeated the process, gently pushing in and then pulling back again. “Don’t worry, baby,” he breathed, “I’m not fucking you, I’m just gonna move it in and out for a little bit, just for a couple of minutes. It feels so, so good, baby!” I guess he thought that my shocked silence meant that I was ok with it all because soon his rhythm started to pick up ever so gradually and his strokes started getting deeper. As freaked out as I was, I have to admit that it was starting to feel waves of pleasure washing over me. Faster, deeper, I didn't know what to think. Was he really fucking me after all? And here I was, after all my earlier protests, letting him actually fuck me, fuck me RAW! His breathing was getting more labored, a sign that he was gonna blow his wad soon. His poz load! He was still pumping away deep inside me and I was so dazed by it all that I wasn't doing anything to stop him! Nothing was coming out of my mouth except little gasps of pleasure. I was just about to tell him, “No! Please, no!” when I felt his hips start to jerk as he began to flood my insides with his seed. This hot poz top was actually breeding me and I had let him do it without saying a freakin' word! After several more thrusts he was finally spent. He rolled me over and stared into my eyes. A hint of a sheepish grin played across his lips. “I told you that I was gonna take care of you, didn't I?”

When we walked back into the bedroom, the two guys were lying back smoking the pipe and watching porn. Not touching but wanking their own cocks and discussing the scene. Damp, we joined them. I slid between Milos legs and took his cock in my mouth. He gazed down and blew me a kiss and then stretched raising his hands above his head. Michael, whose own semi was in Toby’s mouth leaned over and kissed Milos. It looked so fucking hot. So fucking innocent. But as I watched Michael clasped Milos hands above his head, keeping them there. I kept sucking on Milos cock and gently grabbed one of his ankles and saw that Toby was doing the same. Michael pushed his tongue into Milos mouth as I sucked his cock and now Toby ran his tongue up and down his inner thigh. Milos was in sensory overload and oblivious - lost in three hot horny guys paying ultimate attention to him. The poor fucker I thought as Michael straddled Milos and lent all his weight on him. Suddenly Milos must have realised something was wrong as he tried to push him off. But it was too late. Toby and I leaned over the bed and pulled out the retraining straps from under the mattress and linked them round his ankles. Michael pulled his arms apart and grabbing them we slipped them into restraints hidden behind the headboard. To stop Milos from yelling I heard a sharp slap. Looking up, Milos looked stunned as Michael withdrew his hand. A trickle of blood seeped from the side of the Greek’s mouth. My cock went rigid. As Michael climbed off the stunned boi, I grabbed his chin and looked him in the face. Milos whimpered as Toby and Michael got off the bed and started prepping some syringes. “Pussy boi, eh, you cunt?” I licked the blood from the side of his face and then slapped his face again. But not too hard. My hand dropped to his body and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard and leaking. Milos was scared and horny. The perfect combination. I dropped my hand lower and grabbed his bollocks and squeezed. He yelped as I twisted them. Then I dropped my hand further under his balls. His eyes opened wide as I rammed three dry fingers into his cunt and yelled. I slapped him again. “Don’t make so much noise.” Behind me, I heard Toby cough. Something landed on the bed with a thump. I smiled, picked up the ball gag and despite his protests strapped it to Milos’ face. I walked away as he screamed in to the rubber ball. I pulled Toby back to the bed and clamped his mouth onto Milos cock. T’d up he didn’t need any bidding. Standing behind him I slid my cock into his cummy, wet hole. Involuntarily I moaned. Fucked cunt always felt so good. Michael came to stand next to me and tied a tourniquet around me arm. Then walked to Milos and did the same. Milos was shaking his head. “No, baby. You said if I did it, you’d do it.” He continued to shake his head as I slowly pushed my cock in and out of Toby’s hole and Michael lined up the syringe in my arm. I closed my eyes. The black hole in my soul was pulsating. It was hungry and as I coughed and felt the rush, it flared brighter than ever before. I opened my eyes and watched as Michael told Milos not to struggle or it would hurt. Suddenly, Milos went still, eyes transfixed on the needle. Michael inserted the needle into his arm. “How much?” Michael grinned. “More than enough.” Suddenly Milos was coughing and struggling, I lent forward to keep Toby on his cock, hearing him gag and retch as he tried to do as he was told. Taking two deep huffs of poppers, Michael then clamped his mouth to Milos’ lips and forcefully blew his lungs into the boi’s lungs. Milos stopped his struggling as his body fought the new invasion but when Michael pulled away it was clear that the slam was taking effect. Milos’ eyes were glistening, hungry and desperate. Michael came and stood beside me. His cock was hard and dripping. I pulled out and stepped to one side. Without any notice, Michael pulled back his hips and rammed his cock into Toby. He screamed in pain and his arse gave way to the massive tool raping his unprepared cunt. I pulled one of Toby’s arms behind his back and the other on the back of his head as he tried to pull away from Milos cock. Milos, pushed his hips forward, wanting lips on his cock. I leaned down and told Toby that this was part of his punishment for being so cocky. I pulled his arm tighter making him scream. Michael laughed, pulled out and slugged his cock back into the tight hole balls deep. Toby was begging him to stop. Milos was moaning with pleasure but struggling against his restraints. He looked at me pleadingly. He wanted to be Toby. His cunt was hungry and his own black hole was starting to grow inside him. I released Toby. The pain and pleasure he was feeling wasn’t going anywhere but being impaled on Michael’s massive tool was all he wanted. He was now pulling on his own shaved balls and then pulling his arse cheeks apart. He was begging Michael to fuck him and begging me for forgiveness. I stood back and watched then went to stand by Michael. As he turned to kiss me I slid a finger to his cunt. He smiled and I pushed a finger in, making him moan. His fucks were now so deep and hard, he was slamming into Toby with each thrust. Toby was delirious, lying prone and lost to the meat pounding him. I pulled my finger out of Michael’s arse and pushed it into his mouth. Michael’s tongue sucked the taste off my lips and then he kissed me as I jerked off. Milos, tied up, could only watch as Michael started to ramp up his fucking and suddenly lifting Toby physically off the bed with such force into his cunt that Toby was crushed into the mattress. Pulling out, Tony’s red tinged arse juices leaked onto the sheet. It looked so fucking hot. I flipped Toby over and looked at his cunt. Red and raw I slid my own cock up there, wanting to feel the heat and wetness of Michael’s fuck. It felt glorious. I told Michael to get the bulb from the draw and when he returned I pushed it into the filled up cunt and extracted the contents of Toby’s semi wrecked into the clear bubble. I smiled and lent down to kiss Toby, who finally opened his eyes and smiled. Michael joined us as we three kissed, completely ignoring Milos. Desperate for attention he screamed into his gag. We stopped and looked at him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to slowly wank him. Toby got up and retrieved his bag. “What, baby? You want to be fucked?” His eyes widened and he nodded. I grinned and pulled his foreskin all the way back revealing his leaking piss slit and leaned down to lick the precum spilling from it. I gestured to Michael who walked back over to the dresser. “One more slam, Milos. And then we’re going to fuck you up so bad.” His eyes went from hunger to terror and he started shaking his head. I grinned. “You know this is what you want. Why you came here tonight. Fuck you up so bad.” As he watched, Michael walked back to the bed syringe in hand and Toby pulled a baster full of cum from his bag, adding the new juice from the bulb. Milos screamed again into his gag and once again fought against the restraints. Futile. I straddled Milos and took his head in my hands. “Don’t struggle. Michael might slip and we couldn’t want that.” Michael expertly and quickly slammed me and it took all my control to remain where I was as I felt the T race through my body - to my brain, my cock and my cunt. All I wanted was a cock deep in me and it took all my willpower to fight the urge. Milos went still. Not limp. Like his dick, his body was hard and straining. Michael tapped the syringe and reset it and I watched as he pushed the tip of the needle into Milos’ arm, paused and grinned. Milos looked at him confused. “Get ready, you fucker. You’re about to become our sleaze pig. Our boi. Our poz and blood dump. We’re going to open you cunt up so much but you won’t beg us to stop.” Milos pupils dilated and suddenly he was coughing. And I mean really coughing. Coughing so hard he flung me off his body as he strained against the restraints and then went still, his breath whistling through the choker in his mouth. I admit I panicked as I watched his reaction, scared Michael had overdone it. But I then remembered that Michael was, as a dealer, an expert. I got to my feet and walked back to Milos. And I saw it. He had entered his back hole. He was staring at me but not seeing me. Isn’t down and kissed him and for a single moment I entered his black hole and saw his hunger

PREQUEL to Chapter Four: - Hey Man. Are you one of the Dancers at this place. - Er, well, er, well sort of, I start on Friday. - I hear you are not from around these parts. Been here long buddy? - I arrived only yesterday. I am here for 6 months. - You start Friday night you say. That's the private function night. They're a tough crowd to please. You might want something to relax you. I can help you wit' that. Here, take my number. I can come over to your place before your shift, and give you somethin', make the evening go better. - Thank you. What is your name? - I'm Nesto. What's your's Man? - I am Steven. - I've got to split. Nice meeting you Steven. Call me. He gave me the 'call me' hand gesture, and no sooner had he appeared, he disappeared off into the night, and I luckily found the taxi place, and went home. What an INSANE first day. I went home, showered, had a quick app video chat with my Man, showered, had a few nibbles (I really must get some proper food in to cook myself), then completely crashed out. Tomorrow would be Thursday. My first full proper day at work, and the day before my first Dance gig here in Boston! And who was that Nesto fellow I wondered. Did he also know my *daytime & nighttime* Bosses Aiden & Ayan? .... Was I being set up to arrive loosened up in preparation to be 'L☢️☢️SENED up'? 😈

Chapter Three: Once at Aiden's club, we entered via a side entrance, and went upto his little apartment come office above it. Bit of a sleazy bachelor pad really. However, his actual home was nearby to be in the well to-do area where I was now residing. This was his cesspit where he loved to earn his living, and be a dirTy fucker at the same time. He left me in the living area and after a few short minutes came back with a Leather Harness, and almost knee length neoprene shorts that had a zip at the back. He threw them over to me; - Here, get yourself completely naked, and then put these on Stevie. I want to see how you move in costume during your audition. Do you have what it takes to be one of Aiden's class acts. Even though drunk, I in that moment kinda sobered up a little, and clammed up. - Oh, don't worry Stevie-Boy, I have seen it all before. Relax! And that is exactly what I did, relax. Although, it wasn't all that difficult, being fueled with alcohol. At the poinT I was completely naked, and figuring out how to put the Harness on, untangling it, Aiden walked over, knelt behind me to the side, and started slapping both of my ass cheeks. I was aware what he was doing, but was kinda too engrossed in trying to untangle the Harness and get it the correct way up to put it on me. He began to rub his stubble on my ass cheek nearest to him, and grunted as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans ... Yes, I got it, now to put the harness on. As I was putting it on, my *night time* boss spoke through his grunts; - Fuck yeah Stevie. I know plenty of guys in this city that would LOVE to fuck this cute, firm, young and ripe piece of meat, and unload their SPECIAL fuck juice deep inside your cunt. - Well, as you know Aiden ... *He interrupted me* - Erm, if you want this gig, you will address me as 'Boss'. I was a bit taken a back by his authoritative manner, yet, something I had only felt inside of me for the first time today stirred again. His controlling manner was turning me on. But, I still had an answer for him nonetheless. - Well, as you know, 'Boss', I am in a happy monogamous relationship, so, there will be no Men in this city fucking me, or cumming inside of me. As I said that, I immediately thought of Ayas, my *daytime-boss*, feeling a deep desire for him to penetrate my Virgin-Ass, fuck me powerfully and passionately with his abnormally sized Arabian-Dick, and spray his load deep inside of me. BUT, I told myself, keep that on the fantasy shelf. You have your sexy and handsome 'Lew' at home who loves and adores you. I put the zip up neoprene shorts on as my *nighttime-boss* sorted out some sounds for me to move to. He kicked back on his couch, lit up a cigar, and went to give me the nod to begin, but, I was already moving to the beat. I gave him my best moves facing him, and facing away as I wiggled my bubble-butt that he seemed to pretty obsessed with. Some of my friends at home teased me at what I waste my Ass was, and I should try being a bottom for a night, or two. Not going to happen as far as I was concerned. I am as addicted to beautiful Ass as the next wonderful Top, although the last 4 years I had only been paying attention to one in particular. About half way through my audition when I had my back to him, Aiden got up, came over, and unzipped the neoprene shorts I was wearing, slipping his hand in, taking in a good grope. I swiftly moved his hand away. - No. I said ~ No touching .- As you say Stevie. I guess I was being given enough rope to eventually get tied right up! 😈 I danced for about half an hour as my audience sat there, rubbing their crotch, and even getting their Dick out to wank off. I was still a bit jet-lagged, plus very tired after my first day here, and drunk, that I just had to sit down. - Sorry 'Boss'. I'm exhausted. My flight, My first day at work. I am drunk. I need to sleep. I have work in the morning. - I understand Stevie-Boy. Well, I believe you have got what it takes. Can you start Friday night? - That is your private function night, isn't it? - Sure is. I can fit you in for the 10.30pm to 11.30pm slot. You can meet all you other fellow Dancers, but, I will need to go through a few things with you first, so, please get here for 9.30pm. Okay!? - Yes, 'Boss'. - Now, here is my cell number. Do you have a U.S sim yet? - Yes, a company one. - Come to the side entrance we entered into, and buzz the intercom, and I'll let you in. I took off my audition gear, got my clothes on, and left. What was I doing? I didn't need to be doing this. I had a well paid job after-all. And today was only my first day here, and Friday was only a mere two days away. Was everything happening too fast? It felt like it, but, I rolled with it. I left the building, and as soon as I did, this rough looking Puerto Rican skin fella leapt out at me, and began to follow me as I went to fetch myself a cab (I think I know where I was going).

The man should not have to use his hand to reach orgasm. Cunt exists for that purpose. So that precludes most such targeting. But if a man wants to see the cunt smeared with his seed, it is his prerogative to pull out and aim in his naturally arrived moment of truth. I also believe it his duty to use his penis to push his load deep inside the cunt after he's done admiring the visible evidence of his prowess. It's not quite as effective for deep seeding as shooting while thrust in to the hilt, but it's a good compromise that serves his natural male pride and is reproductively complete.

I eagerly licked out the cum from his ass and then kissed Eli. Another black man approached and I had Eli get on his knees to service him.. The black man totally took charge and fed him his cock forcefully down his throat.. I could see Eli struggling with it and he even tried to stop a few times to catch his breath, but whenever he stopped, the black man would smack him across his face.. Now I wasn't sure how either Eli or I would react to that but Eli took it as a cue to suck better and I took it as a cue to stroke my dick harder. This continued for a while, Eli sucking, gagging, and being slapped.. One other black guy cheered him on, telling the black man to teach him a lesson,, slap that faggot around, things like that. Then having had enough of the foreplay, he just stood Eli up and bent him over the couch.This guy must have been 6 3 240 or so, and practically made Eli disappear when he planted his cock inside his ass and threw his entire weight onto him. I could almost hear Eli gasping for air as the man's body smothered him. Then planting his two feet on the ground he began to thrust in and out.With me watching, knowing this was going to be the 2nd anonymous load of the night and I was there to see my boy take it. I kissed Eli and asked him if he was ready to take the black mans load.. He nodded yes but I told him he didn't hear you, so say it louder and Eli did.. "Give me that load.. Breed my ass" and soon after the black man let out a roar as he blasted his seed deep inside him.. He slapped him on his ass before leaving and told me you got some good boy there.. I thanked him and as he was putting his junk back in his pants, another black man came by and simply picked Eli up off the couch and dropped him on the floor to his knees.. The black man pulled down his pants and a thick 8 inch cock sprung out and up and he put it right up to Eli's face where he eagerly started slurping on it. This black man, was younger than the others.. Maybe Eli's age or younger, with a slender muscular build. He fucked Eli's face hard and I figured he might bust a nutt real soon.. He stopped suddenly turned around and planted his ass right in Eli's face. Eli didnt miss a beat and tongued that hole as deep as he could. Fucking that black ass with his tongue, and making love to it at the same time. After like 5 minutes of that, the black man turned around and told Eli to open his mouth.. He gave his cock a stroke or two more and shot an amazing load in Eli's mouth. Eli made sure he was done before swallowing the entire load.. I wanted a taste of it, even if only a dribble and tongued Eli's mouth with my own, swabbing his mouth for any cum that hadn't made it to his stomach. Was one black man still watching and he would be the next one to attempt to ruin Eli's ass. He was oldest of them all. Definitely homeless based on his appearance. The black guy must have been over70, gray beard, and a beautfiul thick uncut cock. He removed all his clothes and stood naked in the middle of the floor as Eli began to suck.. The man stood there and let Eli do the work. I could see he was totaly enjoying that white boy on his cock and I stood up next to the black man.. i rubbed and sucked on his nipples and leaned into his face and kissed him.. Tongues touching, I could taste the wine and beer on his breath. Which only made me kiss him deeper. I released my hold on his mouth only to tell him those magid words.. Breed my boy. He sat down on the couch, his black cock sticking straight up.. Eli mounted his hard member, facing both me and the two other white guys who were watching. As Eli sank his ass deep on to that raw cock. his own little white clit stood up straight.Some how I got on the floor, and moved my mouth and tongue on anything I could reach. Eli's cock, Elis balls, the black mans cock, the black mans balls.. I just wanted to taste as much as could and be up close to it all. As Eli rode his cock I could sense the man was close to breeding him and when he started to Eli just sat there and gobble up every bit of it.. I continued to lick away, feeling the taste of the mans cum dribble out of Eli's ass and into my mouth. Eli dismounted and sat on the couch, smiling at me.. Could this be the same boy I had just had sunday dinner with at his parents.. lol boy I wish they could see him now As the black man got off of the couch, I quickly layed Eli down on the couch on his back. I climbed up between his legs and lifted them.. I pushed my raw cock into his well lubed ass and fucked him . Leaning into kiss him deeply and tell him how much I loved him aas I gave him yet one more load on the evening. Another man, a chubby latino guy, stroked his uncut cock above Eli's face until Eli took it in his mouth.. As the latino shot his load into Eli's mouth, I unloaded in his ass. Then collapsing on top of him for what seemed hours. Let's go home I said.

us cumdumpster faggots are so hungry for cum that we like to get as much cum as possible from as many men as possible pumped deep into our slutty fuckholes. I love it when a guy rams his cock in me as far as he can so that he can shoot his load as deeply into me as possible. makes me feel like I am truly getting bred like the dirty fucking whore I am. I do sometimes like it when a guy shoots on my hole and maybe jerks off into my gaped out hole or with just the head in me so that the next guy can use his cum to slide right in me. anything that shows guys what a slut I am or makes me easier to fuck is good with me.

PART 7: After Marcus had bred Shawn with his POZ cum and I had forced him into a double penetration in which I blew my load in him and caused him to involuntarily blast his load hands-free between he and Marcus, we were all quite worn out. We were in a tangle of flesh against flesh in his dorm bed kindof talking to each other until we all fell asleep. I woke up first, it was evening, per the lack of sunlight through the blinds. I was groggy but also noticing I had a huge erection against Shawn's stunningly thick bubble ass. I wanted to plow him immediately. But thought it seemed a bit rapey, so I opted instead to ease my head down towards his ass, kissing and licking his lean muscular back all the way down to his gluts. I began caressing and massaging his beautiful bouncy cheeks and opening them up to look at his tight pink hole. There were traces of both mine and Marcus' cum around his hole and a little pinkness to some of it. I suspected when I surprised him with the double penetration that I probably tore him a little, subsequently moments before Marcus blew is POZ load up Shawn's ass. Seeing his tight hole with pink POZ cum had my cock leaking. I slowly began licking his hole clean. His hole was soft yet tight, it took me awhile to start getting my tongue past his hole and up inside him. Once it was wet enough I began to slide a finger into him. That's when Shawn let out a long slow moan. I froze, giving him the option to tell me to stop. Shawn softly whispered, "Fuck Nick, please don't stop, that feels so good, eat my hole good baby." and continued to moan in pleasure as my finger began it's gentle rotations on his prostate while my tongue worked on lubing up his quivering boy pussy. I really wasn't able to control myself at this point, I slide up his body which was still wrapped around Marcus' naked lean and tight body. I aligned my fat cock onto his hole and spat into my hand for extra lube, and eased my wooden limb into his willing ass. With just spit for lube I was amazed that I was able to keep sinking into him without any drag or resistance. Soon I was in balls deep, slightly on top of his shaking body. When Marcus felt my body weight on top of Shawn, who was on top of Marcus, he woke up and accessed the situation quickly. Marcus said, "Damn Nick, you wake up horny or something? Me too," as he grabbed his massive uncut hard cock squeezing a drop of precum out of the tip. He asked Shawn, "you want another round boy?" Shawn simply moaned deeply. Marcus looked at Shawn's face and then looked at me, "Shit, Nick, you're already inside him aren't you?" I replied, "Yeah man, early bird gets the worm, I woke up hard as stone against Shawn's ass, and couldn't resist eating our cum out of his hole while he was asleep, and just couldn't stop myself once I started." I began fucking into Shawn's tight warm fuck hole harder as Marcus got up on his knees to shove his thick dick into Shawn's open mouth. Shawn just said, "Fuck yeah, give me that big black cock," as he deepthroated Marcus' pole over and over again, pausing for a second, to say, "don't cum in my mouth, I want you both to breed my ass again with your POZ load." I was watching Shawn work Marcus' cock like a magician, making it disappear and re-appear at a break neck speed. I pushed down on Shawn's strong upper body so that I could have a good support and feel his back muscles, because I was beginning to rail on his hole, building up to a fast cumming climax. The scene was too hot for me and when I looked down at his ass bouncing against my hips as I pounded my raw cock in and out of his hole it was a thing of wet dreams, I immediately started blasting deep inside Shawn's bowels. Shawn quickly realized I was filling his hole and began to tighten his hole around my convulsing cock, which made me cum continuously for longer than expected. I felt totally empty. Usually I feel like I'm able to go a few more times after I first nut. Marcus pulled his cock out of Shawn's mouth, got off the bed, and asked Shawn, "You want me to breed you with my toxic load? Huh boy? You want this big load up your ass with Nick's?" "Gawd yes, please. Please breed me Marcus!" Marcus didn't even give me time to pull out, he pulled my body aside with one powerful move. I collapsed on the bed as Marcus pulled Shawn's ass into the air, wrapped his hands around Shawn's fat ass and slammed balls deep into him. My face was next to Shawn's and his mouth was wide open from the sudden shock of being impaled by Marcus. His eyes were glazed over with lust. I began to kiss Shawn's face, then scooted my body under his so that I could passionately make out with his soft young lips. Marcus wasted no time, and within minutes he was unloading into Shawn. Marcus exclaimed, "YEAH TAKE that fucking load bitch! You feel me breeding your neg hole?" Marcus finished filling Shawn up but began to speed up his pounding again. I thought, "Ahhh, the old familiar, double loads. Marcus was gifted like that. Delivering two loads within minutes. I've been on the receiving end of that gift several times." Just as I could tell Marcus was about to nut again, he grabbed my legs which were underneath Shawn while I made-out with Shawn during his anal assault. Marcus yanked my body down the bed hoisted my legs into the air and planted his fat cockhead on my hole simultaneously jerking off his wet cock and forcing it inside my resistant hole. He sank his body weight on top of me forcing half his cock into my hole and began shooting his second load. It hurt like a bitch, but once it started happening I didn't want it to stop til he was satisfied. He pushed the rest of dick deep into me and held it there. Marcus looked over at the clock and responded, "Damn it's 10PM already, do you guys wanna shower up and maybe head to a bar or something? Maybe come back here afterwards and have another fuck sesh?" We were all in agreement with Marcus' plan. We walked a couple blocks to catch a bus to head off campus and out of town to check out the bar scene. We all looked like some normal looking young fellas out for a good time. We stopped into a bar and grabbed some beers. It was pretty chill. As it got later, a group of bridesmaids came in dressed up in there typical tiaras, penis shaped...every novelty imaginable and were already drunk...and obnoxious. Shawn and I rolled our eyes and started making snarky comments. Marcus however was staring at the bride-to-be. Sometimes I forget that he's supposed to be straight. Or is straight...still has his girlfriend Chloe and they still live together and fuck. But again, sometimes it catches me off guard when I see him undressing a sexy young girl with his eyes. Part of me wondered if we could get her home with us and I could get Marcus to breed his POZ load into her pussy, the night before her wedding. Fuck, it sounds hot, but also like maybe I'm having some sick thoughts about stealthing a soon to be bride, thinking about how she'll probably give it to her husband. I realized I'm hard as a rock in my jeans, and they aren't doing a good job at hiding it. I turned around toward the bar and ordered three shots of tequila and said to the boys, "We've probably worn out our welcome here, let's finish off with a shot of tequila and head out." Marcus and Shawn in their own ways happily agreed to the decision. Marcus did steal another longing look at the bride to be. We settled up our tab and started walking past the other bars toward the bus stop. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," Shawn loudly whispered as he ducked away from the bar windows to hide behind Marcus and I. Marcus replied, "Why you buggin' man?" Shawn said, "Look inside that bar," pointing toward the end of the bar, "that's my old Poli-Sci classmate that kinda raped me I told you about." Marcus and I looked at a very good looking and muscular jock drunkenly clinging to both the bar and his drink. The guy had on what looked like a painted on t-shirt and jeans, showing off quite a body. Even in his drunken state, his face was beautiful, and sad/angry looking. Shawn began to walk faster, trying to get away, while Marcus and I just stood there staring at our friend's rapist. Shawn stopped ten or fifteen feet away saying, "COME ON! I can't let him see me!" Marcus laughed, then I laughed. Shawn said, "What the hell is wrong with you two?" Marcus looked at me with a full knowing glance then spoke to Shawn, "Do you think that hot drunken jock in there is gonna hurt you when Nick and I are here with you? Let's go in." I wholeheartedly agreed. But Shawn was giving us his adamant protests...as Marcus and I sandwiched him between us and forced him through the doorway. We had to literally push Shawn up to the bar right beside his assailant. I ordered us all beers, then loudly told the bartender to, "get this guy a drink too." That caught his attention and he groggily looked up at me, "Do I know you? I didn't ask for a drink." as he started to puff up a bit. That's when he noticed Shawn between Marcus and I. He was visibly caught off guard. Perfect. He said to Shawn, "Oh. It's you. Hadn't seen you in awhile, you skipping class a lot?" Shawn was silent, but Marcus jabbed his finger into Shawn's side forcing him to speak, "Uhm, no. I dropped that class." The jock just shook his head in the affirmative then looked down and said, "I gotta take a piss." "Shit," I said, "he's probably baling." But just in case I slid down to his drink I bought him and dropped half a xanex I had in my pocket into it. I always take one xanex with me when I go anywhere in public because I suffer from extreme general anxiety disorder. I've never ever thought about doing what I just did, but inside I furious with this jock prick who raped my friend and got away with it like he was entitled to. Marcus and I already knew what we were going to do to him the second we saw him and all it took was a knowing glance between the two of us before we entered the bar. I looked at Marcus, and he walked off toward the restroom. He was in and out and back in 30 seconds. He said, "He's in there, I think he'll be back." Shawn looked confused and scared he asked us, "Guys? What's going on?" I looked at him firmly and said, "He raped you. Even if you enjoyed it a little bit and even if you blew your load, HE RAPED YOU. You told him, "NO." Shawn responded to us both, "Look guys, I understand, I know you want to protect me too, but can't we just let it go? Please?" Marcus responded this time, "Shawn, if we just "let it go" then he's going to do it again, and again, and again. Maybe not to you, but someone else. Do you want other people to go through that too? He's probably already done it to other people, most likely since he was in high school." Shawn said, "I don't know guys. You're not going to hurt him are you?" I said, "Yeah, we are Shawn. But I'm going to make sure he understands why, and we aren't going to send him to the hospital or anything, he just needs to learn a lesson." The jock came back looking more sobered up and downed his laced drink and looking at Shawn said, "See you guys later, I gotta go find some tail." I grabbed the jock's arm, man his arm was nice...and said, "You going back to campus? I think our buddy Shawn is too drunk to get us back and we're just here visiting our buddy. Do you think you could get us back to his dorm? I'm not sure which one it is." Shawn picked up on our plan and began to act drunk and tired. The guy looked at Shawn then us and said with a smirk, "Yeah, I know where Shawn lives, I can take you there. Do you two have a hotel in town?" I lied and said, "Yeah, we'll probably head back to the hotel once we get Shawn settled in." The frat boy got us back to Shawn's dorm, and we all entered. I began taking Shawn's clothes off, and asked the jock-boy to help me. He quickly obliged, although I could tell the drink and xanex were kicking in as he fumbled with Shawn's buttons on his jeans. He began to pull Shawn's pants off of him, and I watched as he tried to discretely grope Shawn's ass. We had Shawn down to his tight undies and onto his bed. Shawn acted like he was already passed out. The frat jock said, "You guys headed back to your hotel? I can watch after him." I went over to the fridge and grabbed three beers as Marcus said, "Yeah but I think we'll have a beer first," he pulled out a THC vape pen and asked him, "you like to get a little high with us first?" Free weed, or THC in this case, caused the dumb jock to not worry as much about getting Marcus and I out of Shawn's dorm. Marcus and I knew he only wanted us out of there so he could rape him again. I thought, "Not tonight bitch. You're going to get what's coming to you." I brought back the beers to Marcus and the boy as he was exhaling a huge cloud of THC. Jockboy was sitting next to Shawn on his bed and started coughing and hacking, I handed him the beer and he took a big swig of it. I asked him, "So what's your name man? I'm Nick and this is Marcus. Shawn never told us your name." He looked at us with hazy eyes and said, "I'm David. Wait, Shawn told you guys about me?" Marcus responded, "Yeah man, he told us about a really good looking guy he had a crush on in his Poli-Sci class like day one." The guy, I mean, David, looked confused and said, "Oh. I knew he stared at me a lot, kinda creeped me out, but I didn't know he had a crush on me." That began a long conversation and as the weed and alcohol set in on David, he wasn't so anxious for us to leave. Before long an hour had passed, and David had passed out. Marcus and I fell asleep too, but not before removing David's shoes, socks, shirt and undoing his pants. We also set an alarm on our watches to make sure we woke up before David did. 8AM rolled around and right on time Marcus and I were wakened. We quickly got undressed down to our underwear, enjoying each other's body's along the way. We were both already erect. We woke Shawn, and told him he did a good job last night playing along and to just follow our lead. Next Marcus and I tied David's arms to the bed then tightly knotted some rope around David's ankles. We continued gently pulling his pants down, much to our delight he hadn't worn underwear. His erection was average, nothing to brag about. Typical. David moved around a little when we pulled his pants off, but Marcus and I were quick to tied his ankles to the end of the bed. I got out my phone and asked Shawn if he'd like to suck David cock while I videod. He happily obliged. Personally I know Shawn's mouth skills were excellent and in minutes David was waking up. It took him a minute to realize the entirety of the situation. He was naked, tied to a bad, Shawn was sucking his cock while I caught everything on video. David said, "What the fuck!?!? What the hell do you think you're doing?" I put my phone down and straddled David's lean tanned chest, I'd already shucked my underwear at this point. I showed David the video that I expertly captured. It looked as if he had his arms above his head, but not tied, and he was thoroughly enjoying a guy suck on his cock." I thought it was funny that Shawn continued sucking David's cock this whole time. He could've quit any time after I had got the video. Shawn's a good bottom boy. haha. David had a massive look of panic on his face. Marcus and I explained to him in no uncertain terms that this was direct karma and payback for what he did to Shawn in that bar alley. David protested and said that Shawn wanted it, because he stared at him all the time. It took several minutes before we finally got it through the dumb jock's head that he did indeed rape Shawn. He cried, and apologized to Shawn, to me, to Marcus. He begged us to let him go. HA! I got off of David while Shawn stood up looking down at him. He looked at David in his crystal clear hazel eyes and got on top of him, he placed David's cock in between those beautiful ass cheeks and began teasing David's cock tip in and out of his hole. David moaned then realizing the scene said, "Please? I'm not gay man, don't do this." Shawn laughed and retorted, "Didn't I beg you not to fuck me that night? Not to rape me? This time I want it. You don't want this?" As he slid fully down onto David's achingly hard cock. David couldn't help himself, he moaned and tried to hide the pleasure on his face as Shawn began to ride his bare cock. Marcus walked up to David's open moaning mouth and pushed his massive dick into his mouth. David quickly moved his head to get the cock out of his mouth and said, "No, not that. I'm not a cocksucker." Marcus slapped him. Shawn told Marcus, "No, David slapped me much harder than that when he finished raping me. Slap him one more time, but leave a mark." Marcus slapped David again, and job well done. He left a bright red mark and a slightly stunned David. Marcus said, "You're sucking my cock or I'm fucking your ass. It's your choice. Although, you might want to consider sucking me off since I was born HIV positive." David wasn't a complete idiot. He at least knew the risk of HIV transmission via a blowjob was virtually non-existent, and he also knew Marcus' huge cock would definitely injure his hole and likely give him HIV. So he leaned his head up and took Marcus back into his mouth. I was feeling quite left out. So I set up my phone to record all of this, and decided I'd crawl in between David's legs and suck on his balls while Shawn rode his cock and Marcus facefucked the poor frat boy. I got into position, admiring Shawn's thick ass bobbing up and down on David's dick before spreading David's legs and driving my long wet tongue into his hole. I heard David groan around Marcus' cock and his body reacted to my expert rim job. Soon I worked a finger into his hole. I finger-banged his prostate as I heard Marcus say, "Swallow it bitch! Swallow it or I'll jam it in your ass." This had me incredibly erect as I watched my fingers work in and out of David's hole. I had three fingers in him now and was working a fourth in. I could hear David begin his climax. I hadn't cum yet though. I quickly positioned myself against my hand that was working David's hole and made a swift transition of my hand with my cock. I was now fucking David raw. He immediately noticed the difference and between heavy breathing and his impending orgasm quizzed me, "You don't have HIV do you? Please don't cum in me!" I assured him I had tested negative just a month ago. I didn't volunteer the facts that I had stopped my PrEP and been letting Marcus breed me without his meds. So I wasn't lying really. I actually didn't know my status to be honest. My thick curved cock was positioning my mushroom dickhead directly against David's prostate, this set him off. He was panting and his entire body was covered in sweat, shaking and tensing up. David said, "Oh my god! What are you doing? It feels like you're jacking me off from the inside!" "I'm pounding your pussy's g-spot," I said, "just enjoy it. It's a hidden pleasure zone most men never use. You're going to have the biggest orgasm in your life." David was a mass of flexing muscles speaking gibberish as he finally erupted inside of Shawn. David screamed out as his body spasmed over and over, blasting ropes of cum deep into Shawn, which of course, had Shawn gushing his load all over David's body. Not to be left out, I growled loudly as I filled his bitch ass full of my questionable load. As Shawn was coming off his cum-high, he slowly slid off of David. I kept fucking his hole, but got into a better position, knowing that I was now pounding his prostate like a half fuck-god, half machine. David was slightly less erect, but his body was totally limp from the exhaustion. I continued my assault on his pleasure button deep inside him and just as I was blasting another load into him his cock jumped and jumped and started spewing cum all over himself. I gently began pulling out as I grabbed his head and slid my tongue into his mouth. For a second he resisted, but his body was completely worn out. He had no fight or energy left. He began to kiss me back until my cock was fully out of his hole. Marcus and Shawn were already cleaning up and just watching the scene unfold. We had to leave David tied up for awhile longer to ensure we were able to have a long discussion about everything that happened. Everything that happened with Shawn before he had to transfer classes up until the present, as Shawn was giving him a sponge bath.

This aggressive top guy at a local university wants to rough brush my hole. I’m into the idea cause he is so aggressive/masc/tatted etc. But he told me “it will be brutal” if I let him. And I’ll be restrained. anyone have experience with this? How bad is it?

Thank you my friend @Monster5-8gPA. I am pleased you are liking the beginning, and where it is going 😈

Oh, I’m sorry - was this meant as a real question? IN, for fucksake, every slick, warm, white drop of it, deposited as deep as physics will permit. When I can feel a Top using all his strength to bury himself as deep inside me as possible and then holds that position suddenly, I know he’s allowed himself to enjoy a complete, unfettered, uninhibited release inside my body purely for his own satisfaction. That is Everything, in that one moment. I am marked, claimed, conquered, owned. How can squirting on my hole possibly compare to that?

For me? its power and agency, I've been in many situations where I was powerless even if it's for a while, in my headspace being able to choose to take power or to surrender it is very potent and arousing to me that's how I can experience these fetishes and not feel abused.

I've got no teeth, most Tops I've sucked off love it because they can go really deep and not worry about getting scraped. They like that I can put a lot of pressure on their cock with my gums.

Part 10 - The Long Three Months I walked in with coffees at 9am since I didn't want the day to go to waste. Sean and Joshua asleep and Brad somewhere between sleep and awake pulled me back in to bed after placing the cups down on the bedside table, the smile I saw on Sean's face as he slept said it all. Happily I got back in to bed and his arms quickly kissing and giggling as he laid on top of me rubbing his cock against my ass. I could sense it wouldn't be long before we really sealed our love for each other. The giggling woke Joshua who turned in bed laying on his back. Joshua turning his head looking at Sean and smiled "Morning, so what does this mean?" he asked him completely infatuated. Sean stroked the side of Joshua's face "You tell me, I know I like you" Sean replied. "I have never had a boyfriend or anything serious" Joshua replied. Sean ran his hand down Joshua's body "Same here, will you be my first?". Joshua grinned "Yeah I would really like that". "Neat" Sean said smiling "I have a boyfriend", Joshua laughed and leaned over to kiss him. Joshua raised his head "Shall we go annoy them?" he asked grinning. They crept out of bed and stood either side of us, both with mischief in their eyes they quickly got in bed thinking they had the element of surprise but Brad quickly got Joshua on his back pinning him to the bed and biting his nipples, the squeals of pleasure from Joshua his legs trying to hook round Brad's body to squeeze him was futile. I didn't fight Sean off and let him pin me down 'bring it on' I said giggling but he just wanted to kiss and hug me. They way our friendship with Sean and Joshua developed it would end up being a very intimate and close one bonding the four of us as almost lovers. Happy and confident with our own partners we enjoyed a love and respect from each other beyond what we could imagine. Since the guys had to be back in Dallas today Steve suggested well almost over pushy that we all drive up for the day and Brad was adamant that is what we should do. And so it was agreed that Joshua would come up with us so he could spend more time with Sean. We arrived just after 1pm. It was fair to say that Joshua and Sean were completely different people today, the power of love I guess. We had lunch then walked finding ourselves downtown and on the expensive shopping street. Mike joked that we should go in to JJ's boutique and I remembered the message Marcus sent me, entering the manager walked straight over to me. "How nice to see you again, I have been expecting you" he said guiding us over to the private fitting lounge. I was quite stunned by his remark "How did you know I would be coming today?" I asked. Steve and Brad held back and grabbing Joshua and Sean "Let him go in first" Brad said. Opening the door I walked in and stood there taking in the scene for a moment then burst out crying running, Eddie stood there and swept me up in his arms swinging me around and kissing me. It was an outpouring of emotions seeing him that I hadn't realised I was holding in, eventually he put me down still hugging me tightly. God how I missed being in those arms, his smell and his body made me ache for him. "You didn't think I was going to miss your 21st birthday did you" Eddie said wiping the tears from my face. I hugged him as hard as I could "I'm so happy to see you" I said "why didn't you say something?". "You know I can't. Anyway they helped put this together" he replied as the door opened. Eddie pulled away "Brad" he said smiling walking over and kissing him "please tell me you two are an item now". Brad nodded and Eddie hugged him "Finally got the courage and thank you for coming" Brad said. "About time you fool" Eddie said kissing and hugging Brad again. "You knew as well?" I asked Brad who smiled, Joshua and Sean stood there mouths open looking at Eddie. "Ah the two guys in the picture" Eddie said walking towards them with me. "This is Joshua and Sean, boyfriends as of this morning" I said. Eddie laughed "What you want a kiss and hug as well?" he asked Joshua. He nodded "Fuck yeah" he said hugging and feeling Eddie all over "Sean ya gotta feel this" he laughed. Eddie smiled "Wow, sorry Tom I found a new toy" he laughed saying hello and hugging Sean. Mike and Eddie hugged saying hello "Jacob had to fly to Europe today" Eddie said as we went to sit down. "That's okay, did he send me those parcels?" I asked Eddie. Eddie smirked "I sent them for him and helped choose the suit" he replied. "I love the suit, thank you, tell him I said thanks" I said sitting next to him. Eddie laughed "Your kidding right. Your the only person that can sell his product without working" he said. "Oh you mean the polo shirts yesterday" I asked laughing. "Yup" Eddie replied "it is the first time they have had to take pre-orders" he said. The manager brought us drinks in and took the others in to the boutique, they were allowed 2 pairs of underwear and 1 polo shirt each. Eddie went on to explain that the gagging clause was still holding and for him to risk everything to see me was a calculated one but he had to take it. Of course I understood we couldn't go out of the boutique together and chance being seen together. As a thank you for the photo they took Jacob had arranged for Joshua and Sean to choose a suit each, they were both overwhelmed, Sean had never had anything like it and asked Mike to look after it at his apartment. To quickly it was over and we had to head back to Medina and the boutique was about to close. Eddie left half an hour before me through the back entrance, Brad went off to fetch the SUV as we had quite a lot of boxes and bags. Joshua clearly knackered fell asleep on the back seat and woke just as arrived outside his parents house. "Going to have a problem explaining this suit to them" he laughed getting out of the SUV. I got out and walked round to his side "Tell them the truth that it was a gift from the designer" I said. "Yeah they will believe that" he laughed "Thanks both of you, I had such a great time" he said to us both. Brad smirked "Your welcome at the ranch whenever you want" he said. "So I have this big party next weekend, will you both come, Sean may come with Mike" he asked almost pleading. I nodded "We would love to" I replied looking at Brad who nodded in agreement. Strangely sad when we drove away, after having so much fun over the weekend with people we have come to love so dearly as friends, it was quiet, but also nice to have normality back if you could call Brad and I normal. Both pretty knackered we put the boxes of clothes on the closet floor and crashed on the bed. Brad's hand began wandering along my body then finally slipping under the elastic of my underwear, passing over my cock and balls his hand ventured further down, my eyes opened and quietly moaned as I felt his finger circle around my hole. He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips before spearing me with tongue, it was a hard rough kiss unlike any I had encountered with him before but it was turning me on to the point my ass was lifting off the bed as he continually fingered and circled my hole. His hand left my hole but his kissing continued to intensify, his fingers expertly manoeuvring the elastic waist band down freeing my cock and ass from it's light fabric. My hands worked down Brad's body feeling how erect his cock was, I knew it wanted to be freed so I pushed his underwear down. I had never seen or felt him so turned on like this, naked laying there our bodies so close together. My body was being pushed over until I found myself laying on my stomach. His entire body seemed to slide over my back in to position very easily, I raised my head in anticipation as I knew what was about to happen. He was rock hard and positioned his cock head and tried to push in. "Ow ow ow! Brad wait! You can't go in dry, you need something to lube it" I said, he looked around quickly but there was nothing to use. His body lifted off my back and I felt the warm saliva from his mouth at my hole, his finger worked some of it in before depositing more. I heard him spit on his hand and rub it around his cock. His body loomed over me again and he kissed my neck 'I love you so much Tom' he said putting his cock head against my hole and started to push. This time my hole yielded, and instantly Brad felt his cock surrounded by an intense heat. It was so different than anything else he had experienced. Tighter. Warmer. I moaned at his partial penetration, thankful it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, I pushed back until his cock was buried deep. Brad started to pull out slowly, only to push back in. He held my hips laying down his full body weight on me and he began to slowly fuck me with a grinding accuracy relishing the sensation. My body responding and pushing up wanting him so badly, he felt so good and different. The sensation was beginning to be more than Brad could stand and I knew he was about to blow. He moaned loudly against me ear 'I'm gonna cum real soon' he warned me, I raised my head and met his mouth kissing him just as hard as he had kissed me earlier. He moved his arm and cushioned my neck and kissed me back 'Oh Brad, fuck me, really fuck me' I said out of nowhere. Brad started to pound me harder gradually he would increase the intensity testing my threshold and trying to hold back as his cock slammed in and out of my ass. My whole body seemed to come alive once again as I moaned louder with the powerful pounding I was getting from my step-brother. His orgasm started with an odd sensation like his balls were constricting enhanced by the sensation of them slapping against my ass hard. Then with a loud "Ahhhhhh!" Brad fell forward and the knot released, I could feel his cock spasming through my ass. Brad's body shook from the physical sensation like his balls were free releasing their contained payload directly in to my ass. At that moment when I realised Brad was breeding me I came 'holy fuck' Brad cried out in pleasure as my hole tightened and gripped on his cock almost pulling what cum was left out of his balls. My hand gripping on to the sheet under me for support feeling my load escaping and his flowing in to me binding our love together. Slowly our bodies relaxed from their euphoric state, half expecting him to make a quick withdrawal I was wrong. He continued to lay on top of me his groin gently grinding his cock deeper inside, kissing my neck telling me how much he loved me. He showed no sign of going soft and I was in heaven just feeling him inside my body, I turned my head and kissed him professing my love for him. Suddenly my head fell forward and I moaned as he began to fuck me again, a steady unmistakable rhythm from his hips his breathing heavy and erratic for several minutes. He cried out pushing up hard shooting a second load in to me. Our heads so close together feeling his warm breath as he panted and moaned my name over and over. A happy sensation washed over both of us we laid in bed together that night in each others arms, our love and bond would never be tested or broken not matter what was thrown at us. The downside some would say was that night the beast was unleashed in Brad, discovering a new love for sex. I knew he was sex mad with girls but this was a whole new level even for Brad, he just couldn't get enough of it and me. I confess there were many days during that week I walked around loaded, he had a knack of breeding so deep that it took a few hours for the cum to reveal itself and when it did it usually caught me off guard, I was beginning to think that maybe I should invest in some adult diapers to help me get through the day. I met up with Joshua several days during the week and took him a birthday card on the Thursday when we met during his lunchbreak, he seemed a little distracted when we sat down and he started to tell me that he had a message from Mike saying that Sean got in to trouble with his family and was having a very difficult time, the photo of him with Joshua and me had got back to his family, saying there were unhappy was an understatement. His older brother had beaten him and was now driving him to and from work preventing him from going out and seeing anyone. "It's all over before it begun" Joshua said looking completely devastated. I held his hand "I'm so sorry Joshua" I said looking at him my heart was breaking for him. When I left Joshua I felt so responsible for what had happened, I knew Sean was working a late shift today from 2pm to 10pm. I stood outside the bank, it was a risk and I had no idea what I was doing but I got in to the SUV and headed for Dallas arriving just after 4pm I parked outside the diner and looked so see if he was there. I knew calling Mike would be no use as he was in LA, so I got out and walked inside seeing him working in the prep area. I was shocked to see he had a bruise under his eye, he saw me and shook his head a frightened look on his face. I sat down at a table close to where he was working and ordered a coffee. After 10 or so minutes he finally stood at the wall just out of view but enough that I could see and talk to him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I glanced at him "You know why, Joshua is so devastated" I said seeing him wipe his eyes. "I can't, I am already in so much trouble with my family" he replied nervously. I was at a lost what to do and just blurted it out "Come back with me" I said. Sean looked at me "You mean leave?" he asked "Really, can I come with you?" he said moving forward a little. "Yes, I mean I don't know what I am doing but I can't leave you here" I said turning in my seat. "Your not joking I can come with you?" he asked me again. I nodded "If you want to be with Joshua we can sort things out" I said seeing the tears falling down his face. Sean wiped his face "Back door, 5 minutes" he said slipping out of view. I finished my coffee and paid then drove around to the back door of the diner leaving the engine running, it was quiet round the back. The door opened and Sean came out carrying a trash bag like normal, he put it in the bin looking around he took the apron off and threw it against the door and ran over to SUV. He climbed in the back seat and laid down looking scared. I drove out of the parking lot calmly and on to the freeway back to Medina. I told him we were out of Dallas and could hear him crying in the back from relief. I drove back to the ranch without stopping and into the garage and walked Sean to our bedroom. Brad was just coming in from swimming and smiled seeing Sean but his face soon changed when he saw how distraught and bruised he was. I sent a message to Joshua telling him Sean was at Medina and to come over. It was one thing rescuing him like that but I hadn't really thought things out or what consequence could lay ahead. I also hadn't bargained on Seth noticing me coming back and he appeared at the door to our bedroom. He was shocked seeing Sean, he quickly looked him over making sure he was alright and asking if he had any pain. When he was happy he beckoned me to go to the family room. I had a feeling that I might have overstepped the mark this time. He was more annoyed that I put myself at risk if I had been seen as we saw what his family could do. We sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes before I said that I had enough money to get him set up only to be shot down by him as quickly as I spoke. Seth stood up and walked and got us both a bottle of water "Was he in a lot of trouble?" he asked. I nodded "Yes, I couldn't leave him being treated like that" I replied as Seth sat down. "He will need to keep a low profile until things cool down" he said to me. "I know" I said agreeing with him "It's hard to see that happening and I kind of know how it feels". Seth nodded knowing what I was referring to "Okay, he can stay here and help on the ranch for his keep". I thanked and hugged Seth for at least understanding the reason why I did it. Joshua came over and the next few weeks he and Sean became a serious couple and Sean was welcomed by Joshua's family. Having Sean living on the ranch certainly changed our lives, our parents grew to love him so much he was included as part of the family but still keeping a very low profile and hardly ever ventured off the ranch. Some evenings Sean would creep in to bed with us enjoying a kiss and cuddle but he always gave us our space. Joshua's party was good fun, his parents a little reserved when meeting Sean and suspicious he was more that just a friend. Joshua was partly open about his sexuality with his parents but they assumed it was just a thing he was going through, secretly they assumed there was more to Sean's presence. It didn't cause any problems but Joshua didn't throw it in his parents face. Joshua had also passed his accountancy exam so it was a double celebration that night. The difficult part was seeing many of the people I was in school with many of whom knew who I was and wanted photos with me, in some way I was actually struck how much people knew about me even though I kept myself shut away at the ranch. Sean was working out with Brad and I and developing some much sought after muscle, as a person he seemed to change so much and was a lot happier escaping from his life in Dallas. I was helping around the ranch with Sean, we loved spending time together joking around and laughing as we worked, stealing kisses when no one was looking. Life was going good that I had forgotten about the weeks flying by. The coming weekend was due to be another scorcher, Joshua was coming over to stay for the weekend as usual and it was decided we would go down to the river Saturday afternoon. We tried to persuade Mike to come down but he had volunteered to cover a New York flight Friday evening then overnight and fly back Saturday morning, if he had time he would come down later as Steve was in Mexico working with Patricia in Cabo San Lucas. Sean would send a weekly email to his parents that was brief saying he was okay and happy, they would reply telling him to come home and talk but he would always reply with a no. The flight was a horrible one being a Friday night and Mike soon realised why the cabin manager's hated doing this route at this time of day. It was full of partying people heading for a long weekend, so he breathed a sigh of relief when the last passenger disembarked and he could finally get to the airport hotel for a few hours sleep before the return flight at 9am. The limousine pulled up at 7am outside the impressive Manhattan mansion off Central Park, Marcus stood at the door hurrying Jacob along who as usual always found something else he needed to do last minute. Marcus finally getting him in the car looked at the photo Jacob was studying. "How long until the event?" Marcus asked. Jacob eased back in the seat "Three months, I don't know if he will come" he replied sighing. Marcus looked out of the window "Or if he will ever do it again" he said "But you got Eddie so it's a start". The limo pulled up to the airport terminal and they checked in proceeding to the first class lounge where Jacob and Marcus caught up on some emails congratulating them for the nominations. Heading down to the plane they were welcomed on board by the dashing cabin manager who smiled and directed them to their seat. Jacob chuckled and told Marcus to focus on the map and not the cabin manager. Marcus studied the map all through the take off and climb before the inflight service started. He put the map on Jacob's lap 'dammed if I know where this place is'. Mike picked up the manifest and read through the first class passengers stopping and chuckling at the name of the two in seat 2A and 2B Marcus and Jacob Jansen wondering if it was actually the designer. The cabin attendant came back and with the order for two lime and sodas and coffees for 2A and 2B she reeled off then disappeared taking other drinks. Mike prepped the drinks and headed out of the galley. Jacob was reading the map and Marcus looking at both the pictures of the model wearing the jock strap and baseball cap. It still took his breath away when he looked at how striking the picture was and how Eddie had caught him so sexually. "Your drinks gentlemen" Mike said approaching the seats. "Thanks" Jacob said looking up. Mike noticed the picture on the table "Stunning isn't he" he said. Marcus chuckled holding both pictures up "Which do you like best" he asked Mike. Mike smiled looking carefully "This one, it sort of makes you want to you know" he chuckled. "Yeah that's what Jacob thinks as well" he said waving the picture under Jacob's face. Mike finished placing the drinks "Hope you don't mind me asking but are you the designer?" he asked quietly. Jacob flashed a smile "I am he" he replied quietly then Mike pulled up the underwear band with the logo. Marcus laughed "Always nice to meet someone wearing my husbands clothes". "Do you need help finding somewhere in Texas?" he asked seeing the map Jacob was holding. "Not unless you know where this god dam Medina Ranch is, I only just found the town" Jacob said putting the map down. Mike chuckled and pointed to it on the map "Right there middle of no where" he laughed. Marcus chuckled "Oh very funny" he said looking at Mike. "No seriously right there, that is where Tom lives" he replied causing Jacob to look at him. "You know Tom?" Jacob asked surprised. Mike smiled "Yeah I stay at the ranch with him quite often, I met his friend Eddie in your shop". Jacob smiled and grabbed Mike hand "Thank you so much" he looked at Marcus "what luck". "Are you going to see him today then?" he asked Jacob who was looking at the map again. Marcus nodded "Yes we need to catch up with him" he replied. "Ah, you won't find him at the ranch he will down by the river today I am meeting them there later" Mike told them. Jacob looked up "Well Mike I need to ask, will you take us with you?" he asked. Mike nodded "So the three months is up then?" he asked as both looked at him in surprise. Jacob shook his head amused "How on earth would you know about the gagging clause?". "My boyfriends boss is Patricia Manon" he replied. Mike explained about how he met Steve that day when Tom quit modelling and they rescued him from Eric. He ended up with two unexpected passengers in his car that day after landing at Dallas and drove down to Medina. At the river Sean laid there so happy and content with his life and watching his boyfriend up to his knees in the river cooling down looking back at him. "You haven't posted anything on your feed recently " Joshua said returning from paddling in the river. I laughed "What should I post Brad and I kissing?" I asked him seeing a look of horror on Brad's face. Brad pulled me back down restraining me "Don't you dare" he laughed fighting my attempts to get free. Joshua handed me my phone "Unlock it let's take a picture of you sitting by the river" he suggested. I sat by the waters edge looking out across the river with the tress in background, I was only wearing shorts, Joshua kneeled down and took the photo 'Oh yes' he said handing me the phone. It was a brilliant photo and I tweeted it with the message 'Finding solitude and tranquillity in the sunshine'. I was also surprised to see my followers had reached 800k, it was bewildering why people would be following me as I was no longer modelling, the likes and tweets flooding in fast and furious form the photo. I joked about getting someone to manage this watching the likes going up and retweets, messages coming in from all angels. Brad started teasing me so I jumped up and laid on top of him, he looked up at me 'I love you' he said stroking my face and pulling me in to kiss, his hands quickly removed my shorts, his aim was to get me naked and he started pushing the Jacob strap down. I was aware of what he was doing and pretended to fight back until I saw it land several meters away. Joshua and Sean were paddling in the stream laughing holding each other and kissing. Marcus laughed seeing the tweet as the car travelled down the dirt track to the line of trees. The rustling in the trees disguising the sound of Mike's car pulling up behind my SUV. The tall handsome man walked through to the clearing quietly and picked up the jock strap smiling. Joshua and Sean saw him standing there and stopped somewhat stunned to see someone else here and unsure who he was. "Still wearing my underwear Tom?" Jacob said causing us both to jump forgetting I was naked. Brad stood up "Who the fuck are you?" he asked as Jacob threw the jock strap at me. "Jacob" I said stunned running over to him naked and in to his arms where he kissed and hugged me. "Oh god it's so good to see you Tom" Jacob said putting me down. Fumbling to put the jock strap back on "This is Brad my step-brother and boyfriend" I said introducing him. "Brad this is Jacob, he is the designer I modelled for " Brad shook his hand. "Nice to meet you" Brad said waiting as Jacobs mind ticked over finding it amusing. "So hang on, step-brother and your boyfriend?" Jacob asked pointing to us both. I smiled at Jacob "Yes" I replied and Brad kissed me. "Shit you country folks are so backwards" Jacob said laughing looking around "amazing place" he said. I smiled and walked him down to the water "And these two our friends..." I started but he cut me off chuckling. "I know these two" he said "Sean and Joshua" they laughed and shook hands in awe at the stunning looks of the designer standing there. "How long are you going to be it's dam hot here and this is the back of beyond" said another voice appearing. Jacob looked over his head "Take your clothes off and go for a dip, Brad this is Marcus my husband". Marcus walked over "TMCT I told you to hang tight" he said kissing me then looking at Brad grinning. I chuckled "My boyfriend and step brother Brad" I said introducing him. Marcus laughed "Keeping it in the family, oh, not sure which of you is sexier" he kissed Brad on the cheek. Mike appeared and we ran over to say hello "Sorry I met them on the plane" he explained laughing. I went back to Jacob "What are you doing here Jacob?" I asked sitting down on the blanket with Brad. "You ran off and boy did you upset Patty big time, the amount of money she is loosing now" he said chuckling. "Sorry" I replied "but I had to get out and I didn't know there was a gagging order in place". Jacob hugged me "Why didn't you tell me things were bad I would have flown over and helped you" he said. "I know but you don't owe me anything and I had to deal with this" I replied looking at him. Jacob smiled "Tom you have no idea how much in debt to you I am" he said as I just sat looking confused. "What do you mean?" Brad asked a little overcome by seeing the real Jacob in the flesh. "Everything he models just sells out within days" Jacob said ruffling my hair. Marcus approached having cooled down "Love to see you two model together" he said sitting next to Brad. Brad pulled a strange face "Seriously that is weird" he replied laughing. Jacob nodded "I could see that. Anyway that's why I am here is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked. Brad stood "Come back to the ranch and talk. Marcus you can cool down properly in the pool with us". Marcus jumped up grabbing Brad "Show me the way sexy" he said to a laughing Brad. "Careful" I said to Marcus "the four of them together are a handful" I warned him. Jacob stood and looked around again "I can see why you come here it is so beautiful and quiet". I smiled "Best place to think and find peace" I said hugging him again. We packed up and drove back to the ranch house. Brad and Marcus hit it off chatting away. It was a little worrying to see how Brad would react around more gay men but he was pretty cool and genuinely seemed to like Jacob and Marcus. We piled out on to the terrace where everyone apart from Jacob and I dived in to the pool, we sat at the table to catch up and talk. Jacob smiled seeing Marcus and Brad hitting it off and laughing. Marcus no heeding my warning was soon overpowered by the Joshua, Sean and Brad whilst Mike looked on laughing. I watched them briefly and turned to Jacob "I am sorry about everything Jacob" I said. Jacob looked at me "I had him blacklisted" he replied "Eric I mean, no one knows the reason" he went on further. "Patty does" I told him "well that's part of the reason I left, she didn't believe me" I explained. Jacob leaned forward "Don't worry she is discreet and won't say anything, I know she wants you back" he said. I chuckled "She told me I would never model again" I said looking at the pool "I don't care though". He smiled "I want you back modelling Tom, just for me in New York" Jacob said looking at me. I leaned forward "I see, but what about Patty" I replied. Jacob chuckled "She can stop you signing up with agencies but not directly with the designer" he explained. "But why I mean modelling isn't really for me" I asked doubting if I really wanted this. "Tell me have you been out and been recognised?" Jacob asked me seriously. I nodded "Well yes here in Medina I was recognised" I replied. Jacob laughed "The Model Called Tom, you really have no idea how famous or in demand you are?". I shook my head "No, you know I didn't really pay much attention it was just photographs". Jacob looked seriously at me "I want you to be the face behind Man by Jacob" he said. I looked blankly at him "A what?" I asked looking completely stupid. Jacob chuckled "You become the face of my new menswear brand, we are creating it because of you". "Shut up" I said giggling "me, you created a brand because of me?" I repeated several times. "Yes" Jacob laughed "Young hip brand aimed at your age range and younger" he tried to explain it to me. "I don't know, I am happy here at Medina ranch" I said apologetically to Jacob. Jacob's smile faded a little "A model that can sell a range is a rare thing Tom". I turned to face him "I don't know, anyway Eddie was the one who really created me" I grinned fondly. Jacob laughed "Eddie will work on the project as well but only if your on board" he said. "If I said yes I am not leaving here, I love Brad and my friends to much" I said looking out at the pool. Jacob smiled "I will fly you up to New York, 3 days at most twice a month, you and Brad". I shrugged my shoulders and smiled "I have nothing to loose Jacob but only if Brad agrees". "Excellent" Jacob smiled "Can you fly up this week and we can sign contracts and get you started?". I laughed "I thought you came here as a friend not to get me working" I said to him. Jacob smiled at me "I do consider you as a friend Tom, in fact a close one that I hope I can trust". I looked confused at him "Trust in what?" I asked. "Man by Jacob" he said "it is not out there yet so you need to keep it secret until we are ready". "You can trust me Jacob, anyway you were the first person who was ever really nice to me in LA" I told him. Jacob laughed "I thought that was Eddie" he said catching me off guard with his whit. "As long as Brad can come with me I would be happy to" I replied unsure if I was making the right decision. Jacob nodded "Brad is quite a stunner but your step-brother, seriously!" he laughed. I looked at Brad "The person I have truly been in love with for so many years" I said then looked at Jacob. "There is one other thing I need to ask you" Jacob started to say and leaned over. "Am I going to like this?" I chuckled and he shrugged his shoulders. "There is an award event coming up, I would like you to attend with me" Jacob asked looking seriously at me. "Oh" I mumbled looking down "I don't think I am quite ready for that" I replied honestly. Jacob smiled "It's a couple of months off yet, but it is a big thing in the modelling world" he said. I sat there quiet for a moment "Why do you want me there?" I asked. "To show you off" Jacob laughed "and... you have been nominated for an award" he said grinning. I looked at Sean "Jacob can we bring Sean as well, I don't want to leave him by himself on the ranch, not yet anyway" I asked. Jacob smiled "Yes if you agree to come to the awards and only because it is you" he said. I sighed and shook my head "Are you blackmailing me" I laughed "you drive a hard bargain" I smiled at him. Jacob and Marcus stayed overnight at the ranch after a little coercing and blackmailing of my own, so they cancelled their hotel reservation in Dallas. Our parents were actually shocked for once meeting Jacob Jansen the man behind the fashion brand, yeah my mother knew about him she often wandered around the boutiques of his. They were interested in finding out what Jacob had offered me, my mother was very keen on the idea since I had shown no real interest at finding a proper job, she reminded me exactly how good I was and produced the photo I gave them wearing one of his suits for the first time. With the nine of us there dinner went on until well in to the early hours. Sean, Joshua and Mike had the spare bed in our room. Okay so the five of us did play a little, after all Brad still had an enormous crush on Joshua. Joshua, well he got over his crush for Brad, he really did have eyes only for Sean but they also agreed to have a relationship like Brad and I, purely so they could be in bed with us. Mike and Brad shared their first kiss that night, Mike couldn't believe how much of a randy buggar Brad had become, way more than me but it is was kept our friendships so special, having these intimate but not serious moments in our lives. Monday morning came around and Sean and I laid in bed watching Brad dressing, they were both looking forward to flying up to New York on Wednesday morning. Well it was bizarre for two reasons, flying north instead of west and no Mike on the flight that I was so use to. Jacob flew us to New York in first class which was Sean's first experience of flying. We were all like kids having never seen this city before, but we recognised landmarks from TV shows as the car drove us through midtown to Jacob's offices. We stepped out of the limo and looked at the sign near the doors, it wasn't blaring out at you, stylish and modest it read 'Home of Jacob Jansen Fashions'. It was a little intimidating rather like the day I walked in to Manon International as we went through the doors, only this time I was not a nobody. Two women standing in the reception rushed over greeting me by name and introducing themselves as part of JJF's marketing team. We were whisked up to the fifth floor and when the elevator doors opened we stepped into the fashionable offices of Jacob's headquarters, immediately I was surrounded by people that were so excited to meet me personally. Sean and Brad eyed up a couple of extremely buff models who were dressed in some tailored shirts. Walking past both of them acknowledged me and said hello using my name, one winked a Sean and Brad and did a double take before he disappeared in to the dressing suite, Brad and Sean were almost tempted to wander off and find him. Jacob came out of his office and beamed ignoring everyone else he almost flew across the floor to greet us...

Just spent the past 9 hours getting my arse raided & bred by big black cock! Got a msg on bbrt this afternoon from a slim/ripped hairy black Alpha bull top, he’d seen my ad & wanted a session breeding me, sent him my details & he was here within 30 minutes. I was gagging for him & was even more excited seeing how tall he was when he arrived! 6’3”!! He wasted no time when we got to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down, shoved me down on the bed & got his tongue deep in my pussy! I got hold of his fat 10” uncut dick & wanked it until he was ready to fuck my cunthole! His dick felt so good sliding in my arse, he went balls deep slowly the first few times them boom! He started destroying my cunthole plowing it as hard, fast & deep as he could, a proper bull fuck grunting & growling as I gripped his thick shaft. He had me face down on the bed plowing hard in me when he roared he was about to cum, balls deep in me I felt his dick pumping inside me. This stud has a quick recovery time, 10 minutes after breeding he was rock hard & back in my cunthole. 4 loads into the session he asked if I was into play with other guys, I said more the merrier! He got 2 of his mates to come join the fun! I now had 3 big black cocks to satisfy!! Pure heaven! One up my cunthole one one in my throat & the other playing with my nipples & cock. I’ve lost count of the number of loads the bred in me & how many orgasms the gave me, my cunthole is a squelching sloppy mess & my body is tingling all over!

Hey guys, well I've had a dry spell since I had relative staying here for two weeks. So by the time she left I was completely horned and in heat. On Sunday I posted a party ad and looking for now ad on BBRT. Had about 5 RSVPs 'yes', so I was prepared to be bred multiple times. Oink! Well the usual ratio flaked out (sad this happens) but then this guy showed up and walked into the bedroom, where I was laying in a harness, leather collar, and newly pumped nips. He was not what I expected at all as he had this shaggy strangely dyed reddish hair. But when he took his clothes off - voila! Beautiful ginger hairy chest and very large flaccid cock hanging down. Damn! I quickly found out that he was a Dom and knew how to handle and treat a pig in heat. He had me suck his cock and balls all over for about 20 minutes, all the time working my tits hard, which I love. I kept poppering and then he started to finger fuck me. Shit, that makes me beg to be fucked, which I did. After one attempt to mount me on my back, I then suggested doggy style facing the mirror. Well his cock hard must have been 8-9" true. Once he'd mounted and mated, he started fucking me, hard, all the time reaching under and working my tits. Hog heaven! I then clamped my tits and he kept pulling the chain while fucking for at least 20 minutes. This fucker had stamina. Finally his paced started to quicken, he started to moan, and said "I'm gonna breed you pig". Fucker, that turns me on so much to hear that! Then he seeded me deep for about 30 seconds, and stayed locked in. Finally we separated, he got dressed, and left. Now, I was totally in heat for more cocks so I went over to Slammer, which opens at 2 on Sundays. Cruised around, went into the dark backroom and a guy immediately reached out and started working my tits, as I started on his. Always amazes me how they go straight for 'em in the dark - Superman vision, I guess! Then another bear guy with great tits came and joined us. Then some guy must have crawled up and started sucking my cock. Fucker, tits and cock being worked, I was a pig in heat!! After about 15 minutes I said I needed a break and needed to be fucked. I cruised around a bit, sucked some cocks on the ramp, then went to the other darkroom. After a few minutes two hands reached out and started working my tits. Damn, turned out to be the first bear guy I'd met earlier, and then the second guy came in too. I had now taken my sneakers and jeans off so was naked as we worked each other, me leaning back on a leather bench. All of a sudden bear #1 started finger fucking my hole which was still full of cum. Poppers, tits being worked, being finger fucked, and high on some pot I was in total hog heaven ecstasy! I began jerking my cock and it took forever (thankfully) before I finally exploded and had one of the best orgasms ever. Was sorry I didn't get bred again but damn it was an excellent afternoon. OINK!!

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 6 I struggled to respond coherently. “Awww fuck yeah Daddy! Work my hungry cunt!” I mumbled as another of Daddy’s fingers went in my mouth. “Please Daddy!” I begged as my face turned to puppy, remembering the first time I saw the swollen cunt lips between puppy’s legs pulsing at me. “Good answer cuntboy. I knew that slammed up cunt would take control once you saw puppy’s cunt for yourself.” Daddy chuckled and gave my cheeks a gentle slap. “Go on cuntboy...climb back on that sling...puppy, jock that cock of yours and chain him up while I grab some more rigs. Cuntboy’s gonna need to be ready for his first fist.” and he wandered off. Bending over, puppy grabbed his jockstrap and hesitated for a few seconds...giving me a view of those swollen cunt lips. “Shit...” I thought, "how the fuck long has Daddy been working those cunt lips to get them to that point?” Puppy turned around, pulling the pouch over his cock and balls, reading my thoughts. “I met Daddy when I was 22, I’m 26 now.” Helping me up to my feet, puppy cupped my ass cheek and led me to the sling. Then I saw myself in the mirrored corner wall. I couldn’t believe how totally hot I looked. I took in my sweat slicked pecs now fully presenting themselves in the yellow piped harness and I grabbed my tits. My yellow jock pouch strained and I moaned seeing puppy’s reflection as he stood behind me, hands moving down my waist to my pouch, he growled and bit my neck. “Fuck yeah, cuntboy...we gotta get you a yellow swimmer jock and we’ll be a perfect pair...piss and fist for Daddy.” “Awww Man!” I eagerly agreed. “Fuck yeah cuntboy...climb on...” puppy directed. “Slide that cunt down a bit more. That’s it.” Puppy bound my ankles making sure my legs were spread wide open and moved on up and did my wrists. Strapping my bicep, puppy whistled, “That my cuntboy...is a beautiful sight.” and licked it. “Here puppy, slam your cuntboy with this.” Daddy laughed, handing it to puppy. “Fuck yeah Daddy, my fucking pleasure!” Puppy prepped and expertly guided the rig into my vein and slammed me. I felt the chems rush into me...but this time it was more intense...I panicked. Daddy leaned forward. Rubbing my pecs gently, Daddy tried to calm me down. “It’s ok boy, I gave you a bit more than what we’re gonna do. You’ll need it to take my fist the first time.” Before I knew it, the panic was replaced with the familiar deep hunger emanating from my cunt overtaking my body. “Good cuntboy...take my cock.” My head moved to the side and took Daddy’s cock in. “MMMMM....” I began to suckle, feeling the metal ring hit roof of my mouth as my tongue lapped the bottom of his shaft. “OK puppy, give me a slam and then do yourself.” commanded Daddy. “Cuntboy...concentrate on my cock for now.” I continued worshipping cock. “AWWWW FUCK!” Daddy exclaimed, his cock jerking in my mouth from the rush of chems now coursing through his veins. I continued on his cock...anticipating the coming session. Hearing the sounds of puppy slamming himself, Daddy pulled out. "I want to hear you ask for it, cuntboy," “Please Daddy, I want it!” "You want what? I didn't hear you, cuntboy." “YOUR FIST, DADDY! I NEED YOUR FIST! "Where do you want it, cuntboy?" "IN MY CUNT, DADDY! PLEASE, DADDY!" At the sight of my begging for fist, puppy howled..”FUUCK! YEAH CUNTBOY!” and sank his knees. With a wicked look in his eyes, Daddy winked at me and headed over to the toy shelf. Grabbing a large black butt plug, he walked over to puppy. “Puppy, present cunt!” Daddy loudly commanded. Puppy fell to his knees...his slammed-up cunt shot up as the swollen cunt lips bloomed and Daddy shoved the plug in, making sure the cunt lips securely held it tight. “FUUUCK!” puppy moaned with pleasure. Daddy leashed puppy’s collar and led him to the sling, securing it to the chain holding a bottom corner of the sling. “Get comfortable puppy, you’re in for a treat. You’re gonna watch cuntboy take a fist for the first time.” Daddy grabbed a stool. Placing it between my legs, he sat and proceeded put on another pair black rubber gloves. Sinking his hand in the tub of Elbow Grease, Daddy looked up, “Are you sure, cuntboy” “Yes, Daddy, I’m sure” I reassured him. “I want this...I need this.” Daddy began sliding the lube over his hands, “Do you trust me, cuntboy? I need to know.” Lying there, I looked at my Daddy and I knew I did even if we had only just met in person. I knew I wanted to give myself over to him. “Yes Daddy, I trust you.” He smiled, his right hand caressing my ass cheek with his fingers spread across it. "Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be your Daddy's hot little cunttoy." Slowly sliding toward my hungry cunt, “Uhhh...” I moaned as my ass involuntarily rose to meet Daddy’s hand. Daddy’s fingers began to circle my cunt lips...teasing them. I felt my cunt lips spread as Daddy’s fingers began their entry into my cunt...first one, then another two quickly followed. Before I could protest, his four cupped fingers were at the entrance of stretched cunt. “How you doing, cuntboy?” Daddy asked as he teased my cunt lips with his thumb and he slid in to the knuckles. I could feel my stretched-out cunt but there was no pain. The chems had taking care of that. “Shit yeah!” puppy growled, “You’re gonna love Daddy’s fist, cuntboy.” “Yes, Daddy, do it!” I begged. "Oh yeah, CUNTBOY!" Daddy growled, "open your cunt for DADDY! Take a deep breath, here it comes." I inhaled and Daddy pushed... ”Fuck!!!” I exhaled as I felt his knuckles sliding over my cunt lips. I was in ecstasy, feeling my cunt being ultimately fucked and filled. I was out of control knowing that I had just given my body over to Daddy... At the same time, I had never felt so connected to someone as I did at that moment to Daddy. As my cunt lips pulsed on his wrist, Daddy looked at my cunt and smiled, “ Cuntboy, that is one fucking beautiful cunt.” Daddy praised. Spreading his fingers open his hand moved in... my cunt spasmed. I was in heat. “OH GOD! PLEASE!” I yelled, my head rolling back. Daddy balling his fist, pushed a bit deeper opening my cunt like never before. “Deep breath cuntboy,” and Daddy started slowly pulling it out bit. I exhaled and his hand pushed it back inside my cunt. I grunted as his hand moved a bit faster now, pulling back and forth with a twisting motion. I didn’t want it to end. We continued like this for a while...Daddy exploring my slammed-up cunt with his fist as my plugged alpha looked on. Satisfied on my first go at his fist, Daddy pulled out, grabbed a towel and cleaned up his hands. He stood up, and walked up to and placed his fist at my lips. “You did good cuntboy. We’ve got lots of time to work on that cunt. Now look up.” Kissing his hand, I looked up ...and saw my sweat slick body splayed open presenting my cunt.... Taking a closer look, I sighed...my cunt lips were puffy and slightly extended...I was complete.

Moderator's Note: This part includes descriptions of sex with a woman. Normally, we would not allow that, but in this case, the straight sex serves to further the story of Marcus and Nick. If straight sex becomes a larger part of the narrative, it will have to be moved. For now, this is to warn you not to read on if reading about straight sex will be offensive to you. PART 4: Marcus, Chloe and I had all been working hard during the week and were counting the hours til the weekend, we had planned on going on a roadtrip together to an all inclusive resort in order to de-stress. We had Saturday night booked and we were excited about being able to unwind. Friday evening came and I got a text from Chloe saying, "Marcus should be home soon, we were texting earlier and thought it might be fun if we went ahead and traveled to the resort tonight to get the most of tomorrow as we could, what do you think?" I responded back that I was already packed so it'd be cool with me, but we didn't book a room for tonight. Chloe texted that she checked and there were many rooms still available. I got to Marcus and Chloe's apartment about an hour later, Chloe was the only one there so we waited on Marcus together and had some drinks, he'd have to be the DD and get us to the resort tonight. We chitchatted while we waited and imbibed on our cocktails. Chloe said, "Sooo, Marcus says you have a big dick?" "I don't know about all that, it's probably bigger than average but it's not as big as Marcus'," I responded. "Marcus' cock is fantastic, but it's actually a little too long, he can't get it all in me," Chloe sighed. Boy, did I know what she meant. Except, Marcus COULD get it all inside me. That made me smile. Chloe and I were getting kinda trashed, we finished off the tequila that we were going to take with us to the resort. Chloe texted Marcus to stop by the store to stock us up on liqour for our weekend. Chloe blurted out, "Can I see it?" "Huh?" I was dumbfounded. "Your hard cock," Chloe said matter of factly, "Can I see it? Marcus won't care, he talks about us all the time." Talks about us? Did she mean Chloe and Marcus or Marcus and myself? She was already on her knees in front of me on the couch rubbing my quickly stiffening rod through my jeans. I mumbled, "I don't think we should do this, I mean, you and Marcus..." Her small hands looked and felt good, especially when she whipped my boner out and started stroking it. I'm gay, but I'm not dead. Chloe was very beautiful too, I wish women did it for me. Although I guess they do, because she's stroking my hard cock right now, I just didn't know...Chloe engulfed my cock into her mouth and went down to my trimmed pubes in about 3 seconds. "ARGHHHHhhh...ahhhhhh, fuck that feels good," I surprised myself by saying. She was using her hands and mouth like her grandmother's life depended on it, and it was feeling crazy good. I just wish it were Marcus doing this to me instead. I closed my eyes and imagined it was him on his knees deep throating my dick and making me feel so hot. I felt her stand up with my cock still in her mouth working me over good. I kept my eyes closed and continued to think of Marcus' sexy mixed lips pistoning up and down on my hardness. Chloe came off my cock for a second and started forcing my dick into her pussy. My eyes flashed open and watched my bare cock breaking past her tight pussy lips with just spit for lube. I don't know what was going on, I'm so gay, but fuck this felt amazing. I started to speak in protest, but she covered my mouth with her hand and was riding me rough and hard. Chloe breathed into my ear, "Please, just give me this. I can't let Marcus cum in me, especially since his new insurance hasn't kicked in and he's not on his meds, and I NEED it, I need to feel a man cumming inside me." I shook my head "no," but she didn't stop, and I was getting close to cumming already. She was bouncing up and down on me so fast I couldn't help it. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and she started convulsing, her body was erratic and tensing up, she was CUMMING! I looked down to see my cock suddenly very wet with her juices and I immediately started blowing my load inside her, letting out a loud, "AHHHHHHH I'm cumming!" We cleaned up in silence. I felt guilty as hell. I didn't even want to do that but I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't look at her right now. Chloe could see the guilt on my face, "It's okay Nick. Marcus told me I could." "What do you mean?" I asked with a very confused look. "Look," Chloe answered, "Marcus knows I'm not comfortable with him cumming in me, and he also know how much I like to be filled with cum. So...he said if I could get you to fuck me, then it was okay." I sat there quite perplexed by her admission. I responded,"Chloe, you're gorgeous, but you know I'm gay, I didn't really want to do that." Chloe said, "Yeah yeah, I know. You like cock and ass, but you have to admit it felt good, and you were doing me a huge favor. Don't think about whether or not you wanted it. Just think of it as helping a friend out. It wasn't so bad was it?" "No," I said, "it wasn't bad at all, it's just...I don't know," Her phone dinged, it was Marcus and he was headed up. He came into the apartment and kissed Chloe, gave me a fist bump and said,"Damn, it smells like fuckin' in here." My face went bright red and he stared right at me, "Nick, dude, it's fine, I already know. She texted me before she hit on you. I'm just surprised you got hard." Relief filled me and also confusion again. I answered, "Well, I didn't really have a choice, my dick was acting on it's own accord." Chloe and Marcus laughed at that. Marcus quipped, "I know the feeling, sometimes you can't stop your dick from doing certain things." I was again, another shade of red, knowing full well, he was referring to breeding my hole even though he's straight. We loaded up the SUV and headed to the resort, after about 30 minutes of driving, everything was back to being normal. Our dynamic hadn't changed one bit, we were laughing and blasting music, having a great time together. It seemed like we were at the resort in mere minutes. Chloe and I started loading our weekend supplies and suitcases onto the luggage cart while Marcus got us a room. We met Marcus in the lobby and headed up to the room. Room 669, the irony wasn't lost on any of us. We all Snapchatted each other standing next to the room number on our door. We had a good laugh at that. But once the door opened, I noticed a very nice living room/kitchentte and through that was a big bedroom. We wheeled our haul into the room and began unloading. That's when I noticed there was one bed. Chloe actually noticed first and asked Marcus why he only got one bed. Marcus responded,"Uhm, because that's all they had. When you checked to see if rooms were available, you didn't ask what kiiiind of rooms." he laughed at that. "The couch pulls out to a hideaway bed anyway, so we're all good." We all set ourselves up and Chloe made everyone drinks. Marcus vaped some THC with his k-stick pen and we took tiny hits off of it. Chloe and I preferred alcohol. My head was spinning a bit, but in a good way. I suddenly felt really exhausted and mentioned I had to lay down before I FELL down. I told them to get up so I could pull the couch out. Marcus said,"We wanna stay up awhile, just go lay down in the bed It's a California King anyways." I knew not to argue, he's stubborn as hell. I promptly passed the fuck out. I don't know what kind of THC that was but I was floating. I felt someone taking my shoes off. "Good" I thought, I hate sleeping in my shoes, for that matter I hate sleeping with anything on. "Well, we can undress you," I vaguely heard Chloe say. "Here, let us help you." Did I say, "I hated to sleep with anyting on" out loud? I don't know for sure. Oh well, it felt like there were 8 pair of hands on me right now, pulling my clothes off. It felt nice. Oh wait, they're taking my underwear off too. I'm hard though. I finally moved and was trying to cover my erection, but Marcus grabbed my hands and put them to my sides. He said, "Dude, we've already seen it. Just relax and go to sleep." as he covered me up. It wasn't long before I felt their bodies next to mine, and naked? yeah, I could feel their smooth warm skin all over me. I was in the middle. Chloe was in front of me fitting into the curve of my body and Marcus was spooning behind me. I was so hard right now. I drifted off to sleep again. In and out of sleep I went and came. Came? Cum. I giggled. Oh yeah, I came inside Chloe. Chloe had scooted in tighter next to me as I slept on my side. Her skin felt so nice against mine. She reached back and placed my cock in between her thighs as she was the baby spoon. She began to lightly snore. It was cute. Next thing I remember is feeling Marcus' hard cock in my ass cheeks. Fuck I love your cock. Marcus whispered into my ear, "Shhhh, she doesn't know." Damnit, is my inner monologue coming out loud again? I'm going to have to be more careful. I drifted back to sleep. I awoke with a hand on my cock. It was Chloe's. She was rubbing my cockhead on her pussy, gyrating against me, shaking the bed. I felt Marcus' arm on my thigh as he lifted up Chloe's leg and my cock slid into her. "Wait. What's going on?" I said. I heard Marcus quietly say against the back of my neck with his hot sexy breath, "You're going to breed my girl's pussy again." His muscular tight toned body was enveloping mine, and forcing my own body against Chloe's, subsequently forcing my cock deeper in and out of her tight cunt. She was moaning as she rocked my cock in and out. Marcus' body felt too good against me. I honestly didn't care that I was fucking pussy right now, and it was a huge turn on that Marcus was practically forcing me to. I felt Marcus' hard thick cock head knocking on my hole as I fucked Chloe. My hole was soaked with his precum and was beginning to get wetter and more relaxed at each thrust. His stone-like member was fucking in and out of my tight hole a couple inches and suddenly, he broke past that second barrier and was fully inside me. I let out a guttural moan of satisfaction. As horny and turned on as I was, I became even more so when I remembered Marcus wasn't on his meds and hadn't been for over a month. He was so against fucking me at the gym because of that. But right now, I guess he couldn't control that foot long dick of his. I began to ram into Chloe's hole and she was breathing hard and her body was shaking, "FUCK ME Nick! Fuck my pussy. Cum inside me." Chloe yelled at me. She had no idea the real reason I was pounding her so hard was because I was actually throwing my asshole back against Marcus' monster cock trying to get him to nut in me before he gained a clear head. Marcus was running his hands over my body grabbing onto me and squeezing tight, as I felt him go rigid and his dick blossomed inside me knocking hard against my prostate. Oh my god, he's cumming in me! Fuck yes. I felt him unloading torrents inside of me, and that's all it took for me to start blasting another load into his girlfriend. Chloe felt me cumming and she also started climaxing. She was writhing around on my cock as we both came down from our orgasms. She slowly pulled off my cock. I let Marcus stay inside me. I drifted back to sleep. I awoke that morning in a haze. Chloe was no longer next to me, but I felt Marcus' strong tight body against mine. Cuddling me. "Thanks for giving her what she needs buddy." I heard him say. "I guess as long as I'm getting dicked down by you," I responded, "then I don't care to help her out. But what about you not being on meds?" Marcus turned me around and kissed me, "Look, you're on PrEP, you said it'd be okay...I feel a little bad I couldn't control myself, but watching you fuck my girlfriend, man, I HAD to fuck your tight hole." With that, he quickly got up and wrapped my legs around him as he filled the space between my legs with his young ripped body. He spat on his hand and aimed his cock right at my hole while his other hand covered my mouth, he plowed into my quivering ass. "OH FUCK!" I yelled. Marcus was fully inside me, he looked down at me and said, "Sorry, but I gotta be quick, Chloe is out getting our breakfast and I need to cum again." I couldn't say no. I let him have his way with me. Marcus was immediately pounding my hole pulling almost all the way out and ramming back in balls deep. His balls were slapping against my bare ass as his monster cock disappeared and reappeared at an alarming rate. It hurt, but it felt too good to stop too. He had me bent in half, and his cock was pummeling my prostate like Rocky Balboa on a hard training day. I was leaking precum like crazy as he built himself up to another climax. His caramel skin had a sheen of sweat covering it, his muscles were pronounced as he used every bit of his strength...and length...and girth to ravage my insides. My eyes were rolling back into my head as he repeatedly assaulted my prostate. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhhh myyyy god I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" I hadn't even touched my cock. Marcus' never ceasing beating on my prostate worked me up so quickly I started blowing a hands free load all over myself. It was shooting out onto my chest, neck and face. Marcus briefly looked down while I was going off, and that's all it took for him. His head reared back and he roared, "FUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!" as his thick monster cock exploded his poz load inside me... Authors Note: Thank you everyone for reading my stories and commenting on them how much you enjoy them. These take about twenty minutes to write, but I have to be in the mood, so to speak. I appreciate everyone who's found these as fun as I have.

PART 3: I drove home from Marcus and Chloe's apartment late in the afternoon, my ass still full of his poz cum. My hole was still wet when I got home so I took a shower and I had to jerk off while replaying last night's and this morning's events. I can't believe that I just let Marcus fuck me while is girlfriend was 15 feet away making our coffees. It was irrational and dangerous, but Marcus was right about me, I'm a whore for his cock. I lose my fucking mind around him. He's this completely straight, hot, hung mixed guy. It just so happens that he can't cum with a condom and his girlfriends won't let him cum in them. I guess I won the lottery, no hangups or drama, just getting bred by a hot straight guy. It'd been a month since I went clubbing with Marcus and Chloe, and subsequently got bred a few times by Marcus' thick hung uncut poz dick. He's undetectable and I'm on PrEP, so I don't really see any issues. Marcus and Chloe and I have all hung out several times in groups and sometimes we'd just chill at their apartment. Marcus has no problems just being cool around me despite the fact that he's fucked me senseless more than once. It was Friday again, and I had just gotten off work when I got a text from Marcus: "Hey, what's up homie?" I responded saying I just got off work and asked what the plans were for the weekend. He texted back: "I'm at work too, but don't get off for another couple hours. Come by and have a coffee with me. Chloe is making dinner tonight so we can all hang." So I swung by this gym he works at as a side job. He just basically gets people checked in and answers any questions. It's also helped Marcus get even MORE ripped and muscular. I didn't think he could get any hotter. Wrong. I found Marcus up front talking to a gym member. When he got done, he said,"Come on back to the office for some coffee." I followed him and gesh, his t-shirt was short and just rested on his bubble butt. That ass looked fucking amazing, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Marcus surprised me by saying,"You keep staring at my ass like that with yo mouth open and I'm gonna shove my cock down your throat." He caught me off guard and I snapped my head up, just now seeing the full length mirror on the office door and realizing Marcus had literally caught me drooling over his thick ass. I got embarrassed, because he's my straight friend and I don't ever make moves on him really because I don't want to overstep my place. I felt comfortable enough now with him that when we were alone like this I was just flat out honest with him. I told Marcus,"Sorry, but I've never really fully noticed how hot your ass is until now. You could bounce a roll of quarters off those globes." He laughed and told me to not get any ideas. We sat down and settled into the office club chairs with our coffees, we were shooting the breeze. Time flew by and it was closing time, so I helped him lock up. He asked if I wanted to work out a little bit since I already had caffeine in me. I told him I didn't have any workout clothes in my car. He said,"The gym is closed man, just get down to your undies." I was like,"fuck it, okay," and stripped. I swear I did anything he told me to do. SMH. He took his shirt off and damn, he was getting cut as hell. His chest and abs were really defined. We worked out for about 45 minutes, and we were soaked in sweat. Obviously I kinda knew where this was going. I mean, straight guy, closed gym, this was a porno in real life. I wasn't shocked when Marcus suggested we shower before we head over to his and Chloe's apartment. The gym was a smaller gym and had a small locker room and open showers. So of course as soon as Marcus was naked, I had a raging erection. Marcus just laughed at me, and he too had a semi. We were showering and I asked Marcus to get my back. As any good porno in real life would play out, he said "sure" but seemed hesitant. His hands on my back felt so good. Having him touch my skin under the warm water, I moaned and leaned back so that my ass pushed up against his thickening cock. He was at full mast in an instant and began rubbing his monster cock between my soapy ass cheeks. I reached back and started pushing just his cockhead in and out of my hole. He began breathing hard against my neck and wrapped his arms around me. Marcus felt so good against me. He shoved several inches up my tight hole without warning. It hurt, but I wanted it. He fucked into my hole for a few minutes, then abruptly pulled out and said,"man, I can't do this." I was a little surprised because that's not how our fucking ever played out. I asked if I did something wrong or if he was having problems because he's straight but fucks a gay guy. Marcus quickly came up and smiled, pulled me into an embrace, swiftly gave me a friendly kiss on the lips and said,"No man, It's nothing like that. You're my buddy and you've given me something extra too. A hot hole that I can actually cum in." I immediately felt better but was still confused because our cocks were both hard as rocks rubbing against each other. "Then what's up? I really want you inside me, like bad." I told Marcus. Marcus replied,"It's just I've been off my meds this month because someone dropped the ball at my health insurance. I don't want to put you at risk. I feel great, but still, I don't wanna put you at risk of getting HIV just because I can't control my cock." I looked at him and said,"Marcus, I'm on PrEP, it's okay." He smiled at me and hugged me closer. He kissed my neck and spoke into my ear,"Man, I know you're on PrEP but we don't know if my viral load is up and how much you're protected. I love ya bro, I don't wanna hurt you." The fact that he was being so vulnerable and caring and...loving...while holding me naked in the shower with our cocks sword fighting between us just made me want it even more. I was losing it again, all I wanted right then was to have him fuck me and breed me. I hugged him back even tighter, and slid down his body to his cock and before I swallowed his massive organ said,"well there's no risk in this." I was working his cock with my mouth and hand very eagerly, and as he placed his hands on the sides of my head he began to throat fuck me. My knees were starting to hurt on the tile floor but I wasn't going to give up Marcus' cock for fear he'd try to stop this again. I got off my knees and sat on the tile floor, scooting back to the shower wall and dragging Marcus with me where he continued to fuck his thick cock in and out of my throat. My head was stuck between the shower wall and his pubes as he started to ram his dick in my mouth. I was so horny for him and this situation, that I grabbed his ass and pulled him into my deeper. I got especially brave and was rubbing my fingers up and down his crack, stopping on his hole and gently massaging it. Marcus moaned when I did that, so I took a chance and pushed my finger into his incredibly tight hole. It went in fairly easy with the water and soap, and I wasted no time finding his prostate, I wanted to at least hit his g-spot before he could object to me finger fucking him. When I pressed his button deep in his ass, he moaned hard and his body shook. His legs trembled against me. Marcus looked down at me while he kept fucking my mouth and said,"holy shit man, is that what my cock hits inside of your hole? No wonder you're a whore for my dick. Keep doing that shit. I think I might actually cum for the first time from a blowjob...fuck man, keep pushing that spot. Shit. oh fuck." I did as instructed and began to work his prostate with my finger and continue letting him rape my lips and throat. His body was trembling at this point, and I felt his asshole tighten on my finger like a vice grip, then I felt hard spasms from his prostate against my finger and I got what I was working for, a huge load down my throat. He blasted a massive amount of cum down into my stomach. Marcus kept cumming and spasming, he had to hold himself up against the wall as his orgasm waned. I kept gently massaging his prostate with my finger as he slowly pulled his cock from my mouth. "Fuck." Marcus hoarsely said,"I almost never cum from a blowjob, man. Now you have done it twice. That was unfuckingbelieveble." I smiled up at him and pulled my finger from his hole. He was still in amazement at what had just happened as we dryed off and sat on the locker room benches. He was still 80% hard and I was still 110% hard. I looked at him and his cock, and couldn't help myself, I got on my knees again and began sucking in his cock while he sat on the bench recuperating from his climax. He moaned as I took him fully into my mouth. I worked my hands on his steel rod and my mouth slowly began working on his smooth balls, then I started to lick his taint, and run my long tongue down his taint to his hole and pushed the tip of my tongue into his tight hole. "Oh man. Fuck that feel good," Marcus said. He let me lift his legs up while he stroked his cock. I was so horny now, I dove into his ass like it was Christmas dinner. All he could do is moan and pant, I slipped my finger back inside him and found his prostate again, this time, I slowly worked his hole and his prostate, gently getting him relaxed and able to take two, then three of my fingers using a lot of my spit for lube. I put his cock back into my mouth while I worked his hole with my hand, he was breathing hard, laying back on the bench with his legs up and letting me work him over. I felt like he was about to bust another load. I was about as hard as anything right now, and my throbbing meat had taken over my brain awhile ago. My erection had control and it was thrusting forward into the hand that had three fingers fucking into Marcus' gorgeous ass. I couldn't help it, but my cock was pushing past my hand and trying to get to his hole, it wanted to be where my fingers were. Part of me was trying to stop myself, telling myself that if I tried to stick my cock inside him I'd ruin everything. He's straight, he's one of your best buds, you're going to destroy everything. But, like I said, my boner was in the driver's seat and it was steering itself to that tight wet hole. My thick mushroom head found his opening and began pushing and rubbing into it. Marcus was so hung, I easily continued to suck his huge tool as my steel pipe began to push into his hole. I sank into him about an inch or two before I found resistance. His inner ring didn't want me to go further. But my wet dick was only encouraged by the tightness it felt. I kept fucking into Marcus and when my cockhead pushed past that resistance and I was about 4 inches inside of him, his eyes kind of flickered open. I looked up at him, still sucking his cock, his eyes locked on mine,"Is that? ...Is that your cock?" Marcus asked in a strained voice. I grabbed his thick shaft and came off of him and said,"I'm really sorry Marcus, I didn't really mean to, I can't help it. I can stop." I was slowly pulling out of him, when he plopped his head back down on the bench with his eyes shut and his mouth in an "O". "Wait." Marcus breathed out,"wait, wait just a minute. Fuck, that feels good. I'm just really fucking horny. Damn man. It's not so risky if you top right?" I was shocked he said that but too horny to let it interfere with what my red bull can cock wanted,"Yeah, even if you're off meds, and might maybe have a higher viral load, it's a lot safer if I topped." He had rested his hands on my hips, and began moving them to my ass where he pulled me toward him and consequently INTO him. "Ohhh fuck. Your cock is making me feel things I've never felt. I don't know if I like it." Marcus told me,"keep going, I want to see, I wanna at least do this once and see what it's like." That's all I needed to hear. I got the green light to push more of my slick rod into his thick muscular ass. It's not every day a straight guy tells you to keep fucking his hole. I sank all the way into him and because he was on his back and I have a wicked curve upward to my erection, my mushroom head hit his prostate perfectly. I watched as his eyes went wide and he let out a gratifying gutteral moan. He looked up at me and just shook his head "yes." I started fucking my thick cock in and out of his tight hole, going balls deep to keep knocking at his prostate. I was getting close, and found a fast hard rhythm pounding into his ass. He began breathing harder too as I was working up to a climax,"Marcus, I'm gonna cum." I warned him, "oh fuck, I'm getting close, you're too fucking tight. Marcus, look at me?" He looked at me as he was stroking his cock, which looked enormous and hard as a pole, he had leaked a ton of precum out onto his belly from my constant barrage on his prostate with my dick. "Do it man, go all the way," Marcus croaked out, "just cum in me, I've already let you fuck me, and I'm close. Just don't stop fucking me when you cum, I'm so close." That was it, I tensed up and slammed into him,"Oh fuuuck, I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming," I yelled as I blasted my load inside of him. I didn't slow down my fucking at all, I was still ramming into him as I shot load after load, Marcus' eyes were shut tight and his back came up on the bench as he roared out and began shooting cum all over his cut abs and chest, he blasted onto his face and past his head. I'd never seen anyone cum that far, I had stopped fucking him, because his body started fucking itself onto my cock the minute he started orgasming. We stayed perfectly still aside from our heavy panting as we came down off our fuck-high. He began to gently move up to slowly let my cock come out of his wet hole. "Fuuuck man," Marcus stated, "that was fuckin' crazy." We both started laughing, he stood up and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me up, "we better shower again," Marcus said with a huge smile on his face. I watched him as he reached behind himself and felt his hole, "it doesn't hurt, just feels different," he said looking at me, "I don't know if I'm into it, but since I couldn't fuck you, and I was so horny...shit, it was definitely different." laughing again and shaking his head. We got ourselves together and headed over to his apartment to meet Chloe, she had cooked dinner and brought home tequila. Marcus was putting away the dishes when Chloe noticed him walking funny. "Was it leg day today babe?" Chloe asked, "you must've gone hard." In typical Marcus fashion he quipped,"Nah, I let Nick here, fuck me up the ass." We all laughed hard. Chloe didn't miss a beat and retorted, "Damn Nick, if you're that good, I might have to give you a try."

Isn't it funny, I go to the sauna with intentions to spend all day there and struggle to get a decent fuck. But then, like on Sunday, I go but can only stay there an hour or so, and there's cock and arse everywhere! I woke up on Sunday morning feeling horny as fuck. I was due to go to a family Sunday lunch at 4pm, parents, brother and his wife and their boys, an aunt and her husband, that kind of thing, so I thought I'd drop by the Greenhouse early afternoon on the way. The car park was pretty full when I got there, promising I thought. After showering I headed down into the cellar. I could feel bodies but couldn't see anything as it's so dark down there. Feeling my way across to the sling I bumped into a couple of guys, exchanged gropes of cocks and arses, then found that there was a guy in the sling. Chubby guy, thin hard cock, felt his hole, quite wet. I'd got a new bottle of poppers, good stuff from Holland. I take a good sniff and as my head begins to fly I kneel down and press my tongue into his hole. I taste lube, cum, arse, it's such a dirty taste, so hot. I slurp the mess from his ring, lick down his crack, more cum and fuck knows what else. A guy pushes past me, shoves his cock into the bottoms hole, I feel the tops balls and sweaty arse crack, I feel the tops hole, he's wet too. I leave them to fuck and move toward the bench, I can see shapes now my eyes have become accustomed to the dark, I lie forward, resting my arms on the bench. Only seconds later a finger feels between my arse cheeks, finds my lubed hole. Then the anonymous shape is pressing an anonymous cock head into me, he's not too big, just right to open me up. I pull my cheeks apart to let him get deeper, squeezjng my hole around him. He fucks maybe a minute but then he's gone, too many guys here not ready to cum, but I like to feel them inside me. A guy reaches under me, grabs my Viagra enduced hardness, roughly pulls my cock too far back so he can try to suck it, hurts but I like being hurt. I stand and spin around, grab his balls, kiss his mouth, our teeth clash in the dark, tongues fight, he tastes of cigarettes and mints. He turns around offering me his arse. I push in, he's tight. I spit on my hand and wet his hole before shoving in harder, my cock driving through his muscle. He rears back, I know it's hurting him but I keep on pressing into him. He pulls away, too big he tells me, he melts into the dark. I cross the room, a guy comes up behind me, takes a nipple between his fingers, I rest my head against his face as he squeezes, twists. He bends me over the bench, pushing a nice large cock into my hole. It hurts as it opens my ring, his cock head driving through the tissues inside my arse. I think he was black, coarse curly pubes press against my cheeks. He said he wanted to cum, did I want his load? I said yeah He said where? inside you? I said yeah please So he fucked. Serious deep strokes, goes on for ages. My hole had dried, but I was enjoying the friction, I knew I would be sore later. I was thinking he may not cum after all, but then he asked for my poppers, stopped with his cock buried deep inside me, handed me the poppers back and I take deep sniffs and squeeze my arse around him. Then the real fucking starts. He really goes for it, savage deep anonymous shagging, so intense, I'm hitting the bench hard with each thrust, I'm hurting but loving it. Then his hard deep thrusts, 5 maybe 6, he growls as he shoots his cum deep, filling my bowels, sharing his seed. He pulls out, I'm on my knees in an instant, sucked him clean, loving the taste of his cum and my arse. Grabbing his towel he's gone into the dark. I'm knackered! I put my towel around me, my cock hard still, I head upstairs, into a cubicle, lay my towel on the bench. Leaving the door open I lay on my front and doze… Later, not long I don't think, there's a hand on my arse, a finger in my crack. I press back. His weight on the bench behind me, a damp towel thrown between me and the wall. He pulls my hips, I get the message and kneel up, he shuffles to me. I huff my poppers, my head spins with tingles of excitement. His cock is in my arse crack, he can't seem to get it right. I reach behind me, his cock is warm, fat, uncut. No condom. I move it to my hole, guide him, pressing back when it's in the right place. The head goes in, I'm so wet with the last guys load. He pushes forward, hands on my hips, holding me, pulling me, he slides deeper. I feel his shaft travel through my muscle, I so love the feeling of it, his hard cock entering my hole. I reach behind me. His pubes are shaved but stubbly, his balls nice and large, I love to feel my hole as a cock is stretching it open. He's long! His cock hits the back of my rectum before his balls hit my hole. I take more poppers, rest my head on my hands on the bench, my arse in the air, loving the feelings. He starts the fuck, pulls out, drives straight back in, again and again, it hurts when he bottoms out in me, he rams the wall every time he drives into me. I wonder if it's bruising something inside. I love the hurt, I want him deeper. He pulls out completely a few times, punching back through my sphincter, he's so fucking good. He shifts his angle, his cock bashes my prostate, it's painful but hot. Then something gives way inside me, I feel his scratchy pubes press against my arse cheeks. He's found my inner ring, his cock head is pushing through on every thrust, the sensation is awesome. He's getting faster, breathing heavily, he pulls out and grabs me, turns me over and pulls me to the edge of the bench where he's now standing. Pulls my ankles onto his shoulder, finds my hole again and is back inside my body, leaning over me. His sweat drips onto my chest. I'm almost folded, he fucks harder, deeper, punching my intestines, he holds my thighs, controlling my body as he pistons in and out. I cum, my cock untouched, I shoot over my stomach, it seems such a long cum as my arse cannot clench closed, it clenches his cock shaft, that seems to send him over the edge. He cries out, I more imagine than feel his cum but he must have shot 7 times, his cock buried deep inside me, his semen infiltrating deep into my body. My hole becomes wet, I know it's now leaking around his cock shaft. He collapses onto me, sweat and my cum between us. Just one word - thanks - and he pulls out and stands, pulling his towel back. As he turns I notice his tattoos, the Scorpion on his left arse cheek looks old, the bio-hazard on his right cheek is fresh, not long healed… Then he's gone.

Hey guys. I've spent quite some time here enjoying the stories and decided to add one of my own. It's based on my experiences and hope you like it. I walked up to the door knowing what I was in store for. I had been messaging him for a few weeks now and telling him my darkest desires. Over that time, I told him about how I wanted to give myself over. How I needed it. I wanted to be controlled…become a cuntboy. Yeah that’s right…a cuntboy. I remember the first time I heard someone call himself a pussyboy. It stuck with me; but yet, it wasn’t what I felt until I heard someone refer to their hole as a cunt. Yeah, a cunt…that was what it was. I wanted to be a cuntboy. I have to admit, there have been quite a few guys that were turned off once I mentioned it. I would bring it while messaging with Daddies who were interested in getting together as a sort of litmus test and most of the time that ended it. But this Daddy didn’t blink, so to speak, when I mentioned it during the first round of messages. In fact, he seemed more interested in meeting me after that. I told him what I was into…verbal, piss, tit torture, flogging, roleplay, spit, leather, rubber and control among others. He asked me if I had experienced Tina. I had quite a few times. It allowed me to give over to the pig in me. We continued messaging, including pics, for a week or so. Then came the day that he asked me if I was ready to meet. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately replied with a “Yes! When?” The next thing he did was send me his phone number. I grabbed my phone. I heard his deep voice. “Hello.” I hesitated then drew a breath. “Hello Daddy. It’s me, cuntboy.” He chuckled and I heard him smile. “Hi cuntboy. How are you? Can you be at my place in three hours? I just sent you the address. But first, you need to shave yourself down. I want your body smooth from the neck down. After that clean yourself out a couple of times and lube your cunt. I want you jock-strapped and ready to service me.” “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I had always kept myself trimmed so it wouldn’t be too much to completely shave myself down. “Good boy,” I’ll see you then. I was hesitant as I walked up to the door three hours later and knocked. I had prepared just as he ordered. I had shaved my cunt smooth and had cleaned myself out several times in preparation for his cum. As he opened the door, I saw him...my Daddy. As he stepped back, he stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed. He was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. I took in the sight of my Daddy...booted, wearing a leather harness and jockstrap. The four straps of his harness, two over his shoulders and two around his ribs were tightly wrapped around his muscular chest joined with a shiny metal ring in between his pecs. I noticed the straps around his ribs seem to push up his chest a bit showing off his pierced tits. His leather jockstrap was bursting at the seams from his cock and balls. His polished boots gleamed as the hallway light fell on them. The first words out of his mouth were, “Strip cuntboy. From now on, you’ll be ready for my cock at all times. Fold those clothes and put them next to the door on top of your shoes.” I kicked off my shoes and shivered as I pulled my t-shirt off. I didn’t know why; but I was nervous. As I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, he came up to me and held me tight. “It’s ok cuntboy, Daddy’s here. Now put those away. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” I neatly folded my jeans and t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and placed them in the corner of the entryway. As I turned around, I saw Daddy smile. A black leather collar was in his right hand. “Remember what you told me cuntboy?” “Yes, Daddy. I told you I loved the feeling of a tight collar around my neck.” As he walked toward me, I fell to my knees ready to accept what that collar meant. “You will be collared and jock-strapped while you are here. Understand boy? Every time you enter this house, you will strip down the minute you enter. I want your cunt ready to take my cock at all times. You will then kneel and wait for me to place this collar around your neck.” As he neared me, I saw a shiny metal tag on the collar. Daddy noticed my look. “That’s for you cuntboy. A tag so everyone will know what you are.” He held the tag in his left hand to show me. “It says cuntboy. I had it made after the first chat we had.” Then I felt it. The leather collar going against my neck, tightened and locked. “Daddy…I’m your fucking cuntboy,” I moaned. Daddy chuckled, “Now let me see my cuntboy. Stand up.” There I stood…legs apart, hands behind my back and my eyes down…32 years old, standing at 5’11”, 165 lbs. with short brown hair and green eyes awaiting his approval. My tits were pierced with silver rings that shone against my pecs. I wanted this so much but my cock stayed limp in my yellow SafeTGard jockstrap due to my nervousness. “Yellow huh? Good boy. Turn around and show me your cunt. Are you smooth?” I turned, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him approach. Suddenly, I felt his hands begin to inspect my cunt. His fingers neared my cunt lips as I began to get hard. I could feel my cock come alive as my cunt lips became sensitized to my Daddy’s touch. His fingers went lower and I felt him grab the two guiche rings and pull on them. I moaned again. Then he let go. “Good boy, you did a good job. And I see you’re getting relaxed. Your cock is growing. Very nice. But you know that you are to concentrate on my cock, right cuntboy? Your cock doesn’t matter.” “Yes, Daddy.” I responded as he smacked my ass cheeks and told me to stand straight. Daddy then attached a leash to my collar and pulled. “Come on boy. It’s time you service your Daddy.” There I was...a cuntboy collard and jock-strapped being led into the house by a leash. We walked through the house passing the living room and down the hall. As we walked, down the hallway, I shivered again for some unknown reason. “It’s ok cuntboy. Breathe deep. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Daddy reassured me. I felt my leash tighten as pulled me to him. Again, I felt his strong arms around me as his hands moved down to my cunt. As his fingers moved to my cunt lips and gently massaged them, I relaxed. “You’re doing fine boy. We’re almost there.” As we reached the door, Daddy stopped and looked at me. “Cuntboy, in this room you will always be safe. I will push your limits and there will be things that you may never have thought you’d do. In time, you will discover parts of yourself that you haven’t imagined.” Daddy opened the door and led me in. A red tinged light shown throughout a room painted a matte black on the walls and ceiling. The black vinyl flooring completed the color scheme of the room. The scent of leather, piss and cum from previous encounters filled the air as I took in the sights. Off to one corner I could see a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads. The glistening metal of the attached shower shots sparkled as they contrasted against the black tiles. Opposite that, lengths of chain shone from a leather sling hanging from the ceiling beams. Mirrors were placed on the walls and ceiling forming the sling’s corner of the to ensure both participants would see each other’s view as they fucked. Off to the side, play toys were lined up on shelves…whips, plugs, floggers, tit clamps, masks and such. Then there was the bed. A large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. From the frame and posts hung chains and cuffs ready to restrain at Daddy’s desire. A large flat-screen tv was mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon. Scenes of leather clad men fucking, sucking, pissing and fisting were playing…all reflecting what had gone on in this room. My cock had never been as hard as it rose above my jockstrap’s waistband and began to leak. I was in heaven. Daddy laughed as he noticed my pre-cum leaking and soaking my jock. He wiped his finger against my cockhead and brought it to his lips as he looked me in the eyes. I watched him wipe it on his lips as he said, “Go ahead cuntboy, taste yourself.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt his harness against my chest as our tit rings hit. My tongue went wild…licking and consuming the pre-cum mixed with my Daddy’s spit until it was gone. “OK boy. Let’s get started.” he laughed. Daddy led me by my leash over to the table next to the bed. On the table I could see a cut straw and some six white lines lined up. “I like it old school to begin,” he chuckled. “You first, cuntboy. I want you flying. I want your cunt to take over. We’ll have those to start with.” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I bent down, grabbed the straw, and snorted a line. As I straightened up, I felt the initial sting of the crystals hit my nasal membrane. “Another cuntboy,” Daddy ordered, “Now.” The second was a snap. I could feel my skin begin to tingle. All these feeling came rushing in. Suddenly, I could feel the warm hunger begin deep inside me as I watched my Daddy do a couple of lines. “How you feeling cuntboy?” he asked. The ache took over. “Fucking hot Daddy. I need cock!” I begged as my cunt began to ache. Daddy pulled down on my leash and forced me to my knees. “Ok, cuntboy. Enough for now. The night is young. Down on your knees. It’s time to service Daddy.” He pushed my face to his engorged jockstrap as I dropped to my knees. “Lick it cuntboy. Show me how much you need my cock.” I began licking the leather, feeling his cock pulse within the enclosed pouch as I took in the scent of piss and cum soaked leather. I moaned as the craving intensified in my cunt. I wanted to feel his cock inside me stretching out my cunt lips as he fucked me. I needed it…more than anything at the moment. I needed to feel his cum feeding my cunt. “That’s it cuntboy. Show me how much you want this. A cuntboy belongs between a man’s legs.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! I’m your fucking cuntboy. Fucking cum hungry cuntboy.” I moaned as I continued worshipping his leather clad cock as the Tina took over my body. “You ready for my cock, cuntboy?” he laughed. “Tell me. You want my cock?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I moaned as I continued feeling the outline of his cock through the leather with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulders and he pushed me back until my leash pulled tightly on my collar. I began to panic. I needed him. I needed his cock. Daddy saw the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry cuntboy.” He smiled as he pulled me up by my leash and led me back to the table, “You’’ll be servicing my cock but first let’s do another line. I want my cuntboy flying.” I quickly inhaled the line into me. As I was about to release the straw, an urge overcame me and I took the other one. Daddy laughed as he opened the drawer, pulled out a metal container. He removed a small bag and placed another line on the table. “Ah, my cuntboy is getting there. Good thing there’s more.” Daddy grabbed his leather clad bulge and squeezed...slowly removing the codpiece from his jock with both hands as I heard the snaps give way as he threw it aside. There it was…my Daddy’s thick cock jutting out. I stared at it as it pulsed…his PA rising and falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat as my mouth watered and my cunt ached…the thick veins on his shaft promising that my cunt lips would feel it as his cock entered my cunt. Then there were his balls…large and full of the cum I craved. “There it is cuntboy. Worship it. Show me you’re worthy of Daddy’s cock.” He demanded. I groaned loudly staring at my Daddy’s cock as I prepared for it to enter my mouth. I licked my lips and opened wide. I felt the metal ring, warm from my Daddy’s body, slide over my tongue as the shaft invaded my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly. As it continued down my throat, I willed my throat to expand and take it all. “Look at me cuntboy. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock.” Daddy ordered. “Blink twice to let me know you understand me and will obey.” I blinked twice knowing that I wanted to obey and serve my Daddy. His shaft continued entering as I began to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke and be able to keep his cock in me. I felt his hands holding my collar as I felt the root of his cock on my lips. I had my Daddy’s complete cock in me. I was Daddy’s cuntboy servicing his cock and surrounding it with my spit and slime. I was in heaven as my Daddy’s cock was pulsing down my throat. We stayed like that for a while…Daddy stroking my face and chin encouraging me. “Good cuntboy. Hold it. That’s a good boy. Breathe. Breathe. You can do it. Don’t suck...just keep it there. I’m gonna train you to keep my cock warm in your mouth all night long. In the morning, you’ll take my piss before releasing my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you cuntboy?” My eyes were fixed at his face. I wanted to let him know that I needed his fluids, his cum and piss in me. All the while, my cunt was radiating a desire and hunger. As I held his cock in my mouth, I could feel the hunger getting stronger and stronger…the need to be fed. “Now suck Daddy’s cock, boy. I know you want it.” I instinctively began to suck as I moaned. My tongue explored every inch of the cock I was allowed to worship...from the root...up past the pulsing veins...to the warm metal ring that topped his cock and back down. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around the thick root while my throat constricted around his cock. My spit worked to coat it for my hungry cunt. I pulled back and gently scraped my teeth along the shaft all the way to the head before grasping the ring with a tug and diving back down to repeat the worship of my Daddy’s cock. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly grab both sides of my head and I felt him forcibly push himself in and out of my mouth again and again. He began to fuck my face. “Relax that throat, cuntboy. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat and eagerly accepted my place as his cuntboy...an instrument to satisfy my Daddy’s lust. He gripped my head harder as he began to slow the thrusts but the intensity of them remained. I knew what was coming. I was craving it...his cum....his fluids. “Getting close boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be feeding that cunt of yours too. This is only the first feeding you’ll get tonight.” As he pulled out, he held my head firmly with his cockhead on my tongue. I felt his cock spasm and I began to milk his cock for all it was worth. “Fuck cuntboy! Take my cum!” Daddy yelled as the cum gushed into my mouth as I tried not to spill a drop. “Don’t swallow it boy!” he ordered, “Just hold it there for now.” I hesitated. I could taste the delicious cum. I wanted his cum and have it become a part of me. “Show me boy. Show Daddy how much cum you milked from his cock.” I began to open my mouth but felt the cum begin to spill out. I paused but then lifted my chin and I opened my mouth presenting the load of cum that I had received as I looked dutifully into his eyes. “Beautiful cuntboy...Now swallow. Taste your Daddy’s cum. Look at me.” Our eyes remained fixed as I swallowed. I felt the cum as it slid down my throat and I opened my mouth to show Daddy that I had taken all of it into me. “Good boy,” he laughed. “That was a great start. How’s that cunt of yours doing? Is it getting hungry?” My backside began to move rhythmically as he gently held my head. I couldn’t control it. My instincts had kicked in. “I see your cunt needs feeding.” Daddy laughed. “It won’t take long to get me ready to fuck you. But before that happens, I need my cuntboy to take my piss. I want you even more fucked up when you take my cock. But first, you need to clean my cock.” My mouth eagerly reached for his cock to devour the remains of his cum. My tongue worked his cock as he made encouraging sounds. Once he was satisfied that I had completed my duties, he released my head. As he pulled out, an emptiness overtook me. I longed to feel his entire shaft in my warm mouth and down my throat again. “Yeah cuntpig, time to feed on Daddy’s piss, but don’t swallow all of it boy.” Daddy’s veined cock glistened with my spit and throat slime as I kept my mouth open for his piss. I looked up into his eyes with a hunger as my mouth filled with the taste of his chemmed up piss and I swallowed but making sure I left some in my mouth at all times. When Daddy finished pissing, he pulled me up by my leash. “Give me some of that chem piss, boy.” Placing his lips to mine, I fed him the remaining chem piss. “How was that?” he asked, “You like my piss, cuntboy?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy!” I smiled as I wiped the remaining drops of his piss and spit from my lips with my hand and greedily licked it up. “Good, cause I’ll be feeding it to you every day. You’ll be my urinal from now on cuntboy. Now it’s time to see how hungry that cunt is.”

by Andrew "Aethan" French afrench@gct.com Given the events you're about to read, you might guess that Micky and I met at a Horror or Sci-Fi convention, or in some weird voodoo cult in New Orleans, or some farfetched locale. The truth is, Micky and I met in a little gay bar in downtown Boston. I had broken up with a real asshole (no comment; I have nothing to say about him, and he has nothing to do with this story) and was looking to drown my sorrows in a lot of bad alcohol and a few nights of utterly dangerous casual sex. I was crazy from having broken up, and I really didn't give a shit about AIDS or anything else. Luckily for me, the first night I went cruising, Micky wandered into my life. When he entered, I was awed by the seemingly total focus with which he carried himself. Every step seemed to have been planned out ahead of time, and his walk was graceful and predatory. Everything about him bespoke a man who was looking for good sex in large amounts. I couldn't help but be attracted to those smoldering black eyes, set under brows whose fiery red matched the wild mane that framed his beautiful face. His body was muscular and lean, and his clothes snugged up against the fine structure beneath, hiding and revealing things in an alternating way that immediately sent a charge to my crotch. Judging by the reaction of the others in the room, everybody was experiencing the same sensation. I felt, rather than saw, his eyes upon me, and I was disappointed when they flickered away to explore the rest of the crowd. I spent the night watching him. Everywhere he passed, heads turned, and he slipped through the busy bar, hither and yon, looking, apparently, for just the right somebody. I watched in mounting terror as the bar's patrons began approaching him. I wanted him, badly. I wanted him to dominate me utterly and use me as he chose. I wanted to belong to him, not in the sense of the short encounter I had come looking for, but in a long term relationship. This, I sensed, was the real Mr. Right of my life, and I wanted to be with him, more than I had ever wanted anything before. When I saw a new wave of barhoppers enter and fixate on him, I knew I had to make my move or I was going to lose him. I was scared that he would ignore me or reject me, but I was going to have to take my chances. I waved at him, beckoning to him and smiling my best smile. He looked at me curiously, shrugged, disengaged one guy who had draped an arm around his waist, and glided in my direction. He sized me up when he arrived, and he didn't seem to have lost interest. So I steeled up my courage. "I'm Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I cursed inwardly for using such an obvious pick-up line. To my surprise and eternal gratification he smiled, a long lingering toothy grin which spread from his mouth and eyes across his whole face. He spoke, in a deep sonorous baritone. "Hi Jack. I'm Micky. No, you can't." I felt my heart sink. "But I'd like to buy you one." I felt it leap back up. "Not here though....too crowded...too many assholes." He took my hand and drew me off of my seat. I couldn't speak. We stopped by the coats, where he pulled down mine and handed it to me. "How the hell did you know that was my coat?" I asked, when we had slipped out of the bar into the cool spring night. He shrugged. "It just seemed like the coat you would wear. I'm a pretty decent judge of character. Besides, it smells like you." We walked under the light of the bright moon. It had just turned past full, so it illuminated the street like another lamp, casting our shadows ahead of us as Micky guided us down the sidewalks in the direction of what he referred to as "the best damned bar in Boston." It was indeed a cozy little place. Not a gay bar, but a fine place to talk quietly amongst a staff that genuinely seemed to like you. It turned out that Micky was an amazing judge of character. He guessed instinctively what I drank and that I was a painter. "You seem the artistic type," he said with a shrug. I became more and more fascinated with Micky, and by the time the bar sent us home, I knew that I wanted to know everything about him and to be a part of what he was. So when he looked at me and asked "Would you like to come home with me?" I accepted without a second's hesitation. His apartment was quite close. He lived in a one-room studio which had been, he explained, the attic of the brownstone building. A friend of his owned it, and his rent was remarkably low. It was spartanly finished, but plants grew everywhere. Their smell was heady and lush, and it was as if he had shown me a hidden rainforest in the center of Back Bay. A state of the art sound system surrounded the room with soft music. His CD collection showed extremely eclectic tastes. A complete run of the Beatles sat side by side with Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. A They Might Be Giants CD sat atop a sound effect disk of thunderstorms. He put in the thunderstorms tape, took me by the hand, and led me into a space between the plants. His bed was a nest of pillows and blankets, and I let him lower me onto it, loving him even before we ever made love. Sex with Micky was an almost religious experience. His gentle ways of coaxing me into various positions and activities only served to heighten my arousal with him. He seemed to know my body and its desires better than I knew myself, and he cheerfully exploited every one of them. And when it seemed that things were getting too innocent, he would suddenly reveal a rough side. His straightforward, uncomplicated, animalistic charm truly won me over, and I felt completely vulnerable and yet totally safe in his arms. We finally fell into sleep in each others embrace, and when I awoke, he was lying there studying me, smiling. From then on, we were lovers. I had never had a complaint with Micky as far as his being my lover went. He and I had been lived together for two years or so, after my parents disowned me for being gay. We shared his great studio apartment in the Back Bay. It turned out that Micky was very well off, owning his own shipping company, and this gave me the freedom to paint for a living. Micky became my favorite model, and his easy-going attitude towards nudity made him fun to work with. He developed a following among my audience, and while it became increasingly easy to sell my work, it became increasingly difficult to part with my pieces. I loved looking at my nudes of Micky, and I was jealous of anyone who bought one. He was supportive of my work, and whenever I would express disappointment in myself or comment about my shortcomings, he would hold me and rock me like a child until I felt myself again. Everything seemed ideal, except for one detail. Every month, Micky would get very moody and restless without any provocation. The next day, he would disappear without explanation, not returning for three nights. When he returned, he was always in better spirits, and we would have wild, reckless sex for hours non-stop. That part was okay, but his disappearances began to bother me. He would always try to say that he had been away on business for his company, but I began to recognize a pattern. I became suspicious, even morbidly so. Was he in the Mafia, doing hits for money? Was he seeing another lover? What was he hiding from me...or trying to protect me from? As much as I loved him, I began to be afraid of him. Doubt became my worst enemy, forcing me to worry that we were about to spiral into a breakup. I questioned him at length, but he would always worm his way out of the conversation. At last, I couldn't stand it any longer. He was sprawled on the couch, and he was moody. I sensed the time was about to occur; he would disappear tomorrow, unless I was able to determine what was happening. "Micky," I said, quietly but firmly, "I know you're going to leave tomorrow. Please tell me where you're going." "Business," he muttered darkly. "Commodities deal in Acron. Be back..." "Three days from now." I glowered at him. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I haven't noticed the pattern? Don't insult my intelligence." "Jack," he said, as his temper rose, "don't be ridiculous. I have business. I'll come back on Tuesday. You'll have a nice quiet long-weekend, and everything will be fine again." "Bullshit, Micky! I've called your company. They never know what I'm talking about when I mention these business trips. They say you take the time as vacation days. Now will you tell me the fucking truth." He sat there, his hands clenching and opening as if he might suddenly attack me. I felt an anger boiling just below his facade of calm. "Jack, you wouldn't understand." "Try me, for Christ's sake. I don't understand now, but I'm willing to listen. Otherwise this whole relationship is for shit! If you go away without explaining yourself, I won't be here when you get back." Saying it nearly destroyed me, but I was insane with the need to know. That was the threat that got him. He deflated visibly and stared up at me miserably. "You might leave if I tell you the truth." "Better that than to keep living with these stupid lies." He struggled with himself for awhile, emotions playing across his face. Finally, he sighed heavily. "Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything." His expression darkened. "I'll show you everything. You deserve to know." We didn't make love that night. I sat awake in bed, feeling his warmth near me under the sheets and listening to his slow deep breaths. I was afraid. Now that I was going to know everything, I began to wonder if I really wanted to know it. But I felt that it was too late. I had started everything sliding, and I was just going to have to find out what was at the bottom when I hit it. I just hoped we'd survive the fall. I sank at last into a fitful sleep. When I woke up, Micky was gone. At first I was afraid that he had left for the weekend, having chickened out of telling me his secret, but I found a note that indicated he would be back later that afternoon. The day crawled by, and I worried about Micky. I was worried I had driven him away, that he could not tell me his story, and that he had left me alone again. I tried to do some painting, but I couldn't concentrate. I started at every movement in the hall outside our door. Every time the phone rang, I jumped. At last, around sunset, he appeared, and I almost cried with relief. He was carrying two bags of groceries, both of which proved to be full of meat. He stuffed them into the fridge and came over to me. "Its almost time for you to know." I felt a shiver of anticipation, or was it fear? I could not say. Then, inexplicably, Micky started removing his clothes. "Oh, no," I laughed nervously, "I'm not going to be so easily distracted." Micky smiled without humor. "This is integral to your understanding of the truth." "I've seen you naked before, Micky. Its impressive, but nothing new." "You've never seen me completely undressed," he muttered mysteriously. I started to protest, but then something prevented me from continuing. Micky's skin began to ripple and bunch, as if he were changing subtly, underneath. A slight tear showed in his skin, revealing... what? Fur? So it seemed. The surface below was covered with a fine glistening fur the same color as Micky's hair. I realized that all of Micky's skin was peeling away in chunks. It fell to the floor, dry and brittle, like the outer skin of an onion. The thing underneath the skin was seven foot tall if it was an inch, and its body rippled with muscles. A canine snout unfolded beneath Micky's face, tearing through. Gleaming fangs shone in the light, and I wanted nothing so desperately as to be able to run, but, somehow, my brain seemed to have shut down, refusing to send signals to the rest of my body. One message only was getting through. Micky's a fucking werewolf. It began to make some twisted sort of sense. Three day disappearances. Must be the full moon. I couldn't move; shock held me rooted to the spot. I was going to die, and Micky, my lover was going to kill me. He would leap on me, his powerful jaws crushing the life from me. With a jolt of terror, my body began functioning again, but far too slowly. I turned to run, when a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Jack, its me." I turned back to look at the creature which stood before me. It had Micky's voice. It was deeper and harsher, but it was his voice nonetheless. "Micky?" I gasped out from lungs frozen with shivery fear. "Are you in there?" "Its me, Jack. This is what I am." I stared at him. This was no Lon Chaney junior with yak hair on his chin. Micky looked like someone had put a huge wolf's head on top of a weight-lifter's body and covered the whole thing with fur. He was gigantic. His whole body seemed to have swelled, getting physically massive. I glanced down; his cock had become huge. It was nearly a foot long, and it stood erect, giving it the illusion of even greater size. Despite myself, I was a little aroused. I had always been satisfied with Micky before, but this was a fuzzy Adonis! I laughed, a hysterical little giggle, at the incongruity of my thoughts. "Shit, Micky. How the fuck did this happen?" A low guttural laugh escaped the fanged maw of my lover. "Puberty. Some kids got acne; I got fur. My dad said that it skipped a few generations, that my great grandfather had had the gift, and that now I had it. He taught me not to be afraid of it. Its a good thing, I believe, but its hard to explain that to people. Telling people you're a werewolf makes them think you're really crazy or really kinky. But as you see, its the truth. On the three nights of the full moon, this is what I become. It doesn't make any sense. For one thing, I put on about two-hundred pounds of mass...pure muscle." "Yeah, you certainly got..." I looked at his cock involuntarily, "big!" He chuckled. "My senses go from being remarkable to being downright scary, even to me. I can smell things...and hear things....God, Jack. You can't imagine what its like." "Help me to imagine. How does it feel?" He shrugged his gargantuan shoulders. "Natural now. It was weird at first, but now its very natural. It doesn't hurt or anything, like they show in the movies, and I don't eat people. I just get a little wilder, a lot hungrier, and my instincts start kicking in." He blushed then, under his fur, and I caught his train of thought. "In other words, you get really really horny." He grinned hugely as I said this, exposing sharp rows of teeth. "That's why we always fucked so crazily when I came back. I couldn't get laid all that time, and I'd be aching for sex." I looked at him closely. He was so different that he almost couldn't be Micky in my mind. The fur was definitely Micky's hair though, his wild red mane. And the eyes were just the same as Micky's, big, black, soulful, and full of love. "Wow, Micky. I really wasn't ready for...this." He nodded sadly. "I understand. I'll leave. The rent's paid through the end of the summer, and you'll have plenty of time to find a new..." "No Micky! That's not what I mean. I don't want you to leave. I still love you. This is...really weird, but I think I can handle it." He looked at me, hope radiant in his face. "You mean it, Jack?" "I mean it, lover. Look, I'll cook some steak for dinner, and you can explain it to me over dessert." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You are a hell of a guy, Jack. I was so scared...so afraid that I would lose you. When we met, I knew you were the right one, but lately I...I...." He smiled; it was Micky's same gentle smile. "Thanks, Jack." He reached over and took me into his warm furry embrace. Dinner was messy and a bit awkward. Micky insisted that I not cook the steaks he ate, and as I was talking forkfuls of my own well done T-bone, he was ravenously ripping chunks of raw beef into his mouth and swallowing them whole. I drank several glasses of red wine, while he drank nothing but water. "Trust me Jack. You don't want to get me drunk when I look like this. Tipsy werewolves singing Irish drinking songs under a full moon is not the sort of thing we want the neighbors to see." We laughed then, and I was pleased with myself. I was really adapting to this well. It must've been my abiding passion for Micky. Or maybe it was the wine. We talked until three, pondering the existence of other werewolves and whether any of the others were gay. As the clock struck, he looked out the window and sighed. "Thank goodness," he said. "It'll only be a short time until dawn, and then we can be together again." "But we are together, Micky." He shook his head. "I mean sexually. It'll be good to relieve the urges on a daily basis rather than all at once. I was always afraid I was gonna hurt you." It was then that my wine-befuddled head finally acknowledged what my sober self refused to. I wanted to have sex with Micky while he was like this. I couldn't help it. It was the one thing I could do to really prove to him that I was fully accepting of him. I stood, and crossed the room. As he turned, I wrapped my arms around him, laying my head against his chest. He seemed surprised, but he returned the hug. His body seemed to radiate heat, and as we stood there, I felt his dick pressed up against me. I felt a throb of sympathy from my own crotch, and I couldn't help letting my hands explore down his back to his ass, which I began kneading roughly. He pulled back a little, surprised. "Jack, you ought to be careful. I have claws you know. And I'm afraid I'd be really rough if we..." his voice trailed off. In reply, I began undoing the buttons on my shirt. "You won't be rough with me, Micky. I know you. You're still in control in there, and you'll be very gentle." I stripped off my shoes and socks, then beckoned to him. "Help me, Micky." He approached, trembling. His huge hairy paws reached out and came to rest, feather light, upon my shoulders. He pulled off my shirt with the care of a mother undressing her child. I could feel his enormous claws, sharp as razors, but his touch was so light that they never drew blood, only traced lines along my skin. His hands drifted lightly down my sides until they came to rest on the front of my blue-jeans. With exaggerated caution, he worked a finger inside the waistline. I flinched involuntarily. He froze, panic on his face. I smiled at him. "Don't worry big guy; you didn't Bobbittize me. He relaxed and unfastened my pants, then slowly pulled them down until I stood, as naked as he. I took his hand and led him through the plants to the nest of pillows and blankets. We embraced again, and feeling his furry muscular frame pressed close to mine, his warm fuzz on my cock, made me squirm with pleasure. Our hands explored each other's bodies, eliciting occasional murmurs of pleasure from one or the other. I ran my hands over his body, delighting in the magnificent muscle structure. I swirled my fingers through his fur, causing him to shudder and shake like a dog whose belly is being scratched. Then I took his enormous cock in my hand, feeling the new weight and heft of it. This was so strange and wonderful; it was Micky's soul in a new body that was mine to explore. We were intimates and strangers at the same time. Knowing Micky's favorite sexual zones gave me a certain advantage. I tugged at the hairy balls with one hand while feathering a finger up and down his thickened shaft with the other. Micky's beautiful eyes closed and his head lolled back on his shoulders as he succumbed to the stroking I began to give him. I knelt before him, sniffing the musky odor of his crotch. My tongue darted out, flicking into the hole at the end of his massive wolfmeat. He moaned, and his hands fell heavily onto my head, pulling me towards him. I obligingly opened as wide as I could to take him in. Inch after heavenly inch shoved its way into my mouth, and my eyes watered as I nearly gagged from the sheer size. I gave him a good session of sucking, his hands running through my hair and insistently continuing the rhythm we had fallen into. He tensed, his body going rigid and a low ululating moan escaping his lips as the first wave of his cum splashed the back of my throat. I renewed my sucking, intent at getting every last drop. Finally, when nothing more seemed forthcoming, and his body relaxed, I came off of his shaft and grinned. "Your turn, Fido. Lie down." Micky did as I asked, his massive frame sinking deeply into the cushions. I knelt with my cock poised over his face and my balls dangling down to brush the tip of his long wolfen snout. He carefully covered his sharp teeth with his lips before reaching up to engulf me with his mouth. I felt his hot breath against the length of my shaft and shuddered with the anticipation. He reached up and encircled the globes of my ass with his hands, pulling me down into his waiting jaws. The length of his mouth made it the deepest throating I have ever had, and I humped my hips, fucking his face so hard his head bumped against the floor with every thrust. Meanwhile, I reached out to continue my research into his larger member and wonderfully full scrotum. His dick responded immediately, beginning to swell up again. I remembered that Micky's power to get it up again and again after he had been absent had been startling. If he was any more capable of multiple loads in an evening in his wolfen form, we might be at this for a long time! Within his mouth, he began rubbing his long slippery tongue against my cockmeat. I felt myself slipping towards orgasm, and I halted my screwing, unwilling to give up my load so soon. "Uh, uh, Wolfboy. You're not getting off so easy. I want to be reamed. Royally screwed, and you're the best werewolf for the job. You're the best one I know; hell, you're the only one I know!" Micky seemed to be in a fog. His meat was swollen again, and he looked about ready to stick it someplace moist and tight. I knelt down on my hands and knees beside him. "Okay, Micky. We'll do it doggie-style. In your honor of course." With no hesitation, Micky grabbed my ass and heaved himself forward. He buried his long nose in my butt, licking and slurping. I felt the elongated tongue snake forward and push against my tight hole, shoving with such authority that it finally wiggled its way in. Micky ate out my ass with relish, making it nice and slippery for what was to come. By the time he pulled away, I was aching for more. He obliged me by sliding forward until I felt his shaft at the very opening to my hole. I shivered with anticipation, and it was with slow and cautious movements that Micky began moving into me. Now I'm hardly a beginner at anal sex, but the sheer size of Micky's meat made me tremble with fear. I could feel it inching inwards, and my poor ass did its best to relax and open as wide as possible, but it still hurt like hell. Micky, to his credit, waited every time to let me get used to what was happening. I felt like a virgin again, but when he had slid in as far as possible, so deeply that I was sure that if I looked in the mirror I'd see his cock in my throat, the feeling that I was getting melted me to my heart. He reached around to stroke my straining meat, and I moaned in painful pleasure. "Oh, God, Micky. I can't believe you've got the whole thing in there." He didn't respond, except to whimper slightly in sympathy. We started rocking, and I did what I had always done sexually with Micky. I put myself completely under his control, trusting to his gentility and judgment. I was glad I did. Micky's senses allowed him to know exactly when to move and exactly when to be still. And if Micky ever ignored my comfort, I never noticed. We fucked in a slow deliberate rhythm until we realized that dawn was about to break, at which point Micky began pounding into my ass. I felt nothing but waves of pleasure now, and a few minutes later, I felt him tense and buck. A howl burst from his throat as waves of cum came rocketing into my ass. His hands clenched on my cock, and the combination of feelings was enough to send me over the edge, just as the sun rose into the sky. We collapsed onto the bedding, Micky's body slipping rapidly back into human form. Exhausted, we both fell into a dreamless slumber. Micky's arm encircled my waist, and I felt loved and protected as I never had before. The following two nights were a repeat performance, and I began to realize that Micky as a werewolf was just as wonderfully sexy as Micky as a human. Once he got over his initial fear of hurting me, we got back into our usual routine of alternating roughness and gentility. The nights passed too quickly for my tastes, and I found myself beginning to long for the next full moon. Life with a werewolf has now become my norm, and Micky is just as glad not to have to spend his full moon nights hiding in dark alleys and getting chronic blue balls. Micky still models for my paintings, and if some people wonder why I've stopped working on nudes and started painting sexually explicit werewolf scenes, I just explain it as a creative phase. Micky is just as wonderful a lover as ever, and I count myself lucky to have found him. And if he's a fucking werewolf, so what? He's MY fucking werewolf. Nobody's perfect.

Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

“You’re a lifesaver, Tim!” my friend Peter cried as he strode up to my car pulling two large suitcases. Peter and I were both in our late twenties and had known each other since college. He was already a vice president at a major financial institution, but he was still a little bit irresponsible bordering on careless when it came to his personal life. Hence, him calling me for a lift from the airport because he didn’t realize Uber and Lyft drivers had months ago announced a strike on this very night. “Well, you’re alive, at least,” I chimed in, hopping out into the cold autumn night air to help him stow his luggage. “I still can’t get over you getting a month-long business trip in London, you lucky bastard.” “Oh, the company got its money’s worth out of me,” he sighed, walking back to the passenger’s side door. “Just get me to my front door and let me crash.” I laughed as we hopped in and clicked our seat belts, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling out of the pick up lane. “How have classes been? Are the brats still whining about everything like when we were freshmen?” Peter asked as he adjusted the radio. “Of course. This one guy threw a fit after I deducted five points for him using the wrong form of ‘its’.” “Please tell me he’s a science major.” “English. He wants to get a doctorate in Victorian lit, actually.” Peter winced, but his face changed immediately when a Britney Spears song came on. I knew better than to interrupt the music, so I didn’t get a chance to ask him about the boys of the UK or tell him about my three-weeks-and-counting-long sex drought. It took about a quarter hour to reach his place, and by then he already looked like he was succumbing to Hypnos’ embrace. He started to get up, but I tut-tutted him and made a show of opening his door. “Such a…” “Gentleman is the word you’re looking for.” “I know you much too well to believe that,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing me as he stood up. “Then what would you call me?” “A naughty little slut.” “That’s what you say to the man who just rescued you from the airport? Wow.” “Yup,” Peter grinned. This time I initiated the kiss, pulling away just as he was starting to melt into it. I hefted his suitcases out of the trunk and followed after him as he searched among his keys. “Still got it!” he assured me as he held one up, inserting it into the lock. He swung the door open and pressed the nearby switch, illuminating the entryway. “Well, I guess my part is complete,” I inferred, wheeling his luggage next to the shoe bench. “Is it?” Peter asked. “I dunno. You’re in charge.” Peter pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth when I heard him shut the door and turn the lights off again. His hands unbuckled my belt and pulled my button-fly apart before my eyes could adjust. “I thought you were tired.” “Shut up and let me enjoy myself.” “Yes, sir.” “Were you hard the whole drive home?” Peter asked, the tiniest glint of moonlight reflecting off the whites of his eyes. “Yeah,” I moaned as he freed my cock from my boxer briefs. I felt his hot breath warming my PA before he changed his mind and lapped at my balls. “You’ve got such a gorgeous cock, Tim.” “You say that like you forgot.” “How could I?” he asked earnestly, swallowing my right testicle. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I hissed. “That’s it. I want to see a fountain of precum leaking out of your cock head.” He continued to work on my sack until my dick had obeyed his command. He grinned up at me, pumping the foreskin back before tracing the perimeter of my glans with his tongue. “You look so fucking hot sucking my cock, Pete.” The monster straight up deepthroated my seven-and-a-half inches with no warning. I practically collapsed as he inhaled my member until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubes. The fucker didn’t even come up for air for a good half minute. “I needed this,” he coughed once he’d pulled off. “So I can expect a five star review?” I joked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Only a four-and-a-half. Your dick is too clean; it doesn’t have that nice ass, coconut oil, and cum flavor straight from another boy’s booty.” “I can fix that,” I assured him. I pulled him up and tried to spin him around, but he stopped me. “Wait, Tim. I just got off a six hour flight,” he laughed. “Ah, gotcha,” I replied, trying my best to mask my disappointment. “You know how much I love impaling myself on this fat, pierced cock,” he reassured me. “And I will, as soon as I’m ready.” “I guess I can settle for an excellent blow job.” “Who said anything about settling?” Peter winked, spinning me around. “You wanna get fucked, boy?” “Fuck, yeah.” “I bet you hopped right in the shower and cleaned yourself out the moment I hung up.” “Hole in one,” I answered as he guided me onto all fours on the bench. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my jeans and underwear past my ankles to join them. “That’s what I like about you, Tim. You’re a professional slut.” I blushed, but only for a split second. My cock leapt up against my chest the instant I felt Peter’s breath on my hole. “So smooth,” he cooed, flicking his tongue against it. We started a call and response: his tongue moving in reaction to my moans and vice versa. “You like that?” he asked, pushing my sweater and t-shirt up so that I could remove them without interrupting the flow. “You know I do.” He instructed me to prise my cheeks apart, allowing him to insert his tongue deeper into my hole. “Not fair,” he whined, delivering a sharp spank to each mound of flesh. “God gave you such an amazing cock and this fucking cock-milking bubble butt, too.” “Nobody said life was fair,” I chuckled, earning myself another half dozen spanks. Now it was my time to whine as he pulled away to remove his clothes, first kicking his shoes across the foyer and then making quick work of his dress shirt and slacks. True to form, he’d flown commando, and now his drooling six-inch prick was fully visible. He pulled his own foreskin back and pressed the glans against my wet hole, seeing just how far he could go with only saliva and precum for lube. I tried to lock eyes with him, but I winced with each prod. “You like that, Tim? Do you want it inside you?” “I do,” I hissed. “But I need some lube.” “I guess I can acquiesce to that demand. But next time you’d better come pre-lubed with cum,” Peter replied seductively. “You haven’t been getting fucked like you should, have you?” “No, I haven’t.” “It’s a good thing I came back when I did,” he tsked, reaching into one of the pockets of his checked bag. My cock jumped again when I saw him retrieve a bottle of BoyButter. Peter showed more self-restraint that I would’ve, taking his time to work several lubed fingers into my hole as he jacked his slicked cock with his other hand. By the time he’d achieved the desired result I was practically howling for him to fuck me. “Ready?” “Please!” I felt his head push past my outer ring, then my inner ring. In spite of his efforts, the previous three weeks’ inaction caused me a decent amount of irritation. “Catch your breath, Tim,” Peter ordered, carding his hand through my hair. “…I’m good.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck, then resumed his push forward. When he had almost completely sheathed himself, I pushed myself back, catching him completely off guard. “You little shit!” he laughed. “You almost made me cum.” “You’re that close?” “It was a long flight, okay?” he answered defensively. He spanked me hard when I shook my butt in response. Normally I could count on Peter for self-control, but from the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythm of his thrusts I knew this fuck was not destined to last. I decided to put him out of his misery and prove once again the “vers” in my online profiles’ “vers top” classification. “Bad…boy,” he whined, trying to hold me in place with his hands. “Gonna make you cum,” I replied, bouncing my bubble butt up and down on his cock. “No…you…won’t.” “C’mon, Pete…breed me!” His whole body went rigid, then the convulsions started. He shook from the top of his head to the tips of his toes with each rope of hot cum he blasted into my hungry ass. His orgasm was so intense we made the bench move four inches away from the wall. “Timmy, you naughty fucking slut,” he whispered as he collapsed onto me. “You absolute fucking cum dump.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He reached around and kissed me, but had to pull away as he was still struggling for air. “I wanted to take it slow.” “You can take it slow for round two.” “What makes you think there’s going to be a round two?” Peter inquired, running his hands through my hair. “Because I know you,” I chuckled. “Oh? I dunno, I’m getting pretty tired and I don’t know if you’re welcome anymore.” “So you don’t want to churn up your cum in my ass and seed me with a second load tonight?” He didn’t even need to reply. I felt the first jolt of his next erection against the walls of my insides. “I guess,” he said, trying to sound exasperated. “But we’re fucking on your bed. I don’t know if this bench can withstand much more fucking.” “If it breaks in the next year, you’re buying me a new one,” he warned, pushing himself up and startling both of us as his cock popped out of my ass. “Fuck, I really made a mess.” “How bad?” I asked, pushing my butt back towards him. He wiped his index finger up my crack and pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste the mixture of lube and his cum. “Not bad at all.” We both laughed as I worked my way up to my feet with his assistance. He kissed me hard, grinned, and then slid across the hardwood floors toward the stairs in his rainbow socks. I chased after him, nearly managing to catch him before he’d flopped on his king size bed. “It’s going to be a minute.” “You’ve got exactly one,” I warned, straddling him at just the right distance that he could only lick the tip of my glans if he leaned forward. I pinched one of his nipples and cupped his smooth balls as he struggled to taste more of my still hard cock. “Bastard. Gimme that cock!” I inched forward, allowing him to swallow just the head. He shot me a dirty look but dutifully sucked what I’d given him. “More.” “‘More’, what?” “More right now, goddamnit!” I shook my head and pulled back, pushing my cheeks against his half mast cock. He struggled to thrust against me, but all the leg muscle I’d gained from swimming, volleyball, and soccer kept him locked in place. “You fucker.” “You love it.” Unfortunately for me, Peter had been on the wrestling team all through high school. The second I looked back to assess the state of his cock, he tossed me up and onto my back. “Wait.” “Fuck waiting,” Peter growled irritably. “You’re getting fucked hard and fast, and this time I’m not letting you get away without emptying your balls.” I moaned as he followed through with his promise, sliding his cock back into my cum-sloppy hole. He leaned down and kissed me hard when I tried to say something. “You should be getting fucked like this all the goddamn time,” Peter continued, leaning back. I lifted my head up to say something, but all I saw was him taking my cock…in his mouth. He was sucking my cock while he fucked my cum-filled ass. My eyes rolled back in my head and I went limp. The next five minutes were pleasure overload. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, much less verbalize them. My muscles, which only moments before had served me, became utterly compliant to Peter’s wishes. “Mmmmf.” I was vaguely aware of a slurping noise as Peter simultaneously deepthroated me and buried his cock against my prostate. It was too much. I spurted stream after stream of cum down Peter’s throat as my ass clamped down on his cock. Not even the lake of cum inside me could provide enough lubrication to keep him in motion, although he struggled to keep thrusting. “Unnnnhh!” His second orgasm was even more intense than his first, and I could’ve sworn he didn’t stop unloading in me for a solid minute. Once he’d finally stopped, he collapsed onto me, snaking his arms around my back. “Welcome home,” I chuckled, kissing his neck. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” he whispered, cuddling against me. “Let’s sleep in late, fuck, have some breakfast, fuck some more, watch a movie…” He’d fallen asleep. He’d fallen asleep, and the bastard was still inside me. ————— I heard the pad of footsteps just as I finished plating the first batch of pancakes. Looking up from the stove top, I caught sight of a naked Peter glancing back at me with heavily lidded eyes. “The bed got cold without you,” he muttered, annoyed. “But I guess since you made food I can forgive you.” I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked behind me, taking me in his arms. I wasn’t wearing anything but an apron, and I could already feel his cock stirring against my butt. “Y’know, I completely forgot to tell you something last night.” “What’s that?” I inquired, squeezing a dollop of syrup onto each stack of pancakes. “I forgot to pack my meds with me when I went overseas. It’s been a full month since I’ve had a dose.” I froze up. “You’re on PrEP, idiot,” he laughed, lightly slapping the back of my head. “I just figured I should let you know in case some eager young twink wants to slide his bare cock into your ass while it’s still full of my unmedicated cum.” “Pete, I went off PrEP three months ago.” “…what?” He pulled away and started to pace back and forth behind me. “Fuck, why?” “I’ve only been having sex with undetectable guys, and not that much. I just figured I didn’t need it.” “Fuck, Tim. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “We still have time. We can get you PEP, and…” I felt like I was able to pass out, but then I looked down and saw something incredible: my cock was completely erect, making a tent with Peter’s apron. “Tim, I’m so…if I’d known…” “Pete, wait.” I turned around and pulled the apron to the side so he could see my cock. It was already leaking precum. Peter’s face rapidly changed from bewilderment to concern to…arousal. “What are you trying to tell me, Tim?” “You already know,” I replied, looking at Peter’s rapidly hardening cock. “Then I guess,” he started, spinning me back around and leaning me against the kitchen counter, “we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us.”

This thing kinda started when i was tricked by my Ex to do a three-way, it was fun at first the other guy fucked her so hard and was so big i couldn't believe she was taking it, he stretched her out so much i was just sloshing around in her cum filled pussy, which she made me eat out something about not wanting babies but from there it got worse and later i found out she had planned it as part of her breaking up with me My Ex-girlfriend's big dicked bull started fucking me and making fun of my "tiny" cock! you'd be soft to if your girl was calling you a "pussy and fag" while some guy has his 9 inch cock up to your belly, it wasn't fun but my body started to get use to it and i ended up Hard and cumming anyway that was four months or so ago, once he came by my job (he still fucks my Ex) and said in front of at least 3 of my co-workers "Hey Faggot" "get over here i need my dick sucked" i went over to him to try to get him to knock it off i walked him to the back away from people i was gonna tell him to knock it off but he got me to mensroom and pushed me into a stall in my work bathroom unzipped pulled out his dick, i didn't want to do it but thought if i just submit maybe he'd leave, he said he would go all had to do was suck on the head (which was pretty fat) i was about to take it in my mouth, but he told me to pull down my pants he wanted to check to see if i still had the cock cage on, if i was still locked, i was still in my cock cage, he said "That's a good fagboy" then bent me over with my hands on the back of the stall he started grabbing my balls and pulling on my cage to make sure it couldn't come off, he took 3 finger wet them with spit and started plying with my hole then he slammed his 9 inch man sized cock half way in my ass! i yell "stop it oh Fuck!"and he hit me in the back of my head said "Shut the fuck up" then he pulled out and then really plowed into me . he was fucking my hole so hard his balls were banging in to mine , he must have bang me for a good 15 min. all of sudden he stopped, i could feel his dick pulsing his load into my ass, i heard him talking and he pulled out, i thought it was over but he said "Don't look over here, Keep Your Hand on the Wall Faggot" i didn't want to get hit again , then i felt my ass get stretched to point of slitting , not as deep as his but so fat around it was another guy, this new guy was so hard too, he fucked me slow but then my ass opened up around his super wide dick, he began fucking my ass really pounding me, my hand were still on the wall and my dick starting to get hard in the cage which really hurt, all of a sudden without any hands i start cumming all over my pants down around my ankles, the top of the toilet , now i hear other people, i think they're laughing or cheering the guy fucking me on, he starts cumming and it feels like someone is emptying a enama bag inside me he cums so much, his dick goes soft and just falls out of my now wide open gapping hole, I'm in shock it was one of my supervisors, Dennis he's married/separated with 3 kids!. he turns me around and presents his cock for me to clean off, my Ex-girl's Bull is gone and Dennis says "i thought you were a closet case!" "Late night shifts are gonna be fun" he puts his fat cock away and tells the two guys who were watching me getting fucked in the bathroom "breaks over back to work, you can get a turn later" now i just get teased all the time for being a Cock whore, i may have to change jobs, any day of the week one of the guys i work with might take my mouth or my ass! i hate it but it feels so natural to serve a real men!plitting , not as deep as his but so fat around it was another guy, this new guy was so hard too, he fucked me slow but then my ass opened up around his super wide dick, he began fucking my ass really pounding me, my hand were still on the wall and my dick starting to get hard in the cage which really hurt, all of a sudden without any hands i start cumming all over my pants down around my ankles, the top of the toilet , now i hear other people, i think they're laughing or cheering the guy fucking me on, he starts cumming and it feels like someone is emptying a enama bag inside me he cums so much, his dick goes soft and just falls out of my now wide open gapping hole, I'm in shock it was one of my supervisors, Dennis he's married/separated with 3 kids!. he turns me around and presents his cock for me to clean off, my Ex-girl's Bull is gone and Dennis says "i thought you were a closet case!" "Late night shifts are gonna be fun" he puts his fat cock away and tells the two guys who were watching me getting fucked in the bathroom "breaks over back to work, you can get a turn later" now i just get teased all the time for being a Cock whore, i may have to change jobs, any day of the week one of the guys i work with might take my mouth or my ass! i hate it but it feels so natural to serve a real men!

I get turned on by bottom-guys with a sexy GAPING, (elongated) fuck-hole. I imagine how many big-dicked studs must have rutted his hole... and how long... each session must have taken... how many MAN-HOURS are on his gaping fuck-hole. The more guys I imagine have bred and 'broken him in', the more I'm turned on.

Hey there. Coming to Philly and going to a Club Philly on Sunday November 3rd all afternoon and evening looking to get bred, especially in the sling 🙂

All in, please. I want to eat a load that's been in me, not on me,

@S6AT6A6Nmy friend, excellent new story! Love where this is going! Looking forward to more!

Cowboy regular gave me a nice pair a ripe pits to clean, a hard deep pounding and a huge load buried in my hole early this morning. Only dick I'd get up that early for. 17 more loads needed to reach my goal of 200 this year.

You must check out BV. I usually go on the boardwalk and stand against the railing with my ass hanging out for any takers.

Ooh, and how I could I forget, "You've got it now!"

PART 6: Shawn and I texted fairly often keeping in touch. He would tell me about his sexcapades, which weren't often. Although he is 19, and extremely attractive, he wasn't really into the "hookup" scene, and he only had a few times that he caved into his desperate need to get off. He had fucked a couple DL college boys on his campus, despite him being a bottom. He did however find one other guy on campus that would top him. The guy was a very closeted frat acquaintance from one of his classes. Shawn sent pics of him, and I have to admit he was definitely hot. But he was apparently bi, or extremely closeted but without a doubt disturbed as Shawn would later find out. Shawn had run into him a town over from the campus at a bar. The guy was drunk and alone. He approached Shawn asking if he was from his Poli-Sci class then asked if he'd have a smoke with him in the alley since you couldn't smoke in the bar. Shawn said he didn't smoke, but that didn't dissuade the jock. He told Shawn he just needed some company out there. To make a short story shorter, once they got to the alley, the guy pushed him against the wall and said, "I see the way you look at me in class faggot." Shawn was scared but he was out and proud, and hadn't really had any bad experiences, so he was a bit naive. He told the jock, "everyone knows I'm gay, I'm sorry if I look at you, but come on, you know you're hot." The guy smashed his body into Shawn's against the brick wall and put his face against Shawn's and growled in to his ear, "I don't want no faggot looking at me like that." Shawn was starting to get scared, this jock had a very thick muscular body. Shawn replied, "I'm sorry man, I didn't know it offended you. I won't look at you ever again." This was when Shawn noticed the guy was crushing his body against his but more noticeably the jock's cock was hard as a rock grinding into Shawn's leg. The guy didn't say anything else, he just held Shawn there unable to escape grinding against him. The jock grabbed his throat which made Shawn gasp for air, which the athletic classmate took to his advantage by spitting into Shawn's open mouth. Shawn wasn't sure what was going on. Was this guy closeted? Was he about to beat the shit out of him? He soon found out. The muscular jock, wrestled Shawn around and pushed his face against the brick and quickly undid Shawn's pants and peeled them down his tight bubble butt. Shawn could smell the whiskey on his breath as he felt the jock fish his erection out of his own pants, he heard him spit several times into his hand then immediately felt the guy enter his hole. Shawn was extremely turned on, but also scared and tried to get out of the guys' grip. Shawn begged, "Please stop, not like this, not here. Do you have a condom?" To which his classmate angrily responded, "I'm straight, I don't have anything, and you better not either fag." Shawn felt the guy starting to very roughly saw in and out of his hole with what felt like an average sized cock, but it apparently had a curve that was beating against his prostate because Shawn became erect in about 3 seconds. He resigned himself to what was happening. He was basically getting raped, but at the same time, enjoying it all. He just let him fuck into his hole until Shawn started breathing hard, "oh fuck. Shit, I'm cumming." Shawn blasted his load against the bricks, which sent his hole into convulsions and a few seconds later the jock was growling while blowing his load deep inside Shawn. He pulled out, turned Shawn around and slapped him so hard he fell to the wet asphalt. "You ever tell anyone about this queer, and I'll fuck you up so bad you'll never be able to walk again," then left. Shawn, myself and Marcus all admitted we jacked off later to the whole story, but we all also agreed that Shawn should stay way the hell away from that guy. Even transferring classes to avoid the psycho jock. We had continued to text of course, and kept making plans for myself and Marcus to breed Shawn again. It so happened that Spring Break was coming up and his dorm mate would be gone that week, along with most of the campus. So we started making plans for Marcus and I to come up for the weekend and just fuck for days. We were finally going to make it happen. He'd only had had sex with us, and the three guys from campus, so we were super excited about the trip. Before Marcus and I committed to our threeday fuckfest with Shawn we told him we needed to talk to him on Facetime we had some stuff to tell him. We confessed to everything about our first time when we took his virginity in the park. That Marcus was born HIV positive, hadn't had his meds for a week and I had been on PrEP but hadn't had it in a month or so. We thought this would be a deal breaker, but Shawn told us, that he purposely didn't ask us about our status in the park, because he knew he'd stop himself from losing his virginity to us. He knew one or both of us MIGHT be POZ, but he was too horny to ask or control his desires to lose his cherry. Shawn said, he was still on PrEP and he still oddly trusted our bond and friendship. He wanted us to use his hole all weekend and never pull out. We arrived on Thursday evening and got to Shawn's dorm. He greeted us in a towel, told us to put our luggage down and asked us if we needed any water or anything to drink. I said,"The only thing I'm thirsty for is your hot ass." Shawn smiled, turned around and walked over to the bottom bunk, dropped his towel and got on all fours with his glorious peach fuzzed thick ass. It was fucking perfection. He had the end of a butt plug sticking out of his hole. He turned his head toward us and said, "Good, the only thing I'm thirsty for is your cum in my hole." Marcus and I were naked in a flash, hard as steel and immediately swarmed Shawn's naked body. We were touching him all over, kissing him all over his soft but muscular skin. I began working the butt plug in and out of tight pink hole until I couldn't stand seeing anything in his hole from jealously. That hole was for MY cock. I yanked the plug out roughly and spat into his gaping hole, that immediately closed up. Fuck...Shawn's hole was still tight as fuck. I grabbed his hips as he furiously sucked on Marcus' huge uncut POZ cock. I told Shawn, "Take a deep breath, and when you let it out, I'm going to ram my thick cock all the way into you." Shawn moaned as his mouth was full of Marcus' dick. I grabbed tightly to his thin waist and thick ass, positioned my fat cockhead on his wet hole and when I saw Shawn's chest exhale I slammed forward, my cock disappearing into his tight hole in an instant. His hole was spasming around my cock as it stretched his hole oh to blissfully tightly around my shaft. I railed on him until I was about to nut then yanked my cock out. I could barely catch my breath. Shawn turned around and said, "What's wrong? Why didn't you breed me?" I responded, "Because I loaded up first the last time we were all together, Marcus should breed you with his massive cock and POZ cum first this time." Shawn had no problem with that idea. He immediately climbed up the bed and slowly started teasing Marcus' massive uncut cock with his perfect hole. Finally Marcus put his hands on Shawn's shoulders and forced him fully down onto his raging erection. Shawn was riding Marcus' cock hard, he was soaked in sweat from the vigorous efforts and slowly layed down on Marcus' chest while continuing to be ravaged. I was jerking off against Shawn's hole and Marcus' cock and forced a finger into Shawn while Marcus was still pummelling away. This was too much for me and I was about to bust. I don't now what came over me, but I pushed Shawn's lower back down, and pinned him against Marcus' body, and forced my fat cockhead into Shawn's beautiful hole, double penetrating him. Shawn yelled, but I forced maybe two inches into his spent hole and immediately began firing a huge load into him. Shawn was delirious from pain and pleasure and rocked back onto our cocks for a minute breathing hard, unable to catch his breath. That was when I looked down and around Shawn's gorgeous muscular back to see that Shawn had completely covered Marcus' chest, neck and face in cum. Shawn had cum hands-free when I forcibly double penetrated his hole and blew my load in him. "Oh wow," Shawn said in between labored breathes, "that was fucking intense." My cock slipped out of him and Marcus responded, "yeah man, I wasn't expecting that, once you started exploding your cum all over me I shot about ten times deep in your boy hole. You're loaded up good boy." This was just the beginning of our three-day fuck-fest. There were more surprises to cum...deliciously villainous surprises...

I love the way some guys (especially those who look like masculine tops) FLAUNT their fuck-hole and the obvious 'modifications' they have experienced by lots of hard, extended, repeated and fully enjoyed anal RUTTINGS! NO DENYING dude is a but-fuck champ!

The taboo and fear of AIDS being able to kill you is now gone from the younger generation. Even porn reflects this as almost all of it is condom free because everyone (at least in London) is on fucking Prep. It's a mixed bag because older gays I met are still traumatised by AIDS being a death sentence whilst younger guys are happy popping Prep and taking raw cock like fake-sluts. I like how easy it is to BB a guy now but where's the fun when you can't gift them?!? Prep is this generations condom, it prevents real connection between two or more people. When I fuck them I have to know I have left something in them FOREVER that will alter them, not to be leaked out in an hour. My goal is to get either the fresh guys who aren't on Prep or persuade them to come off it to help keep my legacy alive forever.

Not sure if this is a trick question. In the circles I’ve been running in ever since I was 14 BB has always been the norm.

I always leave a bruise on your throat cunt.remember when I choked you unconscious then woke you up with a punch in the face that gave you a black eye? thats only a sample of what I wanna do to you slut.

I the most important thing is that you strangle it hard enough to make it lose conciousness.and dig in cause because sometimes it tries to fight you.thats even more fuuse you can feel the faggot fading.sometimes I tell the whore that I'm actually going to snuff it as they start to lose conciousness just to see the panic.i say stuff like "are you ready to die faggot?" or "I'm not gonna stop strangling you till you're dead faggot".I even told one slut "don't worry about how you just got aids cause I'm gonna kill you right now." lol (he still emails me all the time)its also fun to romance some little Twink into the bathhouse sling then I make it beg me to choke it out(cause they think they're gonna get a mild choking) then dump my load in it and by the time they wake up some random bathhouse trolls are fucking poz loads up its ass

i like to strangle a cute little neg twink with my bare hands in the bathhouse so that he never sees my face then tell him it that im giving him aids right before he passes out,then make sure its hole is getting fucked by a new guy when he wakes up

well i love wrapping a belt around the faggots throat and pull hard while i fuck it from behind.i can fuck hard like that and when they pass out the cunt loosens right up but nothing beats wrapping my hands around its throat so i can feel it struggling to breathe and look into its eyes while it loses conciousness. i love that look in a young faggots eyes when its not sure if im going to let it live.but for a gangbang whore.i like to put the boy on a fuckbench and hang it with an actual noose while we all fuck it. just gotta let it breathe once in awhile lol

Part 32 - The Virgin Brother Ben was feeling very sorry for himself in the morning, he pulled the duvet back over himself after his kissed Jacob who was off to work. Jacob came out of the bedroom and started walking towards the stairs when he heard Fabian call him from down the corridor, he did an about turn and headed to his bedroom. As he walked in he was surprised to see that Fabian was naked saying good bye to Paul, as Paul left he said to Jacob that he would see him when ever he turned up. Jacob thought that was a strange thing to say but he forgot about when Fabian closed the door and started talking to him. "How are things with you and Ben, still going strong?" as he strolled to sofas by the balcony hinting to Jacob to follow. "Yeah really good, he has an almighty hangover this morning though." "Hmm, not surprised with the amount of bubbly he was putting away last night. Mind you I heard about your little bit of fun." "Oh errr." "Finally nailed your brother then, I know Jake has desired that for ages." "Alcohol and hormones I guess got the better of me." he sat there smirking. Fabian sat beside Jacob who was now sporting a semi hard on, he had no idea why. Fabians closeness caused his cock to become fully erect and he could see that Fabian was also sporting a pretty big erection, he owed a lot to Fabian and Paul come to think of it. Jacob didn't recall how it started but he was kissing Fabian and laying underneath him still fully clothed. He had never played the role of being a bottom, in fact Jacob had never been fucked but was all this about to change and his future about to take another turn. He felt Fabian pulling him up into his arms and carry him over towards the bed, his feet landed on the carpet as Fabian began to undress him. Jacob already undid his trousers and they fell to the floor followed by his underwear. He stood exposed and naked wrapped in Fabian's muscled arms, he moved his mouth towards Fabian until their lips met and he felt the moist warmth of Fabian's tongue enter his mouth, his tongue meeting Fabian's as they locked together in a passionate kiss. Fabian picked Jacob up and placed him on the bed and quickly turned him over on to his stomach, he laid there not sure what he was suppose to do or even if he wanted to be in this position. He let out a slow moan as he felt Fabian's tongue licking the inside of his thighs, his tongue progressed round to his balls then up across his hole, he squirmed and raised his arse up off the bed. Fabian now made his way up along his spine to his neck, Jacob was now clutching at the duvet moaning in to the pillow. Fabian looked at the tattoos adorned across Jacob's arms, finally lowering himself on top of Jacob. He whispered in to Jacob's ear 'I want you to become family Jacob and you know what I want to gift to you.' Jacob starred at the headboard of the bed. He felt Fabian's cock slide in between his arse cheeks and rubbing up and down against his hole announcing it's arrival and intention. Jacob turned his head slightly to the side unsure if this was really happening or if indeed he wanted it to happen, he couldn't speak only murmur as the he felt the a wetness between his cheeks from the continuous rubbing and leaking precum from Fabian's cock. Fabian kissed Jacob on the neck and slowly lifted his hips up all the time manoeuvring his cock towards Jacob's hole. The copious amount of precum leaking from Fabian provided ample natural lube, Jacob tried to raise his head and shoulders off the bed only to be met by the solidness of Fabians pecs almost pinning him down to the bed. Fabian reached round with his arm securing Jacob in place as first their eyes met then their lips, slowly he moved his cock side to side applying light pressure to slowly open Jacob up. Jacob winced and Fabian held tightly as the head of his cock finally slipped in side, immediately he felt Jacob's legs pounding on the bed 'are you okay Jacob' he asked kissing his mouth and neck. He never got an answer as Jacob struggled to cope the shearing pain running through his arse, every time his heart beat it exasperated the pain causing him to groan in agony until the pain started to ease, Jacob grabbed Fabian's free hand with his and squeezed it tightly holding on. His hold was tight around Fabian's cock who was now controlling himself to prevent a premature ejaculation. Fabian applied more pressure as another inch ripped it's way in to Jacob, the pain was to much for Jacob to handle as he cried out in agony, but he never asked him to stop. Fabian reached over to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of poppers, he told Jacob to take a couple of deep inhales each side. Jacob complied as Fabian held the bottle under one nostril the closing the other with his thumb. Immediately Jacob felt his head spinning and feeling that someone was hitting him with a hammer deep inside his head as the chemicals began to course through him. Fabian felt the hole relax and pushed in a few more inches, Jacob moaned but was in less agony now but the legs kept pounding at the bed every now and then. He gave Jacob a couple more sniffs from the bottle and pushed last five inches of his cock deep in to his arse, as he did he hooked Jacob's legs his feet pinning them to the bed. Jacob looked ahead eyes open wide and the pain ripping through his arse moaning and crushing Fabian's hand with his tight grip. He felt his heart beat in his head as the pain began to subside, he felt the invading cock making small gestures of movement inside him as he emitted short gasps each time. He legs were immobilised and he was trapped underneath Fabian in a most erotic way, a sensation he slowly began to enjoy feeling the real dominance of a man. He felt a couple of harder thrusts deep in his arse and knew that Fabian was about to start fucking him. Each thrust in was still causing him to gasp and groan at the pain but it was becoming more tolerable. Fabian kissed his neck as he sensed Jacob was now relaxing, steadily with his hips locked against Jacob's arse he quickened the rocking pace of his thrusts, his cock sexually devouring Jacob. He could feel Jacob's legs tensing against his feet as he sped up, Jacob grunting and moaning tried to push his arse down in to the bed in an effort to ease the discomfort in a futile attempt. Still he held on to Fabian's hand squeezing hard, he let out a big moan as finally he completely relaxed his body, turned his head and kissed Fabian. Jacob started feeling the weight of Fabian's balls gently slapping up against his arse, the coarseness of his pubic hair rubbing against his hole when Fabian ground his cock deep in his arse. From their kiss he sensed a change in Fabian's breathing pattern becoming quicker and more erratic, he let out a moan in Fabian's mouth as he felt a strange feeling as if the cock inside him and grown even more. Fabian moved his hand to hold Jacob's head as he felt the tightening of his balls, he had held back as long as he could and was now at the point of no return for Jacob. He pushed his hips hard up against Jacob's arse, Jacob cried out at the pain of the cock lodged deeper inside him. Fabian held his head so his face was close to his, Jacob felt the cock pulse twice in quick succession as he grabbed the duvet with his one free hand. He cried in to Fabian's face just as Fabian let out deep grunting sounds from his chest, his cock pulsed again and Jacob felt Fabian's seed firing in to his arse in multiple streams, coating and penetrating his worn arse lining in toxic laden seed. Jacob inadvertently pushed his arse up harder against Fabian's cock causing him to thrust down harder and deeper as Jacob winced in the pain. Fabian closed his mouth over Jacob's and drove his tongue in to his mouth in wild abandonment, Jacob's legs straining against Fabian's feet locking them down in place. All of a sudden he felt Jacobs arse muscle clamping down hard and tight around his cock, Jacobs body shuddered underneath him as his cock erupted soaking the duvet underneath him with his own orgasm. Fabian continued pushing in to Jacob feeling the muscle relax and quickly clamp back up again, he started fucking Jacob again much harder this time. Jacob's arse clamped down again and Fabian moaned as he released a second toxic load in to Jacob. He laid on top of him for several minutes as they gently kissed, Fabian told him to relax his arse otherwise he would never be able to pull his cock out. Jacob smiled and replied we wasn't sure how to do that causing Fabian to laugh and kiss him at his naivety. After about 15 minute's Fabian's cock had softened enough to pull away from Jacob's grasp, it was painful for Jacob as he winced with every inch being withdrawn from his arse. Mission completed Fabian rolled on to his back and noticed there was blood on his cock, he went to the bathroom to clean off and when he returned Jacob still laid there on his stomach. "You okay Jacob?" "Sore, very sore." "Sorry about that, it will be okay after a day or so." "Does it mean you have given me what you gave Jake?" "It does, but if you want I have some PREP here to prevent it." Fabian opened a draw and pulled a white pill container out and held it up to Jacob, he took a moment and looked at Fabian before moving closer and kissing him and then said he didn't think that's necessary. Fabian dropped the pill bottle on the bed and wrapped his arms around Jacob kissing him deeply. They were interrupted by Jacob's phone buzzing at a new message, then Fabian's phone buzzed. Fabian saw the message on the screen from Paul asking where Jacob was, he picked up his phone and called Paul. The conversation was short telling Paul that Jacob had a sore arse and wouldn't be in to work today, laughing as he hung up the phone and told Jacob to go and nurse Ben through his hangover. Jacob wiped his brow as he felt hot and uncomfortable sitting at his desk at work a couple of weeks on from his sore arse sick day. Dave walked by and looked at Jacob asking if he felt okay. It took a few moments to realise Dave was speaking to him before he quickly disappeared and got Jake. He arrived and told Dave it looks like he is coming down with flu, he went round to Jacob's side and hoisted him out of chair taking him to Paul's office. Jake called to Tad to open the door, as they stumbled in Paul looked up and immediately picked up his phone calling Spencer. Within 20 minutes Spencer and JP arrived, administering the quick test Spencer nodded at Paul who in turn called Fabian to let him know and they were coming home. Back at the house Spencer carried Jacob up to Fabian's room whilst JP collected the hydration drip feed bags and stand from their house. Ben came bursting in the room and went over to Jacob's side, he stayed and helped nurse him through the next 4 days. Jacob was slower to recover than Jake, Fabian stood at looked at the two of them as Ben's arm was around Jacob's neck cuddled up close and both sleeping, he then looked at Marco. "Remind you of anything Marco?" "Yes, when Jake told me he loved me. Do you think history is repeating itself?" "Jacob has become an extraordinary person, I see the same spark in him I saw in Jake when he was around you." "They are feisty together but always end up having sex, I think that is what draws them to each other." "Ben told me two weeks ago he had fallen completely in love with him, hopefully Jacob will realise this." Jake walked in the room and gave Marco and Fabian a kiss and looked at Ben and his brother sleeping. He chuckled quietly and told the Marco and Fabian that it looked like us several months ago, the both smiled and put their arms around Jake. Andre appeared with coffee and set it on the table by the sofas, Zack appeared a minute later carrying two protein shakes for the boys. Today was the last Friday in October, it was wet, wind and cold. Jacob laid there in Ben's arms he had never felt such love and affection as he did right now, slowly he was perking up and feeling horny, he could hear the others in the room as he realised he was laying in Fabian's bed. He slowly turned to see Ben fast asleep facing him, he kissed him lightly on the lips. He felt Ben's arms hold him tighter and their lips met and engaged in a long kiss, Ben didn't open his eyes and let his left hand wandering down Jacob's body round to his arse until he cupped his butt cheek, all the time they played tonsil tickling. Andre was first to notice the subtle movement of limbs under the duvet and pointed it out to the others who were now looking on like it was a shop window display, watching as Jacob had become a full member of the family. The end.

BB is already the norm, all the college boys I hook up with and fuck rarely ask about status and always just assume that we're gonna fuck bare

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.

Part 2 I didn't have long to ponder my fate as a blindfold was placed over my eye's and a mouth spreader was forced in my mouth, stretching my jaws far apart. I felt someone messing with my cock and balls, forcing my cock into some kind of tube. I instantly felt sharp pins digging into my flesh and realized it was a studded chastity cage, one that would cause great pain if I tried to get hard. I tried to protest, but couldn't get words out through the gag. The next thing I felt was someone tying a band around my bicep. This was followed by a slight prick in my arm. After a few seconds the band was released and HOLY FUCK!! Waves like I never felt before rushed through my entire body, seizing my lungs in a death grip. I coughed violently for about a minute, then dissapeared into pure euphoria. I vaguely felt my head being released, being left to dangle. A rag was tied around my nose and I recognized the smell of poppers, sending my brain into outer space, and my asshole craving anything to be shoved in it. I didn't have to wait. A hard cock slammed into my guts as another one plunged down my helpless throat. I was brutally fucked from both ends, unable to do a thing to stop it. I could hear the voices of the men as they cheered the two rapists on. "Fuck that jock cunt" they yelled. "Bust that whore open! Teach him his new position in life as a worthless cumdump!" Over and over the cocks pillaged my holes, finally dumping their loads deep in me. They were quickly replaced by two more cocks, slamming me deep with no mercy. I just hung there and took my assault, moaning at the pleasure of having my holes ravaged. After they pumped their seed into my body, the mouth stretcher was removed. "How do you feel pig?" my new Master asked. "More please Sir!" I barely croaked out of my battered throat. "I need more cock Sir!" I begged. Master just laughed."I told you you'd become my whore! You thought you were such hot shit, now you're just a cumdump!" With that something new was shoved into my mouth and buckeled behind my head. My head was raised up and secured into place as a new cock entered my ass. The next thing I knew, warm piss was flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it down to keep from drowning while I was fucked by unseen cock. Over the next several hours I took cock after cock after cock. I have no idea many loads of cum were pumped into my perfect teen ass, or how much piss I had drunk. All I know is by the time the sun started to rise, I was a forever changed slut. My cunt was a stretched out sloppy mess, and I still wanted more! After the last stranger bred me, a large butt plug was shoved in my overflowing jock pussy and I was finally let out of the sling. Master guided me over to a cage and shoved me inside, locking it. "Try and get some rest slave." he instructed me. "I have more plans for you later." I couldn't wait to find out....

The Royal Poz Fuck Gang [six-Part Story] Note to the Reader: I decided to take on a huge project this time around. The thread "The Unremorseful Stealther" was one many people encouraged me to have a continuation of after the main story. I will definitely go back to it and fill in the next portion, but I wanted to formally have a Hot & Outrageous Cum Soaked storyline for you boys with unique and kinky tales of Sexcapades and the Men who love them. Maybe some of you will even recognize the real dick-down sessions that inspired these fuck-tales. [5-Star Ratings very welcome!] Chapter I: A Letter to Mr. BigDick This wasn't your typical party, of that much I am certain. Five men sat around a small table top with what looked to be a poker game going on. Cigar smoke hung in the air thickly in the shadowy basement which was dimly lit by a single bare bulb off to the side. If one was to come down into the basement they would be able to barely make out the outline of a rumpled mattress pushed into a corner and a sling near it, the walls all lined with mirrors, a single flat-screened TV on an entertainment stand playing porn, and a tripod with the single red-glowing eye of a recorded peering back from the darkness. This was the courtroom of the self-proclaimed Royal Poz Fuck Gang...or maybe the dungeon. "So, get a load of this guys," spoke up the first of the men, light brown skin told of his mixed heritage, and the bright and vibrant face exemplified the fact of his youth. He could only be in his late 20's at most. He sat shirtless, showing-off the hard earned six-pack with baggy sweatpants barely clinging to his powerful and toned legs. He was younger than all except one of the men gathered, but believe it or not he was the leader of this devious bunch, "This bottom I fuckin' bred and converted sent me a love letter!" "No fucking way man," laughed a shaved muscle daddy with a silver and black goatee that sat next to him, "He tracked you down because he fell for ya, after I know you must have stealth pozzed his neg hole. You get all the good shit when we get together." "Markus, if you're not used to the King of Poz Fucks coming up with something hot and wild by now, you really haven't been paying attention. Now, get on with it Derrick and tell us about this new convert of yours." The young black male cracked his knuckles and picked up the letter with artistic handwriting sprawled across its pages. 'Dear Mr. BigDick,' I thought when I wrote this letter for you I'd be pissed. I thought maybe I'd be crying uncontrollably even...but no, here I am sitting with an uncontrollable hard-on as I finger myself wishing it was your fat hung cock ripping into me like you had just over two months ago. I guess I should just come out with it...you pozzed me and I know you did it on purpose now. I was naive and more importantly...I was easy. You used my hole and filled it with poison seed without even caring and lied to my face you were neg. It was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, hotter than any fantasy I had dared to conjure up in my most twisted daydream (and one I could have never confessed.) Maybe...you'll take me back even though my hole is no good to you bugged up, since you can only convert me once after all. Maybe I shouldn't have but I secretly video taped our encounter...and sent it back to you so you can watch it and hopefully will see I'm worth filling one last time at least...or maybe you'll just keep it as a trophy of me being a notch on your belt. Fuck...even that would turn me on. Mr. BigDick already had the video started and all eyes turned to flickering screen hungrily to see the conquest with their own eyes and how a bottom could be so mesmerized after being so utterly used and thrown away by their hung comrade. "Wow, you look exactly like your pictures," a young Italian jock voiced in a low tone sitting on the only bed in view of the camera angle. "Your pics don't do you justice man," a smooth and sensual response came from Mr. BigDick, "Should let me take some pics of you sometime...I bet I could get some great positions with you." "Pun intended?" the Italian jock laughed good-naturedly drawing a bit closer to the thuggish looking hook-up he was about to test the waters with since he only recently came out. "Always," Mr. Bigdick voiced with a mischevious grin, "Now what was it you were wanting to do my man?" The Italian boy shrugged and looked away with a blush already spreading across his face. "Is it cliche to say I've never been with a black guy before?" He chuckled nervously. "Only if you add right after that, you always wanted to get with one to see if the stereotype is true about black dudes being hung and fucking your hole into the ground," Mr. BigDick joked with another laugh. His right hand strayed to his crotch grabbing on it suggestively. A clear outline of the beast beneath the thin layer of cotton could be easily picked out. Italian boy felt himself flush with something different from shyness now, he wanted this hot and street-wise playboy and he wanted him to do nasty things, things he could never speak of to any of his friends or family...he wanted hot and secret fantasies to be realized and dirty kink to go down. "Guilty as charged," Italian Boy confessed, without another word he was already sucking on the thick meat even while it was still covered by the sweatpants. His eager hands tugged at the waistband to uncover his mouth watering (and filling) prize. "SHIT!" Italian Boy breathed in awe as he saw just how big it was, almost nine inches in length and he could only guess its girth, "No way I could get more than the head in my mouth." "Mmmm, hope you ain't turning me down from getting a lil something something already," Mr. BigDick teased in a sultry tone while cocking his head to the side. An inviting and reassuring smile creased his full lips as he asked his next question, "You're neg, right playboy?" "Oh yeah, I've sucked guys before but you'll be the first anal, and we're going to be safe anyway just because you know...can't be too careful," Italian Boy explained. The most impish of looks seemed to show on Mr. BigDick's visage for just a moment before vanishing. The men at the table all chuckled and nudged one another as they watched, it was that knowing Stealther Smirk, he was gonna get that ass one way or another and it was going to be overflowing with toxic jizz. "Let me rim ya man, that'll open you up, and we can just go from there," Mr. BigDick suggested. Italian Boy complied willingly and bent down onto all fours so his ass could hang just over the edge of the bed, facing the camera. BigDick's tongue was already lapping and teasing expertly at that perky bubble butt making it wet and tantalized by its dancing motions. A loud and prolonged moan escaped the bottom-to-be's lips as he rested there. His ass sank just a bit lower and his back arched just a bit more over the next few minutes showing his eagerness to take more than a tongue had to offer...it was sweet torture and BigDick wasn't ending it that soon to make sure the bottom would make the fatal mistake. "Fuuuuuck! I need that cock," Italian Boy begged meekly looking back at Mr. BigDick with pleading blue eyes. "Before I put on a condom, I just want to make sure my hardon won't go away by teasing your hole, alright?" Italian boy was already wiggling his tanned ass so he could have optimal positioning, "and here...ever used poppers?" "Sorta...I tried something called Maximum Impact, but...I don't think I get how to use it," Italian boy admitted sheepishly. "Just sniff in both noses, this is way easier," Mr. BigDick encouraged his target. The man licked his lips as he slapped his swollen cock head against an ass cheek of the boy on all fours in front of him. His dick pressed gently against the hole but then pulled away and circled just outside it to give the bottom time to fall into the trap. Italian Boy sniffed somewhat cautiously at the nondescript brown bottle with liquid in it. He then followed up with his other nose, this time with a bit more of an inhale. "Oh...my...fuuuck!" He sighed in exhilaration while a relaxing heat radiated from his chest and went straight for his hole making it feel even hungrier than he could ever remember his ass being. The quick sound of spit came from Mr. BigDick and his member was covered with saliva. Another splat of the liquid hit Italian' Boys eagerly waiting ass and he moved his cock swiftly against the sphincter and carefully observed Italian Boy's reaction. "Like how that dick feels against your ass white boy?" Mr. BigDick inquired in a low masculine tone, he pressed the head of his cock harder against the bent over hole, almost enough to feel like he would go in, but not enough to actually penetrate. "Mmmmm..." Italian Boy moaned softly in response, leaning back even more against the dick letting it nearly pop in and sniffing more of the poppers already. Mr. BigDick plunged into that tight boy cunt without another moment's hesitation or deliberation. Italian Boy's head reared up instantly with a sharp noise of surprise, he tried to wiggle forward slightly to lessen the speed he was being entered with, but Mr. BigDick already had his powerful hands gripping the boy's sides forcefully to keep him in place. "Shhhh, I ain't going to give that hole more than it can handle," Mr. BigDick whispered hypnotically his voice had a dark comforting lull that eased Italian Boy back onto the fat cock that now was over half-way up his bare boy hole. He hit the poppers once more inspite of himself, his hole ignited into a white-hot insatiable tool for the man topping him to use to his heart's content and Italian Boy loved it. He had never imagined feeling so slutty and worthless and still feeling good, excited, and hungry for ever more. "Holy fucking hell!" the bottom swore loudly, as he began to get railed entirely with the monstrous cock Mr. BigDick wielded with surgical precision for hitting the spots in his ass that would send the bottom shaking involuntarily with waves of pleasure and sinful delight, "So this is why guys get so obsessed with black tops, FUCK! Rape me!" "Yeah bitch. Give it on up boy," Mr. BigDick's gaze was fixated on the sweet hole that was sliding from the base of his balls to just over the head of his near nine-inch dick, the ass lips tugged and sucked on the cock as he fucked viciously and deeply showing just how fat that cock was and how tight his pleasure boy used to be. He was wide open now, juicy and wet with pre-cum lining the inside of his hole and covering the entirety of BigDick's shaft. He now pushed on the center of the bottom's back, making him arch his ass up towards his dick even more so he could plunge, fuck, and fill that boy hole ever deeper and more quickly. Italian Boy moaned and cried out periodically incoherently as his hole was assaulted and slowly getting his poz top closer to climax to infect his naive neg ass with unmedicated seed. Italian Boy closed his eyes lost in pleasure as he sunk into the sweat drenched sheets, only aware of the room shaking from the force of Mr. BigDick's thrusts crashing against the mattress with each rever-berating slam into the bubble butt the white bottom gave up so eagerly. "Oh shit I am about to fill up that white boy pussy," Mr. BigDick announced as he licked his lips and sped up to full frenzy thrusting, making them short and powerful. A wave of went across Italian Boy's ass and up his back from how much strength BigDick put into those dick strikes he delivered into the very deepest center of his bottom. "Dude--Duuude! Just..cum on my back or in my mouth. Fuck, I didn't mean to let you fuck me raw this long," Italian Boy begged suddenly, even as he got his legs forced further apart so his top could put the hole into optimal receptive positioning for his cock and cum. Italian Boy's face was nearly completely obscured by a pillow, he couldn't even see if Mr. BigDick was giving the telltale signs of a top about to cum in his facial expressions. "I'm clean my man. You're gonna get my fucking load playboy, I own this fuck hole," Mr. BigDick said sharply with a resounding slap of his hand against a white ass cheek. Italian Boy whimpered acceptingly and took his brutal ass fuck in submission, he could feel the veins of the cock inside him pop and the already thick fuck stick grow even more full as cum gathered up inside for release. He desperately hit the poppers one last time to prepare for the climax. Mr. BigDick seemed to be able to sense his bottom's acceptance and change from the poppers immediately, because right at the same time he began to spurt hot rivets of tainted seed as deep inside his new convert as possible. He growled his satisfaction as he gripped each cheek even harder like handlebars and let his sweet man milk coat the walls of his bottom until he popped out of that sweet and no longer innocent ass and a spray of poisoned poz seed splattered everywhere from the volume of cum inside Italian Boy's used up fuck hole. "Hot damn, I haven't emptied a bombshell like that in a good long time," Mr. BigDick laughed in satisfaction, slapping that ass he had craftily gifted -- Once. Twice. Three times before he stuffed his index finger into his ass hole to push some of his cum back inside. "Your cum feels hotter than other guys' cum..." Italian Boy commented idly as he flopped completely onto his stomach, covered in cum and sweat from his dominant top buddy, "Like there's something extra there." "Weird," Mr. BigDick said with a sly and knowing smile, "I wonder why..." --End of Video--