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PART 4: CODY LEARNS TO ACCEPT HIS ROLE As I felt the seeding come to an end, I slowly slid out of the kid. I kept waiting for him to say more, but he never did. I wondered how long before he’d experience the flu. Then I wondered how long before he realized he was poz – probably a long, long time, I guessed. It’s not as if straight country boys are getting tested often. I’m not sure how much dirty cum I’d shot in him, but it was a lot. Some of it dripped down his his tanned leg. It looked to have the slightest red hue to it. “Cody, this was the first step toward getting you exactly where we both want you to be,” I said. “Yes sir,” Cody said. His voice sounded sheepish compared to his usual alpha-male tone. Almost defeated, actually. “Thank you.” As Cody stood and pulled up the flimsy white briefs to cover his exposed ass, he turned and reached for his gym bag. I decided then and there that he wasn’t quite done surrendering himself to me today. “Cody, what you’re wearing right now, that’s what you’re wearing for your match tonight,” I said. Cody looked more shocked now than he did throughout our pozzing session moments earlier. “You want paid tonight, and you want what we discussed, so that’s your gear for tonight,” I said. He looked toward the floor again. “Shit,” Cody said. “Yessir.” Cody slipped his gym shorts and t-shirt on to cover his near-naked body for the next couple of hours. As more wrestlers began to arrive, Cody chatted with them as if nothing had happened. Later, he watched the first couple of matches and mingled with his fans – mostly female and gay men -- while he signed autographs and sold t-shirts emblazoned with “Cody’s Crew” across the front. Considering his hole was abused a short while ago, and poison was seeping into his guts, he acted as if it was just another day. Cody’s match was the fourth of the night. Back in the locker room, he was minutes away from being introduced. I walked up beside him and reminded him of his obligation. This wasn’t about embarrassing Cody. It was about maintaining my power over him and making sure he knew our roles going forward. From this day forward, he was one of my boys, whether he knew it today or not. “Do I have to?” he said. “You know the deal,” I said. Fully geared up with his white boots and black knee pads, he slowly slid down his gym shorts and removed his t-shirt. At some point he had put on his white spandex wrestling trunks that he had worn many times before, probably thinking that would appease my dirty request. When he looked at me, I nodded my head no. That was one layer too many – even though he looked amazing. Without saying a word, Cody peeled the spandex trunks down from his waist, down his tanned thighs and over his feet, revealing the overly tight, thin white briefs that he wore earlier when I filled his young gut with my viral seed. A couple of the other wrestlers nearby gawked in disbelief – why would anybody with an ounce of pride walk under the lights wearing that? One them laughed at the sight. Cody did a couple of stretches to warm up. When his name was announced, the crowd erupted into cheers as he darted through the curtain and into the arena. Some of the cheers turned to catcalls as the fans caught sight of Cody’s minimal see-through gear. I watched some of the gay fans as their jaws dropped, and undoubtedly their cocks sprung to attention when they saw young Cody’s cock and balls nearly on full display and bulging against the tiny, tight, thin fabric. If only they knew the rest of Cody’s adventure today. My poz cock got hard again at the thought of my virus soaking into his unprotected teenage rectum. Cody wasn’t aware, but I’d told his opponent – a cute, straight, 30-year-old black jock with a wife and two kids -- to take their match to almost 30 minutes. The goal was to get the 19-year-old stud as sweaty as possible. Sure enough, within about 10 minutes, his flimsy white underwear was soaked with sweat and translucent to the point of being invisible. His chubby cut cock was on full display, and his bubble ass filled the back of his wet trunks to perfection. Even from 30 feet away, I could see that he was circumsized as his cock head jutted against the thin cotton. Cody hid his humiliation well, but I think he realized the power that I now held over him. If he wants my help, he’ll play by my rules from now on. The women and the gays were glued to the match, and most of them by now had sent their kids to the concession stand to avoid seeing this nearly obscene display and having to explain why the boy in the ring was wrestling in see-through underwear. As Cody wrestled on, I could swear I saw dried blood stuck to the back of his tight briefs. I knew my dirty cum was buried deep up his neg hole and working into his bloodstream even as he wrestled his match. In the end, Cody won by pin-fall as we’d discussed. That was his reward for enduring the humiliation I’d put him through. As the ref raised Cody’s hand in victory, the boy’s lean, sweaty body glistened under the lights. Everybody in the building got an eye full of the kid’s protruding, chunky cock. I counted at least 20 people in the crowd holding up their phone to capture either photos or video of the ripped kid in all his glory. Back in the locker room, Cody didn’t stick around very long after his match. When he found me later to ask for his pay for the night, I handed him his envelope, which included an extra $100. He said nothing to me other than “Thank you, sir” when I gave him his pay. I also made him hand over his sweaty white underwear from his match tonight as a souvenir to hang beside my desk in my office at home. He did so without question. That pair of hot wrestling briefs still hangs on my wall to this day, but it’s not the only one I’ve collected now. [More to come soon]

“Stop fucking flinching. Take it like the worthless faggot I always knew you’d become.” I could barely see straight through the fog of my high. It wasn’t anything hardcore yet that night, but the alcohol and edibles, paired with some fresh poppers and 8 loads earned deep in my cunt had me lost in pleasure and submission. There I was: ass up in a motel, taking anonymous loads… and it was him forcing my hole open. I knew his voice. It was the man who started it all. It was David. Again. 10 years ago I was a condoms-only college kid with a fantasy to submit. And then he showed me what it meant to really get used. What it meant to give myself to a real man. What it meant to regret it. And here he was - 8.5 thick inches pulsing deep inside me while he wrapped his hands around my neck and choked. 10 years ago I wouldn’t have recognized the shell of a faggot whore on that motel bed. Hell, I barely recognized him that night. As this beast of a man tore my hole open yet again, I realized just how far I had fallen. I was leaking in my cock cage, begging, and crying. But to him? I was just an object. No different than the object he’d raped 10 years earlier. And we both knew it. “Cmon, faggot. Put your mouth around the barrel of the gun. I want to play a game.” — 10 years earlier, and I was 20. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college in Los Angeles, and I’d grown more and more comfortable with my sexuality. I was a good looking guy: nearly 6’0, Italian blood, dark features, hairy and tight body. I could fuck any college kid on that campus, but it just didn’t quite scratch that itch. I needed to get used. Or at least thats what I fantasized about when I jerked off. And “getting used” seemed to be getting darker. Rough fucking had become verbal fucking. Light bondage. Slapping. Pain. I needed it to be kinkier and kinkier to get me off. I found myself falling down the rabbit hole, searching for boys crying, having forced orgasms, and — and it made me hard to even type it into search engines - getting raped. I wanted it. Or I thought I wanted it. It all sort of blurred together as I busted orgasm after orgasm to the kinkiest and roughest porn I could find. But I also knew that it wasn’t realistic. Real rape wouldn’t be ‘fun’. Real rape couldn’t be planned. Real rape was just a fantasy. But that didn’t stop me from being a tease. And thats when David first came into the picture. I’d met David online. He was clear from the outset: he didn’t want my name, he liked to fuck holes as objects, it would hurt. I did not matter to him. And I busted a load that first night we chatted - a huge, thick load. And then I quickly signed off. I did to David what I did to all these guys: I teased. I played out my fantasy to earn my own orgasm. Days and days. Countless orgasms. He took me deeper in those conversations, deeper than I knew I could go. He told me he whored boys out. I came. He told me he came from seeing fags cry. I came. He told me he beat a man nearly to death. I came. He told me he wanted to do it again. I came. This went on and on. Until the night that I let my 20 year old sex drive get the best of me. I agreed to go to his place. He told me it would be rough, but that I’d be fine — that he knew so many of my desires were just fantasy. He told me he got it. He told me I’d enjoy myself - that we’d have some fun. And I trusted him. My dick was leaking, my hole was pulsing, and I was speeding down the 405… until I was there. Heart racing, dick hard, skin moist from nerves, adrenaline and sweat. I was there, knocking on his door. That knock would play out in my head for years to come. That knock was the start of a slippery slope — a slope that would ultimately lead me 10 years later, blackout in a trashy motel, throating a 9mm pistol, effectively destroyed no matter the rules of his game. But that night 10 years ago? I just thought it was going to be some quick, rough fun.

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 18 “Fucking cuntwhore,” Eric again snarled as he walked to the leather chair and sat down. “You two, don’t fucking move.” They stood still... not out of submission to Eric, but out of curiosity as to what was going to happen next. Holding another bag of white crystals, Eric spread his legs. Slowly, I crawled to Eric, at this point oblivious to Daddy and puppy. “Please,” my dilated eyes pleaded for the contents. Eric laughed, “Is that what you want? Fucking chemwhore.” I nodded... looking back and forth between the bag and the ringed cock between his legs. I wanted both, but the hunger for the white crystals won. I stared the package in his strong hand and made a decision. “Yes...” Eric smiled, throwing the bag in front of me. Again, I moved forward... grabbing it and putting it in my jock pouch to keep it safe until I would need it. Feeling the plastic stick against my smooth sweaty sac with the others, I continued on... wanting more. “Yeah?” Eric mocked me... throwing yet another down between his knees. I crawled forward, reaching for the bag. “With your fucking mouth...” Eric growled sternly. Grabbing my head with his knees as I moved to grasp the bag with my teeth, he sneered. “Fucking spun out whore.” He continued to hold me there, my head tightly held between his knees as I stared at the crystal filled bag right in front of me. Then I heard it... the familiar sound of a torch being lit. I moaned at the sound of Eric inhaling what I knew to be the clouds from the glass pipe. “Shit yeah...” he exhaled, blowing the thick smoke down over me. Feeling the hot cloud drifting down over my shaved head, I struggled to inhale the little that reached me. “That is one fucking greedy cunt you have there.” Eric laughed, addressing Daddy and puppy. “Ok, whore... have some.” Eric said. Releasing me, he presented the pipe to me. My lips went to the stem and I took a series of long hits. With each one, I felt his cold eyes bore deeper into me. “Open that fucking cunt mouth and service me.” Eric said, pulling the pipe away from my lips and pushed his soft cock into my warm mouth. My mouth began to worship the ringed cock, feeling its heft on my tongue. Soon, I felt his warm blood flood in and stiffen it... the pre-cum leaking onto my tongue. I began sucking at it... willing the viscous fluid to coat my mouth. “Fucking cocksucker...” he moaned, feeling the movements of my tongue against his shaft. My cheeks formed a tight wall of flesh around it. I continued on... feeling his cock engorge and pulse... my body craving the cum within his balls. I quickened my pace... working my way over the shaft as my throat expanded to take the cock head down my throat. Suddenly, Eric pulled his hard flesh from my mouth. Moaning in frustration, I looked up at him with a look of despair. “Don’t worry whore. I got better plans for this cock.” He stood up and moved behind me... swatting my ass cheeks and spreading my thighs, exposing my plugged cunt. Making sure I felt every inch of the plug over my bloated cunt lips, he slowly began pulling. “Fuck me...” I pleaded, the hunger emanating from my cunt overtaking me as my cunt lips pulsed around my empty gaping cunt. “Get the fuck over here, puppy!” Eric yelled as puppy looked to Daddy for guidance. Daddy nodded with a devilish grin. “NOW!” Eric roared, holding the dripping plug up. “Clean,” he said, motioning to the slime covered floor beneath his hand. Immediately, puppy began to lick the floor clean... making sure he fed on every drop. In one hard push, Eric shoved the plug covered in my cunt juices deep into puppy’s cunt. “Fucking cuntpup!” Daddy yelled as puppy’s bloated cunt lips slowly surrounded the base of the plug and moved over the edges to hold it in place. I moaned as my alpha crawled back to my Daddy, knowing that my cunt slime was being absorbed by the walls of his cunt. In a flash, I felt Eric’s hands on my hips, his cock pushing past my cunt lips, invading my hungry cunt. “Oh God,” I cried out, feeling his large cock expanding my cunt and forcing its way deeper within me. Eric’s fingers began digging into me as his thrusting increased... his low-hanging balls pummeled my jock pouch containing my swollen ball sac. His crotch slammed against my ass cheeks with a loud slapping rhythm that filled the room. Faster and harder he continued, his fingers now clawing at my hips, seemingly trying to force his entire body inside me as his hips jerked. “OH FUUCK!” he yelled, collapsing on my sweaty back... his cock into the hilt as his hot chem infused cum flooded my cunt. Eric’s breathing began to calm and he pushed himself up off my back, his cock still inside me. “God, what a fuck... totally worth it.” he said to no one in particular as I hung my head relishing in the fullness of my cunt. Finally, Eric pulled out of me and I moaned at the emptiness I had come to dread. All I wanted was to be filled again... Stepping in front of me, he presented his cock. There was no need to say a word. I knew what was required... Obediently, I parted my lips and took in the cock that had filled my cunt moments before and began to feed on the now familiar mixture of my cunt juices and a man’s cum... the salt-tanged musky flavor filled my mouth. He smiled, holding my head in both his hands as he watched me suckle on his cock, lost in the taste of my cunt. Suddenly, he pushed me back and I fell to the floor. “Fucking chempig,” Eric glared as he moved to the gear bag that he had brought with him. Grabbing a metal container, he threw it at me, making a clanging sound as it hit the dark floor. “This should last you for a while, fucking chemwhore.” I remained on the floor, not knowing what was happening. “What?!” he laughed... “What the fuck do you think this was all about?!” Pointing at Daddy, he continued. “Your Daddy, wanted a chemwhore.... he had this all planned from the beginning.” I looked at Daddy and puppy for some kind of signal. Daddy stood there while puppy sat on his haunches smiling. “Get up!” Eric ordered. I hesitated... “I SAID, GET THE FUCK UP!” he roared. I stood up in disbelief. “Go take a look at yourself.” he ordered. I looked at Daddy and my alpha, but no words came from them. Slowly, I walked to the mirror and saw myself as if it was for the very first time... I now saw the results of the time I had spent with these men. The red light of the dungeon reflecting off my sweat covered smooth body revealed the months of training with puppy. My clear white skin, now covered in red welts, were manifestations of the pain that had become part of my sexual pleasure. The long session we had just had had given me an even sleeker look. My muscle definition was more pronounced... what had been just a set of abs months ago, had become a defined 6-pack now verging on 8. My hands lowered to my heavy thighs, my fingers running up and down feeling the sweat covered hairless skin against my fingertips. Lower I went... feeling the strong curves of my muscled calves, I took in the light reflecting from my sweaty thighs. Rising, I began to rub my packed jock, as my other hand moved to my mouth and began coating my fingers with my spit. Releasing the stretched-out pouch, I repeated the motions with my other hand. Satisfied, my hands moved to my ass cheeks and I began exploring. Moaning from the hunger of my cunt, my slick fingers began to move over my swollen cunt lips. “Fuck yes!” I sighed loudly, realizing that they were now more pronounced than ever. I looked to my smiling alpha. “Not quite there yet cunt...” he winked, as he walked to me holding a mason jar full of hot chem piss. I nodded in agreement, fingers invading and exploring my cunt. Releasing my cunt, I took the jar and swallowed... relishing the acrid taste of chem piss. Piss was now part of my life. A thirst that could never be quenched and revealed in the gear I now wore. My yellow piped collar, the symbol of my position, hung loosely around my neck from dehydration. I grasped it, pulling it tightly against my neck to feel the tightness that I felt the first time it was placed around my neck. I turned to my left side and saw the sweaty yellow mesh of my swimmer jock stretching to hold my swollen ball sac in my reflection. I carefully studied the prominent bulge it had created. Yet, I wanted more... How did Daddy know about that boy in high school who woke to cum soaked sheets after dreaming of walking through the locker room with engorged balls? I cupped the pouch, remembering the letdown when the saline is absorbed. Sure, Daddy makes sure to keep my sac somewhat bloated at all times, but I am at my happiest when my ball sac is fucking huge and barely contained in the pouch. Releasing my sac, I rubbed my hands across my chest, tracing the yellow piped bulldog harness tightly framing my pecs. Taking a firm grasp of my pecs, I pushed them up to reveal my tits now filling the silicone tit cups providing a constant pressure. I began to gently play with my silicone covered tits, remembering the deep pleasure I experienced having them bitten and chewed. I smiled. “Fucking happy,” Eric taunted me, breaking the moment. “What you see whore,” Eric said, grabbing his gear and walking to the entrance of the dungeon, “is what you always wanted... with a little help from them.” He nodded to Daddy. “I expect a discount from now on,” he winked on his way out. “It’s what I wanted,” I murmured, contemplating what Eric has just sadi, as Daddy shut the door to the dungeon, leaving the three of us alone. I continued standing there at the mirror as Daddy moved to the leather chair and sat down to watch my reaction. “Fucking cunt,” puppy said as he stood up and moved behind me. Grasping my collar, he began to adjust it. Feeling the tightness return, I moaned as I instinctively moved my ass cheeks against his crotch. “Let’s check out those tits,” he smiled and pulled the suction cups off my tits. “MMMMM, nice,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around me to feel my now large firm, erect tits. Holding them tightly, puppy caressed them with his thumbs bringing a long series of gasps out of me. Pinching them with his thumb and forefinger, he pulled them down away from my pecs. “Fuck yeah... fucking tits on this cuntboy” he whispered in my ear. He moved to face me, “Only the beginning.” Over his shoulder, I saw Daddy’s reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met as puppy bent his head down and took my right tit in his mouth. Daddy motioned me to keep my eyes on him as puppy began to nurse on my sensitive tit... “Fuck yeah!” I growled as the sensations of puppy’s mouth on my tit reignited the hunger in my cunt. Slowly, puppy’s hands made their way down my torso until it reached my jock. As he went to his knees, he smiled up at me. Pulling down my jock, he released my cock and ball sac as the bags of crystal fell to the floor. Kneeling, puppy took the sac in his hands, “your body is absorbing the saline.” as he removed the plastic bags stuck to my skin. He chuckled and put the pile of drugs aside. “Don’t get used to this cuntboy,” he joked as he slid his warm, wet mouth over my cock and wrapped his lips around my shaft. “Fuck!” I groaned, feeling his mouth work over my cock. The sensations were incredible... his tongue wrapped itself around my shaft teasing it... Yet... my cock remained soft. “Shit!” I sighed, realizing what that meant as I felt puppy’s hands move up to my tits and begin twisting them. “Fuck yeah, puppy! Harder!” I growled as the pressure on my pumped tits increased. My alpha's mouth continued to stimulate my shaft as I thrust my limp crystal cock into my alpha’s mouth. I didn’t care... my body had been transformed to take cock and everything that it provided. Slowly, puppy released my cock... and rose to face me, holding my cock in his hand. “You are cunt... nothing but a cunt now.” he smiled and released my cock. Pulling my jock up, I nodded and fell to my knees. “Cunt,” I sighed, knowing that I only had one purpose... to service cock. Running my tongue over my lips, I took the heavy cock head into my cunt mouth and began to pleasure my alpha. I ran my tongue around the foreskin of his veined shaft, flicking and nibbling the wide piss slit that had fed me many times. “Shit yeah,” puppy groaned. I could feel puppy’s cock begin to throb and his body stiffened as the thick cum filled my mouth. Groaning from the orgasm, puppy held my head as I breathed through my nose, his shaft still in my mouth surround by a pool of hot cum. I didn’t want to release him. I needed cock... I continued to hold his cock in my mouth as he grabbed my head and forcibly shoved his now semi-hard cock completely down my throat. I stared into puppy’s eyes. “Good boy,” I heard Daddy comment. “Hold it puppy,” he commanded and counted slowly to 15... “Ok, release now.” Still looking up at puppy, I felt him continue holding me on his cock. “RELEASE!” Daddy yelled. Giving me a stern look, he hesitated for a second and released my head. I knew what I had to do... I continued on his cock for a few more seconds and then slowly pulled off his cock, grasping at the cum on his shaft with my lips. “Good cuntboy,” he smiled, releasing a sigh of content as he leaned into me and kissed my forehead. I groaned, feeling the rough stubble on his chin rub against my bruised skin, as his warm wet tongue licked at my earlobe. “So...” Daddy asked, holding the metal box in one hand and a pipe in the other. “Whadda say now?” he taunted me. I turned to Daddy and smiled. Opening his legs wide, he motioned to me. Crawling quickly, I positioned myself inches from his cock. I opened my mouth to reveal the load of milky cum that puppy had delivered. “Swallow...” he demanded. I closed my mouth and in one large gulp fed on my alpha’s chemmed up cum load. Smiling, he placed the pipe in his mouth and lit it. Taking a deep hit, he held it in. Quickly pulling me up, Daddy let out a thick plume of smoke and I greedily inhaled... savoring the cloud. “Thank you, Daddy.” I grunted, releasing the cloud from my lungs after absorbing as much as I could. Slowly, I began to move my mouth down Daddy’s torso until I met with this dripping cock. As sweat dripped down on his balls, I took a deep breath and took in the scent of his musk laden crotch. Licking the tip, I engulfed it. With my left hand, I massaged his balls, gently rolling them around. My tongue darted out, tasting the fluids it released from the slit. Carefully moving down the shaft, I swallowed his thick cock. I continued, wanting to have his entire cock within me until I reached the base of his shaft. Slowly backing off his cock, I swallowed again with a quickening pace. I began to worship his powerful cock as his hands held my harness and pulled me further down his shaft... his PA hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. My tongue massaged his cock as my throat constricted and relaxed to urge the release I longed for. “Fucking cunt mouth,” Daddy grunted softly as I looked up into his eyes reflecting the pleasure his cuntboy was providing. I felt his hands fall to my head, holding me gently as I continued worshipping his cock. A feeling overcame me... I was where I belonged and my mouth gripped him harder. As I felt the beginnings of his orgasm, I reached up and massaged his balls, willing them to release every drop of chem-fueled cum into me. He exploded as I grasped them, trying to hold on to the contracting vessels of his cum. A volley of cum shot from him, filling my mouth. Hearing no order to swallow, I willed my mouth to hold every last drop bursting into my mouth. As he relaxed, I slowly pulled off my Daddy’s cock, determined not to lose a single drop. "Shit yeah, feed your alpha,” Daddy commanded and I turned to puppy. Placing one hand on the back of my head, puppy forced my mouth open with his tongue and I let the cum flow into his mouth. Releasing my mouth, puppy moved back and opened his mouth as I watched the pool of cum disappear down his throat. “My boys,” Daddy chuckled as he took another hit from the pipe and handed it to puppy who took two hits before passing it to me. “Go ahead, finish it... fucking cuntwhore,” Daddy laughed. Happily, to took the pipe. Finishing the shard, I released the final cloud. Months later... “On the sling, cuntboy,” puppy ordered as I entered the dungeon to prepare for the night. “Fuck yeah!” I smiled and eagerly climbed on, positioning myself, arms up and legs splayed apart. “Fucking cuntboy,” puppy growled, securing me to the chains. “You're ready,” he said, emphasizing his statement was a fact, not a question. He grabbed a pair of scissors. “Keep your eyes on me.” I nodded and my hips rose to expose my swollen cunt lips. “Fucking beautiful,” he moaned, cutting away my yellow jock. “Fucking obscene!” puppy stared in awe as he covered my crotch with a sheet. “Really?” I asked, not sure of the results. I hadn’t had a chance to see the final results. Daddy had wanted it to be part of tonight’s session. After the surgery, I had spent the last two weeks catharized and not allowed to look... “Let’s get started,” my alpha said, holding the rosebud cylinder in his hand, covering the edges with the chemmed lube. My eyes widened at the sight. “Yep,” he laughed, “Daddy ordered the largest they make.” and he handed me the hand pump. Sliding the inner rod of the lubed rosebud cylinder into my cunt, puppy grunted, “Fucking bloated cunt lips.” The chems hit my cunt walls. “Shit,” I growled, feeling my ball sac slide against the cylinder and the now familiar burning sensation warming my cunt. Feeling the outer walls against my shaved taint, I began to pump, creating a seal. “Aww fuck, yes!” I groaned, as I felt my cunt lips expand and move up the inner walls. “Shit cuntboy,” puppy chuckled as he disconnected the tube from the pump and connected two smaller cylinders, “it took me three years to get to that point... Fucking cunt lips...” It was true, somehow my cunt lips took to the pumping and were already permanently bloated to some extent. “Fuck yeah puppy,” I grinned, “but you still have to train me to present my rosebud on demand.” I joked, feeling my rosebud slowly slide up the rod. Laughing, puppy lubed my tits and grabbed two smaller cylinders, placing them on my hard pinky-sized sized tits. “Pump those fucking tits.” he ordered. “Ah fuck!” I gasped as felt my tits expand after several pumps. “OK...give that,” puppy said and took the pump from me and disconnected the tube. “More,” I begged. “Of course, cuntboy.” he said, grabbing the tubes to my cunt and tits. Grabbing the electric hand pump, he connected them and pressed the button. “AWWW FUCK!” I groaned from the low steady pressure. “Yes!” I exclaimed as the pressure on my cunt caused my hips to rise. The pressure increased and I struggled to keep still. “Breathe, cuntboy.” puppy calmly rubbed my stomach. “Enjoy the feelings.” Taking deep breaths, I nodded. My body began to surrender to the pumping. Satisfied, puppy moved to the table and produced a rig and moved to the head of the sling. “Mmmmm, yes....” I slowly growled, wanting the fix. Wrapping the tourniquet around my bicep, puppy prepped my arm and removed the orange tip of the syringe. Holding it above my vein, he teasingly motioned back and forth. “Please!” I begged. “Yeah?” puppy responded. As I felt the needle enter my vein, I sighed as the contents took on a red tinged. “Thank you,” I sighed and he pushed the chems into me. Releasing the tourniquet, he moved to turn on the tv on the wall opposite me. “OK, cuntboy,” puppy chuckled as images of slaves being fisted, fucked and abused played. “I’m going to prepare some things,” I’ll check back in a bit. Enjoying the combination of the slam and the pumping of my cunt, I laid back and admired myself in the mirror above the sling. “Fuck!” I groaned, seeing the crisscross marks prominently displayed against the pale skin of my torso. I studied my now pumped-up pecs and took a deep breath and held it, studying the subtle sucking movements of the tit cylinders now pointed downward toward the deep ridges of my abdomen. Releasing my breath, my eyes moved to the massive bulge under the sheet barely covering my crotch, between my open thighs. I began to wonder how it would compare to my high school fantasy. As I continued contemplating my new body, I felt a sudden rush of pleasure through my body. The pressure of the rosebud pump had expanded my cunt lips to a new level. Staring the cuntboy in the mirror above me, I sighed. Each pulse of pressure on my cunt sent a wave of pleasure across my entire body... Losing track of time, I closed my eyes as the pressure continued. Suddenly, I felt the cylinder feeding on my cunt release its contents with a loud slurp. “Fucking cunt,” puppy smiled as he pulled it away and held it up. Studying the size of the slicked-up ring around the inner walls, he nodded. “Fuck yeah. Those cunt lips are stretched.” I moaned, feeling the air surround my swollen cunt lips. “Grrr...” puppy growled. “All I want to do right now is feed, cuntboy.” he said, his fingers working their way across the folds of my rosebud. “It’s like finally being able to feed on myself!” I quickly raised my hips to give my alpha access and he dropped to his knees. “Feed!” I growled, pushing my cunt onto puppy’s face. “OH GOD!” I yelled as he began to chew on my bloated cunt lips, pulling them further from my body. Moving to my rosebud, he began exploring the wet folds with his tongue. “Cunt!” I yelled, offering myself to him. I couldn’t take it... my body thrashed on the sling as puppy held on to me tightly... refusing to leave my cunt... And it came, a rolling wave of pleasure emanating from my cunt. “GOD DAMMIT!” I yelled as my cunt pulsed in the wake of the anal orgasm. I took in the sight of my cunt juices dripping from my alpha’s face when he pulled off. He moved next to me... Bending down, his face moved in, inches above my face. I moaned, as the took in the musky scent emanating from him. Tilting his head to the side, he studied my face, his warm breath falling on my face. “Fucking beautiful cunt,” he sighed, “taste your fucking cunt on me.” Groaning, I lifted my head, my tongue reaching out to feed. I continued on as he positioned his face above my mouth, allowing me to access to all my fluids. My tongue greedily lapped at his face, leaving nothing but the remains of my saliva on him. Satisfied, puppy reached for my tits and removed the cylinders. “AHHH,” I moaned, feeling the blood rush to my tits as he grabbed them. “Perfect...” he smiled and released them. “Now, let’s get you geared up.” puppy said in a commanding manner. Grabbing a hood, he secured it on my head, leaving me in the dark. I started to panic in the darkness that surrounded me. Placing his hands on my pecs, he slowly spoke, “It’s ok, cuntboy. I’ll be by your side the whole time.” I nodded, trying to take deep breaths. “I’m right here,” puppy continued, his hands moved down my torso and began to massage the massive bulge between my legs. My hips rose, wanting it to continue until I felt him grasp the cloth and toss it aside. I took a deep breath as the warm air surrounded my heavy ball sac. Denied sight, my other senses began to heighten. I immediately felt the skin holding my balls being stretched as they hung down and rested on the leather sling. I longed to see my transformation. Sensing my thoughts, puppy chuckled. “Almost time, cuntboy.” I nodded, not needing to say a word. My alpha knew me. Next, I felt the ankle restraints released from their corresponding chains. I remained still, waiting for their removal. “Daddy wants them on,” puppy said, positioning my legs together as my wrists remained secured. Hearing the familiar footsteps of my alpha begin to diminish, I grunted... worrying that I had been left alone. “I’m still here,” he said as his footsteps neared and stood between my legs. Spreading my feet slightly, he slowly pulled the familiar mesh and elastic fabric up my legs. I nodded, feeling the fabric slide up my muscular thighs and I raised my hips to allow the waistband to settle above my ass. Upon the pouch reaching my upper thighs, I felt the tightness of the waistband pull against my lower back as puppy began to work it over my sac. The pressure increased as the waistband slid over my bloated sac. “Fuck cuntboy,” puppy laughed as he pushed my cock down past the waistband and released it with a snap. I remained still, feeling the sensation of the tight mesh pressing against my cock and balls. With the release of my wrists, I was free but remained in the sling, waiting for my directions. “Up...” he commanded, his arm sliding underneath me and guiding me off the sling to my feet. Trying to find my balance, I hesitated... “What the fuck!?” I thought as I felt the heavy pressure between my legs forcing me to spread them wider. The skin surrounding the sac tingled from the stretching. I didn’t know if I could handle it. Seeing my reaction, puppy reach out and held my sac to relieve some of the pressure. “It’s fucking beautiful, cuntboy... you’ll get used to it.” I nodded, recalling the loads of cum I released on those long-ago nights. Gently, he released my sac and the pressure increased slightly. “It’s time.” puppy said, checking the clock. Taking my hand, he led me out of the dungeon. Heading to the garage, I took small steps. Patiently, puppy walked beside me, “It’s ok, you’ll get used to it. Move your thighs closer together with each step... your balls hung low before... you didn’t fucking walk bow-legged, did you? Just fucking think about that obscene bulge you’ll be showing off.” I smiled... thinking about what he just said and began to move my legs together, pushing my ball sac forward onto my thighs. I let out a deep growl at the sensation. “That’s it cuntboy,” puppy urged me on as I felt the weight of my sac shift forward. Reaching the garage, puppy led me in and I felt the coolness of the concrete floor as the image of the place filled my mind. In the corner stood a 6’ x 6’ x 6’ cage containing a black rubber encased twin size mattress... a drainage hole located along the corner allowed us the piss play that I craved. This was my alpha’s and my place when Daddy wished to be alone. Leading me forward, I heard the gate open and I ducked as we entered the cage. Feeling the edge of the mattress, I fell on all fours, presenting my cunt to my alpha. Sliding his hands along my cunt lips, he gently climbed on the mattress and positioned me next to himself and held me. “Fucking slut...” he chuckled as we settled in. A while later, I didn’t know... the darkness had made me lose track of time, I felt puppy gently nudge me. “Damn,” I thought, I must have fallen asleep. “Wake up, cuntboy. It’s time.” he said as I felt the stem of the pipe between my lips. “Fucking spin out, cunt.” he said, lighting the torch. Grasping the pipe tightly with my lips, I inhaled deeply and held it in. “OK, cuntboy.” puppy laughed as his lips met mine. I released the large cloud into his lungs. “Another... cuntwhore,” he ordered, placing the pipe to my mouth and heating the shard. Eagerly, I continued... taking all that my alpha gave me. As the chems flowed through my veins, my body began to warm... My swollen cunt began to throb with the hunger for cock. Feeling puppy’s fingers work my cunt lips, I raised my hips offering myself for more of the crystal. Grabbing me, he lifted me to my knees “Yeah?” puppy growled as he lit the torch one more time, “Fucking cuntwhore is back. Let’s go.” and he pushed me out of the cage. I quickly came to my feet. The rush of chems flowing through me blocked out any hesitation that I had. I stood there as puppy moved quietly around me, yet I knew he was there. After a minute, I bowed my head and felt my alpha adjusting my collar and tag. Attaching my leash, he pulled me down on all fours, “Come,” he scowled, and led me back to the dungeon. Reaching the dungeon, puppy pulled me up by my leash and I stood. “Close your eyes,” he ordered, removing my hood. I took a deep breath as I felt the cooling sweat from the hood evaporate. “Ready cuntwhore?” puppy asked and I nodded. I heard the door slowly open and I walked in. “Open your eyes, cunt.” puppy whispered in my ear. Slowly, my eyes opened. Even with the dimness of the red light, my eyes still needed to adjust. Then I saw them... “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, growling at sight of a collared boy on my Daddy’s cock. The ginger-haired boy couldn’t have been older than 20. His smooth muscled body was covered in sweat from the workout that Daddy had surely put him through. My eyes moved down his body taking in the deep crevices his muscles created in the dim light. “Shit yeah...” I moaned as I moved to see the dripping fat cock jutting up from his shaved crotch. Underneath the shaft, lay two fat orbs capable of producing streams of cum. I smiled remembering my first night, of course he would be shaved. My cunt lips began to throb, wanting to feel that shaft fill me. “So, what do you think cunt?” puppy asked, placing his hands on my shoulders and resting his chin. “Yes!” was all I could answer as I continued studying the boy. “Look at the arch, he’s fucking presenting cunt.” puppy grinned and pushed his swelling cock into my back. We continued, discussing the boy like a piece of meat. Glancing back at puppy, I asked what I knew to be true. “Is this what it was like before that night? Did you discuss me?” Pushing his cock further against my back, he grunted. Then we heard it, Daddy’s tell... he was about to feed the boy. “Fuck!” Daddy exclaimed as he held the boy’s head against his crotch and shot a heavy load down his throat. Watching for the boy’s next move, we stood still. “YES!” we both exclaimed loudly as he continued on Daddy’s cock, his throat muscles continuing to milk our Daddy’s shaft. At the sound of us, the boy quickly fell back... Yes, he was just like me... not expecting anyone else to be here. The boy sat on his haunches, not knowing what to say. “Boy...” Daddy, stated matter-of-factly, “The one in red is puppy... the spun-out whore there in yellow is, he paused, cuntboy... this is boy.” Seeing boy’s reaction, I looked at puppy. Smiling, he motioned me to look at the mirror. Slowly, I moved forward... past the muscled boy staring at me on the floor. “OH FUCK!” I moaned... It was the first time I had seen it... my ball sac was fucking obscene!... my hands moved to melon sized yellow mass between my legs as my fingers traced the edges of the stretched-out mesh barely containing my sac. There was no way I would be able to hide this. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” boy repeated as I continued to take it in. “Well,” Daddy impatiently asked... I looked up, seeing Daddy reflection as he watched my reaction to the reveal. “Fuck yes!” I growled... “This is what I always wanted!” I grinned, holding my sac with both hands feeling the weight pulling down on my sac. “Thank you, Daddy!” Smiling, Daddy motioned me to continue as he moved to boy. Releasing my sac, I saw what he was talking about... “Fuck!” I moaned, seeing the hard-erect inch long cones of flesh. Raising my hands to my pecs, I traced the silver-dollar sized areolas with my fingers as the leather wrist restraints rubbed against my swollen pecs. I moved to grasp my tits... feeling the hard tissue that had formed. “Yes, fucking permanently hard tits,” Daddy growled. “You like those, boy?” he asked, reaching down and twisting boy’s tits. Letting out a grunt, boy nodded, still speechless. Laughing, puppy moved to me holding a mirror. “One last thing,” he said, placing the mirror underneath me. Giving him a wink, I spread my legs and crouched to reveal the bloated mound of flesh that my cunt lips had become. I willed my cunt to close and my gape disappeared, leaving the cratered mass of my bloated cunt lips protruding over an inch and a half. “Shit yeah... fucking cunt.” I moaned as my cunt expanded and released its musky juices onto the glass. I fell to my knees to signify the acceptance of my transformation and began to clean the mirror with my tongue. Pulling me up, puppy laughed and turned me to the mirror again and held me tight. Reaching up to my collar, he grasped the shiny tag in his hand. Looking directly into my eyes, he revealed the inscription, “Cunt.” I smiled and dropped to my knees. “I know this may be a bit much for you boy,” Daddy calmly said, as he stood behind boy, his hands squarely on the now kneeling boy’s shoulders. “But I think somewhere in you, it fucking turns you on.” Daddy smirked as he motioned to boy’s still throbbing cock. It was true... throughout the reveal, that fat cock jutted out from his smooth crotch! I moaned, the hunger and cravings for the white crystals overtaking me. Seeing this, puppy grabbed one of the glass pipes and packed it tightly. “Please!” I begged as my alpha ignored me and moved to boy. Taking the pipe, boy held it in his mouth as puppy knelt and lit the bowl. “Good boy,” Daddy squeezed his shoulders and boy inhaled deeply. “Fucking boy!” puppy growled as the thick cloud of smoke slowly escaped through his nostrils and my alpha fed him another. Seeing the effects take, puppy moved in... Their lips meeting... Their tongues clashing as they devoured each other in a drug fueled lust. With a devilish grin, puppy released boy's mouth and whispered in his ear. He placed the pipe back in boy’s mouth and handed him the torch. With a smirk, boy lit the pipe and inhaled. Blowing the smoke in my direction as I whimpered. Spreading his legs, boy held the pipe in front of his cock. His hands jerked up and down, motioning me forward. “YES!!” I growled loudly. I crawled between boy’s legs... my lips moving to the pipe. Pulling the pipe back into his mouth, boy growled and nodded to his cock. I smiled and took boy’s cock into my mouth as he let out one word, “Cunt...” The End

This feedback almost makes me want to start an official club just for men I've knocked up. 😉

John and Sam pulled me up off the mattress and put me in the sling. Restraints went around my feet and ankles. Nolan moved a stool in front of my ass, and pulled the drawers closer to him, while Sam put a gas mask over my head. Nolan had applied some lube to his gloves and began working his meaty fingers into my hole. I could see John and Will on the bed; John tied down with a ball gag while Will lightly paddled him. I started feeling Nolan hitting deeper in my guts with his fingers, and precum leaking out of my rock hard dick. Sam attached something to the gas mask, but it wasn't a tube. It was a bag. i realized this was another version of breath control that Sam loved. i started getting light headed as Sam stood by my head, tweaking his and mine nipples. Suddenly Nolans fingers were gone, and replaced by a medium sized dildo. He began aggressively working it into my hole. "Fuck, I thought Sam was exaggerating when he told me about this pussy, but he was right". My hole gripped the dildo as he maneuvered it in and out, my precum soaking the jockstrap. Occasionally Sam would release a little valve on the bag allowing fresh air into the mask; and I could hear John moaning as Will had put a vibrator in his cunt and was edging his cock with a vibrator. This went on for about 15 minutes, before Will called out "Hey you guys want to switch for a bit?". Nolan left the dildo in my hole, as him and Sam moved to the bed where Jake was. "I prefer something with a bit more girth", he smirked at me. He pulled the dildo out and it was replaced by a large plug. It sat fairly comfortably in me, but then Will started working his fingers inside along it, stretching my pussy out. I started moaning more and more, he could tell it was becoming painful, I had never been stretched that much before. He took the bag off, fiddled with something on the bench, then replaced it. Only this time there was a swab soaked with poppers in the bag. I inhaled and after a couple minutes rebreathing the poppers, my pussy was as loose as ever. "Fuck", will groaned as he slid the plug out and looked at my gaping hole. i could feel air rushing in as it opened and closed. "Hey, I gotta piss", Sam called out. "Yea me too", said Will. "Lets give John a break". They untied him from the bed, and all stood around for a couple minutes, drinking water and some beer while I just hung in the sling. "Hey, lets cut the new kid some slack, I'm sure he's thirsty too", Nolan said. Will moved over to me and removed the mask from my head, I gasped at the fresh air. "You need something to drink little cub?" "Yes", I gasped. "Ok open up". Suddenly I had Will's cock in my mouth. Other than the time Sam had pissed in me I'd never done water sports. He started pissing in my mouth, and I'm proud to say that I drank it all and didn't spill a drop. Jake moved over and repeated the process. "Look who I found wandering upstairs", Nolan joked. I didn't realize he had gone upstairs, but there was someone else with him and I almost vomited up all the piss. There in the basement, naked with me in the sling and five bears, was my ex, Curt. "Holy shit Matt!?", he exclaimed gawking at me in the sling. "Whoa, wait you two know each other?" Nolan asked in mixed disbelief and amusement. "Yea, we dated for like five months. I didn't know this was the boy you were having when I mentioned I would be passing through town." At this point Sam looked visibly concerned, he knew my history with my ex but clearly had no idea he would be the other guy Nolan invited. And Nolan seemed genuinely shocked at the scenario. "We were never this wild though, looks like you've done a good job breaking him in". Nolan replied with "Well your welcome to stay, he doesn't say much and just takes it like a good little cub if you wanna stay", Nolan said. "Fuck yea, I miss those holes. Some of the best I've had". Sam leaned down and whispered "Are you ok with this?" visibly concerned (again, dominant but always wants whats best for me). I decided not to think about it too hard and nodded. He may have been borderline sociopathic, but I'd had some of the best sex of my life with Curt. Plus, I knew that Sam would never let anything happen. "Well he's been super thirsty, so we've been helping him hydrate", Will said. "Perfect, cause I have to piss bad". Kurt stuck his 8.5in cock in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. By this point I thought I was going to explode. "Don't want to have him getting sick, I'll just go in the other one", Sam said as he removed the cod piece from his jock and stuck it in my cunt. He stood there for a minute releasing a forceful stream into my pussy. "Ok, my turn then back to business," said Nolan as he removed his own rubber piece, and out sprang a gorgeous 9in uncut cock. Sam had put the poppers hood back on me, which was good cause I needed all the help I could get. Nolan slowly inched into me, and when I felt his pubes on my ass, released his stream. Something about his throbbing cock triggered something inside me, and before I could control it my own cock was leaking piss everywhere. "Fuck we must be doing a good job", Will exclaimed. He had blindfolded John and put his hand in some ceiling restraints and was edging him. It was Sams turn to use my battered hole while Nolan and Curt sucked each other. After about an hour, Will exclaimed "Ok, I gotta bust a load in that pussy". Sam moved to stand at my head, as Will sunk his cock right into me: aided by the copious lube and piss that was leaking out. He started with long deep strokes, and made sure to just barely pull out before plunging back in. After fifteen minutes his breathing changed and exclaimed "Fuck, I'm going to cum". He leaned in as I felt my first load of the night. "Fuck, I'm going to look forward to more of that when I can". He moved away and was replaced by Jake; who although had been a bottom clearly wanted to breed me. He jack hammered away and must have been very close before because it didn't take long before he yelled and gave me my second load. "You're gonna make a great addition to our friend group." Now it was Kurt's turn. He slammed into me with no warning, and I groaned into the mask. "Fuck I don't know why I ever let you break up with me. If I had known you would turn into this little pig I'd have tried a lot harder". At this point I was moaning in ecstasy. "Yea, we're gonna have to rethink our arrangement", Kurt said as sweat poured off him and he added his load. Now it was Nolan's turn. He was more forgiving but still forceful as he entered me. As he started fucking me I became aware of another sensation in my hole though, and could tell he was trying to get as deep as possible. Suddenly I felt something give in my body and the strangest sensation of my life, and he had smiled. That was the first time I had a guy breach my second sphincter. "Fuck I'm gonna have you around all the time now", he said and then bellowed as he came deeper in me than anyone before. Finally Sam took his place, he fucked me forcefully but held me gently, dumping his load in me after ten minutes. "i love you boy", he whispered as he used his rock hard cock to massage everyone's cum into me. They spent the next couple hours dumping loads and more piss in me, until finally exhausted they all went upstairs. Sam and Nolan took me down from the sling, I was exhausted and couldn't stand. They got me into a shower and cleaned me inside and out, before putting me into a yellow and blue jock strap. They helped me into bed and shut the lights off, then got into bed with me. Nolan kissed my neck as Sam slid his meaty paw into my cheeks, and I fell asleep squeezed between two of my bears. ................................................

Do Not EVER do this! You could’ve easily wound up needing to go to the ER. I’ve heard too many horror stories. Don’t be that person.

The next couple of months went by in a blur. It was interesting how quickly I adjusted to a new life. Once a week I would make the trip over to Sams place. This usually involved dinner and some heavy fucking afterwards. Sometimes it was just sex, but often times it was as heavy as the first time we fucked, if not more. He pushed my limits In all kinds of ways: stringing my hands above my head and flogging my body. Forcing me to eat his sweaty ass after he'd been working outside (I almost passed out one time because he likes to put his full weight on me and almost literally smother me). Edging me for hours on end. One time after fucking me the first time, he recovered and fucked me again, only this time after giving me his second load he started pissing in my hole. I quickly learned that he didn't care if I got to cum or not, but he always came in my ass multiple times. I had even told him I'd thought of getting my nipples pierced. And by this point he had tortured them enough and used all sorts of clamps that they had become the size of quarters and constantly tender. One evening, after giving me my first load and thirty minutes with the poppers mask, he went to the bathroom and came back. I didn't pay too much attention to what he was doing (he had put a vibrator in my ass) but I suddenly felt a sharp quick pain at both of my nipples. When I looked at them, they had two brand new piercings. "There, nothing to think about now", he said as he pulled the vibrator out and started fucking me again. But that's how it was with him: he was my dominant bear daddy, and I was his little sub. But everything he said or did made it clear he only wanted the best for me, even when he was paddling my ass and filling me with piss. One weekend around the holidays he invited me to one of his boyfriends house. Now I had never met the one he lived with; that one just let him fuck around but wasn't about it. And that night I was going to meet his other one. There would be a mix or straight and gay guys, so naturally I said yes. I got there a little early, but he was excited to see me, and introduced me to his other significant other, Nolan. He looked to be about early 40's, same as Sam, but with less of a belly. He was about my height and definitely had the rugged look as well. Same came up and whispered "he has a big gift for you when everyone leaves". The evening wore on, and I got increasingly more buzzed (I get nervous around crowds and with people I don't know well). Eventually I started looking for Sam. I asked one of his friends if he had seen him. "No, but I like what I see in front of me", he replied with a wink. He leaned in and started kissing me. I realized this was probably not a good idea, as I was a guest and didn't want to do anything embarrassing, so I excused myself for the bathroom. When I came out, more people had left but the guy was waiting outside the door. "Come on, it will be fun", he said trying to force himself on me. Now I had no problem being a sub with a guy, but after getting roofied and messed up pretty bad by a guy in college, when I said no I meant it. I moved around him, and suddenly ran into Sam. "Hey what's wrong?" I told him and he said he'd have a chat with the guy. By this point there were just the gays left: Sam, his pushy friend, Nolan, myself, their friend John, and Will. John and Will were both about mid-thirties, bear types but cute and very friendly. They came over and we went outside to pass a joint. They got a little handsy but were very respectful, John going just far enough to kiss me on the cheek before making out with Will. "Come on, we want to show you something". We went back inside, by this point everyone had left, except I noticed a door was open. John took my hand and led me to it. It went to the basement, and I definitely wasn't prepared for what I saw. The music was loud and the light strung along the walls kept changing color. There was a bed with couple pillows and rubber sheets against one wall. In another corner was a huge sex swing. Hoods and toys lined a couple shelves, and some drawers where I could see poppers and some types of lube. On a metal chair Sam had stripped and with just a harness on was getting a blow job from his creepy friend. "That looks pretty good, you want some?" said Will. I nodded yes and he started kissing me as John undid my pants. He sucked me for a few minutes before moving off. Will ordered me to strip and put a spare red harness over me with a leather red jock. He stripped to reveal his own harness and jock. Instead of pulling out his meat, he turned around and forced my head into his hole. I spent a couple minutes lapping at it, when I felt a finger at my hole. I turned around and there was the creepy dude. He leaned in and started whispering all kinds of obscenities, like how I would pay for shutting him down earlier. At this point Jake had returned wearing a singlet with no ass, and could see I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. "Come on, we need a talk", he said pulling the guy up and going up the stairs with him. "Sorry, he always gets like this with new guys. He's actually pretty cool but comes off way too strong." He pulled me towards the mattress, making out as we went. He laid down on it and pulled me on top, forcing my mouth on his 8in cock and eating my ass. A couple minutes later I was feeling much more relaxed, when I heard a voice. "Get him in the sling, we want some fun". I looked up and felt my mouth watering. Sam had changed into boots with a leather jockstrap, harness, gloves, and hat. Nolan stood there in a red latex suite. Black boots went almost all the way up his calves, and he wore red and black gloves that went up his forearms. "I want to see this cunt I've been missing out on", Nolan growled. ............................................

Mike hit send and then went back to looking at some more post. After about 30 minutes his phone dinged with a text message, he picked it up and looked. He didn’t recognize the number but it was in his area code. Opening the message it read. “Hi Mike, thanks for the interest in my service, I like your state of mind and look forward to furthering this process. My assistant will be in touch with you soon. Thanks again. Dr. X” Mike was in shock reading the text, he had to re-read is several times. He actually got a reply. Was this guy actually in his area? Or was he using an app to use local numbers for clients? Either way, Mike was both nervous and extremely excited with this. He honestly thought he would never hear anything. His mind raced with thoughts about what was going to happen. He was very excited with the thought of possibility being selected, but how was this going to happen? How would the actually work. Mike didn’t have to wait long before he would get his answers. About ten minutes passed and his phone started ringing. Another unknown number but in the same area code. Mike answered “Hello”. From the other end, a soft spoken male voice replied. “Hello, is this Mike?” “Yes it is” Mike replied. ”Hi, this is Jason with Dr. X’s Office. I was calling in regards to your message about the service. Do you have a few minutes to discuss it?” ”Yes I do, and thank you for getting back with me.” ”No problem, I’m glad you are interested in the service, and it looks like you are in the area so that will make travel arrangements much easier. So basically today, I would like to go over a short questionnaire to see if this will be a good fit for you and the Dr. we find this helps to weed out the guys looking for a thrill or guys who are not looking for the right reasons. Does this sound okay to you Mike?” ”Yeah, I’m okay with that and I honestly appreciate it. “ ”Great, well let’s get started and once we have the answers and if you seem to be a good fit, we can talk about the appointment and process involved.” “Sounds good” ”What do you consider to be your orientation?” ”I would say Bi-Sexual ”Are you currently active with both sexes? ”With men more than women” ”Would you still engage in sexual intercourse with women if you are insemnitated?” ”Only with consent and would use condoms if we did. I Have had a vasectomy, but still wouldn’t want to inseminate a woman unnecessarily.” ”Good to know. Are you married?” ”No” ”Have you been married?” ”Yes, I was married for ten years to a woman” ”Children?” ”Yes, two” ”Do they know that you are Bi?” ”No” ”If selected for insemination, will you tell them?” ”Only if medically necessary” ”Okay, now for sex with other men. Are strictly a bottom, or are you a top also?” ”Mostly a bottom, I have topped before, but I prefer bottoming” ”Do you like oral? Give or Receive?” ”I like to give and receive oral” “Swallow?” ”Yes” ”Do you like to be intimate with men, or is it more about the physical act of sex?” ”I’m more into the physical act, I’m not really into kissing and other things with men” ”What’s your favorite way to have sex with men?” “My favorite would be more of an anon scene. Prepped and ready for the top to mount me and use my hole for his pleasure until he cums” ”Do you let them ejaculate inside of you?” ”Yes, I only have sex bareback and always let the top ejaculate inside of me. It brings me pleasure to feel his cum inside of me” ”Do you ever ejaculate while bottoming? Hands free or manually?” ”I don’t usually masturbate while bottoming, I have ejaculated while bottoming though” ”When was your first experience with a man?” ”I was 14, my best friend and I started giving each other blow jobs” “Did you perform oral to completion then?” ”Yes, that was the first time I ever tasted cum” ”Did you like it?” ”Not at first, but after a couple times, I started to enjoy it” “When was your first experience with anal sex?” ”That was also with my best friend, we both tried it with each other” ”Did you penetrate him?” ”Yes, but he said it hurt, so I pull out. I tried to bottom for him then and it was the same. It hurt too much so he also pulled out” “Did you use condoms?” ”No” ”Do you still have sex with your best friend?” ”No, we do not live near each other anymore. We stopped when we were around 16” “Okay, when was your next sexual experience with a man?” ”That would be years later, while I was married, I always desired it, but never acted on it until the Internet became a way to find other guys online. I got together with an older gentleman and we would perform oral on each other, after a few times, he asked if he could top me. That would be my first true bottoming experience. We used condoms.” ”How many times did you bottom for him?” ”Six times” ”When did you start barebacking?” ”That would be my next encounter. The guy I had been getting together with moved out of state, so I started looking online for another guy to have some fun with. I found him on Manhunt. His name is Bill. I contacted him after reading his profile and seeing he was a total top. When he replied he told me he only tops bare. I was scared, but something about him made me feel okay to try it. He is the one who really trained me to be a good bottom and he was the first to ever ejaculate in me.” ”Very nice! It’s always good to have a good teacher to show you the ropes. Are you still active with him?” ”When we can, our schedules are out of sync now. He works nights.” “Besides Bill, do you have any other ongoing active partners?” ”No, all others are just one time or anonymous hook ups “ ”You said you’ve never had an STD?” ”Shockingly, No” ”Okay that’s enough background. If you’re selected for insemination will you continue bottoming?” “I plan to, but will always let the top know my status” ”Condoms?” ”No” ”Will you top?” ”Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m not looking to infect anyone, so that will be something that will have to be determined with time and deep reflection. I can honestly say right now the answer is no, this is about my own path and life. But who knows what the future will hold” ”I like that answer! I think the Dr. will too. Would you ever stealth someone?” ”No. for one thing, I will always disclose my status and let the person know I do not use condoms. The other would be the legal side” ”Good! Okay, I think we’re good with the questioning.” So next step, will be for me to share this with the Dr. He will make the final decision. If selected, I will contact you again and we will go over to whole process, expectations, and any questions you have. Sound good?” ”Yeah that sounds great! Thank you so much and I look forward to hearing from you hopefully” ”I can honestly say that the Dr. will like what he sees, but I can’t guarantee it. Thank you for your time Mike and hopefull will be contacting you soon. Bye Mike” ”Goodbye”’

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

lt's fun to meet a faggot to fuck it and piss on it but sometimes its fun to just piss on some whore with no warning at all. lt really puts them in their place and reminds them that I have no respect for them as a person. One time l was in a porntheatre and one of the regular community fuckholes was there so when he came over and got on his knees to blow me l made him take off all his clothes and hand them to me. Skinny little 110 pound faggot so the old trolls loved breeding him. So I offered his ass and mouth to a few other randoms and pulled out a huge dildo and rammed it up his ass to fuck the loads into him.After I fucked the whore doggystyle on the dirty floor l made him fuck my load in with the dildo on his hands and knees on the floor and pissed all over him. Even got him to look up so I could piss in his face. Another time @LittleCumSewerwas in a public restroom at the mall taking loads naked in a stall and I went in and pissed on him then pulled him out of the stall naked and bent him over the sinks and fucked him up the ass with a couple guys watching soaked in my piss. Do you ever just piss on a faggot without him asking for it or warning it?

I was tipped off to these videos by an ex who is trained as a microbiologist. Dr. Mike Hansen posts videos on YouTube about various health concerns. These videos are fairly technical and long. He does try to spice things up with a joke here and there; he has a perfect deadpan delivery. Also, he's not unpleasant to look at.

AS I STATED IN PART ONE OF THIS MULTIPART EXPERIENCE: Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. PART 2 – THURSDAY, SUNSET INTERLUDE Jimmy pulled me into the bathroom telling me we had someplace to go and should do a quick rinse in the shower – as the water hit us from all directions we started deep kissing and rubbing our horny cocks against each other when all of a sudden I felt a warmth coming from that big tool between us. Awesome, the sexy fucker was pissing between us, so I let go of my piss too and we laughed and joked like two school kids as we soaked each other down. We soaped up and toweled off, and then he had me bend over for a booty bump from a needleless syringe, following with one for himself. He told me – boots, socks, jock, cutoffs and tossed me a sleeveless flannel shirt. Out the lower door and into a Miata convertible we went and he headed out to Herring Cove as he said, “to suck straight guys, swim and fuck a bit and watch the sunset.” Well, okay. This guy did have a thing about scheduling, but that was cool, I was up for it. When I lived in P’town I usually hit the Dunes around 4pm so my Irish skin wouldn’t fry, but still getting some sun and some outdoor sex with the other gay guys out there. I didn’t know all those years, that later, around 6, some of the local straight guys went out there for some oral service. Jimmy said he was a regular for that. Obviously Jimmy shared my love of getting straight guys into the scene a bit, although this seemed to be more the pump and dump type deal than I usually did – but hey, I was cool and up for it so I followed his lead as we parked at the far end of the beach lot. On the ride he mentioned that some of the guys really liked to get dominant and abusive and he knew that was NOT my scene – even bottoming I don’t do submissive, it’s just not me - so he told me he’d give me a sign if there were “regulars” there that I would not have fun with. We got onto one of the trails through the dune scrub brush and came out on the edge of the beach around the place where earlier in the day the “straight” section of the beach bordered with the “lesbian” section of the beach – the gay men’s section was even further from the lot on the far side of the lesbian section. Of course, the sun worshippers were gone at this point, and there were just a few folks, mostly men, wandering along the water’s edge. We “set up shop” in a little group of dune plum and dune birch trees just a few feet from the edge of the beach area – Jimmy stuck out a beach umbrella that screened things a bit more, laid down a blanket for us to kneel on, pulled out poppers, got us both on our knees and settled in to wait for “customers”. He pulled out a little pre-loaded pipe melted it a bit and took a puff or two, handing it to me to do the same. It probably wasn’t five minutes before we heard a stealthy approach. Two middle-aged guys came into our bower through the brush and the first one smirked and remarked, “Two cocksuckers – nice, no waiting today.” He was bald and slightly chunky and his buddy was taller, very skinny, with a graying ponytail and both were engaged in pulling their cocks out of their grey dickies-type workpants. Both wore well-used scuffed construction boots, and work-shirts with grease and oil stains. I vaguely recognized them from a car and boat engine repair shop in town. Baldy had a thick, uncut tool and ponytail had a longer, thinner cropped tool. Jimmy signaled me a “no” for the bald guy and motioned me towards his skinnier friend. Fine by me – I motioned the guy over and undid his pants some more as the talkative buddy growled “you got those little bottles anywhere cocksucker?” Jimmy took his bottle of poppers, shook them a bit, took a huge huff and handed them over. I did the same with mine and my guy, who proceeded to take a couple of snorts with each nostril and then handed me back the bottle – I took another huff and the stuff hit me and suddenly I was all about servicing that straight man cock. Fortunately, it curved down slightly as he was soon groaning and pulling me on to it all the way to his pubes, and the curve let it go all the way down my throat without gagging or wanting to. We both obviously enjoyed the feel of his rod lodged all the way to his balls in my throat and I worked my throat muscles to squeeze him and drive him really crazy. I gave that townie and his long circumcised screwdriver excellent oral service lasting a good 15 minutes, bringing him to the edge and back a couple of times before I let him finally explode down my throat. All the while his partner in crime was spewing all sorts of trash talk that frankly if I’d been working on him would have made me nuts – I probably would have broken his nose had he sent those remarks my way… Jimmy was smart to direct me AWAY from the guy, but he seemed to enjoy the humiliating monologue, so hey, whatever gets ya’ off, right? He finished off his guy not too long after I finished mine. And with a soft “thanks” from my dude, and a derogatory crack from the other, they were off and back to their car. Much to Jimmy’s disappointment, we only sucked off one more guy each… both very nervous and very fast shooters. I barely remember them other than mine was uncut and tasted pretty good. As the sun started setting, Jimmy led me down to the water for a skinny-dip and a bit of fooling around ourselves before he decided we should pack up and head back to town to get ready for the leather party we were going to that night. We hopped back into his car and headed back to his place, with a quick stop at my guest house to pick up one or two leather items I thought would be good for the evening. I mentioned Fratboy wanting to join us later and asked if that was cool – Jimmy was up for that so long as we could get him properly geared up, which between us wouldn’t be too hard. The kid had told me his hubby was planning on an early night and would likely take an Ambien by 10pm and would expect him to go out and enjoy himself. PART 3 - THURSDAY NIGHT - GETTING IN THE MOOD We arrived back at Jimmy’s place and headed for the playroom. He dimmed the lights some, put the porn on with low volume and gave us both a bit of g mixed with Gatorade to help us relax a bit before getting ready for the party in a few hours. We just laid back, naked, sometimes chatting, sometimes eyes closed, always with a tug or two on the other’s cock, or a tweak or tug on a nipple. I actually kind of dozed for a bit and I believe he did too, until his cell phone rang, and he stirred to check the caller ID. He jumped up, tossing a “be right back” over his shoulder and crossed the hall to his office. I stirred also, seeing that it was pretty much time to start getting ready. I was taking a hit from the bong when he returned with a bit of a frown. “Anything wrong?” I asked. He reached for the glassware and dropped down beside me with a pout that for all the world made him look like a school kid having a temper tantrum. “Best laid plans… damn,” he started. “Gonna have to change some of the plans for the weekend. My boyfriend is coming in for a day tomorrow, so I’m going to have to leave you on your own – just tomorrow – and then we’ll hook back up Saturday for the special group that night…. Sorry.” I told him that was okay, and he was very relieved. Apparently, his other half, like mine doesn’t party and only does groups and scenes on rare occasions. According to Jimmy, he spent only about half his time in P’Town (and other than Christmas/New Years, no time at all during the winter). He usually didn’t mind Jimmy playing in the dungeon after he went to bed, but being home only one day, plus needing to do some legal stuff with Jimmy for some new artwork, he wanted Jimmy to himself for the whole day. “Understandable,” I told him, “don’t worry I’ll be fine!” We each did a quick touch-up with his shower-shot to make sure we were still set for anal play of any sort. We both had some yogurt and some pineapple and grapes, then continued dressing taking a few hits off the bong. I was in laced 16-inch black leather boots, leather chap-shorts with removable front panel and ass panel, chest harness with a strap to a metal cockring under the shorts, a leather vest, right AND left black leather bicep bands, and a black leather ball cap. Jimmy chose rubber, having me powder him all over, he wormed his way into a rubber assless singlet with what I can only describe as a black gladiator skirt (inch wide strips of black rubber all the way round his waist) so he wouldn’t get hassled about his ass being completely exposed. He carried that “roman” look into his footwear which looked more like black leather gladiator sandals than actual boots. He had a leather vest with laced sides and a black leather do-rag on his head. He also had right and left armbands, but metal. He checked the time (again!), saying “perfect, let’s go”. Throwing some stuff into a leather sling bag, he guided me out the office door and locked it behind him. Our first stop was the A-House just to check out the Macho Bar for a bit. Just like in “the old days”, Adam was working the door. Seeing us walk up, he just grabbed me by the back of the neck and laid one on me, finally saying “well look who’s back in town?” Adam was a town legend… a former marine, blond, buzz cut, huge pecs with huge ring piercings, smooth skinned muscular, and the kinkiest greediest fisting bottom you’ll ever encounter. When off-duty, simply walking around town during the day, he wore cutoffs, white socks and construction boots ONLY – the shorts generally ripped, and the boots… no joke, the guy wore boots with metal eye bolts sticking out sideways from the heels so that any piece of rope could become an instant sling for him in an emergency. He and I had played a number of times during my summers living there, he being the first guy I ever got both my fists into at the same time… Everyone had considered the guy to be a walking porn film, and now 10 years later he still was. Jimmy was quite pleased to discover we knew each other, as coincidentally, Adam would be at the party at his place later. That made me smile. We milled around the upstairs bar, checking out the early crowd, me drinking ginger ale (I can’t drink and party at the same time). After 20 minutes or so, I got a message on my phone from Fratboy, that his husband had taken his pill and had gone to sleep. We told him to meet us at my room in 10 minutes. Jimmy downed whatever he was drinking, and we clomped down the stairs and out the door past Adam (from whom I got a promise to spend some quality time with at the party). We walked back to The Ranch and headed up to my room. We’d hardly sat on the bed and pulled out the pipe when there was a knock, and Fratboy slipped in. Closing the door behind him, Jimmy handed him the pipe but held the torch since I told him the kid was a newbie. “Okay, guys, at this point I should be a good host and do an actual introduction, but despite me having had sex with you several times over the past 3 years, I actually don’t know your name…”. Fratboy had been holding a hit but spewed out a startled cloud laughing and coughing. That’s when I found out his name was not “Fratboy” but Kieran, and he learned mine was John and not “Dude”. Jimmy asked if Kieran had prepped himself and was ready for a wild night and when the answer was affirmative, Jimmy said “we have to catch you up, bend over”. Pulling the kid’s shorts down, Jimmy dropped and licked K’s ass a bit then inserted a BIG crystal. Chuckling, he then followed up with one for him and one for me if slightly smaller. I passed Kieran a full size Viagra (he was young, BUT… better safe than sorry), while I topped up my earlier dose with a 25, Jimmy had his own. We stripped Kieran down, then started putting together some gear. Fortunately, he was also size 10 ½ so he could wear my other boots - black leather engineers. Jimmy pulled out black neoprene shorts, and I put my spare chain harness and two black leather thong type armbands on him. He had his own black sleeveless denim shirt to go over but leave open, and I put another black ball cap on him, while Jimmy pulled out the finishing touch, a thick black leather collar with a black leather leash. Kieran nearly blew a load just looking at himself in the mirror. Doing a few more copious hits each, with both Jimmy and I shot-gunning them to Kieran, we headed out and up the street to the leather night at Backstreet. There was a good crowd downstairs, and Jimmy indicated the DJ booth. Low and behold another old friend, Manny was DJing, and let us in the booth. He took a minute then recognized me, we having played a few times as well, the years had treated him as well as Adam – now he looked like a Latino Satyr with salt and pepper buzz cut, and silver among the black in his satanic Vandyke goatee. However, he didn’t know I partied, and made sure to shotgun me when we gave him a surreptitious hit. Hoping his big P.A.’d Latino cock and beautiful hairy ass would be on offer later, we left our bag, our vests and K’s shirt, and my front and back panels from my shorts (codpiece on my cock, but ass exposed) and Jimmy’s gladiator skirt in the booth. That’s when our fratboy discovered his neoprene shorts had a fly in the back as well as the front! On the dance floor, we three plowed right into the crowd, finding a home close to the center and in front of the DJ booth. Not only were our hands groping each other’s asses, and crotches and chests, hands around us joined in, and we returned the favor. Hairy guys, smooth guys, muscular torsos, well-padded bear bods, otters, daddies, bois – just lots of hot men of all kinds dancing and coping feels. We’d pop back to the DJ booth to do a few quick hits after every few songs, sharing with Manny as secretly as we could, and we all got a few licks of Manny’s pierced pinga in when he opened his tight leather jeans under the mixing board. The music got a bit more trance-like as the time got closer to Provincetown’s oddly early “witching hour” of 1AM (being a native NY’er, used to our 4am closing, it was odd – but to be fair, allowed for more playtime if you hooked up). The three of us were high, horny and hard, and as the lights went to almost full blackout with the dry ice fog adding mystery – our cocks were out and sliding in each other’s trench, with the occasional insert of a thick head. I noticed that there seemed to be more cocks available than just our three and realized some of our dancefloor neighbors were joining in our fun… that was cool with me, it reminded me of my college days at the NYC leather clubs and dance clubs like Limelight, where a “sneak-fuck” on the dance floor was a much more frequent occurrence. It wasn’t a good idea to be REALLY obvious that there might be some actual sex going on out there – dancing front to back rubbing cock along asscrack (with the occasional slip of the head into a hole for a few strokes and only when the lights were really low) all three of us playing with the others front and back soon became more like 7 or 8. One of the last songs had a driving beat putting us into a circle – crotch to ass, one arm on the guy in front the other on the guy in back and I started feeling myself slipping into other new holes, and feeling new strange cock slip into me. I would have been happy with this going on for a while longer, but Jimmy pulled his phone, checked the time and pulled Kieran and I out of the sweaty group scene, indicating we had to go. Giving two of the couples we were dancing with business card type invites, he whispered to each of the four “Bareback Leather Chem-party at my dungeon tonight – only pnp’ers and everyone needs to be at least partly versatile, hope to see you…” We got our stuff from the booth, all of us giving Manny a kiss and a grope and took the back exit out onto Bradford Street. It was 12:45AM. “We need to get back to my place and open everything up by 1AM so nobody is waiting or worse leaves! I chuckled; it was that punctuality thing again! PART 4 - THURSDAY NIGHT DUNGEON PARTY We walked on Bradford rather than Commercial to save time and got to Jimmy’s in about 5 minutes entering through the office. You should have seen Kieran’s face when he saw the dungeon. Jimmy told us to strip any superfluous portions of our attire (I dropped the vest and the front and back panels of my chap shorts; Kieran lost the shirt and we set him up in a black leather jock). Our host then had us setting out trays of lube, toys, pipes, poppers, maximum impact, Gatorade and fruit. Lights, music and vids seemed to have been pre-set like a stage production. The damn place was so organized we were done before 1:10 when the first buzzer sounded. Two of the guys we just met entered, and several locals followed quickly. Ages ranged from Kieran’s early 20 something to one local who I knew to be approaching 70 (a yoga instructor, he was wiry and toned) with bods from muscle to beer-gut, most hairy a few smooth, cut and uncut, small to very large endowments, nice variety (though at this point we were all white guys, this being Provincetown, but that would change a little as you’ll see). Kieran and I were instructed to get people high, with holes and cocks free or in easy access, while Jimmy kept by the door showing where to put clothes, and how to work the shower and clean up equipment and such. Passing two large water bongs around while asking names (and me greeting the few I actually knew formerly) and telling guys it was clouds and booty bumps for now, no pointing please until our host locks the door at 2. Seeing the next arrivals, I almost dropped the pipe, Kieran whispering to me “What’s that about?” Indicating with my head, I said “the two guys who just came in, I know them… I’ve traded fucks with, and I fisted the boi of that couple but the daddy I’ve only ever been given the opportunity to do a bit of oral with. The daddy is Mack Kiley and he has the biggest white-guy cock I’ve ever seen in my whole piggy life.” “Bigger than Jimmy’s?” K squeaked in a whisper. “Maybe an inch longer but WAY wider. I’ve fantasized being fucked by that work of art since I first met them in 1990. Mack never believed a former top only like me would ever be able to take it, and he HATES when someone tries and then begs off because of pain. Maybe seeing me fucked by Jimmy he’ll change his mind.” As I greeted them, and they not only remembered me, but were very pleased I was there, Kieran just stared until he realized it was rude. It's kind of understandable – they had been and were still an impressive leather couple. Neither was classically handsome but had masculine bearded faces. Danny, the more sub, was now about 35 a hairy otter with a nice hairy husky body from actual construction work, with a pierced uncut cock of average size and a heavenly hairy ass. Mack still looked great – 60ish – a little more chunk over his hairy musculature than 10 years prior, a big hairy ass, and that monster between the legs – a masterpiece of a circumcised cock over 10 inches long, but with a girth of just about 8 inches, with lemon size balls in a velvet sack hanging way low below pulled by a leather ball stretcher. Now, I’ve had a few Latino and African American playmates over the years who were longer by an inch or two (see “ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE: How Big Are Those Cocks?”), but none that girthy by a long shot. I smiled a sly grin when I also realized that Jimmy’s rules were that EVERYONE had to party, and EVERYONE had to be versatile at least part of the time – no total bottoms OR tops. These two hotties did not party back in the 90s, and Mack never did anything but top. Meaning Mack’s big hairy leather daddy butt had to be at least partly available too this evening. Better and better! I headed into the office to check with Jimmy to see if he’d rather I answered the door so he could start playing with his guests only to find him being orally serviced front and rear by two fully shaved leather boys – he thanked me for the offer and told me he’d rather I got the sex started in the other room. Guys were still blowing clouds, but there was shot-gunning turning into kissing all over, asses and cocks being groped and stroked, so checking with Kieran to make sure he was ready, I popped him into a sling. Crouching, I rimmed that pretty ass ‘till it was soaking, all the while coating my hard tool with lube. I stood up and eased my way into him as the majority of guests watched intently, and then the party was on. Some guy I didn’t know got beside K’s head and slid an uncovered cock into his welcoming mouth. Another slipped behind me snapping some clothespins on my nips and rubbing his erection in my crack. An artist from town grabbed my Fratboy’s cock and deep throated it in no time at all, while pushing his very hot ass out and back for easy access – soon a bearded face was buried deep and Art-man moaned around the cock in his mouth. Ah, nirvana, I thought as the cock in my crack breached my hole and slowly began to fuck me, matching his strokes to mine in Kieran’s ass. “Lucky Pierre”, my favorite place to be! This party was starting out perfectly. “You planning on sharing your boy?” asked the guy dicking me. “Of course,” I replied and slipped out, allowing him access to K’s hole. The artist’s ass was free and I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees in preparation to rim that magnificent butt – only to be offered a hit off a water bong by some kind soul – taking a huge rip, I slowly exhaled that t-vapor over and into his sweet pucker. I’d known the guy years ago, but we’d never played – he hadn’t changed much, a bit less tire around the middle, and because he’d always kind of gotten on my nerves I’m afraid I had missed out on his positive aspects (he was known for being very loud and discussing sexual kinks in front of kids and grandmas in his gravelly Brooklyn tones that made Fran Drescher sound pleasant – and BTW, I’m a native NY’er myself, so I’m allowed…). Anyway, here was this dude – smooth all over (hairy is my usual, but on a guy who is naturally smooth, that’s damn sexy too) with olive skin, a magnificent ass I’d just been chowing down on and while taking another bong hit, noticed he had the most perfect smooth velvet skinned incredibly low hanging sack of big balls swinging beneath that ass. That sack had DEFINITELY been stretched by someone who quite obviously enjoyed some CBT play. So, while I rimmed a few minutes more, I batted those eggs hard a few times and his roar of “Fuck Yes” let me know it was appreciated. I followed that by standing and sending my hard cock right up that killer hole. He bucked right back, yelling “pound me!” before stuffing his mouth full of dick again. I gave him the hardest piston fucking I could while spanking his ass with my hands in time to my hip movements. When I pulled out to take a breather, he freed his mouth saying, loudly of course, “Gotta know who the goddamn just gave my ass the fuck I’ve been waiting all month for…”. Then he saw me, recognized me, and crowed, “oh my gawd, I’ve just been bitch fucked by Dudley Do-right!”. See, one of the reasons he got on my nerves so much back when I was a summer resident was because despite the kink pig I was on the inside he constantly referred to me as a Boy Scout, or Captain America, or Luke Skywalker or Captain Kirk, or the All-American Boy, or Neil Armstrong or worse “Goodie Two-Shoes”, because I was kind of a jock and didn’t LOOK edgy or artsy, had no tattoos, no piercings (I would have but my hubby is turned off by them, so why?) and being fifth generation NYC without a “dees, dems, does” accent was apparently too much for him to bear. Apparently, we both missed out on a damn good sex partner due to some preconceptions. So when he pulled the Dudley Do-right bit, instead of getting pissed, I laughed my ass off (and did my best impression of the cartoon character which is actually pretty good). That made him laugh too… and later in the evening, I’d find my hole being filled with that gorgeous ball sack and big eggs of his as he “ball fucked” me. I noticed a few more guys had trickled in, one being an old buddy Clint, who was the bass in a fairly famous gay acapella group. A very large African American bear type, he had the sweetest personality and an ass that could take me to the elbow. He grabbed me from behind, hugging me and laughing and pushed his short but fat cock into me while he licked my earlobe. “So cool seeing you dude! Didn’t expect you here, thought you’d be in the city singing at the Duplex or some shit…” I was really pleased to see him and later in the evening, I reminded him- well, reminded his hole – how double jointed my hands and wrists are! It was shortly 2am, and the last 3 guests – Adam the bouncer, Manny the DJ, and interestingly Lou the candyman were quickly stripping as Jimmy locked the door and pulled his prepared rig, while most of the other party guests broke to do the same. Lou offered to admin me, and as he was prepping I asked where Vice was. “He’s chillin’ in the office, guarding the door and watching straight porn – since the rules are that everyone has to switch hit, he was just not ready for that…” I had to admit, that made sense. Things got wilder and more intense now. I was on my back on a platform with my face under the rimseat, with my cock free to be sucked or ridden, and my butt within reach of anyone next to the platform. I tasted a few hot holes and had several guys ride my cock, while Lou and Jimmy and another dude took turns rimming and fucking me. Nice! But then everyone kind of stepped away… and my hopes for the evening were made. Mack (of the giant tool), his boi Danny and Adam the bouncer were heading my way. I took few major hits from the nearest bong, and got Kieran to throw me some Maximum Impact and a jock that was laying around. I sprayed a copious amount, sniffed and sucked on the cloth, and ducked my head back under the seat. Mack sat that magnificent hairy daddy butt of his right down and I chowed down like a madman. I felt a hot hairy ass sink down onto my hard cock and knew that had to be Danny (since Adam was shaved all over) and then Adam’s location became apparent when I felt a tongue and fingers and some metal start to work my hole. This was getting me really excited – even more when Mack took time away from his pleased growling to say “that’s it boys, get him ready for me, we’re finally gonna have ourselves a fuck, eh stud?” Adam’s fingering got more insistent as he stretched me, and then I felt the cold intrusion – it had to be a syringe for a booty bump – and when he released the contents into me, boy was it a doozy. I was a bit shocked at how much it hit me, then reminded myself of the monster that was about to take up residence inside me, and decided I was pleased. I will say, my hole was accepting Adam’s four fingers, then his pierced cock, then his fingers again quite easily. Mack shifted a couple of times to drop the head of his behemoth into my mouth, then returned his hole to my tongue while his own regular boy got him wet and hard while still riding my cock. At some unseen signal, they all shifted places. Adam and Danny moved to either side of me, tweaking my nips and stroking my cock. Mack moved between my legs slathering that god-cock of his with lube and anal-ease and staring me down. The rimseat was left empty for the moment, apparently so Mack could watch my facial expressions, and I could watch the fattest cock I’ve ever had before or since enter me. Kieran had come close to watch in fascination, horniness and I think a small amount for fear and horror. Lou was fucking him as they stood nearby, and they were the keepers of the Max Impact and poppers. As I took a huff of the former, I felt the cool metal kiss of Mack’s huge gauge PA part my hole. I reminded myself that I actually WANTED this and let myself relax and open – there was no way I would show Mack any pain or discomfort even if there was some. The peach sized head popped in a bit faster than I think either of us expected and I felt the internal spasm that usually produces, but fortunately, was sucking on the jock that very moment, so I didn’t wince or anything. Mack continued a slow entry and I reached out to grab and squeeze his giant nips, smiling up at him and saying “fuck yes, THANK you”. When he bottomed out at last, again, my hole spasmed for a minute then calmed. I felt his balls swing against my butt and marveled at the sensation of being that freaking FULL of that masterpiece of man meat. THAT’s when I saw Mack smile, ear to ear as he said “you ARE enjoying this! Brilliant! Let’s fuck stud.” Fuck we did, thank god he did not pound me the way I’d given it to the artist and a few others already that evening – I couldn’t have handled it – but then I’m brandishing an average length tool while he was sporting a megacock! To this day, that was one of the hottest fucks as a bottom I’ve had in my life… it was a group scene so it was about 15 minutes of him in me, while Adam and Danny either rode one of my arms, or sat on my face or sucked my own rock-hard prick, while I worked my ass muscles as best I could on the beast inside me. And then to my added pleasure, after 15 minutes of a great fuck, Mack sped up his thrusting and bred me. Awesome. It took a few minutes for me to stand without leg tremors, but by the time I had, Mack had taken my place and presented me with his ass – I’d be the first to fuck him that evening. A bit of chowing down on his hairy daddy hole, then a pause as Adam booty bumped HIM, and I began a slow entrance with Mack reminding me that he was even newer to bottoming than I was. I was stunned. That hole was HEAVEN. I felt like a warm silk and velvet vice had grabbed hold of my cock and led me to the promised land. That 60+ mans ass was one sweet sensation (and now, 15 years later at 57 myself, it still gives me hope!) and I’m still not sure which was hotter, finally bottoming for him, or topping him. I gave him a good slow, twisting, sensuous fuck and he really enjoyed it. We broke after about 10 minutes, and headed for refreshments and the pipes, and a few minutes to piss and breathe. The rest of the evening was awesome. I had my fists in Adam, Manny, Clint, Danny, and the artist. All of them fucked me, and as I said, artist guy Seth ball fucked me and got his cock in with his balls for about 5 minutes too. Lou and Jimmy and Kieran and I switched around and Jimmy and I gave Kieran his first Double Penetration. Jimmy had turned the lights on and opened the alcove at the rear of the house for gloryhole work, and several of us got to blow or sink our asses onto the cocks of the guys who appeared intermittently. There’s a buzzer for the guest to use if the sucker is away for a moment, and there was a grainy black and white security cam that showed the guy or guys out there. I couldn’t wait to tell my hubby that I had sucked off the hot Vietnamese owner of the local Chinese restaurant who had a wife and tons of kids, but whom we had always suspected swung a bit our way. At 6AM we helped Jimmy put some stuff away, and the party broke up – unfortunately earlier than it would have had Jimmy’s partner not been coming home unexpectedly as I mentioned. So as we walked out into the early grey morning several of us were trying to figure out how to finish off our tina highs… more shortly…

Smooth sub boy looking for breeding. [deleted]: wwwslut

Continuation from part 1 here: So life went on after my first encounter with a cock. I didn't tell anyone. I was too ashamed. Ashamed that I liked it and scared what would happen to me if anyone found out in my very working class, intolerant environment. I got a girlfriend when I was 16. We went to college together (In UK we go to college at 16 for two years but it's not university like in U.S.) A year passed and she passed everything and I failed. I was too busy getting drunk and being introduced to the joys of mind altering chemicals. We had a good sex life. First girl I really started experimenting with. We were both comfortable with each other and she even gave a me a threesome with her friend (I didn't last long). Saturday in between Good Friday and Easter 2004. Second year of UK college for my GF. I dropped out and was living on welfare. I didn't really care, I had sex and drugs so I didn't really need anything else. She was way above me and we both knew it. It is true that if you can make a woman cum right you can get away with anything. Her class and others from the college are having an Easter party. Of course she invited me and we drank and partied all night. I took a pill quite early on that was wearing thin by the time we left the booked venue and started bar crawling. She had a friend. His first name was the same as Bill and Hillarys surname. A mixed race guy. Tall, confident, a good laugh. We got on well. As the bars were closing my GF's friend asked us if we want to go back to his apartment where he has more drink. Of course we said yes. We got back to his place and you could really tell a student lived here. One single armchair in the corner of the room, cushions all over the floor along with a small portable TV. I immediately dart for the chair, being drunk and self absorbed. I wanted a seat. I sat back and my GF sat on the floor. Her male friend got the glasses and the alcohol (southern comfort) and sat on the floor next to her. We were sitting, joking, laughing, when my GF took her top off to reveal her bra underneath. She said she was hot. I thought nothing of it and quietly hoped for this guy to go to bed so I can fuck my GF. Everything turned so quickly. She turned to him and asked him...quite brazenly in front of me...to get his dick out. He looked at me. Not for approval but in pity and never took his eyes off me while he took down his jeans and put his dick in her mouth. She went straight down on it. Lips on his balls. This was 2004. Internet porn was a joke. Nobody had heard of cuckolding, but this is what was happening to me. It just took a decade for me to learn the word for it. I watched and got hard. I never left or protested. She sucked his dick for 5 minutes or so then looked at me. "Let Clinton sit in the chair and you're going to suck on his balls while I suck his dick". I looked at her horrified...Then stood up briefly to vacate the chair before falling to my knees next to GF. She looked me right in the eye as I was looking up with his balls in my face and she was looking down with his dick in her mouth. She removed it for 3 seconds solely to say to me, loud enough for her friend to hear, "i know you watch gay porn". I said nothing. I just nodded. She asked if I had cock before. I lied. "No". I don't know why I lied, I've always played the straight guy, still to this day. What a charade huh? She started paying me some attention and before long I ended up fucking her from behind while she sucked his dick. She then rode me cowgirl while we both sucked her friends dick and then a short DP which she took quite well. Then she went off to the bathroom, probably to re-adjust her holes. She had barely went through the door when her friend lay down on his back, held his cock up vertically looked at me and said arrogantly..."Sit on it". I stood up. I put my legs either side of his body and spat on my hand, rubbing spit on to my hole. I lowered myself slowly. This was so much different than my first time. I was drunk and high and his dick was a bit thinner. Around 7" though so longer. It hurt but only mildly. After I felt it "pop" past my ring I went the rest of the way in one swift but careful plunge. I felt it hit me straight away. My dick was rock solid. I get all the way down on it and then slowly rise back up. Not long before I'm steadily bouncing on his dick. In walks GF. Of course I was waiting for this. We weren't exactly being sneaky. She crouches down next to us and laughs "I knew it. "Bend 'im over Clint". He throws me off. Nobody told me to but I naturally got on all fours. I'm guessing I was further in to this than I thought. I didn't care about the humiliation or the consequences of any of what was happening. I was so happy cock could feel this good after my first experience was so rough. He fucked me good. For a while. Drink delays orgasms and he pounded at my hole for ages. My gf lay beneath me and started sucking my dick. I think it took literally 10 seconds for me to cum in her mouth. She then shuffled down and told her friend to giver her his too. He pulled out and sprayed over her face (and my ass) after a few minutes. I broke up with my GF shortly afterwards. She wasn't going to be anybodys beard. With a lack of GF, lack of education, lack of cash and lack of prospects I descended more rapidly than you can imagine. I needed to make money and most of all...I needed cock.

He looked to be about 50. Salt and pepper hair with a beard. Wasn't quite a bear, he had the look of a guy that used to be big into working out but stopped. Both arms were covered in tattoos. "Fuck this is a nice hole. Thanks for the invite Connor." "No problem, I figured you wouldn't want to pass up helping to break in a cub in training". I was able to move my head a bit and saw that in addition to Sam, Connor, and Nolan; there were four or five other guys in the room, including the one currently fucking me. "Here boys, I don't want to cum yet, someone else have a turn", the man said. He stepped away and his spot was filled by a college-type jock I had danced with at the club. "Fuck when Connor told me what they had planned for you, I knew I had to get in on it", he said. His dick was average but also pierced. Fortunately I had enough lube and poppers in my system at this point that he slid right in. I moaned as I felt his piercing probe my prostate. "Fuck, I need to get in there. Hold on". Sam maneuvered me so that Connor could slide in underneath. With some pressure and patience, he got his own pierced cock inside me next to the jocks. I saw stars from how much they had stretched me. He just left his cock in there while the jock steadily fucked me. After awhile his breath quickened and I could feel him shoot his load. "Fuck man that was great, haven't DP someone in awhile". He slid out but Connor stayed in. I saw Sam above me, and he closed the blinders back over my eyes again. "More exciting not knowing who's in there isn't it?" Someone forced their cock in me. I groaned and bit the gag, this has to have been Nolan from the size. At this point it felt like I was being split in two. He fucked me for a bit but didn't cum. After awhile, several cocks, and 5 more loads, Connor withdrew his cock (I was amazed that having all those guys rubbing up against his dick inside me didn't make him cum). Suddenly the blinders were removed again. When I looked around, I could see twice as many men as before, none of them the same as the original ones. Suddenly Nolan was at my hole, eating the cum that was leaking out. "Fuck, I love eating a cummy hole". Him and Sam took turns eating me out. "You're going to get to watch this next round", Connor whispered. First up was a college twink that couldn't have been more than 20. His dick was thin and curved, but you could tell he was inexperienced because he came in about 2 minutes. Next was a leather daddy I had seen at the bar and made out with a bit dancing. "Fuck, I could tell at the bar what a little cum dump you are." He fucked me for a solid ten minutes before giving me his load. After that I lost track of who was fucking me. It ranged from college twink to muscle daddy to obese bear and chubby grandpa. All in all I would say I took at least 20 loads. After the group left, the three of them had one final event: Connor slid under me again and into my hole. Sam pushed his big daddy cock in next to him. Together they fucked me until Sam came. He slid out, and in went Nolan, also adding his load and a few seconds later Connor broke through my second sphincter and came deep in me, flooding my ass deeper with all the loads of the night. He got up, and was replaced with Nolan and Sam, who wanted to cum in me together as well. I stayed like that for a few minutes, pinned between them with their cocks in me and all that cum plugged up. Finally they moved off and replaced their cocks with a massive plug, that somehow fit comfortably. They untied me and lowered me down, my legs and arms weak and stiff. "Now it's time for one last thing". Connor took off the latex cod piece, and my own cock sprang out, slick from the cum I had been leaking. "I love fucking a guy, but I was told yours is amazing to see and wanted to try myself", he said as he scooped up some cum that had leaked down my legs, slathering it on his hole and then impaling himself on my cock. "Oh fuck", he said in ecstasy. I'm of average length but pretty thick, he sank to the base in one motion. I could feel other loads in there, and realized that in between topping me, he himself had been getting fucked. He rode me nonstop for ten minutes, but finally I couldn't take it and exploded deep in him. He collapsed on me, panting as I felt those loads coating my insides, and also my cock still in him. I was still hard, so I rolled him over and torturing his nipples I started fucking him. "Fuck yes, give me that load. Been getting them all night, lets see if you give as good as", he exclaimed. I shot another load deep in him, and we collapsed on the bed a sweaty, cummy mess. ...........................................

Here's my take on DP, having seen my boy get DP'ed, and he LOVED it. Both tops, married to each other, had experience with DP. They called it 'their specialty.' One guy had a long and thin dick. The other had a fat shorter cock. Both took a viagra to be as rock-hard as possible for a long time. All three of us took turns on my boy's bare hole. We got him well warmed up and loosened. The guy with the shorter fatter cock laid down on his back, and my boy sat down on his cock, riding him. He leaned forward so they could make out. The guy with the longer dick mounted him. I jerked off as their cocks split my boy's hole wide open. I then stood on the bed facing the guy most on top. He blew me while he and his husband railed my boy DP. The guy on the bottom stayed relatively still, planted deep, and the other guy did the actual fucking. They both filled my boy's hole up with their seed until it leaked out in streaks when they both pulled out.

A couple weeks later I was at work and my phone pinged with a message from Nolan. He said him and Sam had rented a hotel in Boston for New Years Eve and gotten tickets to an event at one of the gay bars in Boston; asking if I wanted to tag along. I smiled and replied I'd love to. "Great!! Btw our other friend is going to tag along. He's from NH too but couldn't make it to the party the other night. Don't worry I already showed him your pic, he doesn't know you LOL." I responded that I was looking forward to it and chuckled. I hadn't heard from Curt since that night in the basement, but not surprising. I was sure it wasn't the last I'd see him but for now the closure was good enough. The next couple weeks went by quickly but with no sex; everyone was busy with the holidays. Finally NYE rolled around. I got to Sams house and he loaded a small and large black duffel into my car. "We always pack a lot when we travel", he said with a wink. He also had a gift for me: my own gas mask, some poppers, and a cock cage "We'll get you into that later", he said with a long kiss. We picked up Nolan who also had two bags. The two hour drive to the city gave us time to catch up. We checked into the hotel around 4. When we were in the room, they each took a small bottle out of their bags and tossed one to me. "What is it?", I asked. "Generic liquid Viagra. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your boner, it just makes them wild when you do get one for a day or two". I downed it, gagging a little at the foul taste. We spent the next hour just chilling naked, enjoying each others company, when there was a knock at the door. Nolan answered it and their friend entered, giving him and Sam two big kisses. "You must be Matt, right? I'm Connor", he said surprising me with a hug. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but Connor surprised me. He must have only been a few years older than me, blonde hair and green eyes. He wasn't quite a cub but clearly worked out. He was offered one of the bottles we had each had and downed it. We chatted for awhile before going to the bar downstairs for dinner. Turns out he had graduated from the same university as me the year I was a freshmen. "Yea, I was one of those basic frat gays. Headless Grindr torso and everything. Then I moved to Boston for awhile but back to NH about a year ago. We all met two years ago when I still lived in the city at an event". After dinner we went back upstairs and changed into bathing suits to use the hot tub and pool. We were all a little buzzed and the warm water didn't help. We behaved ourselves since there were other people there but Sam kept massaging my thigh. Both Nolan and Connor were very preoccupied with their phones. Eventually we made our way back to the room and got cleaned up before going out. Nolan and Sam were in black boots, jeans and harnesses with ball caps. Connor had opted for a belly shirt that showed off his muscles and booty shorts. I split the difference with a harness under a tank top and shorts. We drank a little bit before ordering the cab. When we got to the club, it was already packed with guys. By the looks of it, it was mostly geared towards daddy's and leather types, with a lot of guys my age. I found myself dancing with all three of them and even some random guys I had never met, but Connor seemed to know. At one point in the tiny bathroom, two guys exited a stall and Nolan pulled me in, giving me a quick blowjob. Once midnight hit, we all made out with each other, and I had some of the guys I was dancing with kiss me too. We didn't stay much after that, we had other things to tend to at the hotel. We got into the room, still sweaty from the dancing and the people. Nolan looked at me and began kissing me. We spent a few minutes groping each other, exploring our bodies while Sam and Connor did the same on the bed. "We gotta get ready", Nolan said slipping into the bathroom and pulling me with him. "Tonight, you're gonna get fucked in this". It was a red and black latex body suite, something I had never worn before. He oiled me up and helped me into it. It covered everything up to my wrist and ankles and neck. Next he put me in red knee high socks, and black boots with red harness. He told me to lay on the bed and wait for him. When I got out of the bathroom, Sam and Connor had changed too. Sam was wearing black leather boots and pants with a harness and hat. I assumed Connor was going to be another bottom, because he just wore a harness with latex briefs. Nolan exited the bathroom, wearing something similar to me, only his suit didn't cover everything. "Get on your knees", he growled at me. I knelt down, and the three of them stood around me and pulled their cocks out. As always I was amazed by Nolans meaty uncut dick, and Sams. But Connor's was a surprise: it was about 7in cut, and very thick. Not as thick as my Atlanta daddy but probably close. The real surprise though was the PA through the head, and the four piercings under his shaft forming a ladder. I began sweating profusely in the suit: the combination of the stimulant, alcohol, and the thought of that monster going in me were starting to combine. I began sucking on all three of them. Connor's was the strangest, the taste of metal in combination to the thickness and PA hitting the back of my throat was a whole new experience. Eventually Sam lifted me up, put restraints on my wrists and put me against the wall for fifteen minutes of his favorite past time: skull fucking me with nowhere to go except more onto his dick; coating it with throat slime. This was while Nolan rimmed Connor, who was giving him a blowjob. Finally Sam pulled me up and released my wrists. "On the bed little cub", he growled. I got on all fours but he flipped me onto my back. Nolan and Connor had just finished assembling a long black bar with rivets. They put my wrists and ankles in the spreader so that my ass was exposed on the bed, and looped rope from the end rivets to the bed posts so I wasn't going anywhere. Sam put a hood over me, but this one was new: it had blinders on it with the bag and an inflatable pump. After it was zipped over my head, I heard pumping and rubber going into my mouth: a hood with a gag. "Now we can have some real fun", Nolan whispered as someone unzipped the ass part of the suit. I felt a lube applicator going in, followed by a large dildo. I could hear the other two around me but not see, so I had no idea who was at my hole. The poppers filled the mask and before long I was in heaven and my hole kept getting looser. Finally the dildo was traded for a large plug, but at this point my cunt was so loose from all the use the past couple of weeks I barely felt it. After however long, the plug was removed, and a cock filled its space. It was huge and no metal. "Nolan", I thought. He didn't fuck me for very long before retreating, and a new one went in. "Sam", recognizing the length. He withdrew without cumming and I started sweating more. Sure enough, I felt Connor's cold PA at my hole. "Get ready, I'm gonna mess that pussy up". I was shocked at how aggressive he turned out to be. As his thick cock made its entry, my ass stretched but wasn't prepared for the extra pieces. He entered slowly, each piercing sliding in with a plop until I felt his trimmed pubes on my ass. "That could have been worse", I thought to myself. The real adventure though was him pulling back out. I felt like I was being unzipped as each piercing dragged across my hole. I bit into the gag and gave a muffled yell. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya, for now", he said. He picked up a pace lightly fucking me, letting me get used to his thick metal monster. After 10 minutes he exited and Sam's went back in. By this point the poppers and tingling from my hole had me lost in lust. I stopped paying attention to who's dick was inside me, I was just enjoying being filled and used. Suddenly there was light. Blinded for a minute, I realized the blinders had been removed. I tilted my head up to see who was fucking me. Except I didn't know. A complete stranger had their dick in me, with Sam, Nolan, and Connor grinning at his sides. ...................................

Got to breed a married guy in woods near my house this week. It wasn't camping, but he left with a big load running out his hole. He didn't want to get fucked, but I insisted. He ended up with a huge load as his fighting me just made me hornier👿

Part 4 Dirk moved his cock back to the sluts hole, he was going to destroy the dumb sluts ass to make sure that his toxic cum takes hold of the slut blood vessels. He loves to breed dumb whores like Mike. He was trying to go as deep as possible in Mikes ass, soon he was feeling the entrance of Mike second ring. The slut could only moan in full pleasure. How does it feel babes are you feeling good, Mike was nodding yes like crazy. Baby did you take prep before you came to me????? Mike could only move with his face, just saying no. Hmmm you naughty boy, you know it is dangerous playing unprotected and let strangers fuck you; i guess you are a slut loving to live dangerous and on the edge. Daddy will take good care of you, no need to chase around anymore to find toxic loads, daddy has everything you need deep in my balls here, and it will go all up to your ass baby. The guys where edging Dirk on to poz the slut on, to breed the whore, make him a member of the poz brotherhood. Mike was listening to Dirks words, but could not make anything of it, he was just enjoying the ride, he needed to be fucked, he hopes Dirk would never stop fucking him. He was falling in love witht this guy, he had never a feeling like this, he never experienced such kind of sex. Dirk was pushing deeper in the whores ass making sure his dick was touching all sides of the cunts asswalls, and hopefully cause a bit of damage. The caverject was working well on his dick, the stuff did do wonders, better then this lame fuckpills. With the caverject he was able to cum up to 7 times per night, and the amounts where always very royal, enough to breed some unwilling whores. The bitch was in heat, he could feel his asswalls milking his dick for the precious carg, but Dirk was not ready to shoot just yet. He had to do a bit more damage to the cunts ass. He was pulling his dick back from the cunt, and getting out of bed. Mike was moaning and shaking his head in dispair, he wanted the dick back in his ass, he was making crazy noises to beg for the dick plugging his ass but without any result. No worry whore, your ass will be filled again real quick, just a bit patience i have to call some mates first, they might like your cunt aswell. Dirk was taking a large black dildo and was aiming for the cunts ass, he smacked some crisco on the cunts ass, and on the dildo, and did start to insert the dildo in the winking pucker. The slut was moaning hard, Dirk knew that it must be painfull, because the dildo is oversized but that was the general idea. Slowly he was turning the dildo in opposite directions nd in the meantime going deeper in the cunts hole. When the dildo was lodged deep, he cleaned his hands and did take his mobile phone. Dirk was making some pictures of the whore bounded, face down, cuffed, blindfolded and high as a kite with a large dildo sticking out of his cunt for his buddies. He ckecked the pictures he made, and they where first class hard porn, he was moving to the front of Mike and did move his phone from foto modus to film modus. He grabbed the hair of Mike and tugged on his hair while filming the face of the whore, he filmed the painfull grimass of Mike and started talking to him. "You like daddies dick babes? You like to get fucked by my bare dick baby, you want daddy shoot up your neg cunt babes. Although it was painfull to move his face due to the grip of hair by Dirk, the cunt was nodding like crazy and moaning like a pig. You want daddy to invite some friends to play? Some more dicks to play and breeding your cunt? Dirk moved back to the back of the cunt, loosening the cuffs and removing the gagg from the whores face, but keeping him blindfolded. The slut was smacking and licking his lipps, obvious very thristy. Dirk did take a bottle of water and handed it to the whore so he could take a drink, and he kept filmi,g the whole time. The bitch was so high he could tell, his face was flushed and his hair did stick to his face. Tell me Mike do you want me to invite some friends to play with you? Mike was unsure what to say, was Dirk testing him? When he would say yes, he might think that he had not enough by one partner, and maybe when he would say no, Dirk could be insulted not letting him inviting his friends. Suddenly he was slapped hard in the face, his cheek was stinging like crazy after the slap, Mike was schocked by the sheer violence. Dirk was making sure that he filmed the shock on the face of Mike, and to the pleasure of the internet viewers. Tell me what you want whore, my friends are awaiting your answer Mike, speak to me!!!!!! Mike did follow his heart, he needed to be fucked, he was desperate for cock so he did reply. Please Sir fuck me, please invite your friends, but please do not hurt me, i do whatever you want, but please do not hit me. Bang, another slap followed, what do you want bitch, tell me. Mike was close to tears, but did feel excitement to, please Sir invite your friends to fuck me Sir, i need your cocks deep inside me. Slap, another one in the face, beg for it whore i want to hear if you want our loads up your neg cunt, beg me bitch. Please Sir can i have your cum please, can i be fucked and filled by your friends? That was all Dirk needed to persuade his friends, not that they needed any persuasion, they where good gifters to neg cunts, and they where heavily pierced and tattooed. Dirk was going to the back of Mike and was pushing him into the doggy position, yanking out very rough the dildo which brought out a scream of Mike and he was pushing his dick into the gaping hole of the whore. He watched the guys on the net who where watching, and there where some guys severe wanking their pozdicks. Time to bring out the big guns to get the party starting. He was calling Hugo, his best friend, Hugo was partnered with James they where so long together that they almost did look identical to each other. Hugo and James where 2 big bears heavily tattooed and pierced and proud to be poz. They where both tops, and into heavy scenes and did like making porn where they would convert stupid cunts into the poz world. They had a close relationship to Dirk, and they often did share their prey with Dirk, and vice versa. The phone was ringing, and James did answer the phone on speaker while Hugo was sitting next to him. Whats up buddy, how is it hanging????? Dirk smirked and said, hihihi not hanging boys, just parked my hard dick in a destroyed ass of a neg cunt, he is high as a kite and begging for Dick, are you interested???? Hmmm sounds good, answered James and Hugo together. Will send you a vid in a sec, so you can make up your mind, the whore is begging to be pozzed, so bring your heavy dicks, and but in your best PA so we can give him what he wants. The boy likes it rough so do not hold back. I am deepdicking him now, and he will get his first poz load right know, 2 weeks of toxic cum ready to fill his neg cunt. Hmmmm Dirk poz the cunt Hugo was shouting out.

Had a respite from quarantine with my favorite daddy (who's also been very good about quarantining). We both couldn't take it anymore so he came over and fucked me deep. My ass is still full of his cum.

Sounds GREAT!

When we left the sauna Peter was a bit quiet as we trudged through the gloomy streets. I sensed he was reflecting on the day and what had happened to him. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. He blushed "I was just thinking about what happened in the sauna. " He said. "I shouldn't have let them do it to me." Too late now, I thought. "But you liked it, right? Their cocks up you? Their cum in you?" He nodded. "But what if I get...you know,,,like you?" I grinned. "Pregnant you mean? Maybe, but then you won't have to worry about it, will you?" He hadn't noticed we were taking a longer way home. We passed under an old, disused railway arch beneath which was the entrance to a dark old victorian gents toilet. "I gotta pee." I said. He stood back. "Okay. I'll wait." "Why not come in and wait. Wouldn't want to leave you on your own." He nodded and we went inside. I could hear breathing and shuffling inside and as we went round the wall which screened the urinals from the street we saw four men in the gloomy space which smelled of damp and piss. One was squatting in front of another sucking his cock as the other two watched and wanked. The squatting man's pants were down around his ankles and in that position his fat buttocks were spread and I noticed lube glinting on his slack arsehole. Peter gasped and his eyes widened. The man being sucked recognised me and grinned evilly whilst the others looked wary. "He's ok," Hissed the man being sucked, an older guy with thinning hair who I knew was poz from previous encounters. One of the other men pushed his trousers and pants down and his fat cock sprang up below his flabby belly, pre-cum drooling from the purple tip. Peter was flushed with excitement and trembling with a little fear at being in this space with these predators. I ruffled his hair and began to unfasten his jeans. "Wh..what are you doing?" He gasped, but didn't stop me as I lowered his trousers and underwear, and pulled up his t-shirt so they could see his plump belly and fat little bottom. The squatting man got up and we saw his cock was stiff as a poker and I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his thigh. Ignoring Peter's question, I dug the tube of lube from my pocket, put some on my finger and rubbed it into his hot little arsehole. Then I pushed him forward. "I'll keep watch." I said, glancing into the strret. The four men drew Peter between them. He disapeared momentarily between their bodies. Then I heard him gasp "Oh my!" They moved apart and I saw he had been bent over and scorpion man was fucking his arse as another fed his cock into his mouth. I grinned to myself. If he wasn't already pregnant, he would be soon judging by the grunts scorpion man was making as he emptied his dirty cum into Peter's rectum...

I've recently started to get gangbanged , I've had loads of threesomes. Recently I've started meeting an older guy who has his own house , he likes to watch bottoms get used , he has a set of rules though Only 1 bottom Bareback only Extreme sex i.e huge toys and watersports, rough , no lube First 1 he organised for me was for himself and 3 guys, he contacted me the following day to return for another with 6 guys.

I left the hospice and headed straight for the park. I had heard that cruising could be pretty hot in the evening. The park actually closes at dusk but guys must park close by and walk in. from what I understand it can we get pretty wild in the woods there at night. It was almost desk when I arrived, my cock was hard in my pants already. I decided to park at an old restaurant about a quarter mile from the park entrance. I pulled in and parked my car in the back corner where couldn’t be seen from the road. I got out of the car and open the trunk. I stripped down there in the parking lot and put my street clothes in the trunk of the car. I pulled out my gym bag and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tight T-shirt. I was going commando. I wanted it as a little between me and hard cock as possible. The T-shirt showed my nice broad chest and the basketball shorts showed off my ass. I slipped on some running shoes locked up the car, and took a jog down the road to the park. I took a turn into the park and jogged almost all the way up right to the restrooms. The restrooms were an old cinderblock building with men’s on one end and women’s on the other end. I decided to Check out the toilets before I went back in the woods. There were still plenty of light. I pushed open the outer door and it’s squeaked really loud. I stepped through the inner door and stood for a minute while my eyes were adjusting to the dim light. As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a man leaning back against the wall opposite me. He looked to be in his 40s probably just over 6 feet tall. His body was lean,nhis face was angular. He has short hair And salt and pepper stubble on his face. His eyes were smoky and he oozed sensuality. he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt unbuttoned all the way. He had a nicely hairy toned torso and a pair of jeans that rode low and showed the V pointing down to a really fat package. He was wearing black work boots scuffed up and untied at the tops. The fucker leered at me as I scanned him up and down the lust on my face obvious. “ like what you see faggot? “ He said. His voice was husky and sensual. This fucker just oozed sex and sexuality. Every time he moved his body was somehow suggestive and a little obscene. His hips were slightly thrust out. The bulge in his jeans was growing. My cock tented in my shorts. This man’s presence was causing every perverted thought I could have to rise in my brain. ”Yeah. I do like what I see.” I said stepping to the middle of the room. He reached down and flipped open the top button of his jeans. It was all I could do not to rush over fall in my knees lower his zipper and take whatever was in there out. Take it deep into my throat. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted this man. I felt possessed. I wanted him but some force kept me in the middle of the room. he reached down and rubbed his package. His jeans opened up a little more. His trimmed pubes showed and the base of his cock came interview. His cock grew down one leg of his pants he was hung it looked to be about nine or 10 inches. A wet spot was forming in his jeans. ”Strip faggot” he ordered his hand sliding down into his jeans “strip it off now. I want to see your faggot body. I want to see what needs my AIDS babies.” I stripped off slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted to give me aids. I reach down slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my torso. Pulled it up over my head. Let it drop to the floor. I reached down slowly slid my shorts off until they fell in a pile of my feet I stepped out of them. My cock was fully hard. Straining, leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Tell me what you want faggot”, he said. He leered me and pushed his pants down his hips a few inches. A biohazard tattoo came into view at his left hip. And on his right hip a scorpion tattoo. “you want this don’t you faggot?” he said sticking his tongue out obscenely and slipping his pants a little further down. His cock was about to pop out. .” Yes. I want it. I don’t want anything more than I want that.”I said “please give me aids.” “I know who you are.”;He said, “my sister and her kids go to your church. I’d love to give you my aids babies. Bring you over to the Darkside. Sacrifice your ass to the dark one.” My cock throb and his words. I drooled at the thought of sacrificing myself to the devil. I had seen videos, especially popper videos, about dark lust and perversion. my gut caught on fire. My ass hole twitched. I knew what I wanted now. And I knew he would give it to me. Or at least I hoped he would give it to me. The light in the room was fading fast as the sun went down. He shoved his pants down a little further and his cock popped out, hanging there and dripping pre-cum. The end of it was pierced.his cock head held a brass ring with a spike the ball on it. ”This will give you what you need faggot” he sneered “get on your knees and worship.” I didn’t need any encouragement. I took a few steps across the room and stood in front of him. He reached up and grabbed my hair pulled my head back spit, in my face. ”Suck my dick faggot” he said and pushed me down to my knees. His cock was right at my mouth. It Glistened with pre-cum. i leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, the ring brushed against my teeth. I tasted the sweet tang of his pre-come, his toxic pre-come. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock. And took it deep into my throat. I felt the spiked ball rubbing against my throat and my tongue. Rubbing it raw. Making openings for his toxic pre-come. He growled at me. “Nice faggot. Nice faggot cock sucker.” I worked his cock up and down slow savoring every bit of it. Putting that ring between my teeth and pulling gently. Tugging at his balls til he moaned in appreciation he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me and talked filthy to me. Suddenly. He grab the back of my head with both hands. And yanked my head back. He pushed me back onto the floor. “Do you like that faggot?” He asked. He was pointing his cock in me “yes I answered I adore your hot fucking poz cock. I want your aids babies up my ass.” I answered. My voice hoarse from the beating his cock had given my throat. Without warning a stream, a full hot stream, of piss shot from the end of his cock. It arced through the air and hit me in the chest. I felt the warmth. Smelled that smell of piss. He twitched his cock in the stream hit my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth. I let his hot piss fill my mouth. I swallowed. Over and over. Trying to keep up. I never knew a guy could piss so much. He went down to my chest again. Covering my torso with His piss. “You’re such a faggot.”He laughed at me. As the stream of pissed subsided. “I have one question for you faggot.” He said. “Are you on prep. Are you taking those drugs to kill my babies?” ”I just stopped prep today,” I said. he stepped over me grab the back of my head and yanked me up by the hair to my knees. He slapped me hard across the face two or three times with this cock. “Then you’re not worthy of my gift faggot” he said. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a black sharpie marker and pulled my head back. On my left pec he wrote an email address. “Email me in 30 days” he said. “Then we’ll talk about you getting my aids babies. Then we’ll talk about you becoming one of his legion. Right now I have a kid coming over here. I’m going to give him his first toxic load. You can stay and watch if you want.” he grabbed my clothes off the floor and threw them into a stall. He ordered me into the stall and told me to either get dressed and leave or stay and watch him convert an 18-year-old college freshman. he He followed me over to the stall. I wanted to watch some kid give up his clean ass to the hot demon fucker. But I also needed a cock. A I bent over to pick up my clothes the man came up behind me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and I froze. “Just to give you a taste of what is to come,” he sneered and then he spit on my ass, put his cock up against it, and shoved it all the way in with one long stroke. As I caught my breath from his attack, I felt his cock sliding in and out in long strokes hitting my prostate. It was such a bliss. I moaned and pushed back. Suddenly my hole was empty. “30 days faggot”he said “now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of here. See ya in church”

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

Part4 ”Open wide bitch!” demanded Markus. Joey complied and opened his mouth for Markus’s piss. “I was on a E and meth bender lately, so this piss may get you pretty high along woth that booty bulb gave you. Now swallow Daddy’s piss like a good cock slut” Joey swallowed and said “Thank you daddy” Jay texted Markus that their guest will be arriving soon. “Our guests will be arriving soon, relax for 10 minutes and then I will come get you” Joey latex back and shit his eyes, he was in a state of blissful confusion and began to feel himself getting higher, he like it. Joey began slowly feeling his no longer virgin hole and felt happy. Before he could start touching his cock, Markus came in. “It’s time to go to the dungeon slut” “Yes daddy, could you help me out of the bath? I’m really fucked up” “Ofcourse I can help you slut” And with that Markus grabbed Joey by his long hair and pulled him up out of the bath, and dragged him to the stairs. Markus then picked up the groveling fuck hole and carried him down the stairs. Joey was fucked up but seemed to be able to see a cage, a fucking bench and a sling. There were also toys and other unknown props throughout the room. Markus took Joey to the bench, put him down and told him to get on all fours. Joey did as he was told and as soon as he did, Markus put a blindfold on him and tied his arms and legs down to the bench. “Your gonna get so used up tonight little slut, I’m glad you showed up. Are you gonna make daddy proud tonight?” Yes daddy” said Joey. “Good, because you don’t get a break until the first round of cocks have their way with you. They’ll begin walking in soon. I’m gonna give you another load” and with that Markus lubed up his dick and slammed it all the way in Joey’s hole. Joey screamed in pain. “Take it bitch.” Markus began thrusting in and out, he began picking up pace and then Joey heard the door open and the sound of at least 10 people walking in. He heard a zipper get unzipped by his face and instinctively opened his mouth. He was now getting his ass fucked by Markus and his mouth used by a stranger. Both picked up speed and Markus flooded his ass again woth poz cum and the stranger came in his mouth. He swallowed and thanked both people. With in seconds both holes were occupied again. Joey was filled woth cock non stop for about an hour. He was down to the last 2 guy using his holes and began to sober up from the sleeping pills, the Molly’s stimulating effects must have weakened the pill’s black out. He began to panic, where was he? Why is he so high? Why is he somewhere getting fucked? Joey began to cry and tried bucking off the guy in his ass and stopped sucking the guy infront if him. Matkus came over smacked Joey’s face and said “you wanted this remember? These are the last two anyway, you already swallowed 3 loads and took 8 in your ass. May as well let these guys finish with no problem. If you continue to be combative we will gag you and still use your holes but we will also send pics and videos to your loved ones and friends. Put that cock back in your mouth, or do you want it in your ass?” Joey was silent and opened his mouth. The strangers went back to using him, unblacked out Joey began enjoying it and started working the cocks really well. They both shot loads and despite his confusion, Joey felt accomplished. Everyone but Markus and Jay left. Markus unrestrained Joey and told him he did good despite that little problem. Joey could barely move and just stayed on the bench in a daze. Markus looked at Jay “We found a good one, lets cancel round two tonight. Lets let him sleep. I have a plan to train him to act like this without the downers or E. You still have that liquid LSD?”

So I had decided to be a bugchaser. I craved it. All the time. Fantasized about poz cock and toxic cum. I started spending time at the Hospice my congregation served. Anytime a man with AIDS came in to live his last few days, I spent time with him. Talked with him. Lusted after his wasted body. Offered comfort. More than once I held a hand while the virus took its final toll. More than once I helped a wasted AIDS patient shower. I even went so far as to strip down with him and stand in the shower with him. More than once someone on the verge of death grew hard with desire as I gently washed his body. More than once I used my hand to bring him to pleasure at least once more before he passed. More than once as I stood behind a wasted man, supporting him in the shower and let him grind his ass against my hard cock. A couple of times I let my cock slip into his body, giving him on last moment of intimacy. Allowing him once more to give himself over to desire and lust. No one knew what I was doing, sexually, with the patients. They knew I helped with bathing and personal care. But the staff trusted me and left me alone with the patients any time I came in. Two gay male nurses suspected. More than once they ran interference when another staff member was about to enter the room. They thought I was a good guy for being intimate with these men who had little time left. One of the nurses, Greg, a 23 yr old hot-as-fuck jock with a smooth torso and electric blue eyes even went so far as to whisper a quick "thanks for what you do" wink. wink as I left the hospice one night. I asked him to walk me to my car. I was overwhelmed by his raw sexuality. His beautiful form and masculine energy. He had a nice bulge in his scrubs. I guessed he had about 8". We got to my car having had a more frank discussion on the way there. I said,"Look Greg, I am not entirely altruistic in what I'm doing. I have some ... well ...ulterior motives. I just don't like people thinking I'm some kind of saint or something. I do care about them but I also am....." "Pastor," he interrupted me, "it's pretty clear to me and Kevin (the other gay nurse) that you are really a fag and that you're probably looking to get infected. You're a bugchaser right?" "ummm..." I hesitated. "Or at least a serious wannabe," he said quickly. It was dark out but I think he could tell I was blushing and half-terrified. "Nobody has a clue, except me and Kevin. We've been keeping you safe from prying eyes. Hell, we've both wanked a patient or two in our time here." he spoke softly and quickly, "the thing is we've never met a religious person like you. These guys are getting the best of both worlds from you. Keep up the good work." He turned and walked quickly back to the entrance. "See you next Wednesday, Pastor." he yelled back before he went inside. I opened the car and practically fell into the seat. Good thing I didn't have to fumble with any keys because my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't have held onto them. I realized I was playing with fire. Not the bugchasing but living this double life. It had been two years since the kid in the park had shot a toxic load up my hole. Two years of playing in porno stores and parks and mall restrooms. Two years of more cocks than I could count, more cum than I could remember. I had started PREP until I figured out how to do this. It was time to get serious. I had to get my shit together. I may have become a depraved faggot but I still loved my family and my work. I needed to get some things in order so when the shit hit the fan they'd be ok. I slumped back in the seat of the car. My cock was hard as a rock and bound up in my briefs. I reached down to adjust it, still thinking about my family. My wife who, because of physical issues, was no longer sexual. My younger son. Jason, 16 and so like me. Furry at 16. But a wrestler and built. He was also hung. My older son, Kyle, 18, collegiate swimmer - definitely his mother's child. I loved seeing him naked at the gym. He was smooth. Hung, I instinctively reached for my cock and started rubbing against the fabric of my chinos. A wet spot was already forming. My lips parted slightly, I moaned lightly and dropped my head back. Kyle is so smooth and beautiful. I remembered last time we were in the gym shower at the same time. I was looking at his body as he showered across the room, my cock chubbing up. He was so attentive to his washing. Soaping his broad chest and supple abs. He bent over away from me and his beautiful bubble butt parted slightly as he washed his legs. His hole, pink and perfect, winking at me. I turned quickly away as he stood. My cock was at full mast. I was [banned word] on my own son. In the car my hand rubbed harder and faster on my crotch. My cock twitched in my pants. So close to cumming. I could see him reflected in the shower hardware. He had turned full frontal and was absently wash/stroking his cock, getting harder and harder. I was seeing my own son getting aroused. He looked up and suddenly realized what he was doing. I swear he kept looking for a long moment. I swear that I saw in his reflection a look of pure lust as his eyes ran up and down my body. I shifted as though I was going to turn around and he quickly turned his back to me and started rinsing again. I grabbed my towel and practically ran out of the shower. My breathing was ragged and I was moaning so loudly in the car that had someone passed by they'd have known exactly what I was doing. My thoughts returned to that day in the gym. I had calmed down, had my boxer briefs on and was sitting on the bench rubbing out my head when Kyle came over the his locker next to mine. He opened the upper locker door. I couldn't see his face but he turned facing me and dropped his towel. There just inches from my lips was my son's beautiful, plumped up cut cock, twitching and just begging for me to.... In the car I groaned loud enough to be heard across the parking lot and started shooting load after load of jizz into my pants. In my perverted mind, I gave into my base desires and took that beautiful cock into my mouth. I had the most evil thought flicker through my brain as my orgasm began to subside, "Soon I'll be toxic. Soon I'll be filled with AIDS babies. Maybe I should share my gift with my son." As I came down. I was so turned on. So appalled at my own thoughts. I needed more cock...now. I put the car in gear and headed off into the night, headed to the park where it all started to have more random anonymous cock and cum.

Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.

.This is my fantasy journey into bug chasing and eventually being a poz cumdump. Message me if you like what you read and want to talk more... I've been locked in chastity for the past 6 months, the only relief I have is from getting fucked and from the e-stim or fuck-machine sessions I have every Sunday. Every Sunday I'm tied up to a stretcher bar, ass-up face-down, and spend 1 hour exactly either hooked to an e-stim butt plug or a fuck machine with a 10" dildo. No matter if I cum or not, I only get that hour every week. That, or someone's hard cock fucking me. My friend that's got me locked up likes to pimp me out at the bathhouse. He takes me and parades me around with nothing by my tiny male chastity on, eventually winding up in the darkroom, where he puts me in the sling and rounds up guys to fuck me. When he feels that I'm done, he pushes me onto the ground and tells me to lick up all the cum under the sling since a real man's cum should never go to waste. My pozzing party is going to be intense and I'm scared. It's going to be a no loads refused party. He says he's going to create a Craigslist ad, and round up anyone he can find to dump in me, that by the time we're done, there won't be a pair of blue balls in town or room for another drop of cum in my hole. After every fuck, I'm to clean the cock with my mouth and worship it while thanking the man for bothering to give a cumdump like me his load. Sometimes the guys will piss in my pussy after they cum in it. When that happens, it'll be my job to push out the cum and piss inside me at the time into a dog bowl and drink it in front of everyone. After the party, I imagine playing with my bruised and cummy hole, still without relief due to my chastity device.

I was cheating on my bf with my ex, travelled the other side of london, got spunked up twice with big loads and was leaking a lot on the train back across london, just had to sit there sticky and wet, it honestly felt like many more loads than 2.

I think we will have to hold you to that maxim when next in Florida..

I’m a faggot and getting piss on is part of being a faggot. I will even drink the piss from the tap. One day someone will piss fuck me in the sling.

Rob is a full time college student. Dark hair great build, 8 inch cock, nice tight ass. At 21, he’s not exactly rich, lives with an apartment, with Stanley, a shy guy, slim body with brown hair. who is openly gay, as a crush on Rob, who is straight. Rob works two jobs, while attending college, but it isn’t easy. Money is tight. And when his second job goes into bankruptcy, Rob is one of the few employees to unfortunately, be let go. ”Stanley, what will I do?” “I was barely getting by with two jobs, nobody is hiring.” “Do you have any suggestions?” “Have you thought about the job in the library on campus?” Stanley asked, while picturing Rob naked. “I did Stan, but it interferes with my English class.” “Well, you could always try escorting.” Stan says with a laugh. “Shut up, Stan.” Rob kept looking for work, either he didn’t have the availability the stores needed, or wasn’t hiring. Coming across an ad in the newspaper, it read: “57 year old man in wheelchair, is seeking a male companion a couple a nights a week, and Saturdays. Pays $500 a week cash. Rob thought to himself, “$500 a week to spend time with an old man in a wheelchair.” Rob replies back, saying he was interested and would like to set up an interview. Two hours later, he got a reply. “Hi Rob, would you be free the day after tomorrow, at 4? Thank you, Marvin.” Rob said yes, he would be there. Rob showed up dressed in a suit, was impressed by the size of the condo, lots of space. Marvin who was balding and overweight, wheeled himself into the living room, where a nervous Rob wasn’t sure if he should be here, after all he wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t going to be having sex with the man either. “Hello Rob.” As Marvin put his hand out to shake Rob’s. “Hello Marvin, it’s nice to meet you.” “Likewise, Rob.” Let me tell you what I’m looking for.” “I need someone to help me with odds and ends around here, that I can’t do myself.” “I take it you’re not gay, not a problem, I will say this, you are a good looking young man.” “Job is yours, start Monday, at 5PM, unless you have classes?” “My last class is at 2 on Mondays, so 5 works.” “Thank you, Marvin for the opportunity.” “You’re welcome, Rob.” Marvin said with a smile. Rob was enjoying working for Marvin, running his errands, helping him maintain the condo. Rob didn’t suspect that Marvin was planning on fucking him, and that the wheelchair was just a ruse to get an unsuspecting straight jock into bed. On Saturday afternoon, Marvin asked Rob to stay a little longer, Rob agreed. Giving Rob more things to do. “Rob, thank you for staying late for me, I appreciate it.” “Marvin, no problem, I should get going.” “Rob, how come you never asked me about my being in this chair?” “I wanted too, but felt it was none of my business.” “It’s fine.” “I was in a car accident, a guy blew a light and hit me, damaging my spinal cord.” “The doctor said I was lucky to be alive.” “Stanley, I’m so sorry, what happened to the other guy?” “Did he go to jail?” “No, but he lost his license.” “Marvin, you lost a lot more, that doesn’t seem fair.” “It is what it is, Rob, have a drink with me, before you go.” a couple of hours later, Rob is feeling buzzed. “Rob, may I ask a favor?” “I’ll certainly understand if you say no, but I’ll pay you an extra $300, if you do it.” ”What’s the favor, Marvin?” “It’s been years since I’ve been with a guy, I’m not asking you to fuck.” “I just want to touch a guy again.” Rob freaked out, and thought about it, and what Marvin had been through. Marvin, hands Rob another drink, and sips it slowly. “Marvin, what do you want me to do?” “For starters, would you get undressed?” Rob slowly takes off his shirt, revealing his smooth toned body, then Rob takes his sneakers and socks off, then his pants, leaving just his underwear on. “You are beautiful, Rob, come over to me.” Rob automatically does. Marvin puts his hands all over Rob’s body, slowly pulling down his underwear. “Stop Marvin.” Rob says “What are you doing?” “I’m sorry Rob, I got a little zealous, that’s all, my apologies.” “At least finish your drink, in your underwear, for me. Please?” Rob ended up drinking so much, that Marvin got Rob’s underwear off of him. “Rob, would you do me a favor again?” “Sure” Rob who was now drunk. “Get on the ottoman, facing the window, with your ass facing me.” Rob did has he was told. Marvin got up from the wheelchair, got undressed, Marvin got lube and and put it on his dick which was 6 inches, thick, put lube into Rob’s tight hole. Too drunk to know what was going to happen. Marvin put one finger into the young man’s tight virgin hole. “Uh, Marvin, what are you doing?” “Just making you feel good, Rob, just enjoy, and relax.” With that, Marvin took his finger out of Rob’s now loose ass, and slowly put his dick into the young man’s ass. “Oh shit” Rob said, realizing what was happening, but too drunk to do anything about it. “Fuck Rob, I love your tight ass.” Rob moaned, trying to make sense of all this. Marvin turned Rob on his back to face him. Marvin, wanted Rob to see his face when he deposited his load deep inside him. “Oh fuck, Rob, I’m cumming!” Marvin shot off a years worth of loads. Rob was still to drunk to do anything about it, but take it. the next day, Rob woke up in Marvins bed, naked. With Marvin also naked. “What happened Marvin?” “You gave me a lot of pleasure, Rob. I thank you for it.” “And I paid you for it to.” Rob was in shock, how did he allow this to happen? “Marvin, I’m straight, maybe I should find another job.” ”But you were gay for pay last night.” My loads up your ass, is proof of that.” “I also paid you extra for it.” Marvin got the remote, playing a video of him and Rob having sex on the ottoman, later, in the kitchen, and finally in the bedroom. With Rob saying “Give me more loads, daddy Marvin!” “Here’s what’s going to happen, Rob, you will be my personal escort, well my personal cum dump, you will take my loads anytime, anyplace. Otherwise, I show the world the video.” “Understood?” Rob, now defeated, “Yessir”. “Good, now let me see that fine ass of yours....”

By 1982 we know something was not right as the days of going out to Fire Island on a Friday morning and going back to work on Monday had come to an end. You would show up to the house that everyone would chip in for with anywhere 20-30 people. It was a fuck fest with everyone fucking each other as in those days, and no one used condoms. If you caught an STD, you would get a shot, and in 2 weeks, you were back to normal. During the day, you would be naked on the beach, and in the dunes, you could fuck an suck all you wanted to, it was not getting fuck if sand was in your hole as sometimes you would get cut and bleed a little. Today if you are chasing like me now and if the Top is Poz and you see blood, you are happy that you might become POZ. People started to get sick, and no one knew what was going on, and I stop after a few good fuck buddies died. I stop going out to sex parties but would go to the BDSM clubs as not sex was not allowed anymore. I would help some who were near the end of their life get through the day by cooking for them, taking them to the bathroom as some look like they came from a Nazi Concentration camp nothing but skin and bones. For close to 10 years, I was not fucking or fisted, but the urge was always there. I could not take it anymore, but I knew if I were going to get fuck or fist, it would have to be with a condom or glove. I started to cruise Craigslist and found this Latin who said he had an 8-inch dick but only fucks safe even a blow job safe. So it was that or nothing, and I could not resist anymore. He was what he said he was nice 8-inch dick, but the taste of that condom on his dick as I gave him a blow job sucked, and I almost threw up. He flips me on my stomach, put some lube on my hole, and started to fuck me.WOW was I out of shape, and I used to take bigger dicks with ease, but just to be getting fuck was worth it. I realize I had to get my hole back into shape, so I bought some butt plugs and went to work stretching my hole out again. I hope one day to be a bottom that you just spit on my cunt and fuck it for hours again. It's not easy for me to write this.

Happy Birthday Breeding Zone It is good to have a place like this... 😎💚😆🥳

Here's another timely video. Skip to the last 45 seconds or so for some gratuitous shots of Dr Mike being studly.

No because I work with vulnerable people and I’ve seen the consequences of it. Come on guys, it won’t kill us to wait this out. Be as horny as you like online. I’ve set up this profile, gone back and set up a BBRT profile again (I’d been on a break), I’m posting my slutty stories and opinions here, posting pictures of my ass for commentary and tops’ enjoyment, generally being as big a whore as I can without actually hooking up. I’m wanking like crazy and have ordered some new strong poppers that I’ll be huffing like a bitch and riding all my toys once they arrive. And there’s going to be the mother of all parties in my ass once we’ve beaten this. It’ll be a multi day bender with as many loads as I can take (that’s a lot). But I’m waiting till then because other people’s lives depend on us all waiting. There’s few enough tops out there as it is, let’s not risk them getting sick! 😘😂

He pulled up to the parking lot in a BMW convertible. An odd choice to me since he was a self-described gay redneck. He even dressed the part. Dirty work boots, ripped jeans, faded t-shirt and camouflage hat. He walked up and gave me a big hug. To this day I have never met someone that hugs as good as he does. I don't know what it is, but when he hugged me I just felt immediately safe and like there were no problems in the world. We spent most of the afternoon together, and as he was leaving, he got this look in his eyes. I just stood there and he leaned in, without breaking eye contact, and started kissing me. This lasted a minute, then he hugged me and drove off. It was after this I realized I had pre-cum leaking through my shorts. When I got home, I had some texts from him. They were all pictures or videos. Wild ones. Guys in slings with masks on, nipple torture, hoods, double penetration, huge groups of guys fucking. I got another text: "Just so you know what you're getting into with us, LOL". He had explained that day too he was in a poly relationship with a few different guys. After that day, things definitely became more sexual. He was still a good friend, but there was that added spark there. He'd text me all of the things he would do to me, like put my arms and legs in a spreader, give me a gas mask filled with poppers and let random guys come and fuck me. Or tie me down and spend hours just edging me while stretching out my hole. A couple weeks after our first meeting he asked if I would want to have dinner with him at his home. Of course I said yes. I spent the afternoon before driving over making sure everything was trimmed how I like it, and cleaning myself out thoroughly. I wasn't sure if sex would be involved, but like a good former Boy Scout I'm prepared for everything. I was nervous the entire drive over, not for meeting again, but I was starting to contend with the side of me he had awakened: the submissive cum dump that just wanted to please this redneck bear. I got to the door, and he gave me a very long, forceful kiss. His hand drifted down my back and went down my waist band. Discovering my jock strap, he let out a deep growl of approval. We spent some time chatting, he had beer for us. By the third one I was feeling pretty warm. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?", he asked. I suddenly couldn't speak, and let out a small affirmative. He chuckled and took me through the house. "Finally, my bedroom", he said as we reached the end of the hall. It was very tastefully done and contemporary. He started kissing me, almost violently. There was an aggression to him, but I felt completely safe with him. He ordered me to strip, and moved to a painting. Standing in just my jockstrap, he pulled at the painting and it swung out to reveal a deep recess with lube, poppers, a couple masks, and several toys. "Bend over." I felt him rubbing my hole and suddenly his tongue was there. I gasped loudly. He spent ten minutes giving me the best rim job of my life, before putting a lube applicator in my hole and injecting me. He then put in a large plug. "Here, use these, this is going in you one way or another". I took four deep hits of poppers in each nostril (this was actually my first time using them but new the premise). The plug slid in, and he ordered me to sit on the floor against the wall. He stripped, revealing nothing underneath except a black harness, tattoos, and heavy gauge nipple piercings. His cock was at least 8in, cut, with egg sized balls that were framed in a cock ring. He walked up to me and ordered me to open my mouth. Resting his big daddy belly on my forehead, he put his cock in my mouth. He started gently but eventually began skull fucking me. I've never been great at blowjobs, I will admit that. He kept triggering my gag reflex, with the wall behind me there was no where I could go except onto his cock more. My arms kept moving so he got some restraints and tied them behind my back, then gave me poppers. We spent thirty minutes with me against that wall. At one point I nearly had bile in my mouth from gagging so much, but he stopped face fucking me and just held is cock in my mouth, making it clear the only place that it was going was back down my throat. My jaw began to ache. Finally he pulled off and threw me on the bed. He untied my hands, only to put them in restraints hidden on the head board and my legs back with my hole exposed. He put a pillow under me, and then a gas mask over my head. I could see him soak a cotton ball with the poppers, and then place it into the tube of the mask. Within seconds I could feel them hit me. "Time to ruin that pussy." He started working the plug in and out of me, getting more and more aggressive until it was basically falling out. "Tell me what you want". "Fuck me, please." "No tell me what you really want. What daddy to do to your cunt?" I could barely form the thought through the poppers haze, and blurted out, "I want you to wreck my pussy. Fill my cunt with your big dick and daddy cum!!" He removed the plug and slid his cock in, and started fucking me maniacally, his bear belly slapping against me as his balls hit my hole. He bit and pulled at my nipples until they were swollen and red. This went on for about half an hour before I could hear his breathing change, and with sweat pouring off of him, yelled out as he bottomed out and dumped his cum deep within me. That didn't stop him though, he never got soft, and fucked me two more times. He untied me, laid down next to me and stuck his cock back in me while curling me up close to him. .............................................................

Yes, I too share this concern. I fear saunas and cruise bars/sex clubs will be unfairly treated as we slowly come out of lockdown. Why unfairly? Because as far as COVID-19 is concerned, I don’t see them as any greater risk to public health than busy bars or crowded nightclubs. Yet you can almost guarantee these businesses will be allowed to get back to normal sooner. Yet again, sex will be demonized, and gay sex in particular. Even on this site, there seems to be a growing attitude that the problem here is sex and fucking, rather than just close human contact. We have to remember that this disease didn’t start in the bathhouses or cruise clubs dotted round the world- in fact, it seems to have been spread far more effectively at venues serving religious services, weddings and funerals, etc. Sometimes I wonder if a certain amount of guilt and self-loathing has crept into the way some of us here are talking about sex at the moment. We should take a step back, and remember this is not the same disease that devastated our community 40 years ago. Sex is not the problem.

Fantastic video. Being a total nipplepig here this is the ultimate. Reminds me of Tool Shed in Palm Springs. When I go to the dark backroom here at Slammer in L.A. inevitably hands reach out and immediate find my tits, start working them, working me into heat and frenzy for cocks. After poppering, sucking, I always end over the fuck table. Guys continue to work my tits while I've being fucked and bred. That is total hog heaven for me. Oink!

When im like this, it means I'll accept anything. Love getting pissed on when I'm not expecting it.

You're not clean enough to be in a club slut, you have no choice but to be faggot tranny trash on your hands and knees crawling on the ground begging for piss and rape

Damn girl, you make a great toilet. If you were my bitch I would use your mouth for a urinal all the time and piss down your throat every day at least 2 or 3 times. Plus everywhere we went I would offer the use of your mouth for a toilet. l actually know a man that used your mouth for an ashtray in a public restroom. l have enjoyed pissing on you a few times and always make sure to soak your hair with piss haha

Chapter 6: The Morning After As I awoke the next morning something felt different. I knew I still had the butt plug in but my penis felt different. I looked down to discover that my penis had been locked up. As I rolled over in bed there was a note on Daddy's pillow. It read *Dear Slut, as you are now well aware I have locked up your penis. You now are enslaved permanently and there's nothing you can do about it. Don't try calling anyone or escaping because I have the house monitored. I will be home around 5 and I expect you to be waiting for Daddy on your hands and knees." Daddy didn't have to worry about me going anywhere because I was right where I wanted to be. I spent the day tidying up the house. As 5 o'clock neared I got in front of the door and got on my hands and knees. When Daddy walked in HE was very pleased. He asked me what I thought about being enslaved and I told him I desired to be enslaved by HIM. Daddy took his clothes off and sat on the couch. He then had me crawl to him and start by kissing his feet. I thanked Daddy for the honor and proceeded kissing his feet. Once satisfied Daddy then had me crawl into the bedroom. Once inside HE removed the plug and nothing came out. All of HIS cum had absorbed into my body..Daddy then had me get on the bed on my back and just like the night before I kissed his beautiful body. As his cock neared my mouth my penis was straining against my new cage. I kissed every gorgeous inch of his cock before his balls came to rest in my mouth. I slobbered all over Daddy's balls. I got them nice and wet before placing them in my mouth to suck on. Once Daddy was satisfied with my worshipping of his balls he removed them from my mouth and worked his way back down my body allowing me to kiss every inch of his cock again. He then took his cock and this time rammed it down my throat. He showed me no mercy as he abused my mouth. Before long he had forced his cock down my throat. All of this was intentional because my slobber and spit would be all the lube I got today. After abusing my mouth and throat for several minutes Daddy pulled out and put my legs over his shoulders and then rammed his cock up my ass in one quick motion. It hurt like hell but luckily I was somewhat open from the plug. Daddy then leaned forward and started making love to me. After a few minutes Daddy's cock felt really good. My poor penis was leaking precum profusely. Then without warning without getting fully hard I came. All over myself and Daddy. Daddy raised up just a little and had me eat my own cum. This sent Daddy over the edge and he unloaded his cum with force. I felt it deep inside my boipussy. When Daddy finished he pulled out and put the plug back inside my boipussy. We both lay there exhausted. We must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I heard the doorbell ring. Daddy told me to answer it just the way I was. I did as I was told. I got up and answered the door only to be greeted by a woman. I didn't recognize her. She said I must be the bitch of the house and today was the beginning of my training. Daddy came to the door and hugged the lady. Come to find out it was Daddy's sister. But what new training I wondered.

Oh these topics... I hate to the be buzzkill on this “topic” but seriously all these topics end up doing is objectifying black men, and I can assure you that’s not attractive to the vast majority of POC. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being attracted to people different than your self, and if fact it’s probably a good thing. What isn’t is terms like “BBC” and insinuating that every black man is a hung sex god top.

I swear to God I am going to Breed that tight hole before long. He is playing right into the role and starting to relax and open up a little around my boy, who is his buddy at Gym and Hot Yoga. Any time he is over I swear he lay's like that after working out with my boy just to tease me.

Death’s Order My week started fucked up and it looked like it was going to end that way too, of course with it only being Wednesday I couldn’t tell what the next two days would bring. No matter what the rest of the week had in store for me, I was going to end it with a bang. The ride home from work just added to my frustration, first I missed my normal bus home, then I was lost in thought and missed my stop, having to get off on the next and walk back to my building, only to arrive to find I missed place my keys. Fuck me!! It took me twenty minutes to realize that I dropped them in my back pack. Once in my studio apartment I dropped everything I was carrying on the bed and headed to my little makeshift bar to make a cocktail. In my hast, I missed the envelope on the floor about a foot inside. My mind went negative instantly. What the fuck now? Did the people down stairs complain again about me. Assholes. Bending down to pick it up, I almost spilt my cocktail, fuck that would be alcohol abuse. Odd, it wasn’t addressed to me, the front and back was blank. My first instinct was to toss it, but it peaked my curiosity, so I decided to open it. Inside was a card, slightly smaller than the envelope, which read: Death’s Order Friday night 9 p.m. 744 Industrial Park (Be ready for everything) Personal Password: VENOM Nothing on the front of the card indicated who sent it, although I did find a symbol that I did not recognized on the back. My mind raced wondering who the hell could have sent this too me. Was a friend fucking with me? Was someone trying to trap me? The industrial park area had long been abandoned by legit business, leaving only questionable ones, crime, drug deals and street walkers. A majority of the buildings in that area were condemned and the ones that were still in use were close to being labeled that. I had two days to decide if I should go and if Thursday and Friday were anything like the first three days of the week, I was going. Even with my mind doing mental cartwheels trying to figure this invitation out, my cock was so hard in my underwear that it was throbbing and pumping out pre-cum. There was something about this mystery that sexually excited me, was it that I was to be ready for anything or was it the password itself. I wouldn’t know until Friday. Thursday went by fast and still fucked up, while Friday time stood still. When it seemed as if hours had passed during the day, it was only minutes and as those minutes passed my cock throbbed from constantly being hard. I was constantly adjusting my dick in my pants through out the day. Getting up from my desk was like trying to hide a giant red wood tree in a pile of match sticks, not my dick is not that massive. As soon as my day was over, I rushed home to “get ready for everything.” I had time and I knew that it would only take about 30 minutes by cab to my destination, if I could get a cab to go there. I downed a couple of cocktails as I prepared, relaxing me. I was done and out the door with about an hour to spare with the first cab I found willing to take me. My anticipation and excitement grew with each passing minute. My cock was still rock hard, ready for what ever was waiting for me. My cab dropped me off, just feet from the door, gave me his business card, telling me to call no matter the time and he would pick me up to take me home. Maybe my luck was changing, then I saw the same symbol that was on the back of the invitation. I still didn’t know that it meant. I stood before the door, just staring as the cab disappeared in the distance. Frozen, I started to question this decision. Was I ready for this? What if this changed my life completely? Would I be able to handle what ever was about to happen? The door was painted black with a sliding peephole like they had during prohibition, at eye level. There was no signage indicating what this place was, just a number placard to the side of the door with the address. Mustering all my courage, I knocked three times and waited. The sliding peephole quickly slid open, revealing half hidden eyes. The silence was deafening it was like the world around me suddenly stopped what they were doing and was quietly judging me. The uttering of my password was the only sound heard breaking the silence and bringing the world came back to life. The peephole slammed shut, forcing me to stare at the black door once again. After a series of clicks from inside, the door began to swing open, but only wide enough for me to slip in, then it closed again quickly. I entered a space that was dimly lite. I felt like this was a man-trap. An area where someone could be handled before entering a speakeasy. I turned and was face to chest to a huge Bull. Dressed in a brown robe, fasted in the middle with buckles, around the waist was a wide brown leather waist cincher with an emblem that I could not make out, guessing I would have said it was the same as the invitation and business card. His eyes were now fully hidden from view from a hood, leaving only his nose, mouth and chin visible. Even with the robe being some what loose in places, I could still tell this man was solid muscle. What was underneath was a mystery and I wanted to solve it. “Thru the door, strip and wait” he ordered. As I turned to leave this little area, he grabbed the door hand, opened the door, then slapped my ass with an evil chuckle. Fuck me, what was I in for? Inside the room was a wall of black lockers, yet no locks. Okay, I will take a chance. I stripped out of my clothes, put them inside the unlucky locker numbered thirteen. Then I waited - again, with my cock pointing the way, dripping pre-cum to a small puddle between my feet. Another door opened, revealing another man in the same brown robe and hood, although this man was not as large as the first man I had met. He was about a foot taller than me, and had a dark presence, yet I was not scared. “I am your Priest. I will be killing your inhibitions in order to see if you are worthy of entering The Order. Hesitation is your enemy. Opposition is failure, which will lead to vanquishment and the resending of our invitation” the figured said. “You are a heretic, you deny the freedom of sex by constraining. By opposing the pleasure of skin against skin, by denying the seed of life from mixing, and by denying pleasure for those that are carrying death” he continued. “Tonight, we change that. Shall we commence?"

I got fucked on the lawn of trailer park in the early morning hours. His BF was inside sleeping and cars were driving by. Plenty of times at the adult bookstore. Loved getting watched through the glory holes. Back seat of my suburban at the drive in. Bumped into my GF's brother inside the snack bar. I was in high school. Bathroom stall in a Hardees. Several men came in and pissed while we were doing it. Behind the couch at a house party for New Years Eve. People were watching the whole time and trying to tell me to stop. He was Poz and it was bb. On my balcony at about 5AM, i live on the 2nd floor. Sucked a bartender off while he was serving drinks. About 20 people were in the bar at the time

After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

Chapter Two I didn’t have time to answer as the Priest had moved through the door and silently motioned for me to follow. Silent consent by moving lead to my discovery of a short hall with four doors, reminding me of an adult bookstore arcade. Interesting. The Priest stopped in the middle of the hall, so two of the doors were behind him and two in front of him. I stopped just with in a foot of him, which allowed me to breath in the musk emanating through his robe. It was almost as intoxicating as poppers. He smelt like sex, that mixture of sweat, cum, and a hint of poppers, which made me realize that I left mine in locker number 13, just my luck. “Here, heretic, you will heighten sexual gratification by experiencing sex in extreme circumstances with a lack of inhibition and judgement. By comprehending that every cock brings sexual gratification no matter whom that cock is attached to, the size and shape of the cock, and your expectations, only then you will release the inhibitions holding you back from the full experience of sex. In basic terms, heretic, you will learn to take any cock and all cock” Again, before I could answer, the Priest opened a door, exposing me to the room hidden behind. My instinct was correct, it was an booth from an arcade, yet no porn playing on a cheap ass TV. As I entered, the Priest followed, I noticed to my right there was a glory hole about ass level in the opaque wall and to my left was another glory hole just below head level. The walls looked like glass, but as I reached out and touched them, the gave a little, helping me to draw the conclusion that they were some sort of plastic. Glancing behind me, the Priest stood guard in front of the close door, as I listened to foot steps behind the wall. Two shadows separated each moving to a position on the other side of the glory holes. My cock jumped in anticipation, yet deflated slightly as I was assaulted by a horrible odor emanating from inside the walls. The smell went beyond the natural musk of a man’s body; this was the pure odor of filth. Gagging, I fought back the urge to expel what little I had in my stomach. Trying hard not to fuck up and lose what the opportunity to find out what The Order was, I swallowed quickly. The Priest moved to position me in between the glory holes, lining up my ass with the one on the right and my mouth with the one on the left. He positioned my hands on each side of my head, allowing me to brace myself. From the sounds coming from in front of me, I deduced that pants were being dropped and I was about to taste cock, a smelly, filthy cock. Behind me, I felt fingers running up and down my crack. It’s finger nail scratching the skin inside, sending chills up my back. It made about six passes up and down my ass, then pulled away. I soon felt wetness, as the finger was replaced with a tongue. Dropping my hands from the wall, I grabbed each check and pulled them apart giving who ever greater access to my hole, while I opened my mouth fully readying myself for what I could only imagine was a horrible taste. I could feel the heat of the cock sliding into my mouth first, then the taste registered. The mixture of flavors started my gagging and heaving, to which I fought back again. Determined to complete this task, I wrapped my lips around the shaft of this fat cock and started to run my tongue over the cock sliding deeper into my throat. Once my face was buried in the matted hair at the base of the cock, did I start to pull back and discover it was uncut. I quickly moved my tongue inside the foreskin, scooping up what every was being stored and kept warm for someone like me. My spit mixed with the ripe dick cheese and fucking who knows what, before I swallowed it down. I started getting into a rhythm of sliding my lips up and down the now hard uncut cock and was soon pass the unclean taste of cock. I moaned in enjoyment as I throated the cock. The tongue continued licking my hole, depositing it’s slick wet spit inside and out. There was so much spit in my crack that it oozed down and was coating my balls. I fought to resist the urge to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, not knowing if it was allowed. With in moments, the tongue retreated from the glory hole and replaced with the spongy head of another cock. My mind instinctively reacted, trying to have me stop since it was a bare cock. I always get fucked safe, although that was the correct thing to do in this day and age, I always felt unfulfilled. The cock pushed against my hole which gave some resistance, but as wet as it was, it quickly slid in. The skin on skin sensation was amazing and sent chills up my spine. Relaxing my hole, I gave the bare cock drive deep within me. The two men soon coordinated their movements, when I pushed back on the cock in my hole, the one in my throat slid out, while the forward movement on the cock in my mouth, pulled the one almost out of my hole. It was steady rhythm at first but quickly increased. I was in ecstasy, yet all that was about to change. A click invaded the sounds of fucking and sucking, which to my surprise announced that the opaque plastic wall in front and behind me was now clear. My mind panicked as I saw before me what looked like a homeless man. His clothes were ratty, filthy and hanging off his body. His hands and nails were caked with dirt. I bravely shifted my eyes upwards towards his face, without even dropping his cock from my mouth. As I got the full view, this man had a matted beard, his eyes were hallow, sunk back into the sockets. This man looked as if he had not eaten in months, his checks were sunken in looking like death. And I was sucking his cock, enjoying his cock and never stopped even when he was revealed to me. I could only imagine what the man behind me fucking me looked like. “good, good” the Priest said. I continued to allow these two homeless men to fuck my mouth and hole, and I was fucking enjoying it. My cock was bouncing as I pushed back and forth on the raw cock in my hole, streaming more pre-cum than I have ever done. I milked the pre-cum from the uncut cock in my mouth. I could feel each cock hardening more, thickening as they got closer and closer to shooting their loads of cum deep inside me. I feared that I would pull them each out and fail. I fought hard to push this from my mind. The cock in my hole shot first, it slid deep within, pulsing as the load shot out and coated my inside. This was the first load I had ever taken. I felt the warmth as the man’s sperm entered me, white washing my pink insides. It wasn’t long before the uncut cock in my mouth was pushed in as far as it could go and was spraying my throat with cum. I felt the pulsing on my tongue as this cock shot down my throat. I was disappointed since I did not get to taste the cum from this uncut homeless man, especially after I sucked it clean of it’s filth. Each cock moved slowly back and forth after shooting their loads, pushing their sperm in deeper and deeper as their cocks became sensitive, until they both flopped softly out of my used holes. I felt empty, I wanted more. The rush was intoxicating. Once free from my spit-roast, I straightened up. I had expected the Priest to be stroking his cock with and open robe, but was disappointed to find him standing there with his hands behind his back. There was not even a “tent” in the fabric of the robe which added to my disappointment, since that was hot as fuck, even to my standards. “You exceeded my expectations. I had determined that you would fail, once you realized that two homeless men were using you for sexual gratification you would quit. You now should understand that any cock can bring you sexual satisfaction.” the Priest said breaking the silence. I nodded accepting the fact that from now on, I could suck or fuck any cock, no matter who it was attached to. I began to regret that I had turned down so many men, simply because I was not attracted to them or that they were beneath me. “Regret is a powerful adversary now, yet do not dwell on regret, even if you fail you have learned that any cock can give you pleasure. Shall we continue” Once spoken, we left the booth and headed down the hall. Another door stopped us after we took a left turn. With still no more words spoken since we left the booth, we passed through and came to two doors, one on each side of the hall.