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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.

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.

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.

Last night I was in a dark room bent over a bench getting fucked. This guy had a nice fat dick but he was using a condom. I was lubed up so it actually felt good. So a few minutes into fucking I decide to switch it up and turn around and get up on the bench on my back so he can fuck my missionary style. This is a risk because some guys don't like that and will leave, last few guys I have done this with have been cool and it turned into really hot fucks. So now I'm on my back and he's fucking me. After a few minutes I reach my right hand and feel for the condom. I take my index finger and start to roll it down a little. This is a risk too because some guys will leave or if they roll it back up and continue that is fine too. So I roll it down a little, with the fingers on my left hand while he is fucking me. Then I keep rolling it down a little more, so far so good, he's still fucking me slowly. Then I'm getting to the head and his dick head wasn't that big. The condom is basically hanging in his dick head near my hole. I take it off and guide his dick back into my hole. It was really hot. He didn't cum but it was a sexy fuck. One time as a top this guy wanted me to use a condom to fuck him. This was in a bathhouse in NYC. As I was fucking him the condom started to slip off so by the end I ended fucking him bareback.

Chapter 1 I’d recently graduated from college and had landed my first real job in a new city far far away from my family. I'd thought I'd have freedom in college but I ended up going to the same place that both my parents worked, a small religious college so I had to be really careful so nothing got back to then about their only son. A little about me. I'm about 5'5" pretty toned from all the swimming I do. I was naturally smooth which I hated because I wished I was hairy. I thought the hottest thing ever was a hairy older guy. I have light brown hair which I keep cut pretty short, bright blue eyes. Oh yeah and my penis was on the small side only about 3 inches when hard. So here I was finally on my own a 23 year old horny as fuck virgin with no clue how to change that. I'd been in the city for about a week and was settling in. My apartment, as sparse as it was, felt like home and so far I really liked my job. It was Saturday morning and I decided to go for a jog since I hadn't had time to find a pool yet. It was a warm day but I was wearing long shorts and a loose t-shirt. I was proud of my body but I'd always been taught to be modest and that showing to much skin was a bad thing. I had a good run and was sweating pretty good by the time I got back to my apartment building. It seemed like most of the residents of building were polite but kept to themselves, which worked for me I was definitely more on the shy side. The elevator doors were closing as I passed heading towards the stairs. I noticed there was someone inside but I didn't get a good look. Once I reached the third floor a turned to head to my apartment when this small dog came running up to me. "Hey boy, what are you doing out here by yourself?" I was on my knees petting the cute dog when I noticed a pair of shoes attached to some very hairy legs. My eyes scanned up to see the hottest man standing in front of me grinning from ear to ear. "Damn Buddy, I leave you alone for one minute and you find a cute guy to pet you." “Oh I don’t mind he’s adorable," I said as I was scratching him behind his ears. "Ahh yes you are." Wait what? "He likes you, son." I blushed as I looked up at him. "You here visiting someone? I know I haven't seen you around before." "Umm no sir, I just moved in last week. I'm in 3C." "Well 3C I'm Brad and you've met Buddy. We're in 3H just behind you," he said motioning just over my shoulder. I stood up and offered him my hand. "Nice to you meet you I'm Cody ." He firmly grasped my hand and holy fuck if my cock didn't start to grow. "Well Cody it's very nice to meet you. It'll be great having some young blood on this floor. All of your neighbors are old fucks like me." "It's alright, sir, I kind of like older men." Oh shit did I just say that out loud. He smiled and let go of my hand. "Hmm that's good to know, son. Well I should get Buddy his treat. Now remember if you need anything, son, I'm in 3H." "Thank you sir." He moved past me and patted me on the shoulder. I couldn't get to my apartment fast enough. The second I closed the door I dropped my shorts and started rubbing my hole. My little cock immediately began to shoot rope after rope of cum. Damn what the hell was wrong with me, the man barely touched me and I lost control. This was so wrong. A few hours later I was busy unpacking boxes when there was a knock at the door. I opened up and there stood my neighbor with biggest smile on his face. Okay so let me take a second here and discribe this man for you. He was 6'3" 200 lbs of muscle. Hazel eyes, dark brown hair, short on the sides and a little longer on top with a nice trimmed beard. He was wearing a tight tank top so I could see his perky nipples that appeared to be pierced. He had a big tattoo on his right shoulder that went partially down his arm. It was times like this I was really grateful for my small penis. I could feel it starting to get hard but thankfully it was hidden in my baggy shorts. "Hi Cody, sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you might help me out for a few minutes." His voice was so deep it made my chubby totally hard. What was happening to me? Why was this man making me so excited. "I'm rearranging some furniture and could use another pair of hands." My parents had always taught me to be respectful of my elders and help out where I could so I immediately agreed. As I followed him down the hall to his apartment, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscular back which lead to an amazing butt. I wondered what he'd look like naked. Oh man, what was wrong with me. One week away from home and I was having such wicked thoughts. Then again wasn't this why I moved so far away so that I could try to figure out who I was. I was so distracted in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Brad had stopped in front of his door and I ran right into him. "Oh man, I so sorry sir. I wasn't paying attention." He started chuckling, "it's okay son, I'm just wondering what's got you so distracted." I started blushing a deep red. "Damn son, you are so fucking cute." He put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze, wow he smelled good. "Come on, let's get inside.” "Wow, your apartment is nice. It's so big." He chuckled, "so you like them big?" "Umm, sorry I mean I'm just in a studio so I wasn't expecting the one bedrooms to be so much larger." I was turning even redder now. He must think I was such an idiot, of course the one bed rooms would be larger. Okay stop talking, move furniture, go back to my apartment and die of embarrassment. He flashed me his sexy smile that just seemed to melt me even more. "Seriously kid you are so damn cute. Okay so I just had my new TV mounted on the wall and I want to move the couch over there to the opposite wall. We each got on one side of the couch and presided to move it to the wall. "Wow that was surprisingly heavier than it looks," I said. "It's a hide-a-bed which makes it a lot heavier, but it's a really comfy couch so I can't bear to part with it." He sat down on the couch and patted next to him. "Have a seat and see for yourself." I cautiously sat down on the far side of the couch and sunk into the most comfortable couch I'd ever sat on. "Oh wow you weren't kidding." He smiled again. Damn him and those smiles. "So where'd you move from?" "Umm, a small town in Kansas." "So I imagine the city must be quite the change for you." "Yeah its amazing. There's so many guys here." He chuckled again. "So did you leave a girlfriend," he paused for a second before adding, "or boyfriend behind?" "Uhh, umm, no, no girlfriend." I looked up at him and then stuttered, "and umm no boyfriend either." His smile for even bigger. "A cute thing liked you won't be single for long here in the city." "You think I'm cute?" Oh my god I can't believe I just asked a man if he thought I was cute. This guy was seriously going to be the death of me. "Son, I think you're fucking adorable. Can I ask you a question, no judgment I promise." "Okay sure," I answered nervously. "Are you a virgin son?" Yep that's it, dying of embarrassment. "It's okay, I promise no judgment son." I looked up at him and saw his kind smile. "I've never been with anyone. My parents are very religious and don't believe in sex outside of marriage." "That's okay. Some people believe that and that's perfectly alright," he paused then added, "for them, but other people need sex, lots of sex and that's okay too." "Umm yeah well I've lived a pretty sheltered life." He smiled really big. "Well son, you're not in Kansas any more. You're free to be whatever you want to be. Did you date much back home?" "No sir. I wasn't really interested in dating any of the girls around me. I just concentrated on school." "Can I ask you another question son?" "Of course. Not sure I can embarrass myself much more now." He started laughing. "You're fine, everyone has to start somewhere. So Cody, are you gay?" I went bright red. "I umm, I umm, umm, think so sir." "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm gay. Would you like to kiss me son?" He placed his hand on my leg and I froze. I looked him in his eyes and my little penis was rock hard. I swallowed and shook my head yes. He leaned in and very gently started kissing me. Oh man I was in trouble.

Sexy you trash bin time to start taking pics of this schoolgirl outfit

of course. the men who use me aren't making love to me, they are fucking me and using my hole to get themselves off so why would they want to use a condom. at best they don't care if they infect me with anything and often WANT TO infect me with whatever they have just for fun. I know I'm trash, they know I'm trash, and they know I know I'm trash. faggots like me exist to take loads

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.

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Evaluate whether it's tenable - if you're a public face, school teacher, executive, LEO - you may be intrinsically limited. Low-key understated jobs, especially where you can be a single-contributor and have independence are key. Examine evidence: never have pictures with your face and dick in them, never have video with your face or your voice. It really helps to have long-term stability in your job. The time you gain back by having years of experience can allow you to engage in extracurricular activities without looking absentee. Have strict ground rules and stick to them. Never shit where you eat. Understand that in small towns, everyone in your cadre will know your business - but you will know theirs, and none of you want that out in the open. Always avoid arrest - and this is controversial, but I'm going to be honest: it helps to be white, male, middle-aged, well-dressed, educated, and moneyed - privilege is real. Remember your manners - you are not in a position to create enemies, and bad manners mean you don't get invited back. Make time and space for yourself - consider getting a motel room once a month or season or whatever. Be serious about your schedule. Understand when your sex addiction (I love mine) has interfered with the rest of your life to a point that cannot be maintained...

Part 2: The Introduction "There are clean towels in the closet and a robe. I'll put your clothes in the dryer", said Michael. He left the bathroom with door ajar. Still a bit disoriented, I stripped and looked at the enormous bathroom. The shower had no handles, but just a series of buttons. It was made entirely of glass, and the wall across from it looked out over the harbor district. Finally I figured out how to get the hot water running, and started to remember what happened. "Can you stand?", he asked. I replied yes. After getting my legs under me, I took a couple of deep breaths. "Thanks for the help. I'm ok though. i'll order and Uber and head home", I said. "I think your phone is somewhere out there", he said jerking his head toward the harbor. "Why don't you come to my place? I'm close by, you can dry off and then I'll call you a car. Since I just pulled you out of there I won't take no for an answer". At that moment my legs gave out again, but I never hit the ground. He put my arm around him and started walking me towards the nearest building. It had little restaurants and a gallery on the ground floor but he took us through another door. The doorman looked at me but apparently knew better than to ask questions. When we got in the elevator, I finally was able to take in my new acquaintance. He looked fairly young, maybe late 30"s. He had grey eyes and dark hair that was beginning to show signs of grey. He wore a white shirt and khakis. I'm not very fashionable but if i had to guess he had just ruined at $1000 pair of shoes going into the water. I could tell he wasn't muscular, but thick and bulky from what I felt under the shirt. More of a powerlifter than anything. That and his height probably explained why he had no problem supporting me, he was easily 4 inches taller than me (and I'm 6ft 4in, so I would know). I could also see the dark outlines of tattoos underneath the wet shirt, and I thought i saw the protrusions of piercings sticking out around his nipples; though I dismissed the body modifications as the result of the early stages of hypothermia. We entered the apartment and looking back on it now, it was somewhere that I would only ever dream of living. The exterior walls were all glass, the kitchen something out of cooking show. The walls were white with dark wooden floors, and accent furniture strewn around. A gas fire pit was going and classical music drifted through the space. When I finally emerged from the shower, I noticed my clothes were gone and a large white bath robe hung near the shower. I felt embarrassed that a man I had just met may have seen me naked given the circumstances. I may get around a lot, but I know when to be modest. There were two doors, one seemed to lead to a bedroom so I exited through the one that led down the hall. When I arrived back in the kitchen, Michael was standing behind the island pouring soup into two bowls, with a loaf of bread on a cutting board and two glasses of wine in front of him. "I hope you like chowder. I figured you could use a warm meal. If you don't like wine, I can get you something else". He had changed into joggers and a white shirt that left no doubt in my mind I hadn't imagined the tattoos or piercings. "Um thank you. I don't want to impose though. I can just grab my clothes and get out of your hair." He looked at me as he set the bowl down in front of me. His look wasn't angry or hostile. It was very patient and even warm, but I still felt compelled to sit. "What is your name?", he asked. "Um, Mark". "Do you prefer Mark or Marcus?" I thought this was a weird question. Everyone had always called me Mark. "I don't really have a preference. What is yours?", I replied. "I'm Michael." As he sat down next to me his knee brushed mine, and I shamefully recoiled a bit. It was like he had zapped me when we touched. I could feel my pulse in my ears, and I think he could hear it. I began to eat, not even considering that he may have put something in the food or wine to make me helpless (I had been roofied and assaulted before when I was 23 so it was something that I normally was wary of). "Do you need to use your shower now too?", I asked. "No no, I have three, I rinsed off quickly", he chuckled. Despite myself I was wondering what he would look like in the glass shower I was in. "So now that we've both eaten and warmed up a bit, are you going to tell me why you decided to go for a swim in the harbor in February? I'm not sure those Louboutins are going to survive, so I think a story is a fair trade don't you?" ............................................

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"

Thanks for all the comments on the first chapter hope you enjoy this one .The force of the cock in my ass shocked me and caused the searing pain that woke me up and then I could feel the warmness of what was being pumped into my arm made that go away real quick turning the pain into pleasure real quickly. I looked up and was met with the smiling face of my roommate looking down at me. I turned my head at the guy that was pumping into my ass and was awed at the addonis that was pumping real hard at my cunt and making me moan like a bitch in heat. I looked around my room and saw 4 other guys all with strong looking bodies stroking some pretty hard and impressive looking cocks. I could feel the one in my ass start to thicken and with one final slam Mr addonis unloaded such a massive load of cum in my ass. I could feel each volley of his load coat every part of my insides and it was very warm if not blazing hot and I loved it. He pulled out quickly causing a nice loud pop noise to come from my ass which was quickly replaced with another cock quickly. The second guy plunged straight in down to the root causing me to lose my breath for a moment and he stayed still for a moment to let me adjust before starting his own hammering. The first guy walked to my front and presented me with his wet cummy cock for me to clean and I instantly accepted the invitation. With these two gods at each end of me I couldn't do much but look again at my roommate and saw him smiling again. Do you like your surprise? I couldn't give him a direct answer but grunted in approval. What you didn't know Jacob was that you thought we were at 2 separate parties but we were at the same and I saw you strike out a few times at getting laid so once I saw you leave for home I hopped on Grindr real quick and got ahold with all these guys and talked to all of them into fucking you crazy with no stops. Once everyone agreed we waited until I figured you were sleeping and we went into the house to find you. I knew Jeremy was crafty and I was so happy he was because I was so loving the attention I was getting. My mind went back to feeling the large cock buried in my cunt and the other buried in my throat and felt amazingly full. These two men matched each others thrusts so they pulled out and buried in again at the same time. I am lucky I have no gag reflex and was able to feel this long rod make its way down my throat. The man fucking me was picking up the pace and so did the guy in my throat and I knew what was about to happen. They both slammed in me hard at the same time and I could feel both loads gushing into my holes as well as another slam in my arm where my roommate injecting a nice slam of Tina in me making me soar off the bed. They both pulled out of me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was full again and sure enough another cock in my cunt and other in my throat. It went like this for a while and I lost track of time until everyone in the room had a turn at my holes. Once everyone got their turn I was untied and sat up and given something to drink. I figured I knew what it was and when I felt the tart taste of the piss I gulped it all down. I came down on my high a bit and could feel the soreness in my ass and my throat but what I felt most of all was happy and full. I stood up and felt all the loads in my ass start to trickle out and walked to each of the guys standing in my room and gave them each a big hug and shoved my tounge down their throats. I got to my roommate last and told him I was very grateful for him doing this and that we made our agreement he was smiling at me and hugged me and I whispered in his ear that the night isn't over yet. I stuck a needle in Jeremy's ass and pushed the plunger down and in a split second Jeremy started to go to sleep. Jeremy didn't see that one of the guys handed me a syringe while we were hugging and kissing and that he had whispered to me that it was a sleeping drug and to stick Jeremy's ass with it so we could all set up some more fun before the night was over.

Hey proud of you, you know what you need and so hot that you know you want to take fist, double fist and more. First forget the numbing cream etc., its important you adjust to and truly experience the feelings of all the sensations in your hole and develop a great connection between your head and your hole. As you play with your hole with your own fists learn and practice deep breathing to relax internally (buscopan IBS relief pills can help especially with depth). Then a good patient top who will work with you explaining when you need to breath deeply to relax and open up more. I also find the best position as a bottom is in a sling with legs spread wide and just relaxed in stirrups, its a fuckin awesome journey to be able to enjoy the biggest cocks, ffist and double ffist and deep too. Enjoy and hope that helps

PART 2 The guys all laugh. In a flash, my lower half feels weightless as Jordan lifts my ass clean into the air. I grunt in surprise, but no one else does so Jordan must’ve coordinated it. I feel him spit into my ass. “What a beautiful neg hole,” he murmurs as he dives in. “Not for much longer,” Renan says as he starts to suck me. Aman, Rafa, and Jin are still in their private threesome, but now, I’m no longer directly under them, so Jace takes my place. Mouth wide open, catching whatever sloshes down. “Fuck!” he exclaims as a particularly juicy wad of cum or spit… something frothy, drips into his mouth. “That’s good stuff.” I’m craning my neck to look at him and whine. He grins, spits whatever he swallowed onto his fingers then sticks them in my mouth. I suck greedily. I want every juice in me. “I’m gonna pull out,” Jin warns. As he does, Jace immediately moves up so that when Jin’s cock slides out, Jace’s tongue plugs up against Rafa’s hole. I can’t really see what Jin is doing from my vantage point, but from Jace’s moans, probably blowing him. A moment late, Rafa whispers that he’s tight again and Jace finally let’s go. “Fuck!” he says again, “that tastes amazing and I forgot how good of a cocksucker you are, Jin!” At least I think that’s what he said. It’s hard to hear though, everything he says has a gurgle to it, I know he’s keeping the cum and ass juice in his mouth still. He’d better be saving it for me. “Guys, I need some lube,” Jordan says, spitting into my ass more profusely, “the cummy kind.” Aman grins down at me and moves over to make out with Jace. I imagine Jace’s throat working furiously to pass the slop through. Indeed Aman makes sure to show me over Jace’s shoulder when the now decidedly foamy mess is in his mouth. From there it gets passed to Rafa, who takes a momentary break from where he had been taking sucking on my nips after being fucked so hard. Rafa passes it to Renan, and Renan shows me the mixture in his mouth before lovingly swallowing Jordan’s cock to the hilt. He bobs his head up and down, and I know he’s coating Jordan’s dick in a mix of all of our juices. He finally pulls free then spits the remainder directly onto my hole. Jordan’s cock is so coated it basically looks white at this point. It’s aimed right at my entrance and he’s grinning down at me. Aman and Rafa are both sucking on my nips now, driving me absolutely crazy with pleasure and desire. “Fuck… yes!” I grunt out. Jordan grins wider and nods to Renan, who’d been unscrewing two bottles of poppers. “Double hit,” Renan commands, bringing a bottle to each nostril. I clumsily inhale, since at this point I can barely move of my own volition, so fucked up and horny I am. “Hold,” he says. While I’m trying not to suffocate Jordan is slowly pumping it in. Just the head first; little by little. “Release”, Renan says. At the same time though, Jordan rams into me. At the peak of my high it feels like I’ve been blown into another dimension. The black spot in my vision from all the poppers nearly explodes. The minute I open my mouth to cry out, Renan clamps down on it, shoving his pulsing tongue down my throat, preventing the sound from escaping. Aman and Rafa increase the pace of their flickering on my nips, sending me into a frenzy, matched only by the pace of Jordan’s fucking and Renan’s violent make out session with me. I distinctly hear a wild crying and grunting sound and it takes me several minutes to realize that’s me. Completely out of control. At the mercy of my sex and the men all around me who have committed themselves to fucking me physically, mentally, and emotionally, into another level of existence. I would never forget this. I would never not want this. I would be ruined after this. Once Jordan really starts to pile drive into me, the added pain is expertly moderated by Jace and Jin, who start started simultaneously sucking and tonguing my cock, building up layers of pleasure. Renan pulls away then as well so I can see the five of them working on me. Aman and Rafa furiously lapping at my over-sensitive nips. Jaece and Jin fighting over my dick. Jordan, his two hands like vices on my thighs, standing and driving his dick downward deeper into the recesses of my body. Renan smiles at the perverseness of it all, “oh man you dirty little slut. You could’ve gotten pozzed up at any bathhouse, with any BBRT hookup, but you had to call us up. We’re the worst.” Fuck yes, that’s what I want. I want to go from 0 to 120. Fuck the in between. Inject that AIDS straight into me. Kill me now. I’m not sure if I said any of these things out loud but certainly I think it. “Just watch,” he says. He takes the two popper bottles I forgot he’d been holding then gets off the bed. In my haze, I barely see him appear behind Jordan. But there he is. He kisses Jordan’s ear, and then brings the poppers to both nostrils. Jordan is able to inhale without slowing down. Unlike with me though, Renan commands him to release immediately. If it’s possible I feel his cock get hotter inside me. Like he’s also trying to burn through to my core. I think he fucks me even faster as the poppers get him going. Renan feeds him another double hit. I feel tears flowing down my face. I’m being torn apart and I can’t even cry out anymore. My voice is gone. I can’t look at them anymore. My eyes roll back into my head. They’re stealing my senses. All of them, until I only pulse & throb, a mass of meat in their grip. Renan is making out with me again, except when my eyes flicker down momentarily I see that it’s Aman. And yet there are still two sets of mouths on my nipples so maybe they switched places? But then my eyes open again and I see that it’s Jace shoving himself into me. Then Jin. Then some dick is being shoved in my mouth. They’ve switched countless times. I’m pretty sure I passed out. An eternity passes. When my head is finally clear a little bit and I open my eyes fully, I see that now Aman is fucking me. Jordan and Rafa are chewing on my tits. Renan is sucking my dick. Jace is fucking Aman, and Jin is standing over me. Casting a shadow that I don’t even register until he clears his throat. “Did you forget about me,” he teases. Jin lowers himself further until his ass is just inches from my mouth. I marvel at how strong his muscles are that he’s holding himself in that position. I don’t think anyone’s had a go at his ass yet. It’s totally fresh! I see a speckle of white on the outside, just a hint at the treasure within. I crane my neck up and am barely able to touch his pucker with the tip of my tongue. The taste is cum, of course. I would know it anywhere. I’m straining to get more but it seems like Jin keeps putting himself just out of reach. “Savor it, babe,” he says softly, “the loads in my ass were not easy to get.” “Oh yeah,” Jace grunts in agreement as he thrusts into Aman, “Jin’s schedule was nearly impossible to coordinate. But I did it, see right before tonight, he was at a Treasure Island Media shoot.” My eyes widen. Jin chuckles and I hear him hitting the poppers. “Yeah I was a cumdump for an upcoming film. 30 dirty loads up there, all for you babe.” I remember that infamous scene. The jar of poz loads up Blue Bailey’s magnificent hole. TIM always a bit borderline with the poz stuff. See, these were dead loads. But if what Jin was saying was true… live loads… Involuntarily I crane even higher. I think I’m going to give myself a neck cramp. My hand aches to stroke my cock but, well, Jordan holds it down, preventing it from moving as he increases the pressure on my nip. Instead, Renan sucks me harder. “Oh my god,” I hear myself whisper as suddenly, Jin sits well and fully down, pressing against my face. I gasp in surprise, my lips mashed awkwardly against his outer ring as it dilates and I feel a torrent of cum flooding my mouth. Somehow instinctively I start to swallow to stop from choking. It’s glorious. I try to gulp a little at a time so I can savor it some. The salty, sweet cream sliding down my throat. “Hey don’t just swallow it!” Aman complains. I can’t stop myself though. It’s too good. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Being flooded with loads. Dirty loads. Toxic loads. Only secondhand. Or thirdhand, whatever, I can only imagine what this porn shoot was like, and it turns me on so much that I will eventually see it. I feel air hit my left nip as Jordan immediately shoves Jin forward so his ass leaves my face. Jordan dives down, covers my mouth with his own, and expertly sucks. I grunt as I feel the cum being diverted to his mouth, and we fight for it with our tongues. Jordan, however, isn’t nearly as fucked up as I am at this point so he wins and with a slurp, pulls away from my mouth. My tongue flicks out in defiance, trying to suck back up the little bit of cum stretched out like a tightrope between our lips. He smiles and then with a whoosh, sucks that up as well. I swallow the last little bit too deep in my throat for him to have reached and then pout at him. “No fair.” “It’ll go to good use,” Jin says, having turned around so he’s facing me again. “Besides I’m pretty sure I have more.” Saying that, Jin sticks a finger in his ass and shows me the cummy result. But rather than feed it to me, he starts swiping across the nipple that Jordan left free. Though it was fresh out of his ass, the cum still feels cool against my hard tit and I groan at the sensation. Jordan kisses Jin thanks for distracting me, feeding him a bit of cum when he thinks I don’t see. He moves behind Jace. I know what’s going to happen and so does Jace, who looks at me gleefully. I know Jordan’s just spit out that wad of pornstar cum and is lubing it up into Jace’s hole. Jace’s eyes close momentarily as Jordan slides into him. “Yeah,” he whispers, nibbling on Aman’s ear. “Fuck that dirty cum into my fucking poz hole.” Renan abruptly gets up and turns around to look at me as he lowers himself onto my dick, “I normally don’t take cock I know is neg, count yourself lucky!” It’s now a proper fuck train. Jordan into Jace. Jace into Aman. Aman into me. Me into Renan. Jin is like our coach. He’s feeding everyone poppers, saving me for last. He makes sure I can see clearly (or as clear as I can anyway) as each of the guys enters their poppers high, and the train speeds up. The noises become more animalistic. He’s feeding each one several hits. I know it’s going to be worse when he get to me. As he feeds Renan five back to back hits, I feel Renan’s ass so loose around me, there’s a puddle of cum starting to collect in my belly button from where it’s leaked out of his ass, dripped down my cock, and slid up my raised torso. Jin slurps it up. “Renan went to a proper vers orgy,” he explains. “The rules were so strict, literally you had to be vers, and you had to try to get every cock and every ass.” He rolls his eyes, “as if anyone counted.” Saying that he brings the poppers to me. His thumb is pressed firm against the entrance but even so I’m imagining the scent. “Ready?” I don’t really think so but don’t really have a choice. He props my head up against his thigh and gives me four hits. On my last exhale I really feel the train is pulling into the station. Someone is cumming. It’s not me, and it’s not Aman, must be Jace or Jordan. I can’t explain how I feel it. But in that moment, I feel like it’s more than just our bodies connected; it’sour souls. I feel the force of Jace pumping into Aman as if he were pumping into me. The wetness of Renan’s ass around me feels like Aman’s, or Jace’s. I’m at once pounding into all of them and them into me. Jin spits on his fingers then makes out with me, threading his digits between our tongues and letting me taste Renan’s sloppy ass juices & cum. Then he spits on his fingers and begin flicking my nipples. I am so far gone, honestly it surprises me I’m still able to feel or do anything. Well, to be fair it’s mostly the others who are doing the work. Renan is expertly milking my cock, and 3 sets of hands from the others guys are pulling on my thighs, legs, and feet. Jin gets up and kneels down to feed me his cock. In my poppers-addled state I take it down easily. I hear him making out with Renan as his fingers continue their expert ministrations on my sensitive nips. Somehow the fuck train continues even though someone shot already. Or did they? Maybe I imagined it. I’m imagining in a lot of things right now. Who were the pornstars whose cum I just drank out of Jin’s ass. Were they all poz detectable? Who went to Cumunion tonight and fed Jordan. Did he get AIDS loads? The guys who left their condoms for Jace to stick up his own ass. Whether or not Renan took every cock and fucked every ass, and if so how many was that. What were the VLs, a few hundred thousand? More? Whether at their party, Aman took more dick or Rafa, blindfolded as he was, so that he couldn’t possibly count. Was anyone so toxic the physicality of the disease became impossible to hide? Did Aman seek him out? Beg for the scythe of death to swing and penetrate deep in his hole? How much more poppers could I possibly do before my head exploded? Someone’s grunting again and I definitely feel like if it wasn’t cum last time this time it was. Again I feel it cumming into me and I feel like I’m cumming into Renan. But maybe that’s just the feeling of all the cum inside his hole migrating its way down my piss slit. Our union is so complete, and I’m so satiated. Maybe it was even me who came. To be continued...

As I wake up I realize the room is full of people surrounding me in chairs as 3 of the biggest men I have ever seen. Skin black as coal, mussels on every part of their body and dicks thick and as long my form arm. I see a big shard being taken out of a bag and shoved up my hole, then one of these monsters picked me up like rag doll put on all fours and drives his dick balls deep. Since I was just fisted it actually it feels good and they shard is plowed deep and I can feel the burn. He is being gentle as I'm be spit roasted now and my jaw is in pain but my ass is feeling great. I can see that everyone seated has a naked boy on their knees sucking their dicks. with my hole in heaven and my jaw in hell they turn me over so I'm laying face to face with his dick in me as he wraps his arms me tight as whispers in my ear, HERE IT COMES FAGGOT. He was right as I feel the second dick being driven into my hole so I'm not double penetrated and my hungry hole is taking it as they pump away and I'm begging not for them to stop but to keep fucking me. With 2 dicks in my ass and one in my mouth I'm in faggot heaven as they start to unload in me. As they finish they ask me if I'm thirsty, I say YES so then piss into my mouth and as any in the crowed if they have to piss, so some get up and do. As I'm drinking piss one takes fist and drives it into me. For the next few hours the one's in the take their turn with me with their dicks and fist in my ass. I so exhausted but the bed smell on piss, cum and man sweat as I feel my hole is so wreck as someone comes over and starts to rim my rose bud hole.

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.

Can't wait this is hoT! Your brother sounds hot! And he can write one hell of a story!

Maybe it’s time for some intense FF training...👊🏻🙏🏼👍🏻😋😉

Who is Aristotle Benson?

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.

Speaking as someone who enjoys the passive role in intercourse (albeit not all the time) but who is not the least bit submissive (except when I want to be), this makes perfect sense to me, and yes, it does happen (hell, it has to or I would get even less sex than I already do!). A lot of time tops need a bit of pushing, especially (as @Riverfk rightly points out) if they are less experienced or shy, or if they are versatile and are assuming that because I'm hung, I'm going to be playing the active role.

I've been with a few tops that slap my face as they're fucking me or getting sucked. At first I was confused if I was doing something wrong--I wasn't they wanted to dominate me. A couple guys have slapped me more while they're about/are cumming and if it's with some verbal abuse it's hot for me. Feeling a dick cum in my ass while a top's over me slapping me calling me his bitch and that's what I'm good for can be hot.

At least three times a week I get the irresistible urge at lunchtime to spend it in a nearby suckatorium near my work and spend my entire lunch break sucking off cock. I don't have the opportunity to douche so I just go into a booth and suck off every cock that comes through the hole. Being addicted to cum and cock in my arse or my mouth I just love going back to work with the taste of three or four loads of seed in my m outh. It is busy at lunchtime with city workers wanting their meat looked after and I am more than happy to spend the hour on my knees sucking their cocks and swallowing their loads. Best lunch on the planet for me.

I converted to POZ less than a month ago and one of the agreements I had with my Breeder was that I would fuck my newly charged nut into a neg boy of His choosing. I never topped in my life but by being made to breed that neg hole, something went off in my head, maybe it was the bug effecting my brain, that I have a duty to help other guys fulfill their gay destiny and become POZ. I even found a will barboy to swap fucks with and he's been taking my newly POZ seed for a couple weeks now and I've been taking his neg but converting loads. Another member on here helped me to realize how special and powerful my new loads are and it's my duty and obligation to gift my POZ seed to other guys to keep the bug brotherhood growing and to keep getting new strains fucked into my POZ hole to make my nut even stronger and more toxic. So yea, becoming POZ does make me more sex crazy to keep taking POZ loads and to spread mine. POZ seed really is a gift!

My husband and I, both in our early 50's, have been together 30 years this December, and we have been in a relationship with our 'boy' in his early 40s for going on 7 years now. It is not an equal relationship. It started as sex with the boy as sub, and grew into our spending more and more non sex time together. Now we are more like a family. We do not live together. But the boy spends days at a time with us and some holidays with us. From watching Drag Race to working on the farm, to playing elaborate board games, there are a lot of activities we share which bind us. It was all based on his coming into our relationship at a time when sexually we were bored and frustrated with each other. I found a switch flipped in me from mostly bottom to mostly top, and the boy can take my dick like my husband cant. The boy also provides outlet for kinks my husband has little interest in. Mostly though, theres just a synergy when we have that boy spitroasted on our dicks. Its hot filling him with dick from both ends, and we all get off from it. About a year in we all tested and fluid bonded. We love tag teaming the boy's ass bareback. Often one will fuck and breed him followed by the other. I mean who doesn't like to regularly fuck a pre spermed ass? Recently we did a dp for the first time (which I never like in porn) but wow tight having both our dicks in him. Didnt take me long to blow my load . . and feeling two dicks and a load bare . . Quite a treat. My husband isnt as horny as I am, so when the boy is here I fuck him one on one quite a bit. Things have evolved over seven years, but it still seems to work. I think the boy's presence has been very important in helping my husband and I keep sexual relations open between us when we might have otherwise have given up, as happens in so many ltrs. And I think over time our 'chosen family' unit has superceded sex as the glue. It is definitely a loving arrangement.

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.