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Mr.Benson puts Joey and me to work as both of us are Poz and are very desirable to chasers and stealth condom fairies. At bathhouses, we show up; ass holes are spread open for our toxic loads. We got to colleges Gay frat parties, which are safe only, so we have to hide our Poz tattoos, but we bring our condom that always fails. Sometimes we hear someone came down with the flu. One college newspaper posted that the school has a high number of men who have tested POZ. We get a call from Mr.Benson to come home ASAP, so we both know something is up. When we get back home, he hands us chastity devices and says that he is going to lock us up for the next 30 days. He tells us that we are going to the Bio Hazard Ball; it's going to be a fun time. We see the rules: Tops can not be on meds, and must be Poz then will be tested before entering. Poz Tops can only use these drugs. Caverject Viagra Poppers Tops will ware either wrist band on their left wrist white with red crosses or a Glod wrist band that lets people know they have full-blown AIDS. Bottoms will be negative lockup in chastity will be tested 30 days then two weeks before the event to make sure they are negative. They must go on a liquid diet two weeks before arriving, the only drugs they can use. GHB Meth Poppers Ketamine They can not refuse any Top advances or their load. If you have a condom, you will be removed out from the party. The party is to convert as many bottoms as possible. I ask Mr.Benson how does this party goes, so there are enough bottoms as he is laughing then says there is no limit on the number of tops as they keep the ratio of neg.chaseres to POZ Tops at 4 to 1. There are so many bottoms who want to become Poz; they put a limit on them. They have taken over the whole hotel, and it's so crowded at the check-in line, then Mr. Benson says, let's go this way. They have a separate line for the Poz Tops as we have to get tested. When it's my turn, they ask me my age, and I say 19 he is laughing, and 20 minutes later, I get my POZ wrist band. I see a few with the gold band, as they are like royalty, I see one with the gold band who is about my age and I can see the bulge in his pants. Walking down the hall to our room, I see the doors with this symbol + or - so it's too let you know what you are. Tops can lock their door as bottoms, can not lock their door, must be open all the time. Tops can wear whatever clothes they want; bottoms can only have PINK jockstraps on. There is also a grand ballroom that is for public breeding. The chasers are in a pen like you have cattle, and the Tops pull them out, take them to one of the benches, beds, slings and breed them put a butt plug in their ass then back the to pen.

To start, it might help to tell a little about me. I am basically a somewhat regular person that most people wouldn't really notice while walking past on the street or in the mall. I lead a standard life with nothing really spectacular on outside appearances but out of sight of most folk I have a distinct affection for many alternative and kink realms, and oftentimes the more outside the norm something is, the more I feel attracted to it. This adventure starts on Grindr where I had been chatting with someone (Mark) for a while but had yet to ever meet. His profile originally caught my attention because of his attractive picture, as well as several of the things in his bio including his interest in kink and other activities. An additional aspect that caught my eye was his status which was listed as poz / undetectable. I was negative and we had chatted somewhat in depth about his status, when and how he contracted it, his treatment and so forth and his openness with everything made me feel quite comfortable. While I have played around some (both protected and unprotected), I have tried to be relatively careful while doing so and I have managed to remain disease free in all ways - through having caution in who I meet with as well in the activities we engage in and the level of protection. Mark and I had talked about getting together with some of our conversations becoming very steamy, but I live with family so my place is only available at certain times and his living situation made his place unavailable for meeting there. Between that and our differing availability (he sometimes travels for work) our getting together never happened. It had been a while since I had seen him online then one morning I logged in to find him there which immediately sent a tinge of arousal through my body. I had woke up particularly horny and hadn't played for quite some time so was thinking of masturbating to start the day but really wanted something much more and I sent him a message saying that I was horny and asked if he'd like to meet. I embellished the message to be intentionally enticing and pointed out that it was safe to meet and play at my place right now if he was available. His reply was every bit as enticing as my invite and he essentially told me I better be careful what I asked for because I just might get 'it' because he hadn't gotten off for a long while and was horny. He then added that he had been out of town for a while with work and it would probably be best if we didn't meet right now which sort of burst my bubble. I was turned on by the first part of his reply, but disappointed with the last part so responded with a picture of my bare ass and replied "Do you want to cum - here?" in an attempt to encourage him. He didn't respond for several minutes then a picture of his bare, glistening wet and fully erect cock popped up on my screen and he replied "My cock says yes, but we would need to talk first." His cock picture sent a bolt of electricity throughout me and I replied: "We can chat here *I gave him my address* and would love to meet you. I am free right now." It was another several minutes before his reply. "I will be there in 20 minutes." I replied "Awesome!" then immediately headed to the bathroom to do a quick pre-play cleansing (inside and out) with my heart beating deep and fast. Clean-up went pretty quickly and I was in my sweats and a t-shirt by the time his car pulled in front of the house. My heart continued its rapid beat and in addition I could feel wetness seeping from my loins as he came toward the house. I met him at the door and could sense that there was passion flowing in both directions as soon as our eyes connected. Once inside, I closed and locked the door and led him to the bedroom where the lighting was dim and I had porn playing on the screen at just the right volume to set an atmosphere. He said it was great to finally meet me which I replied much the same, and since he wasn't making any moves I got on the bed and moved to the other side and he sat down beside me. His pictures hadn't really done true justice and his body was even hotter than I anticipated, particularly with his loose fitting gym shorts and t-shirt doing little to hide his physique. It left little to the imagination but I couldn't keep my hand from reaching over to rest on his upper thigh where it slowly moved toward a covered but quite pronounced bulge. Mark's hand came to rest gently on my forearm and as he looked straight into my eyes he said: "We need to have a little talk." "Can it wait for a little bit?" I asked as my eyes looked back into his and my palm came to rest on top of his thinly covered but very evident erect manhood and balls with my fingers tenderly moving upon him. As his eyes closed, his head leaned back into the pillow and it became clear that the talking could wait. His relaxed and awaiting posture increased my desire and I moved around to face him while on my knees and kneeled there with one hand continuing to explore his loins with my second beginning to caress his upper body. His hand remained in place on my forearm but began to slowly stroke as an encouragement for me to continue. As I continued to touch and softly squeeze, his cock grew ever harder and his body relaxed as if in a further invitation. My hand slid downward on his leg and then up once again, only this time it entered between his flesh and his shorts where I cradled his bare balls and engorged manhood. Talking became the last thing on our minds and when his lips parted, it was not to say words but for his tongue to emerge and wet his two lips. I haven't been big into kissing but in the atmosphere of the moment, I found the urge and leaned forward where our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He appeared to like the kissing too and within moments the head of his cock was covered with wetness as his pre-cum began flowing forth. We both moaned in unison and continued our kiss but as I removed my now wet and slick hand from inside his shorts and attempted to remove his shorts, he pulled his head slightly back and murmured "We really need to talk first." I somewhat sarcastically said a soft "Yeah?" before my lips again enjoined his while I maintaining a downward pull on his waistband. His body seemed to give in and with his eyes fully closed and his tongue softly swirling, his bottom raised upward and soon he was bare from the waist down. I raised up to see his exposed cock and balls and with the rapidly increasing temperatures between us, I removed my shirt and began removing my pants. He leaned up to shed his shirt too and we were then naked together. In seeing his bare body, I was in full and complete in lust. The feeling was likely mutual because as I leaned down to lick his soaked loins, his palm rested atop my head as a sign of encouragement. The taste was truly alluring and just when I thought I had cleaned up every droplet into my mouth, another would appear and his flow never stopped. My mouth then opened and took him inside, starting at the head and working downward until I began to choke. His arousal seemed to increase as I did so and in addition to the hand on my head, he placed a second on my ass cheeks where it began rubbing and squeezing. As his fingertips probed further, he discovered that I was slippery with lube that I had applied earlier after I had cleansed myself. My lips began moving up and down on his engorged cock and I did my best to take it all the way, but I'd softly gag each time it reached the deeper depths. He didn't seem to mind though and perhaps it was a turn on because I soon found his fingers entering in and out of my ass in tune with the movement of my mouth on his cock. With my hands free and not occupied by his cock, I reached for a bottle of poppers and took several deep hits, with only a momentary pause in my sucking. The feeling of euphoria soon overtook my body and evidently my throat as well because I found myself now taking his entire hard cock fully with only an occasional small gag, and from his reaction, he was enjoying it as much as I was. I rose once again and took a huge hit, held it for a short bit then followed with another. I then replaced the cap and moved to straddle his body with my bare ass coming to rest atop his hot and wet cock and I looked deep into his eyes. He began to mouth the word "no", somewhat softly at first but increasingly stronger as I slowly gyrated on top of him. When his cock nuzzled up to the entrance of my hole and my opening began to part, he reached up to take hold of me and said "We have to talk." I looked at him and stopped, my body hungering to go downward, but I waited to hear as he began talking and said that he had been off of his meds during his work trip because he had forgotten them at home. I was conflicted and admittedly a bit scared too, but at the same time my arousal was through the roof - the feeling of exposure and the vulnerability of a poz and possibly no longer undetectable cock probing inside my body had my heartbeat and breathing going spastic. With the length of time he was off of his meds, neither one of us really thought it would be safe to go on, and things had come together and happened in a way that there wasn't an opportunity to research it before we got to this point. In honesty, didn't want to become infected and he didn't want to infect me, but at the same time our arousal had taken us to this all-time high point for both of us. As we were talking about it, I became aware that I was now sitting fully impaled on his rock hard cock - and I could now feel both the soreness of my fully stretched ass and the stress his knob was creating as it was pushing the lining of my inner rectum further within my body. He realized how deeply he was inside too and shyly said that it felt like his cock was leaking and that things were becoming wet inside - but at the same time, was admittedly feeling so very gawd awful hot. As I remained motionless and uncertain, Mark reached down and came back with the bottle of poppers that had worked its way beneath his bottom and was now quite hot from it's confined position against his hot flesh. Almost by instinct, I reached forward, took the bottle in my hands, exhaled completely, removed the top and took multiple inhalations of the warmed and deeply potent scent. Upon completion, Mark took the bottle from my hand and took a strong hit before closing the bottle, his palms coming to rest on my hips where he took a somewhat assuring grip - looking into my eyes with a renewed sense of arousal. I began to raise up, causing his cock to slide alongside my stretched and open hole which gave a wonderful feeling. My lifting also removed some of the pressure on my painfully stretched inner membrane, but interestingly the feeling of being deeply impaled on his cock felt far better than the sense of not being there - particularly after the last dose of poppers I just had. While I think I was intending to get up and to stop - because we could always wait and play another day when we knew it was safer - but my body, the moment, the poppers, and the amazing feeling of his cock being inside my ass caused me to sink back down and to become fully impaled again. "What are you thinking?" Mark said as he looked into my eyes, his palms holding me tight but not forcing me either way. I looked deeply back while moving slowly back and forth on his potentially potent cum pole, pondering for a few moments, then without a further thought, I raised upward, his cock pulling free and watching it wetly slap against his stomach. I then took a position with my bare body beside his, my exposed ass raised slightly in the air and clearly said: "Fuck me, gawd, fuck me hard." As his body rose, I planted my face deep into the bed and it was probably a good thing that I did because when his cock plunged roughly inside me, I gave out a strong audible gasp and the fucking began. I am not sure if the tears that began to flow were from the pain that his hard fucking was giving me, or from the magic (or the fear) of what was happening, but at this point I was beyond any reasonable thinking - things were just happening and I didn't want to make it stop. I really didn't know if things were going to be okay but at this point I really didn't care, I just wanted it to happen - no matter what 'it' was. Mark was fucking me ever more intensely and I took each and every stroke, including the variety of slaps and punches that he began giving me while asking if this is what I wanted (he knew well of my masochistic interests), only to have my body twist and writhe to his motions, not trying to escape but to try to remain in place as it all happened. This went on for quite some time. My body can only take so much though and it reached the point I couldn't take anything more, but before I could say a word, he plunged deep inside and further than any stroke before, his teeth making a hard bite into my shoulder that I knew would leave an eternal mark and as I gave a full throated scream, his body began convulsing and pulsating with his unleashed cum flowing into and coating my worn rectum. His fucking had stopped and I think he was just as exhausted as I was, but he didn't get up and continued to lay on me, his cock firmly lodged and with the bulk of his cum contained inside me but with an ooze of the overflow working its way out too. It was quite a while before he finally pulled his body free and for me to be able to start recovering. I remember how precious it was though in hearing his words about how amazing of a fuck it was, and if nothing else, I felt great satisfaction in knowing that I pleased him that way (which turned me on and only made me want him to fuck me again - soon). I lay on the bed a bit longer with the growing stark realization of the seriousness of what just occurred, which was really sinking in with a multitude of thoughts flowing through my head, some absolutely scary. When we met, the last thing that I wanted was to become poz, but now that we had fucked like that, some of the scary stuff began dissipating and was being replaced with some type of wanton desire. The fuck was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. If nothing more I am filled with a cherished (and in some ways physically painful) feeling, and having the uncertainty involved is making it even more intense. While time will tell what the ultimate outcome of this play will be, I found that my play with Mark was very much on the edge compared to anything I have done before and visiting the edge is something that I find myself wanting to happen again - particularly if it carries an euphoric and true degree of risk.

I am in an open, loving and supportive relationship for 28 years now. We are married. Our relationship has always been open. I have a lot of sex with other guys. I host sex parties several times a month. And it works. I think the reason is because we are both secure in ourselves. There is no jealousy. We have a wonderful relationship. And living in Palm Springs, I have a lot of friends in the same situation. The idea that you cannot have a successful long term open relationship is bullshit. While there are many factors that go into it, communication is the key. We both understand that life is too short to keep each other from having fun and exploring ourselves. I think too many guys place their insecurities on the other guy instead of dealing with it themselves. I am not saying an open relationship is for everyone. If you and your partner are into monogamy, great. However, there are a lot of us who like and enjoy an open relationship. And it works.

I left the toilet clothes in hand and butt naked. My cock still hard and dripping. I was a little torn between wanting to watch him knock up some 18-year-old and getting cock up my ass myself. But my quivering ass made up my mind for me. My ass still felt the assault from that AIDS daddy in the restroom. Having his cock up my ass for just a few minutes pounding away coating my guts with his toxic precum for just a few strokes made me uncontrollably horny to get fucked by anyone. I wanted to cock up my ass. Any cum, lots of cum, from anyone who would do it to me. I was really hoping the rumors I had heard about this place in Evening were true. The sun had set but the night was clear and the moon was pretty close to full. I walked to the edge of the woods and stood there gently stroking my cock before I walked in. Giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the change in light. I looked back toward the toilets. I saw the shape of a young guy moving towards the toilet. He was stripping off his clothes as he approached. When he got to the door he tossed his clothes in some shrubs next to the door. I heard the squeak of the door as he entered. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I walked back over to the toilets and pulledthe kid’s clothes from the bushes. In the light I could tell that his clothes would fit me OK. There was a pair of basketball shorts that would be a little snug but not bad. There was an oversized T-shirt, perfect. And a jockstrap. I held the pouch to my face and sniffed deeply. Unmistakable scent of teenage boy underwear. I had smelled it enough time with my own two boys. I knew what teen boy cock smells like. I slipped on the jock. Tossed my clothes into the bush where his he been. And took his clothes with me. I stepped onto the trail at the edge of the woods. I walked down the path able to discern shapes and movement in the half light. There were other guys in the park. I don’t know where they had come from because there were no cars. There must be another access to the park. I walked along quietly gingerly until I got to a spot I recognized. It was a spot where almost 3 years ago I had been pozfucked by a hot young guy. The spot where my quest for AIDS started. I stepped off the trail and took a few steps towards the figure out the dark. He started moving closer to me. As he got within a few feet we recognized each other. It was the kid who passed me almost 3 years ago. And he recognized me. ” hey there,” he said “ Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Back for more?” He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bone. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right that was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bony. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right path was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. We started talking and making out. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth sliding in deep as I could into my throat. While I was sucking him he confessed to me that the guy in the toilets had converted him a month before he fucked me. He told me I was his first breeding after he was positive. He also told that he had full-blown AIDS at this point. That turned me on more than I could say. I slid his cock deep in my throat as I could. Milked it with my throat muscles. He moaned grab the back of my head and started face fucking me. Slamming his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes he pushed me away. ”Fuck dude” he said,”you’re an amazing cocksucker.but I want that ass. I want to give you my virus.” He pulled me up and pushed me back around up against a tree. He squatted down behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He buried his face in my ass, tonguing my hole, working it in an out.I was moaning like the slut bitch that I am. Begging him to pause my ass up. Begging him to slide his aides babies up into my guts. ”Oh fuck dude. I want that ass so bad.” he muttered. He stood and unceremoniously plunged his cock deep into my ass all the way to the hilt. I screamed and moaned at the same time. He rested his cock in me as he slipped a poppers bottle under my nose. He held my nostril shut and I breathe deep. Reached up and held his hand in place. I breathed in three or four times in that one nostril and then switched. I breathed then three or four more hits in the other nostril. I was flying high as his cock started pistoning in and out of my hole, Tearing up my guts and banging my prostate hard. I was moaning and begging for a seed. Begging for his aids babies. Begging for his virus in my bloodstream. Then I started begging him for demon seed. Begging him to bring me over to the Darkside. In my mind all I could think was that I was sacrificing my ass to pure evil. My cock was hard and rubbing up against the material of the jockstrap. As the kid fucked me I shot a big load into the pouch of the jockstrap. And as my ass clamped hard for my orgasm his cock began to spasm in my whole. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me as close up against him as he could get. Pushing his cock as deep in my body as it would go. Past my second sphincter. Deep into my guts he poured his aids. I can’t explain it but ass his semen filled my body a kind of shadow fell over my soul, fell over my vision. Not only was there no going back at this point, there was no desire to. There was only desire for cum. There was only desire for pleasure. There is only desire to please anyone with a cock. Deep in my soul I knew that I had given myself over completely to cock, cum., and pleasure. He stroked his cock in and out of my ass a few more strokes. He rested against my back. His cock gently slid out and he stepped away from me. I never saw him leave because as soon as he stepped away someone else stepped up and another cock slid into my hole. After three more cocks and three loads in my ass I finally left the woods. Cum was running down my legs but I didn’t care. I felt so complete so satisfied. As I walked by the toilets I checked the bushes. The clothes were gone. Some random kid who just got an ass load of aids was walking around in my clothes. It was then I realized all I was wearing was the jockstrap. As I approach the road I slipped on the shorts. And jogged my way back to my car. I never bothered to change clothes or to put on the shirt. I just threw myself in the car and went directly to the porno store And spent the rest of the night worshiping cock and accepting seed from anyone.

*Cums inside* ... I asked you to pull out ... Oooops, forgot to turn my hearing aid on! 😈 Goodness, if my Dick is inside a boys cunt, that is it, it is then a done deed that I WILL be ejaculating inside of him. If he is not prepared to be inseminated, then he should play with tops who use condoms. Would you place a delicious looking slice of cake in front of me and tell me I was not allowed to eat it?

A bit of background on me and my situation, For alittle less than a year now I have been seeing (servicing) a very dom older black man. Ive become completely submissive to him, and he has used me several days a week since we first met. He also has me service some of his buddies on a fairly regular basis. I spend nights at his place sometimes, being used by 5 to 8 other black men throughout the night. Since the lock down about a month ago, he had to stop doing things with multiple men and weekend parties. He said to make up for it that me and him would be spending the lockdown together. I am working from home, on call, but not many hours of the day have to go into my work. He has been staying at my place almost every night for a month, I have not worn clothes in a month, except for a collar. I service him all day, while he kicks back, watches tv or plays video games, I will be sucking and licking him. He has also always been into me drinking his piss, which I have always submitted and done. But I admit, the first week or so of him staying here was rough, I drink ALL his piss now. It was a bit much to get used to. At times I think to myself how fucked up that is, but I cant help it also turning me on. Then theres the thought of how I have swallowed on average at least two of his loads, every single day for a month. Over the last year I have come to realize his submissive I am, and he has certainly driven that home, but being nothing but a sex slave and naked for a month now, its a mind trip. When all this crazy covid stuff is over, he said I should find a job where I can perminately work from home like this, and that if I do, he will take all this even further, and make me more of a sub that I ever could imagine.

Perspective, eh? In a D/s dynamic, as a sub if I have a Dom controlling and organizing who breeds me, it strengthens my connection to Him because i think of any other guy as an extension of Him, kind of like He is using them like living dildos to fuck and gape me. Though I know everyone isn’t wired that way

Older, Not Wiser The show on the TV ended and the next episode looked pretty lame, so I turned off the TV and picked up the laptop to do a little surfing. I hit most of my usual hookup sites and had a couple emails at a few of them. There was one from the older guy and I opened it first. "sorry for not replying sooner, been busy. Yes, I'm sure. You up for meeting?" the message read. I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with an older vanilla guy, but I figured it was worth getting a little more info. "maybe. u on prep?" I sent back. The little green dot next to his profile told me he was online and I wondered if I would get a reply back. It was only a couple minutes and I heard the "ding." "What's that?" he had replied. I chuckled to myself wondering just how experienced this guy was. "a drug" I replied, being intentionally vague. Less than a minute later I had his reply. "I don't do any drugs other than pot on rare occasions. Do you?" he asked. I shook my head and laughed. I responded "pot 4 me 2." I knew this guy was in way over his head and yet my cock got hard thinking about dumping a toxic load or two inside him and letting fate decide what happens. Once he was poz he could become the sex pig he's always wanted to be. I hadn't gotten another message, so I sent one "when u want to meet?" A few other sites didn't generate any interest and I was about to give up when I got a message back from the older guy (phnx469). "Sorry, wife interrupted. meet @ 6pm?" he said. This was getting more interesting. Was this guy yet another married bi guy craving poz dick? I sent back "ok. where?" and he answered right away "20th floor by elevators." Chuckling to myself I wondered if he was college boy's dad. Yeah, there were over a dozen other condo's on the floor, but it was really hot to think I might have a chance at knocking up a real father and son. Coming back to reality, I replied back "u going 2b alone?" "Yes. Wife n kid will be shopping" he replied. I licked my lips and typed out "ok." With a few hours to kill I watched some porn and then showered. While he wanted to meet at the elevators, I took the stairs instead. I felt a little more winded than normal for climbing nine flights, but put it down to my more sedentary life locked up at home and with fucking my only real exercise. "Gonna have to come up with a workout schedule I can do at home" I thought as I opened the door. Looking down the hallway, I spotted someone near the elevators and walked calmly towards them. As I approached he seem startled that I didn't come via the elevator. I wasn't really sure that it was him since the pictures were of a smooth guy and I could see chest hair popping out of his tank top. His legs showed a decent amount of hair on them below his jogging shorts and he had several days growth on his face. "Phoenix?" I said quietly and he nodded. One thing I don't like is guys sending out pictures that are either old or different on how they look. A new piercing or tattoo is fine, but 30 pounds heavier or like in this case, much hairier, is deceptive advertising. He said "Follow me" and started walking down the hall. He wasn't walking towards college boy's condo, so another fantasy was gone and I tried to figure out what I was going to do. One option was to turn and go back the way I came but that seemed like a cowardly way to end this. I followed him down the hall and was surprised when he opened the door to the other stairwell. As soon as we got inside, I put my hand on his shoulder and said "Stop." Phnx469 seemed to be surprised. In a hushed tone I said "What's the deal? Your pictures don't really look like what I see right now and you aren't even naked yet." He stared back at me a moment, looking confused. I flicked my finger over the tufts of hair poking over the neckline of his tank top. "Oh that. Yeah, my wife wanted me to shave my body hair and that's when the pictures were taken that I used on the site" Phnx469 said. Pushing him against the wall, moving about six inches nose to nose and no where near a good social distance, I looked him in the eyes telling him "Dude, that's not cool. I don't mind hairy guys but you clearly are showing a smooth guy on your profile. What else is totally wrong?" He was nervously shaking and I saw him try to speak, but nothing was coming out. On the third try he mumbled "Nnnnnothing. That's the only thing that changed. I... I... I hated shaving it all the time." I realized that I may have given him that "try kinkier stuff" goal accidentally by getting a little dominant with him. That wasn't my intent, but it helped get my point across and I told him firmly "OK, that's your one and only fuck-up. If anything else doesn't check out, I'm gonna be outta there and you're never getting another chance. Understand?" He nodded and I backed up, letting him get by and head down the stairs. We only went down one floor and ended up going into apartment 19J. I looked around and chuckled to myself, thinking I was suddenly in some grandmother's apartment. Lace was everywhere - on tables, on the curtains and on the 'art' on the wall. All of the furniture looked like it had been stolen out of Queen Victoria's castle. I hoped it was his wife's style choice but at least one of these pieces was probably going to have a cum stain or two on it soon. I gently guided him towards the sofa and told him to strip. "Bed?" he asked and I said "Nah, this looks like a better place. I can watch the door in case anyone comes home." "Let me get a towel" he then said. I chuckled and told him "Just don't make a mess and you'll be ok" before I put my hand on the back of the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. I raised my foot and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor as I said "Suck me quick before I see how that cheating ass of yours is." It wasn't a bad blowjob but nothing that was going to make me shoot right away. He knew how to do it, unlike a lot of straight or bi guys, he was just nervous sucking cock in his living room in full sight of the door. I rested my hand on the back of his head, which got him to take more of my stiffening cock into his mouth. He was struggling with the thickness but was doing a good job of keeping his teeth off my shaft. Wrapping both hands around the back of his head, I eased my cock deeper until it hit the back of his throat. He began gagging right away but I held it there a few moments before letting up and allowing him to breathe. "Oh fuck! I don't know if I can take that" he gasped out. "Oh, you will. If not down your throat then up your neg ass" I replied, pushing back in. It went deeper this time and I gave a little shove just before I pulled my cock out. He stood there staring at my spit covered cock and then looked up at my eyes. I knew he was having second thoughts but at this point I was committed. Unless he was a really bad fuck, he was going to get fucked and loaded up with my special DNA. Rubbing my cock over his lips as he looked up at me, I wanted to feel his tight pussy stretching around my cock. Letting go of his head, I grasped his arm and pulled him to his feet, turning him around and giving a gentle push to the corner of the sofa. He kneeled on the floral fabric cushion, bracing one hand on the arm and one on the back of the sofa. I knelt down and pried his hairy ass cheeks apart, pressing my face in between and rimming his hole. He was clean but there was the faint taste of lube so I didn't dig my tongue in any deeper. I forced some spit in though and based on the quivering of his sphincter he was relaxing a bit. "Perfect" I thought to myself and stood up, dragging my cock along the spread crevice until it found it's next target. Pulling the rest of my foreskin back, I pushed the dripping tip inward until I felt it give. Phnx469 started to groan loudly so I leaned forward and put my hand over his mouth. "Fuck, you're tight. Relax or this is really gonna hurt" I whispered in his ear. Adding more pressure, the further in I went the louder he yelled. My hand muffled some of it but I was glad we were not in the bedroom near the neighbor's apartment. I gave the side of his head a whack with my other hand and said "Relax, damnit!" His grip on my shaft loosened a little and I got another few inches in. "Is this the first bare poz cock you've taken?" I asked. "Mmhmm" he groaned out. "Good, then let's make this a memorable fuck" I replied, rocking my hips back and forth. I plowed a minute or two and then pulled almost out and dripped some more spit on my cock. He probably had everything setup in the bedroom, lube and maybe even condoms on the night stand, towel on the bed and maybe even a hidden camera to record the deed. But I was going to do this my way. Thrusting my hips, I went back to slowly plowing his tight hole and opening him up. He stayed still and while tense, he wasn't fighting my dick. I don't know if he got tired or relaxed more but after a couple more minutes his hole loosened its grip slightly so I could drive in easier and faster. The groans and grunts from him also had a less strained tone to them so I uncovered his mouth and moved both hands to his shoulders. It gave me a good stance to fuck him harder. I still hadn't given him all of my cock, it kept bumping into his inner ring and making him grunt but I hadn't broken through yet. Moving back a few inches, I changed my angle of attack and started digging the head of my cock in different directions. I knew the second I hit his prostate from his loud moan and the quivering of his sphincter around my cock. Surely he was leaving a nice wet patch of precum all over his wife's flowered couch. His cock wasn't the only one that was flowing precum. His hole was getting juicy and giving off those sloppy pussy sounds I love to hear. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him until his family came home and found him getting fucked by a stranger but I didn't want to deal with the drama. I drilled him harder for a few more minutes and then slowed down. I looked over his shoulder and on the table next to the couch was a picture of him, a woman and a teenage boy. "That your family?" I asked, grinding my hips on his ass. "Yeah" he said with a worried tone. I just chuckled and began thrusting again, turned on by him looking at his wife and kid while some stranger barebacked his cheating cunt. My balls started to tingle and I knew it was time to fill him up with my tainted seed. Shoving in hard, I broke past the inner ring and phnx469 let out a loud yelp. I dragged my cock slowly back and rammed in again garnering a painful "Oh fuck!" One more shove and I couldn't hold it in any more. The first few spurts fired off as I was shoving in and the next few were planted deep inside him. He moaned out another "Oh fuck!" while I growled breathlessly "Take that fuckin' poz load!" Each throb of my cock pumped more virus filled semen into his ass and it felt damn good. Rolling my hips a few times as the last few shots of cum pumped out made sure that his guts were painted with a thick coating of my cum. We stayed connected for a couple minutes until we were both breathing normally and my cock had started to soften. Slowly, I pulled out and saw a glob of dark pink cream run out of his stretched out hole, off his balls and on to the cushion of the couch below. As I backed away, he slowly stood up, his cock still hard and dripping the last remnants of his neg load. The back corner of the sofa cushion was wet and creamy as well as the seat cushion where he dripped while I fucked him. The scent of cum permeated the air and I knew he was going to have a hell of a cleanup job before his family got home. I picked up my shorts and put them on, grabbing his shorts and mopping the sweat off my face. Tossing his shorts at him, I started walking to his front door. "Thanks, man. You got a good ass and I'm sure that won't be the last poz dick you take" I said over my shoulder. Opening the door, I began walking down the hallway to the stairs at the other end. Just after I passed the elevators, the car arrived and out walked a woman and her son. They both headed in the other direction and I almost burst out laughing. Phnx469 wasn't going to have time to clean up the mess on the couch and he might not even have any clothes on. He really was going to have an interesting evening.

#8 Half Swedish & Half Mexican switch. 5ft 7 120LBS. black hair brown skin I have a 4 GA. P.A and other body piercing.

Me too, bloody hell. The bigger he is gaping the better. And I'd be inside of him like a whippet, enjoying fucking my man's loose warm cunt with all that other cum sloshing about. 💦👅💦

A while back i commented on here how i knew a hot guy for about 2 years that i had met on grindr. And for those 2 years he always fucked me with a condom . His dick is amazing a good nine inches or more , thick and big ballz . Think Rocco Steeles dick exactly like that no lie! But he always used condom i hated that and he never kissed or made out . With him it was always a quick one nite stand . He would come to my place and out the door in 10 mins . It got to the point i wasnt even enjoying it anymore so i stopped replying to his texts . Then yesterday he texted me out of nowhere after knowing nothing about him for probably more than 2 months. He said he was really horny and hadnt had sex in 2 months. I tought eh what the heck i also been really horny and havent had sex since all this quarantine shit started . I live in los angeles California were they been really strict with the lockdown . So i was really horny and needed something up my ass BAD!!! So even tho i knew he used condoms i was so desperate i told him fuck it come over. Ive got deep cleaned enema and all and called him over. When he showed up to my door my jaw dropped . I mean he was already good looking now he was even better. Hes tall about 6'4 nice worked out body he cuban/Mexican and has a nice full beard . Just how i like them . Im short 5'6 skinny twinkish ,smooth bubble butt so latin men like him are my favorite. Once we were in my roon we both instantly got naked and laid down on my bed. And for the first time ever in 2 years he pinned me down against the bed and started kissing me passionately he stuck his tongue down my throat and made out real good . He then started kissing my neck and going down and sucking on my pink nipples and bitting them again first time he ever did those things. What took me by surprise was that he also ate my pink smooth hole for the first time ever. Then i sucked him off he got rock hard then we 69ed for a while he ate my ass out while i sucked his dick . So he then put me doggy style and i tought UgH he gonna put on the condon now. But nope he for the first time ever sticked it in raw and with no lube only spit. Fuuuuck it Fucking hurt but felt so good cuz like i said his dick is huge and thick . He fucked me 4 times in that day every way and position imaginable and shot all his loads real deep inside me . It got to a point he was actually making love to me. It wasnt like before were it was a quick 10 minute one nite stand and no kissing. This time it was very different we made out while he was fucking me and he kissed all my body and made me hickies all over my neck and on nips . He was telling me how he always wanted to fuck me raw but never asked me because he always tought i was gonna tell him no. So after we were done i told him in available every day at what ever time. Since i live alone and working from home. He told me im also available every day 24/7 . He now gonna come over every day. Yum cant wait ! I guess something good did come out of this quarantine

I have had a few boyfriends whore me out and I loved it every time. if your boyfriend is a cumdump that loves taking anonymous loads from strangers then thats what he was born to have done to him. the first boyfriend started taking me to the bathhouse to watch men fuck me. first one or two then more and more. soon he started whoring me out online and taking me to guys places to watch them fuck me. sometimes he couldn't watch so he would wait outside for the guy to finish using me then take me to the next man. the second boyfriend who whored me out did the same but would also take me to the porntheatre, strip me naked and offer me to EVERY SINGLE man that came in. trust me, if your boyfriend is even half as slutty as me he will love you for whoring him out. the more men the better. the dirtier the better. thats what pussyboys are for. have fun getting him used

If I will have a relationship again, it must be open. Being a bareback whore is the point of my life. I hope, my future boyfriend will force me to have sex with others.

“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.

I wonder if guys are trained by their (normal, straight) peers to be monogamous, at least EXPECTING the OTHER to be so? That would then make us 'conditioned' to feel 'weird' about having our significant other 'violated', fucked, and inseminated for erotic purposes. Our gloomy afterglow regrets may be about LOSING CONTROL and allowing in 'competition' and trouble. All seems hot in the moment of passion but when the nut is gone, the seedy reality hits them like a nagging hangover. I wonder! I recall feeling AWFUL and violated in my amateur beginner phase, still obsessing about 'love' and monogamy with 'Mister Right'! It was hell when I saw my estranged BF take off with other guys, knowing full well that as he disappeared into his place, the hotel or whatever with him, a hostile contender, the nemesis, he was getting fucked: raw and reckless! Getting inseminated by 'that jerk', that total stranger, that smooth-talking hustler who somehow 'outbid' me in the mating game. Jealousy and anger consumed me and me thinking 'it can NEVER be the same again after this'. Knowing that the stranger's DNA was marking 'my man' as 'no-longer-mine'! Weird trips our minds play on us! Talking about kinks and tolerated behavior: One badass 'stealther' from this site whom I talked to on the phone disagreed with my 'open whore' policy my man and I developed. "IF I HAD A BF... he would NEVER be allowed to let somebody else fuck him!" Hinting that extramarital sex means that we have 'marital problems'! His one-sided cheating on a conned sub, yes! St@#lthing yes, but mutually agreed on whoring no! Go figure! Well guess what buddy; you don't have a BF and I'm going strong after ten years and even better since we agreed on 'whoring each other out'. I recall the first time I let a stranger fuck my man in front of me: me intimidated and in awe all at the same time. He was partial to my man and probably could have done without me there. He wanted to know if poz-talk was ok. I didn't even know what he meant. I took pictures of the stranger's cock slipping in and out of my man's hole, eventually nutting and delivering a cream-pie inside and on his hole. Unlike others (in the regret phase) , I felt in incredible sensation of arousal, one that had me crave for more: more cock, more sex, more promiscuity and lewd talk. I even took pictures of the raw insemination and licked the dude's cock as his throbbing cock-shaft eventually pulsed a load into my man. The picture on top of my profile is from that day featuring a stranger's cock on my man's DNA-juiced hole. The pictures and every event like that since turn me on enough that I can jerk off to it on the long COVID nights. Sometimes as my hubby and I have sex we tell each other about our exploits THAT DAY, or the intimate details of fucking with other dudes and call each other 'slut' and 'whore' as we fuck and jack off. So fucking hot once you both have completely embraced total promiscuity with your bro!

Voted with #7. I would love to have voted #9, but of course I am blessed with hands and forearm(s) to stretch a hole to my greedy satisfaction. I will add to the size that my Dick happens to have a strong curve when fully erect, and have been given feedback on how it glides over and into the prostate causing the pig I am fucking intense pleasure. I feel very blessed to have that curve! 🍆

See, if my BF was like this, I’d be so proud.

just got fucked by a guy with an actual 12 inch cock. thick and meaty. how do I know it was really 12 inches? he has a ruler tattooed on his cock. told me he had to take some viagra and an injection of something to keep it rock hard during the inkwork. pretty meaty too but it slid in fairly easily so he said "damn you really are a slut. it usually takes me awhile to get into a fuckhole. it helped that he got my ass after a fairly busy night. took him so long to cum but damn when he did his cock got rock hard and I could feel it pulsing inside me

I love to sit on cocks like this. Until they can’t hold back and shoot deep inside.

My exact same sentiment. Just that I am a top

I have never had a condom in me. I went from a long term relationship with my step dad to the man that would ultimately poz me. My situation was that I knew he was poz and he said he didn’t want a relationship with anyone that wasn’t poz. I convinced him to breed me and three months later I tested poz.

I think he was just looking to suck, but I went from jerking his cock as he blew me to rubbing his ass and fingering it and pushing some spit snot in to moisten him up. I grabbed his balls so he couldn't stand up, and went around back and shoved my cock in fast before he could say no. He let out a moan, but I was balls deep and fucking him before he told me he didn't like to get fucked. "It's ok buddy just relax" I said as I STILL was fucking. He stepped forward a bit but I had his waist gripped tightly so I moved with him, and kept fucking. He was clamping my cock really hard, and by the time he yelled at me to stop I was nutting inside him, so I stopped. 'You want me to pull out?" I asked him, and he said yeah. I took a step back and my cock plopped out. He stood up and quickly got his underwear and pants back in place, and just left without saying a word.

Part 15 - Apricots and Americans Mark woke with a thick head in the morning and rolled over to face Luca, cuddling and kissing for a while before they both showered and went down to breakfast. Oliver's flight from Rome was scheduled to arrive at midday and they were on the road just after 10am for the drive to Pisa airport. Luca watched Mark who sat there with a smile on his face the entire trip to the airport constantly chatting about how much fun he had yesterday and how he needs to speed up his language skills. Luca on the other hand was more worried about Mark's reaction when he finally met Oliver, it had been made clear that Luca now had a boyfriend but would Oliver heed this and still try his hand at getting him. The flight had just landed when they walked in to arrivals and checked the board. Luca busy on his phone and Mark was playing shag, marry, kill with all the men walking past. Mark's eyes acted like radars picking up the each sexy Italian that walked in view and some foreigners. "What have I got involved with" Luca laughed returning to his phone. Mark chuckled "Now that one I would definitely shag and marry" he suddenly said urging Luca to look. Luca raised his head "You can do, that is Oliver" he chuckled and waved waiting for Oliver to come over. "Blond?" Mark exclaimed looking at Luca "never had you down as liking blond guys". Luca glanced at Mark "I don't" he said smiling at Mark "anyway it is mousey blond". "Luca" Oliver called out a few meters with a big smile on his face. Luca stepped forward and hugged Oliver "Olly so nice to see you" he said warmly "This is Mark". Oliver looked at Mark who stood slightly taller "Pleasure to meet you Mark" he said drawing his words out. Mark nodded without realising his guard went up seeing him as a threat "Likewise" he replied. "I was disappointed when I found out about you" Oliver said to Mark "I can see why he likes you". Mark looked cautiously at him "As long as you remember Luca is mine" he said clearly firing a warning shot. Oliver made no show of the hiding the fact he found Mark very sexually attractive just like Luca. They grabbed coffees and headed to the car for the drive up to the Tuscan hills. It was a torturing drive for Mark, unsure if he liked Oliver, after all he knew that this guy was a threat to Luca and him. It annoyed him how Luca would chat aimlessly with him with the occasional prodding of Mark to join in. Gio was coming back from his run when the car pulled in to the villa courtyard. Oliver greeted him with a hug like long lost friends whilst Mark stood and watched for a moment then walked in to the villa bumping in to Sarah 'is he here?' she said excitedly walking past. Luca opened the boot of the car and pulled Oliver's case out, closing the boot he noticed Mark was missing. "Come on boys lunch is ready then Luca can show you to your room" Sarah said taking Oliver's arm. Gio took the suitcase from Luca "Where has Mark gone?" Luca asked his father with a concerned voice. "He went inside" Sarah replied hearing Luca ask his father. Gio stopped Luca "Is everything alright?" he asked "with you and Mark?". "Yes" Luca replied looking at the villa "at least I think so" he said "he was quiet in the car". Gio put his arm around Luca's shoulder "Go find him Luca, think Oliver being here may upset him". Luca walked through the villa on to the terrace where he spotted Mark wandering deeper through the apricot orchard. He called out to Mark and stepped down tracing where he saw him last. It took a few minutes but he found the legs sticking out from behind their favourite tree. Luca grabbed two apricots and sat down handing Mark an apricot. "Tell me what is bothering you?" Luca asked glancing at Mark. Mark looked at the apricot "Do you love him?" he asked surprising Luca with his question. "Hell no" Luca replied "why would you think that?" he asked trying to urge Mark to be honest. Mark glanced at Luca "The way you both reacted seeing each other and your parents" he said trailing off. Luca smiled "He is charming and yes he is sexy" he said stroking Mark's leg "but I love you Marco". Mark sighed "I'm sorry for being stupid. My instinct was warning me" he said leaning back against the tree. Luca sat forward and took a look around then kneeled between Mark's legs, his hand running up along Mark's thigh and firmly grabbing his cock 'your hard' Luca said to Mark as he bowed down. His hands freeing Mark's cock and quickly his lips rubbed the head and his mouth slipped around and down the shaft. Mark rubbed Luca's head 'Luca not here' he tried protesting but Mark was already too far in to an orgasm building up. Just the sight of Luca was enough to turn him on wildly, he was whimpering in sexual pleasure trying to stop himself crying out. Hips jerked up and Mark groaned feeling the release from his balls. His head scratching against the bark of the tree as he tried to control himself from crying out and ended up giggling holding Luca's head down on his cock. Luca raised his head and took a bite off his apricot and chewed it mixing the cum with the flesh of fruit he then kissed Mark deep. Passing the apricot flesh between one another Mark slipped his hand in Luca's shorts, swallowing the fruit he pulled Luca up to a kneeling position and ran his tongue over Luca's cock. Luca raised a hand holding on to the tree 'oh fuck' he sweetly whispered closing his eyes feeling the warmth and moistness of Mark's mouth around his cock working him. Mark took his time hearing the moans from Luca, he could feel the cock swelling slightly and knew Luca was going to blow his load. Luca took his hand off the tree and held Mark's head feeling the contractions pulsing in his cock, so oblivious he didn't even notice Mark moving his hand around Luca's ass inside his shorts until he felt the finger pushing in to his hole. Luca gasped and released a girly shriek his orgasm heightened from the simultaneous assaults on his cock and ass. Mark pulled his mouth off Luca's cock and looked up at him taking a bite from his apricot he chewed then pulled Luca down and kissed him passing his cum loaded apricot flesh to Luca. He rolled on to his back laughing and took another bite of his apricot. "Now do you believe me when I say I love you?" Luca asked starring up the dabbled sunlight. Mark laid on top of Luca "Yes" he said looking in to his eyes as Luca's mother called out for them. Luca leaned up and kissed him "We should go before they come looking" he said hugging Mark. Walking back to the villa hand in hand Mark purposefully kept hold of Luca's arriving at the table, mostly for show so that Oliver would see it as a defiant display of their love. Oliver looked over and saw the defensive way Mark behaved carefully looking in the eye defiantly, to Oliver it was a challenge he was going to take up. He might show a defiant stance now but Oliver loved nothing more than breaking guys that thought they were tough enough to stand up to him. Little by little he would wear Mark down until he was nothing but his bitch, then he would move in seducing Luca away. He knew Mark's inexperience would pale in to insignificance and show how pathetic he was being unable to hold on to Luca, stealing him for his own gratification and watch Mark disappear in to the shadows. Indeed he switched on the charm with Mark doing to his best to win him over pretending he was no threat. Mark sat there acting his part, aware that Oliver seemed to be playing him. One thing this American didn't know was never to come between a guy from Manchester and his lover, Mark could tell that Oliver had underestimated him and decided to see how far he would really go and show his true colours. At least the rest of Sunday passed peacefully and dinner was generally good natured. Luca seemed happy that at least Oliver and Mark were getting along, on the outside he was sure Mark didn't see him as a threat to their relationship but he had no idea what was brewing between them. Luca returned from the bathroom naked and kissed Mark getting in to bed. "You seem to hit it off with Oliver" Luca said snuggling down in to Mark's arms. Mark looked at Luca "He is playing me Luca" he replied with his finger rubbing Luca's nipple gently. "Don't be silly" Luca replied "what makes you think he is up to something?" he asked stroking Mark's thigh. Mark kissed him gently on the mouth "He looks at me like I am naïve maybe even stupid". Luca smiled "Johan" he said looking at a confused Mark "Johan is a psychologist, we will invite them over". Mark chuckled "Oliver doesn't scare me" he said wrapping his arms around Luca "do you trust him?". "Not in the slightest" Luca replied pulling Mark closer locking their lips together. Embraced in their loving kiss it wasn't long before Luca felt his body being pulled under Mark, their bodies already glistening from the humid air his cock slipped into Luca. Raising his head Luca kissed him hard his hand holding Mark's head close keeping their lips attached, he moaned feeling the sensual strokes penetrating his ass. Mark slipped his free hand under Luca's neck holding his head up, the closeness enabling them to share the experience of their love making as one. His moans softly echoing around the room from the increased intensity of Mark's hips producing loving and delicate thrusts. Luca aroused purely from the feeling of Mark's body lying on top of him, he continued the tender love making feeling every pleasure rising from Luca's body. His love and desire for Luca building in his groin rapidly, his breathing heavy and short gasps feeling the sensations tingling through his body to his balls. Luca moaned 'oh Marco' he whispered feeling the hips pushing down and locking tight to his ass. Luca's hand grabbed Mark's head firmly keeping him as close as possible together they orgasmed, Luca ejaculating under him and Mark sealed their love freeing his seed in to Luca's body. Breathing deep in to each others mouths, clasping their lips together kissing and riding their orgasms together. The moment of simply, pure and very real intimacy between two lovers. Their bodies drenched in sweat as Mark slowly extracted his cock and rolled on to his back catching his breath. His hand stroking Luca's back and ass who now moved closer and laid his hand across Mark's chest. Luca got up and fetched some tissue and cleaned the sheet as best he could, leaning over he kissed Mark and grabbed his hand 'time to cool down' he said taking Mark downstairs and out to the pool terrace. Mark chuckled getting in to the cool water but instantly refreshed, they swam around and kissed as quietly as possible. From his window Oliver watched, the darkness of the bedroom hiding him from view to the outside world. Admitting to himself that they looked good together, for now. When Luca woke he wanted to act quickly and tried to get his uncle and Johan over on today but they were not free until 5pm, agreeing to come over Nico had briefed Johan what Luca had asked him to do. Johan showed a lot more concern, he liked Mark from their initial meeting at the family BBQ and only too happy to help. Sarah and Gio had left at 9am to visit friends in Pisa and would not be returning until Tuesday. By the time Luca and Mark went down for breakfast Oliver was sat there at the table in just his shorts drinking coffee. Mark couldn't take his eyes off Oliver's body seeing in properly for the first time, Marzi appeared with breakfast and more coffee. Luca reached over and saw only one apricot in the bowl, he stood up and said he would go and fetch some more leaving Oliver and Mark alone at the table. Oliver reached over and took the last apricot and placed it on the table, Mark was sat opposite him and fixing his gaze he smirked placing one finger on the apricot rolling it around. Mark sat there with both his arms on the table playing with the spoon watching Oliver. "Did you sleep well last night?" Mark asked his eyes still firmly on Oliver. Oliver looked at the apricot then back to Mark "Yes" he replied "how was your swim?". Mark raised and eyebrow "You saw us?" he asked watching Oliver nod "we were hot and sweaty from love making". Oliver smirked at him again "There is only one apricot, what do you do?" he asked cryptically. Mark looked slightly confused "Share it" he replied watching Oliver roll it around with his finger. "What if this one apricot was worth half a million dollars?" Oliver asked looking up at Mark. Mark said nothing "Selfishly take the apricot and it's value then leave?" Oliver now asked. Mark sat there quietly aware of what Oliver was doing "It is a small price for such a priceless thing". Oliver smiled "What if it's value soared to one million?" he now asked seeing Mark's eyebrows raise. "Take the apricot and leave" Mark replied his eyes focused on the apricot. Oliver nodded "You take the apricot and disappear for good" he now said watching Mark carefully. Mark rolled the apricot around with his finger "Such an expensive apricot" he replied lifting his finger off. "Worth every dollar" Oliver said testing Mark's resolve and sensing he was close to taking it. Mark smiled and put his palm over the apricot "Apricots don't last forever, but I can crush your dreams". Oliver watched Mark crush the apricot "Crushed like your offer" Mark said "you can't buy me off". Oliver grabbed Mark's hands, his foot began working up Mark's leg "Waste of a perfect fruit". Mark moaned feeling his toes slip inside his shorts rubbing his balls under the table "Stop that" he said. "You should have taken the offer" Oliver said pushing his foot hard against balls gripping his hands tighter. Mark grimaced "You will not win Oliver" he managed to say "we love each other". Oliver released the pressure slowly massaging Mark's cock with his foot "Getting hard Mark?". Mark smirked and saw Luca walking back with a handful of apricots "Looser" he said looking at Oliver. Oliver tapped harder watching the grimace on Mark's face then removed his foot "We will see" he said releasing Mark's arms. Oliver smirked at him again and realised that Mark was not going to be as easy to remove like Andre was. Here was a person that was not intimidated so easily and could not be brought off. Mark sat with a steely determination, his eyes clearly warning Mark not to mess with him over Luca. Mark turned to watch Luca approach with a smile on his face until he sat down and placed the apricots in the bowl, he noticed the crushed fruit on the table between Oliver and Mark. "What happened to the apricot?" Luca asked looking at them both. Oliver chuckled "We fought over it and it got crushed in the process" he replied looking at Mark. Mark smiled at Oliver "Like the million dollars he offered me to leave you" he said seeing Oliver's shocked face. Oliver never expected Mark to say anything "Is that true" Luca asked looking at Oliver. "Million dollars of crushed apricot" Mark interjected quickly. Oliver looked at Mark then Luca "I had to try one more time Luca, but he won't budge". Luca shook his head "Value what friendship we have Olly, just don't come between Mark and I". He wasn't sure if he was angry with Oliver or not but it did seem to clear the air a little, he kissed Mark lovingly and more so for being honest about what had happened. Oliver knew it as a very stark warning from Luca and eased off, over breakfast he engaged Mark in conversation making it rather more pleasant. The day was spent enjoying the best of the summer weather by the pool, Mark was constantly on his guard watching Oliver's every move. By late afternoon Oliver was beginning to concede that Luca did only have eyes for Mark. Desperately he wanted to find love, he loved the fucking around and it had been a good few years. Seeing them together and how in love they looked was striking home that he had no one to share his life with. Mark had made it clear to Luca that as sexy as Oliver was he did not want to risk giving him the opportunity so sex with him was out of the question. laying by the pool Luca stretched and said he was going to get from fruit, Mark walked with him then dived in to the pool to cool off. Behind him a tremendous splash showered him with water, he turned to see the body surfacing out of the water. Laughing Mark felt the strong arms of Johan lifting him up in the air like a ballet dancer before dropping him back in the water. Oliver looked on shocked at the stranger who had arrived. Mark managed to swim away and called back 'toy boy' he shouted clambering out of the pool watching Johan give chase. Johan looked at Oliver 'Don't just sit there grab him' he shouted. Suddenly Mark felt Oliver grab him and pin him down to the floor smiling, Johan arrived and picked Mark up throwing him back in the pool then jumping in back after him. Oliver still confused by what was happening sat on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in watching them. "I see you met my husband" Nico said sitting besides Oliver who turned with a surprised look on his face. Oliver looked around for Luca "Who are you?" he asked beginning to see similarities to Gio in his face. Nico chuckled and held out his hand "Luca's uncle, Nico and that is Johan my husband". Nico smiled "Ciao Luca" he said feeling Luca's arms going around his neck. "Ciao zio" Luca said kissing Nico on the mouth "Sorry Oliver I forget to tell you they were coming over". Oliver though was completely fascinated and in awe of Johan and his build, definitely more muscular than Oliver and with his height he carried it off to perfection. He was oblivious to what Johan was up to and before he knew it he had warmed to him and opened up personally over a dinner of antipasti, bread and wine. After dinner they sat by the pool taking the occasional dip. Oliver found himself in the pool alone with Johan, unable to keep his hands from feeling Johan's body telling him how amazing it was. Johan kept his gaze fixed on Mark then briefly kissed him and held him in his arms a little to tightly for Oliver's liking. "They make a very nice couple Luca and Mark" Johan said quietly in Oliver's ear. Oliver nodded "Yes" he replied agreeing getting aroused held in Johan's arms. "Be bad if anything came between them" Johan said "nothing could protect the person who broke them apart". Oliver remained quiet for a moment "You mean me" he eventually said feeling the arms tighten sharply around him. Johan kissed Oliver's neck "Glad to see you are not stupid Oliver" he whispered kissing his neck again. Oliver leaned his head back like a powerful force had overtaken his body arousing him even further. Johan kissed his neck nibbling upwards then suddenly he let go pushing Oliver away and got out of the pool leaving him there alone. He was so aroused by the brute force of this man and leaned against the side of pool knowing full well he had been given a very clear warning this time. His body feeling like electricity, no man had ever made him get in to such a state without actual sex. Luca and Mark sat there watching Johan seducing Oliver into a horned up mess, he was smiling when he sat down at the table joining them. Nico looked up "Well?" he simply asked quietly "what is your analysis?". "He wants to break you two up" Johan replied looking at Luca and Mark who nodded. "How do we stop it?" Luca asked desperately. Joahn smiled "Don't worry, he got the message" Johan replied "dam sexy guy" he said picking up his juice. Luca leaned over and gave Johan a kiss "Thank you" he said feeling a hand on his waist. "What is this?" Nico asked spotting Luca's tattoo, Johan pulled the shorts down and looked at him. Luca felt embarrassed "Oh I forgot about that" he said shyly afraid to look at them. Nico was looking at him "Luca!" he exclaimed waiting for him to answer. Johan smiled standing up pulling his shorts down revealing a small biohazard tattoo "You?" Luca asked. Johan nodded "Yes, and you?" he asked watching Luca slowly nod his head he turned to Mark who nodded as well. "Why didn't you tell me Luca?" Nico asked holding Luca's face. Luca lowered his eyes "I didn't want to it splashed around the family" he replied. Luca looked in to his uncles eyes "And you?" he asked seeing him smile and nod. Luca and Mark both laughed then Nico spoke "You want to take Oliver home for the night?" he asked Johan. Johan looked at the Oliver in the pool "Depends if these two have any plans for him". "No" Luca and Mark replied in unison looking at Nico and Johan then laughing to each other. Nico went over to the pool and pulled Oliver out "Your coming home with us tonight" he said. Oliver grinned "Don't I get any say in the matter?" he asked knowing full well he was going. Nico chuckled "No" he replied. Luca and Mark said good night to Nico and Johan after being invited over Saturday afternoon and evening after they have dropped Oliver off at the airport.

How ironic the prequel to my next chapter as set out above is titled *Waiting*. For those who are wanting more to this story, and have been patiently *waiting* for more, all my stories have taken to the back burner as I have got a LOT going on in my personal life. I do realise a lot of time has elapsed so maybe interest has waned. However, if you are still eager for more, give this a like so I know to continue. I do have the next chapter almost ready to go to print, ha, and have concrete plans on how I want to develop the central character Stevie boy, and most definitely have plans for his boyfriend Lew, and the next door neighbour Ramon. ☣️ I sincerely hope everyone is keeping well in light of global events that have unfolded during the last few months, and continue to evolve on a daily basis.

Long time reader, first time writer here. About me: I am a 30 year old guy, average build, 6c cock, vers bottom. I have only ever barebacked, no pull outs. I recently got married, but I love to play around on the side. Say what you want and I don't need comments about what's right and wrong. The purpose of this story is to hopefully help get you off. Anyways, it's a huge turn on knowing I take loads without him knowing or his approval. Our sex life is good, but very vanilla. I've tried to do threesomes with him, but it's of no use. So I play around sometimes when I get the chance. Anyways, onto the story: Last week, I got off work and was horny as fuck. I hopped on Grindr to see who was around and got hit up by this hot 40 year old Italian guy who needed his dick sucked really badly. Now, I needed to get home to my husband but I had some time to kill so I went over to this guy's apartment. I walked in and immediately stripped naked. I walked into his living room and found him naked and hard on the couch, so I got down on my knees and put is 7 inch cock in my mouth. He was leaking precum and it tasted so good. I licked the precum off his dick and started to makeout with him. He pinched my nipples and I don't think my dick could've gotten any harder. I love having my nipples played with. Now, after being at work for sometime, I know I probably didn't smell the greatest, but this guy lifts my arms and licks my sweaty pits. Fucking sexy! We continue to makeout, and he sees my wedding ring on my finger. I ask if that's ok, and he says it doesn't matter, and it's a huge turn on to fuck someone's husband. We never mentioned fucking, I was strictly there to blow him, but I am always down to bottom. I tell him that he should send me home with a nice, warm load in my ass, and he tells me to bend over. No condoms mentioned at all, he starts to tease my hole. I feel him spit in my tight hole and he slides his raw dick in. I'm tight as hell, but so turned on that eventually it goes in pretty easily. He starts pumping and we makeout as he takes me from behind. I know neither of us will last long and after 10 pumps into my tight hole he starts moaning and telling me he's going to cum. I tell him to breed my hole and it sends him over the edge. As he's breeding me, I start to cum a huge load onto his bed sheets. When we're done, he stays in me and we makeout some more. Eventually he pulls out, scoops some of my cum off the sheets and tastes it. We make out with my cum for a few minutes and then I get dressed and head for home. We've made plans to hookup after I get off work. I really hope to see him again.

PART 1 I hesitate for a moment. I wish someone would call me but my phone for once stays silent. Here goes. I push the door inward and step inside. Mood lighting is perfect. Three short steps inside the hotel room and I see Jace lounging on the bed. He’s insanely gorgeous. Built, just the right amount of body hair, long legs, big feet. His large hands tug at his hard cock as he smiles at me. “There you are,” he says softly. “Hey,” I stammer, suddenly drained of the confidence that was there earlier. He sits up, “that doesn’t sound like the you on the phone, come here.” “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Jack smiles and reaches out with his arms, “just come.” I’m pulled to him. Once I’m within reach, he gently takes my hands and draws me in the rest of the way. He kisses me, softly but fully. I moan into it as his tongue swirls around my mouth, painting it with… “is that cum?” I ask. He laughs against my mouth. “Sharp taste buds,” he remarks. He pulls away and smiles at me, his hands rubbing over my body. “Yeah I stopped off at a bookstore. Swallowed some cock, and felched out a few asses.” I groan hearing that, my dick already straining in my pants. He just smiles and pulls me in more. I suck his tongue with more gusto now, trying to get all the flavor. This is my fantasy after all, to be completely covered in cum. Devoured by it. The make-out session is so heady I don’t even fully notice when he’s somehow removed all of my clothes and pulled me into his lap. It feels like he’s entirely surrounding me, melding me into his body. He pushes me slightly off and I whimper. “Hang on now, we have a long night ahead of us,” he says, flashing another mesmerizing smile. He reaches over the nightstand and grabs a little brown bottle. “Just a little hit to get us started,” he says as he breaks the seal and unscrews it. I quiver with anticipation. “You first,” he says, opening the cap and bringing it up to my nose. “I’ll count for you,” he say, “big hit, ok? Counting down from 10, 9, 8…” He finishes the count down and then instructs me to hold it. I can’t release until he’s finished his own hit. Then we’re going to shotgun (well, as much as you can with poppers anyway). He winks at me and takes a 20 second hit. The bastard; my lungs are screaming and just when I think I’m going to burst, he lunges forward, clamps his mouth onto mine and releases the popper fumes into my mouth. I suck hungrily and we make out like that. I’m too light headed to continue so I finally pull away, gasping for air, the room spinning. “Good boy,” he says, “and looks like the others are here!” I turn around and see the other guys have indeed arrived. In my popper haze I can’t focus straight on any of them in particular. They look like a throbbing mass of hot man flesh that I just want to drown in. But in theory I know who they are anyway. “Oh fuck…” are the only words I’m able to get out. The guys laugh. Renan and Aman grab a hold of each leg and pull me off of Jace’s lap, so that I’m lying flat on the bed, belly up. Jace leans over my face and smiles before leaning down and kissing me more. I taste the poppers and cum on his breath and lose myself in the sensation and the hands I feel everywhere on my body all at once. I groan real loud the first time someone brushes my nips. The reaction elicits a laugh from the group and soon I feel a tongue lapping around on the bud. That will just about make me pass out in pleasure. I arch up my back hard. Jace uses his whole mouth to push me down and I feel a pressure on my arms and body as well. I gasp as another mouth closes on the other nipple. Two pairs of tongues are flicking me toward hell and I’m crying from how good it feels. Before long I feel another tongue swiping its way up and down my hard and leaking cock. It flicks particularly hard at that sensitive part just under the slit. I cry out; I need a break. Jace stops kissing and laughs at me, “already? We got a long way to go… but I suppose it’s hot to take a look?” he says as he props my head up on his lap so I can see the action going on. Aman and Jin are the ones flicking at my nips. Noticing that I am watching them, they slow their movements to long lathering strokes of their tongue. Still insanely hot but no longer do I feel like I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. They make sure I see all of it. The sharp, pointedness of their tongues and how they just perfectly brush across the head of my nipples, making them ache as much as my own cock. Speaking of which, Renan is now sucking on my balls as Jordan squats over my cock. I think he’s going to ride me but he grins at me instead. “Not quite yet, just wanna give you a gift,” he says as he pushes. There’s a wet squelching sound as he cums on my dick. Or rather, dripples cum out of his ass onto my dick. The warm liquid lands directly on my piss slit and I groan hard. “Yeah, let that dirty cum drip down your dick hole,” Jordan croons as he stands up over me and shakes his hard dick down at the rest of us. I think I feel some pre-cum hit my face. Or is that Jace’s sweat? Too hard to tell at this point. “I got about 20 loads in me, so that’s just a little bit,” he promises. Renan is now tonguing up and down my shaft. Spreading the cum. He’s careful not to swallow any, rather just lets it mingle with his spit and coat the entirety of my cock so that it’s shining with wetness. “Tastes amazing,” he murmurs. “I want to taste,” Jace commands. Renan moves up to oblige, Jordan takes his place, adding his spit to Renan’s and the cum from his own ass. I love this. Their mouths on me, the liberal amounts of spit coating every part of me. Their tongues pulsating against everything. I feel it like I feel the beat of my heart. Renan and Jace kiss messily directly over my mouth so I open wide. Letting them dribble spit and just a little bit of cum down my throat. “Hmm,” Jace moans. He pulls away and asks Jordan, “where did those loads come from?” Jordan replies, “bathhouse, Cumunion night. Mostly spent it ass up in the dark room. A few guys felt pretty poz. Thin and wasted, big bellies. All that. I hope so anyway.” Jace nods approvingly, “so guys I think it’s time we all took a hit. Anyone want to feed this pig?” Somehow everyone grabs a bottle of poppers from somewhere. I can see they’re basically all new. I’m going to get destroyed tonight. Jin volunteers with an evil grin. Almost simultaneously I hear the sounds of bottles opening. The guys all bring the poppers up to their own noses but he leans in to press the bottle to mine. “A deep hit come on, take it,” he orders. I breathe in until I absolutely can’t hold anything more in my lungs. He nods when it’s OK to exhale and when I do, I hear a bunch of breaths going out around me as well. “Another one,” he commands, taking the cap off again and holding it to the other nostril. What’s left of my vision is partly obscured by his hand but I see the other guys do the same. He feeds me two more hits, and the guys follow suit. By the time of the final exhale I’m seeing triple. I feel like my eyes are permanently crossed. Swimming in the popper high the guys get to work. I feel tongues on me everywhere again. Someone is throating my cock while another guy swirls his tongue across my balls and takes turns sucking them in. Jace has leaned over to suck on my nips letting me get a clear view of his. I instinctively stick out my tongue and flick his nipple. I let my tongue draw me in until my entire mouth is swirling around his hard nips, making him groan. Out the corner of my eye I see Jin nodding encouragingly. “I’ll catch up,” he says, somehow materializing two other popper bottles. He opens one and sticks it in his mouth, then the other two in each nostril and does two big inhales across the board. By the time he’s done and the bottles are capped again I can see he’s wild with horniness. Brushing his hands over his whole body. He leans over me and begins fighting with the guy currently on my dick. One moment they’re pushing each other trying to suck me the next moment they’re both licking up and down either side with the desperation of a child trying to not let a popsicle melt onto the floor. Both my nips are covered again with saliva and I once again am crying with the sheer pleasure of it all. They’re holding me down but I’m bucking up as hard as I can. Jace sinks into me from above, keeping me in place. I can barely breath. My mouth is on his nipple and all I know is to keep sucking as hard as I can while my nose is pressed flat against my face by the weight of his ribs. His sweat is dripping in my mouth and I swear the poppers have me so hot I can feel sweat flowing out from my pores. I don’t know how long we stay in that position but at some point I honestly can’t breathe anymore. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the lack of oxygen when Jace suddenly gets off me. I think he’s going to pull me in for a kiss but instead he moves in the other direction toward my dick. Now he’s completely hovering over me, there are three mouths moving across my cock and one on each nip. It’s pleasure overload so of course I open wide and take Jace’s cock in one gulp to the hilt. I love 69s and this is beyond perfect. The poppers have me so fucked up I honestly think god just let this cock suffocate me now. It could. Jace’s cock is the perfect thickness for my throat, and somehow, we were at the right angle where it just slides right in. My nose is against his balls and I’m breathing fine even though I can feel how extended my throat is. If you could see me I imagine you’d see the outline of his cock under my Adam’s apple. He grinds his pelvis into me, there’s no more to take in but still, head swimming, I’m begging for more. I’m not sure how long that goes on for but in my popper-addled mind it seems like almost forever. At some point Jace finally decides to lift himself off me. “I think you’re ready for a real treat”, he says, standing up full to stretch for a moment after our 69, then bending his knees again and squatting over my face. “Did more than just oral at that bookstore,” he says. As he lowers I can see how wet his hole is, how red, puffy, and swollen. “How many loads?” I hear Aman ask. “8 live ones, found about 4 more condoms that I stuck in there. Also one of the guys I felched wanted to fuck me, so I used cum from his ass as lube on his dick. Who knows how much he had taken. Yeah, there’s a lot of DNA up in there,” Jace responds. “How many confirmed poz?” Jin asks. Jace replies, “who knows but if the guys on Grindr don’t lie, then at least 2, a third guy was being very evasive so I’m guessing that means he was. And if so, he’s recently poz, probably pretty toxic.” My dick bounces suddenly hearing that, thwacking one of the guys lightly in the face. They chuckle. There’s some shifting on the bed and suddenly Rafa’s handsome face appears, taking up the half of my vision that Jace’s ass isn’t filling. “Sharing is caring,” he explains as he suctions his mouth over Jace’s ass. Jace let’s out a moan and there’s a very wet squelching sound. I see Rafa’s throat bobbing and I’m annoyed that he’s swallowed it all for himself, but I needn’t have worried. He pulls away from Jace’s swollen ass lips and instead grins down at me, full cheeks making him suddenly look very cute. I eagerly open my mouth and stick my tongue out as he slowly dribbles the cum into my mouth. It’s bitter, more so than I would usually have liked, but cum is cum. “Don’t swallow,” he warns quickly once he finishes feeding me the last of it. I nod, trying not to, though in my supine position the cum quickly pools at the base of my throat. “Jace, switch with Aman,” he says, gently pushing at Jace’s bubble butt. Jace obliges and Aman ceases his attack on my nipple, but Jace barely gives it a moment before he’s on the sensitive buds again. I groan and inadvertently swallow a bit. Now Aman is hovering over me, looking behind him to see what Rafa wants. “Perfect,” Rafa purrs stroking his hole. I swear I see it wink at me. Rafa gets on his knees, and lowers his cock to my face. “Cover my cock with Jace’s ass cum and your spit. Get it lubed up for me to shove into Aman.” I oblige and eagerly gather up the frothy mess in my mouth. I pucker my lips and push it onto Rafa’s hard cock as he pushes into my throat. A few strokes later and he removes a cock covered in white bubbles. “You don’t need any lube anyway,” Aman says as Rafa shoves up inside. I can see that since Aman’s ass swallows all of Rafa without any moment of hesitation. “Fuck yeah, cumdump,” I hear Rafa snarl. Aman murmurs an affirmative. I definitely can feel it. Aman is so loaded up that every stroke causes cum to leak out. Some drips directly in my mouth and I swallow greedily. More of it though just drips down Rafa’s cock and balls where it pools into small droplets I’m praying to fall so I can catch them on my tongue. Though the two fuckers above me are blocking the light, there’s so much cum I still see it glisten on the underside of Rafa’s cock. In a moment Jin pokes his head through Rafa’s legs, and opens his mouth to catch some of the loads, blocking me from getting any. I huff my frustration and he turns around to laugh at me. Some cum starts to fall from his open mouth and I eagerly open mine to catch but at the last second he slurps it back up and I see him swallow. He grins and I see him start to unscrew a poppers bottle. “Fuck Aman, that’s super sweet,” he says. Rafa is now pounding him so hard he can only groan. Jin gets the poppers bottle open and tilts my head up to feed me another hit. My head starts swimming again and I can’t concentrate enough to catch the cum that continuously rains down on me from Aman’s hole due to Rafa’s jackhammering. Jin takes a few hits himself then, as if understanding my predicament, leans over me, licks up the cum and then feeds it to me off his tongue like I’m a helpless baby bird. Rafa pulls out of Aman completely and Jin immediately grabs his cock and bends it backward toward him so he can suck off the cummy ass juices still there, causing Rafa to yelp, not that it stops Jin in the least. “Fuck…” I say, feeling the sensory overload. The entire time Jace and Renan have been sucking my tits and Jordan has been working my cock. I close my eyes and let the insane levels of horniness wash over me. Jace and Renan rub up and down my body as they continue their tireless exploration of my nipples. I open my eyes to see Rafa and Aman facing each other, feeding each other hits. Jin takes a break from sucking to egg them on. “More, yeah another one, come on make him take it.” I lose count because I can’t focus on anything, but it must’ve been at least 5 hits. Rafa moans when it’s all done and backs up more onto Jin’s mouth. But Jin has other ideas and quickly stands up, shoving up into Rafa’s ass without any warning. Aman holds Rafa down to keep him from moving. He stares Rafa in the eyes and mouths for him to take it. “At least…” Rafa groans as Jin doesn’t waste anytime pounding, “…at least we all came pre-loaded.” Aman chuckles as he stands up and feeds his dick to Rafa so that he gets it from both ends. This is all happening above me and I’m so spent by now my mouth is open and my tongue is just flopped out, catching whatever flies at me, whether it’s sweat or spit or cum. Aman grabs the pack of Rafa’s head and intensifies his pounding to match Jin’s. Somehow in between he still finds the breath to talk. “Rafa and I went to the same party to pre-game,” he says laboriously, “but we lost track of each other in the big house so I don’t know what he’s got up there. It was a hot raw party, and the organizers are the same ones that do those conversion parties, so I bet a lot of the guys were toxic or like Rafa, just don’t know or care about their own status.” He pulls out of Rafa’s mouth, giving him a chance to answer. Rafa takes a few gulps of precious air before looking up at Aman grinning with bloodshot eyes. “Hey! I’m probably toxic, too!” Aman nods, “Yeah, you’re such good friends with the organizers, you’re always at those parties, you probably got AIDS by now.” Rafa moans, “please AIDS, please at least that, fuck yeah… Tonight I just put on a blindfold and had myself locked in the sling, how about you, Aman?” Aman chuckles and shoves his dick into Rafa’s mouth again before answering. “I stayed upstairs in the bedrooms for some sweet tender love-making. Maybe that’s why the cum in my hole is so sweet.” “Nah, that’s because it’s toxic,” Jace chimes in the conversation. “Tender love-making doesn’t get you that many loads,” Jin taunts. “It does when you have a hole no one can resist,” Aman says proudly, “I tried my hardest to get fucked by every guy I saw. I don’t know how many came, but at least 40 dicks or so have been up in there. Hundreds of guys at that party.” I think Rafa tried to say something but so wrapped was his mouth around Aman’s dick that only a grunt came out. “Oh, so that’s why y’all didn’t want to come to CumUnion with me,” Jordan says from near my crotch. Aman just grunts as he continues driving his cock into Rafa’s mouth, “I’m tired of it… too many guys just standing around with their big egos. Not enough guys that are confirmed poz. I like our regular crew.” “Eh, I just like dark rooms too much,” Jordan responds. At this point, Rafa’s mouth is really starting to slime up. The stuff dribbling into my mouth from the action above is now a very thick, ropey consistency. Jace notices and leans forward to feed me a hit. “Will make it easier, just in case,” he explains. Then of course he takes a hit himself and kisses me naughtily. I wonder how he can stand it. My head is starting to pound from all the hits and I really want to be wrecked. Their teasing is driving me insane. “Fuck me already,” I say, “I need something toxic in me.”

56 Dean Street in London argues that HIV transmission rates in countries with effective treatment may be dealt a blow by lockdown. Briefly put, most HIV transmissions occur in the period of a couple of months after HIV infection where someone has not developed antibodies to HIV while in fact being highly infectious. It is possible, especially if people get tested post-lockdown as quickly as possible, HIV infection rates might get permanently reduced. This is arguably especially the case now, with prophylactic treatments like PrEP and effective treatment regimens like TasP being widely available. [think before following links] https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2020/05/01/hiv-chain-broken-transmission-lockdown-coronavirus-56-dean-street/

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.

With the advent of the internet, hooking up and getting formation was a lot easier than before. Craigslist and others were the sites we went to, and I was looking for those who played safe; this was before PrEP. At least I was getting fuck and sucking a dick with a condom on (YUCK). I also like getting a massage with a happy ending; you can find that simple back then. After work one day, I found this massage therapist with a hot picture. I arrive he says to me to take a shower; I come out naked he tells me to lay on the bed face down. He asks if I mind if he is naked, of course, not as I love to look at a hot looking male. He pours some warm oil to my back; he says you have some knots on your back. It's going to be painful to take them out; I know what a pressure point massage is, he knows he is doing as he takes them out. He comes to my side, and I see him naked for the first time with an 8-inch dick. With all the pain just to see this hot Latin was worth it, he tells me to spread my legs wide as he climbs between them as he works on my back I feel his dick dragging on my body, and I'm in heaven. He puts some oil down my ass crack as his finger follows it to my hole as his thumb goes in my ass, then says, spread your legs wider. I feel his dick going in me, and the feeling is so fantastic, but I realize its RAW. Panic goes through my head of I only get fuck now with condoms. He knows how to fuck and is driving me nuts as there is NOTHING like a RAW dick in your ASS NOTHING. So I start to squeeze my ass mussels he says stop as I don't want to cum in you, I ask why he says he is POZ. Now real panic goes into me either do I throw him off and run away or just enjoy the moment. I let him finish as he shoots his load onto my back; I just lay there as he cleans me up. I get up I give him a big kiss as he leads me to the shower to clean up. I could not sleep as I just a raw dick fuck me that was POZ. My mind is so confused, so I give him a call, and the line disconnected. A few months later, PrEP came out, so I started taking it looking for raw loads, and with the internet, it was not hard now. Most parties were still 90% condoms, but the few who fuck raw started to start their own party.

I prefer uncut for a numer of reasons. From a mental perspective I love the thought of the foreskin peeling back inside me with each thrust exposing that wet thick cockhead deep. From a physical perspective I love the feel of uncut as it moves back and forth inside as the top thrusts deep but I can't always feel it. Here in the UK the majority of guys are uncut so I think it's also partly due to familiarity. Also, I love thinking that the cock is essentially an internal organ that is being opened up deep inside my guts

Hot-damn, your description turns me on so much! Reminds me of what COULD HAVE BEEN... had I allowed myself to go with the flow... much earlier! Going back about 15 years, I had a 'newbie' (BF-to-be) take me to his happy cruising grounds in Houston to introduce me to a 'new world', HIS WORLD I think he might have said. Let's call him Tommy, who was my benevolently-mischievous, prospective 'slut-mentor'. Maybe he said 'new world' or 'a surprise', or 'meeting some fun friends'. Not sure as I wasn't very verbal about all the kinky shit roiling in my head. It stewed silently and confusingly! Me back then still being on the fence about 'unsafe sex' and spooked about the prospect of getting the 'bug'. As a rule, I only topped him and bareback every time and with a huge Prince Albert in. We never talked about status or 'dangers' so I guess I sub-consciously was one of those hypocrites who figured as a topped you couldn't get 'the bug' that easily... weeks later when T. gave me a vd the health department let me know he was also positive but hadn't pozzed me... But he had a plan in mind for me. CONVERT me into a party boy I guess. He did take me to a few places where some of the 'dudes he knew' had their way with me as he watched... he was very turned on by 'whoring me out' as a BOTTOM!!! And everybody in Houston was very friendly and forward and not at all like the pissy queens in Dallas I experienced on another 'escapade'. Some big-dicked dude who Tommy still recounts by first and last name was the first total stranger who had his thick cock up my ass... this LEWD BREEDING initiated by a third party was the beginning of something CLICKING inside of me. Accepting sex as a sport, and have my 'slut-mentor' BF wholeheartedly endorse, encourage and facilitate it... But I had too much on my plate that year: another hot but super-jealous toy-boy who hated Tommy, and a sexy ex kept coming around time and time again from his promiscuous sexapades with strippers, hookers and flight-attendants in Atlanta, pretending as though he was only looking for 'true love' and monogamy, what a crock of shit. Long story short, Tommy and I parted ways but recently reconnected. Fucked around as he and his BF had a spat. The BF is a total bb bottom-whore (but sadly HIGHLY POSSESSIVE of his top, while being lazy and he doesn't work) . Tommy enables him to live a frivolous life-style and they together, or the BF by himself go on multi-day-long binge orgies at cheap motels and on every app available. It's a life-style that has become TOTALLY HOT to me. All except the one-sided hypocrisy and possessiveness. I have a BF/husband now who is on the same level with me. However both of us are very career-driven and although we mostly have a mutual 'licence-to-be-sluts' we don't use it as much as Tommy and his cumdumpster do... The sluttier, more promiscuous, more anon, more random the sex is (with strangers) , the more BOTH of us get turned on by our exploits and get hornier for each other! More on the subject in another reply on here!

Thanks for a well written story with an ending. Great time jerking off while reading.

As others have touched upon already, this is a problem. Any kind of relationship, whether it be sexual, friend, family, romantic, whatever the scenario has to be based upon trust. From my life experience (and I am an old codger, ha) it really is the best thing to do to always tell the truth, and not be afraid to have open and frank discussions with others. In this situation you would definitely benefit greatly by really talking openly. Either it will all fall apart, or, you will as a couple grow stronger together. It is not healthy for body nor mind to keep stuff bottled up. Good luck buddy. 😊

Loved this story!!! Wish u would carry it on so we can hear the adventures of the new boy too hehe

the event has been rescheduled to... Sept. 24-27, 2020 Chicago, IL

After Mike hung up the phone. He sat there bewildered for a few minutes. Did that just really happen? He never thought he would even hear from anyone and now he had spilled his sex life to a Dr’s assistant. (Was he even a real Dr?). His phone rang and scared him out of his thoughts. Looking at his phone he saw it was his oldest daughter. He spent the next hour talking with her and catching up. After hanging up he realized it was pretty late so he went to bed and dreamed about Dr’s offices and injections. The next morning he woke up early. He liked to start his weekends early and being Saturday he went for a morning ride on his bike. A quick ten miles on the trails, when he got back home, he jumped in the shower. He heard his phone ringing as he turned off the water. Jumping out quick he ran out to the bedroom naked and dripping, grabbing his phone he saw that it was the number that Jason had called from. Picking up, he said “Hello” “Hi, is this Mike?” ”Yes it is” ”Hey Mike, it’s Jason from Dr. X’s office. How’s your morning going?” ”I’m good thanks, how about you?” ”I’m great thanks! I just wanted to call and let you know that Dr. X has looked over your questionnaire and he really liked what he read. He would like to book an appointment for you if you are still wanting the insemination procedure?” ”Um yeah, I definitely would like that” ”Great! So we have an opening next Saturday at 8:00 AM if that will work for you.” ”Yes next Saturday works for me.” ”Perfect. Will you be available this afternoon around 1:00 PM? I would like to stop by and do a blood draw and swab if you have about 30 minutes?” ”Yes, I’m free this afternoon” ”Okay great! I will come by and we can do the blood draw and I will go over the process with you. I’ll just need your address” Mike gave Jason his address and they both said their good byes. Hanging up Mike checked his phone, it was a little after 11, he had some time to kill so he decided to go for a walk. During his walk, Mikes mind raced with the Turn of events over the last 24 hours. He’d gone from wondering if he would ever be seroconverted, how it would happen, when it would happen, and with who? Now he had answered an ad on BZ thinking he would never hear anything and within 7 days he would potentially be receiving a viral load that could (or will according to the Dr) convert him. Mike knew deep down that he was ready. This truly was the next step for his journey. Being able to control his destiny was always his dream. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after 12:00. He turned around and walked back the way he had come. Anxious now to meet with Jason and find out more about the procedure and how it happens. Mike returned home and jumped back in the shower after sweating on his walk. After finishing up and dressing he heard his phone ding at him with a text message. Checking it he saw it was from Jason’s number. “On my way, will be there in about ten minutes.” Mike replied back “Okay, see you in a bit.” The next ten minutes seemed to go by so slow. But finally Mike heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he found a good looking gentleman are 30 years old. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, about the same height and weight as his 6 ft 185 pound frame. ”Hi are you Mike?” He asked “Yes I am” he replied.

I hope you will continue this hot story ,,,🙂

I’ve cheated in most of my relationships, and denied it when I needed to. I’ve been a top as well as a bottom and haven’t used condoms for 15 years. About five years ago I was having three ways with a married couple. I was attracted to one more than the other. They knew I was poz and they always wrapped up when they fucked me. It was their agreement. We were fucking once and the one I was less attracted to had to answer the front door for some reason. The guy I was attracted to ripped that rubber off and started breeding me fast and furious. He grunted as he came in me and the hubby came back in the room and saw him pulling his dick out of my very cummy hole. It’s the last time I played with them.

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”’

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.

I’ve gone off PrEP also but it’s because I scared of the long term damage it does to your body. I have been on PrEP since I turned 15 I’m 19 now.

I love it. but what I love even more is waking u with a guys cock in my ass and having no idea who is fucking me. that started happening a lot at parties in high school and continued when I would sleep in a bathhouse sling or on a fuckbench

We woke saturday morning curled up next to each other, the damp morning air chilling our near naked bodies. I looked around the tent and our jeans and boots were sitting in the corner. I pulled off my harness and rubbed the crusty pouch of my jock, wondering how much was my cum and how much was the guys that fucked me the night before. The cum had glued my jock to my pubes so I just left it on and pulled my jeans on. I fished around for my tee and pulled that on too. The rustling was enough to wake Louis and soon we both were dressed. "You want some breakfast?" I asked and got a groggy "mmhmm" in response. We climbed out of the tent and headed back to the bar. We took a pair of seats at the bar and Joey brought us some coffee. A minute later, two shots of bourbon were set next to our coffee cups. "You boys look like you had a rough night" Joey said with a smirk. "Like you didn't know what the fuck happened to us" Louis grunted out. "What happens in the campground after hours is up to the campers" he replied. I lifted my hand and pointed at the padlocked cuff on my hand. "So which camper do we see to get these off?" I asked. "Ah... Well, those stay on for the weekend. The rules say that the designated pigs get carte blanche the rest of the weekend. No one can say 'no' to you as long as you have the cuffs on. You can ask for more or you can return the favor to them" Joey explained. I scowled back at him and lowered my hand to the bar, downing the shot. "Why didn't you tell me what was going on this weekend when I made the reservation?" I asked. "I thought you knew. You sounded interested when you were here last year and we talked about some of the events we hold" Joey replied almost apologetically. Almost. "How about some breakfast?" he added. As we ate breakfast, guys would come up to us and pat us on the back or ass, some thanking us for the good time. "Much better than last year, Joey. I think that's a new record... three and a half hours. Maybe more. They wore everyone out" a towering muscle bear said from across the bar. Louis just dropped his head and shook it before taking another bite of breakfast. I finished eating and looked over at Louis who was only half way done. "Eat up. You need lots of energy so we can take advantage of the cuffs. I'm already thinking about who's first" I said quietly to Louis. A smile started to grow on his face. When Louis finished, I asked Joey for two cups of coffee to go and we headed back to the campground. It had already gotten warmer and when we got to our tent I pulled my tee off and threw it in the tent. "Harness, please" Louis said. I handed it back to him and watched him put it back on, tugging a bit to get it to sit right before grabbing his coffee and taking a sip. "Ready?" he asked. I whispered to him my game plan and he nodded back in agreement. We walked over to the playground first and found the tree that was our fuck spot from the night before. We looked over the steel rod that was bored through the tree that we had braced ourselves on for hours. There were still two wet spots on the ground where cum had pooled below our asses. "It's time" I said and we started our tour of the campground in daylight. Eyes were glued on us from each campsite that we walked by. We gave friendly camper greetings to everyone we met, but made mental notes. A few guys hid inside their tents when we got near, making us chuckle. We passed by the place that we got ambushed and I stopped. Looking at Louis I asked "Any idea how many guys you took last night?" "No fuckin' clue. I was drunk when it started and someone kept blowing smoke in my face and stuffing poppers up my nose. I lost count after 11." We started walking and came up on a campsite where two guys were sitting at their picnic table drinking some cheap beer. One was in his mid 40's with a trimmed beard, pony tail and loose t-shirt on. The younger one looked like a college age version of him with scruff and a few small tats on his arms. "Morning guys. How's it going?" I asked. "Fuck" the younger one said under his breath. "Doin' OK. Just trying to get the edge off last night's drinkin'. How 'bout you?" the older one replied. "Good. Doin' the same. Need some fresh air to clear my head. Uh... I'm curious... You guys related? You look pretty similar" I asked. The older guy chuckled and said "Yeah, he's my real son. I'm Larry and he's Trey. This is his first time here since he is finally old enough." I looked at the son and he was blushing and looking down at his beer. I patted him on the back and said "Welcome to the Pig Poke. Hope you have a good time." I could feel him shaking under my hand and laughed to myself. I started walking down the path and said "See ya later." I could hear a huge sigh from Trey. Louis was following me and I could hear him grumble. "We haven't made it all the way through the campground yet, then we choose who" I reminded Louis. We got to the end of the row and followed the path over to the next one. We passed a site with two guys about our age laying out on a blanket face up and naked. They looked good and didn't flinch as we walked by, though I could see that at least one was looking at us. They were a contrast to most of the guys in the campground since they were light skinned black guys and mostly hairless except for their pits and pubes. One had a goatee and the other a chin patch. The next site had a nice looking 50's bear sitting at the table. A thin otter who was probably 10 years younger was cleaning up the campsite naked. He had a cage on his cock and his ass was still red from a paddling he had gotten earlier. The bear barked out an order to the otter and Louis and I immediately recognized the voice. "Mornin'" I said with a grin and kept walking. The next site was empty but the last one in the row had a large tent with four guys sitting at the picnic table playing cards. I could see the outline of two more guys in the tent, one sucking the other off. "Mornin'" I said as the four turned to look at us. "Mmmm, thats what you guys look like in the daylight. Nice. Thanks for giving it up for the rest of us last night. You both were great fucks" the taller of the four guys said. The other three smiled and nodded. "Not like we had a choice but you're welcome. We didn't even know there was an event here this weekend" I replied. I could tell Louis was checking them out, but so was I. They all were cubs in their mid to late 30's, just wearing cargo shorts and sported a tattoo of three greek letters on either their chest or upper arm. They were all muscled to some extent and easy on the eyes. "See ya around" I said as I continued walking. I could tell Louis was getting impatient and wanted to fuck someone now, but I wanted to see what all the options were. We couldn't fuck them all so I wanted to know I was going to leave my loads in the best ones. We walked over to the last row of sites. These all had a view of the river and from past experience I knew there was to be no outdoor sex in them, at least in the daytime. An older couple was at the first one, sitting in two camp chairs, holding hands and talking. They were probably in their late 60's or maybe early 70's and in decent shape. Their full white beards hung down low to their belly with a smile peeking through. "That was quite a show you boys put on last night. All of us really enjoyed it" the shorter one said. "I didn't realize we were the entertainment" Louis said sarcastically. "I had hoped that you enjoyed it as much as we did" he replied. "It wasn't what we were expecting, but sometimes you just deal with it, right? Enjoy your day" I said and continued on our walk. The last campsite on our rounds we saw a sexy muscled cub leaning back in his chair. He was in his mid 30's, his body was well defined and had perfectly manscaped hair on his chest with a trail that disappeared into his tight shorts. His strong jawline was accented by a thin chinstrap beard and moustache. I chuckled to myself thinking "this guy spent more time grooming today than the rest of the campground combined." "Well if it isn't the cumdump faggots from last night. Looking for more dick to fuck those pussies?" the guy said. I laughed and said "You must be the token straight guy. You chose the wrong weekend to be here or maybe you're just a closet case that needs some homo sex." I could tell that the guy was surprised at my reply and decided to dig a bit more. "So, were you just watching and jacking your little dick or did you get the nerve up and actually fuck?" "You guys didn't complain about my size when I fucked you last night" the guy answered back. I laughed again adding "We really didn't have much choice and definitely didn't get to pick who fucked us. Some of 'em I could barely feel and there were some hung ones too. Some threw a good fuck and others were pretty sad. Anyway, we gotta go figure out who gets to be our bitch today." I watched his jaw drop, the thought that we weren't just a pair of horny bottoms never crossing his mind until now. Louis and I wandered back to our bikes and I leaned against mine looking at Louis who seemed to be getting angrier by the moment. "Relax. Guys like that think they're hot shit tops and most of the time it's just a bluff. One day he'll get his due" I said quietly to Louis. "Now... I'd like to double up on a couple and then we can go off and do another pair solo. We got until tomorrow morning so that should give us plenty of time. If we got time we might squeeze in a few more. Who are your top three?"

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I looked over at Louis, wondering what he thought. I spoke first and said “I’m cool with it, but you guys work together, so it might make things weird.” I expected Louis to agree and to bow out, but I kind of wanted him to say yes since I thought it would be a fun time. The gears in Louis’ head seemed to be running at full speed. “What happens out of the office doesn’t affect how we work together, right?” Louis said to Brandon a few moments later. “Right. It’s a fuck, not a romance” Brandon replied. Louis nodded and we gulped down the last of our warm, mostly backwash, beer. I saw a few guys in the bar grin and nod at me as we left, no doubt they knew what we were going to do. We got out on the sidewalk and Brandon took charge. Brandon said to me “My place is only a few blocks from here. Is yours closer?” I shook my head ‘no.’ He looked at Louis and said “Don’t tell anyone where my apartment is, OK?” Louis nodded, saying “You’re the only one at work that knows I’m bi, so let’s keep both a secret for now.” I guessed that Brandon didn’t want anyone at work to know he lived in the heart of boys town. With that, Brandon turned and Louis and I followed. I chuckled to myself as we walked down the familiar streets. Several guys stared at us, with one guy whistling as we walked. I’m sure it was for Louis, who still had his t-shirt off and the harness on. We turned and went into the courtyard of one building and Louis curiously looked at me. I gave him a smile and a nod and we turned and went to the door, up the stairs and into the apartment facing my buddy Tom’s place across the courtyard but one floor down. For all of Brandon’s confidence leading us to his apartment, once inside he seemed extremely nervous. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare chest, whispering in his ear “anything you don’t like, just let us know.” Louis came up to us and pressed his lips to Brandon’s and kissed him. He moved his head to the side and kissed me, our heads next to Brandon’s. Brandon turned his head and it became a three way kiss. My hands roamed up and down Brandon’s chest, my fingers flicking over his very hard nipples. Louis came a little closer and the front of my paw was stroking Brandon’s chest and the back brushing over Louis’ chest. Louis reached down and unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans and then his own. I squeezed Louis’ nipples between my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over Brandon’s hard nubs. Our tongues were dancing together and then I felt Louis fumbling to open my jeans. He finally got the button open and then the zipper, pushing my jeans down. We broke the kiss and finished stripping ourselves. When I stood up I saw Louis standing there in nothing but his harness, Brandon was wearing just some tight trunks and I was in my ripe jockstrap. Louis and I must have thought the same thing as we each hooked a finger on each side of Brandon’s trunks and tugged down, leaving him naked. It’s hard enough when you have two versatile guys trying to see who tops and who bottoms but here we were with a third guy. I knew Brandon bottomed, but I didn’t know if he topped too. Brandon made the first move and hooked a finger into the ring on Louis’ harness to steady himself and started to kneel. He flicked his tongue over Louis’ left nipple a few times and then moved over and did the same with my right nipple. As he got to his knees, he found himself staring at Louis’ mostly hard shaft that had a sheen of precum on the tip. Brandon licked over the head of Louis’ cock and then wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck him. A few minutes later, Brandon reached up and pulled my stiff rod out of the jock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly jerking it. I smiled and realized, at least for now, Brandon was going to bottom for us. I leaned in and started to make out with Louis and just as my tongue slipped into his mouth I felt Brandon’s tongue playing with my PA. Brandon continued moving between our two cocks, never getting either of us too close or leaving the other unattended for too long. He may have never been in a 3way, but he seemed to be getting the hang of sucking the pair of us. Maybe this had been the bulk of Brandon’s experience with men - on his knees sucking guy after guy. After about fifteen minutes, Louis pulled his arm from around my shoulder and down between us. Brandon had just switched back to Louis’ cock and now had both of Louis’ hands around the back of his head. Louis started slow, but built up speed and depth until he was properly fucking Brandon’s face. Just like he had when I face fucked him, Brandon never complained or pushed away. There were a few small gags, but mostly just the sound of Louis’ moans as his cock plunged into Brandon’s throat. I kneeled down next to Brandon and coated a pair of fingers with the spit dripping off his chin and whispered in his ear “If he’s going too hard, just tap his leg.” Brandon’s hands didn’t move from their grip on Louis’ ass cheeks. I moved my hand back and traced Brandon’s crack with my slick fingers. He raised his ass up a little pushing it closer to my fingers which quickly found his puckered hole. A little more work with my fingers and a little more spit from his chin had a pair of digits fully in his chute. Brandon’s hole responded to my encouragement and opened up nicely. It was time to take it a little further so I hooked my fingers inside Brandon’s hole and gave a gentle upward tug. It took a few tries until he realized what I wanted, but there he was with his ass in the air and still slurping on Louis’ cock. My beard pressed against his ass cheeks while my tongue lapped along his crack deeper and deeper until it found his hole. I didn’t rim Brandon the other time we fucked since I was too eager to get my dick inside him. I was finding out that was a mistake. Brandon seemed to really like getting his ass eaten and kept pushing back to get my tongue in deeper. My tongue was getting tired after feasting on his hole for a while so I gave each ass cheek a firm slap and squeeze before standing up and dragging my cock along the crevice. The piercing and the tip of my cock were resting on his pucker as I added a few globs of spit and pushed in. The steady pressure got his hole to yield and my bare cock started to push inside. Brandon groaned around his mouthful of Louis’ shaft and I let him get used to my girth for a moment. Just as I was about to begin, Brandon moved his hips around and I really knew he was ready. I rocked my hips, dicking him deeper each time until I finally bottomed out. I gave him a good fuck, pounding hard and then backing off. I could tell with the harder thrusts he was getting forced onto Louis’ cock which seemed to get Louis closer than he would like. When I got close to shooting, I motioned to Louis to come over to me. He shook his head “no” but did pull out of Brandon’s mouth. Grabbing my chance, I pushed Brandon to the floor and drilled him as my cock started to throb. I laid on his back, growling in his ear as my hips thrust a few final times until my cock began to shoot. Ropes of cum painted his chute as spurts of cum pumped into him. I stayed there a few moments after the orgasm faded, my sweaty chest glued to Brandon’s back. My breathing got back to normal and immediately Louis slapped my ass hard. The sting ripped through my body and I looked back at him with my best “WTF” look. Louis wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his turn and as he raised his hand again I rolled off. Louis flipped Brandon on to his back and raised his legs up over his shoulders. Brandon’s hole was well lubed and probably was still gaping when Louis planted every inch of his cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. Brandon let out a gasp but then was staring right into Louis’ eyes. The two seemed to come to a silent understanding before Louis began to fuck. I straddled Brandon’s head, leaving my cum covered cock to rest on his lips and pulled his legs toward me. It gave Louis a better angle to drill and drill he did. Brandon licked and nursed on my cock, sucking most of the cum off of it. Brandon must have had him really close because after about five minutes of fucking, I heard the familiar grunts from Louis and then a groan. I watched Louis’ body flex and twitch as he pumped his seed into Brandon’s hole. When the spurts ended, Louis pulled out and laid down on the floor next to Brandon. I left them for a couple minutes to recover before I said sternly “Roll over, Louis.” “What?” he replied. “Turn over. Now.” I answered even stronger and Louis rolled over on to his stomach. I looked at Brandon who was slowly stroking his still hard cock and nodded my head. He looked back at me with a worried face and I wondered if he was a total bottom with guys. Yeah, his cock was shorter than either Louis’ or mine, but it was rock hard and Brandon hadn’t blown his load as far as I knew. I glared at him and he got the hint, climbing on top of Louis and straddling his ass. “Fuck him” I said, in a softer voice than I had told Louis to turn over. He added more spit to his cock and then spread Louis’ ass apart, dripping a generous glob of saliva on to his hole. He looked back at me tentatively and I nodded. Brandon then leaned forward and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance and slowly dipped his cock in. Both of them let out moans and I just hoped that Brandon wouldn’t shoot right away and give Louis a good fuck. He did seem to be fighting off the urge to cum, but soon got into a good motion. He never really pounded Louis, but the penetration was firm and deep with a few hard thrusts occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of varied drilling, Brandon gave a few hard shoves and then let out a surprisingly deep growl. I watched his ass flex as shot after shot of cum pumped into Louis’ ass. His balls must have really been full for as long as he went on. I was glad I didn’t let him waste that much jizz on the floor. I kneeled down next to the two of them, rubbing my hand down Brandon’s back and over his firm, sticky butt. “Was that ok for your first three-way?” I asked. “Oh gawd yes” Brandon said breathlessly. “Good, the next one we’ll take up a notch or two” I replied.

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5. Trophies “You fuckin’ idiot!” He heard a voice from far away. He coughed, threw his hands up to his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to kill him before he even does the job?” He heard the same far away voice, incredulous, like it was shouted in a long, echoing tunnel. Chris rasped in several breath before he trusted he was breathing again. He sat up in bed naked, still high as fuck, but was alone in the master bedroom. The men had left him, and sounded like they were downstairs arguing. “So I got carried away,” he heard Polanski trying to defend himself. “You get carried away. Look at the way you offed the Bailey family. One by one, Brody. One by one. You ain’t no Saint Sanity when you get worked up. How many pieces’ that Tony kid in now? How many fingers did you cut off, how many ears, and whatever, before you just went and slit their throats? That wasn’t just for the old man’s benefit and you know it. You liked it! You was enjoying yourself.” Chris was trying unsuccessfully to process the evening. How much time had passed since he blacked out? Johnny Carson was on TV doing his opening monologue. It couldn’t have been that long. Still flying, not a lot of things made sense. Then, like someone had flipped a light switch, the pieces of the night fit. The last he’d heard on the television news, the sewer pipe, the two cons, they were right here. Chris crawled off the bed. On hands and knees he crept to the staircase to observe the men. They were in their boxers again. “Listen, you dumb shit. That was to get the dirty cop to squeal where he stashed it. It worked, didn’t it?” Bailey, Don, Brody, whatever his name was, he was no cop. He smacked Polanski in his forehead. “Think, dumb shit. Be smart.” Then he said in a low voice, “If you want to snuff the kid, wait till he brings out the stash, then you can have all the sick motherfuckin’ fun you want. But you almost fucked up what was pretty complicated set up to begin with. Drax would have had both us skinned alive, and I do mean skinned! We seen him do it to that poor fuck Jackson.” Polanski shivered. “So what now?” he said, starting to pace nervously around the room. “So now you go up, and hope the kid recovers. Then you beg him to forgive you, hope he ain’t dead or damaged, and will still do the job for us. You kiss his ass, suck his cock, and do whatever it takes.” “We gonna be straight with him?” “We gotta, but he don’t need to know everything. I’ll do the talking. He’ll trust me more than you, but you gotta make it up to him. Be his pal. You been a mean fuck ever since we busted in on him. Play nice.” They both looked up the staircase. Chris ducked back quickly in the dark hallway. He scurried back to the bedroom, got on the bed, and played possum on his side as the men came back into the room. Polanski got on the bed and shook his shoulder. “Hey, kid,” he said, “kid, you still with us?” Chris faked like he was stirring, throwing his hands to his neck like someone was choking him and sat up in panic. “Nah, nah, you’re okay,” Polanski said nervously. “Things just got a little out of hand, but you’re okay now. Man, I sure am high. How ‘bout you?” “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “You were choking me.” He shoved Polanski away with both hands. “Yeah, nah, I was just playin’, but like Brody knows, I sometimes get carried away. I play too rough.” “Brody?” Chris asked confused. “Ah, geez,” Brody, as Polanski now called him, sighed and put his head in his hand. He sat down on the other side of the bed and put his hand on Chris’ back. “Yeah, we gotta come clean with you kid. We ain’t no cops.” “What?” Chris said in disbelief. “If you’re not the cops, who are you?” Brody laid out it out for Chris. “Nicky and I are ex-cons. We were just released from upstate after doing our time. And the first thing we do is we come pay a visit to the guy who set us up, the crooked cop who lives here. He’d been skimming money off the top for years from the man we work for. A Mister Jones.” “Mr. Jones?” “Well, that ain’t his real name, but better you don’t know.” Brody went on with his story with Chris pretending to hang on every word. “So the dirty cop’s family is away, okay? So we bust in on him. We had to get pretty rough with him, but he finally admitted that he did a bad thing and that he had the money squirreled away in the house, in the duct work. So Mr. Jones instructs us to use Bailey’s uniform and police stuff to get you to come out to Flushing to help us get the stash. Seems like he had his little kid go deep in the ducts and hide the goods where big guys like us can’t get to it, so the only way to get it is for a little guy like you to get it for us. You’re like part of our gang now.” “Did you kill Manetti,” asked Chris, honestly fearing the answer. “Nah,” Brody said. “He hadda done it himself. You seen the place was chained from the inside. Mr. Jones used that as an excuse for us to show up.” “Yeah, and I’m real sorry. I was playing too hard. But it’s ‘cause I like you. I think you’re really sexy and hot for a little skinny guy, and I got a thing for breath control. It’s just a thing I got.” “Yeah,” said Brody, “and it looked like you maybe got a thing for it too now by how much you came all over me.” “Yeah, I don’t think I like it,” Chris said, rubbing his neck. “Nah, nah,” said Polanski. “Not a lot of guys do, and if you, I mean you, me and Brody ever was to, you know, go at it again, and I hope we do, ‘cause the dirty cop ain’t coming back anytime soon,” he said darkly, “so maybe, once we get the stash, maybe we can mess around again, if you want, but only if you want.” “And no choking,” Brody added, running his hand up and down Chris’ back. “Just fun stuff. I like you too. You’ve got a hot little hole like I rarely seen, and a real sexy little bubble butt, which if we didn’t have a job to do, I could right now, cause I’m still horny, right now fuck you again.” It was true. Both men were getting a rise in their shorts. “Yeah,” said Polanski, getting back to business. “But we gotta finish the job, right Brody?” “Nah, you’re right Nicky. So, kiddo, what you say? You part of our gang, help us pull out the money? Then we get back here,” Brody padded the bed, “and we go at it for round two?” “You’d let me be part of your gang?” Chris asked. Both men nodded. “Would I get some of the money?” Polanski raised a brow and looked at Brody. Brody gave him a look back and said to Chris, “Sure, sure. Being in the gang means you get a cut. But we have to give most of it back to Mr. Jones. You understand that, right?” “I guess. I never been in a gang before. And then we can get back here and have more sex? Cause right up till the choking, I really liked it. I never been double fucked before. I guess this’ll be night of firsts.” There was so much untruth dripping all around, as they all looked at each other they all knew they were full of shit, but had to buy it to keep up the ruse.“So let’s do this,” said Chris. They went downstairs and out to the garage. The men’s tools were laid out on the floor near a vent next to the washing machine. The grate was off. Brody gave Chris a small flashlight and a map of the ductwork maze where the cop had his son hide the money. Chris got down on his hands and knees and crawled inside. Even for him it was a tight fit. The two men leered as his ass scuttled away from them. Brody said, shining his flashlight on Chris’ butt admiringly, “Let’s get this done quickly ‘cause I gotta have some of that pretty pussy again.” “Yeah, boy,” Polanski called through the duct, “Taking both our kielbasas means you’re ready for another game I like even better than choking called fisting.” Brody hit Polanski on his forehead again, but Chris had already rounded his first corner and his head was busy sorting through his options. All that stuff his brother had told him came back. Plan B. Look for a way out. They were going to kill him, he was certain of that, so how was he going to make an escape. Here he was, naked crawling through ductwork. If he manage to get out he’d be running down the street naked yelling for help. Well, that was the least of his problems. From the moment both of the men had their hands on him, he felt they were never going to let him out of their site even for one second. Except now. It had to be now or never. Looking at the map there was one tunnel that led to the HVAC system’s main unit in the basement. If he got down to there, he might be able to crawl out one of the basement windows. He scurried the direction he was sure was the route to the basement. It didn’t take him long but once he got down to the basement level he found the only vent into the room was sealed with a grate. He stomped his foot at it. It didn’t budge. He tried again and again, making an awful racket. Brody shouted into the vent what was the matter? He kick against the grate with all his might and it popped off. Nothing, he shouted back. He saw a rat and had to scare it away. He slipped out of the vent and landed on the cold cement. The floor was kind of sticky and slippery. In the dim room he saw the basement windows glowing from the outside streetlights. He went over to one of the windows and unlatched it. It was a lot narrower than he thought, only about six inches high. He was small but not that narrow. Plan B. He walked over to the staircase and again felt the floor was slick and sticky. Once he climbed to the top of the stairs he tried to open the basement door but it was bolted. There wasn’t a latch he could open. A key had to be used to open the door on either side. There must be a key down here somewhere. He felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. The basement was a horror show! Four bodies in various stages of dismemberment were tied to metal folding chairs all facing each other. They were all naked. A blond woman with several knife wounds on various parts of her body was nearest to the stairs. The crooked cop, the one Chris now recognized from the Disney photo, was as big as Brody, was tied up next to her. His neck was sliced ear to ear. Most of the floor’s blood looked to be his, although each family member contributed to the gore. The oldest boy was the one Polanski had talked about. Three of his fingers on his left hand and all the fingers on his right were clipped by garden sheers lying bloodied on the ground. His neck was also sliced. But what was done to the little kid that freaked him out the most, caused him to give up on this particular plan B, of getting out through the basement. As Chris got back into the vent he tried to un-see what he’d seen. The kid he was so envious of? No one deserved a fate like that. In the dark, he follow the map again. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but he kept seeing the kid’s agonized face. Both ears had been clipped, his blond hair matted in red blood. In his mouth, his ears peeked out. As Chris got close to his goal, where there was an X on the map, one glimpse, one flash he tried to push away, but couldn’t: the imprinted image of kid’s bloody crotch. His eyes refused to focus on the particulars of where the blood had come from. He didn’t need to. He knew. Then there, in front of him, was the black briefcase. What kind of psychopaths was he dealing with? What reason could they have to produce such a nightmare? He flipped the clasps and opened it in the narrow vent. Stacks of hundreds neatly lined the case. He was no math wiz, but a quick count of rows times columns times ten stacks deep. The crooks had two million reasons. There was a banging on the metal, and Brody shouted what was taking so long. While he gazed at the money, he shouted he’d gotten to a dead end and got lost. He closed the clasps and turned around in the vent. He added that the map wasn’t accurate but he’d found the briefcase. He was freaked but he knew he couldn’t show it. As he started retracing his steps, he saw there were streaks of blood he’d trailed in from the basement. He had to wipe it off. He re-opening the briefcase and took out a couple of hundreds and cleaned his feet. He had a couple of spots on his knees and hands too, so he took out another couple of bills and wiped himself off with those. It didn’t take long to get back to Brody and Polanski. He pushed the briefcase out and Polanski grab it. Polanski couldn’t help himself and cracked the briefcase. All three of them stared at the contents. Brody was the first to speak. “Holy mother of Christ.” He put his hand on Chris’ butt and started rubbing it. “I think this calls for a celebration fuck. Who’s up for a nightcap?” They flashed glances at one another, and Brody took his finger and felt up Chris’ hole. “Ah, boy. We’re going to have to give you a special reward.” Brody and Polanski shared an evil grin. While they were climbing the stairs back to the bedroom, Brody asked, “So the map was really off?” “Big time,” Chris answered. “The stuff wasn’t where the X was and the layout wasn’t right. That’s what took me so long.” Brody set the briefcase next to the door. “So,” said Brody, “whiskeys on the house.” Chris asked if he could have one. “Sure,” Polanski said. “You earned it, didn’t he Brody?” Brody gave a nod. Chris trotted into the bathroom and brought back a glass. Brody had taken off his boxers and was playing absently with his enormous member. Polanski was around. “Where’s Nick?” he asked starting to pour drinks. “Dunno,” Brody responded, staring at the TV. Johnny Carson was joking around with Joan Rivers. “Hey,” he said lumbering off the bed, “We need a better show. How ‘bout you entertain us while you entertain us?” “Huh?” asked Chris as he poured the final glass. “I want to see how Manetti played with you while we play with you. I got the tape downstairs.” He went to fetch it. He had only a few seconds. Manetti’s drug box was on the cart. He opened it and took out the bottle of G and spit the contents between two of the drinks. He replaced the vial in the box, just when Polanski reappeared. “Crisco!” the man announced. “Promise I’m gonna curl your toes.” Chris gave Polanski his shark smile. “I feel ‘em curling already.” He handed Polanski his whiskey. Brody came in holding the VHS tape and popped it in the VCR and pushed play. Chris handed him his drink, as the familiar grunts of Manetti fucking him played in the background. Brody held up his glass. “We, who are about to die, salute you.” They both looked at Chris and each of them downed their glasses in one gulp. The two men squished their faces. Chris followed suit and stuck out his tongue making a gah sound, which made the men laugh. Polanski grabbed the almost empty bottle. “How about a chaser for a job well done, and to the newest member of our gang.” He divided the remains between them. “Bottoms up!” They raised their glasses again and kicked them back. “Okay, bottom. Up!” he ordered Chris. “On your back, head here,” Polanski barked. “Knees up.” Not used to hard alcohol, the whiskey got to Chris’ head pretty quickly. Combined with the earlier crystal, he was starting to feel spaced and horny. He got on the bed, listening to Manetti fuck him on TV. He forced his mind not to think about Manetti, but focused instead on Polanski. Even though he didn’t like the guy he was a sexy fucker. Brody knelt next to him and pushed his head toward his erection. Polanski greased two fingers and slipped them into Chris’ asshole. It felt good to have Polanski in his chute. Not liking him somehow made him harder. He bore down on Polanski’s fingers and took them right down to the knuckles. Polanski said to Brody, “This kid’s a natural. Look at this.” He greased up four fingers and slipped them with no resistance into Chris. Brody gave out an excited moan. “How ‘bout being a real pig, kid. Eat daddy’s hole.” He raised himself from feeding Chris his dick and lifted one leg over Chris’ head and sat his hairy butt on his face. “Dig in there, pig boy. Clean daddy’s dingleberries.” He complied eagerly, using his hands to spread Brody’s cheeks further apart, using his tongue to untangle each strand of clotted hair. The closer he came to Brody’s asshole, the more hardened fecal matter he found. Polanski added his thumb and Chris felt his whole hand pressing at his entrance. Again, he bore down and his asslips swallowed all of Polanski’s hand. “Woo-ee,” shouted Polanski. He wasn’t patient or caring like Manetti, he didn’t wait for Chris to adjust to his hand, just began pulling his hand out and pushing it back in again. Chris yowled under Brody’s ass each time Polanski yanked out his hand. He raised his hand to tell Polanski to take it easy, but Brody grabbed them both. Brody’s ass was firmly on his face, and the big man started rutting impatiently for Chris to get his tongue deeper his hole. When Chris traced his tongue around his asslips, the man gave out a huge farted. The skin vibrated lewdly on his mouth and Brody grabbed his head so Chris couldn’t get away. The smell was foul but he was stuck smelling it. Polanski was picking up the pace, pulling one of Chris’ legs over his muscular shoulders to get Chris to spread of his legs wider. The violent punching was winning. The helplessness of being pinned up such a big hair butt and his legs force apart while his hole was being wrecked, caused Chris to surrender completely. Polanski took the surrender to increase his attack, pulling out fiercely. He stopped for a second to admire the red pedals of the rosebud he was creating. “That’s it boy, push!” shouted Polanski, tapping on the rectum that was coming out of its hole. “I want some of that,” Brody said woozily, getting off Chris’ face. He scuttled down to Polanski and each man took one of Chris’ legs and pulled him apart. “Look, this little fuck still has a boner.” He looked at Chris who was wiping bits of Brody’s shit off his face. “You gonna let us do whatever we want to you, ain’t ya, boy?” Chris nodded. Brody greased his big paw and stuck four fingers into Chris. His hand was too big to get, but Brody stubbornly kept pushing his paw against Chris’ resisting hole. “Give it up, boy.” “I can’t,” Chris said. “It’s too big.” That only made Brody more determined. He leaned into the boy, and forced his fist in. Chris gave out a cry of extreme pain. His torso shot up trying to expel Brody’s huge mitt, but Brody twisted and prodded his hole enjoying the spasms he was causing Chris to endure. The hand popped out of the boy as he fell back on the bed. “You pussy,” said Brody, with weary eyes. “Let’s try that again. Daddy likes depth. C’mon, open your cunt for daddy.” His hand shot into Chris again, and though it was agonizing, Chris felt his rectum was prepared this time to accommodate the invasion. Brody was even rougher than Polanski, more aggressively tunneling deep into his hole. Polanski watch amused, though his breath was increasingly labored and shallow. Brody laid flat on his side to reach into Chris’ hole, Polanski fell from his knees to one butt cheek. He looked at Chris’ hard on and reached out and smacked the kid’s balls. The kid jumped but Brody’s fist in his ass held his in place. Polanski slapped his balls again, then took a fist and punched him in the nuts. Chris’ ass muscles reacted by baring down hard on Brody’s wrist and that egged Brody on to go in deeper. Chris’ intestines could accept any more of the girth of Brody’s hand, yet Brody’s face showed that a little thing like Chris’ anatomy wasn’t going to stop him. “The goal is the heart of the boy, and you’re going to give it to me,” stated Brody as he pushed in another inch. Polanski didn’t let up punching Chris in the balls. Chris’ head was back on the bed struggling to resist these two psychopaths, his hands flying in the air. There was a bounce on the bed. He looked over to see Polanski laying on his side. Brody looked at Polanski laying there, said, “Lightweight.” He pushed himself up on his side and pulled one of Chris’ legs over his fleshy shoulder. He stop for a second and examined the bottom of Chris’ foot. His face displayed his puzzlement. “Boy,” he said having a hard time put words together, “why have you got a red foot?” His mystified expression suddenly sparked with a dull anger. He pulled up Chris’ other foot. “You been someplace you shouldn’t.” There was such an ominous tone, Chris knew the man figured out where he’d been. “I’m gonna fuckin’...rip your heart...out of your…” The big man went down. Chris laid there for a moment. Brody’s hand was still far up his colon. He felt his fingers slightly twitching. His balls ached painfully, he was sure Polanski had damaged him. He started trying to pull his chute off of Brody’s hand, but at first only managed to pull Brody along with him as he slid across the bed. Without realizing it he found himself on the bed’s edge, his hand gave out under him, and he fell backward landing on his back. The quick, forceful drop pulled Brody’s whole hand out of him in one go, and also pulled out of Chris a gut-wrenching shriek. He now had that empty feeling once again, but this time he was very happy about it. The bedroom phone rang on the nightstand behind his head. The digital clock showed it was just after two o’clock. He knew who it was. He picked up the receiver without saying anything, just listening. “Do you have it?” Master Drax said on the other end of the line. “Yes,” Chris answered. There followed a long pause so long, Chris thought the connection was lost. Then Master Drax continued. “Are they dead?” He leaned over Polanski who hadn’t move since he fell over. He got in close to see if he was breathing. He was, but just barely. His lips were blue and his skin very white. Brody was breathing hard, but Chris had noticed he was always breathing hard. “No, but they don’t look good.” “Bring me what you found in the ventilation system. Leave the briefcase. It will attract undue attention to you. Put the contents in your bag and bring it to me.” Brody started to stir. Chris stepped back in alarm. The large man raised up on one hand, then vomited all over the bed. He looked around the room disoriented, saw Chris, tried to focus, but his eyes closed and he collapsed into his mess. “Leave them. Move quickly, child.” There was a click, and then dial tone. Chris went in the bathroom and splashed water on his face, then all the mess off his ass. What was he going to wear? His clothe in the washer were wet probably. He ran into the large walk-in closet. Half the clothes were the wife’s, and the other half were the dead officer’s, all way too big for him. A bright red jogging suit with white stripes hung next to the door. It was also way too big, but there was a belt rack on the back of the door. He could cinched up the waist with one of them. He grabbed the jogging suit, which uncovered the officer’s holster and police revolver. He wished he’d found that before. Now it seemed after the fact. He put the briefcase and his gym bag on the bed and began transferring the money. He looked over at Polanski. He’d quit breathing. All the money fit with a little room left over. He ran downstairs to the garage and got his damp clothes out of the washer. Sprinting back upstairs he stopped off in Eddie’s bedroom, found his sneakers, and sat on the kid’s bed tying his shoes. He went back into the bedroom to fetch the bag, when Brody rolled over the side of the bed with great effort, but even more determination. He stood teetering, blocking the door. “You little fuck,” he said, looming menacingly, taking one step at a time toward Chris. Chris back up with each step he took, but there wasn’t anywhere he could run. He was cornered. He jumped up on the bed, but the big man grabbed his foot and Chris tumbled off onto the floor, banging his head on the closet door. The man stumbled toward him. Chris scrambled up and backed into the closet, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the holster and moved to the back of the closet, far away the door. The door flew open and Brody charged at him with a monstrous roar intent on tearing him limb from limb. Chris pulled the Glock out of its holster, clicked off the safety, and emptied six bullets in the man’s stomach. Brody was knocked backwards with each strike, but still stood his ground, taller and now madder than ever. “I’m fucking gonna reach inside you and tear out your lungs.” He charge again at Chris, grabbed Chris by the neck and lifted him to the ceiling. Chris unloaded nine more rounds, first hitting his shoulder, his arm, his chest, and, finally feeling his throat about to snap, shot him between the eyes. He kept pulling the trigger long after the gun was empty. Brody fell backward dropping Chris to the floor. His body made a loud thump. As he sprawled, arms wide, on the emerald green shag carpeting, red streams of blood slowly spread in all directions. Chris slowly stood up, still in shock. It wasn’t till the heavy revolver slipped out of his hand that his flight instinct took over. He jumped over the dead man, snatched up his gym bag, and sped out of the house never looking back. A black Camaro sat at the curb. Its engine gunned once as Chris approached it with mounting dread. At curbside he bent down to view the driver and his fate. Inside a large shark-tooth grin spread from ear to ear. “Nice work, Chief,” Manetti said holding the wheel, gunning the engine again. “Love the outfit. Red's definitely suits you. Get in.” Chris did. The car squealed down the street, wheels smoking, laying eight feet of rubber minutes before the cops arrived triggered by several reports of gun fire.

3. Hole Fuck. Fuck. A triangle Fuck. A triangle of pleasure Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads Fuck. A triangle of pleasure spreads from his cock, balls, asshole, erupting outward, unrelenting, uncontrollable, to his entire body like an volcano exploding. Nothing could ever top this feeling sending him ablaze in molten heat and light. Fuck. The only thing that could ever top this feeling had to be death. Snuffed. Blackness. Oblivion. Because right now, mother fucker, at this single moment, he felt everything. Every fucking thing. He was Colossus. A Titan. God. The world channeled through him. Fuck yes. He was the eye of the needle; the eye of the beholder; the fuckin' cat five swirling eye of the hurricane. Nothing existed before this moment, nothing would after. He embodied the chord alpha and omega struck together throughout eternity jammed into one single note. Bam! Fuckin’ right here. Right now. Shit, man, it's a tsunami in here and he's riding this skinny little surfboard called Chris—it’s a thrill of a lifetime—and he's hanging on for dear fucking life! Fuck. He's overboard! He lost where he was, who he was. He's swimming up for air. All he feels is a tongue in his hole and a gummy mouth sucking his shriveled dick. Hairy arms hold him and run their hands over mounds of flesh, his burning flesh. He grinds his ass over someone’s furry pubes. Fuck, dude, tell how good is that? He'll never be able to sustain how aroused he is, every synapse of ecstasy is firing simultaneously. He's sure someone’s saying something to him but he can’t comprehend, even less respond. All he can react to is touch, those that touch him, those he can touch. Other senses abandoned him. Hard flesh, leathery muscle, sagging flesh, sinewy muscle, all attached to him in some area of his body, but he can’t differentiate the sum of these sensations. Fuck. There’s an argument, then a suggestion. Slowly he’s regaining sight. The pictures he saw stuttered like a reel of film falling off its track, still he made out bits of a room that could be hell. Red flakes falling off walls. Metallic roof reflecting flames all around him. An orange object dangled in front of him. What the fuck was that? A tentacle? He thought of a carrot, albeit one that was extraordinarily long and extremely pliable. Fuck. It was going in his anus and going in deep. Fuck. Voices emerged in the hellscape. Take it in—let it penetrate you. I've still got you. Long Beach Carl, his mother’s boyfriend was there. He's pushing the carrot into him. Oliver North was there as are a million cameras firing off strobe after strobe in his brain. Pop! Pop pop pop. He felt the object, initially so slender you hardly knew it was there until its mass grows with every inch it's inserted. The object passed through his rectum and entered his large intestine. It jus' pass through his second ring, said a Caribbean sounding voice. He's in a James Bond movie. He closes his eyes, he's tripping heavy, he knows he's not in a James Bond movie. Yet in his mind he imagines there's a race car that's tearing through a winding road in the Alps. He sees Sean Connery driving the winding road. His colon is a road, the object a vehicle that’s opening up his insides; every twist, tunnel and turn. Boom. Fuck. Chris is back in his body trying to come to terms with an object he feels somewhere on the right side of his abdomen. He ran his hand down to the spot and definitely felt an object inside him. Someone, Manetti it must be, pulled his hand back over his head. There are two men, Jamal and Master Drax he recognized, conferring at his hole, pushing something, a malleable orange sex toy through his anal canal. "The last mile is always the most difficult," Master Drax said to Jamal. Jamal goes back to sucking Chris' peanut. It not only distracted, but felt indescribably soothing. "Are you still with us, child?" Master Drax asked Chris. Chris wanted to communicate that he was still with them, raise a thumb or something, but he can't. He's immobile. He blinked instead hoping that said something. Words won't come back for quite a while, except for one. "Fu-u-u-u-ck," he yowls, forcefully arching his back. "I told you, Christian. New worlds. Hold him down. It doesn't give you pain. It's simple something you've never experienced." There is nothing to compare this to. He's hornier than fuck. He imagined his colon is being invaded by the tentacle of an octopus. He vividly hallucinates Master Drax is holding an octopus and guiding it to slither deep and deeper into him. But the tentacle had hit an impasse. It refused to penetrate into the next chamber. It had a life of its own, the tentacle; it poked and prodded against an impenetrable wall, won't proceed no matter how much Chris or Master Drax want it to. "The last foot is always the most revealing," Master Drax said to Chris, who could do nothing but look at him, and feel what was happening inside. "Jamal, get the amyl from the drawer." Jamal left the boy's dick and returned with a handful of capsules. He broke one and put it up to Chris nostrils. "Inhale it deeply, child." The effect it had on him was to immediately knock his head off his body. More than freeing his gut to allow the sex toy to penetrate, was the attitude it instilled: lust overpowers everything. He wanted that orange tentacle further up his ass. Jesus Fucking Christ he did! And his lust made it so. "F-u-u-u-u-ck." He feels it so intensely slip deeper inside. Two inches, three? It's a tickle that grows to a finger, which grows two feet in length to the size of a fist. The final girth is a medium size clenched fist. Master Drax has gotten the entire sex toy to press up against Chris' sphincter, but he's not satisfied. He bares down with his own fist to get his fist inside the boy too. "Another one," he instructed Jamal, who already had another hit of amyl under Chris's nose. Chris doesn't say, ‘fuck.’ Instead out rasped a throaty animal sound, a squall of air reacting to muscles going beyond what they're meant for: to hold shit in. There was pain, undeniably, but there was a definite element of pleasure in the animal cry, too. A sound an animal might shriek when it was dying but more like when it gave birth. To Chris, it was a sound emanating from his guts, and the large object within him and the large fist, that even after it entered his hole still plunged deeper into his bowels. He started stammering mindlessly, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," throwing his pelvis in the air, trying to get whatever's inside him outside him. This was where Manetti came in, holding him down, calming his colt. "Shhh. You did it, Chief.” He brought the kid down to him. “Good boy, good job." And though Manetti was as high as he's been in quite a while, he knew how to ride these twenty foot waves to shore. "Breathe. Get used to it. Accept it.” Manetti ran his hand over Chris’ chest, tweaked his nipple lightly. “Breathe, buddy. Relax your hole around it. Now squeeze! Now relax. Do it again." He's more a disembodied voice to Chris, but it was a familiar, disembodied voice, and it seemed to work. Though his hole was ready to explode again at any moment, and though the strain was more intense than anything he'd ever felt, he was over the agony of a few seconds ago. As he squeezed, then released, he was letting go of the panic and accepting the new sensation. Master Drax's pulled his fist out. This set off on another round of spasms, this time dispelling, like a two foot long shit—which pretty accurately described how it felt—the orange two-foot long object inside him. What would usually take his body hours of wave-like contractions to expel, happened in two seconds, which left him with an amazing feeling. Besides having the relief of not having the object ripping and pulling every which way, he was left with a sense of profound emptiness, and one other feeling he didn’t expect: he wanted it back in again. *** "Jamal, we need to capture this. Put two lights there and the camera there." Jamal went about setting up the shot. "Pig, let Christian up and bring over some grease. And take off that cage. I want you fluffed up when we shoot." Manetti helped Chris out of the sling. "I don’t think he’s ready to take my paw. Let Jamal fist him. He can probably take that,” he said to Master Drax. "Nonsense. Are to telling me how to conduct his affairs?" Master Drax handed Chris a bottle of poppers. "Use this right before we shoot." "No, Master,” Manetti replied. “You always know best. I just think the kid should..." "Enough. I determine what he 'should.' Jamal, are we ready?" Jamal nodded, and then helped Chris get into the sling. "Chief, how you feelin'?" Manetti asked Chris, who was adjusting the leg straps. "I feel great! That was mind-blowing. I am so fucking high." Manetti acknowledged he was too. Chris hadn't really considered that. Nothing seemed to exist beyond the skin of his body. "Places." Master Drax was in his element. "Jamal, take the boom, I'll operate the hand held. Pig, I want you coming into the shot. Christian, you just stay where you are. Enjoy it and encourage Manetti however you'd like. Use the seduction you know you have—you have the hole everyone wants, own that—but make sure you don't fake it, make sure you really want it from Manetti. No BS. Let's see how you do." "Yes, Master. Thank you for all of this." Master Drax nodded his approval, and called, "Action:" FADE IN: ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT There's a close-up of Chris' little puckered butthole. Its lips pout out like it's waiting for a kiss. It's not virginal anymore, but it's hardly gaped either. It lusts for something, someone. Manetti's broad back and hairy shoulders enter the frame and, yes, he's hard, very hard. You can tell there's chemistry, pun intended, between him and the boy. Let's not hide the fact they both look heavily drugged. He sits on a stool facing the boy's vulnerable hole. He puts a finger on its lip and pulls it down, testing its elasticity. The boy starts only slightly. He's excited yet there is an edge of fear in his face. We zoom in. His eyes are more than a little crazed with desire. The world weighs heavily on him, but he's young and resilient. It will take a lot to wear him down completely, and Manetti is more than capable of doing it. The man brings up two greased fingers and inserts them in the boy's velvet hole. They slide in easily. He coats the canal and bends down and brings up three fingers and more lube. The man's other hand is stroking his own rigid pole. He could nut at any point but he’ll hold off, at least for now. Three fingers easily slide into the boy's opening. The man shoves his three fingers up to where his pinky stops him from going further. He twists around the boy's hole, causing the boy to stir in pleasure. It's a very new sensation to him, and there's an exhilaration in his eyes that this man is going to penetrate his rectum with those enormous paws. He anticipates what it will feel like, how much it will hurt, but still grants there’s a deeper lust in him, a hedonistic impulse he's knows he's always had, that wants this man, wants this man in the most carnal of ways. Four greased fingers come up to the boy's butt and slide in, this time not as easily. Manetti has to go slow, gathering his fingers together, twisting slowly, applying pressure ever so slowly, prying the kid's sphincter apart, easing it open. He still has the large ridge of his thumb to go and he doesn't want to rush Chris. "Pick up the pace, pig. Let's get to it," says the director. Manetti sees Chris is taking a hit of poppers. That should help. He greases his whole hand and swathes the boy's entire butt. He prods the hole with four fingers, then adds his thumb. It's all funneling down into this tight hole. He's fighting with Chris' sphincter, it's resisting the circumference of his palm. Manetti twists slowly one way then the other. "Take three hits in a row, boy," he instructs Chris. Chris has only had single hits up to now, and each one has left him spinning, but he listens to Manetti and takes three consecutive hits. He barely manages to replace the cap but his eyes signal he's ready. Manetti holds his hand out in place. Not only is the kid's hole relaxing, he’s pushing out his butt and on his own, starts swallowing Manetti hairy paw. He keeps jutting his ass out so it swallows Manetti’s thumb, clutching the entire appendage down to his wrist. He’s instinctively squeezing Manetti’s huge mitt into him, as the hand tapers to a wrist. The vice-like clamp slides Manetti fingers into the boy's soft internal flesh. He howls at his accomplishment. He's in ecstatic agony as his rectum comes to accept the large foreign object. A huge invader, the likes his internal organs have never known. Master Drax was large, but Manetti's huge. Manetti rests his hand just where it is. He tells Chris to take another hit, which he does, and then starts slowly turning his hand inside the boy. They look into each other's eyes, and you can see the intensity of their communication transcends words. There is a microsecond of pain registering on Chris' face, and Manetti stops twisting, but begins again as soon as he sees Chris has accepted the sensation and now enjoys it. The tip of Manetti's middle finger is the first to touch a deeper area. He feels the rapid pulse of the boy in what feels like strings guarding a new chamber. He gently swirls the finger clockwise, then slowly traces the finger counterclockwise. Chris initiates a release of internal muscles that allow Manetti to add his index and ring finger deeper into Chris' canal. Manetti rotates slightly to allow his pinky and thumb to follow into the chamber. Chris inhales deeply as he senses where Manetti is in his body. It’s both an open invitation to go further, and a dawning realization of how far he ultimately wants Manetti to penetrate him. It’s just the two of them, eye to eye. Again he's in an enclosed confessional with Manetti. “You owned me," he admits, "ever since I met you. I can't resist you." He proves it, too, by sliding down deeper and impaling himself further onto Manetti's hand. You only have to look at the earnestness in his expression, his utter submission to the will of the man inside him, to see Manetti can do to him whatever he wants. Manetti knows that and will exploit it. The splayed out fingers start balling into a fist. The fingertips scrape against the raw colon sending nerve cells into an explosion of sensation, firing round after round of alarm to Chris' brain. Chris trusts Manetti with his body. He breaths and quells the panic. There is a joy about him knowing Manetti now actually has his fist, his balled up fist, in his ass. The noun, fist, he sees, is why it's also a verb. Yes, he signals to Manetti. Yeah, do it, fist me, say his eyes. And Manetti starts, ever so slowly, pulling out then pushing in. It's building. You can see it in the boy's face. It's revving up to become a piston fuck, which is animating Chris' face: joy, pleasure, excitement, apprehension, and at last at a building rhythmic pace, lust; demonic lust for Manetti to do it harder. Manetti knows this. This isn't his first rodeo. He's a great Top and is proving again. When you say 'handpuppet' this is what it means. Manetti twists Chris on his wrist. He's testing the boy constantly, seeing what he can take, seeing where he has to push him to accept his, Manetti's, will. Manetti knows the kid's body will reveal the course his hand will take and guide him along the way, but it's Manetti's confidence in his power that allows Chris to relinquish his. When the kid says he owns him, Manetti takes him at his word. He unfurls his fist, stretches his fingers deep into the kid's rectum, finds a new ring, swirls, charms, and enters his intestine. He straightens out the curve he finds, using his hand to reshape the boy under his care. He then almost pulls out, sphincter puckered to the extreme, then goes back in and rests just momentarily. He's traveled a great distance in those inches. Chris is undulating with libidinous hunger, but calms down when Manetti rests. He syncs to Manetti’s mastery. The man's palm is holding his prostate, holding it like it's resting in a hammock. As he rocks it gently, Chris is in ecstasy as if Manetti is rocking his soul. But Manetti doesn’t simply the boy's soul. He’s looking for the point where Chris will give up everything. That’s the ultimate power he seeks. He's probing the boy again feeling all his organs till he finds the pressure point he's looking for. Manetti's other hand grabs the boy's erect cock and a spray of piss erupts out of him. "Beautiful," says the director. Manetti first directs it toward himself, lets it splash in his mouth, noisily slurping down a few gulps and spits some out, then he points the stream back at Chris. Chris is out of his mind with sensation he's perceiving inside his body with the awareness that his pissing uncontrollably in front of a group of strangers, and being recorded doing it, and he's finding pleasure in the lewd act of primal degradation. He doesn't care, and that is incredibly erotic. He lets out a spontaneous, "Oh, fuck, Sir," as the stream hits his face and he greets it open mouthed. Manetti has pulled his hand back into a fist and is tugging at the inside of the kid's sphincter. He lets it sit at the extreme point of the stretch, pushes back in as far as he can, then yanks the fist completely out. Chris' hole flairs out with the camera capturing the red pedals of the freshly opened boyhole, the newly revealed flesh the world has never seen before. It's the first promise that a rosebud will bloom. Chris is convulsing wildly. Manetti stands, puts a hand on the kid's heaving chest, and with his other hand he's diddling, strumming his fingers against the boy's excited hole, doesn't want to lose the gape he fought for. Before Chris has a chance to come to his senses, Manetti's inserting three, and then four fingers back inside him. It tells Chris he's still open enough to keep fisting. Chris eyes him. Manetti has broken through something, for Chris says with clear intent, "Sir, destroy my pussy." "You want me to destroy your pussy, boy?" "Yes, Sir. I want you to give me a sloppy cunt." "You got a nasty mouth, boy." He sits back down on the stool, and there's a new lasciviousness that wasn't in Manetti before. He applies grease, a lot more grease, to his hand and some to his large hairy cock; black hair spotted with chunks of white Crisco. He also spreads some lube over his massive balls. He's back at the boy's hole with four fingers twisting around. His second hand joins the first with another swath of grease. They're sliding over each other and the rapid stimulation shows on the boy's face. He grabs for the poppers and takes a hit. His head releases back and he's now solely focused on his hole. He feels fingers sliding in and out. Pulling at his hole. Two fingers on each side pry him open, then three fingers on each side, then four. The hands pry his hole apart so hard they’re shaking. The inside of his hole feels like pudding, malleable flesh that submits to each stroke of Manetti's churning hands. One hand slips easily inside, then comes right out. The other hand disappears inside the kid's hole then reappears. Manetti's hand crunches into a fist and strains at Chris’ sphincter, trying to punch through. Chris leans his head forward and takes a couple more hits, and the fist punches in. The kid utters a loud moan. Manetti leans in, asks, "You okay, boy?" Chris answers, "Punch my fuckin' pighole." Manetti does, let's loose his fury. At first, one first in and out, then the other in and out. He's building up momentum until Chris is wailing in delirium. He pulls out a fist violently to watch the hole again flair open, this time much larger, almost the size of his palm. Chris' body shakes until Manetti puts a single finger on Chris gaping hole. He is in charge of that hole; he will tell it when it is allowed to have an orgasm. "Take more hits, boy." Chris does, and with a head clouded with poppers, Manetti resumes his repetitive punching, but now, Chris grabs his legs and pulls them to his chest, pulling his ass cheeks apart, begging to be Manetti's hole. Manetti obliges, inserting a fist and goes deep, pulling out quickly, then inserting a second fist in as far as it will go. It's not as rapid, but it’s a much deeper punch. Chris is not only taking it but continuing to pull his legs apart farther. In fact, he's taking his right leg with both arms and falling to his left side in the sling, moaning like a whore pushing his boy pussy obscenely out of the sling for Manetti to pummel. It's too much for Manetti seeing the boy in such a lewd pose. He needs to fuck this cunt right now, while he's in this state of abnormal delirium. He’s turned the kid into a whore and he’s the stud who gets the reward of fucking a possessed cunt! He grabs both of Chris' legs and pulls him forward in the sling. He stuffs his gaping hole with his cock, then pops one wiry ball in, then the other. He fucks him in short, staccato strokes. Chris is in rapture and eggs Manetti on, squeezing as much of his loosened sphincter as he can. What he lacks in strength he makes up in how extended his pussy has become. With his entire rectum he surrounds Manetti's genitals in a gelatinous, gluey grip. He knows—he feels!—Manetti's hairy balls are scraping against his bowels. He experiences Manetti gyrating inside him, perceives a iron erection stirring his entrails. Wanting him to cum in him, spread his dirty cum in his raw hole, he begs and pleads aloud for Manetti to breed him, to knock him up. Manetti pulls out completely. His balls swing freely dripping lube and other viscous droppings. His engorged cock plops out and slaps Chris’ balls. The kid jumps. Manetti likes what he sees, so he slaps his balls again with a greasy hand. Instead of retreating, the kid pushes his balls up toward Manetti's chest. The man grabs the kid’s balls and twists them till the kid cries in agony. With his other greasy hand Manetti smacks his ass, then plays with the boy’s hole, lowering him down. He takes the hand that smacked the kid's ass and penetrates him with it. The kid gasps, but accepts the hand immediately, starts squirming on it, becomes ravished by it. Manetti is in heat. He takes his dick and inserts it into the palm of the hand that’s inside Chris. It's far more girth then Chris has so far endured. You can see that in his strained face. But he's not rejecting it. His desire for Manetti overwhelms everything. He wants Manetti's to jerk off inside him, he encourages it with a slight rocking movement. When Manetti stops he realizes that Manetti wants to control his own hand job, so Chris completely submits, holds his legs apart so Manetti can do what he wants to him. Manetti observes the complete, utter subservience as does the camera. There's not much movement for you to see for a moment except in close-up of the hole. There's a rapid vibration only showing in the tendons of Manetti's wrist. He’s jerking his hand inside the hole. Manetti contorts his face as Chris watches in awe. He's getting close. Chris relaxes some muscles to encourage Manetti to use more of his insides to beat off. He's fisting his cock just as violently as he's fisting Chris' hole. The more Chris submits to Manetti's violet masturbation, the harder Chris realizes he's getting fisted. It's win-win. They're in perfect sync. Manetti is using long strokes to pleasure himself and Chris is writhing in pleasure. Manetti releases as Chris' eyes roll back in his head. Manetti's trained to show the money shot but he's locked into this moment of seeding this hole. He explodes, shoots deep into the bowels, sending his fist into the innermost depths. He pulls out very briefly to show cum leaking from his dick, but he's quick to get back inside, still jetting, smearing his dickhead around and around Chris' entrails. He squeezes every last drop out of his balls. He pinches his foreskin to not leave any semen behind. There both stare at each other. Manetti drips sweat onto Chris, who's also shining in heat. Manetti has a look of relief of a man who has given everything and held nothing back; Chris looks beatific, fulfilled—a bride inseminated. Manetti looks in his wide blue eyes, raises an eyebrow, and floods his hole with piss. Chris looks surprised, and states astonished, "You’re whizzing in me." Manetti pulls out for a second, pisses all over him, then reinserts himself. He flashes his famous shark tooth smile. Chris sends an identical shark tooth grin right back. "Cut," the director says.

2. Condemned There’s nothing you and I won’t do I’ll stop the world and melt with you The warm night air felt good. No, a shit fuck better than that. The night felt like it was groping him, diddling with his brain as much as booty. It felt outrageous being naked on a rooftop on a hot summer night, his first night in New York, with the breeze drying his matted hair. The city lights were so foreign, many lit windows from high-rises off in the distant, like far off stars, like oil tankers out on a black sea. It made him feel he's in an alien world; he is. In alien skin; he is. Time felt fluid, running backward and forward, never fixed. He smelled piss drying on his skin. He licked it reminding himself it's Manetti's stench he's wearing. It's the only thing he's wearing, except his brother's wet jock around his neck. How fucked up is that?! His tightening skin reminds him of how it used to be when he came out of the ocean back home, the feeling of salt drying under a blazing sun. Tonight, though, a full moon beamed overhead. As they clamored over embankments to the neighboring building, he's still rushing with the vulgarity of his thoughts. He’s not expressing them out loud anymore, but they're still running through his brain. He keeps coming back to a memory that a man just peed on him, that he's going to visit someone, naked, someone Manetti calls his ‘Master.’ He has no reference for what a Master is except for pictures in a magazine. It's part of an imaginary vocabulary. A Zeus figure or Mister Universe. More of a cartoon really. He's not really thinking though. His thoughts are like birds that have escaped their cage and flying lost in the air; freedom they’ve never had before and don’t know what to do with. Manetti leading him is the only thing that grounds him to earth. If he thinks at all it only happens in small bursts. Fragments. He's nervous. He sees his dick has shrunk. His balls feel cold and hide, shriveled up inside him. This moment he's nervous. The next he's more excited than nervous. He regarded Manetti' arms. He's still very horny. Manetti had enormous triceps that flexed under the full moon as he pulled himself over the half wall to the next building. Manetti reached out a hand and helped pull him up. The moon had a glowing ring around it. During the last full moon he was looking at it from the rear window of an Impala, made a decision he wasn’t going back to school the next day. Now here he is naked on a rooftop, being led on a dog leash. Life’s so strange; it is. Wait. There's a collar around his neck? When did that happened? Are there other things he's not remembering? The leash Manetti's holding is attached to his collar. That seems familiar now, part of the plan. Wait. What's the plan exactly? Another thought pops in his head while he's feeling the studs on his collar. He gathers some birds together to string out a sentence. Making sentences is hard and takes enormous effort. "This building,” he said in a hushed voice to Manetti, like someone was going to overhear them. “The one we're on. Sir. Walking on. Tink-tink." He shows him fingers like they're walking, like Manetti wouldn’t know what walking meant. "Yes?" said Manetti. They're at the next building's rooftop hatch. "The front door said 'condemned.' This one." Chris pointed downward. He closed his eyes. A picture formed from a few hours ago. Metal buttons. His brother's name on tape. He steps in a puddle, real time, right now, in his bare feet on the tar roof. He's back in the here and now. It's warm, the puddle. He thinks he’d like to sit down in it. A leash tugs him on. He’s never been on a leash before. He kind of likes it. He could see himself being a dog. Maybe a pet for Manetti and his brother. He’d sleep on the floor, he would. His mind is flying off. Wet shoes that squished. He remembered that. He was cold. When was that? "This building," he said to Manetti absently. "The front door and all the windows were boarded up. Like no one’s home." "That's what Master wants people to think." Manetti popped open the hatch and pointed down the stairs. Chris looked in and descended into the darkness. It's quiet except for the creak of the stairs. Chris' heart raced. He relied heavily on the banister going down, but this feeling of nervous excitement, palpitations, it never leaves him, not since Manetti stuck the needle in his arm. When was that? Wet shoes. He's lost the thread. He's anxious to meet Manetti's Master. He’s curious what Manetti's Master could possibly look like. He gathered birds and released them to Manetti. "What's he like, Sir? Master Drax." Moonlight poured from the skylight over the stairs onto their bare shoulders. He can’t see what’s in the shadows. Formless things. Nameless. It’s the drugs that make him imagine things that aren't there, he told himself, but he’s walking slower. Manetti had to keep nudging him forward so he doesn't bump into him. Manetti sensed Chris was having second thoughts. As they walked the long hall, Manetti told Chris the short version of Master Drax, owner of a stable of boys, all kinds, he and Ben among them. A defrocked priest from Eastern Europe, they all, the stable boys, think. He talked to him in a voice you'd use to corral a young colt you were breaking in, inching him closer to the only door down the corridor. "And he publishes magazines, vanilla ones and hard core ones, too. You said you liked them, the ones under Ben's bed," Manetti suggested. "Do you think he know where my brother is?" Chris asked as they stopped at the door. Manetti put his hand on Chris' shoulder, as much a gesture calm him as well as making sure he wouldn't bolt. With the other hand he knocked. “I wouldn't ask him that tonight.” "I like Magnum." said Chris. They heard someone unlatch the door. “I wonder where he is.” "Maybe you can be in Magnum someday." The door opens and Chris jumps, backing into Manetti. *** A very tall, very lanky black man, a bit older than Manetti, examined the two visitors at the door. The young, very white one, was being propped up by the one he knew as Manetti. The man wore only a harness, naked otherwise, and was shaved from head to toe including his eyebrows. A very long, dangling cock gripped by a metal ring had a leather strap running from his cock to his chest, then split out to each bony shoulder and ran down his back. His cheeks were hollow, and his mouth was agape, and each tooth filed to a sharp point. Manetti pushed Chris away, but Chris quickly took a step back again. "Hello, Jamal," Manetti said. "We're expected." "Yes," the servant said, unfazed by the rudeness of scaredy-boy. "He is waiting in great room. This is the new one?" he asked in his faint island accent. Manetti nodded. Jamal appraised the kid with the wide blue eyes. There was a flicker of lust that brought out a grotesque smile. He then turned and led them down the hall. Manetti stepped in front of Chris, annoyed, yanked him along by his leash. Chris whispered in his ear, “The guy’s teeth.” Manetti quietly answered back, “Too many complaints about bad blow jobs so Master had all his teeth yanked out. Has to wear fake ones or nothing.” Chris scanned the crumbling walls as they walked. Pornographic graffiti filled every inch. Men with large pompadours, sailors, woodsmen, with big tits, big butts, and bigger cocks getting fucked and fisted, and were either pissing or spewing cum. Chris whispered again to Manetti, "Like hieroglyphics. Dirty ones." Manetti yanked his chain. "Stop talking." The hallway ended in a large living room. A fireplace, too hot to be lit, was filled with candles. Standing candelabras were also scattered throughout the room. A few Klieg lights stood dark in corners. The room was covered in peeling red paint. Tin plates on the ceiling were broken in areas where water had seeped in. The floor had rotted out years back. Now warm, stale air seeped up through the cracks of the floorboards. Two old black leather wingback chairs faced each other on both sides of the fireplace, a tattered leather couch between them. Master Drax, sipping a glass goblet of some blood-red liquid, motioned for Manetti to take the opposite chair. Chris stood between them facing the fireplace not knowing where to look after the first shock of seeing Master Drax. Manetti quickly spoke: "Kneel, boy. Eyes down." Chris knelt staring at the candles on the lip of the fireplace. What brief glance he’d gotten of the sitting man, was that he possessed the biggest cock he’d ever seen; it's played in his mind. Even Jamal’s ringed cock paled to the black clad figure. "Michael, where is his cage?" Master Drax asked. "Put it on him." Manetti rose and went down on one knee to hook the chastity cage over Chris' genitals. He took Chris’ arms and placed them behind his back. Once the cage was locked, Manetti rose and handed the key to his Master. It was the first time Chris ever had his penis and balls shackled. The metal was cold and constricted tightly around him like a vice. If he felt helpless before, he now felt hopeless. Chris tried to give the Master a fast sideways glance but only saw Jamal who stood behind him. He smirked his razor grin from the sidelines. "Has he at all been hard since you drugged him with, what, methamphetamine?" Chris looked down to see his cock was indeed shriveled to the size of a peanut inside the cage. "Yes, Master Drax. He actually has a nice piece on him. So scrawny, he looks above average." "Really?" Master Drax said in somewhat disbelief. "Tell me, Michael, exactly have you given him so far? A full account, if you would." "Eight drops of GHB, which I shared a little with him to encourage him. His works had point two meth. And a Valium in case you wanted to fist him, Master. He also drank some chem piss but not much. He's a virgin, well, was as of two hours ago. I have to say he takes a good fuck, opened pretty quick after about an hour. His hole was loose when I shaved him, but probably it’s tight again." Master Drax leaned forward and spoke, with a bit of a smile, conspiratorially to Chris. "Michael would make a good pimp for you, wouldn't he? You would do anything for him." Chris stared into the fireplace, not knowing what was expected of him. His right hand tightly clutched his left wrist behind his back. His unease made him dig his nails into his flesh. "Tell me: of all the enhancements Michael provided, what did you like best? You can speak. Look up at me." Chris looked up. His earlier glimpse of the man registered as a big dicked scary old man, a man with glasses, black vest and crotchless chaps. And though he had sat far back in the chair, his huge uncut cock had hung over the seat of the wingback chair. That anaconda of a cock is what registered most and still does. Now that he was able to truly take him in, his initial fear was not diminished by what he’d seen, but now possibly built on it. Bald, random liver spots covered his head. Behind wire-rim glasses, rheumy eyes darted from his skeletal sockets. The glasses hooked around large ears, where black hairs jutted around the fleshy lobes. His stubbly beard couldn't hide severely sunken, ashy cheeks, and in his open mouth there were multiple missing teeth. His tongue slithered over chapped lips, and his jaw had the junky habit of gnawing from side to side that his mother had when she itched for a fix. He breathed heavily through his nose like Manetti did right after he slammed. That nose was narrow and hooked, hung with green mucus extending as he huffed in and out. He saw Chris was mesmerized, so as he removed his vest and touched himself in a manner that a whore might use to attract a timid client. With his vest removed, he ran his hand over large white breasts that hung down to a pair of engorged nipples, each one pierced with mammoth horseshoes of heavy silver metal. He fondled them noting Chris' reaction. A silver pentagram swung on a chain and rested between his sagging breasts. Tattoos adorned his torso and arms. The first image that caught Chris’ eye was of a large dragon, identical to the one Ben had draped over his shoulder with its accompanying tail covering the old man's pronounced rib cage. Words were inked up and down his arms, all in Latin, some spiraled around his forearm, others in bands around his shriveled biceps. Chris recognized some of them stored in a backlog from catechism: Deus, mortem, cazzo, satanas. Though he didn't know what the phrases said, they couldn't have translated to anything good. Mixed in with the words were inverted crosses, a triangle of sixes on his other shoulder, horned creatures fucking, a goat with an erection, a man hanging by his foot. Most of the ink was old, faded, blended into his shriveling skin. There was one exception. A somewhat newer one etched over his hard, distended belly: the same three-pronged biohazard symbol Manetti had. Below his belly he had a vast field of grey public hair. Beneath the translucent hair, a demon's mask, the long, slender tongue extending along the top of his manhood down to the tip where it hung off with an obscene amount of hanging foreskin. Within the wrinkled foreskin, thick yellow spooge formed and crusted. Master Drax inched closer to get a better look at Chris. He was still awaiting an answer. He propped his elbows on this knees to support himself, his hands folded monk-like before him. Chris glanced at the arms. They were heavily bruised with track marks and scabbed veins; one engorged artery still had a bead of bright red blood shimmering. He saw the boy starting at it. He extended his arm. Before he could stop himself Chris licked the bead. “Very good, child,” the Master beamed. "You have proper instincts." Chris felt himself sitting inside his head, detached somehow. He thought he would have been repelled, but oddly, examining him at such close range, as at the same time he was being inspected, he was strangely drawn to the man. Before this moment, if he'd come across him on the street, he might try to avoid him, cross the street. But being scrutinized so attentively by him in this moment, kneeling naked in front of him, he still had fear, some repulsion, yes, but he couldn't deny an undercurrent of desire. The Master immediately pick up on his thoughts, for as Chris gazed down at the demonic mask etched on his pubis, it was evident that an erection was beginning to form. The serpent tongue stirred within the overflowing foreskin, a monstrous snail emerging from its shell. Chris, too, was starting to become aroused the longer he took in man's strangeness. But for him the feeling of arrested movement reminded him painfully and clearly that his dicklet was going nowhere. He summoned the courage to look pleadingly at Master Drax, but he wasn't ready for the Master’s stare that entrapped him. Like a tiny mouse might freeze all functions when looked down on by a giant cobra, Chris froze. Didn’t move, didn’t blink, barely breathed. Master Drax's presence was formidable, a fact he felt deeper than anything he'd ever sensed inside. A bit of urine dripped from his cage that too quickly turned into a stream that fell through the floorboards, echoing floor after floor below. Master Drax gave out an asthmatic, rumbling laugh, coughed up phlegm, pointed to the boy’s mouth. Chris opened it slowly. Master Drax hurled his green phlegm directly into his mouth. He then pointed to the boy’s stomach. Chris blinked, then swallow nauseously. And still the man held him in a awe. His dark eyebrows raised. There had been a question dangling, Chris at last remembered. Birds settling down on their perches. However far his control might extend, Master Drax was able to make him focus. He thought back to what the man had asked, what he'd like best, responded cautiously, "I guess I like the slam, Sir." "It’s ’Master,’ boy," instructed Master Drax without malice. With slight satisfaction of the boy’s performance thus far, he sat back in the chair. The released tension in the room was a pronouncement of having done and said the right things. Having felt he answered correctly, he sat with a bit straighter spine, and said, "Sorry, Master. I liked the slam best, definitely." He was almost confident, an emotion he rarely felt. "And only a point two slam,” he said to the boy, shaking his head theatrically. “I don't know if I'd even feel that, Michael. We'll double that in a bit, maybe five, we'll see. Your name, child?" Chris became alarmed. There followed an awkward silence, while Chris contemplated what a doubled slam, or possibly more, would do to him. He would be insane, would never survive. He was terrified at the prospect, slumped again a little. "Chris," volunteered Manetti, when it was obvious there wasn't an answer coming from the boy. "Is that short for Christopher, child?" Chris' mouth felt incredibly dry but managed to reply, "Christian, Master." "Christian," he said savoring the word on his lips. "A Christian in our house, Jamal." He looked back at his servant who nodded approvingly. "We shouldn't change that a bit, should we, Michael?" Chris had trouble looking at the Master after he proposed the double slam, one so close on the heels of his first. He worried the man saw his fear, read what he thought. To try to deflect, he darted his eyes around the room. Silhouettes against the walls outlined the shadow of a massive wooden slings, a Saint Andrews cross, a fuck bench—things he’d seen in Magnum but never imagined he’d encounter in real life—an examination table with stirrups raised high, a large wooden throne with a toilet seat cutout, and a three foot high cage with an expansive padded top. He spotted a video camera pointing out the window into an air shaft. Across the air shaft he recognized Manetti's studio. Master Drax, it was obvious, had been their audience. "So besides slamming, Christian, what else did you like to do with Michael?" Master Drax played with the foreskin of his growing erection. Pulling back the skin, its head was pierced by a horseshoe P.A. that ended in two sharp points at either ends. He uncovers it to show Chris, then lets the skin fall back covering the jewelry. His erection was already the size of Chris’ forearm, from elbow to wrist. He couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger or how anyone could take being penetrated by it. Just looking at it wide eyed, obliterating any of his thoughts. He knew once again there’s a question, but words wouldn’t form in its monstrous presence. The two sharp points rose out of the foreskin as the beast begins to stand on its own. "He takes a fuck real good," Manetti chimes in to help Chris out. "He took my..." Before Manetti embellished, Chris spat out, "Eating ass. I like to eat ass." It was as if he were back in the confessional, compelled to empty his soul. Manetti chuckled, adding, "Pretty dirty ass, too, Master. Not many guys like to get in there.” "Yes," Master Drax said in a low voice. "Look, the child’s little bird is struggling in its cage. Confession frees the soul, but will not free your cock. You tiny prick is of no interest to me. Stand and turn around." Chris did as he was ordered. "Bend over. Spread your cheeks." Master Drax let out a groan. "Boy, didn’t you ever play with your hole? Boys come to me with their hole destroyed from massive toys. Yours looks like you've never touch it. How tight is he, Michael?" "Tight as fuck, Master Drax. The booty bump helped, otherwise it would have taken hours." "You were able to get in before the slam?" Manetti nodded. "Okay, kneel, boy. You, too, pig.” Both of them got to their knees. "I don't know how much this greasy pig has told you, but I own him and your brother. Depending on what happens between us tonight, I might own you, too. Do you think that you would like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir…Master. I think so." Master Drax leaned over close. The nipple rings swung reflecting light off multiple candles, entrancing Chris, who had the compulsion to reach up and touch the man's chest. He managed, though, at least for a moment, to instead look the man in his face. But as the seconds ticked by his desires won out, and his gaze fell to the temptation of the distended nipples. "You must always fall into temptation.” The boy looked up with a start. Master Drax went on, “Yes, your thoughts are easy for me to read. Your face is an open book. I will rewrite you. You like these tits? Go ahead, touch them." Chris tentatively reached up with both hands and squeezed the engorged nubs. "Would you like yours to look like these?" Chris found himself nodding. "It'll take work. We’ll start you with small nipple rings later tonight. But you’ll have to earn them. This pig here can tell you, I like grinding boys down with their darkest perversions. I like my boys hard, like I like their holes sloppy. Sit," he said to Manetti, punching him in his breast bone hard enough to make him fall backwards. "I require their holes be loose, extremely loose. Show Christian your pig hole, pig." Manetti lifted his legs, his hairy balls falling over his sizable cock, and spreads his ass cheeks for the boy to view. As he bore down he pulled his asslips apart. Soon Manetti's red rectum started exposing itself. "Push hard." Master Drax didn’t raise his voice, but his tone grew menacing: "Harder." The red rosebud pushed opened even further, protruding just outside the ring of his sphincter. Around the edges Manetti's asslips were lumps of dark red and purple ridges. Chris' bound erection was getting very extremely uncomfortable. At first a pearl of pre-cum appeared on the piss slit, Master Drax observed, but as the boy watched Manetti strain to flair out more of his rectum, puffing out into a full prolapse, more pearls appeared. Finally pre-cum began to drool from the boy's cage to wooden floor. Master Drax watched delighted. "Go on, touch it. We'll get yours like this too, eventually. Being so young, your ring will be smooth. It will be a glorious sight to behold, won't it Jamal?" "Indeed, Master," Jamal responded, running his tongue over his teeth. Chris reached over and felt the flesh. Soft, incredibly soft. He'd never felt anything so soft. As he fingered it, Manetti let out an unconscious wail. "You want to taste it, don’t you? Go ahead. Kiss it. Kiss the inside of a man’s rectum." Chris couldn't believe he wanted to kiss it. He kissed it, and after looking at Master Drax who nodded at him, he licked it and pressed his mouth against the prolapse. He went farther, licking around each red pedals, sucking each fold splayed out before him. He pinched the ring of flesh, which made Manetti flinch, and without quite knowing why pinched it harder. Manetti cried out but had been trained not to resist. Chris searched for the center as he pulled the man’s hole further apart with his fingers. He stuck a finger inside and licked around the hole before sticking his tongue deep down inside the cavern. Manetti moaned ecstatically. Chris felt like he was coming into heat again for Manetti, but their roles felt reverse. He began chewing on the prolapse, and as he did his body temperature rose and a fine sheen of sweat glazed his body, a trickle of sweat ran down his ribs. Master Drax looked enormously pleased with the boy. "Both of you, sit," commanded the Master. He sniffed the air. "Boy, is that you I smell? B.O. and piss?" "Yes, Sir," Chris said proudly, sitting straight. "Sir pissed all over me before we came. I drank his piss too. Some went in my butt." "The boy has been homeless for the last month and hasn't showered,” Manetti explained. He gave Chris a quick look of concern. He grew aware something was changing in Chris, that he was more enthusiastic than fearful. "Excellent," Master Drax said reflexively. "Christian, do you know what limitations are?" Chris nodded. "What limitations do you think you have?" Manetti protectively broke in quickly, "He doesn’t do scat or bestiality or..." Master Drax interrupted softly, slowly, but emphatically, "Did I question you what Christian’s limitations are? Whom did I asked, Michael?" Manetti knew he'd have to pay for his outburst. "You asked Christian, Master,” Manetti said, lowering his head. Chris' felt that he, at least, is in Master's good graces and wants to please him more. "No limits, Master Drax." He'd read that in one of Ben's nastier bondage magazines. Realizing he doesn't exactly know what that means, he added tentatively, "At least that's what I'd like to be." Chris saw this made Master Drax reveal his jagged smile. Jamal nodded to Chris. A split tongue like a lizard swept across Master Drax's lips as he contemplated how to start with this near-virgin boy. "Come here. Play with my nipples, child. Nothing gets me more stimulated quicker." He was in heaven. He reached up and felt the Master's chest. Sparse grey fur swirled around his nipples. The boy's hands glided over his drooping pecs. He then dared to slip a hand into the man’s hairy arm pits. He was energized, doing things unprompted he'd never thought to do. With his other hand he was pulling on his cage. There was something in the Master's gaze that egged on his libido. Almost guided him. He felt the wet body odor emanating from Master Drax's pits. He brought his fingers out and sniffed them, then put them in his mouth. "You have a real pig's tendencies, don't you boy? Manifest much earlier than your brother." He looked down at the boy's cage. "Those tendencies will be quite beneficial and financially rewarding for us both. I cater to a specialized clientele, or has Michael told you this? Some with, uh, exotic tastes. Let's free you for tonight and see where your tendencies might lead. Pig," he said to Manetti. "Get up and take his cage off and put it on you. You don't deserve an erection tonight.” Manetti rose and got the key on the table next to Master’s chair. “You don’t deserve this either, but I’ll permit you hold Christian while I rape him.” Manetti released the lock on Chris cage and his small penis started to quickly fill out. Though his own was still flaccid, he struggled to get the cage to capture his ample meat. Jamal added assistance, pinching and prodding until his balls fit inside. They struggled with metal cap to get it locked over the shaft. “Jamal,” Master Drax said to his servant. "Leave him. He'll attend to himself. Please be so kind as to prepare cocktails for these two." "Very good, Master Drax," he replied, leaving Manetti to struggle getting his pecker in the stocks. “And one for Master?” "Of course. Yes. Make them extra hearty, Jamal. Take it from the Czech inventory, not the Mexican. And mix in a bit of Ketamine with the boy’s dose. His hole will never accommodate otherwise." The Master picked up Chris leash and pointed Manetti to the large wooden sling. "In, pig. I want you to hold him as he struggles. He is too bound to you at this point. You will be an accomplice in his rape." Manetti marched over to the sling, climbed in and put his legs through the straps. Master Drax came up behind Chris, knelt behind him, nudging his legs apart. He began fondled him intensely. His hands ran over the thin chest pulling him into himself. His enormous erect blade sliced up and down Chris’ crack, inched up the small of his back till it rested between his shoulder blades, illustrating how deep he would be penetrated. The wet foreskin left a small trace of slime as it climbed each vertebrae. The man felt all the indentations along the boy’s rib cage, pinched the small nipples, grabbed the boy’s erect dick and gave it a slap. His hand dove under his crotch weighing his dangling balls with one hand and feeling his tight, wet hole with the other. It slowly dawned on Chris, far from molesting him for his own pleasure, Master Drax was more interested in assessing him as you would an animal you were about to purchase. Sure enough, the man turned the boy around, pulled down his eyelids, then pushed up his lips sticking a finger in his mouth to open his teeth. After examining inside his mouth, he slid in a second finger, then a third, finally all four and pushed them down Chris’ throat until the boy gagged and doubled over. “No. You will not gag. Open.” Four fingers again went into his mouth as far back as Master Drax’s fingers would reach. He wanted to retch but fought against it. He'd never felt anyone assess him over so thoroughly or felt so dehumanized. The glasses enlarged Master Drax's watery eyes and continued to drill into him, wordlessly inserting himself into him. He felt the man inside his head, rooting around, rummaging inside him for something; changing something here, reordering something there. Master Drax withdrew his slime-covered fingers and wearily got up. He plucked Chris’ dangling leash from the ground and gave a small tug on the chain. As Master Drax led him toward the sling, he said, "Point two, you said? A child’s portion. Are you ready for your first man-size slam? It'll open up worlds you've never imagined. Worlds that will swallow you whole. Where you'll be mine ever after. Are you willing to succumb completely to me so I can show you those worlds?" Chris was extremely agitated, but he knew better than to contradict Master Drax, much less deny him what he knew he wanted. Instead he searched for a way to temper his fear and possibly backpedal a bit. "I'm pretty high now, Sir," Chris said uncertainly. "The first slam fucked me up good. I was saying things when I was rushing, I don't know if I really wanted to do all those things. Not really." Master Drax stopped short, looked at him with tired disappointment. "My fuckhole never says 'no'." Master Drax wasn't angry but he closely examined Chris’ face. "You want me to give you your first man-size slam? I'll ask it again, this one time only." Chris looked over at Manetti for some assurance. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” "Yes, Sir." Chris whispered. Then seeing Master Drax was still holding him in his gaze, he added firmly, "Please, yes Master Drax, slam me however much you want." "And I will.” He finished leading his boy by the leash over to the heavy wooden sling. He unclipped the collar and let it drop noisily to the ground. “Climb up on pig. That’s correct, lie with your back on his belly. I want you to feel it while you observe it." Chris awkwardly climbed up on Manetti, with Manetti giving him a little hand to secure himself in the sling. Manetti's large, broad chest easily cradled Chris on top of him. He felt Manetti’s warm fur on his back, his hairy belly tickling his tailbone. He felt him breathing slowly beneath him. Manetti starting caressing him to get him to relax. Chris melted into him with every stroke of his large hand. He, in turn, began stroking Manetti's sides for comfort. While Master Drax was taking off his chaps folding them on a table, Chris whispered to Manetti, “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I was playing with your hole.” His head tilted so he could see Manetti’s reflection in the mirror hanging above him. “I feel your heart pounding away,” Manetti said to Chris in the reflection. “You can do this, Chief. Remember how it hurt at first but then it got better and you came to like it? Am I right or am I right?” Chris nodded with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “The K is going to help relax your hole. This will be more intense but it’s the same. I promise. I'll be here the whole time.” Jamal came back with three prepared needles and a rubber tube on a tarnished silver tray as. Master Drax followed him over and wanted to know how much Jamal had allotted. Jamal held up four fingers. Chris held tightly to Manetti's side and took a deep breath. Master Drax attended to Manetti first. Chris watched in the mirror as the needle emptied into him. Manetti coughed and he realized the man was burning up, from his chest down to his groin. He felt a wet sheen of sweat instantly coat his back. His breathing was insanely rapid. But what suddenly frightened Chris was Manetti saying, barely audible, "I can take it. I'm okay. I can take it." Over and over. If doing .4 was hard on Manetti, how was he going to bear it? Master Drax said to Jamal who stood passively staring straight ahead, "I'll do myself, you do the boy." "Very good, Master," replied Jamal, breaking into a small grin. He indicated the closest syringe on the tray was for Master. He then set the tray down on a side table. Chris looked up into Jamal’s jaundiced eyes. He saw desire smoldering in them, something he would not act on unless invited. His sumptuous black skin glowed in the candlelight. There was sweat along his strong brow. He wondered if the man had tasted any of portions he had prepared. Jamal smiled at him displaying a mouth missing all its teeth. Blackened gums were now all he had in his open maw. Jamal took up the rubber tube and placed it around Chris' bicep. He felt his forearm and decided on a pronounced vein. Removing the orange cap of the last syringe, he held it at an angle to the vein. Chris noticed that the vial wasn't clear but cloudy with a touch of pink. Jamal peered directly into Chris's eyes, saying softly with his island lilt, "I make this special, an extra gift from me to you." He retracted the plunger enough to cause it to spill Chris' blood into the pink liquid, then pushed the swirling content into his vein. "I also up you to five." The servant pulled out the syringe, released the tourniquet, and held Chris’ arm up in the air. As Chris bucked within Manetti's strong grip, the servant turned Chris' arm out to licked the bead of blood where the needle had just been.

Accidentally cut off a section of this. As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking their hard cocks. One was short and stocky, a hot bear with a beard, the other two were more twink-ish medium height and lean builds. As soon as I reached the sofa where they were sitting, I shucked my tank top and shorts and turned around, pushed the butt plug out with a plop and loads started to ooze out of my well fucked hole.
 
 “Fuck boys,” Dean said, this pig is loaded up already. One of the loads is from his DAD! “How many other loads you have in there, fag?”
 
 “Two,” I said. “Both from randos who fucked me in the bathroom at the mall."
 
 “That’s so fucking hot, piggy,” the bearish guy said, “I”m Eddie,” he said, and then took a huge hit off the glass pipe he was holding in his hand. He held it in his lungs for a long time and then leaned over to kiss me and passed the hit to me. “That's a shotgun. You’re gonna love them.”
 
 “Come on guys, let’s get this faggot FUCKED UP.” They each walked up to me with a glass pipe and made me do a huge hit and then shotgun it back and forth with them. By the time I had met the other guys, Jose and Chris, my head was spinning and my cunt was feeling even more greedy, if that was possible. I had to have their cocks. My cunt was on FIRE.