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Chapter 11 Max went to work on my hip and pretty soon I could make out the outline of what I was sure was going to be my new favorite tattoo. “What do you think?” He smiled as my face lite up. “Fuck I love it!” “Give me a few minutes and we’ll get this bad boy filled in, then we can start on Chad’s gift to you, if you’re still up for it.” “Go for it! I can’t wait to see what you fuckers came up with.” “I think you’ll be pleased. Your buddy Adam on the other hand,” he chuckled. “Let’s just say the world’s going to know exactly what he is. So you two together?” “Adam and me,” I laughed. “Nope. We just met last night. He was my surprise from my poz breeders and a reminder of my duty to pass on the gift they gave me. They told me he was shy but all I’ve seen is a cum hungry slut. His little cock stayed soft the entire night and just leaked precum like crazy.” “Yea I get the vibe from him he’s a total sub bottom who needs a good alpha to make him his boy.” “After his little display with you I’d agree, and I think he has the hots for you.” “Okay, all done. What do you think?” I stood up and looked at my new ink in the mirror. “Thanks Max, this is truly amazing. Now every time I see this work of art I’ll see what I’ve become. It beautiful.” I gave him a big hug and kiss. “And just what have you become?” He asked looking at me with a smirk on his handsome face. “Free!” I kissed him again and made sure to stick my tongue deep in his mouth. I had one hand on his ass and with the other one I grabbed his dick through his basketball shorts. He was hard. “I think we should take a break.” I slide down to my knees taking his shorts with me. He was going commando so his huge 9” dick jumped out and smacked in the face. “Damn that thing can poke an eye out.” “Guess you better get it in your mouth then huh. Damn you’re a good cock sucker but if you don’t ease up I’m going to shoot my load and I have other plans for that.” He pulled me off his cock got me on all fours and jammed his hard dick all the way in till his ball smacked up against my ass. “Fuck yeah!” I screamed out. “Damn you have an amazing ass. Can’t believe I finally get to breed you.” He continued plowing in and out of me for awhile until he slammed in all the way and I could feel his load explode deep inside me. “Fuck that was prefect!” He pulled out and I immediately flipped around to clean him off. “Too bad you’re not more passive or I’d make you my sub,” he chuckled. “Good thing you brought Adam.” He grinned. “Hop up on the table and relax for a few minutes. I’m going to go check in on my new ginger.” I laid down on my stomach and promptly drifted off to sleep. I guess the last 24 hours we’re catching up to me. I’m not sure how long I was out for but I soon felt someone touching my back. “Sorry to wake you. But if i don’t get started we won’t get much done today.” “No problem, Max. I was just having this amazing dream I was poz and had a hot load of cum in my pussy.” “Oh that was no dream you slut.” He slapped my ass and went to work. “Now I’ve made a slight adjustment to Chad’s gift. We were going to give you a tramp stamp, but after looking at your gorgeous back I think it needs to go right between your shoulder blades.” Gulp, just how big was this ‘masterpiece’ going to be? After a couple of hours I was at my limit and Max could tell. “It’s almost done. One more session should do it. I’d say you have to wait until it’s completed to see it but I know you’ll run to a mirror the second you’re out of here.” “Yep that’s an accurate statement,” I laughed. “Okay, lay still let me take some pics. Alright you can get up now.” He handed me my phone and I immediately looked at the pictures. Wow holy fucking wow. Perfectly nestled between my shoulder blades was a large bio haz sign and surrounding it was this amazing design that appeared to be made up of letters. “Those are the initials of your breeders who knocked you up.” “Holy fuck Max! That is truly the most beautiful design I’ve ever seen.” “Well I can’t take all of the credit. It was really Chad’s idea and I just took the concept and ran with it,” he grinned. At that moment Chad, Tommy and Adam walked into the room. “Honestly guys this is fucking amazing. Thank you so much.” I grabbed Chad and Max in a tight hug. “So I guess that means you like it,” Chad said. “Love it!” I suddenly noticed Adam standing off to the side. He had a sly grin on his face when he caught me looking at him. “Well damn Adam!” Both his nipples and ears were now pierced, his small cock was locked up and he had a chain with a padlock around his neck. “Turn around boy,” said Max, “show him the best part. Adam turned around, and there on his right ass check were the words ‘daddy’s little slut’ and on his lower back was the perfect tramp stamp. It said ‘neg cum dump’. “So what happens when he converts?” I asked. Adam’s face lite up and said, “Max is going to put a line through neg and tattoo poz above it.” I couldn’t help but start chuckling. “I take it from your reaction that you like it,” I asked. “I fucking love it! And he wants to add a bunch more ink over time. I can’t thank you guys enough. In less than a week my life has been totally transformed.” Max gave him a look and he beelined right to him, dropped to his knees and started sucking him off. “Well fuck me Max,” I said, “I do believe you’ve got yourself your very own ginger boy.” He grinned, “and you guys did a great job of opening up his pussy for me. He’ll be able to take my fist soon.” Chad had his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. “You really like your tat?” “I love it thank you so much.” I gave him a deep kiss. Damn I really loved kissing him. His hand dropped to my ass and he started fingering my already sloppy hole. “Hmm is that my load up there or did Max finally breed you?” “That’s Max’s, he gave it to me after he finished the first tat.” I started moaning when he added a third finger. “God I love how slutty you are. Isn’t your pussy sore by now?” “Yes it’s sore but I can’t help it, it’s hungry for more cum.” “What kind of cum?” Tommy asked. He’d been watching the action from the doorway trying not to get in the way. “Well I’m not picky but I do prefer the poz variety.” “It seems like all the real men here in the shop have had a go at your pussy today.” Referring to Chad and Max, “any chance I can take a turn?” “Chad and Max both said at the same time, “of course you can.” “He’s all loosened up for you, Chad said removing his fingers from my hole. “And already lubed too.” He stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to clean off. “Fuck Max, if you’d told me all your clients were like this I would have moved to your shop years ago. Get over here slut.” So apparently being surrounded by naked men was my new normal. I could get used to that. I walked over to Tommy and grabbed his hard dick. “So are you giving me a poz or neg load, Tommy?” “Poz but I’m undetectable, sorry,” he said sheepishly. “That’s Okay. At least your not neg. You can always go off meds,” I said winking at him as I turned around and backed onto his hard cock. “Fuck your cunt is so sloppy, how many times did Max breed you?” “Only once but I got a load from Chad in the shower before we came over and god knows how many loads I took last night. I just try to keep them in as long as possible.” He was fucking me rough and I was trying to clamp down on his dick but my pussy was really stretched out after all the abuse its taken. After a few minutes he pulled out and called to Max, “hey come here I need your assistance, he’s too loose.” “Of course what do you need?” The room we were in had a couch in one corner. “Lay down on the couch, Scotty climb on top and ride his dick.” We both did as instructed then Tommy came up behind me and pushed me to Max’s chest and shoved his dick in beside Max’s cock. “Holy fucking shit,” I screamed. “Just breathe boy,” Max said and held me tight. “You’ll get used to us in a minute.” They gave me time to adjust then slowly Tommy started moving in and out. I started moaning. “I think he likes it Tommy.” “Don’t stop, don’t stop! Fucking breed my faggot ass!” I have no idea how long they continued the assault on my ass but I was in heaven. Soon I heard Max start to grunt followed closely by Tommy. “Yeah fuckers, flood my cunt with your cum.” They slowly pulled out of my ass and Tommy collapsed on top of me. We all looked over and saw Chad fucking Adam doggy style on the floor. It took us awhile to pull ourselves back together, find our clothes and get dressed. We settled up with Max and were ready to head out. Adam was sitting on Max’s lap behind the counter up front. “Hey Adam you coming with us?” Chad asked. Adam looked at his new Sir and shook his head. “No I’m going to stay here with daddy Max. He promised to keep giving me toxic loads until I’m officially his poz boy.” I started laughing, “you two are perfect for each other. Max, Tommy, thank you both for a very memorable afternoon!” ”Call me when you’re ready to finish up your back and we’ll schedule you in,” Max said as we were waking out. Chad and I left and headed for the subway. “Hey I’m supposed to meet up with a friend for dinner. Do you want to join us?” He asked. I shook my head, “Thanks but I’m going to head home and crash.” “You do look like you’re going to drop from exhaustion. You okay getting home by yourself.” “I’ll be fine. Nothing a hot shower and ten hours of sleep won’t fix. Thanks again for today. It was awesome!” As I was waiting for my train I checked my phone. Fuck! My best friend had left about ten text messages and two voicemails. I hadn’t seen him in a couple years since he lived on the west coast but we usually talked a couple times a month. Except I’d kind of been avoiding him since he had a way of getting things out of me that he had no business knowing. I read a few of his texts then just called him. “Oh thank god I thought you were dead in some ditch!” “No Kevin, I’m very much alive just been crazy busy,” getting pozzed, but he didn’t need to know that. “So I’m in town for a few days on business but I’m staying with Josh.” Fuck! Double fuck!! “Dinner, tonight! I won’t take no for an answer.” “I would love to but I’m just getting over the flu and I’m really wiped out tonight.” Again not really a lie. “Scott I’m worried about you.” “I know and I appreciate it, but I promise you I’m fine. How about we do brunch tomorrow and we can catch up.” “Fine I guess that works. I really want to talk to you about Josh.” “What, is there something wrong?” “No, no he’s fine, I just want to run some things by you is all.” Okay, good you had me worried. Look Kev, I love ya but I’m about to drop dead from exhaustion so I’ll see you tomorrow.” “You’d better be there or there will be hell to pay! And I want every detail about what you’ve been up to. It’s been too long.” Oh this was going to be interesting.

Part 1 - November 2018 Darren sat in the chair wiping his eyes, his head lowered trying to comprehend what the counsellor was telling him. All he saw was her mouth moving, the words just didn't make sense in his mind and he completely broke down. The doctor sat there in silence watching and probably judging him based on where he was from. What he did see was a 22 year old lad from the estate and most likely a habitual drug user and thief. His dark buzzed haircut and sporadic tattoos on his arm that probably extended across his body as well were classic for persons from the estate. He was a fairly well built young man standing five feet nine inches tall with a nice muscle definition, not big by any standards but also not small and one who could easily look after himself. Having been his doctor all his young life Darren had matured in to an attractive 22 year old and it was hard seeing him like this now. His blue eyes lost their sparkle against the redness from his crying which had gone on for nearly 20 minutes, the doctor was fast loosing interest as in reality he saw just another person from a family that lived on state benefits from the Flowers estate. You could say his life was mapped out unless he did something to lift himself out of the estate that was rife with drugs and gang culture. Dr Edwards excused himself and walked out the room and grabbed some water leaning back against the wall, questioning his own ethical practice and judgment. He couldn't fathom out why these people ever acted so surprised when they caught something from whatever it was they were doing. Looking up at the ceiling he never expected someone so young to be diagnosed with HIV in his area, he wondered if his judgement was premature as there were no tell tell signs of needle marks. The lad would just sit there and deny any knowledge of how he could have possibly contracted it, in fact he almost raged when the doctor began asking personal questions. His mother, Rose, sat there more concerned about getting back to watching TV than being with her son, at one point she looked at him 'are you still crying' she said displaying no emotion to him. Dr Edwards crunched the paper cup in his hand and threw it in the bin, composing himself he opened the door and entered the counselling room. Rose looked up at the doctor "Are we done here?" she said picking her bag up. "I'm sorry Mrs Stevens do you have somewhere you need to be?" Dr Edwards asked sitting back down. Rose looked at the doctor and counsellor "What else do you need me here for?" she replied. Rose stood up and walked out of the room nearly knocking the pharmacist over who was bringing the medication for Darren to the counselling room. He checked over the prescription making sure it was the correct drugs. "Darren, there is 3 months here which you must take do you understand?" Dr Edwards asked seeing him nod. Darren looked at him "Just for 3 months?" he asked wiping his eyes. "Darren you will have take this for the rest of your life to keep the virus under control" he replied. Darren broke down again at the full reality of how his life changed "You can't treat it?" he sobbed. "If you take the medication you can go on living a normal life" Dr Edwards explained. "Really?" Darren asked looking up and the doctor nodded. "Come back in 2 weeks and we can check the virus levels are going down" Dr Edwards said standing up. Darren had calmed down enough and took the bag of medication and instruction sheet from the doctor, he stood and walked out of the clinic. He still felt sick, but then he was carrying a very high viral load of 750k which resulted in him falling ill for the second time that month. He sat in his bedroom afraid to go and hang out with his friends, he knew how he got it and who gave it to him and he was hell bent on getting his revenge somehow. The problem was he would have to do it alone as he couldn't risk any of his friends finding out as they would probably turn on him. After a week of sitting in his room and slipping out to walk up along the Malvern hills he was beginning to feel better, by the second week he had been to see Dr Edwards again for another blood test. Hoping to get the results there and then he was told to come back in two weeks for another test, Dr Edwards said that if anything was not right they would call him. He sat in the waiting room four weeks after the initial diagnosis feeling much better, the nurse came out and called him in to the doctors room. "Darren hello, take a seat and I will be with you" Dr Edwards said reading through Darren's file. Darren closed the door "Hi" he said and sat down looking at him. Dr Edwards looked up "Good your viral load is down to 300k but still some way to go" he said smiling. Darren nodded "I feel a lot better as well" he told the doctor. "Keep taking the medication Darren, be as regular as you can and you will be back to normal" Dr Edwards told him. Darren looked at him "Normal, with this hanging over me?" he replied taken back. "There is no need not have a normal life Darren" Dr Edwards said looking at him. Darren half smiled "Okay" he said as the doctor gave him another appointment in one months time. "You should find yourself a job Darren, your bright enough to make something of your life don't end up on this estate forever" Dr Edwards said cautiously. Darren looked up at him "Giving career advice now as well" he said trying to be light hearted about it. Dr Edwards chuckled "Really Darren, you could make something of your life you have what it takes". He walked home contemplating what the doctor had said, he knew Dr Edwards was right and seemed to show some concern for him. But for the moment he had no idea how or what, he did know that hanging around with his friends would not allow him to move on. If he was honest with himself he really wanted off the estate and find a sensible life. It caused him to question if getting the revenge was really what he wanted to do or even if it would be worthwhile, no matter what he did he was still going to have HIV at the end of it. Apart from the gang of friends who he hung out with around the estate his existence was a lonely one. He had no patience to be with a girl despite many of them swooning over him because of his looks and tattoos, he just never felt it was what he wanted. A mother who neither cared or wanted him in the house, a father who was lazy as fuck and only showered and shaved once a week when he went to the pub. He sat down in the park looking across the road at the estate and suddenly seeing it for what it really was, run down and a grotty place with grotty residents, the people in the town avoided cutting across and took the long way round despite the inconvenience. The families were abusive, rough and picked on anyone who had the balls to cut through their territory. It never use to be like this he thought, the last 7 years it had gained a bad reputation all over town and in the indeed the county. Sitting on the swing he thought about that late afternoon two years ago that lead him to this point in his life. To him it was just normal to pick on the guy as he had in school, the years that had gone by didn't seem to have made any difference. He still enjoyed taunting him and calling him a poofter when he saw Byron. But this time he had pushed him over the edge, finally having had enough of the years of abuse he turned and made Darren atone for his sins over the years. He never expected or saw it coming but Byron had changed and he never fathomed how much muscle Byron now packed as he felt himself overpowered with ease. He hadn't seen Byron since that afternoon, he did wonder if he was keeping a low profile and avoiding crossing the estate now. Byron is the same age and was in his classes at school until he left having won a scholarship at some private school. The scrawny upper class prick Darren thought remembering back, his blond hair, blue eyes and slight frame. The timid shy person was easy pickings at school. Not today he isn't he thought, he still has blond hair and blue eyes and that is where it ends. He now stands at five feet ten inches tall, a dancers build that is fit and heavily muscled, you would never know that as he wears loose clothing. That is what fooled Darren to think he could still take Byron down. Byron picked up his suitcase from the luggage carousel at Heathrow and said good bye to several of the cast members who had flown back on the same flight from New York. Promising they would go out on his return to London before they started rehearsals for their next show on one of the popular TV reality shows. Today though he was going back home to Malvern and his foster parents to spend the next two weeks over Christmas with them. Thankful that at least he could have a nice rest and recharge his batteries. The driver spotted him coming through the arrivals exit, you couldn't miss Byron with his little bun on the top of his head and a kind of designer stubble adorning the now chiselled features on his face. He cut an imposing silhouette amongst the crowd exiting the doors, the driver walked towards him and waved, Byron smiled in acknowledgement. Tom had driven Byron around quite a bit over the last year and they had become fairly acquainted with each other, they shook hands and walked out of the terminal over to the short stay car park. "How was your trip to New York Byron?" Tom asked heaving the case in to the trunk of the car. "Really good but exhausting" he replied "two months of two shows a day, kind of glad to be home for the rest". Tom chuckled "I read that you were quite a hit on Broadway, the singing and dancing" he said looking at him. Byron laughed and sat in the back seat "Only one song in the musical, I didn't want to but they coerced me". "Don't Byron" Tom said as they pulled out of the car park "I have heard you sing, you are amazing". They rattled on for the entire drive to Malvern, Byron actually was quite fond of Tom and had no problem engaging in conversation. Mountview had spotted a star in the making with Byron, almost the triple threat of singing, dancing and acting which was perfect for musical theatre. Byron however found his first love in dancing weather contemporary, ballet or ballroom he was pretty good at all styles. He was the first dancer that Mountview put with one of the top talent agencies and the only dancer who got private transport instead of public. He knew time was ticking and he would have to start on medication soon since his last test showed he was running a virus level of 600k, but due to his fitness he remained very healthy, albeit dangerous to have sex with. The car passed the outskirts of Malvern and headed through the town stopping at a set of traffic lights across from the Flowers estate. "God that place looks worse every time I see it" Byron said seeing Tom look over to his right. He nodded "Not a place you want to go through I hear" Tom said. Byron looked at Tom "Use to be such a nice place, but I guess a generation has moved on" he said wondering if Darren was still being a bully. They drove for several more minutes turning on to a leafy road with sprawling houses set back off the road either side. Continuing half way down they made a left turn on to the drive of his family home, the front door opened as his foster mother stood on the steps beaming at his arrival. Although he was old enough to leave and do his own thing he was still part of their family and he looked on them as his real parents. After all he owed a lot to them as they encouraged him and helped him down the performing arts route. Every review and production they would attend supporting Byron, Jane was impressed by how Byron had changed physically and become the handsome, kind and affectionate person he is today. Byron was retrieving his case from Tom when a red Porsche turned on to the drive and Stefan stepped running across the driveway hugging Byron. "How did you know I was coming home?" Byron asked letting go of Stefan. Stefan laughed and put his arm around his shoulder "Your mother texted me this morning" he said. Byron was so overjoyed to see Stefan that he welled up as they hugged. Through the years that passed and at every corner Stefan proved to be a friend, they really did count on each other. Maturing from just school friends to an incredibly close bond they formed over the years. A few snow flurries danced around in the air as the biting cold wind swirled across their faces. His mother called them both in to the warmth of his home.

Got lucky tonight on the PA turnpike near Carlisle. Stopped at a service plaza and immediately made eye contact with a guy in a work van. I went inside, took a piss, and as I was walking out the van driver was standing by his driver's door smoking. He was in his 30's, about 6', probably 250, belly, and a long brown goatee/ buzzcut head. He nodded so I stopped to chat, and after he obviously rubbed his groin a second time I offered to help him with it. We got in the van and moved to the rear. Plenty of tools, but he also hada dirty twin mattress🙂 He pulled out a swollen 8" cut cock, so hard it was almost purple. I got down on my knees and deep throated that cock easily (no teeth in my way now) and had his close in minutes. I stopped and asked if he'd like to fuck me, and he said fuck yeah. So I get naked, load his cock up with as much spit as I can, then present my hairy hole to him. He pushes in slowly, and I open up nicely for him then clamp down once he's all the way in. He nuts deep after like 30 seconds, but stays inside and fully hard. After catching his breath, he starts slow fucking me and soon I'm hearing the sloppy cum fuck sounds I love so much. After 15 minutes I can't wait any longer and I start to jerk my cock and tell him to give me another load. He picks up his pace, and with me encouraging him, he blasts load #2 inside me. He finally goes soft and plops out, and I spin around to lick his cock clean. He rubs my head and face as I do this, then I get dressed, thank him for his stud service, and make my way back to my truck. This was 5 hours ago, and I still have a cum filled ass which I plan to plug as I jerk off before bed.

I checked grindr while walking to the grocery store yesterday. A 25yo bud who lives a block past it quickly hit me up with a pic of a cock in his hole asking if I wanted sloppy seconds. Fuck yes! He buzzed me into his apartment building and left his apartment door ajar. He was waiting ass up on his bed sniffing poppers. Good slut. I only took off my jacket while I ate his tasty, cummy hole before my cock was out, hard, and pushing inside of him. Fucked him for 15 minutes or so before he was begging me to add my load to his ass. I gladly obliged and fucked him for a few more minutes enjoying the wet sounds it was making. Pulled out, said thanks, rinsed off my dick in his bathroom sink then left. He never looked back at me and took 4 more loads after that.

Chapter 10 I can just imagine what the old security guard in the lobby was thinking as six sweaty guys reeking of cum got off the elevator and proceeded to leave the building at almost 3am. “Late evening doc?” “Hi Chester, you know me. I’m not satisfied until my patients have a positive outcome.” “You’re a good man doc. You shouldn’t work so hard. I hope you boys appreciate the good doctor here, giving up his Friday night.” I looked at the guard trying to keep a straight face. “We absolutely do sir. He’s positively the best.” With that we exited the building as fast as we could before one of us lost it. “What do think Chester would say if he knew just how positive the evening had really been?” Chad asked. “You boys are terrible. Didn’t you hear him tell you that you should be grateful to me?” Adam grinned and said, “oh doc believe me I’m VERY grateful!” “Okay you sluts, home. Now.” Adam, Chad and I started walking in the same direction towards our subway stop. “Hey I have an idea. You and Chad should crash at my place that way we’re altogether and don’t have to worry about coordinating schedules tomorrow.” “Sure Adam, and you wouldn’t have any designs on milking a couple more poz loads from Scotty and me, right?” He tried to look offended that we would even think that about him but he couldn’t hold it and was soon grinning from ear to ear. “Can’t blame a boy for trying. Come on doesn’t a sleepover sound fun?” He was wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Good god I thought Scotty was a sex fend but he has nothing on you.” I started laughing. “Well what can I say, once you taste poz cum it becomes very addictive. I could go another round.” “Fuck you two are going to be the death of me.” Adam was laughing. “So is that a yes?” “Fuck it let’s do it.” We made our way to Adam’s apartment. Turned out he lives pretty close to Max’s shop so maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I mean who needs sleep anyway. We were all naked pretty much the second Adam closed his door. I dove into Adam’s ass eating out some of the many loads he had buried deep inside his cunt. While Adam was busy sucking on Chad’s big dick. Honestly as much fucking as we’d done the last several hours it was amazing we had anything left. But yep I was rock hard again. I used some of the cum from his ass to lube my dick then plowed deep inside. I lost track of time and was soon shooting my load. Damn I’d topped more in one day than I had in months. I pulled out and Adam flipped around to clean me off while Chad took my place fucking the little slut. Chad fucked him like a machine making Adam whine like a bitch in heat. Chad slammed into his ass balls deep and let out a scream as he blasted his load. We all collapsed in a tangle of bodies. Pretty soon I dozed off with Chad’s arm wrapped safely around me. Saturday morning, or I should say afternoon, we made our way to the tattoo parlor. Max was at the front counter when we walked in. He saw us and broke out in a big smile. “You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck your tight ass today. I hear you’ve become quite the slut. He gave me a big hug and grabbed my ass. God I knew I should have tried to seduce you the first time I saw you.” I gave him a passionate kiss. Fuck he could kiss. He greeted Chad and we introduced him to Adam who was drooling like a fucking fool. Max was about 6’4” not overly muscular but extremely fit and toned. Shoulder length blonde hair, three day stubble, piercings in both ears and he had amazing ink. “Damn you’ve got some new work since I’ve seen you last,” I said. He was wearing a white tank top which showed off full sleeves on both arms. He took off the tank top and turned around to show me his back which was now covered in devil wings, he also had a design down the outside of both legs which looked like it ran all the way from his ankle to his pits. But the one that made me rock hard was a new one on his chest, a very large bio haz on his right pec. “Fuck me that’s beautiful!” “I understand that’s what we’re doing for you today too.” “That’s exactly what he’s here for,” Chad said. “Have you decided where you want it?” “I’m thinking here on my hip,” I said pointing to the area I was considering. “Okay strip and let me take a look.” Now a month ago I’d have been like ‘you want me to do what?’ But now, fuck it. I didn’t even bat an eye. “You, ginger boy,” Max growled in his sexy voice, “you here for moral support or you getting your bio tat too?” “I’m not poz...yet.” “Strip boy,” Max said licking his lips. Adam wasn’t quite so sure but slowly started taking his clothes off. “Hey boy, when an alpha male gives you an order you comply immediately! Understand?” “Yes sir.” He started going a lot faster. Damn I liked this side of Max. “Okay Scott let me see.” I was standing in front of him totally naked. “Damn, I do good work,” he smirked as he looked over his past designs. “Yea with your hairy chest it wouldn’t look the best on your pec. I think you’re right, your hip is a better spot. Turn around. Hey Chad come here for a sec.” Chad and Max were whispering behind my back. “Fuck yeah that’s prefect,” Chad agreed. “Umm guys, what’s perfect?” “None of your concern. Chad here’s paying for it so you don’t need to worry it.” Oh fuck. “Now you ginger boy, front and center. Hands behind your back. Damn I’ve always wanted a ginger of my own. You say you’re still neg?” “Well I was Sir, but not sure after last night.” “How many poz loads you take?” “Honestly I’m not sure sir. I lost count.” “It was probably around ten or so,” Chad said. “That’s a good start. Turn around. Fuck look at that virgin canvas just waiting for its first ink. I’m going to have fun with you. You like being told what to do don’t you ginger?” I saw him start to shake a little but damn if his small cock didn’t start to get hard. “Max noticed and said, “yep that’s what I thought. I think we have a good little sub on our hands.” I think Adam was starting to wonder if maybe he should have stayed in bed instead of coming with us. Max’s business partner Tommy was just finishing up with a customer so when he was done he had him join us. “Boys this is Tommy. He’s almost as good as me,” he said grinning. “Don’t believe a word he says. I taught him everything he knows.” “You wish. Okay as I was saying, Tommy here’s going to take care of Adam while I do Scott.” Tommy, Chad and Max conferred for a few minutes and had evil grins on their faces. Poor Adam. “Scott you’re with me, Adam, follow Tommy and Chad. This won’t hurt too much.”

5. You’re doing well boy. How do you feel with your cock safely locked away?”read Sir’s next text. Hornier than ever Sir! Good. And I hear you served the tops I sent over so far today well. Thank you Sir. Now we don’t want to wear that nice cunt of yours too quickly. You’ll have a few hours off to do as you like. I will send you an address a little before 1 of where you’re supposed to go for your next load. What you decided to do before then is up to you. If you want more cock then you know how to find it. If you get bred you will get a video and send it to me right away. Yes Sir! And I expect at least two more videos of you filling a glass with your piss and drinking it down boy. Fuck! Yes Sir! Good. Have fun 😉 1pm, alright I had three hours to kill before my next task. My cock hurt a little straining against the cage, and my hole felt empty. I grabbed the plug from where it lay on the floor and bent over to cram it back into my hole. It slid in easily and didn’t quite lock in as tight as it did before. I went into my room and pulled a pair of briefs to try and keep the plug in better. What to do now. If I was totally honest with myself I didn’t want to wait till 1 to get fucked again. I was so horny I felt like I needed it. I went into the kitchen and got myself a large glass of water and drank it down quickly, thinking about how hot it had been to drink my own piss earlier in the day. Then I opened up scruff and started scrolling. The pickings were slim early morning on a weekday. So I sent out some messages, checked Grindr, and then started scrolling through porn Twitter while drinking another glass of water. Feeling my cock struggle against the cage made me even hornier. I started to look for new profiles to follow: subs, caged boys, raw bottoms, pigs. My searches got more and more raunchy. I watched caged boys be stretched out with toys and hands, I watched them take loads, and I watched them worship men’s bodies. I slugged back another glass of water, my bladder swelling slowly. This was the most turned on I had ever been. My hunger for cock was growing and the messages I sent out were getting more and more desperate. I eventually sent a message to a man older than my father with a thick mat of white chest hair, and just a bit of a bell on him saying only “please breed me Sir!” I sent similar messages to a few more guys while walking to the bathroom. The cup I had used earlier still sat on the bathroom sink. I held it under the slit at the end of my cock cage and let go. Warm pale yellow liquid filled the glass, steaming up the sides. I held the camera steady till the last drop feel from the cage and then swapped it to feature my face, smiled, and raised the glass to my lips. The taste was lighter than last time, slightly less acidic, but still the warmth of the liquid was alluring. The taboo of what I was doing filled me with lust as the warm tart liquid slid down my throat. I smiled into the camera, and then texted the video to Sir. And then the daddy I had messaged responded...

Thank you for these thoughtful posts. You've given me a lot to think about. If you have more to say, keep it coming. I appreciate the different perspectives and I'm noticing the advice that repeats.

Any of you that said you never turn down a man that wants to give you his load or it’s your job to take every load are wrong. Sometimes you may be asked when you are not in a position to douche or you may not have the time or place to take him. I recently had to say no to a couple of guys. I had to let them know that I wasn’t in a position to receive loads at that time. They were ok with it. It’s better than having a messy bottom. They don’t get over that as well.

One of the precepts of social protocol at the Baths is that it’s best NOT ask about Status. Yes, you may be asked to put on a Condom, but rarely will you be asked if you're POZ or NEG. It's generally assumed, erroneously so, that POZ guys will either seek out other POZ guys or do without. Case in point: I invited two hot Latino Boys to my room. They were Lovers, and had never done a three-way before. We started off sixty-nining, and the older one whispered that he'd love to see me fuck his BF. The BF in question was maybe five years younger, early twenties, slender, and really cute. I was all about tagging his Ass, so I mounted the Cunt. Just as I was about to slide in, he said, "Wait! Put on a Condom!" I tried to hide my vexation, and thought I could start with a Condom and slip it off later. But once I had the Rubber in place, the Kid changed his mind, and wouldn't let me fuck him at all. Frustrated, I made myself clear. "OK. I'm gonna to lie back and close my eyes. Either one of you climbs on my Dick, or there’s the door." The Older One eased his Cunt down on my rubber-coated Shaft. Though the Latex cut the sensation, he made a valiant effort, rocking back and forth on my Rod, as his nervous Lover looked on. While the Kid was distracted unscrewing his Poppers, the Boyfriend slipped off the Condom and pressed it into my palm. NOW THAT WAS MORE LIKE IT! I could feel his slimey Pussy milkin' my Death Stick. He whispered in my ear, "Bareback is Better!" and he didn’t know how right he was. We switched positions so that I was on Top fucking him Doggy style, and he leaned forward and whispered to his young Paramour that it was cool cause we were doing safe sex. The Youngster was getting fucked up on his Poppers, so he was slow to react when I pulled out of his Lover and plunged into him. Between his high from the Poppers and the exhortations of his Lover, he was more amenable to getting fucked than before. He made a few futile attempts to see if I was still sheathed; but his quick-witted Lover arrested his hand, assuring him I was okay. It didn't take long for the older Dude to shoot all over us, and my own Balls were tingling. I didn't let on as I began to spasm and spurt, so the Youth didn't have a clue I was breeding his Ass. To top it all off, I made a great show of toying with the discarded Rubber, like I was rolling it off. As they left, the Senior blew me a kiss. In response I ran my hand over his departing Butt. My lone regret was that I had only one LOAD to share between the two of them, and I hadn't bred the Elder, too.

This story is inspired from when I was at school, and I used to discreetly perv on my P.E teacher taking a shower after games as my class and we would change back into our school uniforms ~ Enj0y. Chapter 1; I Thomas, grew up in a very strict, religious household with my Mother, Father, and my twin brother Peter in the City. We are a close family, and my twin brother and I were I say raised rather differently from others our age. Neither of us got our own laptops until we both turned 16 years of age, and we only got a mobile phone at age 11. However, we were not allowed Smart-Phones just yet, like everyone else in our class had. We were only allowed a basic handset which we would only use if we really needed to, and no one really had our numbers except for family members. My brother and I had always had our own separate bedrooms, yet spent much time with one another in each others rooms. We shared many similar interests, although he was more of the nerdy academic, whilst I was much more into my sports, particularly gymnastics, so over the years my body became naturally very much athletic with intense training from a young age. When we reached that 16 years of age milestone we got our laptops, which were meant to help towards studies for when we started our A-levels at secondary school after completing the initial mandatory five years there. Unfortunately, of that year our Grandmother became sick, and it was I who out of my brother and all my cousins who happened to have that much closer bond with her, and it was finally agreed I would defer a year from commencing A-levels to look after her at our home, and try and nurse her back to health. Sadly that never materialized, and after 11 months of looking after her, she passed away. During those 11 months I spent most of the little spare time I had exploring what was deep within me via the internet on my new gadget. By now I knew I was Gay, but had not done anything about it, nor told anyone (except for my twin brother). Not only did I know my sexuality, I knew it was in my DNA to submit to an Alpha-Male. I felt more than just a run of the mill 'Bottom'. I had a burning desire to submit body, AND my mind! I developed a fascination for cigar smoking Leather-Doms. Something about them made my untouched hairy ass-hole twitch. And I also knew that I whenever I were to be fucked it have to be RAW; Condom-Porn just seemed to alien, It did not look or feel right. Seeing Dick slide inside another Man's ass BARE spoke volumes to me. The following year I finally got to commence my A-levels prior to going to university. My brother was now on his second year with his A-levels. As we were born the middle of February, by the time I finally began I was 17 years and 7 months of age. I had opted to study; Physical Education (P.E), Art, Drama, Geography, History and Biology. My P.E teacher for the next two years happened to be no less than the infamous Mr Jackson. He only worked at the school a few days a week, and generally only taught the A-level students, although, he would occasionally teach the younger lot if a teacher happened to be off sick. During the years I would sometimes catch him after games taking a shower, as we all got changed, and I would from the corner of my eye discreetly perv over him; He had a solid rugby build, was super hairy, and sported a classic 70s mustache. Yet, what really captivated me were his super low hanging balls. They really did fascinate me in a way I could not quite yet fully comprehend. He lived a 45 minute drive out of the City in a village, where he had his main business, being a private gymnastics coach. Next to his house he had a gymnastics studio, and adjoining that was a building behind with an indoor swimming pool with lounge and shower areas. The lounge section had a seating area with a leather couch, a few leather armchairs and a few coffee tables, plus a pool table. Opposite to the lounge area was a small breakfast bar, and in the other corner was the shower area. It would be 5 months into my A-levels when I turned 18 that I would first encounter with a male, although, I would still remain untouched sexually. My brother and I got those all illusive Smart-Phones on our 18th Birthdays that our class friends had for absolutely years already. Our parents had also promised us both something else for our birthday presents, tailored to our individual characters, which we would get later on in the week. Back in my room I downloaded the app 'Scruff', making a small profile. But, I was too scared to put a profile pic. I was not out yet. I did however allude to the fact that I was submissive, and looking to be 'OWNED'. A few days later at school, during break time I was checking 'Scruff' when a few messages came through from a few faceless profiles. The one that grabbed my attention, even though without a pic, came from someone who was very much assertive; - You will send me a recent face pic of yourself for my consideration in taking complete ownership of you, boy. - Yes Sir. Calling me 'boy' immediately tapped into my inner sub who was super eager to get out and explore, and be explored ...*IMAGE sent* - Well well well Thomas, aren't you full of surprises. - Oh my god. Who is this? - Never mind who I am. I need to know for certain if you are appropriate for my requirements. Tomorrow after your game of Rugby, you will go to the changing rooms, and whoever happens to be standing with their backs to the showers, you will without saying a word stand in front of them, strip naked, and kneel before them, placing your hands behind your back, keeping them there. If there is no one standing their when you arrive, you will sit and wait on the changing benches. - Yes Sir - Good boy. You are off to a very good start addressing me as Sir. A true sub will always know how to communicate appropriately with his 'OWNER'. And so you know from the outset, you are not permitted to touch your Dick. - Thank you Sir. And yes, I understand. Fuck, just writing 'OWNER' in capital letters like that made me physically tremble. But, how did he know I played Rugby!? After dinner at home and spending sometime with my parents, and brother Peter, I went to my room, and re read my brief chat with this mystery man. Should I go ahead with his instructions? I began to feel nervous; - Good evening Sir. - Evening, Thomas. - I am not sure about tomorrow. I feel very nervous. - Channel your fear into a determined energy. Are you determined to be 'OWNED'? - YES Sir. Yes, yes I am. How will you know what time my game finishes? - Don't worry, I have all that information to hand. I went to bed that evening and couldn't sleep for hours, laying there, my mind racing, tossing and turning, wondering who it was I would be potentially meeting tomorrow, with all kinds of thoughts and emotions running through me, ranging from fear all the way through to excitement. I ended up needing to have a wank to release the tension, so I could then get to sleep. The next day as usual my brother drove us to school as he had passed his driving test a few months ago. All I had today was Geography & History all morning, then P.E later in the afternoon.

I’d still go to your bathhouse of choice. Enjoy yourself and have fun with lots of cum. Get tested regularly for STDs and treatment when STDs show up. My five cents of advice. 🐷

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28739/pozbb-young-buck/ This guy — HARDnine — has posted quite a few videos on this site. He loved to talk and has a sexy voice.

As far as the practical side, I'm with @drscorpio , I think. Also, don't forget that even if they are only having oral sex with other men, there are plenty of STDs they can pick up that way (HSV, chlamydia, gonorrhea, and syphilis, to name a few). As far as the relationship side, I know from very painful experience that it's possible to love someone (or more than one person) unconditionally and have them love you back, and yet for whatever reason have them treat you badly to the point where you cannot live with it. Only you can make that decision, but if the way that they are treating you badly is damaging to you (and the line "I also don't want to feel used having one of my guys saying "I love you" and calling someone else "daddy" in secret. That makes me feel worthless." is extremely telling, here), you need to take it very seriously. That kind of damage can be very hard to get over, and can slop over into all kinds of other areas in life; also, it is insidious because it can happen gradually in a non-obvious way. I'm five years out, and still having trouble putting my life back together. You may also need some outside help to get a more objective view of the situation - I had to talk to a therapist.

4. The door buzzed with in minutes, and not two minutes after that I was flat on my back just inside my front door with a total stranger’s cock balls deep inside of me. He was nothing too look at with an average sized dick, and he quickly fucked his load into me. He never even got fully undressed. When he was finished he smiled, said “you’re doing great,” and shoved the plug back into my wet hole before leaving. I let my legs down slowly and lay on the floor for a minute. I hadn’t even really processed what the guy looked like, or that I wasn’t that attracted to him before his cock was inside me. Then the lust had kicked in and I had taken his load without question. I was a slut, and I liked it. The door buzzed again startling me. I got up and pushed the call button asking who it is. “Open up boy.” It was a new voice but I knew the tone. I buzzed the man in and was soon standing naked in front of a tall black man with a broad chest and neatly trimmed beard. He wasted no time, he pressed me against the door, pulled his cock out and crammed it inside of me. Like they guy before him he was fast, and rough. His thick cock hammered at my battered hole while he growled in my ear. Then he rammed balls deep inside me and started to flood my guts. It wasn’t even 10am and I had two thick loads of cum in my hole already and my own piss in my stomach. I was hornier than I had ever been. All that I could think about was more sex. The club was doing a great job or driving me crazy and making me a horny slut. I loved it. “Good job boy, a lot of bottoms tap out around the second guy of the morning. Still interested in continuing?” The man said as he got dressed. “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good. Here’s the next part of your task,” he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. “To ensure that you don’t get distracted during your tests your cock is going to be locked up in this.” From the pouch he pulled out a small clear cock cage. I had seen them a few times while cruising porn but never in real life. “Stand up boy.” I got up and the man knelt down in front of me. He took my balls in his hands and quickly slipped the ring around them and then around my slightly hardened cock. He spit into the shaft of the cage and stuffed it over my cock before it got too hard. Holding it in place with one hand he pulled the key out of the pouch and locked the two halves together. I watched as my cock quickly swelled to fill the tiny cage. It strained for release and a drop of precum leaked from the slit in the end of the cage. The man laughed and stood up. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself. That’s good, we’ve needed a new bottom in the stable for a while. Now I’ll be taking the key. Sir, who you met yesterday will hold on to it until your interview process is over, or you give up, whichever comes first. Enjoy yourself today, Sir will be in touch soon.” With that he patted me on the head and left. I was left naked, caged, and straining.

Chapter 9 I’d been stuck in the apartment for a week now. By Friday morning I was climbing the walls. Thank god I had the appointment tonight. I’d finally know for sure if I was poz and hopefully get fucked like crazy. At 5pm I walked into Dr. Manning’s office. The minute Matty saw me he jumped up, ran around the counter and threw his arms around me. “Scotty! I’ve missed you, hot stuff.” “Matty you were at my place Wednesday.” “I know but your were all sickly then and now you’re positively glowing.” “Do you know something I don’t?” He stuck out his lip and pouted only like Matty could get away with. “No! Dr. Meany wouldn’t divulge the results. Something about health care privacy. He insisted you know first.” I burst out laughing. “I missed you Matty.” “Doc wants to see you in his office before we all get naked. You can go ahead he’s waiting for you.” His office door was open so I just stuck my head inside. Fuck he was so handsome. He already had his scrubs top off and was just looking at his computer while playing with his nipples.“Hey doc. Looking good. You wanted to see me!” “You’re looking much better yourself. How you feeling?” “Not back to a 100% yet, but definitely getting there.” “It may take a few more days to be back to normal. Just remember to take it easy. Well except for tonight.” He grinned that sexy wicked smile. “Sit, let me check you out real quick.” He took my temperature and blood pressure. “Everything looks good. Your coloring is back to normal too.” I reached up and pinched one of his nipples. He slapped my hand. “Behave! There’ll plenty of time for that when I’m done examining you. God why are poz bottoms so fucking impatient?” “Wait what?” “You heard me you sexy slut. Did you really have any doubts?” “Well I didn’t want to get my hopes up just in case I was still neg.” I jumped into his arms and gave him a deep kiss. “I’d wager to bet that with that first massive breeding we gave you, your neg cunt never stood a chance, but there’s nothing like getting absolutely confirmation.” He grabbed my hand and said, “come on strip. You have several horny fuckers who have been hounding me all day to tell them the news.” We both got naked and he lead me to the playroom. Gotta say guys there’s something fucking liberating walking around your doctor’s office naked with your doctor’s hand on your hard dick leading you to the fuck playground. We entered the room and Chris, Chad and Matty were all standing there stroking their hard cocks in front of the sling. “So,” they all called out as one, then started laughing. “You want to tell them Scotty?” “I don’t know I think you should be the one.” “Oh fuck the both of you. Just tell us damnit!” Matty yelled. I got a huge smile on my face. “Congratulations guys, you knocked me up.” “Congrats you slut!” They were all still standing in front of the sling. I was kind of expecting a little more of a reaction. Doc put his arm around me. “Now Scotty, we know you lean more towards bottom but we hope with your newly gained status in the poz club that you’ll not be selfish and that you’ll share the precious gift you’ve been given.” They were all looking at me with very proud looks in their eyes. “Chad and I talked about this a lot during the week. I understand my responsibility and fully intend to spread the gift!” They all cheered and surrounded me patting me all over my body. With them closer to me I noticed the sling for the first time. Already secured with a hungry look in his eyes was the cutest ginger I’d ever seen. The doc smiled and said, “meet Adam. When he heard we had a newly pozzed up member of our family he wanted to meet you and present his neg pussy for you to dump your first motherfucking toxic load deep inside.” “Fuck yeah! Thanks guys. I’m so horny, now I understand why y’all wouldn’t let me cum all week.” My hard dick was leaking like crazy. “We’ve got him all prepped for you, “Chad grinned holding up a toothbrush with bright red bristles” “What he doesn’t get Matty’s torture device?” “We decided to go old school tonight, plus I forgot to bring that PA. I only have my smooth one in tonight and we wanted to make sure we knocked the slut up good.” Matty smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Um excuse me,” Adam said. “I know you’re all excited about Scotty’s new status but there’s a very horny, very neg ass in this room that needs a very poz dick to fuck the shit out of him, now please!” “Fucking bossy bottoms,” doc said. “Scotty you heard the man. Get busy.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved my cock into Adam without warning and started to breed his neg ass for all I was worth. The guys cheered me on all the while stroking their very hard cocks. “Knock the fucker up.” “Breed that neg ass.” “Give him you first very toxic load!” “Poz that motherfucker.” “Yeah you want my poz load?” I screamed. “Yes!!! I need to be pozzed. Please give it to me.” That put me over the edge and I started shooting one of the biggest loads of my life. “Here it comes you fucker. Welcome to the family!” After that it became a no holds bar fuckfest. Adam got at least one load from each of the other guys and I gave him one more. They strapped me down to the fuck bench after I dumped my first load. They said I had to top more now but my first priority was still to be their poz bottom cum dump. Several hours later as we were all trying to catch our breath, Chad crawled over to my space on the floor where I had crashed and rested his head on very tired crotch. “So slut, got any plans tomorrow?” “Besides sleeping till noon, nope. Why,” I asked cautiously. “We have an appointment with Max tomorrow afternoon to get you some new ink. Imagine Max’s surprise when I made the appointment and told him what you wanted.” Oh shit, I tensed up. Max didn’t know I was gay and he was the straightest guy I knew. “Fuck what did he say?” “Let’s see, his exact words were, ‘wait Scott’s gay? No fucking way. And he’s a fucking chaser. I’m so going to kill him’.” “Wait what??” “He said if knew you were gay he’d have knocked-up your ass years ago when you went in for your first tat. He has a huge crush on you.” “Okay now you’re fucking with me. Max is not gay. That man is as straight as they come.” “Funny he said the same thing about you.” Matty started laughing. “When will we learn that looks can be deceiving. You thought I was a screaming bottom, I thought you were a total butch top, Max thought you were straight and you thought he was. Fucking hilarious!” Chad chuckled, “He did say you’d better be prepared to get fucked tomorrow. He may not be able to convert you but he sure as hell is going to add his strain to your toxic ass.” We all thought Adam had fallen asleep until he spoke up, “you guys mind if I come along? I’ve always wanted to get some ink.” “Fuck yeah! Max will love you,” Chad said. Just then doc got up and started pulling on his pants. “Okay boys. I think it’s time to call it night. It looks like Chad, Scotty and Adam have a date with a hot tattoo artist tomorrow.

Thanks for all the likes and comments. Chapter 7 The next couple of weeks went like so...Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I’d end up stopping by Dr. Manning’s office and one or more of the three of them would give me a quick load. Saturday, Sunday and Thursday I would hang out with Chad and he would usually be good for a couple of loads. Matty even joined us one Saturday. Damn that was a fun night. Then of course there was our Friday sessions where all four of my guys would use me for hours. We were coming up to the fourth Friday since I actively started the pozzing process. So I’d been taking toxic loads for three full weeks now. I woke up Friday morning with a slight headache and scratchy throat. I really didn’t pay much attention and went about my day as usual. I’d changed my work schedule so that I was only working half a day in the office on Fridays and the afternoon at home so I’d have plenty of time to prep for my weekly fuckfest. I was really loving these events and looked forward to them all week long. There was nothing better than when all five of us were naked together. By the time I left work for home I knew something wasn’t right. I felt like shit. I didn’t want to bother the guys at work so I just sent a group text to let them know that I thought they’d finally succeed in knocking me up. Less than 30 seconds after I sent the text my phone rang. Dr. Manning must have been between patients because he never responded that quickly. “You fucking slut! I almost shot my load when I read your text. Tell me your symptoms.” I started laughing. “Oh fuck, sorry Scotty. I’m just so damn excited.” “It’s okay doc. I figured you’d be happy just not this happy.” I proceeded to tell him all my symptoms and I could hear him getting even more excited on the other end of the phone. “It definitely sounds like your seroconverting.” “And doc my cock is rock hard. I feel like shit but I’m seriously horny as fuck. That can’t be right.” “Actually Scotty, my chaser patients often tell me that when they came down with the first symptoms that the only thing they could think about was getting more toxic cum. So it sounds like what you’re experiencing is quite normal. Well for a fucking twisted bug chaser that is, you slut.” “Thanks doc.” “I want you to sit tight. One of us will be over shortly to check on you. Just try to get some sleep.” Ten minutes later someone was buzzing my apartment. I didn’t even bother to check who it was and just buzzed them up. Shortly there was a knock the door. Chad was standing on the other side with a big shit eating grin on his handsome face. “So I understand you’ve earned your new ink? Have you decided where you’re going to put it? Oh fuck and how are you feeling? You don’t look so good.” I wanted to laugh but it just came out more as a cough. “Fuck you’re burning up. Let’s get you a cold shower to cool you off.” He stripped me then took his own clothes off and helped me to the bathroom. “God I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He was in back of me so I pressed up against his front and felt his hard dick poking into my ass. I reached around and guided him to my hole. He pushed forward and I pushed back and he was soon balls deep in me. I sighed. “Perfect! My body needs your toxic cum.” It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load against the shower wall while his went safely deep in my hole. “Thank you. Now can you please help me to bed.” The others showed up a few hours later and each of them proceeded to give me one load of beautiful toxic cum. It was the least amount of loads I’d received during one of our Friday sessions but honestly it had to be the hottest. They took excellent care of me over the next several days. One of them was always with me. On about the fourth day I was starting to feel human again. On Chris’ shift he took some blood so we could get confirmation to what we were all assuming. I asked about the rapid test but he said Dr. Manning wanted to be 100% sure. I was strong enough to get back to work Thursday but the doc insisted I just work from home. Doctor orders. However, he told me I was expected at his office Friday at 5pm sharp for a followup appointment. I tried to get him to tell me my test results but he kept saying ‘sorry I don’t have them yet.’ Somehow I didn’t believe him but he wouldn’t budge, so Friday it was. Friday could not get here fast enough!!

Chapter 3; Once Sir had his initial warm up fun with me, he dried and dressed himself, then as he was about to leave the changing room he gave me my first job to carry out; - I see you have your first Smartphone there Thomas. Finally upgraded from your retro handset you used to have for all those years. - Yes Sir. My brother and I both got one for our 18th birthdays earlier in the week. - Good. Now tonight you will make a short video of yourself fingering your cunt whilst on all fours facing away from camera, during which time you will give a speech on why I should take ownership of you. You will then send me the video via WhatsApp. Here is my card with my number. I expect this task to be completed by 10.30pm. - Yes Sir. After he left the changing room I was left there sat on the benches, naked, and feeling really excited about what had just happened, and what might happen with Mr Jackson. And him referring to my ass as my cunt really fueled my desire to submit to this sexy stud, and for him to take complete possession of me. I messaged my brother to come and fetch me, then got dressed and waited by the school gates. Brother Peter and I told each other everything with an unspoken sense of trust. As he drove us home I told him what had just happened, and he seemed to be showing much more of a keen interest in exactly what went on than I thought he would. And he seemed to be wriggling about in his driving seat. In fact, I got the strong sense he was turned on by it all. Actually, I know my twin like I know myself. I KNOW he was turned on by my tale. We had never discussed his sexuality, but I left it at that. There is always the right time for everything. I spent longer than usual with my family downstairs with our usual evening meal, and time spent in the lounge, so was a good hour late retiring to my bedroom than usual. Once there I installed WhatsApp and entered Mr Jackson's number into my new phone. I had him saved as Sir J. I maneuvered a chair and a box that I kept old vinyl records on top of the chair in front of my bed and placed my phone on top of it. I stripped naked, climbed on my bed getting on all fours, and proceeded to finger my asshole. Using voice recognition I commenced filming, then gave the speech that was requested of me as I continued to probe my hole; - Sir, good evening. I think you should take ownership of me because I am a true sub deep within my soul, and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah'' ... and I have a burning desire to serve and obey, with my body and mind. I need to be molded into what an owner exactly wants and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck, fuck, oh god'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah, shit'' ... needs from me. To my owner I would be completely loyal and do all is required to please him in every which way. Thank you for considering me, Sir. Well, that was it, I was now so horned up and I needed a release. I stopped the filming, flipped over to lay on my back, took hold of my dick, and began to masturbate as I continued to finger my hole. I was fantasizing about Mr Jackson pounding me hard as he took my virginity. After a few minutes of tugging away I heard a *Scruff* message come through on my phone. Could it be Sir. The thought that it could be is only how I could stop playing with myself. Indeed, it was from him; - Where is my video I am expecting? I checked the time stamp. Ooooops, it was 10.57pm, so I had missed my deadline he had set. - Sorry Sir. I just finished it, and now I am masturbating, and am close to shooting a load. I will send it in a few minutes once I have cum. I put my new phone to the side and recommenced my tugging. A few more *Scruff* messages came through over the next few minutes as I finished myself off. Oh, maybe they are from others who have seen that I am now online. So, I continued my mission and soon was shooting a huge load onto my belly, chest, chin, and some even hit the headboard. I don't think I had ever cum so much. Mr Jackson's new presence in my life was really turning me on. And I was very much eager for this to develop. Covered in cum I checked my phone for the latest *Scruff* messages; - You had better be kidding me when you say you are masturbating. What did I say to you yesterday; You are not permitted to touch your dick. That meant for all time. You need to learn that your dick is no longer your sexual organ. Your primary and only sexual organ you possess is your cunt. And that is how you will refer to it from now on. Not your ass or asshole. It is 'your' cunt! - Oi, boy, answer me. - Okay, if you are not serious about being 'OWNED' then we'll leave this seedling right here and take it no further into the light. He sure knew how to draw me in ... - Sorry Sir. I'm here. I'm here. Sorry, yes, I did masturbate, and I did cum. It is all over my belly, chest, and chin still. I thought when you said I was not allowed to touch my dick, I thought you meant only before our meeting today. I saw he had read my message. But then 30 minutes had passed and he had said nothing even though he was still online. - Sir, I am really sorry. I did not realise you meant I was not allowed to touch my dick again. I now fully understand my cunt is now my only sexual organ I possess, and shall proceed as such. I am sorry Sir. *I waited for a few minutes, and then ... - I am pleased you now understand, boy. In two days time, at 11pm Sunday night you will for one final time masturbate, but you will not play with yourself until then. Once you have shot your load you will eat all the cum you have ejaculated over your body. You will film this, and as you are eating it you will look directly into camera and say; ''I am ready and willing to be a loyal, obedient, and subservient cum faGGot for you, Sir'' - You will say this each time you take a scoop of your final load into your mouth. - Yes Sir. I will obey your instructions. And I will now send you the video I made tonight for you. - Good boy.

I know 100% how I got pozzed. About a month and a half ago, I answered an online ad where three young tops (19, 20, and 22) were looking for a bottom to fuck. The ad said that they wanted a bottom who was negative and liked to be tied up. I would like to add that I love to be tied up. Being tied up makes me feel helpless and unable to stop someone's actions and I love that feeling. Anyways, the next day I went to the house of the 22 year old and when I arrived, I was asked if I was sure that I wanted them to fuck me. I was told that once I said yes and stepped into the house, I wouldn't be able to back out. I told them that I wanted them to fuck me and that I was 100% sure. When I walked into the house, I was immediately tied up so that I couldn't go anywhere. The first top then prepared to fuck me. When I first answered the ad, I didn't know the status of any of the three tops and I didn't ask. I very quickly found out the three were HIV+. The first top started fucking me and a few seconds before the first top cummed in me, he slowed down slightly and whispered in my ear. He told me that he was HIV+ and before I could react, he thrusted one last time and shot his load into me. After the first top pulled out, I was told that all three of them were HIV+. I was told that all three of them had recently been infected with HIV and that they wanted to share the gift with others. Now I realized why I was asked at the door if I was sure that I wanted them to fuck me. I knew that when a person first gets infected, their viral load is very high. Since the first top had just shot their poz load into me, I knew there was a high chance that the load had already infected me. Looking at the other two tops, I knew that if I wasn't pozzed yet, I was about to be. There was no way I was coming out of this and staying negative. Plus I was tied up, so even if I wanted to fight back, I couldn't. (Not that I wanted to fight back.) So I then just waited for the other two to fuck me. I knew my fate was already sealed. For the next several hours, the three tops took turns fucking me. A week and a half later, I came down with the flu. I knew this wasn't any ordinary flu, I knew it was the fuck flu. I didn't get tested immediately. I waited to get tested at first, but I soon went and got tested because even though I knew I was HIV+, I wanted documented proof. I got my results back a couple days ago and it proved that I am HIV+.

I have always been mostly a top, but in the last 2-3 years I have started to discovering how good it is also to bottom. And also, I have always been attracted by black boys. One day, looking around in internet for a fuck buddy, I came across this black boy living in Milan. I send him a message, and I got his reply... he wanted to meet! That was good enough for me, so I picked-up my car drove to Milan, (about 60 km from where I live) to meet him. He was originally from Senegal, about 36, which makes him three years older than am I. We talked a little bit, and we drank something, but I want him to show me his assets, so I asked "When did you fuck last time?" "About 20 days ago, and I am quite horny." I had no time to think an answer or do something. As soon as he finished his words, he took my right hand and put it on his jeans and then start to kiss me. I feel something very big behind the pants, but I was concentrating on kissing him. Then we started to disrobe, and finally I was all naked and only his underwear was keeping me away from his cock. Wow! When I looked down, his underwear was almost exploding for the big meat hidden within. It looked as if his cock was trying to break through his shorts, which were soaked with his pre-cum. I slid-down the last barrier, and started to give him the blowjob he deserved. As I pumped his big black monster with my mouth, it seemed (if possible) that it was growing even bigger! Finally, after almost loosing my breath and dislocating my jaw to suck him, I stop and said to him.... "I am sorry, but I am not a good bottom and I have started to take cocks only recently. I do not think I can take it all." He replied that it was not a problem, that I could continue with the blowjob, that for him it was good enough. So I went back at his black dick, that was oozing more and more pre-cum. And then, it happen... I do not know why, but while I was sucking I feel a little drop of piss mixed with his pre-cum. That was my "no return" moment. I lost all my fears, I became a slut and stopped sucking because I knew I wanted his dick in me. Not realizing the decision I had reached, the guy began an apology for the piss, but I didn't give him time to finish his words. I mounted his cock, and began to work it against my hole, rubbing my ass cheeks against his hard meat. Realizing, at this point, that we were 'on the same page', so to speak, he pushed me down on the floor and started to caress my hole with his monster, which still oozed huge drops of pre-cum, and he grunted "Are you ready to feel my black love?" And then he pushed against my hole. The tip of his cock went in, but it was extremely painful. Even so he didn't stop, and he grunted "I have no condoms here honey, and more than that I want to make you pregnant with my seed". His words make me forgot the pain, and his dick was sliding in more and more. The pain was going away, and I started to feel pleasure in his fucking. Unluckily he did not last long, probably because he hadn't had sex for some time. After a few hard thursts, I started to feel my hole becoming hotter and hotter, and at the same moment he collapsed on me. He had cum. Wow! That was a hot fuck !

Has anyone of you horny guys thought about sharing one of your used condoms after you blew a fat load? if you like to share pics, stories or something else, i'd take it

In Chicago for a few days and taking advantage of it. Sunday arrived. Got settled and cleaned up. Older hairy daddy cage over and drop the first load in me. Went and met friends. Came home drunk. Found a cute hairy cub that wanted to breed. He was hot as fuck. Loved to kiss, lick, rim. His pits Tasted amazing. Left a huge load in me. He left I passed out Monday had an ad up on BBrt. 17 guys. First up was this sexy bearded guy. He invited another buddy. We made out beard stared fucking me his buddy blew his load on my hole and beard bred me with his buddies load. They left. Mexican guy came over wanted ass up. I propped the door open he came in, Bred and left. Next a “straight” guy. He was fun made out and sucked. He put my ass on the edge of the bed and loaded me up. Sexy Bbc hit me next. 9 thick!! He came over amazing kisser we made out and then he slide in. He felt amazing. We fucked for a good 30 min he came in me so hard. last was a hairy cub buddy that I’ve known for years. He’s 8 and thick. Felt good in my cummy hole wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Chlamydia is actually not common orally for still unknown reasons. I read up on this after a recent bout of rectal Ch.

Both gonorrhea and clamydia are pretty easy to catch orally. When i get my STD checks always get an oral, anal swab and urinalysis. When i was younger, the only time i seemed to ever get an STD was from getting sucked.

Sounds hot

A number of these "bottoms" claim they don't need to clean out and they're always rdy. For any dick at any time. Which you and I both know isn't probable. Either they're literally shitty bottoms or they live fantasy of being a bottom online. I'm under the assumption that it's mostly the latter.

A week ago tonight I hooked up with my new Italian fuck bud. Nice beefy hung 35 yr old guy. Both times we met before he bread my three times. We texted back and forth during the day and we were both pumped up for another hot fuck session. The plan was that when I got to his place he would fuck me at the door and then move to the bedroom. I get to his place. I'm wearing sweats and no underwear and he starts kissing me in the dark and fingering my pre-lubed hole. I wanted to make sure he slid in without too much trouble. He turns me around and he's hard now and he slid his cock into my hole as I stood up against the wall. Three minutes later after a rough fuck he deposits his first load. We then moved to his bedroom and I told him to lie back so I could get up and ride him. He lays back and i lowered my ass down his shaft and started to ride hard. He's pushing his first load deeper into my hole and a few minutes later I got his 2nd load of the night. He's still hard and puts me on my back and continues to hammer my hole. About 10 minutes later he dumps his 3rd load into me. Whew! We have a break and cuddle a while and I'm thinking we are done. After about 20 minutes he asks if I want another load. Hell yes, he puts me on my side and slides into my ass from behind and above me. My ass is getting sore but I keep begging for it. He then shoots again. 4th load. So hot. My ass is a cummy mess. Another break and chat and then he goes back inside me and delivers one more load riding my ass from behind. We snuggled a little more and then I started to head home. We pause at the door and I'm all dressed and he kisses me and starts to finger my wet hole. This sets him off and he turns me around and exhaustingly pumps one last load into me although I'm not sure there was any cum left in his balls but I felt each cock throb. Six loads inside 2 hours. That's a record for me and him he says. Blown away! So hot. Lucky bottom I am. I walked home with wet cheeks and a vey sore asshole.

Saw my favorite hung married daddy bear on Saturday, but we weren't able to fool around. So we arranged to meet up again on Sunday so we could get what we wanted the day before... we got a cheap motel, and our clothes came off shortly after we got in the room. After some hot making out and a bit of nip play, daddy laid on the bed, and I started sucking his 8.5 incher. We were both in heaven... I loved it when I'd get to the base of his cock and his cock head would be cutting off my air supply, and he'd grab my head and hold it in place. Turns me on so much when he shows that dominance, but then also throws in a "that's my boy" that makes me melt. After sucking him for a while, we made out some more, and then he started to eat my hole. After opening me up with his tongue, he came back and we made out some more while he opened me up more with his fingers and played with my nipples. My nips are very sensitive, so he had me moaning like a bitch and dying to get fucked. I didn't have to wait too long for him to get me laying face down on the bed. He lubed up his cock and slid in like a dream. He worked my hole with just half of his cock for a little while, but after that it was mostly him pounding the fuck out of my hole with his whole length. Felt so good with him putting his entire weight on me and slamming in. And I was on cloud nine when he put his arm around my neck, turned my head and kissed me deep while continuing to destroy my hole. After a while, I could hear him getting close for a few seconds before finally letting out a loud roar and slamming into me hard a few last times while he painted my insides with a nice sized load of cum. And being the gentleman he is, he flipped me over on my back and slid his dad dick back in my hole and fucked his cum in deeper while I stroked myself to orgasm after. Felt a little sheepish checking out of the motel with the same clerk that checked us in a few hours prior, but enjoyed the long drive home with a hot dad's load dripping out of my well-fucked hole.

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You're more than welcome to make my cunt sloppy. Can travel anywhere in UK with notice for that load of yours.

Dipping

Back when I lived in Brooklyn, NY, I used to frequent an outdoor cruising spot and one of my regulars was a bottom pig. More often than not, he'd have a few loads in his hairy ass and after he slobbered on my cock, I could slide right in. He was verbal, begging to get fucked and filled with cum. I ran into him at the local mall and he was with his wife and kids and while I pretended not to notice him, he turned around and winked at me.

I think he is going to gently make love to Stevie boy. Oh shit who am I kidding, Stevie is going to get HELL fucked into him.https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2019_12/points.thumb.jpg.09c41cece1299d01ead9dd0d51d5859c.jpg

Chapter 32; *Todd possessed Part 1* Todd looked intently deep into my eyes for my response to his suggestion of inviting evil Demons into my home to fuck me. He could see that I was so exhausted and weary from my lack of sleep and strong seroconversion that I was unable to process the concept properly, so, already being in control of the situation he continued to take the lead. He instructed me to go from my kneeling position to being sat on the floor with my legs as a Buddha would. He got his rucksack which was basically his bag of tricks, and placed it next to me, and the first item he took out from it were several black candles with a reversed pentagram near the bottom of each on. He placed them around the room lighting each one. He then sat in the same position right in front of me, and removed his 6mm PA from his Dick. Next item from his bag of tricks was a small plastic bag with a stainless steel ring and 6 separate pieces that were very sharp pointed spikes. He inserted the ring into his PA piercing, then one by one carefully screwed in each spike into the steel ring. - That would completely tear me to pieces, Sir. He said nothing, just simply looked at me giving me an intense depraved smirk. Next from the bag was a red marker pen, and he got me to write on his body, starting from his chest down to his stomach the following; Give Me Your Cunt! - If a Demon does present himself to you, you WILL surrender your cunt for his pleasure. This message on my body is a clear reminder for you to do this, because Todd won't be here in this realm to tell you what to do. Finally from his bag he took out a book which looked extremely old, was very tatty, and had a picture of a Baphomet on the cover. Placing it in front of him he opened it, and using one hand kept the pages open, and his other hand on the seroconversion rash on my chest. With Ramon's red lamps that were still on and the candles I could just make out the style of the written words in the book. I couldn't help but feel they were not from a modern day language, but more that of an ancient language. THEN ... ... Reading from the book Todd began to chant. Yes, that certainly was something that was spoken tens of thousands of years ago. How was he managing to understand it, let alone read it? And speak it!?!? Immediately the room became very cold with my nipples responding by standing to stiff to attention. My skin remained red hot from my fever, but the resulting conversion sweat on my skin suddenly turned ice cold. He hadn't been chanting long when he turned the book around so the pages were facing me. I looked and thought; 'what on earth is that language I am seeing'. - PiG, place your right hand on the right hand page, and repeat 3 times; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. I put my hand on the page, and as soon as I did I felt this very strange energy surge through my entire body. As I stared at the written language I could not in away way shape of form comprehend I trembled; - PiG, look at me [ I looked up from the book to his eyes ] ... Good boy PiG. Now say that sentence 3 times. Say it. SAY IT! As he said that his jaundiced eyes and contorting mouth gave an intense look of depravity. I trembled again. I looked back down at the book; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. No sooner had the words fell from my mouth my living room windows blew open, even though there was not even as much of a gentle breeze outside. The candles flickered, and I heard Todd begin to make really strange sounds. I looked up at his face again, and his eyes has literally rolled into the back of his head. They were now just a pure cream colour. His hands lay on his thighs as his head swung from side to side, mouth contorting as these primitive noises came from his throat. I uttered for the second time; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. Having said it for the second time Todd's primitive noises became louder and more wild, AND ... I now began to feel multiple pairs of ice cold hands molest my fevered body. But, there was no one present that I could see. I suddenly heard a voice demanding I repeat for the third and final time, and its demands were repetitive, and each time became more and more authoritative with their tone. I took a deep breath; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. Todd let out an almighty primitive shriek, then went completely silent. I immediately began to feel quite a bit better, with strength returning within seconds, with my instinct seeing me return to my kneeling position. I looked at Todd. His eyes had returned to normal position so once again his pupils and Iris' were visible. However, his expression was completely and utterly dead. Nothing! - Todd? [ I said meekly ] His eyes then animated, but, they were not of Todd. This HIV-Gono-Hep C stud was possessed! By what I do not know. My attention was brought down to his Dick which was most definitely now at least 5" inches longer than his normal size, and triple his normal girth. The veins in his Dick also seemed to be bulging so much I thought they were about to burst. The Gono flow, well that was now flowing out in a continuous steady stream, trickling down his throbbing demon-possessed shaft. And the 6 extremely sharp looking spikes to his temporary PA glistened in the fire-glow red lamps / candle lit darkened living room. Again I looked to his face. He snarled which frightened me, which caused me to instinctively place my hands behind me, and begin to crawl backwards. He jumped to his feet in less than a blink of an eye. Suddenly he seemed to have become super agile. I continued to crawl backwards, and as I did he slowly followed me, with his brand new demon Dick throbbing and heavily spilling out pus, whilst snarling all the while. This continued until we had gone from the living room and I was at the foot of my bed, with no where else to go. What was he going to do to me?

Chapter 8 Hi guys, Adam here. I know you were expecting Scotty’s big reveal but I promise he’ll be back soon. Just a little about me. I just turned 32 last week. I moved to the city a year ago when I was offered an amazing job opportunity, which so far has been great. I’m a small guy, 5’5”, 140, my haircut is really short and I keep myself totally smooth, which I know some guys don’t like but I’ve found it makes me look a lot younger when I’m naked. Which in turn seems to attract older guys which I really, really like. Oh yeah and I’m a ginger. I’m pretty shy so I haven’t made a lot of friends since I moved here. I love dancing, so for my birthday I decided fuck it and took myself out to one of the gay dance clubs. I made sure to have lots of liquid courage so I wouldn’t care what anyone thought of me. A couple of hours in and this hot daddy was eyeing me up and down. I had to pee so I headed to the bathroom. As I was doing my business I looked over and there he was stroking his hard dick. I didn’t even think just dropped to my knees and started sucking. Thank you liquid courage! He stopped me after a few seconds and dragged me into one of the stalls. “Take your pants down boy, I’m gonna fuck you.” It it didn’t take long before he blew his load deep inside me, and with that he was out the door. I went home shortly after that and made sure to keep his load inside. I know the dangers of bare backing but really don’t care. I mean it’s not like I get fucked that much anyway and honestly this was the first time since I moved to the city. Besides aren’t most guys on PrEP now anyway. A couple of days later I went to go pee and it was like pissing glass. Oh great my one fuck in a year and the asshole gives me Gono. That’ll teach me. Since I hadn’t been in the city long I really hadn’t set up any doctors so I went on line trying to find a gay doc. I know I could’ve just gone to one of the urgent cares but I’d had bad experiences with them back in my home town so I tended to avoid them like the plague. I knew in a big city the staff probably wouldn’t be as judgmental but I really did want a gay doc so prefect timing. Right?? I finally found one that looked promising and had great reviews. I called the office Monday morning as soon as they opened. “Hello, Dr. Manning’s office this is Matty how can I help you this beautiful morning?” Oh great a cheerful guy first thing in the morning. “Umm hi. My name’s Adam. I’m hoping to get in to see the doctor as soon as possible.” “Are you an existing patient?” “No I’ve never seen Dr. Manning before.” “Okay his first appointment for new patients is in two months.” “Shit two months really? Is there anyway you can squeeze me in sooner.” I started to panic. I mean I know this was no big deal, but guys it felt like I was pissing glass! “Okay honey, calm down it’ll be okay. Tell Matty what’s going on.” “I think I have Gono.” I could swear he was trying not to laugh at me but he remained professional. “Okay honey let me see what I can do. I’m going to put you hold for a second.” A few minutes later he came back on the line. “Okay can you come in around 1pm today?” “Oh my god thank you. Yes that works great.” “Okay then you’re all set. Please make sure to bring your insurance card with you and we’ll see you this afternoon.” I arrived promptly at one and fuck me if the receptionist wasn’t the cutest guy I’d ever seen. I usually don’t go for guys my age or younger but damn. Plus he was small like me so he was probably a total bottom anyway. Oh well not like anything would happen at my doctors office. Matty was sweet as could be and got me all squared away. I didn’t have to wait too long before a hot nurse came to get me. “Hi I’m Chris, if you’ll follow me.” Fuck me this place was a gay man’s wet dream. He lead me to a really small exam room tucked off a short hallway. “Sorry for the room. We usually don’t use this one but since we’re a little busy today hope you mind.” “No it’s perfect. I’m just glad you guys could fit me into today.” I explained to Chris why I was there. He took all my vitals, put the information into my chart and left me to wait for the doctor. As he closed the door it tried to latch but didn’t take so the door remained open about an inch. About five minutes later I could hear voices out in the hall. This exam room was close to where the nurse had his station. It sounded like a very excited Matty speaking to Chris. “Holy fuck did you check your texts?” “No Matty I’m working. You know I don’t look at my phone when I’m with a patient.” “Your not with a patient you’re in the hall. Check your fucking phone.” I was trying not to laugh. They were so funny together. “Holy fucking shit. This is great!” “I know right?” “Has doc seen this?” “I don’t think so. He’s finishing up with a patient. He’s going to be thrilled. I know he’s been anxiously awaiting waiting for the news.” “Fuck we all have Matty.” Just then a third voice joined in. “I’m assuming since Matty is away from the front desk that you both saw Scotty’s text.” “Sorry doc. I was just so excited I couldn’t wait to tell Chris.” “It’s okay, I totally understand. Scotty’s been a special group project and I think it’s safe to say we’ve all grown close to him over the past few weeks.” “Should we call him, make sure he’s alright?” “I already did the second I saw his text. He says he feels like shit but is hornier than ever.” “Do you think he’s really seroconverting?” “Well based on his symptoms I’d say yes we were successful. We’ll give the virus a few days then take some blood to confirm. In the meantime Chad is heading over to take care of him for now. We can all go after we’re done with our last patient. Matty, can you make a schedule for the next few days so one of us is always with him?” “Of course.” “Chad can do the day shift since he can work from anywhere. Okay guys let’s take care of our other patients so we can go be with our newest family member.” “Doc the walk-in patient is in room 4. Oh fuck you don’t think he just heard our conversation do you?” I think they just realized the door hadn’t closed all the way. Oh and for the record I had heard ever last twisted word and my dick was rock hard! “Damn it! I know we don’t use that room much but we really need to fix that damn door.” A few seconds later there was a knock and yep you guessed it another hottie walked in. “Hi I’m Dr. Manning, he said as he reached out to shake my hand.” “I’m Adam.” “Nice to meet you Adam. I apologize if you heard our conversation out in the hallway. We should have been more discreet. I hope you weren’t offended.” “Don’t worry about sir. I wish I could say I hadn’t heard anything but one look at my dick and you’d know I was lying.” “Well Adam, good to know. Now what brings you here today?” He now had a big grin on his face. He did a quick exam and agreed with my Gono assessment. “So not your first time huh.” “Nope,” I sheepishly said. “Nothing to be ashamed of son. It’s all part of being a good slut. STDs are all part of the package. Do you want an HIV test today while we’re at it?” “Might as well. Who knows what else the fucker gave me.” “It seems you wouldn’t be to upset if your test came back poz.” “Well sir, before I moved here I was pretty sexually active. I was from a small town but I had a group of fuck buds that kept me satisfied. Since moving here I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell. I’m shy so meeting new guys is hard for me and I’m not really into anonymous hookups. Well usually not.” “He chuckled. “So with your fuck buds would you play safe or raw? Are you on PrEP?” “Not on PrEP. As for safe vs raw, both really. Depended on what the top wanted. I didn’t care either way as long as I was getting fucked. I figured there was a good chance I’d catch the big one but honestly wasn’t too worried. But I gotta say overhearing your conversation, fuck I know it’s sick and twisted but damn, it turned me on.” I could tell doc was liking the way this was going as his scrubs were starting to tent. “Son trust me. There’s nothing wrong with the feelings your experiencing and if you’re still neg I can certainly help change that, if that’s what you want.” “My brain’s saying ‘you’re fucking crazy, but my dick is saying ‘about fucking time’.” “So who’s winning?” “My dick sir!” “Okay here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to have Chris come in and give you a shot so we can clear up your Gono, then in a few days the office will contact you to let you know when you need to come back in to begin your treatment.” “Treatment?” “For HIV,” he said with a wicked grin. That will give you time to decide if this course of action is right for you. If you agree I think you’ll be a prefect surprise for the newest member of our family. You know what they say, the newly diagnosed are extremely toxic. Any questions?” “No this has been a weird but amazing visit I’m so glad I found you and was able to get in so fast.” “It’s funny how the universe works. Okay I hope to see you soon.” The rest of the visit was over pretty fast and now here I sat a few days later on a late Friday afternoon sitting in Dr. Manning’s waiting room about to change my life forever.

I hadn’t cum in 4 days so hit up Grindr this morning and found this hot younger guy, around 30, waiting ass up in his house. I lubed up and aimed for his hole. I was pretty horny so I only lasted a minute but I blew a huge load up his ass. He lives really close so I’ll be using his ass quite often I hope.

2. I had been laying around my apartment naked, my cock half hard and leaking, my hole stretched tight around the plug still lodged inside it, for hours when my phone finally buzzed. Prove to me that you are still plugged boy – you have 1 one minute to reply. I snatched my phone and bent over, taking a photo of my plugged hole and sent it to the random text I had received. Good boy. Your first test was to prove you could take a thick cock. Your second task will be to prove your willingness to give up control. Your address has been given to a member of our club, at some point in the next few hours he will buzz your door. You will let him in, unlock your front door and be waiting ass up when he comes in. If you choose to not buzz him in your candidacy will be invalidated. Reply to this message that you understand. I understand and am waiting! I responded. My heart was in my chest reading those messages. I wasn’t sure how the man had gotten my address, I had no idea who he had given it to, and I had no idea when they were coming. I tried to distract myself. I turned on the tv. I put on some clothes and cleaned up. I read emails. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did I was still horribly conscious that I had a plug stuffed in my butt and a man I knew nothing about coming over to dump his load in me. I wasn’t sure if I was excited, horny, interested or scared. But my hole kept twitching and my cock kept leaking through the underwear I put on so I resolved to answer my door when the call came. But that took time, lots more time. An hour passed, and then two, I began to think that it was a prank, no one was coming. Then, right around three hours late, my buzzer went off. My heart thudded and my stomach dropped, my resolve faltered. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to let a complete stranger into my apartment knowing nothing about them and let them breed my ass. I shifted my weight a little in my seat and the plug jammed deeper into me. My hole ached, and I was hungry. Without another thought I got up, I pressed the buzzer and I unlocked my front door. Quickly stripped off my clothes, and knelt on my couch wearing nothing but my jock. With the plug firmly lodged in my ass I aimed my hole at the door and waited. I heard the door open and made to look over my shoulder to see who had just come in when a slightly raspy voice said “Eyes forward boy.” My head snapped back front. It didn’t sound like he got undressed but I distinctly heard him unzip his pants. The strangers hand suddenly touched my ass and pulled on the plug lodged in me. “Push that plug out cunt,” he said. He had a slight Southern lilt to his voice, and I began to imagine a man with weather beaten features, an untrimmed beard, a narrow but toned body, and treasure trail to die for. I pushed against the plug, trying to expel it from my ass. The widest part though was too thick to just force out and the stranger started to tug at it. He pulled bringing it just to the brink of popping out of my hole and then letting it snap back. My hole was screaming. It felt stretched more than it ever had been. I knew that it was becoming a slack cunt quickly with this treatment and I loved it. Without warning the stranger tugged the plug completely from my hole and slammed his cock in to replace it. The load I had taken earlier was the only lube I got and it made me moan and grunt. The stranger proceeded to fuck me hard and fast. This was about me proving I could give up control of my hole and nothing more. He pounded me hard, his cock long but thin stabbing deep inside me. I groaned and begged him for his load. I thanked him for fucking me. I whimpered in joy. After what could only have been five or so minutes he groaned loudly, bottomed out in my cunt and pumped his load into me. When he was done he pulled his cock out, rammed the plug back in, and left. I was sweaty, panting, and my cock was completely soft but covered in precum. I wanted more. The plug was laying on the couch next to me. I looked at it, thought about it for a moment, and then crammed it back in my leaking hole. It slid in easily this time and I sat down hard on the couch to cram it even deeper. I sat there for a few moments relishing the fullness when I heard my phone buzz on the table. Good job boy. You have passed the second stage. How do you feel. Slutty as fuck. Is that a feeling you are enjoying? Yes! That was so fucking hot. I never even saw who he was. Good. You’re doing great boy. You’ve shown your willingness to give up your hole to someone you clearly want, and to give up your hole in an anonymous situation. I bet you even shoved that plug back in your hole didn’t you? Yes! Well done. The next stage of your interview is about how well you take instruction. You are not to jerk off or cum until you are given permission. You will remained plugged at all times. And tomorrow you will clear your whole day to be available for the club.

I call it "hot as fuck!"

It depends on the situation for me. If I am craving some cum i will ask him to pull out and let me suck him dry deep down my throat. If I am wanting to feel slutty I will ask him to cum deep in my boipussy and then let it slowly drip out. The feeling of cum oozing out of my hole onto my little clitty makes me go wild.

I too got my nipples pierced. I also got the largest gage I could get. Mine are hard wired also but not to my dick. I think I may have taken them out for a man as well. They have closed up and I have not gotten them re done. I also Had the same reaction when the man that would eventually convert me told me that he was poz. I didn’t hear anything he said after. I just kept thinking.....I have been sucking this mans dick for a few months at that point. I was scared and ineducated at that time. I feel that the decision to convert is similar to the decision to come out. It is personal and comes with time.

WOW, in hindsight I admire your commitment and your 'conscientious conversion', by means of a 'dark angel' if you allow me the poetic language. And also because of the time-frame!! Back then (in the 90's) it was SERIOUS to be poz and as my doctor told me just this week, 'those one-pill-a-day' weren't even out yet and when they were shortly thereafter, they didn't know if they would work'. I told my doctor ( younger than me and actually a social friend), that I am a barebacker now, and that my man and I play. He shrugged it off with a casual smirk! He and his super-young 'boy-friend' also play!!! I felt guilty though when that 21-year-old got naked with me after hitting me up on grindr. My damn conscience again! So let me entertain you with a long story, NOT fiction, but a few details have been omitted and names have been avoided to 'protect' them and me from potential blow-back, The story is just erotic, not intended for the overly-jaded... you hardcore guys might not like it! lol So anyway, as a late-convert I can relate and live vicariously through you and your willful POZZING-experience. My 'conversion' was however 'accidental' and anti-climatic in real life. By an 'angel' of a sweet boy, an innocent-looking twink. I never knew what hit me! The bug came late, very late in the second decade of the 21st century, not as COULD have easily been possible for me in a spectacular way in the late 1990's. Let me tell you about my 'missed chance' to possibly join the POZ brotherhood... because it now FEEDS MY HUNGER... and obsession to keep all seed to FULL ABSORPTION especially when the guy is poz... My 'angel-of-darkness' who COULD have have transformed me, approached me in 1997. He wasn't a black dude like yours but a very endowed, white dude. Never met another like him again! At that point I would have been seriously UNWILLING to take chances to purposely become positive! The ones who I knew were positive weren't very good 'role models' and I chose to escape into 'serial monogamy'. Leading up to meeting my prospective DARK KNIGHT, I had a falling out with my man in Memphis ( after a short miserable, co-dependent and abusive 'happy-ever-after' delusion of a fucked-up 'relationship') He was the first TOTAL STRANGER I had bareback sex with after breaking up with my first BF! SERIAL MONOGAMY!!! A fucking trap!!!! BF #2 bamboozled me, Svengali-spelled me with his huge dick and sweet talk of a better life in the South! But once back in his 'neck-of-the-woods' with him he turned into an unpleasant 'good-ole-boy'. Big mistake, never move from California for DICK in the South! I went back to LA to 'feel alive' again and maybe arrange my permanent return. My friends and I celebrated my liberation! "We knew it wasn't going to last!" One of my 'transforming rituals' was to have my NIPPLES PIERCED (again) the way I had them before. The way they knew me when I was happy! Pierced nipples and ears had been my 'mark-of-excellence' that gave me an edge and brought quite a few 'bros-to-the-yard' when I proudly bared my chest and pierced nipples any time I had the chance to on Venice Beach. Oh what a show-stopper it was back in the early 90's when you NEVER saw any others YET, well RARELY, but especially not young guys being bold and daring and pierced like me. It was a time when only FAGS had their ears pierced and Hollywood sit-coms started to have male leads have a SINGLE ear-ring, with emphasis on the 'correct/hetero' side. I had proudly marked myself publicly as a FAG! At least on that level I was an EARLY BIRD! But at some point I took the cross-bars out and I don't know if it was my new, big-dicked stud-BF from the bible-belt after he turned into a nagging 'good-ole-boy' or if it was my own neglect after taking them out for an x-ray. Shit closes up fast... not just possessive BFs but also piercings. So I went to THE GAUNTLET in West Hollywood to have a 'ritual transformation'. I was so anxious and eager, I chose the thickest gauge that I dared (or was allowed to I don't recall) and I had friends come with me to witness. The piercer-wizard (unfortunately) was a chick but hell, I'm ready. BOTH NOW, TODAY!!! YES!! She gave me lots of 'caring talk' about PAIN and shock or whatnot! I took the first one without making a sound or flinching. Then the other with nothing more than an impish smirk. Like a demon of lust having me accept my 'marking'. She looked puzzled and said she had done 'THIS piercing thing' for years but never had a reaction like mine. Been kicked and screamed at and what-not. Not me sister! Not that I don't have feelings there! As a matter of fact my nipples are hard-wired to my dick! And now the show was ON!!!! And I have a high threshold for pain and suffering I guess, 'serial monogamist' and all, a bit of a S & M disciple in me too... to this day I take cock without flinching (although my ass is described is 'awfully tight' by those used to sloppy ones) To celebrate my NEW ME, my reborn satyr existence, my friends and I went out for drinks to the REVOLVER in West Hollywood. It's where guys stand and model and drink and rub on each other as they watch a screen with music videos and comedy skids. I wore sneakers, denims (no underwear) and a denim-jacket with cut-off sleeves and proudly showed off my new piercings. It's all about PRESENTATION on a proper meat market and I have a fetish for sneakers, boots, long hair, denims, guys going commando, you get the drift! And my look got attention! The pierced nipples got compliments! The glistening stainless steel caught the attention of my prospective DARK ANGEL. Well he wasn't dark, more dirty-blonde if I had to declare, a gorgeous fucker with long gorgeous hair, him taller than me at 5'11". So maybe 6'1" or more, broad shoulders, sexy look with bulging jeans and biker-boots, the rugged look! Non-verbal animal magnetism was electrifying and without shame and hesitation he proceeded to suck on my freshly pierced nipples, just like that. If there was PAIN I was unwilling to show it, the pleasure of being FEASTED ON by this gorgeous bro. I didn't know his name yet but then he told me. A name so poetic, unforgettable and ITALIAN that I would never forget it. (Years later, as a late-comer again, to FACEBOOK) I would have no problem finding him among 'friends-of-friends' who I all knew as bb-players... (you all should try that approach) so I won't use it and no substitute like 'Rinaldo' or whatever would do him justice... but I'll say it started with a D!!! We left the bar together. By then I knew he was an 'actor/model' obviously a WORKING ONE. We talked a lot about what he does, and what I do and I still have one of his screen actor guild 8 by 10s he gave me later. I saved it TO THIS DAY. Although he had short hair there in that picture and not gorgeous long hair as he had in person. Damn I fell for that look! He had a big-ass motorcycle, maybe it was Harley, I'm ashamed not to recall. But I was going back to his place, winding up to a place on Mulholland I think. We got naked. WHOA what a stud, a body TO DIE FOR! And a HUGE cock! Thick like a coke-can! I knew I wanted that, come hell and high water. He had candles going, a pulsing, seductive club-beat going, the lighting just right... he was a SERIOUS SEDUCER! Back then I had no rehearsed routine to be 'prepared' for anal intercourse. In the intermediate past, I recall taking chances with 'shit-or-miss' and mostly coming out lucky. But although memories are foggy, I think he escorted me to his spacious shower and there were implements and a permanent nozzle there in the shower. It was obvious to me that I was going to get it IN THE ASS without formalities. Getting me ready for and BY TALL, DARK AND STUNNINGLY HANDSOME! My DARK KNIGHT if you wish, I sure did! It didn't take long to be 'ship-ready'. Ready for ACTION, enter stage left, with a raging boner. He had laid out a THEATRICALLY STUNNING set-up like some kind of an 'altar' candles, flowing sheer curtains, whatever, something you would or could only hope for in a ritual conversion but I wasn't thinking in those terms. Nothing about POZZING came to my mind! I was more eager to have an ACT OF SODOMY consummated, anxious to violate my bond with my (by now crying in Memphis) ex-BF. That's all that was on my mind! Revenge and transformation! FUCK YOU and your happily-ever-after you Southern cunt! The stud had a raging boner (unlike all the crystal meth fags in the South) and his fat tube-steak was dripping precum as he zeroed towards my hole. I remember a brief moment of sanity and 'safety-pre-cautions' and mumbling something about a rubber, but the angel put his fingers on my lips as his bull-knob of a champ-cock was pushing on my ass-lips meeting little resistance... the rubbers that were present said something about MAGNUM on them but I saw no open packages. By now I had told him I just had gotten my nipples pierced A FEW HOURS AGO and maybe he was trying to be gentle and still sort-of apologetic but I told him I LOVED EVERY MOMENT of his lewd, public tongue-lashing on my RAW nipples. So maybe he was trying to make up, but his super-sized cock was only slowly pushing forward, testing, pre-lubing me with precum. When he pushed forward, once again I didn't flinch. Hey, I hate that in porn when the professional porn-stars FAKE their moans, I as an amateur don't act like a damn bitch. His cock however stretched my hole to the max. You all MIGHT still remember when you took the first big horse-cocks in your budding butt-fucking career (before ROSE-BUDS lol) and it feels as though the hole is stretched to a point where NO MORE could possibly fit... he better not flex! WHOA he did... and it felt HEAVENLY! I'm a certified whore! Bring it on! Well, I took it like a champ. He rutted slowly and deeply, taking his time... and I took his tool without flinching or protest, from beginning to orgasmic-ally finishing off... I think I fell asleep with his cock still in me. I was in LUST! In the morning I felt like my hole had been PERMANENTLY MODIFIED, stretched to champ-cock dimensions, even exceeding the dimensions of my estranged exes LEGENDARY big tool. I'm conceded and convinced enough that at that hour in the LA morning he was still crying over me 2,000 miles away AT WORK with two hours ahead of me (I later learned I was right). The sexy dude made me breakfast. We made small talk and then he said it: "By the way, I have been POZ for 5 years now...!" And whatever he said after that, I didn't hear. I was shocked and bewildered. His seed had by now been completely absorbed so I must be poz now too... I wasn't ready for all that. My best friend Tommy was best buds with him ( I found out later) and told me my 'dark knight' had a big crush on me and I 'broke his heart' by not showing more interest... I never forgot him though and fantasized about him mnay times while beating off, I found him recently on Facebook. Whatever seed got passed my 'safety precautions' and my once mighty 'fear-and-loathing' didn't take however... what fun I could have had... My real conversion came via a twink almost two decades later. He would be an art student at OTIS and making extra cash as a stripper in West Hollywood, running with a fast crowd that celebrated their sexual liberation in the 21st century with casual unprotected sex. He never knew he was toxic, nor the moment of when it happened... but he was pollinated by a poz bro and his seed sure did take! And he 'pollinated' me and his seed launched a hunger! I'm still with him and we both have become unrepentant disciples of promiscuous sodomy and fornication, without jealousies. The 'angel-of-darkness' stud and I are friends again too!!! Well, on FACEBOOK, lol regret not taking more loads from his cock! Every time I take a poz cock I feel electrified, even more than anon cock and certainly more tingly than negative cock makes me feel! My late-convert ass feels hungry and I'm doing penance for being such a prudish late-bloomer...

Love chubby cubs. Love uncut guys. Love the fact that you guys never even mentioned status or condoms, that’s the way it should ALWAYS be! Most of all, love it when a guy comes so hard and so much I can FEEL it when he shoots inside me! What an awesome experience you had.

My cousin. Our families usually got together for 2 weeks each summer for vacation. We started jerking and blowing each other when I was 12 and he was 13. A couple years later, when I was 14, he fucked me for the first time, and we ended up sucking and fucking each other several times a day that vacation. We never got together after high school, as we both went our separate way, me to college and him to the Navy. He passed away in a diving accident a few years later. Still recall those times fondly.

I cannot believe I missed this hot story. Extremely well written and would have loved for it to be continued. It would be interesting to find out if the str8 homophobic teen continued to str8 or homophobic, or whether he became a cum-dump for any load!

8. Jay "He came in you, didn't he?" Tucker asked me. I couldn't quite believe it myself either. Six hours ago, I was chatting with a girl, hoping to get her home. But now, a second man had just cum in my hole. Even though I barely knew him, I was still milking his dick, trying to get every drop of thick white cum out of him. I had a nagging memory, of high school health class, of gay friends telling me their fears, that this wasn't a good idea. That I was putting myself at risk. But there was a bigger imperative that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more. More men. More dick. More cum. I would worry about the aftermath later. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "He did." Damon had shot his load in my hole. The very idea made me happier than I ever remember being, and I never wanted it to end. "Lucky," Tucker said. Damon pushed his dick into me once more. It also pushed his load deeper into me. "Don't worry," Damon said. He pulled out his cock, leaving me suddenly empty. "There's more for you." Tucker swallowed and forced a smile. "Great," he said, but I could see the terror in his eyes. I wondered what it had been like for him, getting fucked so intensely that he had passed out. I wondered what he had thought about, as the blackness enveloped him even as Damon's cock continued its relentless assault. The fear must have been overpowering, yet there was nothing he could have done about it. But the thought quickly drifted away from me. All I could think about was how my ass was an empty void, and how much I wanted another dick in me. "Looks like that hit the spot," Aiden said. I nodded, not sure what the right answer was. "And that you need another cock up your ass." I nodded my head again. "Let's leave these two," he continued, then turned to Tucker. "I'll check up on you guys later. And Tucker, make sure you keep him happy." "Yeah, uh, sure boss," Tucker stammered. I looked down; I didn't want to meet his eyes as I went off with Aiden and left Tucker alone and unsupervised with Damon. I noticed that his cock had shriveled up like mine and wondered what the cause was; Damon's dick was semi-hard, and Aiden's was straining against the white underwear he had on. "Good boy," he said, then motioned for me. "Come on. I have some new friends for you to meet." The lights had been turned down even more, and I almost lost Aiden in the darkness. At least his white underwear gave me something to follow. Eventually, he stopped by the bar; it was an oasis of light, with a small light suspended over it. There was one other man there, a man a little shorter than me, wearing only a pair of red sneakers. He was thick with muscles, had a thick, trimmed beard and broad, and sported an amazingly hairy chest. Through the neatly trimmed chest hair, I could see a few tattoos. Even soft, his cock was still thick and long, hanging down over balls clearly heavy with cum. "Alex," Aiden said to the man. "Hey," Alex said. "This is Jay. He's new here tonight." Aiden turned to me. "This is Alex. I'll let you guys get to know each other properly." "First night, huh?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Welcome," he said. He reached over and ran his hand through my chest hair. Alex's fur was darker and thicker; next to him my light brown chest hair seemed almost non-existent. "You're a cute one." "Thanks," I said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. His skin was warm and he smelled like a man, a bit sweaty and musky. If I needed any other reminder of his masculinity, his dick was pressing against my thigh, already semi-hard. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in, lifted his head up, and kissed me. The height difference was a bit disconcerting, that he was both shorter and the more dominant one. But I quickly forgot about anything other than the feeling of his body next to mine and his tongue in my mouth. "See what you are doing to me?" he asked as he broke off our kiss. I looked down and saw that his cock was now nestled between my legs and pointing straight forward. His cockhead was just nestled against my hole. "Nice," he said. He pushed his hips in, letting the head rub against the cum leaking out of me. "You've been fucked already, haven't you?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Three times," I continued, blushing. It felt odd, to be admitting how many men had used me. I wondered what time it was and how many hours had passed since that first, almost innocent, kiss with Rod. "Nice," Alex said, pressing his furry body even closer to me. "That's hot," he said. "Especially on your first night here." "Yeah," I said. I mean, it had felt nice having another man cum in me, even if it hadn't ever happened to me before. It felt natural to be gently grinding my ass against Alex's dick. But, everything was still so new and confusing. I had been indoctrinated into heterosexuality my entire life, and suddenly a new door had opened for me. "It's been fun," I finally said. "Good," Alex said. He had an arm wrapped around me. It made me feel safe. "Want to have a bit more fun?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I pushed my hips against his, feeling his dick slide against my hole. I wanted it inside me. I stopped worrying what people thought about me. I stopped worrying what I thought about myself. I focused on what felt good. I focused on what I wanted. "I want you. Inside me." "That's what I want too, boy," he said, and kissed me. His beard was surprisingly soft on my face. "But first, that hole needs to be eaten out. Follow me." This time, he held my hand, dragging me into the dark room of men. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Damon and Tucker arrive at the bar right as we left. But before I could confirm, other men stepped into my vision, some naked, some with jockstraps, but I as I saw now, no one was fully clothed any longer. Alex guided me to a corner, then pushed me up against a wall. It was forceful, but not rough, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I remembered how good Rod's tongue had felt against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed out my ass so Alex could bury his furry face in it. He got down on his knees behind me and pressed his tongue into my crack. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "Gotten fucked good, I can tell." "Yeah," I moaned, as he pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to his explorations. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be exposed like this in front of a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was pounding in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as he rubbed his beard against my hole. It was just as soft as it was against my lips, and I couldn't wait to feel his dick inside me as well. "So fucking tasty," he said, as his tongue pushed into my hole. I wanted him inside me, but at the same time I was conscious that he was lapping up the cum that had been injected into me. I wanted him to stop; those loads were mine to keep. The men had injected them deep into me. They had marked me, let me share some of their masculinity. But, almost as quickly as I had that thought, I wanted his tongue to push deeper. I needed to open myself up to him, and allow him to experience me as intimately and as completely as the other men had. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Despite how turned on I was, it was small and soft. I was aroused as I had ever been, but yet, my dick was being recalcitrant and stubborn. It didn't matter; so far, all the men had been more than satisfied to use their stiff manhood against my hole. Still, I couldn't help but play with myself. "That's it boy," Alex said, between diving back between my cheeks and returning to my hungry hole. "Play with yourself." Notwithstanding my hand on my dick and his mouth on my hole, I remained perversely soft. I glanced around; the men were stiff and hard, their cocks straining against their underwear and sliding in and out of tight holes. The men were proud of their dicks and the pleasure each one got from their erections. All around me, there were men, enjoying their bodies and their cocks. I wondered what was wrong with me. Alex pulled away from my ass. I could feel how wet he had gotten my hole with the combination of his spit and the semen still dripping out. He stood back up and turned me around. We kissed; his whiskers were wet and the fluids dripped into my mouth. I had only tasted my own cum before; I recognized the familiar salty bitterness of semen, but the flavors were different from the times I had tasted mine. I was tasting the semen that had been fucked into my hole. It had been so long since I had tasted another man's spooge. He hadn't called me a disgusting cocksucker yet, so I licked his beard again, this time intentionally and carefully. I thought I could taste each man who had pleasured himself with me. Rod's semen was like a fine whiskey, dark, mature, and intense. Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder. But the differences didn't matter. What mattered was that each man had offered me such a special chance to get to know him, and that I had been able to receive their seed. "You like that, huh?" Alex asked me, as I licked his beard again. "Yeah," I said. I was a bit embarrassed with my admission. I wasn't supposed to be hungry for another man's semen, and I tried not to meet his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that. There's plenty more for you here." He motioned to the men around me. I looked around. On my left, a boy, not much older than myself, was kneeling down in front of a hairy, muscular, older man. The older man's chest hair was flecked with grey, but his cock was stiff and thick, and sliding in and out of the boy's mouth. On my left, another young guy was leaning against the window, his legs spread with a tall black man forcing a massive dick into his hole. "Here's one for you," Alex said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My face was even with his dick. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and Alex's cockhead slid in, like two magnets clasping together. I looked up, Alex was staring down at me, smiling. "Go ahead," he said. "Your mouth feels great." I ran my tongue over his dickhead, licking up the pre-cum from his piss slit. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're good." It wasn't long before his dickhead was pressing up against the back of my mouth and demanding entrance to my throat. I didn't want to gag. I had seen girls gag on my own dick and it seemed disrespectful to Alex to reject his manhood like that. "It's your first night out," Alex said, smiling and stroking my curly hair. "Just relax. There's plenty of time to get used to this." I swallowed, and his cock slipped into my throat. It was an invasion, even more so than Rod's cock sliding into my asshole. It was easier to disassociate from the ass fucking than it was from a cock pushing its way into my throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of invasion. I wanted Alex to be inside me, to feel the pleasure I could give him. "Fuck, that's a nice throat," he said. I re-opened my eyes and looked up. His head was arched back, but I could still make out the expression of happiness on his face. I put my hands on his muscular thighs, balancing myself against his muscular bulk. They were thick and hairy, the way a man should feel. I turned back to his cock, focusing on the thick erection pushing its way into my body. Far from gagging on his dick like I feared, it felt good to have it in my throat. I was enjoying being down on my knees, servicing this hot, hairy, hard man. It felt good to be able to take Alex's cock, to be able to accept such a precious gift. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure of sucking dick. Alex's thick cock pushed into my throat. I might have gagged once or twice, but as intense as it felt, it was little consequence to Alex, and therefore, it wasn't important for me. Instead, it was just my way of thanking him for the pleasure of his dick in my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I lost track of time. Even a century wouldn't have been enough time to give him the pleasure I wanted. "You're enjoying this," Alex said, finally breaking my cocksucking reverie. "I can tell. The way your throat feels on my cockhead." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His was smiling at me, his brown eyes wide in the dim light and the pleasure. I could see a tattoo across his chest; there was black text, but I was in the wrong position to read it. However, right in front of me, there was another tattoo, a red one, three interlocking semi-circles with barbed ends. The symbol looked familiar, dangerous and a bit sexy. However, it was hard to place it. Alex saw me staring at it. "You like it?" he asked. Even with his cock buried in my throat, I nodded. "It's my warning symbol. Just in case you had any doubts." I nodded again, not entirely sure what he meant by a warning symbol. No man as beautiful as him, with a cock so perfect needed a warning symbol. "Maybe you can earn one as well," he said. I nodded again. It didn't matter what he said. The only correct answer was to say yes, to give him any pleasure he wanted. He reached down and played with my hair. He ran his fingers through my thick curls, gently pushing me further down on his cock. I had thought I had gotten the full length of it into my throat but with his guidance, I found another inch of manhood disappear into my mouth. I gagged again, but the intense agony of it was merely my small gift towards Alex's pleasure. "That's it," Alex said. "Take it all." His voice was deep and resonant. I wondered if the entire room could hear him telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I glanced around, but the other men hadn't seemed to break their relentless rhythm of sucking, fucking, and making out. It was just me and Alex, at home in our universe of masculine pleasure. "Fuckin' sucked it hard," he said, as he released the pressure on my head. "Mmmmph," I managed to say, as I gasped for air. He had pulled his stiff shaft out. I was empty; there was only the puddles of cum in my ass to remind me of the men that had fucked me. However, the empty feeling in my gut was secondary to my need for air. I was gulping down air, smelling the heat and sweat from the men in the room. However, at close quarters, the dominant scent was Alex, a wild, masculine musk that reminded me of the old locker room on campus. My dick twitched again, but I knew it was still worryingly soft. He pulled me back up right and wrapped an arm around me. Although shorter, his arms were long and wrapped with muscle. He reached up, his thick beard rubbing up against my stubble, and kissed me. "You want me inside you?" he asked, before pressing his warm lips against mine and forcing his tongue inside of me. "Yes," I said, without hesitation. All that was important and all that was correct was to say yes to Alex's every sexual need. I had already let two men penetrate me. I was not in a position to deny him the simple pleasure of fucking me. "Yes," I repeated. "Good," he said. He kissed me once more, before skillfully spinning me around and leaning me up against the tall window. In front of me, spread out like diamonds were the lights of LA. It was mesmerizing, but even so, when Alex pressed his dickhead against my hole, I closed my eyes. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me and possessing me. He pressed his hairy chest against my back and wrapped his arm back around me. I felt safe in Alex's embrace. It was both masculine and caring, a concept that had been alien to me only eight hours ago and was now almost natural and eternal. "Relax," he whispered into my ear. "This is for both of us to enjoy." I exhaled and he pressed his shaft into me. He was just as hard as ever, and his thick shaft filled me up, more than satisfying my deepest needs and urges. "Wet hole," he said, as the accumulated cum greased his path into my gut. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels good." "Hell yeah," Alex said. His dick continued its relentless thrust into my body, pushing the semen already inside of me deeper into my guts. For a moment, I realized the danger that I was exposing myself to; there had been the endless, embarrassing high school sex ed classes with the unremitting reminders of the dangers of sex with a condom, much less the risks of unprotected sex. But the fear quickly passed. Alex was muscular and strong, healthy and fit, and it was hard to imagine any danger beyond his dick being too big for my hole. Or not big enough to satisfy my insatiable needs. Something had gotten to my head. My mind kept on slipping to sleazier thoughts and I was dangerously sanguine about the raw and intense sex I had been enjoying. I had let Alex penetrate me so easily, and his raw cock up my hole felt so natural and perfect. I remembered the bumps of cocaine that Aiden had given me and wondered if that was affecting me. Or the pipe that Damon had given me to smoke. Alex pressed his body against mine, his furry chest rubbing against my back. "Look out the window," he whispered. "All those lights." I nodded in agreement. It was beautiful, a private world that just he and I shared. Alex continued. "So white, intense. Like pools of sperm." He gently twisted my head back towards his, and we kissed. His tongue pressed into me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever been happier in my life. Alex's dick was now deep in my ass, thrusting in and out, rubbing the accumulated spooge into my body. I relished the feeling, that the two loads Rod had given me, the load that Damon had given me, and soon the load that Alex with gift me would be permanently a part of me. My dick twitched at the thought of the men marking me. "Mmmm," Alex whispered in my ear. "Tighten up that ass. Milk my dick dry." I tried my best to squeeze my ass around Alex's cock, but after three men, it felt loose. But he moaned each time, so it must have been having an effect. "Nice hole," he said. "We're going to have to play some more." He let his hand drift down towards my groin and it quickly found my dick. He played with it, but I remained just as soft as always. "You party tonight?" "Party?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, tina? Crystal?" I realized what Damon had been letting me smoke. Friends had talked about crystal meth, how it fucked you up, sometimes permanently. But this wasn't fucked up. This was pure amazing, and if it lasted my entire life, it wouldn't be nearly long enough. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I have been." I blushed. I had just admitted using some crazy insane drug to this hot man. I was terrified of how he would respond and even the few seconds he paused before responding was fearful agony for me. "Nice," he whispered into my ear. "We need to PnP together. Damn hot tweaked out muscle bottom," he said. It was dirty and depraved and it made my dick twitch in pleasure. "Tonight?" he whispered. I was surprised he was asking me a question. He didn't need to do ask me anything. All I wanted him to do was to take what he wanted from me. It was my pleasure to give him whatever he required from me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. "Breed you?" I started nodding even before he had finished speaking. My desire had passed mere want, and it was now a fundamental need of mine to get more sperm inside me. "Yes," I said. "Of course. Cum in me. Breed me. Mark me." "That's what I want to hear," a new voice said. I looked away from the cityscape in front of me to see that Aiden had re-joined us. The two men, Alex and Aiden, might have been brothers, just separated by twenty-odd years. In the light from the window, I noticed how Aiden's chest hair was flecked with grey, and immediately wondered what it would look like with my cum sprayed across his chest. "A hungry boy." "Fucking hungry hole," Alex said. The two men kissed, as Alex pushed his dick deeper into me. I watched them make out, their eyes closed, each of them lost in their own private world of pleasure. "I'm going to breed your boy," Alex whispered to Aiden. "Fucking load him up with my seed." "Good," Aiden said. "I know he'd like that." Aiden ran his hand across my body, over my chest, down my flat stomach, before finding my traitorous dick. Despite my arousal, it was still soft, flaccid, and small. It was good that I was getting fucked, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing situation. Aiden leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad you're making so many new friends tonight. I'm glad you came to the party with me." I could only nod in agreement. "Feels good," I murmured, as Aiden pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, as he stroked my dick. "Him inside me." "Good," Aiden said. "It's supposed to feel good. Just enjoy it." He kissed me again. "Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be just fine." "I want him to cum in me. Give me his seed." It was so strange to be saying those words, but yet it felt so natural. When I set out to the club that night, it was supposed to end that I was the one fucking some chick. I was the one who should have been injecting my sperm into her warm pussy. But instead, it was my hole that was getting defiled and degraded. "Tell him that," Aiden said. "Let Alex know what you want. What you need." It wasn't a command, but yet I knew there was no way I would ignore his request. It felt so reasonable and natural to tell Alex that my hole was his to breed. "Please, Alex," I said. "Cum in me. Give me your seed." "Is he?" Alex asked. I was confused, but then realized the question was directed at Aiden. I tried to figure out what Alex was asking. But, right as I focused, Alex pressed his dick back into me, and all I could do was moan in pleasure. "Nah. He's practically a virgin. But he's spoken for." Aiden stroked my dick, and the sensations overrode the foreboding I had about what he had just said. "Spoken for?" Alex asked. The way he said it gave me pause. I didn't want to be anyone's possession. I had just gotten out of my parent's house, and it was time to be my own man. But I remembered how protected I was when Rod wrapped his arms around me. Or how safe I felt with Aiden looking out for me at the party. Or most of all, how Alex cared for me enough to give me his load. Around these men, I was going to be ok. "Yeah," Aiden said. "But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun tonight." "You're right," Alex replied. He continued. "Fuck. This is going to feel good." Where Damon had been forceful and careless, Alex's every stroke was intentional and planned. As his cock slid in and out of my hole, I realized Alex had only one goal he was mindlessly pursuing. It was the goal of every red-blooded man, the only goal we had in life. It was to spread his seed far and wide, to impregnate every available pussy, whether willing or unwilling. Every thrust and parry of his cock was carefully planned and executed to push him closer to that fundamental masculine need. "It feels good, doesn't it," Aiden whispered into my ear. "His cock, inside you." I nodded. It was hard to deny what he had said. Alex's cock was sliding in and out, each stroke bringing him closer to that essential relief Alex needed so badly. Just as badly, I wanted to give him that relief, and the thick spurts of man-juice it entailed. It felt so dirty, so sleazy, but also so good. "Yeah," I finally said, lost in the pleasures of getting fucked. "I want your load," I grunted to Alex. "Give it to me." "Oh fuck," Alex grunted. His strokes were no longer the long, deep thrusts. His pace was faster and he was forcing himself right to the edge. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again. "Give it to me," I said. I had never craved something this badly in my life before. All I wanted was this man to cum in me. I wanted him to breed me. I didn't understand it when Damon had first told me he was going to breed me. But now, getting bred by a hot man was the only thing that mattered in my life. "Fucking breed me," I said. "OH FUCK," he said, this time ramming his cock deep into me. I felt Alex's cock pulse and surge and his thick, wet, cum fill my gut. Each man had been better than the last, and Alex's orgasm was practically a religious experience. "TAKE IT," Alex grunted. In the center of my torso, the wetness grew as Alex drained his balls into me. The perfection and peace of that moment, the moment where his semen filled me up, was going to be a feeling I was going to chase for the rest of my life. "Breed me," I grunted. I was on the verge of tears, so happy that Alex was impregnating me with his seed. "Fuck, this is nice," Aiden whispered. "You taking that hot load." "TAKE IT," Alex grunted once more. He was in his own world, where the only thing that mattered was his cock and how good it felt. I squeezed my ass, massaging and milk his dick. I tried to tell myself it was just to give pleasure to Alex, but I knew that my single focus was getting more seed in my hole. "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," Aiden said. I squeezed my hole again, and was rewarded by a visceral grunt from Alex plus another squirt of his precious jizz. It landed directly into my rectum.

7. Damon The wife had left for the weekend, visiting her sister, and it was my chance to do everything that she didn't need to know about. I slammed back into the boy. Aiden had introduced him, but I couldn't remember his name. James, maybe. Jay, maybe. It didn't matter. All that mattered was my cock, and how all eleven inches was buried deep in his defenseless hole. "Give me that pipe," I said to the other boy. His name was Tucker. I had fucked him the last time Tanya had visited her sister. I remembered him because he had passed out when I forced the last inch of my cock into his hole. I didn't bother to stop. His hole had stretched open to accommodate and welcome my dick and I was not going to turn down such a pleasure. Besides, Edward had given Tucker a safe word. It was not my fault he had fainted before he had a chance to use it. "Yes, Sir," Tucker said. He handed me the pipe; it was still relatively full of crystal. After her sister, Tanya was going on a work trip. I had several days to enjoy myself, and I was going to do it properly. I took the pipe and torch, and started to heat it up. "Now we're really going to have some fun," I said. Well, at least I was going to have some fun. Tucker and the boy Jay, well, they were the toys that I was going to have so much fun playing with. Hopefully, I wouldn't break them. But, if I did, there were plenty more faggots where they came from, hungry for my thick, long, black cock. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and inhaled. The drugs were clean and potent and I sucked in thick clouds, letting them fill my lungs. It had been a while since I had partied, but Edward's monthly event was the perfect place to indulge. It was a collection of horny men and eager boys, where the only goal was pleasure. The drugs were plentiful, and mercifully, the condoms were non-existent. "Oh yeah," I grunted, trying to hold as much of the hit in as possible. I pulled out, until just my dickhead was inside Jay's hole. My shaft was wet and glossy. Since I had used only the smallest amount of spit as lube, most of it was cum, relentlessly injected by other men at the party. "Fucking slut," I said, then slammed my cock back into his tight pink hole. His hole made a lovely squishing sound, as my dick rubbed the accumulated spooge into his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. It was hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain. It was harder to tell if I cared or not. "Take it, faggot," I grunted, finally exhaling the crystal cloud. "Take my hard fucking cock." "Another one, Sir?" Tucker asked. I had handed him the pipe, and he was offering it back to me. "Why not?" I said, and took it from him. "The night is young, and we are all just getting started." Once more, Tucker dutifully held the torch under the pipe as I sucked down the thick clouds. It felt good to be getting high again. My tolerance wasn't as high as at previous times, and even the few hits I had done had gotten me flying. Aiden had mentioned that Jay was a novice, but that was hardly my concern now. The drugs were flowing through my blood, concentrating in my hard cock, pushing me forward. Another hit was going to take me to the next level, and I hoped that Jay would be able to keep up. "Think he can take it?" Tucker asked me. I gave him a sharp look. "Sir?" Tucker added quickly. This is what I loved about these parties. I was the dominant man here, and the faggots did what I told them. Outside of the penthouse, I was just another black man, subject to all petty indignities and insults. But here, I was a god among men, my status in direct correlation with the size of my black cock and the wrath with which I used it. I didn't have to ask for anything; from the finest drugs, best alcohol, and tightest holes, it was provided to me as if I were born to it. And when I fucked, I could fuck the way I wanted: without mercy or compassion. It was not making love, it was fucking, and any pleasure the bottom got was a personal affront. My lungs were full, so I nodded almost imperceptibly to Tucker. He took the cue, and pulled the torch away. "Please?" he asked, and I nodded. He took the still-smoking pipe and inhaled deeply on it. As good as Jay's hole was, it was only enough to whet my appetite. Tucker was going to be my main course, and he would need to be flying if he wanted to take what my mind was plotting out for him. I slammed my cock back into Jay, as I exhaled my hit. The young man shuddered, but he quickly controlled it and let me take advantage of his hole. "Give him the hit," I told Tucker. Jay was the appetizer; I would get him ready for the next man, and he would get me ready for Tucker. I wanted to deliver Jay tweaked out, cummed up, and broken down. It would take him some time to learn his role as a faggot, a plaything for men, but the men he would meet tonight would be excellent teachers. I exhaled my hit. The thick white cloud engulfed the three of us, and I could barely see the glow of the torch through it. Tucker knew what was coming for him, and he was getting prepared the only way he knew how. "I'm sorry," Tucker whispered to Jay. I don't think he cared if I heard. Tucker pressed his lips against Jay's and exhaled the hit into the other boy's lungs. As the drug began to hit, I could feel Jay's hole relax and open up. Of course, it just allowed me to penetrate further into him. The two faggots made out, but I didn't care. The longer Tucker kissed Jay, the longer Jay had to hold the drugs in his lung and the higher he would get. He was already starting to shake a bit; he was a novice crystal addict. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as my dick slipped deeper into the boy. It seemed impossible that I could fit that much meat into Jay, but the boy had taken all of it. I pistoned it in and out of him, pushing myself closer to the eventual release. "I'm gonna breed your faggot hole," I grunted. That piqued Jay's attention. He broke off the kiss with Tucker, turned his head and stared at me. He was still wearing his glasses. It was a small thing, but made him seem even more naked than if he were without them. "But is it safe?" he asked, as he exhaled his hit. The cloud was dense, but not dense enough for my liking. "I dunno. Are you on the pill? I've gotten two girls pregnant already," I said. "And did I tell you to exhale?" I grabbed his arm, yanked him back up, and whispered in his ear. "You're gonna do three things for me, faggot. First, you're gonna do a proper hit from the pipe and hold it for as long as I want you to. Second, you're going to let me wreck this faggot hole the way I want to. And third, you're gonna thank me properly when I breed you. You got that faggot?" "Yes," Jay said, gasping for breath as I forced my shaft into him once more. I twisted him arm a bit more. Jay yelped in pain and my cock twitched in pleasure. "Yes what, faggot?" "Yes, sir," Jay said. This time it was my turn to shiver. There was Nothing like hearing a faggot call me "Sir" to get going. "But, maybe, can you not be quite so hard?" "Fuck, faggot," I said, and slammed into him as hard as I could. "Oh god," he grunted. No one around us even looked up. The noises of men dominating other men were often loud and agonizing. Many of us found them arousing. I twisted his arm a hair more. He was starting to sweat, but he still smelled like expensive hair products. Aiden had said it was his first time at the party, and I was glad I could make it memorable. "Sir is more than enough for me," I said. I released his arm; the faggot's ass clenched again as it flopped back to his side. I loved how it hurt more when I released it than when I held it in. "Now, do a hit, and see if you still want to ask me to go slow." "Yes, Sir," he said. A bit of swagger had left his voice. The job was not fully done; that, of course, would take weeks. But I had started the process. "Yes, Sir," he repeated. He was swinging his arm slowly, bringing sensation back and finding out how badly I had pulled the muscles. "This time, I want you to do it," I turned to Tucker. "Give him the pipe and torch." Tucker handed them to Jay. As Jay stuck the pipe in his mouth, I pushed my cock all the way into him and held it there. "Make it a good hit." Tucker was a dutiful faggot, and explained how to hit the pipe to Jay. "Hold it a little further away. Let it melt. Only when the bowl has filled do you inhale." I forced myself not to pull out and slam back into him, but it was difficult to restrain myself. Right in front of me, a boy was turning into faggot, and it was my dick that was doing the conversion. Jay was a good student, and it didn't take long before his lungs were just as full of crystal as his ass was with my cock. "Your turn," I said to Tucker. He smiled, and took the pipe from Tucker. As Tucker hit the pipe, I grabbed Jay's waist with one hand and wrapped my other hand around his mouth and nose. He started to struggle, but I held on tight. I pulled his head back, and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Listen, faggot," I whispered into his ear. He nodded. "You are here for men like me. Your mouth, to suck cock. Your ass, to take cock. Your lungs, filled with tina. Your little faggot dick, not my problem. I reached around and slapped his balls. I felt his ass tighten in pain. "Fuck yeah, faggot," I said. "That feels good. Fucking good. You wanna do that again?" He shook his head back and forth, but it was pointless. "Doesn't matter what you want. It's about what I want." I slapped his balls again, this time harder. His body jerked but it only served to impale him on my cock. "Fuck faggot. You want a real man's cock, don't you?" Jay nodded. There was no enthusiasm, nor any fear in his motions. The tina was clouding his mind, and I wasn't helping it with my hand over his mouth and nose. He was starting to shake a bit, but it was hard to tell if that was the crystal hitting him, or his body beginning to black out. Not that it mattered. His ass was tight and warm around my cock, and I could feel the other loads of semen squishing around inside of the boy. If I knew Aiden, by the end of the night, Jay was going to be dripping sperm. "You want my load, don't you?" I asked. Jay nodded again. It was weaker than even just a few seconds ago. He reached up and tried to pry my hand from his face. "Mmmlease?" he managed to get out, wasting a bit of precious air. "When it's time," I said. His body was now definitely shaking, and the clenching and relaxing of the muscles was not just limited to his legs and arms. His anus was one extended, exquisite muscle spasm. He was milking my load, and I was struggling not to erupt inside of him. "When it's time, you're gonna get it. Big, thick load of my sperm." My dick was throbbing, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. But I wanted to prolong the pleasure. It wasn't time to seed his hole. Instead, I released my grip on Jay's mouth and toned down my intense pounding of his hole. I felt his desperate gasps for air, even as both he and Tucker both exhaled their thick clouds of crystal. I kept Only the head of my dick inside of him, waiting for the crystal rush to hit. "Not yet time for me, faggot. Gonna enjoy this hole a bit more," I said, slowly going in and out in short, careful strokes. I could do this all night. I would do this all night. All the things I couldn't do with women, with my wife, I could do to the hapless boys at Edward's party. Destroying a hot, tight asshole. Blowing giant clouds of crystal meth. Choking a boy until he passed out. Breeding a man with my seed. The night was young, and I had hardly begun. The slut took a deep breath in, and I felt his hole relax. The hit of crystal was finally taking effect. It began at the center of his body, his young, nearly virgin asshole, and radiated out across his wiry frame. But I didn't care about his body. It was his ass that I was focused on. I slammed my shaft into him. He gasped, exhaled, and whimpered. Deep in his guts, my dick trembled and some pre-cum leaked out. "Hand me that pipe," I told Tucker. It was going to be a fucking good night and it was time for another hit. The young man handed me the pipe. I held it up. Leo had packed it well, and there was still a nice pool of tina at the base of the bowl. I took the torch and began to melt it, carefully rotating the pipe to keep the drugs from burning. It didn't take long for the drugs to melt and the bowl to fill. I inhaled the thick clouds, letting them fill my body. The drugs would push me to a state of mind few had ever seen, one where the darkness took over, and I existed in a perfect balance between happiness and regret, pleasure and anger, love and hate. "That's a big one," Tucker said admiringly, as I continued to suck on the glass pipe. Jay craned his head back, trying to watch, but Tucker did his best to hold it in place. "He's doing it for you," he whispered to Jay. "I know," Jay said. My dick quivered again, and another drip of pre-cum landed in the boy's hole. I was going to have to do another hit after this. I only knew one way to enjoy this boy's hole, and it was full-out, balls-to-the-walls, no-holds-barred manfucking. If I was to do it properly, I needed to be totally fucked up. I held the hit for three deep strokes into Jay. It felt like hours, as each fat, hard inch plunged into the boy's hole. I could feel the cum he had already collected slip past my cockhead, lubricating it on its mission deep into the boy's body. My own cock was now dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into the boy, further marking him as the playthings of a true alpha. "Do another one," Tucker said. "Jay deserves it. You deserve it." I exhaled. "I think I will," I said. I had already decided. But with Tucker's urgings, the majesty and mystery of Jay's hole, and the perfection of my erection, I decided to make it a hit for the ages. I exhaled a few more times as I re-heated the bowl. I needed to make sure my lungs were as empty as possible. When the bowl began to smoke, I stuck it back in my mouth, and inhaled slowly. I wanted it to be only drugs, no oxygen. I wanted my brain to stop and my dick to take over my actions. As the air powered my body, the tina powered my dick. As I inhaled, my hips went on auto-pilot and started to thrust against Jay's ass. It forced my cock into his body, causing both of us to gasp, me in pleasure, the boy in surprise. I didn't care. I was in the zone, smoking some amazing crystal, and fucking tight, fresh hole. This was the life. The only care for me was pleasure, and I had all I could handle. It took a while, but my lungs filled with the thick cloud. Just before, I let the torch go out, and I sucked down the last few bits of cloud before the bowl also cooled. This time, I held the hit for six hits. It was twice as long for a hit that felt twice as good. It was enough to power me through the night and well in the next day. I just hoped that Edward and Aiden had found a few heavy-duty bottoms for me to enjoy next. Jay's gasps made it clear he wasn't used to the only kind of fuck I knew. "Take my cock, faggot," I said, slamming it into him a seventh time as I exhaled. The cloud engulfed the two bottoms. "How does it feel?" Tucker asked Jay, their two heads still lost in the clouds. "Like I'm being split in two," the other bottom responded. "That's how a fuck is supposed to feel," Tucker said. "Fucking hard as steel." Jay gasped as I pushed in a little deeper. But at the same time, he pressed his ass back against me. He was hungry. He had just discovered dick, and he had the hunger of man tasting happiness for the first time. "So fucking big, too." "But you're taking him," Tucker said. The cloud had cleared, and the two boys were holding on to each other, Tucker helping Jay take every forceful shove of my shaft. "You're taking every inch of him." "And he hasn't passed out yet," I said. "Unlike some boys." Tucker grimaced, remembering the last time we had played. He had begged me to stop, before he passed out. I stopped long enough to give him a booty bump. He woke up just as the drugs hit, and just as I slammed into him hard. I wondered if, in that drug-addled, sleep-high moment, if he thought he had woken up in heaven or hell. Another grunt from Jay ripped me back to the present. My balls were pressed against his ass and my dick was dripping. I was getting close. Almost closer than I wanted, because I wanted to leave a mark. In the morning, when Jay stumbled home, I wanted him aware of every millimeter of his ass. I wanted him to remember me as the one who really opened him up. "Feeling good?" Tucker asked me. He was holding Jay in his arms, the boy's head against his chest. I noticed the boy was still wearing his glasses. They gave him a slightly nerdish look, and I felt like the prototypical school yard bully. The feeling was pure power. There was no uncertainty if Jay was going to submit; he had already done it. There was no uncertainty if I was going to dominate; my dick was already in his ass. "Fuck yeah. Helping take this faggot's cherry." "He's gonna feel it in the morning." "That's what a faggot is for," I said, slamming my thick black dick into the young man's tight hole. The boy was sweating, but whether from the drugs or the fuck, I neither could tell nor cared to know. "To take a man's cock. And to take his cum." "That's the spirit," a new voice said. I turned, and Aiden had come up. He was standing, watching our little tableau. "That's what I hope from Jay. An eager cumwhore." Aiden ran his hand over Jay's back, his path traced out in the sweat on the boy's back. He ran his hand through the boy's curly brown hair. "How's my boy? Doing good, right?" Jay shook his head side to side. "No?" Aiden asked. "What's up?" "Head's spinning," Jay managed to stammer out. "Ass hurts." It wasn't clear he could keep a thought any longer than those four words. "And you?" Aiden asked, turning to me. "How's that hole?" "A little tight at first." "But now?" "Just right." "Good to hear. And he's been good?" "Fucking amazing. Didn't pass out like Tucker. Or, rather, hasn't passed out yet," I said. I smiled at Tucker. His expression was grim. He already knew that he was the backup plan. Although, with the way my cock was feeling, Jay was merely the appetizer before Tucker's hole turned into my main course. "Well, you can't have everything." "Nah. But it's all good." "Yeah. You gonna cum in his hole?" Aiden asked me. "Hell yeah," I said. I slammed my dick into him. Aiden's question had made me acutely aware of the tingle at the tip of my cock. It was my precum flowing into the boy. It was my dick throbbing in anticipation of release. It was me making sure Jay knew he was my bottom. "Fucking getting close," I grunted. "That's what I want to hear," Aiden said. "Let the animal take over." Unfortunately for Jay, the animal had already taken over. I was just watching, letting the primeval part of my brain do the basest act of fucking. "Give him your load." "You're going to get it," Tucker said. "Lucky," he mouthed. He had still not had the pleasure of my cum, since the last time, his punishment for passing out was that he didn't get the pleasure of my orgasm. I had jerked off, as he gingerly touched his hole while feverishly jerking his own dick. He had begged me for my load, but I made him watch as I ate it myself. "I know," Jay said, barely aware of the drama he was starting. "You want it?" Tucker asked Jay. He was talking to Jay, but he was staring right at me. The expression was very familiar. It was a look of hunger and need. He was distraught, that it was Jay who was getting fucked. He needed a dick slamming into his hole and filling him with cum. "Yeah," Jay said. It was only a single word, but he was just like Tucker. Released by the crystal he had done, his hunger for cock and cum had overwhelmed him, and he had no ability to hide his wanton desire. "Let Damon know it," Tucker said. "Beg him for it." If I didn't know how Tucker had begged for dick, I could almost hear a dominant top. "I fucking love that," I said. "Beg for my load, faggot." "Please, you gotta give it to me. Cum in me. Fucking give it to me." Aiden wrapped his arm around me. It was a little too familiar, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. My cock was doing all of my thinking, and Aiden's touch only pushed me closer to the edge. "Cum in him," he whispered into my ear. "Cum in his ass." I remembered the first time another man had said that to me. I remembered how I was balls-deep in him. I remembered how it felt to be inside of him raw, to be dripping my pre-cum into him. Unlike so many women, he didn't tell me to pull out. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my cock into Jay. "Oh yeah," Aiden said. He had seen me cum enough times to know my tells. "Fucking load him up." "OH FUCK," I grunted again. My balls were tight against my body, and the barest move of my dick sent waves of pleasure up and down my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH." I didn't care that I was surrounded by many other men. My goal here was to get off, and I was going to get off the way I wanted. "GOD DAMN," I grunted, as my dick throbbed and pulsed. "TAKE IT," I roared, the spurt of cum shooting down the length of my shaft and directly into Jay's helpless ass. Before I could even get over the pleasure of the first spurt, another jet of white-hot semen inoculated the boy's hole. "FUCKING TAKE IT," I grunted. "Give it to him," Aiden said. I could barely understand the words, but I knew exactly what he was telling me to do. I pulled out my dick a few inches, then pressed it back in. Jay's hole was noticeably better lubricated from my sperm. That only served to milk out two more volleys of seed, further loading up the young man's tight hole. "Make his first night taking dick a night for him to remember." "Oh fuck yeah," I said. "Fucking filling him up with cum." My hips were still pushing in and out, even as my dick became incredibly sensitive to each movement. "He came in you," Tucker said. He wanted a load. The jealousy was painful to hear. I couldn't stand still carefully enough. Each tiny bit of movement brought the most agonizing pleasure. Even though I had just cum, my balls were still swollen. I wanted to shoot again, and I knew that Tucker was going to be the perfect victim for the drug-fueled, depraved second fuck of the night.

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

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