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Part 7: The Introduction Michael moved around me, and flipped both switches so that the lights went out and the opaque covering was back. Without a word he took my hand and led me back to the living room. As we walked by the hallway door that led into that room, he must have sensed me looking at it. "It's finger print accessible only. Sound proof of course. It was a bitch getting permission from the city and the co-op to put a wall up covering the exterior windows but I rarely take no for an answer." As I sat down he brought us two more drinks. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But if you want to learn more, and my proposal, you can stay." Against my better judgement (or maybe for it), I accepted the drink. "By now you know I have the finances to do almost whatever I want in reason. I won't ever be buying a private jet or anything like that. And the money has allowed me to explore various sides of myself. 10 years ago, while I was finishing up my PhD, I contracted HIV. At first I started spiraling. But then a friend helped me realize that my life was just starting. So I turned myself into who I wanted to physically, mentally, financially. When my grandfather died, he left me everything. Which wasn't much admittedly, but just enough so that I could buy this place and turn it into what I wanted when I turned 30. The man you saw in the sling is my most recent... acquisition. The latest in a line of men that I've found one way or another, and have decided that they want what I offer." "Money?", I blurted our in spite of myself. He let out the loudest and most sincere laugh I had ever heard from him. "No, though that is certainly part of it. Freedom. I give them the means to shape who they want to be without any judgement. When I found Erik, he was a scrawny, downtrodden 30 year old that had given up on his dreams. Now he makes more money than I do, has turned his body into something from a superhero movie, and when he's not here fucks whoever he wants... or gets fucked by. He's the fourth one I've had since I got the place. After a couple of years, they decide to go out on their own and start their own... collections. It's like a family I've built up. They may leave, but they're never really gone and we still see each other." My brain was spinning from the bourbon, what I had seen in that room, and this wild information. "Why are you telling me all of this? We barely know each other. I appreciate what you did and everything for me, but why?" "Because Marcus, I see myself in you. I see what I see in all of my creations initially: someone who has just tried to do the best they have been given, but are one kick to the balls away from losing themselves forever. My friend that i told you about did something similar for me. And if you want, I can help make you into whatever you want to be. This isn't some power trip either. I love and deeply care for each man that comes into my life. Whether you stay a year or ten, it will always be up to you and I will devote everything I have to you while you are here, just as you will to me". "I grew up with almost nothing. I know that there's always a catch." "You would be my sub, yes. Not my slave, because I have respect for my men. There would be certain things that would be expected of you sexually and personally. But as I said you would be free to leave at any time. There is only one thing that is absolute before you do leave: you have to help me find my next acquisition. And help me initiate them. It will be a bit of a shock at first and each new one needs some guidance besides just from myself." "What if I don't do it?", I asked rather boldly. The coldness that had been gone from his eyes returned even though he was smiling. "The chastity device I put each man in is... special. I'm the only one that can unlock it, since it's controlled wirelessly. This is the only absolute rule I have. You'll find getting it off otherwise... challenging." I sat in silence for a minute and finally said the quiet part out loud. "Would I have to become like you... like him.. poz?". He suddenly looked at me as if all he wanted to do was hug me and all the cold was gone from him. "Of course not. That was a choice I was never given, and a choice that I make sure I give to everyone. I would never take that decision from you. Overtime, each man has decided they want that from me and I have made that happen. But unless you decide it, we will both take medication to minimize that possibility as much as possible." By that time it was late. He said I didn't have to decide that night, I could take the weekend to think it over (hence why he had arranged for me to work from home the following day). He ordered me a Lyft, and walked me down to the lobby. We hugged goodbye outside and I had never felt more cared for in that moment. As I went home, my brain wouldn't turn off. I was conflicted. But Michael had probably already seen what I would decide, or else he never would have taken the time to explain all of that to me. .............................

Part 6: The Room I stood outside Michaels door, my heart pounding in my ears. I realized I was holding my breath. I could turn back, I could just ignore him and never speak to him again. That wasn't realistic, since he ran my company in a way. But setting that aside, I felt this magnetic pull towards him, even if it terrified me. I pushed the door open and walked in. He was sitting in the living room, having removed his jacket and tie. He smiled at me, and without a word walked over to the bar, and poured two large bourbon and ice. The expensive stuff, of course. He handed one to me and invited me to sit. We picked up where our conversation had left off, and after half an hour got us a refill. "Would you like to see the rest of my apartment?" "Sounds good to me", I replied. He got up and led us down the hallway. We went though a couple of bedrooms with their own master closets and bathrooms. The third bedroom must have been his, and I could see the bathroom I was introduced to my first night. There was something odd though: the windows that looked out over the harbor intersected with a wall, except it wasn't a wall. It wasn't a mirror either. It could have been a window, except it was opaque and dark. Michael caught me staring at it. "That's an interesting feature of the apartment. Would you like to see what it is?" I felt a lump in my throat and suddenly couldn't speak. He took my silence to mean yes, and moved towards two small switches. With one, the glass was suddenly light. And with the other, the opaqueness disappeared to reveal what was behind it. I didn't know how to absorb what I was looking at. The room beyond was long, it must have stretched all the way back to the front of the apartment. I could see a door, which must lead off to the main hallway. It looked very clean and sterile, with black tile floors and white walls to contrast it. But it was what was in the room that mattered. A sex swing. Actually 2, different styles. A couple of fuck benches, a hardback chair with a large hole in the bottom. Stainless steel sinks with matching counters and drawers. In one corner there was a raised section of tile with a shower head and what I now know is a enema attachment. One wall had floating shelves with mannequin heads and all sorts of masks and hoods. Other shelves had toys, some of which seemed like they would be impossible to fit in someone. There were bolts in the ceiling in some spots, and ropes hung from them. These were just the things I could see, I had no doubt that there was a lot more in the drawers. There was someone in the room too. In the center sling, I could see a hole facing us with a large pup tail plug in it. With his cheeks spread I could see two scorpion tattoos on either side of his hole. Half of his body was covered in tattoos on one side, and the muscles were just as beefy as Michaels. His cock was locked in a strange looking cage. I could see two large piercings at his nipples, and he wore a hood with a rebreather mask. A long clear tube led from the mask to a small looking machine that clicked green every couple minutes and I could see the man go more limp in the sling (something I would soon find out was an automated poppers machine). "So what do you think of my apartment". As he said this I was aware he was mere inches behind me when I felt his warm breath on my neck. Frankly, I was terrified and wanted to leave and never go back. But like he read my mind, Michael reached around to my crutch, and as he grabbed me I became aware that I had the biggest hard on of my life. .....................................................

I thought about holding off on this story to see how it ends, but I think it's more important that it be told now… This is something I saw on Twitter yesterday. I'm dumbfounded… March 27th… So the guy is under "lockdown" (a stay-at-home order), and he's still hooking up – and proud enough of it to post it on Twitter. March 31st… 4 days after the first hookup, he posts a video of another hookup.… April 3rd… 3 days after the 2nd hookup he posts pics and videos from yet another hookup… April 7th… And then surprise, surprise… That's right… 3 hookups later he's in the hospital with COVID-19. He's stupid enough to think he's in the ICU when he's not – he's probably just in a ward with all COVID patients. If he were in ICU he'd have breathing support (either be intubated or be attached to a BiPAP machine). Oh, and the kicker is he's calling the nurse a bitch and mocking the fact that she says she's tired! I just want to strangle the guy. If he reads this… "You're a fucking asshole. If karma doesn't catch up to you this time around, it will at some point. And guess what, I won't give a shit when it does." People, seriously, be responsible! Hospitals are over capacity. People are dying. There's no cure. There isn't even a decent treatment. Even in the middle of the AIDS crisis hospitals could manage their core caseloads. This is a whole other order of magnitude above that pandemic. It's gonna be a long time (probably years) before we're back to where we were before with big sex parties and crowded bathhouses. Even when the stay-at-home orders are lifted people will still need to be vigilant to avoid another peak of the pandemic. You'll need to focus on risk reduction – fewer partners, 1-on-1s, maybe sex in parks, maybe gloryholes. But being legs up in a bathhouse taking all loads isn't going to happen again until there's at least a decent treatment. If for no other reason, that sensible gay guys are gonna stay away. Here's a poll I did on Twitter a few days ago… Only a bit over 1/3rd of guys will risk a crowd when the stay-at-home orders are lifted (and that's now when they're horny and jacking off to Twitter, before the pandemic hits their city/town)… We can hope the clinical trials they're doing now turn up something, but who knows. Don't be like that guy above. Don't be a COVIDiot!

As I pull me dick out I can see my toxic cum has some blood on it so I push Joey down onto his stomach and lay on top of him and I say how are you doing. Joey says I never knew it would be like this as can you fuck me again like a lover would. After a few minutes I roll him on his back and kiss him like a lover would and my hand working his balls and his dick is in a chastity cage , so I start to work his nipples with my teeth on one and my hand squeezing the other, with the noise coming from him I doing it right from the moans. I roll Joey onto his stomach as see his destroyed hole so I take some powder and sprinkle it on the head of my dick. Before I just slammed in so this time I put the PA in gently going really slow and reacting to his body as not to cause him any pain but moans of pleasure. As I'm deep in Joey I start to pump him nice and slow as his hole is pretty well rip up so I want him to enjoy this so like me he can also become a POZ cumdump. I have given Joey 3 POZ loads as we are laying on the bed doing small talk, he ask can he be sure I'm the one to have POZ him. I look to the side and see one more syringe, we are both on our knees facing each other. I tie off both of our arms, I put the needle in my arm I see the flash of blood and fill it up then inject 25% into my arm, I look into Joey eyes and say once this goes in there is NO TURNING back, he says two words DO IT. I push it nice and slow as its not about the slam but my toxic blood. Instead of taking a cotton to where I inject the blood slam I take his arm and lick it clean. Joey has this smile on his face as he pushes me on to my back and goes to my dick and does the best he can sucking my dick as he has a lot to lean about sucking dick. Once I'm nice and hard he climbs on top of me and inserts my dick into his hole that is not as tight when we started and impales him self so I'm balls deep and rides me like a cowboy at full gallop. I can see a little pain on his face but he keep going until I explode in him an I can see cum coming from his chastity cage. A 6 months later Mr.Benson takes me to Folsom Street in San Francisco he is dressed in his finest leather and I'm naked in boots what I'm really happy is that the chastity cage is off as the last time I had cum was when I POZZED Joey, so 6 months in chastity has been ruff. Normally a Master puts a leash on their slave collar but Mr. Benson attach the leach to the PA on my dick so if I look at some HOT looking guy or someone fucking he just gives a yank and my mind its brought to reality. Mr. Benson meet a few of his friends and One says I will be right back as I have to piss, Mr. Benson says don't go as with out saying a word I get on my knees and open my mouth, he says to Mr. Benson is it OK even if it's chem piss, go ahead. As the warm chem piss goes in I know it will take a few minutes it starts to effects hit me a few other come over and join in. I see people taking pictures of this going on and my dick in rock hard from showing people what a slut I am. There is this we'll known porn star that has a 14 inch dick giving me a look and comes up to Mr.Benson, you have some slut there can I fuck him. Mr. Benson says go ahead, he says he is so small I might rip him up, so I get on my knees and suck his dick as he rubs my head with his hand then says get it good and wet as that is all you are going to get. I get up bend over putting my hands on my knees, he grabs my hips and shoves balls deep as I just grunt as little does he know that the night before I was fisted, but he does have monster dick and shoots heavy loads. He smacks me on my ass really hard that left a hand print. When to porn star leaves Mr. Benson says to the crowd now I will show you want slut I own. He start to fist me as I can see people taking pictures so I might be in some discomfort so I smile and say it feels so go as he punch fist me. Out the corner of my eye my heart jump out it's JOEY and his Master. When Mr. Benson has finished but my hole feels so empty Joey comes over and gives me a big hug and we are kissing. Joey Master is talking to Mr. Benson and wants me to recharge Joey with my Poz load. Joey is locked up in chastity as he is only out to fuck negative holes, so I squat down to rim Joey hole and not to my surprise I see a hole that was nice and round and so small to a swollen man cunt I put the head of my dick into Joey and he is showing discomfort but signs of pleasure as my dick is fucking him with my lips kissing him as we are in the throws of passion. With my dick shooting into Joey man cunt I grab his chastity and he is also has also cum. Mr. Benson attaches his leash to my PA as Joey are arm as Mr. Benson and Joey Master have other plans for us.

I think that's the most important aspect when it comes to such incidents: Idiot-shaming might be warranted but we shouldn't start slut-shaming. It's not the sex that was the problem, it's not limiting contacts. They could have been playing monopoly and it would have been just as bad. Church choir practice is probably more risky than quickly bending over and taking a load. You shouldn't have sex not because sex is bad, but because minimizing contacts is good. You also shouldn't visit your sister for dinner. Over the last weeks I have seen proud barebackers turn into the morality police when it comes to CoVid-19, getting preachy and insulting others. I just don't believe that this will achieve anything. Men are idiots, twice so when it comes to sex. IMHO the best way is to compassionately explain, that this is not like AIDS during the 90s, in that A.) you can also pass it on to your Grandmother, B.) your friend's cancer might go from operable to inoperable because of limited hospital capacity, and most importantly C.) this will all be over much quicker, if everyone is doing his part in social distancing.

I rarely can host, so since my place was available today and I could host I went on line looking for tops. The first guy I found, 27 yo white guy, said he was cheating on his girlfriend. He is mostly straight but likes to fuck guys once in awhile. I told him I prefer to be fucked raw, but he said he had to use a condom and asked if I had one. I said I would look for one had to find one. When he got here I took him to the basement. We both strapped and I sucked him for a little bit. Then I turned around and put some lube on my hole. He starts playing with my hole and before long he raw cock head was at my hole. Then he slid in and fucked me raw. He came in me and it was a huge load. He left and I found a 39 yo black guy. I have been talking with him a number of times over the past month or so but we never got together but today was the day. So he came over and I decided happy face down ass up and blindfolded because his profile said he liked anonymous. So he fucked me raw and also shot a huge load in my hole. After he left I couldn't find anyone else but the cum was dripping down my legs so I went online and I assume to let everyone see how much of a slut I am. Great day!

Part 5: The Date I spent the entire hour not moving. I looked at the projector screen, I didn't dare look anywhere else. I felt exposed and raw with him sitting there, like a frayed electrical wire. He never asked any questions of me, and I only had to answer a couple questions from other people in the room. When the meeting was over, I slowly stood and let everyone else leave before me. I dropped my things at my desk, grabbed a jacket, and left the office. I hadn't eaten anything so I walked a couple minutes to my favorite workday coffee shop and got a couple things. The cold air helped clear my head. When I got back to my desk, there was an envelope in the same drawer that I found the phone. It just had "Marcus" written across the top. I opened it with shaking hands. Michael had written a concise but warm note: he wanted me to join him for dinner Thursday night. He had already arranged for me to work from home Friday on projects. There wasn't much to the note, but sweet or not I knew that I didn't have a choice. I spent the rest of the week in a daze. I went to work, the gym, cooked, read, and barely slept. I left work early Thursday, he had just told me to what to wear and to look presentable. So there I was at 7:30, wearing a white button up shirt with a navy blazer and pants (he was clear on no tie), freshly trimmed beard and a fresh haircut. My roommates (both straight), jokingly asked if I was working as an escort now. I laughed with them but at that moment felt more like a whore than I ever had in my life. My watch buzzed, my driver had arrived (even though I hadn't ordered one yet). 15 minutes later I was standing at the entrance to the tallest building in Boston, and had no doubt in my mind where I was headed. I walked up to the receptionist, and he directed me to take the elevator all the way to the top. This building had the nicest restaurant in Boston, a place I could only dream of affording. I gave my name to the hostess, and she brought me to a corner table by the windows, looking out over the lights of the city. Michael was sitting there, similarly dressed as me only with a tie and in clothes that I'm sure cost my entire meager wardrobe put together. Somehow everything fit him perfectly, I felt mine hung off me like the obvious department store knock offs that they were. He stood and invited me to sit. Instantly a waiter was asking our drinks orders. "I'll have a gin martini, straight up, very dry with a twist", Michael said. "I will as well, only with vodka and olives", I said. "Don't worry, we work together so I'm putting all of this on the company card", he said with a wink. Over the next two hours we talked. At first about him: where he was from, how old he was (I was right originally, 38), hobbies, family, and how we found himself in his current role (he got his PhD in Biochemistry after undergrad from MIT and then his MBA from Harvard a few years later). Before long he found himself being courted by multiple biotech companies, and shortly after joining the current one was promoted to CSO. The more he talked about himself the less scary he was, and I enjoyed myself more. The ridiculously overpriced cocktails and absurd bottle of wine he ordered may have helped, but he seemed more normal than I had originally given him credit for. Though his eyes never lost that particular shine that I had come to associate with goosebumps. Eventually the conversation turned to me, and the more mundane aspects of my life (not the things I had shared when we first met). By the time we left it was almost 11pm. As we walked down the street, the hairs on the back of my neck stood again. He pulled me into an alley and started kissing me violently. He shoved me against a wall and pulled my pants down. At first I was terrified, but when he spun me around he dove face first into my ass, giving me the best rim job I could ever remember receiving. After a couple of minutes, he spun me back around and his fingers replaced his tongue in my ass. His mouth engulfed my cock and between his fingers and the blow job, it was a matter of minutes before I was moaning and shooting my load down his throat. He swallowed all of it, stood up, and kissed me hard again. "I have to go for a bit, but if you want to come over in an hour text me and I'll make sure the doorman rings you up", he said. Before I could even buckle my belt he was gone. At that point my dick and my curiosity were outweighing my gut feeling about him. I texted the number on the card he gave me, and a few seconds later confirmed our time and the address I was to go to. I would never walk there in time, but I started in that direction before I would call a car, not knowing how much my life was about to change. .........................................

The following story is fiction, but the premise is based on real life experiences. Needless to say, 2020 was off to a terrible start. Even without a global pandemic, life had become abysmally bad. My name is Mark. I had just turned 25. I grew up in New England. Small high school, team sports, honors and AP classes, etc. I went to a state school, did pretty well there majoring in a Pre-Med field but never took the step to follow through with medical school. After graduating I took a job at a prestigious R&D facility. The only problem was that it was located in my hometown. With 150 kids in my graduating class, you can imagine the gay scene left a lot to be desired, to say the least. I applied for months to other jobs, but finally after lots of interviews and being edged-out by someone else, I got one. So right after I turned 25 around Christmas I packed up and moved in with some old college friends in Boston with a spare room. The first few days were great. But things quickly went down hill. I bounced my car off a couple guardrails and got a DWI (being a straight edge kid from a rural town, I had never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket). My childhood friend committed suicide. The guy I had been dating for six months in Boston before the move decided to go back to his ex. And some of my friends decided that I was damaged goods after the DWI and never spoke to me again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider jumping into the harbor and ending it. Pre-social distancing, I was pretty active sexually. I'd have one or two hookups a week. I'm a bottom. I'm pretty average looking, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. I'm not fit but I'm not fat either. I've been told I'm actually very charismatic, which probably explains why I've managed to hook up and date guys way out of my league. But during this time I didn't really care about looks or anything else. Just their dicks. Most of them were one time things. I took them all and never used a condom. If I'm being honest I hadn't used condoms since I was 21. The youngest was an 18 year old hockey player at Harvard. The oldest was some grandpa in an alley near Methadone Mile. And everything in between. Blowjobs in club bathrooms, shady hotel sex, etc. I'm still amazed that I didn't catch anything. Looking back on it, I think I was channeling my depression into other outlets, mainly sex. By early February it was all finally too much. I was walking back to my apartment. A married guy had messaged me to come over from, he bred me then kicked me out saying his wife and kid were on their way home. It was pretty early and not very far, but it had turned windy and cold, so I ordered an Uber. Only instead of going home, I went downtown to a bar I liked. It was small, nothing special but that was why I liked it. I had a beer, then started walking along the water. I stopped and looked out over the black water for what seemed like forever before jumping over the railing that separated the sidewalk from the water. I closed my eyes and fell forward, the shock of the water sending knives of cold through my skin. I felt a strange sensation of moving back towards shore instead of farther out, and suddenly felt myself on dry land. "Are you okay? Stay with me, don't fall asleep", a low but warm voice said. That's when I turned my head and saw Michael, the man that would change my life in more ways than one in the coming weeks. ........................................ This is my first time writing. Kind of a long preamble but setting the stage for later. Feedback appreciated.

Home From University I slept really well that night and spent less time wanking and watching porn the next day. The following day, I took the occasional look to see who was online and there were a few hot guys that grabbed my attention, but the laundry room guy was noticeably absent. I was trying to be good and keep away from everyone, though. One life altering virus at a time, thank you. About seven in the evening I got a message from a pic-less profile. There wasn't much information in the text either. In the old days (3 months ago, lol), I wouldn't have even wasted my time reading the message. My pool of possible hookups was now pretty limited now and who knows when things would be getting back to normal. I opened the message and it just asked "u @ 1530 marina?" I've seen these time wasters before, but replied back with a simple "yes". There were over 250 condos in this building and right now there were over a dozen on the app that were also in this building, so I guessed it was ok to give him that bit of info. In a few minutes, I got a body pic that showed a near hairless younger guy with a nice ass and then a note "18 college guy, bottom. u got nice dick." We sent a few more messages back and forth and he seemed to be interested in hooking up. As much as I wanted to stay isolated, my hormones were starting to get the better of me. Then, I got the message "ur status says askme, so I am." "That's the end of this conversation" I said to myself and sent back "poz." Setting the phone down, I cracked open a beer and started looking for something to watch on TV. I got a few alerts back and once I started a movie I looked at my phone. The faceless guy sent "u on meds?" then "bb?" and I got a few messages from other guys, too. One said he wanted to meet when house arrest is over and the others were just guys fishing for more pics. I was surprised that the college guy had continued to reply, so I gave him answers that I was sure would scare him off "ran out of meds only bb no pullouts" and hit send. I had to rewind the stupid movie to catch the beginning. The movie was about a third of the way done when my phone buzzed again. Hitting pause, I looked to see what message I got and it was from the college guy. "wow. want to but scared" he replied. I was hesitant to keep going since I figured this was going to be a waste of time. I set the phone down and watched the rest of the movie. When I got up to go to bed, I looked and there weren't any more messages from college boy and figured he had fantasized enough, blew his load and I wouldn't hear from him for a while until that kink rose back up from his subconscious. Work was surprisingly busy the next day and I had a string of phone calls and emails to deal with and suddenly it was after 6pm. Other than a few text messages from friends and family, I didn't touch my phone at all. Once dinner was consumed, I sat back on the couch trying to decide what mindless crap to watch. My phone buzzed and it was a text from my brother checking up on me. After I answered, I looked to see what other notifications I had. There were four from college boy "u busy?", "u poz negs?", "u like my ass", and "can u host?" It was hard deciding if I was just his jack off material or if he was serious about taking a poz load or ten. The messages were all from earlier today, starting about 3:30pm and going to about 7pm, so he seemed to be serious. There was no way I was going to fuck him here, nor was I going to type out my answer to his second question but I did say a silent "hell, yeah!" I typed out my reply "done working. Nice butt needs a dick in it, how many guys fuck u?" and hit send. I barely set my phone down and it buzzed with a reply from college boy. "hope urs is next 1. 37 so far" was his reply. This was getting more interesting. If he wasn't lying, he was experienced enough to know how to take dick so it might be worth at least meeting the guy. Hitting reply, I sent back "maybe. meet on roof in 20 2 talk?" Immediately I thought to myself "Why did I do that? Nothing good is going to come of this." The roof of our building has a sundeck on part of it and then an indoor area with some couches, a few game tables and a pair of large saunas. It should be a quiet place to meet and I've fucked more than a few guys in the sauna over the years. I picked up a small piece of paper and some tape, donned my mask and headed up a little early. Getting off the elevator, I walked slowly forward through the vestibule and reached up on the other side of the arched opening and slipped the paper over the security camera lens and secured it with tape. I didn't need a thousand questions from our nosy doorman. I walked into the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches and waited. It only took a couple minutes and I heard the ding from the elevator and hoped it was the college guy. Sure enough, a figure appeared and looked around. I couldn't see him clearly, the lights were dim and he was too far away. As he approached, I could see a short, thin body in some baggy shorts and a tank top. I pulled off my mask and said "Have a seat" when he was about ten feet away. He stood in front of me a moment before he sat down in the chair next to me. I looked him over now that I could see him better and while he wasn't the type I normally go for, he was easy on the eyes. His long dark blond hair was pulled back and tied in a bun, he had small dark plugs in each ear and a small straight eyebrow piercing. His pale face was smooth and soft except for a patch of hair on his chin. I could see the nipple piercings protrude through the tight tank top he was wearing, which showed off his twinky body. He was toned but not muscled and with his compact size I imagined he would be fun to toss around on a bed when fucking his brains out. His baggy shorts hid all of the good stuff and covered down to his knees. I was surprised to see some tall lace-up black leather boots on his feet that came midway up his calf. I wasn't sure if this is how he normally dressed or was just going for an edgier look to try and impress me. He stared back at me a few seconds and finally said nervously "Hi." "Hi" I replied and paused before going on. "You seem a little persistent. Am I giving you enough jack off material?" I asked. His eyes got big and he shook his head 'no' and reaffirmed it, saying "No, its nothin' like that. I mean, it's hot thinkin' about it... and you... and I get hard as fuck when you reply but I'm serious. I wanna do this." "Ya know, its a one way street and this shit can really fuck you up" I said bluntly. He nodded and kept staring at me. "How long you been chasing?" I asked. He looked perplexed, like I was suddenly talking in Mandarin. "Chasing the bug" I added. The lightbulb went on over his head and he replied "Oh... a few months. I met a guy last semester who's poz and we had some of the wildest sex I've ever had. Its almost like a porn flick, but better. He makes me beg for his dirty seed and when I feel him cum in me its so fuckin' hot. I never blow my load from getting fucked by anyone else but I do when he breeds me." "So you're already poz, then" I said, a little disappointed since I was already looking forward to knocking him up. He smiled slightly and said "No, he's on meds and I got tested at the end of January. You really toxic?" My dick twitched and started to grow in my sweat pants. Nodding 'yes' I added "Drugs ran out about a month ago." I thought about asking why he was chasing, but I really didn't care. I just needed to know he was serious. "When you get charged up, what you gonna do? Go on meds too?" I asked. I got the perplexed look from him again. I knew he hadn't thought that far ahead. After a few moments he asked "How long can I stay off of them?" I smiled and liked his thinking. "It depends on how your body deals with it. With some guys, it can be many years and for others it's weeks" I said. I could see he wanted to ask something, but first I wanted to know how willing he was going to be spreading my strain. "Your profile says you're a bottom. Do you ever top?" I inquired. "Not very often. Most guys see my size and assume I'm a bottom. Besides, I love getting fucked" he replied. I could sense an easiness in his voice telling me he was more comfortable now. "You better start spreading your seed more. I don't want my seed to go to waste" I said with an evil grin. He looked back at me intently. "Here's the deal. I'll breed you 'til I get bored. It might even be enough to get you knocked up. If you do, then you have to pass it to at least five guys. OK?" I said coldly. I watched his jaw drop and he slowly nodded 'yes'. I really didn't care how many people he infected, as long as it was more than one. Standing up, I started to walk towards the sauna. I could sense him right behind me, just like a little puppy. Once in the men's shower area, I opened the door to the sauna, standing just outside. "Strip and get inside" I commanded. College boy dropped his shorts and stepped out of them and pulled his tank, revealing more smooth skin with not a mark on it. He was standing there in a jockstrap and his boots and I said "Jock too, leave the boots on." He pushed it off, kicked it aside and stood there, revealing a very stiff five inch cock that was surprisingly thick. I nodded my head towards the door and he walked inside. I quickly took my sweats and tee off and followed him in and closing the door behind me. "You got one last chance to leave without my bug swimming in your guts" I told him. Instead of him running out the door, I watched him climb up on the lower bench on his knees with his ass hanging off. "Give it to me" he growled. Chuckling, I told him "This ain't gonna be gentle." I knelt down and grabbed each butt cheek with my hands and pulled them apart, gazing at the pink ring surrounded by a few wisps of blond hair. I thought for a moment about how wrong it was to wreck this perfect eighteen year old's fuckhole, how much pain he was going to be in in a few minutes, the pain when the virus took over his body and maybe when his body lost the fight. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum on the floor and my little head started doing the thinking. I pressed my face between his cheeks and rimmed him quickly. He let out a moan when my tongue forced its way in, adding just a little bit of spit to his hole. Someone had taught him well and he worked his hole around my tongue, relaxing it and letting me in and then squeezing it tight. Normally I would spend a long time eating out a hole like this, but I didn't want to get caught and I had a job to do. Slapping each cheek, I stood up and nestled my cock at the entrance. Leaning over his back I said "Tell me what you want." The wait was almost nothing when he replied "Please fuck me. Breed me with your poz load." Turning my head slightly, I noticed that the plugs in his ears had little biohazard symbols on them. "Let's make that truthful advertising" I thought to myself. The moment that he finished his last word, my hand went over his mouth and I slammed my hard cock into his tender hole. He screamed out like I knew he would and it was only slightly muffled by my hand, which was now covered in his spit. "Gotta wash that hand good when we're done" I thought briefly as I pulled almost out and shoved back in. The sauna wasn't on but you wouldn't know it by looking at his face and back. He was sweating like crazy and his body was trembling as I tried to hold him still. My cock was being held by his vice-like grip which was helping my assault make all those tiny tears in his chute that would let my bug invade his body. The screaming slowed down to a loud whimper while I stood there motionless with my leaking cock buried deep inside him. I was pretty sure about this time he was having second thoughts and that this was nothing like he had imagined. "You like that poz dick deep in your ass?" I asked. I got a mumbled "Mmmhmm" back from him and replied "Good, cuz this is just the beginning." I slowly withdrew and then slammed back in again. I waited only a couple seconds this time and then began drilling into him with firm thrusts. Years of gym workouts allowed me to keep up the intensity of our fuck. Beginning with the barely lubed start to five minutes of pounding to ten minutes where his hole was sloppy from my precum, then fifteen and twenty minutes passed when my balls started to ache. I could tell a few times he seemed to be fading out of consciousness from my brutal pounding and then he would come to and start grunting again. His body was weak by this point and he was only upright by bracing himself on the bench and my hands which now were on his shoulders. "Ready to get bred?" I asked. He whimpered louder and I heard a faint "Yes... please." "Beg for it" I said back to him. he gave me several almost cliche responses "knock me up... please, poz me... give me your bug" and finally a pleading "Infect me... please!" For the next few minutes, I hammered his hole fast and hard. My cock swelled a little thicker and my balls were now pulled up tight. The hammering stopped and I slammed in all the way and heard him cry out "oh god!" I chuckled and wondered if he was now praying and for what. For the fuck to end? For him to get knocked up? Pulling out about half way I gave another shove and that's when the pulses started. "FUCK!" I screamed out, followed by "Take that toxic load, neg boy!" Ropes of cum shot out and coated the walls of his tortured chute. I could feel it cover my throbbing cock as I wrapped my arms around my latest victim. Our bodies heaved together while a few more spurts of virus infected juice pumped into him. Once my orgasm faded and my breathing slowed, I pulled my sore cock out of him. I definitely had done some damage to his fuckhole and his ass ring was an angry red. Turning him around and sitting him on the lower bench, I pushed his head to my cock. "Clean it up" I told him unemotionally. He looked up at me briefly and then began to lick around my shaft. "Like the taste?" I asked. Pulling off a moment, he asked "Is that what viral cum tastes like?" Looking back at him, I said "No, that's what a wrecked and bred hole tastes like." Once he finished licking all of the cum mixture from my cock and balls, I tilted his head back up. Grinning at him I said "You're a hot fuck" but all I got back was a blank stare. He looked exhausted and I knew he would be sore for a few days. I left him sitting there, pushed the sauna door open and then quickly dressed in the shower area. He hadn't come out by the time I headed to the elevator. Walking through, I grabbed the paper that was over the camera and waited for the elevator. As I descended down to my floor, I wondered what his response would be when I wanted to give him a second dose.

Here’s one in my jewelry box I forgot I had. My piercing isn’t large enough anymore to wear this.

I had a rare opportunity to go to work trip alone and used it to my advantage. I partied with a few hot guys at my hotel I invited over from bbrt. They were a couple and their profile said ask me under status...Usually means poz Long story short and some partying and some fresh poppers under my nose I was turned into this ultra cum hungry twisted bottom. They switched off and started to get really verbal and really really twisted and preverted which I got so turned on by! They kept it going hardcore noticing my rock hard cock. In no time I was begging for their demon venom. The one guy was black and really got off on holding the popper rag on my face with one hand and the other around my neck telling me I'm going to wake up to him unloading his hiv positive viral ni$$er bug juice into my slutty hole. When black guys use the N work and like a bottom to use it for some reason that's a huge turn on! Once his pace picked up his hand squeezed tighter and I blacked out for like 30 seconds with another few minutes where it was foggy. I remember feeling his thick cock thrombin as he whispered in my ear he hoped his evil juice would do the trick. His BF who was watching and on his phone chimed in...just in case it doesn't my satin seed probably will and with that I got flipped over like a pancake and he was just as dirty and verbal while I cleaned off his bf's black cock...more like he throat fucked me. About 20 min after they left I was doing a little partying of my own blown out of my mind. Knock on the door. Fuck. 2 bigger black guys...opened the door not bothering with the chain but not remembering I was naked oozing demon seed. They pushed into my room and both raped me stopping briefly a few times for a party break. They brought their good friends molly and tina with haha That's what the BF was doing on his phone before. Stayed up all night and all told took 12 raw anon loads and fucked a young bottom who was at my hotel staying with his parents. Some of the hottest fucking of my life! But...A few months after (not long ago) I tested neg. I'll write about last week in a separate post.

As a nurse I'd like to add that in many places it's ILLEGAL to take pics/video of healthcare workers, especially without their consent. So this kid better hope I don't find his profile.

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

Intro: It was a dark, stormy night in April Joey, a closeted 25 year old anal virgin, decided to redownload grindr, a4a and bbrt. Joey has only met up with two men online, and both times were to give head. He has craved the feeling of being a used up slut for dirty old men. Drunkenly, Joey made one of the biggest decision of his life... Joey made an ad on Bbrt. The ad description said “Virgin bottom, needs daddy to break him in and train him to please.” Inside the ad Joey made sure to include the kinky way he wanted to lose his sweet cherry; he wanted to find someone to facilitate a gangbang, then take sleeping pills to black out, be used by random men, and be shown the video upon awakening. He posted at around 10pm and dozed off on the couch until about 1am. He checked for replies and there was one that stood out from drugdaddyraw, it stated “have your hole cleaned and be ready to get fucked up and abused within the hour. I tracked your location, no flaking on me like all the other fags you pussy out on. “ Joey began trembling but read on, “I’m sending you my location. Be here by 2:15 or I will tell your friends, family and anyone you live with that you were trolling for raw daddy cock to bust your cherry. You are now my new fuck slave” to be continued if wanted.

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I used to ride my bike down to the beach after school from the age of about 14; in school uniform. IN summer we wore grey shorts and short sleeved white shirt and a tie. I would lock my bike up and go walking through the bushes on the top of the cliffs behind the beach. It didn't take long to notice that there were always guys there, and not very often women and chicks. One day I met up with two guys who were maybe in their 30s, like I didn't know how hold, and they asked me if I wanted to have fun, well of course I said yes we went to a secluded place in the bushes where nobody could see and they pulled my pants down, and theirs too ... well wow, what cocks! I mean I knew why I was there and very soon I was a virgin no more

Part 4: The Realization "So, how about that drink?", said Michael. He put his hand on my shoulder and just like the other night, I recoiled a bit. The look in his eyes stayed the same, but there was a glint of something... I don't know to be honest. "Sure, but I really need to piss first", I said quietly. At that moment two guys exited and I went to a urinal. Michael took the spot next to mine, and without any attempt at subtlety looked over the divider at my cock. Without a word he made a show of stuffing his dick back into the jock and went to the door. I did my best to conceal my erection but figured there was no point on a night like this one. As I got to the door, he took my hand without a word and led me to the bar. It was set farther back so we were able to hear each other. "Two vodka soda's Tim", he said to the bartender. They must have known each other very well, because Tim poured him two drinks that were mostly vodka (the most expensive kind they had) and Michael gave him only $30, $20 of which went into Tim's pocket. We drank our them then Michael ordered us another round. "i really shouldn't. I've already had a couple and I... prepared pretty well before we came out", I said; trying to be vague about the molly. "You aren't in bumfuck nowhere now. I'll make sure you get home. And I have more molly if you want it. I saw you and your friend split one when I arrived." He flashed his smile that made my knees week. But there was something about his eyes. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Now I grew up on a farm. My dad taught me to hunt at a young age, as all redneck fathers do in my part of the country. I had been in a few fights in college. There honestly wasn't much that scared me. But there was something about Michael that made the hair on my neck stand on edge; yet also attracted me to him. "Come on, lets dance", he said after ordering us a third round of drinks. I realized he wasn't pulling me to the dance floor but to the stage where the hired muscle daddy's were dancing. I didn't belong up there, not by a long shot, but he insisted. After a couple minutes of him grinding his semi-hard dick into my ass, I had completely lost myself. One of the dancers got close to us, and Michael made out with him before shoving my face into his, forcing our tongues deep into each other. He then spun me around, and I was making out with Michael as he slipped his hand down my shorts. I felt something pass from his mouth to mine. "Don't worry. I just want you to have fun. I've already told your friend when to come get you off this stage and I'll order you both an Uber." I don't know how long I was up there, lost in this erotic yet malevolent man. At one point while he was turned around, I was able to make out a tattoo above his ass: a biohazard symbol. I knew what this probably meant, but when I finally took stock of the tattoos on his front, I saw a scorpion tattoo on his left hip and had no doubt what that meant. But I was too buzzed to care at the moment. An hour before closing time, one of my friends came and told me it was time to go. Michael helped us get our clothes, and shut the door to the car. Before we left I looked out and saw that incredibly warm smile looking at me, but felt a chill when I looked into his eyes. I spent most of the following morning in bed. Never mind that I didn't get to sleep until almost 3AM, the cumulative hangover did not help. I finally got up and went for a quick but cold run, and grabbed brunch with some friends; all of whom wanted me to spill the tea on the mystery man that got me up on the platform with all of the dancers the night before. I honestly didn't know much about him myself, so it was easy to keep the details vague. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. When I got into work Monday, I had a lunch meeting invite. Strange, since we very rarely had lunch meetings unless an important client was onsite, but I didn't think too much of it. I looked over what my supervisor had asked me to prepare, and spent the morning pulling data and reports together. As I stood outside the conference room waiting for the other folks to vacate, I had a chance to ask my supervisor who had called the meeting and what the urgency was. She explained that it was the VP of Development who asked for the meeting. She and other senior members of the team would do most of the talking, but the Chief Science Officer had asked for the analyst that did the grunt work to sit in, just in case there were any detailed follow ups about the data. "Who is the CSO? I haven't met them yet." Not surprising, since I had barely been there a month. "Oh that's Pierce", she said. At that moment the previous meeting was filing out, and we went in. "His first name is Mike, but for some reason everyone calls him Pierce. It's been that way since before I started 5 years ago and he had my job... oh here he comes". She was looking out the glass wall that made up the conference room and my blood turned to ice. Walking into the room was Michael. He was Pierce. My boss's boss's boss. .........................................

My popper fogged mind tried to process his words as he drove the dildo in and out of my second sphincter a while longer. Feeling tender as he withdrew it from my body I felt a decided pop of air as it left my body. My hole was more than certainly stretched as wide as it had probably ever been in recent memory. His hands caressed my ass and I felt the warm wetness and scruff of his beard as he began to rim my gaping pup kunt. One hand left me, then another. After a moment, his mouth left my ass and I find myself suddenly craving his attention again. Anything, a toy, his touched, his hot mouth, anything. Another sound off unzipping came from behind my body, and I felt his presence return between my legs. “Inhale boy. Let your senses fly.” I responded with a deep woof and took a double hit. My paws had barely closed the bottle of poppers when I felt it a shift on the bed as he came behind me. My restraints were undone, and I came around to face my handsome master, moaning as I saw him in his glory. Cap still on his head, he’d lit a cigar as he’s come to bed, and resting semi erect against his torso was easily the largest uncut cock I’d ever had face to face in my life. Still growing, it was already 8 inches and continuing, and his girth was swelling to the size of my forearm. Large, egg sized nuts sat hanging low in his sack against the bed, a thick red cock ring at the base of his manhood standing out sharply against his black fur. I longed to embrace him, to worship him, but I knew my place here. Had it spanked into my ass and myself caged to remind me of that place. He was my superior here, and frankly, I found myself wanting that on more than just a kink level as he sat there slowly puffing. His obscene cock continuing to engorge with blood, foreskin slowly rolling back as he neared the apex of his erection. An easily ten inch, thick, veiny uncut slab of cock lay against the man before me. His foreskin had rolled back to reveal a beautifully swollen purple head, leaking his precious precum. “If you come forward, and take this cock into your mouth, I expect you to worship it boy. This is the most superior cock you will have ever taken inside you. Worship it well and I will fuck pup, I will cum inside you, and you will be mine. Forever.” He puffed his cigar, his words hanging in the silence. “Unlike the other master’s here boy, my seed is special, potent, and toxic. Do you understand me?” I sat there on all fours, numbed momentarily. This god of a man before me had HIV, and he wanted to fuck it into my body and infect me. No warning bells sounded; no voice of alarm echoed through my head. He’s paddled that out of me and tease my hole open beyond the point of concern. He was truly my superior, in every way, and I needed him to become part of me, whatever the cost. I just looked at him in the eyes and nodded, and affirmative woof leaving my lips. Reaching a hand to the back of my head, he pulled my face towards his cock and ordered me to begin. My lips were greeted by the wet sweetness of his precum and I ribbed them against his cock head. My hand reach forward to grasp his fat shaft, causing more of his clear nectar to ooze forth as I opened my mouth to seal my fate. My other hand reach to the base of his shaft as his head entered my mouth and I began to rub my tongue sexually against it. Every fiber of my being was electrified in this moment, suffused with a need to worship this man, though any means necessary, and make him feel good. A low growl escaped his lips as I dedicated my life to please him in this moment, my hand alternating strokes up and down his thick meat while my head bobbed up and down upon it’s tip. Slowly, my jaw managed to relax more and more and he began to work himself into my throat, which struggled to contain his presence. I could feel his girth making my throat tender after several minutes spend sucking and choking as he growled and voice his approval, one hand always on the back of my head, in control. After several more minutes of this, his hand withdrew and I stopped immediately, looking up at him as his cock withdrew from my mouth, precum and spit coating my beard beneath my hood. “Are you ready to become mine pup, to have part of me inside you forever, and be owned by me the rest of your life?” I squeaked out an affirmative woof off key, his cock in my through had done a number on my ability to speak, but earned a beaming grin from him nonetheless. He stirred, pulling me up and pushed his lips against mine under the snout of my hood. The smell of his muck and smoke hit my nose, as my tongue danced against his and my heart began to beat even faster, the last vestiges of the human me fading fast as he picked me up and carried me back over to the sling. Depositing me, my legs were again restrained, but arms free, and I rubbed his beautiful coat of fur as he pulled out lube from the side table and began to finger fuck me. As he touched me inside with his hand, fingers probing to the second knuckle deep, borderline trying to fist my ass, I felt my cock once again begin to stir, and I whimpered apologetically as it continued to rise, eventually filling it’s confines, somewhat painfully. He withdrew his hands and began to lube the upper part of his shaft, rubbing the fat mushroom head of his cock against my hole, teasing it again and again. “Time to be fucked forever boy. I own your life as of now.” Before I could take liberties with poppers or he could order it, he pushed the head of his cock in with a firm thrust and I saw stars. Even with my prior stretching, there was a definitive stretch as the thick heat of his member entered my body, eliciting a and unintelligible and loud moan I’m sure could be heard from the street. I felt my hole tense up and legs shake, my eyes rolled back with the pain and pleasure his entry caused me. Looking down, he stood between my legs, the towering mass of his cock outstretched between us, connected to my body with his fat head resting within my loins. He nodded down at me with a smile, telling me what a good boy I was, reaching forward with a hand to rub my fur and grasp the bottle of poppers around my neck. A firm yank broke the slender chain and he uncapped the bottle, drinking in it’s fumes over several hit before ordering me to hit hard. As the nigh drunken rush of poppers hit me I saw his head roll back in the air towards the ceiling in the firelight, and he began to push inside of me further. The next several minutes were spent with me steadily huffing on command as more and more of his massive cock pushed inside of me until I felt him push against my second ring. I looked up at him with concern in my eyes through my hood, knowing he still had another few inches to go at least. Both of his hands began to rub my chest and tease my nipples, relaxing my body as he gave another order to inhale deep. And again. And again. “I’m sorry my boy, but this is necessary, and you will thank me later.” He thrust, hard. I felt something inside myself give as he rushed past my second sphincter and I felt the hair of his thick bush resting against my hole. His hand took mine and guided it down to my belly, where I felt the bulge of his cock making itself known to my touch. “ I’m part of you forever now baby, no other man will be enough to satisfy you.” He pulled back, dragging part of my insides with his fat cock head as he withdrew, my eyes rolling back in my skull as this sensation took over my body. I felt warm heat being replaced my heartless vacuum, emptiness as he withdrew his cock to the tip, pulling my hole outward slightly as he did so, and then began to push back inside again. A strong ache as he pushed past my second sphincter again and into me, the bulge reappearing under our hands. Another withdrawl and insertion. After a minute of the slow, rhythmic pace I felt my body relax, every last nerve either too frayed by the pain or to numb with pleasure to continue resisting. He began to slowly increase his pace as I find myself floating along on the tides of his lovemaking and the high of the poppers we began to share together. This man, this HIV-positive, charged up, toxic bull of a man was fucking me, wanted to be my Master, and own me. And it felt to right, so proper to think that as I lay there with my legs suspended, his manhood sawing my body in half at a steady pace. His balls began to slap my firm ass at a steady rate as the wet slurping sound of my gaping pup kunt stretched around his shaft filled the room, my moans and his grunts playing back and forth through the space between us. His breathing began to grow heavier and heavier, as his cock unbelievably began to swell further with his pending orgasm, the thrust becoming less tender and more forceful as he approached his climax. “You are my pup. My owned boy. You serve me.” His thrusting became painful inside, my insides bruising under his assault, my hand feeling the impact as he bottomed out again and again inside me. “You are my pup. My beautiful, furry, POZ pup.” He yelled loudly, grasping both my legs and bottoming out inside me. I felt his member throbbing inside me and beneath my hand, the wet string of his seed flooding my bruised fuck chute as he spent himself, and to my surprise I felt the wet splash of my own seed rocketing from my cock in it’s cage, coating my fur in what was likely my last negative load. Master stayed inside me until his cock grew limp, fall out heavily from my destroyed hole with an unceremonious plop. I could feel a wet trickle of seed and most likely given everything, blood, dripping from my hole as his sweaty from took a step backwards and he reached towards the table to grab a massive tail plug, pushing it inside me. No additional lube was needed- between his load and my internal juices leaking, it fit with only minimal resistance. He helped my weak form out of the sling and over to the bed, laying beside and spooning me, one arm possessively wrapped around me. “You are Pup Maximus now boy. You gave it your all, and I will make sure you always have it.” It’s been 3 years since that day, and true to his word, we are married and I am a happily owned and proud POZ pup, serving my Master daily as his daily pup to fuck and on occasion when I’m a good boy, filling other pups under his supervision with my masters seed from my balls.

Oof. I haven't had any sex in like 2 months now. Even I don't want to risk it, but I also feel more susceptible to contracting COVID-19 when I have to go to the grocery store, and im surrounded by people in there. I went to 7/11 last week for a gallon of milk and some idiot was in there coughing all over the place, and as I was cashing out he coughed right in my direction. Looked at him and cussed him out, told the filthy pig to learn some god damn hygiene. Wanted to backhand him across the face like in one of those old Westerns.

This is discusting. This guy is 'that' gay idiot who snob me at bars, tubs and village... (we all know a guy) To the many who don't apply the quarantine, there comes a time were this attitude is no longer acceptable for our sociaty. STAY HOME! NO MEETING! For the rest of us who work hard to protect us all : stay put. Love you all and I hope for a special holyday to celebrate after all this. Men I miss cumunion!

Part2 Joey was scared. He hadn’t fully grasped what he put out there. Would this man really out him if he didn’t show? Joey could only reply with a simple “I’ll be there sir.” At this point he had an hour to get blacked out, cleaned out and over to drugdaddyraw’s place. He downed 5 temazepam capsules with a double shot of whiskey, grabbed a beer and went to clean up. His legs trembled as he thought about what he has gotten into while cleaning his soon to be used fuckhole. He was nervous, it was about 40 minutes until his meeting with drugdaddy. He lit up a joint and about a 1/4 way through he began to feel the booze and pills taking full effect. He resigned to his future as a cumdump, told drugdaddy to send the address and got ready to call an uber. While waiting he had one brief bout of anxiety but when the uber got there, he though to himself “Fuck, I wanted this, I’m going to recieve it. Fuck it, let’s see where this go” He got in the car to go meet his future.

I would vote for any mammal with a fucking head just to get that nazi piece of shit out of the white house. He's a complete moron.

LOVE my furry ass and wouldn't shave for any man!

The videos may have been edited to show him to cum handsfree so many times so quickly in a row. But yes I have experienced this. I have one fuckbud with a big dick who makes it a sport to make me cum handsfree as often as he can before he shoots. He loves to fuck but only cums once (usually) so he goes for long sessions, like 1-2 hours. We have breaks of course but he usually does make me cum multiple times. It's mindblowing. He loves seeing me shoot by just fucking me. With other fb's I usually cum handsfree as well although not always tbh. And not always more than once but it does happen now and then. If I cum more than once it's mostly because we have a few rounds. I don't cum a 2nd time quickly after the first one in the same session. But I love it when it happens. It's a different feeling than cumming from touching your dick when being fucked (which I try to avoid). This is why they are my regular fuckbuds 😉

Never been involved with it. I love the idea, especially with a dad that's considered very handsome like I have, being muscled and the perfect example of a guy everybody wants. But I think it's best to grow up with this kind of bond and interaction with your dad/son from an age as early as possible to have a natural development of such a bond. Thinking about this doing this with my dad, I wouldn't do it. Thats because this is the way I grew up and this kind of connection never grew, so that now it feels like something strange to do with him. That being said, I think it is and/or should be considered a normal thing. Men are men, boys are boys, no matter the family connection, and with mutual consent everything should be considered normal and natural.

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.

Long time reader of the forums, felt inspired to write a small thing of my own. Posted a shorter version originally on my Bdsmlr @Cuckyou. First time writing, hope you enjoy. 😉 (If the images are in violation, or need to be taken down, let know and I gladly will). ======= It was so sweet when our anniversary came around. I had asked my boyfriend of a few years if he was willing to do anything for me. After the romantic dinner, night out, how could he say no? He looked me in the eyes and said he would do anything. I tried to hide the smirk that slowly crept up on my face. "Can you bottom for me tonight?" I asked, knowing that he was too into the lovey-dovey mood to say now. "Sure." He said, kissing me softly on the forehead. After he finished preparing himself, I threw myself at him. Bent him over the bed, ate his delicious untouched tight hole (since he's a top, and rarely bottoms for me). Even licked at his balls while under him, making sure he got sufficiently horny. "Can we be kinky today babe? After all this cute stuff today, nothing would turn me on than to treat you like a whore." He looked at me curiously, but his arousal betrayed him and he agreed. I nearly wet myself at the thought of what would happen next. Thankfully he was flexible enough to not mind when I bound his wrists to his ankles, spread eagle on the edge of the bed. "Oh baby that feels so good, eat my slutty hole," he said, getting into the "roleplay." Little did he know that this was going to be much more real than expected. I tongue fucked his innocent hole, prepping it for the fun. "Alright baby I hope you enjoy your anniversary present," I said, pulling out a cock cage and a gag. "What is all that?" He said, curiosity turning into concern. "It's so that you keep you fucking voice down while I do what I asked earlier: Treating you like a fucking whore." My aggressive tone, along with the fact that I quickly locked his cock in caused him to become more resistant. "What the fuck babe!" He began to struggle, but to no avail. After some minutes I was able to get the gag in his mouth and there he was, my little soon-to-be cumdump boyfriend. I snapped some photos of him (neck down of course, I wasn't that much of an asshole) and posted them on BBRT for some hungry tops to come around. My boyfriend tried pleading with me through his gag while I spent the next half an hour working my fingers in and out of his hole, loosening up his boy pussy. He groaned and thrashed around, trying to break free but all it did was drive my fingers deeper and deeper into his tight top hole. "You sure you're not meant to be a bottom baby? You look like you're enjoying this." And although his angry glare made him seem angry, his caged cock was leaking precum all over his stomach. I made sure to lovingly scoop it up and work that into his hole too. I'm a good boyfriend after all, I want him to be a comfortable stupid whore. When the first guy arrived, a malicious smirk grew on his face as well. "Damn man, I knew you said on the ad that your boyfriend is into whoring roleplays, but he seems really mad. Sure he's up for this?" I smiled back innocently. "Oh yes, he gets really into roleplay. He's nasty fucking slut." With that, the dude began to disrobe to reveal a massive uncut cock, still a bit soft at 6". I grew ravenous. I left my bound boyfriend on the bed and went on my knees in front of the new alpha. "Can I help you get started?" He looked down at me, amused. "Go ahead." I worshipped his cock (making sure that I was still at a good angle for my boyfriend to watch me suck off this stranger on our anniversary). The precum was salty, but delicious. I think maybe the betrayal and lying added to the flavor. After getting our visitor's cock nice and erect at a meaty 8", I made sure to build up a good wad of precum and saliva in my mouth. "Wait here," I was able to gurgle out, while I moved back to my boyfriend who grew tired of resisting. He looked up at me with pleading eyes. Oh how I would love this. I drooled out the mixture of cum and saliva over his eyes, acting as a liquid blindfold. I moved down to his ears and said, "HIs cock is massive baby. If you want to enjoy this as much as I am, you're gonna need to be a little popper whore for me okay? I love you much baby. Now take deep hits." I flipped him on his stomach, still spread eagle, and held up a bottle to his nose. He could only sob and take as many hits as I forced him. With that, the popper rush took over and with some difficulty, he was pounded for a good hour by the bull until his cunt was creamed. I thanked the bull for his time and massaged by boy's used hole with my fingers. "You did great baby, now only a few more hours to go." My boyfriend raised his head to look at me with glossy, poppered eyes and laid it back down to rest. In that moment, I knew he gave up. And how did the night end? I ended up having to moderate and hold his poor head up for poppers every few minutes in order to keep him relaxed. Poor boy seemed like he was beginning to get sore after the 3rd anonymous cock flooded his cunt. "You're doing great baby this is so hot. I love this anniversary present." I kissed his ball gag which was covered in his saliva and tears from all the crying and popper gooning. He had a long night ahead of him. At least another dozen loads until his mind was broken and I could enjoy fucking his sloppy pussy myself. Love you baby.

Neal was 18, it was the summer before he started his senior year. He got a job as a busboy to make money, also to hopefully satisfy his curiosity about his sexuality. Ever since puberty hes been increasingly curious about sex w guys n maybe hell meet some working. His first day jim trained him, he was gay acting n checking neal out. He wasnt the only possibility, there was Erik n Jon his roomies. They kept talking about how cute some guys were n what theyd do to them. They talked about this bicurious high schooler they got high af, seduced n 3wayed him now hes a slut for dick. Neal hung around them listening to how there's 6 gays here n hed better watch it cuz they all wanted him. They noticed how he listened to their stories, smiled when they said there's 6 gays here n then started rubbing their cocks against his ass n he pushed back. He got worse n worse as time went on n all six of them were going to a party at Jim's house n asked him to go. Thinking of that other high schooler getting converted to a hopeless cock starved cumdump faggot had him worked up. After work all 7 men went to Jim's, it got hotter n heavier. They smoked meth n that's all it took for shy neal to become a horny, bi curious virgin at a party w 6 gay men drooling over him. So neal, got a question we are dying to know: we think u might be turned on by our behavior n stories, u curious? By now he was super spun n horny af n kept wanting to be that other teen they converted. Mmmmm God, y'all have all been flirting n hitting on me n talking dirty to me. I cant take anymore, I think I'm gay, prove me right boys, take me n make me positive I am!

Pretty much how I do it. My cumdump persona is entirely separate from my personal and professional self, too. Different name, different email address, different mobile number. As much as I can, I try to speak and act like a different person when in my cumdump mode, and I try to consistently stick to that persona. I don't give any professional details to people I hook up with, even something as generic as what I do for a living. Also, I have stopped talking about my exploits to my colleagues and friends, which was not the case when I was much younger.

There won't be an IML this year. There wont be anything this year. Civilization has fallen.

I’ve worked for RawFuckClub and a bunch of European studios

Raw sex is natural. It feels better.

*This is my first attempt at writing on this site, and work in progress. After years of wanking I figured I may as well be creative too. Any similarities to actual people or events is entirely fictional.* My name is Josh, and this is the story of how I became Pup Maximus: a journey I’d always been on the road towards it seems since I was first introduced to kink many years ago, and which culminated in an unforgettable night that changed my life. Growing up I’d always been fortunate to be in an understanding family. We ate reasonably healthy at most meals, playing outdoors with other children was encouraged, and a moderately physical regimen of soccer and cross country in high school and college meant as an adult I’d adopted a lean, muscular physique. At 24, I’d graduated late from the university with an engineering degree and started a new job, spending much of my free time at the gym keeping up old habits and slowly branching out socially at work and in the local gay scene. I was wrapping up my gym routine on a Tuesday afternoon after work, finishing a 4-mile run on the treadmill when my phone beeped through my headphones to indicate I’d received a new text message. As I stopped the machine and finished wiping it down, I opened my phone to read the message as I walked to the locker room to shower. My buddy Bryan, a fellow kinkster and pup had messaged me, there was going to be a pup party with several handlers and masters this Saturday – was I going? I felt a reflexive thickening in my workout shorts as I finished reading the message as my cock responded to the animal instincts my pup side loved to revel in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I opened my locker and disrobed, grabbing my towel and headed for the shower, pausing as we all do to admire the work years of effort had wrought in the mirror. At 6 foot even, I was 185 lbs of lean muscle, my white skin saw the sun when I ran outside but little otherwise. Appreciably sized arms and shoulders gave way to a mostly firm chest covered in a soft layer of brown fur, which trailed down my abs towards my cock, which sat in stark contrast to my thick bush. My hazel eyes glanced at my scruffy face. In a weeks time it might be a more presentable beard, but for now it was that slightly scraggly in-between, I made a mental note to clean it up a bit before this weekend. Admiring my firm ass for a moment I reached down and gave my cock a playful tug, savoring the momentary absence of other men in the locker room to pleasure myself. As I pulled the foreskin back across the head of my cock I felt it began to thicken and swell in response, my limp 5 inch cock slowly beginning its journey to it’s full 7 and a half inch erect size. I stepped away from the mirror into the shower and stroked under the water for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations in the post endorphin high from working out, thinking on Bryan’s text message. All of Bryan’s pup events he attended were always fun, and I’d become more comfortable with each passing one with being a pup, losing myself in the escape of it all, that unbound freedom to just be who I really was without needing to meet any of societies choking expectations, just cavorting away with my fellow animal minded men, thrusting into and being thrust into with them. I finished my shower, toweling off carefully to avoid spurring a repeated erect amid the locker room’s attendees, and as I got dressed I messaged Bryan back - I was up for going. We exchanged a few other texts: time, place, gear, expectations. I spent much of the rest of the week preparing for the event, trimming down the forest of my pubes to something more presentable, and trimmed the slowly forming beard so that it was cleanly defined. Bryan’s instructions had mentioned that there were to be strict rules regarding play at the party, pups were expected to serve the master that chose them for play and were asked not to cum for as long as possible before arriving. By Saturday evening I had a steady stream of precum leaking from my cock as I laid out my clothing for the night: a black and red pup hood, matching colored harness, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers. Red was always a power color for me, one that matched my sexual energy and aggression, on both sides of the equation. Donning my gear I stared in the mirror at the otter pup before me and felt my cock start to rise in my jock, my precum staining the fabric. Doffing my hood, I placed it into a backpack and donned jeans and a light jacket over my gear, then packed a few bottles of water, lube, condoms, and fresh poppers in my bag. Taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves, I locked my apartment and went to meet up with Bryan and attend the nights festivities. A brief subway hop took me to Bryan’s apartment, where his smiling face greeted me at the door as we shared a brief kiss as hello. Bryan is kind of my opposite, 6’3”, bearded but otherwise hairless, honey-brown skin, and a whopping 225lbs last he’d checked of burgeoning muscle. Just watching him pick up a glass of water and hand it to me memorized my eyes by the play of muscle under the skin. “Oye, pay attention damnit.” He said, laughing as he waved the glass of water in front of my face. I laughed nervously, taking the glass from him and taking a drink to pause and collect my thoughts before apologizing. “Sorry man, but you know what it’s like when you’ve not gotten one off in a few days. Everything becomes distracting.” That elicited a laugh from him before he exited to the bedroom to get dressed for the evening. I followed, laying on the bed as he stripped and exposed his muscular ass to me and his limp, seven inch cut cock. My own member stirred in my jock as I remembered the first time I’d felt his full 9 inches burrow deep inside me, the first time I’d ever been barebacked as a pup. We’d become best friends it seemed like ever since. Finishing his own prep, Bryan was the green to my red, a color that while I had no affinity for, was nonetheless calming in it’s shade, helping make the giant man he was something less intimidating. He growled at me playfully, cock rising steadily, and I gave him a questioning look. “It’s been a few weeks Josh, let me help you warm up for the evening.” Bryan moved purposefully towards me, flipping me over onto my stomach and tossed me my hood from my bag. Putting it on as he pulled down my jeans, I took a hit of poppers from the bottle on his nightstand and sighed as the world outside fell away and only my inner animal was allowed to remain. His wet tongue was at my hole first, slowly probing the entrance to my love canal while his strong hands kneaded my furry buns. A minute of this had his spit dripping down my taint and onto my balls, soaking the fabric with more than just my precum. He withdrew behind me and stood up and I felt the hefty slap of his swollen manhood against my hole. While not as thick as I was, nine inches is nine inches, and he waited patiently as I took a double hit of poppers before feeling him begin to work his way inside me. Steady pressure at first, as my body and mind fought with each other until with a gasp and stretch, I felt him move inside me, the head of his raw cock pushing into my ass as it had so many times before. A low, animal whimper and moan escaped my mouth as he slowly sank his shaft into my hungry hole. I grunted at the initial discomfort as he pushed past my second ring and came home, resting deep inside me, with his balls against my hole. I could feel him throbbing, fighting back the urge to cum, and I squeezed my ass around his shaft playfully, knowing even still his precum was leaking into me. “Hey that’s no fair Josh, I can’t cum either yet damnit.” Bryan gave a few gentle thrusts back and forth before withdrawing, leaving my empty, but desperately hungry inside. I flipped over, looking again at him with questioning eyes. “Well if you can’t finish what you started then when start pressing my buttons ya beautiful mutt?” While expressions are hard to tell beyond the cock of a head in a hood, I could tell he was grinning slightly, which gave way to a sheepish smile as he took off and packed his hood. “Well I wanted to see how deeply you prepared for one…and I always love spending time in you. You know that Josh, right? Tonight we wont get to play together but I wanted to have just a taste anyway.” I pulled off my own hood, packing it away as I pulled my jeans up and gave him a kiss. We’d decided long ago that a relationship wasn’t for us, but we still had moments like these that always seemed to give us both an awkward pause. “Anyway” he continued, “my understanding is that Masters are going to pick pups for the evening. Are you excited?” “I am” I replied, “though I’d be lying if I wasn’t slightly hesitant about taking orders from someone I don’t know. Are they all new, or some regulars?” “A mix I think, I know Dan and Patrick will be there” he responded. Dan and Patrick were friends we’d know for 5 months, a couple that enjoyed playing with others in and out of kink, but always topped. As we locked up his apartment and set out for our destination for the evening, I shivered slightly from the low seventies temperature outside and the excitement within me. Another subway hop and a brief walk brought us to a dimly lit, four story townhouse in what looked to be a nicer neighborhood, which caused me to relax slightly. A knock on the door of the residence left us waiting a minute before the door opened, revealing what was undoubtedly a Master. Leather clad head to toe was a man of Bryan’s stature, with a sizable bulge resting in his crotch. Likely Italian or Greek descent I thought to myself, with thick fur poking out from the top of his shirt and melting into a well groomed but equally thick beard, and deep brown eyes. We checked in politely with him, Bryan offering our names to be checked off, before we were invited to proceed inside, with instructions to head to the first room and get prepared. We did as ordered, entering the front room with curtain drawn and only a few candles for illumination. We disrobed from out street wear, tossing them into our bags, and I put a bottle of poppers on a chain around my neck as we donned our hoods. Thus in uniform, we reemerged to the main hallway to find our door greet and presumed host waiting. After a nod of approval, he motioned us to follow, leading us upstairs to a large loft area with several other individuals already present. Couches had been arrayed to face a series of five standalone circular ottomans, with several other Masters and handlers on the couches facing three other pups on all fours. “Red, you take the one on the end, green, take the other one.” Our hosts voice was deep, calm, self-assured, and above all else, commanding. The kind of voice that you found yourself agreeing with unconsciously, that never needed to yell or shout to get it’s point across. By the time I realized I’d registered what he’d said, Bryan and I were on all fours, waiting patiently. Our host walked to the middle of the room, taking a moment to ensure all eyes and ears were focused on him before he spoke again. “I am Master Marcus. Welcome to my home handlers, fellow Masters and Sirs, and of course, precious pups. Tonight is a night of exploration, where we each find one another and test the limits of what we are capable of. Pups, all we ask is you trust your superiors, and to obey without question. If you cannot do that, I invite you to gather your things and to leave now.” A pause hung in the air, a formal not of finality. After a few second, it seemed to pass and looks of approval seemed to register within the faces on the couches. Master Marcus snapped a finger and a handler came over with a small basket, which he began foraging around in. After a moment, he withdrew a strip of paper and stared at me. “It seems my boy, you and I will have the pleasure of one another’s company tonight.” Inside my jock, my cock began to leak again.

I prefer a balls deep breeding. If My Top wants to do it, then I usually can feel the base of his cock pulsing with each spurt.

straight guys have always used me cause they know I am super easy and don't need anything in return for deepthroating their cock like a champ or bending over and letting them bareback my girly ass whenever and wherever they want it

This is horrifying. I have a certain amount of concern for myself from COVID-19. I do not care to die. I have much more concern for other people, especially people who fall into different risk groups. Many of my regular partners are undetectable guys, people whose medical status leaves them relatively vulnerable. (Many of these are also relatively older, too; some have had other medical conditions, too.) The idea of doing something that might not only hurt me, but might do much worse to people I care particularly about, horrifies me. I have no desire to have high-risk encounters that could hurt other people, never mind kill them. It probably need not be stated, of course, that it would not only be people you would fuck with that would be at risk.

Part3 Joey was in the Uber on the way to have his cherry popped by a stranger. The pills have begun to bring him to the point of blackout and he began slurring his words to the uber. He looked at his phone and saw that drugdaddyraw had sent him a picture of 4 hard cocks of varying size with the words “see you soon slut. The uber then asked him what he was doing going out so late at night, Joey told him exactly where he was going. The pills were making him feel really confident. The uber pulled up to drugdaddy’s address told Joey “get the fuck out faggot.” Joey complied, and walked up the steps towards a very big home. He had no second thoughts as he had already essentially roofied himself. On the door there was a sign that read “door unlocked, step in, lock it behind you and strip. There is a blind fold on the coat rack, put it on.” Joey stepped in and did what drugdaddy instructed him too. He heard camera clicks and then heard the voice of an older man say “ Good, you arrived. You are now mine to use and abuse as I see fit tonight. you will consent to this now or you can leave and I will send these photos to everyone on your Facebook, Instagram and your family. I can promise you immense pain and pleasure, as well as sexual freedom, if you say yes. What is your answer?” In his daze, Joey said “yes” without hesitation. Drugdaddy then said “My name is Markus, but you will call me master or daddy. Anyone I have you serve will be referred to as sir. Your name doesn’t matter, you will be referred to as Hole, slut, whore, bottom bitch, cumdump or whatever other degrading term is deemed fit for you. Do you understand?” As if it was reflexive, Joey said “yes master.” Markus then told Joey to get to his knees, and take the mask off. Joey complied immediately. Markus told him “look at my cock faggot. Your hole is going to be opened wide tonight bitch. This 10 inch dick is going to drop a 7 day load in your raw hole. Are you ready? Because I don’t care if you are, I’m fucking you, my friends are fucking you and then I’m pimping your hole out to strangers. Before we start, what drugs have you taken and want to take?” Joey answered 75mg of temazepam, 2 shots of whiskey, a beer and some weed daddy. I want to take anything you give me. I would love to take some MDMA though.” Markus realized that Joey was at his complete mercy at this point and texted his friend in the other room to send out a gangbang ad and bring in the molly. Markus introduces his friend as Jay. Jay was probably in his 40s and thin but muscular. He then takes 200mgs of the molly and fed it to Joey. Joey said”thank you sir.” Jay told him he was welcome and began unzipping his pants. Markus told Joey “suck his fucking cock, your going to need his load to lube my cock up. I’m going to taste your hole now.” Markus positioned Joey on his hands and knees on the couch and began to eat Joey’s ass. Joey went down on Jay for about 15 minutes before Jay pulled out and blew his load in a cup and handed it to Markus. Markus asked “Joey, are you ready? You still have the option to back out but once this cock is in your ass, you are mine. If you ask to leave afterwards, you will just be gagged and fully restrained.” Joey said he is ready. With that Markus put half of Jay’s load in a syringe that also had some dissolved mdma in it. He inserted it into Joey’s ass and plunged it, “How does it feel to have your first load of cum up there slut?” Joey was beginning to feel the first mdma dose on top of his pills and just slurred “yes master”. Markus laughed, lubed his cock with the rest of Jay’s load, positioned his cock at Joey’s cherry hole and motioned something to Jay. Jay then put poppers under Joey’s nose and told him to inhale. As Joey breathed in his first hit of poppers, he also received his first (raw) cock. Markus told him he did so well that he would treat Joey to a slow deep fucking until he was ready to cum. Markus worked the full length of his cock into Joey and began slowly thrusting. Joey’s screams had to be muffled with a ball gag. Shortly the screams became moans and the gag came off. Markus picked up his pace and whispered in Joey’s ear “Jay’s load May have been your first load, but mine will be your first poz load. We never talked about std’s, and your a bottom bitch so I figured you don’t care.” Because the MDMA, Joey was alert enough to be worried about what was just told to him but too inebriated to do anything but accept it. Joey realized this and just told Markus “don’t stop daddy, I asked for this, blow your load in my no longer virgin ass.” As he said that Markus thrusted as deep as he can and groaned. Joey felt a pulsating feeling in his ass and when Markus pulled out his ass felt wet and empty. Markus came over, told him “good job” and then had him suck him clean. He offered Joey water and weed, and then said “you did good for your first cocks, next round will a lot more. Relax for awhile, your next round starts in 30 minutes once they get here. We will be going to my dungeon for the rest of the time” Joey was a sloppy mess but said “ yes master.” Markus then took Joey to the bath and said “relax in here slut, I need to fucking piss.”

just had a couple men take turns breeding me in their apartment, giving me 3 loads each in about 2 hours. I was dressed in the sexiest little schoolgirl outfit with a red plaid miniskirt and a croptop dress shirt, black wig and thigh high stockings.when I left I had so much cum in me that my tiny lace peach panties got soaked and I had a trickle of cum dripping down my right leg. l made a stop at a regular breeders apartment on the way home so he could eat my cumsloppy pussy then dump his load in me. He said one of the most romantic phrases a cumdump can hear "Take my load you fucking whore"

CTI-3 Meeting the Doctor I stood there for a moment trying to process what they fuck just happened, but I that was interrupted by a man in a white jacket coming in. He was a hot looking muscle daddy, grey hair at the temples, salt and pepper goatee and a hot muscled body. I looked at his crotch and he had a thick tube heading down his left leg. “Good afternoon young man. I’m Dr. Hazzard and I will be in charge of your treatment. I have read your case file and I see some very promising things in there” I just stood there silent. “I observed your first treatment and I have to say I am impressed with your quick response” “I though I was here to get rid of these urges?” “Young man, we use unconventional treatments to help with the urges. You will never get rid of them, but will be treated to be free when those urges happen” Again I was silent. “I noticed you checking me out when I came into your room. Your eyes gave you away. Your focus was at my crotch almost instantly” I swallowed. “You are a cock whore, I can tell, yes?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Yes?” He asked again “Yes” I replied. “Good. Now get on the bed, on your back and lift your legs up in the air. Expose your hole to me” As if almost hypnotized I did as the doctor instructed. He stepped closer and reached out, running his fingers around my hole. “I know you have had cucumbers up there as well as our fuck machine’s smooth rocket but have you had a real cock in there” “No sir” “That will change, soon!” “Orderlies” The two musclemen entered the rooms and without any other instructions, each grabbed an ankle and pulled my legs apart, wide apart. I watched between my legs as he unzipped his pants. His hand reached into the open zipper and pulled out his massive cock. It was already growing, it was thickening as it got longer. I could see the Doctor stroking it, pulling back the skin covering the head. “It’s time for both your cherries to be taken, your virgin hole and taking his first poz load” I could feel the doctor rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Teasing my hole. The orderlies were watching intently. Without warning the doctor pushed his thick cock into my hole, which resisted at first but quickly opened and allowed it to penetrate deep. The pain was intense. I started to breathe heavily and sweat. “Take the pain!” the doctor said. His cock stretched my hole, as the pain slowly subsided and pleasure replaced it. He pushed all the way in and slowly began to fuck me. I went to grab my hard cock and tried to stroke it by the doctor pushed it way. “You’re a bottom, your pleasure comes from your hole, not your cock. It is useless” His cock was pumping my hole at a steady pace. The pleasure was something I had never experienced, rippling through my body. “Squeeze your hole around my cock” the doctor said, “use your hole to pleasure the man in you, enhance his pleasure” I tightened my hole, squeezing then releasing over and over. I looked into his eyes as I did, trying to see if he liked it but his expression did not change, but I didn’t stop. “What do you want” he asked “I want your poz load, your disease” I replied repeating what I had heard from the video. He quickened his fucking of my hole. I could feel his pants rubbing against me as he thrusted all the way in. His cock was getting harder as he did it. “You must be sure this is the path you want to take,” “It is, I want to be free” He pumped harder and faster. His breathing had increased as he fucked me. “I’m going to inject you with your first exposure to HIV. This will be repeated multiple times a day until you convert” He pulled his cock out and rammed it all the way in. I felt his cock pulse and my inside was flooded by a hot fluid. His cock jumped hard as his cum shot out of his cock and into my hole. “Milk my cock” he said I squeezed as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and my hole gaping. Something inside me wanted to be filled up again. The orderlies released my legs and left my room. “Rest up” the doctor said, “Tomorrow you have your first group therapy session” As he said this, his cock was slowly sliding out of my hole. I could feel it fall free and I reached down and ran my fingers around my opened, wet hole. I moaned as I felt it. I watched as the doctor tucked his cock back into his pants and zip up. “No jacking your cock tonight or pleasuring your hole” he said, “sleep” As he was shutting the door he said: “We will be watching”

At February Cumunion party I took 8 loads in my poz ass and the last guy who fucked me loaded my cunt with his piss. I’m hoping some of the cum loads absorbed in me before his piss douche flushed them all out.

but you could so easily have a hotter part 2, or something along those lines. that story is too hot to not continue....

This is really your brother? He has quite the imagination!

My favorite belonged a friend from over 20 years ago. We met at an airport. We were both traveling to the same convention and he was with someone I already knew from the last one who introduced us. Was immediately attracted but took me 2 years before anything happened. He had the greatest cock, thicker in the middle than at the base. Also one of the biggest. 10.5 inches on a 5 ft. 6 in 150 pound blonde haired hairy chested blue eyed beautiful man. God I loved him. I would have married him if it had been legal in those days. Not that I think he would have been agreeable. He died years ago. I had not seen him in years before that, his choice, not mine. I cried in the shower ever day for months after that. Because that was the only place I would let myself.

My last load was my own💯 based on an update from a summer fuck. I got an email from a bear couple I bred over the summer while camping. We had versatile safe fun all together, but I managed to raw bone each of them separately when the other one was away or sleeping. Anyways, email stated they were notifying anyone they had sex with to get checked, as they both had tested positive. It went on to say they're doing great, but wanted to let everyone know to get tested if they hadn't already. 😈 I replied back that I was just fine and not to worry about me. Said I looked forward to seeing them next summer. I hit send then went and jerked out a load.

Part 3 - Eddie The Photographer I was getting real good at this flying stuff and for the first time I was recognised on the flight by the one of the flight attendants, initially I thought the it was due to the modelling until he said it was a pleasure to welcome me back on board. I then remembered seeing him on my last flight, not that I paid much attention to anyone and I thought it was quite normal, you know when you took your seat and other passengers looked as you as they boarded. I didn't know if it was a game of trying to suss out your fellow passengers, strangely I found on this flight I started playing that game and watching the characters boarding the flight struggling with their carry on items. It was quite an amusing game to play and passed the time during the boarding process. I guess the worst part was the three hours sitting their watching the seat in front you, I had my music so it wouldn't be that bad and I didn't have to try and feign interest in the person seated next to me. The last stragglers rushed on board almost laughing that they were last despite there still being several minutes before we were scheduled to depart the gate. Now I never flirted or did anything to call myself out you understand, but he did keep catching my eye, I was seated in row 7 which was 3 rows behind first class and in a aisle seat. His name was Mike and really the opposite of what you expect in a flight attendant, I mean come on, you see them floating through the terminal wheeling their little suitcases behind them. He was much like me a very grounded lad from Texas who showed no feminine traits but clearly his ball was in my court. The more I thought about him the more I remembered him, he always stood at the door during the boarding process and served in first class. A privilege reserved only for the cabin manager, that's what this airline called them. When flow of passengers boarding had gaps he glanced several times in my direction, how do I know that?. Okay I was maybe watching him a little in secret, I thought I was being covert but I was busted over and over as he seemed to be looking at me every time I looked. I could have sworn he even smiled a couple of times when he looked away. Well admittedly he was very nice to look at. Definitely in his mid 20's, striking ice blue eyes that contrasted against his brownish hair that was cut in very much the same fashion as mine, you know short on the sides and longer on top. Other than that he was a standard build and my height. I watched him effortlessly close the aircraft door and start talking to the passengers going through the safety demo. Instead of paying attention to the attendant in front I was more focused on Mike as he went through the his lines without faltering and a little humour that people seemed to appreciate. I was looking at him and trying to put him off, it was a little game of cat and mouse but he looked straight back me trying not to blink and staring me out. I nearly got him but he knew his stuff, when he put the phone back in the cradle after finishing they performed the final cabin check. He leaned over me to make sure the person who had fallen asleep had their seat belt fastened, boy did he smell good I thought catching a whiff oh him leaning over me. "Is your seat belt fastened" he asked looking at me "I need to check it is secure". I lifted my arms up "Of course it is" I showed him. He reached down and pulled the strap tighter "There now your secure" he said quietly with a mischievous grin and carried on. I never saw him again until the curtain was drawn back in preparation for landing an deliberately I left the seat belt very loosely fastened. This time he pulled it slowly tighter and tighter until I grabbed his hand giggling unable to move. 'Thank you for flying with us' he said to me smiling as I disembarked, like the idiot I am I just giggled and hurried off the plane and met my driver who was holding the same 'Tom From Texas', he knew me by know but even he found it funny holding that sign up. After checking in to my hotel I went down to the gym and worked out for an hour and had a good nights sleep. The car arrived at 9am, still dressed like a normal person in t-shirt and shorts I came out of the elevator doors and saw Steve who took me to a fitting room for a suit as they wanted to try something different. Patricia came in to the studio just as I was being ushered in by Steve and she stopped twirling me around and nodding her approval, I felt like a dogs dinner dressed up like this and way out of my comfort zone for clothing, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was amazed how good I really looked dressed like this. Eddie walked in to the studio with a coffee and just glanced failing to recognise me at first then nearly tripping over when it finally clicked. He smiled and shook his head in bewilderment. When Eddie called he was ready I walked over standing in front of him "Hell you look amazing" he said. "I feel amazing" I replied giving him a cheeky grin which didn't go unnoticed by him. Eddie smiled "That I bet you do" he said winking at me. I blushed and Eddie stood there looking at me "Sorry" I said but he just smiled even wider and waited patiently. Patricia came back in during the shoot and took her time looking over the photos "Brilliant" she said smiling. I looked over "Can I have a look?" I asked from across the studio. She looked up "Of course you can, come over" she replied. Even I was shocked trying to comprehend that I was looking at me "God is that really me?". Patricia laughed "It is Tom, can you see why I approached you at the pool now?" she asked. I nodded "Can I have one?" I asked looking at her "I think my family would like to see one". "Yes, you like this one?" she asked me and I nodded "Eddie can you print this one off please" she called out. Eddie walked over and stood behind me feeling his presence "Okay, nice choice Tom" he said patting my shoulder. Eddie went outside the studio "I don't get what you have done to him" Patricia said to me. "To who?" I asked looking confused. "Eddie" she replied "he seems to really enjoy shooting you and shows a lot of patience. Unheard of". I looked at her "I don't know I just asked him to take it easy with me". Patricia laughed "I just wish I could take what you have and give to the others, make my life easier" she smiled. The rest of the afternoon I hung out watching some of the other models and cringed a little when Eddie lost it with one of the male models exasperated with him 'why can't you be like Tom. Take a break' he said putting his camera down and walking out of the studio. Patricia just looked up and told the model to pull himself together, the model Eric shot me a glance like he wanted to kill me muttering under his breath as he walked past 'fucking amateur'. Patricia hearing what he said ripped him to shreds and sent him away to cool down with a warning that if he did that again he was out. Now I was beginning to understand a little more about these models and how uptight they were, cocooned in their own little world. I called it a day not wanting to see anymore of this or him, Steve stopped and saw me about to leave and invited me out for a coffee which turned in dinner. I tried to evade the subject about my sexuality by subtly changing the conversation. Steve chuckled and eventually let it drop but he knew, his gaydar was pretty tuned in "I like you Tom, hope we can be friends" he said. "I guess that would be acceptable" I replied laughing "seriously I would like that". Steve became a friend who I could talk to in LA and be open with in time. For now it was nice just to have someone here who I could hang out with. The following day I met Steve first thing in the morning for a coffee, when we got to the office we could hear Patricia on the phone in her office then swearing and coming out in to the reception. "Steve, Jacob is flying in tonight he is coming to see me tomorrow" she said looking agitated. Steve nodded "Okay is there anything I can do?" he asked. She shook her head "Just get ready he didn't sound happy. God that's the last thing I need" she zoomed off. I looked at Steve "What was all that about?" I asked unsure if he would tell me. "Jacob is one of the top designers. Usually means shit storm if he is flying in" he said picking up the phone. Everything seemed like a drama and Patricia was running around like a headless chicken for most of the morning piling boxes of underwear ranges in the studio that she wanted me to wear. She gave instruction to Steve and left the office for the day with her busy schedule of meetings. "Where is The Model Called Tom" Steve joked walking in to the studio "this set first" he said handing me boxes. Eddie came over to have a look "Nice" he said then looked at me "get changed Tom from Texas" he chuckled. "Haven't you heard Eddie, he is now The Model Called Tom" Steve said laughing holding the briefs up. Steve stayed around for the morning and brought me lunch in, we sat in the corner of the studio on the floor. Eddie walked in a couple of times downloading photos then reappeared and stood looking at us tapping his watch. I stood up and changed in to some other underwear whilst Steve went off to do some work for Patricia. We were only halfway through the afternoon shoot when Eddie said for me to take a break and handed me a bottle of water. "So The Model Called Tom is it now?" he said swigging his water. I sat on the floor "Steve's new nickname for me" I replied grabbing an apple. Eddie sat down on the floor next to me leaning against the wall "I like shooting you naked". I looked at him "That's very random" I said biting my apple. He looked at me and laughed "Sorry, I just think your body is amazing". "Not half as amazing as yours" I said without thinking. Eddie drank some more water "Are you flirting with me?" he asked bumping my shoulder grinning. I stood up feeling way to horny "Now why would I want to flirt with you. Come on time is money" I said to him. Eddie laughed and stood up "Cheeky little thing aren't you" he said picking up his camera. I put on the new briefs and walked out "Are you complaining?" I said walking past looking at him over my shoulder. Eddie stood there shaking his head smiling "No but I can make you complain in many other ways". I stood there embarrassed knowing he was referring to sex "Not if you take that long to get ready" I grinned. Eddie laughed and we got down to business and worked solidly for the last 2 hours. When he was happy that we had got everything needed he signalled job done. I went behind the screen to get changed, sitting in the chair trying to get my laces tied up on my trainers I knew Eddie was standing there. "I have to admit you make my job easy" Eddie said leaning against the wall. I looked up and smiled "I like working with you and thank you for being nice to me". Eddie chuckled "I wasn't joking about shooting you naked, it's a pleasure to do". I blushed fumbling around with the laces "I wasn't naked though, almost but not quite" I quietly replied. "Fuck you drive me insane Tom" Eddie shook his head "If you were gay I would do you" he turned to leave. I paused for a moment, I had to say it "I am" I said surprising myself still looking down at my trainers. Eddie stopped and turned to me "Did you just come out to me?" he asked looking amused. I stood up hesitating unsure what to say, then slowly I nodded "Suppose I did, or maybe I was testing you" thinking I could back track quickly. You could say I was a walking body of deprived sexual contact and I knew if anyone was going to be my first I wanted it to be Eddie. But he stood looking at me trying to work out if I was joking. Bravely I took steps that would open my world up and walked towards him, I had to do this. What the fuck do I do I suddenly began to think standing inches from his face, without time to react Eddie kissed me and my lips just parted, his lips pressed firmly against mine and for several minutes, they were smooth unlike his stubble. It happened very quickly, the kissing moved in to a frenzy hungry for each other. He moved away and looked like he was having seconds thoughts, at that moment I was also unsure for a few fleeting seconds but my body couldn't resist the temptation in front of me. Our eyes locked on each other 'oh fuck' I said before finding my self latched on to his mouth again and held aloft in his muscular arms, we both collapsed on the floor giggling and still kissing, my arms like octopus tentacles roaming all over his body feeling all his muscles. I had no time to second guess or think what I was doing and so wrapped up in the moment and in his arms rolling around on the floor, we never heard the door to the studio opening. "Uhm, you car is here Tom" Steve said catching us both on the floor embroiled in a kiss. Eddie quickly stood up "Fuck" he said running his hands through his cropped hair. I don't know why but I burst out laughing "Oops" was all I said but Steve was giggling. "Don't worry I won't say anything, he turned to Eddie you know the rules" Steve said to him. "Rules?" I said looking at both of them. Steve nodded "Not in the building" he threw Eddie a key "use my apartment you got 4 hours and clean up after". I sat on the floor and looked at Eddie as Steve walked out laughing "I don't know Eddie" I said. He held out his hand and pulled me up "You weren't joking about it being your first time?" Eddie asked. He slipped his arm around my waist and I shook my head "No" I replied quietly blushing. Eddie took my hand again "I said I would go easy and I mean it" he said guiding me out of the studio. I allowed myself to be taken by him and before I knew it we were a few blocks away from my hotel at Steve's apartment, Eddie closed the front door. His hands touched me in a way I had never felt before, moving down my back lifting my shirt and touching my bare skin. I wanted this more than anything and allowed him to continue. Eddie pressed his lips against mine an kissed me softly as my hands fumbled unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it over his shoulders. I stopped at looked at the unbelievably ripped body adorned with tattoos, his dark cropped hair framing his face and golden brown eyes. My hand running up his chest and along his biceps down his arm until I met his hand and he held it, all the time he was looking in to my eyes. For the first time I stood naked in front of another naked guy in such closeness that my body was burning for his touch, my mouth readily accepting his and then his tongue touching mine. It was unlike our kissing in the studio, this was more intimate and very real, seductive and probing I tasted Eddie for the first time and lovingly kissed with him. My arms stopped moving and rested around his waist, his arm around my neck holding me close, the other around my back giving me a sense of security. I had no idea how long we stood and kissed, being so emotionally bound to each other, my eyelids fluttered and closed my body relaxing in to his. His tongue pulled back from my mouth and he stopped kissing me "Are you sure?" he asked. I looked him in the eye "I want to do this" I replied as he stroked my face "I just don't know how to". Our bodies were pressed together "Put your trust in me Tom, I won't do anything you don't want to". "Okay" I replied, still holding my hand he climbed on to he bed on his knees and coaxed me forward to join him. "Do you know if your top or bottom?" he asked me with his lips touching mine again. I was caught out and had no idea and looked down "How do I know?" I replied and Eddie chuckled. "So innocent Tom, I doesn't matter" he said pulling me close to him again "your body will tell you what it needs most". I nodded and took a moment to look at his body again, his cock looked pretty big and almost the same size as mine except his was slightly wider and marginally longer, both erect and my seven and half inches ready for action. Eddie's face was so close against mine when I raised my head, our noses touching briefly before he kissed me and whispered 'Trust me Tom' again I nodded. His mouth closed in on mine and this time I slipped my tongue in to his mouth causing him to moan and spontaneously wrapping his arms around my body. There was no rush and Eddie allowed me to explore his body, stroking the light hair covering on his forearms the smoothness of his chest and the dark hair the lightly adorning his abdomen trailing down to his cock. My hand felt it, it was rock hard but also kind of soft, my fingers exploring every inch as he moaned softly and smiled all the time his hand gently caressing and stroking my back. "Why me?" I suddenly asked looking him in the eye "I mean I don't have tattoos or big muscles". Eddie kissed me "You are unique in your own way Tom, tattoos and muscle are not everything" he said. I kissed his neck "Really I..." his mouth covered mine before I could ask another question. Eddie stopped then looked at me "You have many charming qualities, you are also incredibly sexy Tom, you just don't know it". Eddie pulled me forward and I collapsed on top of him driven wild by urges to sex the hell out of him. His mouth seeking mine slowly and kissed me several times on the mouth, each time my mouth opening wider until we became joined at the mouth his tongue dancing around with mine. We rolled on to our sides locked together, my leg distinctly moved and rested over his leg. It was as if he was finely tuned to my bodies yearnings. I realised when he stopped the intimate kiss and raised his head I was laying underneath him and he was between my legs. I smiled up at him "How did I end up under you?" I asked sounding perplexed. Eddie kissed me "Your bodies instinct guided us both" he smiled and ran his finger across my lips "Trust me". Eddie seemed very in tune with me and responded to my reactions tenderly kissing me as if to assure me I would be safe and enjoy this. I felt myself letting go feeling his lips pressing against mine again gradually easing them apart and his tongue slipping in to my mouth. Moaning from pleasure he caressed my ass whilst kissing me I was beginning to feel comfortable and it felt right. His mouth slowly began working it's way down my body tantalisingly biting my nipples, his tongue working over my smooth chest and abdomen until he reached my aching cock. Tenderly he kissed and licked the shaft of my cock in long strokes with his tongue before his lips surrounded the head. My eyes opened wide and I gasped at the sensation that shot through my body. I wanted to scream but instead I bit my lower lip trying to control myself, my legs shaking at each new sensation, my body finally waking accepting the true pleasure of sex. His mouth work down my leg giving my body chance to adjust and stop shaking, twisting my legs over finding myself laying on my stomach I raised my head off the bed moaning as he bit playfully on my ass cheeks. I let out a shocked gasp unprepared for what happened next, his tongue probed at my ass hole a most unusual sensation washed over my body feeling the wet warmth. I was not prepared for this didn't know how to react, the more his tongue worked on me I began to feel even more aroused as though my body was telling me egging me on. He was silent moving and kissing my lower back, my ass felt wet from all the saliva he had left behind. His whole body moved up positioning his legs in between mine keeping them apart, his hot breath and kissing at my neck so deliberately delivered caused all my barriers to fall down and I was putty in his hands. Eddie leaned forward "Do you have a condom?" he asked me. I turned my head "No, I.." I don't know why I hesitated but I looked at him as if my eyes could speak. "Do you want it bareback?" he asked returning my gaze and seeing a blank look he asked "sex without a condom?". I don't know why but I nodded "Can we try it?" he kissed me on the mouth. "You must tell me if you want me to pull out before I cum though" he said and I nodded. My body was to anxious for sex to worry about anything, he leaned forward kissing my face and turning my head towards him until our lips could meet again. The look he gave me and the smile on his face melted my heart, I was also aware that his cock was rubbing along my hole. He never said a word, he kissed me then raised his hips and pushed with just enough pressure to allow the head of his cock to force it's way inside. I struggled and cried out at the pain, my ass felt like it had been ripped open but he steadied himself holding the head of his cock just inside 'are you okay?' he asked me lovingly, I nodded 'it hurts a bit' I replied, he kissed me 'tell if it gets to much for you' he said kissing me again. I could feel his cock partly inside me as he gave very small nudges, not enough to see but enough to feel, tiny movements that penetrated me that little deeper each time. I moaned and stifled my cry each time slowly an immense pleasure began to surface mixing in with the pain. His arms moved up either side of my head as more of his body touched mine, my hands grabbed hold of his and he squeezed them tightly pushing his hips down with more force as I let more of him enter in to me. I tried to raise my head but his shoulder was so close to my body I could only lift it several inches off the bed 'fuck' I cried my head collapsing back on the bed breathing heavily and squeezing hard against his hands in a vain attempt to release the pressure and pain. I turned my head and kissed his cheek 'Do it' I pleaded and his mouth covered mine kissing me deeper and stifling my cry as more of his cock penetrated my body. Each time it was painful but less so. Eddie was driving me crazy and I had no handle on what was taking over my body, I wanted to touch him, wanted him to fuck me. His arm secured around my neck holding my tightly as he forced the rest of the cock deep inside me, his kissing continued I felt nothing by intense pleasure surrendering my body to him, my free hand now gripping the bed sheets as if I was going to fall off a cliff face. I could feel every movement his cock made inside my ass exaggerated by the small but firm thrusts his hips were making as he held me still and kissed my neck 'do you want me to stop?' he asked 'please no' I emphatically replied. The adrenaline in my body fighting off any pain completely as I felt the freedom of making love with him. The sensation of his body laying on top of my back, his groin embedded so tight against my ass. The tell tell signs of him fucking me was the movement his ass muscles made with his entire cock deep inside me, it felt amazing. I wanted to scream to the world that I was fucking queer and getting fucked by this muscle stud, but my brain was computing and trying to make sense of everything it was receiving from my body. Suddenly I cried out banging my legs against the bed like a child having a tantrum then silence and my body jolted underneath him. Eddie had some idea what had happened as he could feel my ass clenching tight around his cock and he stopped moving. Eddie stopped "Are you okay Tom, Tom" I could hear the concern in his voice. I raised me head and turned then apologised "I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it, it just happened". Eddie laughed and kissed me "Did you cum already" he asked. I nodded "I'm sorry" I apologised again. Eddie stroked my head "Do you want me stop?". "No, just lay here with me for a moment" I asked of him afraid he would end it now. Eddie smiled and began kissing me again as I continued to lay underneath impaled on his cock. It was a nice kind of dominance he had over me and I felt so much enjoyment as my body began to relax. He knew and took the cue letting my body respond to him this time my ass pushing up meeting his thrusts downwards. He would stop and we would kiss then begin again, repeating this over and over for half an hour. He kissed my neck rapidly 'oh Tom' he whispered in to my ear then grunted and pushed down harder clenching his buttocks his cock seemed to jump inside me before I felt a warming sensation somewhere deep inside my body, his cock twitching several times shooting more seed in to my body, I moaned in excited pleasure feeling a man orgasm just became very real. Gradually I began to feel his entire body weight pressing down on me as he relaxed and kissed my neck, in some way that turned me on even more. He continued to kiss my neck and mouth until he wriggled his ass and began withdrawing his softening cock. Eddie rolled on to his back, I felt unable to move unsure if this was a state of shock of just immense pleasure, I laid there looking at Eddie who looked shaking his head 'Fuck Tom that was incredible', he pulled me towards him and kissed me much deeper than before. I laid there in his arm, my leg across his legs and my arm resting on his chest my hand playing with his nipple. I now knew what gay was being about and my hesitations at last had been freed by him. Eddie jumped up to take a shower his body glistening from sweat. Steve opened the door making lots of noise and poked his head in after I called out to him "Well?" he asked. I smiled "Amazing" I replied "just amazing". Steve laughed "Was it you know your first time?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. Shyly I nodded and he patted me on the leg "Well you picked a good one" he giggled. "Sorry I made a bit of mess" I said standing up and putting clothes on. Steve stood up "I will help you clean up" he said as Eddie came out of the bathroom and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks Steve" he said. We cleaned and straightened the bed, it was still early so Eddie and I went off to grab some food then walked the few blocks to my hotel. I didn't really want Eddie to go so I invited him up to my room, he laughed and agreed but told me outright no more sex tonight as my ass is going to be sore tomorrow. We got in to my hotel room and straight away Eddie pulled me in to his arms and kissed me long and deep. "Anything else you would like to explore my sexy boy" he asked. I nervously giggled "Can I you know" I nodded down at his cock. He kissed me chuckling "You want to blow me?" he said kissing my neck. "Yeah" I replied squeezing his ass. We undressed quickly and kissed standing their naked again. This time he held my head in his hands and kissed me very sensually, his hands gradually moved to my shoulders and I felt him push me down gently forcing me to sink to my knees facing his erect cock. Raising a hand I held his cock admiring it for a few moments before I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling me towards it, Eddie looked down at me 'use your lips gently around the head' he began guiding me. To some relief as I wasn't sure where to start 'holy fuck' Eddie giving a sharp intake of his breath as my lips surrounded the head of his cock. Every so often he would pull my head forward slightly so I got more of his cock in my mouth 'use your tongue' he instructed in a wobbly voice. I could see he was struggling with something, little did I know that Eddie was trying not to cum through his own excitement and desire. As soon as my tongue swirled around the head of Eddie's cock his other hand clasped and held my head still, my eyes nearly bulged as my mouth filled with warm slightly acrid and salty tasting fluid, pulse after pulse filling my mouth, choking and accidentally swallowing some of it I ran to the bathroom and spat it out retching down the toilet. Eddie came in and made sure I was alright "Here drink some water" he handed me a glass. I sat on the bathroom floor taking the glass my yes watering "Thanks" I said and Eddie sat down beside me. "Enough experiences for one night I think Tom" he said holding my hand. I rested my head back against the tiled wall and looked at him "Does that mean your going?" I asked. Eddie put his arm around my shoulder "Well that depends if your throwing me out". "No" I quickly replied "I mean will you stay the night?" I asked nervously. "Of course, I am pleased you asked me to" he replied leaning over and kissing me. I looked up at the ceiling and burst out laughing "I guess blow jobs take some getting use to". Eddie laughed and stood up then heaved me in to his arms and carried me to the bedroom laying me down on the bed. He loved holding me close to him and I never left his arms all night, we slept cuddled together, he stroked my chest as I ran my hand along his arm squeezing his muscles. I could have laid there for eternity in his arms, his gentle caressing of my chest soon had me drifting off in to an amazing sleep. The chiming on my phone woke me from my sleep struggling at first I felt trapped then saw the tattoos on his arm and remembered I was in bed with Eddie. I silenced the alarm and twisted my body round but Eddie pulled me on top of him and kissed me ever so sweetly 'Morning sexy' he said continuing his small kisses against my lips. Eddie jumped in a taxi explaining it was better if we kept this to ourselves and Steve. I nodded agreeing with him, some things are best kept quiet and I wasn't really ready for the world to know my business. I would always be grateful to Eddie for giving me that one special night. That wasn't the end of Eddie though, one night was just not enough and as our friendship developed so did our sex, Eddie allowed me to explore with his body and try things. It was through the exploration that I got to know what he liked to do in bed, mostly fucking me in case you were wondering, but also and more importantly he allowed me to discover myself. He never pushed or demanded I do things I wasn't comfortable with. There were times when I wasn't up for exploring and just enjoyed getting laid by him. There was one thing Eddie told me that first night we were together that made so much sense 'You can truly only enjoy sex once you have mastered your own body and for that you need to start with exploration. Only then can your partner understand and pleasure you sexually'. I arrived at Manon International somewhat conscious that I wasn't walking weird as fuck my ass hurt, he certainly wasn't kidding but it made me laugh thinking maybe I should have started with something smaller, on the downside I wouldn't have seen the sexual side of Eddie. The fact that he was considerate and it wasn't all about him and what he wanted was quite a blessing, he let me go slowly, was very tender and patient with me. It was already hustle and bustle people running around frantically, doing what I have no idea, but it wasn't my drama then it dawned on me that some designer was making an appearance. Steve grinned at me from his desk "The Model Called Tom has arrived in the building" he stood up saluting me. "Behave" I said leaning over his desk poking him in the ribs. He leaned forward "Did you spend the night together?" he asked me. I smiled "Why would you think that?" I answered with a question. Steve chuckled "He was wearing the same clothes. I just gave him some clothes to change in to" he replied. "Lunchtime, lets grab something" I suggested to him "Really?" he smiled "That would be great, thanks Tom" he seemed genuinely surprised and happy. "Dude, you just used my real name" I laughed. "Don't get use to it, Studio A Tom" he said "oh and Patty is with Jacob already" Steve nodded to her office. Eddie shot me a smile and wink when I walked in to the studio. I changed behind the screen in the studio and could hear voices from a man who had entered the studio with Patricia, from what I could hear the guy didn't appear to be happy. Eddie popped his head around the screen 'come on bud we haven't got all day' he said to me as I finished buttoning the shorts up 't-shirt off sexy' he said quietly disappearing then reappearing poking his head around the screen 'fucking sexy' he mouthed and disappeared again round the other side.

I had a very intense sexual relationship with my dad for 19 years. He raised me and made me the pig I am today. Best time of my life

Part 4 The 4 men were spent. My throbbing hole oozed cum, and I just lay on the floor, my brain spinning in a million directions at once. I still felt shame at being raped by these 4 black men, but I also still craved more cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me, breeding me like a common bitch. I was so confused. Without a word Mr. Jackson approached me with something in his hand I had never seen. It was long like a big dick, and got wider near the end of it, really wide, then it suddenly narrowed and had a base on it. "Pull his legs up!" He told one of the men. My legs were quickly pulled over my head, exposing my dripping hole. Mr. Jackson started to push this thing into me, stretching my asslips further open until it reached a painful point, at which he stopped. Looking down, I could see some of it still sticking out of me. Mr. Jackson just stood up and lined his boot up with the end. Raising his leg, he kicked the end full force, ramming the rest of it all the way in me with one brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as I saw stars and almost passed out. Mr. Jackson just hit my shock collar and the men all laughed as I jerked around the floor, screaming and crying, pain engulphing my body from head to toe. Eventually it subsided a bit and the men grabbed me. One forced a ball into my mouth, buckeling it right around my head. Another grabbed my ankles, tightly wrapping rough rope around and around immobilizing my legs, and another grabbed my arms and did the same behind my back. Then I was picked up and placed into a leather body bag and zipped up tight. I could hear the men leaving as I was left bound in darkness. I have no idea how long I spent like this. I know it was hours. I had lost all sense of time. I tried not to think about the position I was in. Just yesterday I was happily at home with my family, and now I was literally a piece of fucked up property with no idea or even say about what was going to happen to me. My body ached. My jaw ached. And mostly my ass ached with what felt like a log jammed up there. My head spun, my heart raced, and I alternated between screaming and crying and praying into my gag, all while I sweated buckets. After who knows how many hours I spent like this, I suddenly felt myself being picked up and thrown over Mr. Jackson's shoulders. I was carried and dumped into the back of the truck, and felt it start to drive away from the cabin to God only knew where. We drove for what must have been a couple hours. I could tell we were back in the city by all the sounds around me, even though I was still in my dark cocoon. Eventually we stopped and Mr. Jackson got out of the cab and unzipped my sack. "Don't say a word slut!" He ordered me as he undid my gag and untied my arms and legs. "I told you I was your pimp now, and your about to make your first sale." I secretly wept a little inside as I realized I was really going to be made into a prostitute. Another step closer to the devil. He just attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the truck. Thankfully it was dark, so no one could really see me as I was led naked to the front door of a run down house. Mr. Jackson rang the bell and we were admitted inside. It was dimly lit but I could see several people. On the couch was a woman passed out while a guy was fucking her. In the corner sat a young shirtless guy pushing a needle into his arm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed the plunger. He was really skinny and sickley looking. Mr. Jackson just led me past these people into a back bedroom. There were two black men in there sitting on a dirty bed, passing a glass pipe between them. The larger of the two stood up and leered at me. "Dis the Jesus boy? Damn....mighty fine piece of white boy pussy!" He said handing Mr. Jackson a bag of powder. "His cunt nice and stretched?" "It needs a lot more stretching!" Mr. Jackson laughed pushing me face down onto the bed. "But it's got a good start!" With that he grabbed the huge plug in my ass and ripped it out hard. I howled as a new burning tore through my body yet I felt oddly empty. I wouldn't have to wait. Almost immediately a cock almost as huge as the plug slid deep up into me. My poor ass had no choice but to take him. The other guy held the pipe up to my mouth and told me to suck. Without hesitation I put my lips around it and inhaled my first ever hit. He made me hit it several times while the big guy kept fucking me. When the pipe was empty, he grabbed my thighs and started to pound me as hard as he could. His cock curved upward and relentlessly rammed a spot deep inside me that set me on fire. Soon I was moaning and grunting like a true whore, begging for it harder and harder. He gave me all he had, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, bending my body while he pummeled me. "Damn nice pussy! You found a good one here! It's almost a shame he's going to eventually be a worthless used up cumdump! Take it you little whore! You ain't nothin but a little meth whore! Take my cum you faggot!" He buried himself balls deep and unloaded his seed far into my guts. I just panted and moaned as I felt his cock throb. After he pulled out the other guy stuck his cock in me. He wasn't as big, but I didn't care. I just wanted him in me, fucking me, using my pussy as a cumdump. He rode me for a while before he too shot his load in my hungry pussy. When the men had finished, Mr. Jackson just pulled me off the bed and pushed me into the living room, past the boy in the corner and the passed out woman on the couch. The guy that had fucked her was long gone. "That will be you one day, Jesus boy. A fucked up, passed out hole for anyone to dump in." I shuddered a bit at the thought, as my dick got hard at the thought. Mr. Jackson just pushed me out the door and into the truck cab, pushing me onto the floor. I just lay there, my ass dripping fresh cum as we drove off to our next stop.

Ive got almost 8" but im a bttm. I *just* cant get into topping guys. Im bi, been married to women, dated women, enjoy fucking women. But when im w a guy, im uber submissive. Throw in pnp, its worse. Ive tried being vers, i just couldnt get in the mood to fuck a guy. I mean it does depend on chemistry w a guy, atleast for me. But really deep down, i know im just a hole for any number of tops, i know my place.

My straight roommate (who fucks me regularly) said it like this, "its so much easier to fuck a guy, you don't have to warm a guy up, a guy knows how to suck dick, a guy knows how to rim, a guy has a tighter hole than a chick, you can't get a guy pregnant, a guy can take it longer and harder than any chick, and a guy is always horny as fuck!" This was after he brought home a chick that he had to take to dinner first, watch a chick flick, wrap his dick in a condom prior to fucking her for 10 minutes in which she exclaimed that his dick was too thick and it was hurting her, he didn't even get off and spent 4+ hours and $60 for dinner. Completely frustrated he came into my room got an 30 minute blow job, got rimmed, then bred the hell outta me twice, the first time lasting over an hour....and it didn't cost him a thing and he got satisfaction.