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I have been seeing this young guy in his early 20s for about a year, he usually he is just into getting a blow job , which was fine with me. The last few times he could not get off with just head He said it was his adhd meds, So it had been a couple months , out of the blue, he sent me a message, asking me if he could fuck me , I was at work, so i could not wait to get home. Well he kept texting me , the asked of he could Bareback me . 1st i said i was not sure, then he said that i had been swallowing his load anyway .So i said yes. His dick is average size with a nice mushroom head , that pulls back on my asshole while he is fucking me ,which feels great. So we had be fucking for a while, I noticed he has lost some weight,sunken face alittle . Last night when he came over I sucked him hard for about 5 min, then he was ready to fuck So I got up on my knees, he eased in , fucking me good, Then he pulled out was playing with my hole, I feel sharp pains, sorted like his finger nails Scratching the inside of my ass, hurt but felt good at the same time, > He played in my ass for awhile , me feeling the sharp pains. Then he slide his cock back inside my burning ass, he fucked me hard for awhile then buried a big load inside my ass, when he got thur , he kinda chuckled. So after he left I sat for a while as i always do , letting his load sit in my ass. When i sent to the bathroom in a couple hrs, When i wiped my asshole there was alot of blood. I think i had been pozzed , it was Hot, I cant wait for him to come back and fill my ass again with his load.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

I've only been whored out twice. I've organized many, many anonymous breed and seed parties for myself. And I've been tag fucked by quite a few guys before. But, only twice have I had a DOM Top organize and take charge of it. The first time was with one of my "regulars" in London. An Italian DOM guy, who had been fucking me for several years. He preferred to fuck me after I had a load or two in me already. So, one time he told me he wanted to arrange to whore me out to as many tops as he could line up. He told me that if I did it, I couldn't refuse any load. That there would be guys of all ages, builds, races and cock size. I had to submit myself to all of them. I agreed. He spent a few weeks lining up guys. A few were his friends. And some he lined up through BBRT and Craigslist. While this was going on, he go on Grindr and Growlr and got a couple of the guys from those apps as well. Including a guy staying at the same hotel. The party went on for about 4 hours. In those 4 hours, I got about 10 loads put in my ass. And one load down my throat. After each load in my ass, my Italian buddy would slide his dick in me and fuck for a few minutes, before handing my ass over to the next guy. Then, when the last guy finished off in my ass, my Italian DOM buddy finally gave me a hard pounding and planted his load in my now very sloppy hole. The next time was here in Vegas. I had organized a breed and seed for myself at a local motel. One guy from Craigslist that fucked me was a hot Latino daddy. While he was fucking me, two more guys showed up at the same time. The Latino daddy really got off seeing the other guys fucking me as well. He told me that he had a sex room in his home with a sling, a king sized bed and a fuck bench. He said he often hosted sex parties at his home. He asked if I'd be interested in him whoring me out to some of his top buddies? I said yes. So, he set this up for a Saturday afternoon. He and I got naked and he took me into his sex room. He also put a sleeping mask on me. Telling me that he didn't want me to know who was fucking me. But that he'd always be nearby to make sure that I was ok. He handed me a bottle of poppers saying, "You'll need these. A couple of these guys are really well hung." Soon the other guys started showing up. I have no idea how many guys actually fucked me? Because some would fuck until they came in me, then leave. And a few would fucking me a bit, then would hand me off to someone else before sliding back into me again, later. My host was always close by and would keep me well lubed until I finally had so much cum in me, that more lube wasn't necessary. I never had any idea who's dick was in me? Some would fuck me in the sling. Some on the fuck bench. And some on the bed. The fucking went on for several hours. Then my Latino host took off my mask, put me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He knelt behind me and felched the loads from my hole. He was sucking it up and feeding on it like a hungry dog. Then he stood up, slid his cock into me and pounded my ass until he shot his own load into me. It was a really strange sensation to feel the guys fucking me, but having no idea who they were? Having no idea what age or race they were? I could only feel the difference from the size and shape of their cocks. And their fucking style. Some fucked hard, fast, deep and brutal. Some were more gentle and romantic. Some kissed me and some didn't. While I would only do this with a blindfold, if someone was there to watch out for me, it was a very interesting experience. Hopefully, when this virus has left us, I'd love to do this again. It was an exciting experience.

Virginity Lost Given that I received a mostly favorable reaction to my first posting, I thought I might post again only this time starting at my beginning. Since a younger age I had a curiosity in regard to being with a male, but other than some superficial touching, I had never really done anything in depth and most of my activity had been confined to females, though I wasn't overly active there either. After graduating high school, I decided to join the military where after my basic training and rate-specific training, I ended up at my first unit in New Jersey and not too far from New York City. With not a lot to do during my off duty time, I would often find myself cruising around in my car, mostly just looking though my attention was occasionally drawn to a girl about my age that I had seen several times in a local hang-out spot. Given my shyness though, I never made a move to initiate contact. Over time, it was common to come across other folk doing the same and during my drives I would begin to recognize some of the regulars. As this occurred over a somewhat regular basis, there was a particular larger dark car that began to catch my attention. It was driven by a male that was somewhat older than myself and I noticed he would often look somewhat intently in my direction when passing by. At first I didn't pay a lot of attention but after this went on for multiple different nights, I found myself glancing back and sometimes making momentary eye contact. This was in the days when CB radios were popular and a vehicle antenna often made it evident who had one in their car. I always had mine on and with most people hanging out on Channel 19, it was often easy to contact others there. One night while cruising, the dark car and I passed each other a couple times and after the third pass, he gave a call on the radio. I didn't answer though, not because I was completely uninterested, but more out of my overall shyness - though as far as he would know, my radio might not have even been on. This went on over the course of a few weeks and also included occasions where he would spend some of his time following behind me as I drove around, nothing overly bold but I would see him there for a while. He began to capture my interest and curiosity, particularly with nothing ever happening with my primarily heterosexual interests. It was about midnight after one of my typical Friday night 'strike out' cruising sessions when I saw the dark car and driver coming down the street. We were going opposite directions and as we passed, he gave a look in my direction and I gave a look back. I had a particularly high degree of unfulfilled horniness built up and with a mindset of maybe just letting fate play its role, I decided that if he would happen to call me that night that I might just answer him. Several minutes later our paths crossed again where we exchanged solid eye contact and when I heard his voice come across the radio, I answered. We talked a couple seconds and took our conversation to a less popular channel where we chatted for a few minutes. By this time I noticed that he was now behind me and with the lack of privacy on an open radio, he suggested that we stop somewhere. I pulled into a nearby empty lot and he pulled alongside where each of our windows went down. While I had seen him several times, I never had the opportunity to really see him good and my first impression was quite favorable. He was maybe in his 40's, a nice solid build and was dressed in casual clothes. We chatted for a couple minutes and just had just barely broken the ice when he said that the police in town don't really like people hanging around in lots at night and suggested we head somewhere safer out of town. It sounded reasonable and as he pulled out, I followed with a variety of thoughts starting to scurry through my mind. I had never done anything like this before (though honestly I didn't know exactly what 'this' would actually be) but with the hormones my younger years active and my curiosity toward the male gender, I found myself wanting to find out. We had driven several miles with the road becoming progressively more unrefined before he took a right turn on a hard, rough sandy lane to a very secluded and dark spot overlooking the water and with a good view of the roads in all directions. I pulled alongside and he suggested that I get in his car which I did. I don't remember what type of car he had, but know that it was much larger than most cars on the road today with a split bench seat with a folded down console divider seat in the middle and from what I could from see during the short time the dome light was on, a very spacious and open back seat. He might have had an idea before we met but I am sure it was quite evident after just a few minutes of our conversation that I was totally inexperienced, and he seemed to focus his best on making me feel comfortable through his words. I felt relatively safe overall and in his car we were separated by a good amount of distance with the folded-down console seat between us acting like a kind of protective barrier. As our talk became more sexual, I noticed that he had released the front of his pants and that he had taken his cock out but in the darkness it was difficult to really see much at all. The atmosphere was admittedly making me feel aroused though and I slowly let my hand move to the center of the console where it stopped and came to rest. Knowing that I could see him exposed and sensing my shyness, his fingertips reached out to softly graze the top of my hand and he asked if I would like to touch it. I didn't reply verbally but as my hand slowly moved and took it's place on his warm bare flesh, he knew the answer. The electricity was shooting through me and evidently he could feel the charge too because it didn't take long for his cock begin growing into a fairly nice erection within the grasp of my palm. His reassuring words soon had me gently massaging his cock while slowly working his foreskin back and forth over the head, feeling both warm and firm to the touch. With his outstretched arm, he reached over and began massaging my shoulder in tune with my movement. Several minutes later, the lead seemed to switch as as his massaging hand on my shoulder began getting stronger, I felt myself fondling his cock in a more pronounced way and in tune with the increased movement of his of his hand that was on me. "Would you like to suck it?" he said while looking directly in my direction. I looked back toward his eyes and while in the darkness he couldn't really see my expression, he took my lack of verbal response as a 'yes' and with his free hand, raised the console to make a wide open bench seat, then with the hand on my neck began pulling me downward toward his crotch. I couldn't really see anything to begin with so closing my eyes was more an act of a melting into the moment than an act of not looking and I soon noticed what with my sense of sight fully gone, my other senses became more enhanced, particularly in regard to the scent that I was now inhaling. I am not sure if he had not taken a bath for a while or if it was from his increased arousal, but either way, his man-scent was quite intense and ventured deeply inside my lungs as I began breathing more deeply to take him all in. Then as if unable to fully get my full breath, my lips parted to bring in more air and in the process his hand pulled me further down where the head of his cock entered my open lips. I didn't resist and instead went down on him first shyly and then more wantonly with his almost rancid taste awakening a primal feeling inside my body. His audible gasp told me that he was enjoying it too and when my instinct to blow him began to develop further, he rose and moved his pants down to his knees, giving me much more length to work with. As the fellatio continued, the hand on my head moved downward and onto my covered crotch where he began to touch and to squeeze, increasing my arousal even more particularly each time his grasp would grip relatively strongly. He then fumbled with the fastening at the top of my jeans and released it, pulled my zipper part of the way down, but in somewhat of a surprise he didn't go for my cock, but instead reached around behind me and dipped his hand deep into my pants. I let out an audible gasp but with his cock well inside my mouth, the sound that came forth sounded more like a wanton moan instead of a signal of being shocked, and thinking that I liked it, his finger dived deep inside my ass. I rose up and let out a loud squeal as pain erupted inside my asshole from his dry finger and sharp edged fingernail and I wanted to get away. "Wait baby" he said as his free hand came over to keep me bent down, "Let your ass take it, it will feel good, I promise." I didn't move but I didn't say anything either and I simply just stayed there in an almost suspended state. The actual pain of the intrusion didn't last real long but the soreness was still there and sensing that, he didn't go any deeper - but he didn't take his finger out either, letting it remain inside my body. As I adjusted to my anal intruder, his scented crotch reached out to me even more and I leaned down to continue my slow sucking of his bare manhood. This time it was different though and I was met with the surprise taste of pre-cum that was coming from his tip and it began flowing across my tongue and into my mouth. I melted into him a little bit and sensing my relaxing, his finger began moving inside my ass, not with in and out action, but at the same depth and in a more wobbling motion so as to not further abrade my partially torn hole. My soft moaning might have been a signal that I could be ready for more and he asked if he could put some lubricant in my ass and it would feel much better. I didn't give an answer because my mind was filling with a multitude of thoughts of what was happening to the point that I was starting to overload. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, or what I really wanted to get into, I just didn't know, but after a few more minutes of the finger massage inside my anus and with his cock still inside my mouth, I let out a muffled and apprehensive "ok" to give in to his request. With that, he gently pulled his finger from my ass, causing me to wince in the process, then opened his door and said "lets get in the back where we have more room." My hand slowly went to the handle on the door and as I pulled it, my mind went to thoughts of just going to my car and leaving because I was getting scared. As I stood up beneath the open skies and with the distinct smell of seaside air, I felt drawn back to the more primal setting of the car and before giving it a serious second thought, I found myself in the back seat and beside him. The reality of the situation hit starkly as he maneuvered around and started ridding himself of his pants, telling me to do the same. 'Oh Gawd', I thought as my fingers pulled my zipper the rest of the way down, 'What am I doing?' It immediately became clear what I was doing because moments later my pants and briefs were completely gone and we were both exposed with our sexual areas bare in the back seat of his car... The question now was: What was going to come next? Reaching forward, he folded the console seat back down to the lowered position and told me to lean over it, directing me where he wanted me to go. There was now a lot of space between the backside of the seat and the ceiling of the car which made it easy for me to assume my spot. In retrospect, the seat feature was likely the reason he had the car to begin with and it created a lot of room for a lot of possibilities including what would come next. The next thing I knew, he was rose up and his chest was immediately leaning over and atop my back. I quickly grew afraid but didn't know what to do because I hadn't gone out that night to be with a guy, let alone be fucked by one and there were so many conflicted emotions going through me. He reached forward to open the glove compartment, he said he needed to get the lube out, so I guess that his leaning over me was kind of necessary. He wasn't in any hurry though and he lingered on top of my back where I could feel his rock solid cock wedged between my bare cheeks. With my eyes going closed in disbelief and with my breathing quite pronounced, I felt the intense quandary of a growing sexual stimulation and genuine fear of the unknown. I think he sensed my trepidation and with my lack of doing anything to stop him, he quickly took the lead. "It feels good, doesn't it sweetheart" he spoke, with his left palm caressing my face and with his right lube-holding hand coming to rest on top of my right hand to keep me in place. I didn't say anything but instead slowly twisted my head to the left where he let his hand wander fully across my face, pulling my lower lip down and placing several fingers inside to take control of my mouth, causing me to moan wetly with saliva dripping from inside. With his fingers lodged in my mouth, his body pulled back and he flipped the top of the lube tube free and gave a firm squeeze causing a cold and wet sensation atop my exposed nether region. With an audible snap, the lube container then closed and dropped away and his fingers began working the slippery gel between my bare cheeks. I didn't know what to say or what to do and the atmosphere was just so conflicting. At the same time and in the moment though, I don't think I could say or do anything, I was simply in awe and in many ways I was like a deer in a car's headlights, unable to move and waiting for his finger to go back inside my ass. My mind started racing in a million directions with my heart and breathing at depths never before reached when instead of the finger that I was expecting, it was his cock moving in and before I had time to react, his head had breached the ring around my ass and his cock was halfway inside. I gave a startled "No" and tried to move away but in the confines of the cradling seats and with his body on top of me, there was nowhere for me to go. It hurt even more than his earlier finger stab inside my rectum and the sudden act brought no pleasure at all. I tried to say something more, but the words were not able to come because the fingers inside my mouth were effectively gagging me to where I couldn't say a thing at all. I did however manage to expel a muffled but sharp cry of pain though as he shoved forward a second determined time and his raw cock breached even further inside leaving my unprotected ass filled with his cock fully inside. I don't think I could have gotten up if I wanted to and with my slight and young stature and his prominently more muscular body, distinct weight advantage and his will to make it happen, I was essentially bound helpless beneath him - I was his for the taking. At this point though, he didn't force things any further and simply rested there, allowing my body the chance to stretch and adapt for what was inevitably yet to come. 'What was yet to come' was the scary part and to step back to the time when this was happening, New York was a hotbed for AIDS and the city was just a few short miles away (in fact the sky was illuminated with the city lights just to our north). Additionally there were no treatments to effectively help mitigate it's effects - you can easily and legitimately classify me as being very afraid. At the same time though there was also a certain allure to where I was, alone with him in his car; to the atmosphere, with our bodies practically bare; to what was happening, his cock inside my ass; and to the act that was occurring, having sex with a stranger in the night. I was enthralled. With his cock lodged inside my rectum, he began giving words of encouragement which brought me a certain aspect of ease, telling me how special the moment was and how beautiful the night was to finally be together, and that he had been attracted to me and wanted a moment alone with me for a very long time. I must admit that he was having an effect and his words were not only relaxing my mind, but they were also relaxing my body. It is not an embellishment to say that his cock had grown quite large and there was a definite pain in my ass, not only from the initial probe from his sharp & rough fingernail, but it was now being exasperated many-fold more with my tight little ass stretched many times beyond where it had ever been before. Even with the liberal lube that he had used, the physical stretching was more than my body could take and I know that he had torn me in more than one place around his girthy impaled cock. His encouraging words continued as I lay beneath him with my mind entering an almost trance-like state. The feelings of pain were also being dissipated and replaced with the sensation of love and an inner passion, particularly when his cock started to slide out and then back in, slowly moving again, and again, and again... I was being fucked. The fingers inside my mouth pulled my head gently and further to the side where he then removed his digits and his lips pressed against mine. His almost harsh bearded stubble scratching my soft and tender cheek, an interesting contrast to the warmth of the words he was speaking, his kissing and mouthing of words of love and support began to cause me to have a much more receptive body. I also found myself now wanting it to happen and interestingly I think I wanted it happen just as much to please him - someone that was loving me - than for my own personal satisfaction. At the same time, I didn't really know all that much about the actual risks involved - I had only glanced at the occasional AIDS headline, never taking the time to read through the full articles - but I knew enough to be aware that what was happening was potentially dangerously deadly. With a tear appearing and being held in the corner of my eye, I gave a sheepishly meek request and asked: "Can you use a condom?" The tear slid down across my cheek. His cock continued to slowly work inside my body, out the majority of the way and then back in until his bush and balls were firmly nestled against my flesh and his mouth came alongside my ear, "I don't have any, sweetheart", and with that he held me tighter with his actions becoming slightly more pronounced. "Can we do it another time? When we have some? Please?" I asked, his fucking growing noticeably faster and more full. "But we're together now, sweetheart" (admittedly the sweetheart word was beginning to make me melt every time I heard it and I felt like I was 'his' and that I was no longer an independent 'self'). "Your body is telling me that you want it, baby. You don't want me to stop now, do you?" and with that his fucking became even more aggressive. "Please." I almost pleaded. "We can do it tonight, but can we get a condom first?" "Please." This time I was clearly begging. Without saying a word and without even acknowledging what I said, he pinned me downward affirming his position of being in control and continued fucking me - fucking me for a very long time - pounding noisily inside, pounding me hard, pounding me bare, his breathing becoming faster and his sweat making me wet beneath him, my body becoming continually more sore - but I didn't do anything, I didn't try to do anything, I just found myself taking it My ass was getting more wet too and I don't know if it was from his pre-cum or something from inside me, but it felt like my loins were much more wet than from the lube alone. As if to confirm and reinforce the wetness I was feeling, he gave a hard downward plunge, his loins tight against my ass, his cock full and deep inside my hole, his arms wrapping me inescapably tight, my body bound between his chest and the seat, his body shaking almost violently and convulsing and he yells right inside my ear. "Oh fucking God I'm cumming. Oh. Fuck. God. Take it. It's fucking yours." His cock buries inside me. I couldn't do anything, nothing at all. I couldn't stop it, at least not now - it already happened. I began to look around, staring blankly in every direction, not seeing anything, but then also seeing something, the sky glowing above NYC, the things I had read - or rather the things that I should have read. The thought of AIDS was going through my mind - was it now going throughout my body? I truly didn't know about the risk involved, I didn't really know anything at all, just bits and pieces at the very most. I was scared. He stayed inside me and didn't move - I didn't move. We stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time and I don't think he wanted it to end because he never left, then when he started pulling back, it was only to reposition and move forward once again, slowly starting to fuck me once more. I was so conflicted, so confused, so worried, and yet at the same time, in a strange way, I felt so loved. He was no longer fucking me hard and rough like he was before he came inside me, but was fucking me soft and gentle like he really loved me and cared for me. I began to sob softly to myself but not hard enough that I thought he would notice, unless he could see my tears which should have been invisible in the darkness of the night. I didn't know why I was crying and whether it was because of the fear and finality in what had just happened, or if it was for a love that I felt envelop me and thinking that me must be truly loving me, loving being with me. It was then that he held me once again, his warm arms tight and cradling, his loins gyrating into my ass, and his cum definitely squirting inside my ass - again. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you" I said softly back, realizing my sobbing was likely apparent as I spoke. Perhaps not sure about my reaction or the reason for my sob, he was quiet for several minutes before finally asking. "Were you a virgin?" "Yes" I answered. It was my first time with a man and the first time I was ever fucked. He kissed my cheek. As we got dressed, I knew that I had a distant drive to get back and that I would be carrying him for a long time along the way - much too long to have any chance of expelling him and the possible danger that I was carrying inside my body. I thought of asking him before I left if he had AIDS or anything but to be honest, I was afraid to know. I knew that there wasn't any real treatment and that there were people dying from it and I didn't want to leave knowing that it was going to happen to me if he would have said he had it, so I just left. Perhaps it would take more than being fucked once (actually being cummed in twice) to become infected, at least I hoped. I spent the many days ahead paying much more attention to articles and reports about AIDS with the hope of finding some type of assurance that I wouldn't have it - but I never found anything that made me feel safe. I had what I had, if I had anything. I also probably had whatever he had, but only time was going to tell. The only thing I knew was that I didn't have was my virginity. I left it in a car that night. I left it with him when he filled me with his cum. Virginity lost.

^ This, exactly. And then there’s the reality, which is reflected somewhat by another recent thread here that discusses “bottoms who can’t take it”. I mean, it sounds super - getting fucked feels great, so the more you get, it can only get better and better, right? More = Better? Be very, very, very careful what you ask for. Read this carefully, then read it again twice to make sure you get it: If you have no experience taking five or more cocks in a row, if you have never endured a painful fuck to the Top’s completion, if you’ve never taken another cock even when you really, really wanted to stop, if you have never taken a cock too big for you because the Top was determined, or if you expect to exercise control over how you’re fucked in any way - Do Not Offer Yourself For Whoring Out. Now read that again. Because any or all of the above may and are likely to happen to you when you ass-up for a whoring Top. The men who come to fuck you will be even more likely to treat you like a disposable object than a human being, and care even less about your health or discomfort or exposure than they might otherwise (which is scantly at the best of times - one fucked me loudly with the hotel room door wide open and left it that way whennhe departed). When Tops get in their rut, they don’t stop until they’re done. Nature wires them not to. If you take on a whoring-out, you have to be able to accommodate that over and over and over, even if your hole hurts. Even if some of them want it to hurt. Of course, unless you’re tied down (never, never, ever, ever permit it) you could always just get up and walk away when you’ve had enough. But what will you have accomplished? You’ll have royally pissed off the Top who agreed to go to the trouble to whore you out - it’s a lot like work; you’ll have damaged your reputation if the Top talks to other Tops (if you care about such things); you’ll have left yourself with a realization that you’re more sexually limited than you thought (ouch); and you will have contributed unnecessarily to the difficulty that experienced bottoms have in finding Tops willing to whore them because they’ve been burned before by so many unrealistic fantasists. True, every bottom who can do it had to get there somehow. Once, being whored out was just a fantasy for me, too, like everybody else. Once I had had some experience with threesomes, foursomes, multi-breeding days at camp, and my 34-Load Weekend, I decided I could probably handle it if I wasn’t in control - and I was determined to do it no matter the consequences. I’m not using this post to try to tell anybody he can’t. If you believe you’ve got the chops to legit take a full whoring, then shoot the Moon, brother. It’s just that this fantasy is so alluring and so ubiquitous - and the reality so misunderstood - that it makes me want to chime in before somebody has a regrettable experience.

Awesome! Sounds like you got off on the notion of him infecting you without telling you. Anyway it doesn't matter - just keep offering that slut hole to anonymous cock. Best way to get POZZED. I hope you got pozzed actually if that's what you want.

Skys are clear, but its dark and cloudy here...

I come out of the shower, Mr. Benson and Joey fucking I decide to head to the pit and see how it looks. I get on the elevator, and there is the one with the Gold wrist band. He is about my age and already has full-blown AIDS. I ask him where he is going, and he says the same place I am the pit. He is gorgeous skinny with a nice dick; he asks, is that a P.A. on your dick, I say yes 4 GA. Golden asks if I want to help him with one from the pit. At the pit, they are moving around like cattle in a pen waiting for food. We see the good looking ones already with marks that have been fuck already, and Golden wants a negative virgin. We see this old guy with no marks that signify that have taken a POZ load yet. We ask for him to come over and to spread his legs, and we see a well-used hole. We take him to one of the public beds; he says how happy he is to have two hot studs to POZ him, Golden tells him you will also be getting full-blown AIDS as he smiles. We ask him did he dring his supplies as he hands us the bag. We take out two ropes, tie off his arms, and say to him you want this; he says I WANT YOU BOTH TO POZ ME. I ask Golden, let's do a blood slam to make sure I see the flash of my blood in the syringe, and as much I want the slam today, it's not for Tops but the chares who is here for our gift. With a syringe in both arms, we go 1,2,3, then push the plungers in as he is gasping for air and coughing Golden drives his dick right in. Golden is fucking him as hard as you could while saying; FAGGOT TAKE MY DEATH STICK. The chaser is saying I want your toxic load, please. When Golden deposits his AIDS load in his hole and pulls out, I see the cum covered dick. I have a P.A. that will tear up the inside of an ass, Like Golden, I drive my dick straight in, but the chaser is in pain. It's from the P.A. tearing up his hole, but the site of Golden cum covered dick right in front of my face is too inviting, so I motion him to come closer so I can clean it. Yummy, I have my dick in a negative hole, with a toxic dick in my mouth. We put a plug in his bleeding ass, take the magic marker, and put our mark on him and take him back to the pen. I saw him a year later, and he was so happy as two weeks later, he was sick three months later he tested for HIV and is now a member of the brotherhood. He introduces me to his boy, who he is going to give the gift very soon. I left Golden with the elevator running late, and I did not want to wait on the line, so I took the stairs. As I walk up, I hear someone is crying; I see this chaser on the floor. I sit down next to him as he says he is scared, but wants the gift so much, but he has never done anything but put his finger in his ass. I talk to him and let him know how good it will feel to explore his desires. He has stopped crying and says, can you do it to me. I take him by the hand and see him in the light and see this 5ft. 5. 100lbs skinny boy, he is 18 as you have to show Government I.D. but does not look like it. I get to our room, and it's empty, so he is all to my self. I take him to the shower after giving him a drink he asks for, little does he know that in 20 minutes the G with be having the effect I want. In the shower, I'm kissing him and cleaning his hole, and I'm shocked to feel how tight he is, I think I have a VIRGIN here. I lay him on the bed on his stomach and spread his butt cheeks and see what I dream of suck nice round pink hole as I drive my face into it with my tongue working his ass as he is moaning as the G has done its work. Its time to ramp him up as I ask him how does he like it with a response, please more. So I grab the syringe with the Tina in it without the needle and with spit insert in his soon to be fuck hole. He is moving around as the booty bump is burning. I pin him down, as, I insert my dick in his soon to be a former negative hole. I thought he would be screaming bloody murder; he is moaning, but I know he is so tight, and the P.A. is ripping him up. Mr.Benson comes into the room with Joey and sit down while I fuck him and about to cum. Give it to him as Joey puts poppers under his nose and to inhale, and I feel his reaction with his hole spasm. Rope after of rope of my toxic cum put into his hole. I collapse on top of him in exhaustion, as my dick slops out of his ass. Mr.Benson tells me to roll over and to take him, so we are face to face. I start to kiss him, and he is very responsive as Mr. Benson puts his finger in the boy's hole then shows me the pink cover cum on the finger then sticks in my mouth to clean it off. Joey climbs on top to fuck him as Mr. Benson puts a rope on his arm to slam him while Joey is fucking him, so I hold him tight as he has never done this before. Joey said later he never felt someone bucking like this after Joey dumped his load. Its Mr.Benson turn to deposit the family strain in him. With him tweaked out with a bloody hole, I put in the butt plug. I take him out the door and was going to put him on the elevator, but there is an open door near buy, so I open the door and see 3 Daddie Bears alone and ask them if they want this boy. HELL YEA as they were going out to the pit and look for some faggot meat. One comes over, turns the boy around and see his wrecked hole, and asks what have you given to his. He had some G a booty bump with a small slam, so he is all yours.

Scorpion man sighed happily and stood back, his glistening cock flopping out of Peter's arsehole along with a gush of cum. The older guy with the thinning hair raised his eyebrow questioningly at me and I smiled and nodded. "Knock him up," I whispered. Peter was still bent over a wash basin gasping from having been roughly fucked, and didn't resist as the man got behind him and slid his diseased cock up my friend. "Oh..oh...oh yeah!" Peter gasped, thrusting his arse up and back to meet the old guy's thrusts. The man raised his tee-shirt and looked down at his cock as he fucked, an evil grin on his face. The other two had dropped their pants and were wanking furiously. One was old, fat with a jolly face dripping with sweat. It seemed a shame to make them wait. I quickly dropped trousers and underwear and bent over next to Peter and offered my bottom to the old man who gratefully waddled behind me and slid his cock in. It was so slick with precum it didn't need any lube, and I relaxed into his thrusts. Peter looked at me beside him and smiled. I leant sideways and kissed him as we were bred, our bellies soon filled with old men's sperm. When All four had bred us, they quickly dressed and left us gasping and naked from the waist down over the wash-basins. I reached and fingered Peter's dripping hole and he did the same for mine, then we licked our fingers and shuddered with the filthiness of it. Then a voice said "What the hell's going on here?"....

“Hi Mike, I’m Jason Dr X’s assistant. Very nice to meet you” ”Nice to meet you too Jason, please come in” Mike held the door open for Jason, as he stepped inside. “This shouldn’t take too long Mike, I just need to collect a few samples and we will go over what to expect on Saturday. Assuming all the STD panels come back good. I know you said you haven’t caught anything, but we just want to make sure.” ”I completely understand” Mike replied. ”Kitchen table work okay for what we need?” He asked as he led Jason into the house. ”Yep that works perfect!” Mike led Jason to the kitchen and pulled a couple of chairs out. Jason removed a backpack from his shoulder and set it down while taking a seat. Mike followed in his own chair. ”Okay Mike, first thing and I hope you don’t mind. I need you to sign an NDA before we go any further. “ ”What is the NDA for?” Mike asked “Basically states, that you won’t discuss or disclose anything we talk about today or the procedure. The Dr likes to keep this on the quiet side and does not want details to be shared in the public” ”Okay, I can completely understand that” Jason pulled a folder from his bag and removed a document from it. He also grabbed a pen and handed them to Mike. Reading them over Mike signed and dated them, sliding them back to Jason, he put them back in the folder. ”Okay, now we can do the blood draws and other samples we’ll need Mike.” Jason started pulling tubes and containers out of his backpack. “So I’ll take two blood draws, a mouth swab, a urine sample, and just before I leave I’ll need a semen sample.” ”What’s the semen sample for?” Mike asked, feeling a little embarrassed. ”Well you stated that you’ve had a vasectomy, so the Dr. just wants to make sure you are still swimmer free”. ”Ah, yeah that makes sense” Jason started the process of the blood draws and as he did, he started to give Mike some background on the Dr. “Dr. X, and yes, he is a real Doctor. He’s been a general practitioner for about 10 years now. He spent a year in Africa doing Doctors Without Borders. While there he contracted HIV. Unfortunately, his particular strain is med resistant, so he does everything he can to stay healthy. There is a whole story behind this, but it is his to share. (*hint*). The idea behind his insemination procedure started when he had a patient come in with flu symptoms. The gentleman was obviously not feeling well, but he was actually happy and asked the doctor for an HIV test. Confused the doc asked him why that made him happy. The patient went on to tell him that he had been chasing HIV for over a year and letting anyone with it have sex with him bareback. He went on to explain that he knew he sounded crazy, but he truly wanted to have this, it spoke to him on a very deep level and he felt it was the next step in his journey of life and once he had it. Somewhere down the road he would like to share it with someone else who felt the same way. To be able to pass on his DNA and keep it living. So basically, that is where the idea for the insemination procedure started. The doc liked the idea of passing on his DNA, but he would only do it with individuals that were absolutely positive about it and were looking to further their own journey. Like you Mike” While Jason has been talking about this, he had drawn my blood and swabbed my cheek. Now he asked ”Think you can give me a urine sample?” ”Sure” Mike replied. Taking the cup, he went into his bathroom and filled it up. His mind was completely racing with all the information that he had received so far. Screwing the company back on, finished up and washed his hands. He brought the cup back to Jason. Jason started talking again. “Okay so, here’s what to expect now Mike. We will have the results back for all the tests by Tuesday, so once they are in I will give you a call. At that time assuming everything is good, we will send over a kit that you will need to use on Friday. Do you think you can take Friday off by chance? You’ll be on the toilet a lot.” ”Yeah, I can take Friday off. What is in the kit?” ”It’s basically a smaller version of a colon cleanse, just to make sure your completely cleaned out for the insemination. We have found it really helps because not only are you completely empty, but it also slightly irritates the lining for better reception of the semen. So on Saturday morning, I will pick you up at 8 AM. Once in the car I will ask you to put on a blindfold, this is just so we can keep the location of the office anonymous. Once in the office and in the room, the blindfold can be removed. At this point, you’ll do a little paperwork , then I’ll have you disrobe and get on the stand. I’ll prep you for the procedure. Then at 10 AM, the doctor will come in, he will explain the whole procedure, what to expect and what happens. He will perform the procedure, then after it is complete I will clean you up. You can then get dressed and I will take you home, blindfolded again. We will go over the aftercare while you are at the office also okay?” ”Yeah, that all sounds good, I’m really excited and kind of nervous too” “No worries Mike, any other questions you have at the moment?” ”Umm I don’t think so” ”I threw a lot of information at you, so if you think of anything, let me know. I’m really happy to answer any questions. So we’re about done here. Except for the semen sample. You ready for that?” ”Umm yeah I guess, kinda weird doing that with you here” Jason laughed. “No need to be embarrassed Mike, We’re just a couple of guys. Here stand up quick.” Mike stood up and before he could even say a word, Jason grabbed his gym shorts and pulled them down. And In the next moment he had Mikes cock in his mouth. He was taken completely off guard, but then that all went out of his head as Jason worked his cock over with his expert skills, Mikes head tilted back as a moan escaped from his lips. Jason definitely knew what he was doing. Mike was in heaven as he felt his cock going down the back of Jason’s throat, Mike knew he would cum fast if he kept that up and Jason must have read his mind because he kept the deep throating up. Mike looked down at Jason as he bobbed his head up and down his shaft. “I’m getting close” he mumbled. Jason grabbed the cup from the table, never missing a beat as he sucked Mikes cock. ”Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” Mike yelled Jason pulled off his cock and put the head in the specimen cup and he stroked Mikes cock. Mike let out a loud groan as the first shot of cum exploded from his head. More followed as Jason slowly milked him completely. He felt mike shudder and then released him from his grip. ”There we go!” He said as he stood up. “See that was easy” He laughed as he looked at Mike. Mike looked back at him. “Wow! That was amazing!” ”Holding the specimen cup up, Jason said. “This reminds me, no more for you this week. Please refrain from a sexual activities including masturbating. Doctors orders! Now I need to get going, we need this specimen fresh for examination.” With that, Jason packed everything up in his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Remember, if you have any questions please get in touch with me. I’m happy to answer anything.” Jason started walking towards the door, and Mike followed him, still a little dazed from the head he just received. Reaching around Jason, he grabbed the door and opened it for Jason. ”Okay, I’ll be in touch on Tuesday” ”Okay, sounds good! Thanks for everything Jason!” Looking back, Jason smiled and winked at him. “Talk to you soon”

I’d seen the boy’s ad on line, in various places, BBRT, A4A. He was a horny little pig. It was a photo of his ass. Big, wide and furry. The text of the ad said: “My ass is in the air, I need loads. Come over and breed me. I’m desperate for cum. I’m short, furry and piggy.” Exactly my type. I’d never responded before because I was usually feeling like more of a whore bottom myself. I knew the feeling he was experiencing, desperate for cock and cum in your hole. But I’m a switch and sometimes you just gotta fuck a hole. I’m partial to beefy boys with big butts so I responded. “Hey pig. That’s a great cumdump you have. I love big butts. Love to come over and breed it, especially if you’re already partied up and dripping loads.” And I included some pics of my beefy, hairy body and fat cock. I’m 32, 5’5”, 175 lbs, covered in thick dark hair and have a big juicy uncut 8.5” dick. My dick has been known to make a few “top” daddies lift their legs and beg me to fuck them. But today I knew this wouldn’t be a hard sell. The boy was on line, so he was taking loads. I quickly got an email back from him. “Thank you for responding, sir. I’ve been partying for a few hours. This faggot has three loads in his hole already. Should be enough to lube up your cock so you can breed me full of the cum that I need desperately.” Then he gave me his address. It was just a mile or two away from my house, so I sent him a message back and told him I’d be there in 15 minutes and to be ready. I drove over and parked on a side street in front of an unassuming little white house. He told me to use a particular door code and when I reached for the door, it opened and a tall, slim guy with a sexy beard and hairy chest answered the door, wearing only a jockstrap. “You here to breed the fag? His cunt is nice and partied up. I’m Jesse. Just here helping my buddy get his pussy bred hard.” Jesse reached out and shook my hand. “Greg. Glad to meet ya. Where’s the whore?” Jesse pointed into another room, which had the blinds drawn and a large screen TV playing a Treasure Island video of a whore getting gang banged. I walked into the room and shucked my clothes, so I was only wearing a leather jock and cockring. The large hairy ass I had seen in the ad was on the bed, in the air, face in the pillow. “Hey whore,” I said. “Is your cunt hungry for loads today?” “Yes, sir. Today and every day.”His head stayed buried in the pillow, so I hadn’t yet gotten a good look at his face, but he had large, muscular legs to go with his big, hungry ass, and I could see that the rest of his body was covered in thick blonde hair. He looked like he played rugby or soccer regularly. “Good,” I said. “You’re going to get at least a few from me.” Jesse had followed me into the cumdump’s bedroom, he sat in the corner in a large overstuffed chair, and picked up a bubbler from a table. There was a large plastic bag of Tina on the table and a couple of loaded points. “Damn, man. You guys plan to get fucked UP,” I said, marveling at the amount. “Yeah, we plan to keep this up for a day or two, and don’t wanna run out. Nothing worse than trying to find product when you’re horny as fuck.” Jesse motioned me over and gave me a huge shotgun off the pipe. I held it for a long time in my lungs and then gave it back to him while we kissed each other deeply passing the smoke back and forth. He offered me a point and I took it, gratefully. “What’s the cumdump’s name? Besides faggot,” I said, laughing. Jesse laughed as well and said “Adam. Right faggot?” “Yes, sir,” came from the bed. I walked over, grabbed a large buttplug that was sitting next to him on the bed and slid it up his ass. I could hear him breathe in, sharply. Then he began to moan. “Sit up, I said,” and Adam sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed so that he could share the pipe with Jesse. He was a sexy little fucker. No more than 5’3” tall, maybe 160 lbs., blonde and super hairy with a blonde buzzcut and trim beard. “Want a slam, faggot?” “Fuck yes. Slam me up and rape my cunt, you dirty fucker.” He had an evil grin on his face and his pupils were huge and black. “Of course I will. Let me do myself first, pig.” Jesse and Adam were sharing more clouds, and both of them leaned over to share with me as well. I was getting deliciously spun, and horny as fuck. Jesse reached over to the table and handed me a tourniquet which I put on my arm. A quick wipe with an alcohol pad and BOOM. Into the stratosphere. It was good shit and I began to cough. When I caught my breath I turned to Jesse and said “Motherfucker! How strong was that!?” He got an evil grin on his face, and said “I”ll never tell.” Then he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth while Adam got on his knees and pulled Jesse’s cock out of the pouch of his jockstrap. It was nice and fat and uncut. He started to slurp on the hard cock that would shortly be pounding his pussy. But first I had to slam the little pig. I pulled him off Jesse’s cock which caused him to whimper a little and told him to lay back on the bed. He complied quickly and I was able to quickly put the tourniquet on and find a nice fat vein and register. I looked Adam in the eye and said “you ready boy? We’re gonna set your cunt on FIRE.” “FUCK YEAH! I was born ready for this!.” Then I pulled back the plunger and pushed it hard into the fag. He was already tweaking pretty hard, although Jesse told me later they’d only been smoking up to that point, and his eyes rolled up into his head. He muttered “Oh, FUCK,” under his breath and then started to cough. I reached over, pulled the plug out of his ass, lifted his legs over his head and shoved my fat uncut dick into his gaping hole. Adam moaned hard and began to whimper. “Please fuck me, Sir. I’m a worthless faggot who needs to be raped and bred.” I looked down at his handsome face, spit right between his eyes, and said “You have no idea, faggot.” And I started to pound his cunt. Jesse laughed and moved over to the bed where he stuck his own fat uncut dick into Adam’s mouth. The boy was being spit roasted by two pig cocks and was clearly in heaven. I started to plow him in earnest and knew this was going to be a fun time. I didn’t have anything to do for several days so I figured we’d all have a good time. Just as I was getting a rhythm built up, I heard the front door open. Jesse laughed and pulled his cock out of Adam’s mouth. “Better go greet our next guest.” He disappeared out of the room and I couldn’t help but notice that he had a nice hairy ass, too. But. Turned my attention back to Adam and spit in his face again. “You’re a filthy fucking cumdump, aren’t you son?” He just glared back at me and spit back in my face and smiled. “Dirty fucker. Rape me hard.” END PART 1.

PART TEN As Robert lay there, fastened to a flat wooden surface, he could hear clicks of a lighter off in the distance, and shortly afterward, the scent of burning candle wax was filling the room. He heard footsteps, signaling the return of one of the men to his side. He then felt the man's hands caressing Robert's torso, rubbing all over his skin with an oil of some kind, getting it all slick. He enjoyed the sensation as it felt like a gentle massage, and let out a couple of pleasant moans. The second guy walked over to the lad, and Robert then felt some hot liquid being dripped on his chest, which shocked him a little, the sudden sensation of a rush of heat hitting his skin, and then cooling down quickly, he figured out that one of the men he was now in service to was pouring molten candle wax on him. "Ahhh!" Robert couldn't help but cry out loud in response to the sensation, which at one time or another, he would have tried to avoid, his mind warning him about the pain and the potential of getting burned. But all he could register at the moment was sheer sensation. Pain was becoming a somewhat meaningless term. "I think he likes it" chuckled one of the men, revelling in watching Robert squirm, and hiss, and give out his "oooh" and "aaaah" responses while getting covered in wax. "Yeah, the slave is definitely learning his place." Replied the other guy, candle in hand, occasionally stopping the slow pour of hot wax on the lad's skin to give him the slightest moment's reprieve. "A good thing, for sure. Cause we still have a lot of fun left to have with this one." The man stopped for a few moments, letting Robert develop a sense of calm, and put the candle down. He removed the hood from the young man's head, and faced him, looking for a sign that he was ok. Robert sighed, and then gently smiled slightly. The man then leaned down and kissed him, caressing his hair and feeding Robert his tongue, making both of them feel nice and horny. He stopped for a second, and asked "So, what did you think of that?" "Fucking intense!" Was all Robert could muster, receiving a chuckle from both of the other men in the room. "I suppose a formal introduction is due. I am Master Sebastian, and the other gentleman is my friend who occasionally joins me on sessions like these, sometimes a sub, but he's more of a switch, and can be a bit of a brat. His name's Ryder. For the duration of tonight's session, however, I must insist that you address me as Master and him as Sir. Understood?" "Yes, master" Robert replied, obediently. "Good. We have many pleasures to show you, if you choose to accept. I trust you have enjoyed yourself so far?" "Yes, master." "Very good, shall we continue, then?" "Yes, please, master." Master Sebastian smiled. "You're a keen one, aren't you, pig? I've heard all about you from my friend Peter. How you've allowed yourself to be drenched in piss, how you love to be called names, how you let men use your body for their pleasures. It is commendable, no doubt in youth you have some things to learn. You may speak up when asked a question from now on, and you should choose a safe word, just in case we're being a bit rough with you. That will let us know to stop". After just a moment's thought, "I choose AUTUMN, Master." Robert replied. "Very well, then." Said Master Sebastian. He picked the candle back up again. "Let the games begin....."

Part II Fantasies are a place were lots of things are allowed – some of them should stay fantasies though The address Daniel was given, was not far from his apartment. He took a taxi anyway, since he was somewhat excited and didn’t trust himself with his bike. When he arrived he was standing in front of one of the newly build buildings in town, the ones that were most certainly out of his price-range and would probably never be affordable for him unless he inherited a ton of money from a rich aunt he didn’t know of. When he entered the building, he was greeted by a concierge wearing a formal uniform in black and red, including a matching hat. A golden name tag had “Peter” written on it and was attached on a well-tailored front pocket on his uniform. Daniel considered Peter rather attractive. He must have been only a little older than him, but his posture and this surrounding gave him a glance of elegance that Daniel was lacking even though he was wearing one of his good work shirts. God evening sir, what brings you here tonight? How may I assist you? The concierge said. Daniel didn’t quite know what to answer to this. Telling Peter that he came to this address because a guy from an online dating platform whom he had never seen in real life but only in videos where he fucked his semen in young unprotected asses, commanded him here to watch him have sex, didn’t seem like a good option. The concierge was already raising one of his ginger eyebrows when Daniel mumbled: Ergh… I am here to visit a friend. The concierge was scanning Daniel from head to toe, his eyebrow still raised. He clearly thought he was lying or at least not telling the whole truth, which was the case. And what is the name of this friend, sir? I’d like to let him know you are here. Daniels was sweating now, in his rush to get to the address he had gotten from “Assbreeder82” he didn’t even realise he did not know what his last name was. This was embarrassing, he didn’t know what to do. Leave, and text “Assbreeder82” what he was supposed to do? He would feel dumb doing that. Or tell the concierge that he didn’t know the name of his “friend”. He could feel Peter starring at him. Then suddenly the familiar sound of an arriving elevator distracted Peter for a moment. Daniel turned around and was heading for the door, this seemed to be the best option. Just before he opened the door though, he looked back and froze. There in the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor stood “Assbreeder82”. He had never seen his face before, but he knew this body and the way he moved. He was wearing a black casual suit, with a white button-down shirt, that complemented his muscle-daddy body quite well. Daniel was standing there just starring at the men he had fantasised so much about. He was fascinated by him. The neatly trimmed beard that had the same black tone as his chest hair had in all the videos he saw. His dark brown eyes and most importantly that cheeky little grin that he was wearing so well. This was a man of confidence and he did not hide it, nor did he need to. Peter was just greeting “Assbreeder82” but Daniel couldn’t understand the name he was saying because he was too far away from the elevator. Still somewhat frozen, Daniel realised to late, that he got spotted: Daniel, is that you? Where you about to leave without saying hi to an old friend – fan boy? The way he said the nickname that he gave him sent hot and cold shivers over Daniels body. Still overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do but his body decided for him. He could feel how his feet where slowly dragging him towards the elevator, passing Peter that had a weird look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, pity and professionalism. His feet stopped 2 meters away from “Assbreeder82”. There was a moment of silence until finally he found enough confidence to speak. Hey thanks for picking me up. Quite a service. Assbreeder82 took two quick steps towards Daniel, laid one muscular arm around Daniel’s shoulder and ushered him into the elevator, while Peter was still watching disapprovingly from his counter. The elevator doors were closing and Assbreeder82 selected the 12th floor, his one arm still resting on Daniels shoulder. Daniel could smell his cologne that had a woody smoky touch to it, mixed with a hint of his scent. He could not believe that he was standing in an elevator alone with this man and he was surprised that he even came here. He usually was not doing things like this. “Its just like watching porn” he told himself. As if Assbreeder82 could read his thoughts he said: You seem nervous Daniel. Don’t be, like I said I respect your boundaries, you are only here to watch and film … unless you decide otherwise. But if I respect your rules, you’ll have to respect mine. Once we arrive in my apartment you are to strip down all your clothes. While I play with the little twink that is already waiting for us, you are only allowed to watch, film or commend if you wish so. Should you touch me while I am playing with my toy our agreement ends and you’re mine to do with as I please. Understood? Before Daniel could think too much about this the elevator doors opened and Assbreeder82 led him to the door of his apartment. He had arrived in the lions cave and though he was only here to watch, he felt like he was about to do something very kinky and forbidden… More to cum

I obeyed. Staring at Jacques I pulled off my tee and raised my own arms above my head. I knew after all the working out, swimming and the cold water that I looked good. Fucking good. I leaned into my right pit and inhaled. I dropped my hands to my cargo shorts and pulled the button and lowered them a little. And stopped. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. He dragged his left hand through the thick bush of his chest and into his pit, raised it to his nose and inhaled. His hands then found the waistband of his shorts and hooked his thumbs under the elastic. As we watched eachother we pulled down our shorts. His cock was cupped in a jock. Mine in black briefs. As our shorts dropped to the floor, he hand grabbed his jock and he squeezed hard, letting out a deep sigh. I dropped my hand into my briefs to pull on my own balls. It was silent. Only our breathing could be heard above the morning songbirds. He pulled the pouch of jock down, his clock slapping against his his furry stomach and slurping some jizz onto the hair. I dropped my own underwear, my cock 90 degrees to my washboard stomach. Our piercings glinted in the sun. His thick heavy piercing not weighing down his massive engorged weapon. Fuck I wanted to walk over there and suck him. But no. Jacques licked his lips, then spat on his hand, gripped his cock and grinned. I balled some gob and let it drop into my cock and lathered it round my shaft. As we stood there, we slowly began beating out cocks, in sync. Unconsciously my hand moved to my pierced tit and as I wanked I tweaked it. Jacques smiled. But so did I. This time I was determined not to let myself down and knew, with my bladder full to bursting I stood a good chance. Jacques other hand dropped to his hairy balls and gripped them he tugged and squeezed them as he jacked his cock. “Was he tight, the blond twink you fucked?” Jacques started and looked at me. I smiled. “Did he beg you to fuck him raw, breed him. Bury your seed deep in his cunt?” Jacques closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I decided to take a chance. “Did you blow your toxic seed into his guts. Did you poison him?” Jacques head snapped back, his eyes opened and he stared at me. Nodding, he gobbed onto his cock, smiled at me and started wanking again. “Oh yeah. You bred him. Ruined his chute with your massive pierced cock, didn’t you? Ripped into the sides of his gut so that your toxic load would spread quickly. You fucked him and he was too cunted and high to stop you. Drinking the cum from every cock forced down his throat in the club that night. Cum and piss.” Jacques moaned and imperceptibly he started to tug faster. “I saw you and him. He was riding your thick man cock. You were pulling him down, raping his mancunt in front of all those guys. I’d taken a load that night and you watched me take it. Yeah?” Jacque nodded. He was staring at me. His eyes were glazed over. He was panting. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his balls had pulled up to the base of his cock. He was close. “Watching me take a load deep, hard and generous in my cunt. Hearing my moans as I blew a load. Yeah?” He had closed his eyes. He was jacking his cock with both hands now. Precum was dripping onto the ground. “All those guys jacking off as you fucked his twink hole. And when you blew your load you wanted it to be my cunt you were fucking, using, raping, opening, bruising, bleeding, poisoning ...” And with that, Jacques yelled and shot a massive, gooey load, spewing his spunk into the leaves and grass in front of him. The force of his orgasm forced him to his knees, as he shook controllably. Suddenly my own balls tightened and my own seed shot out of my cock and splattered all over Jacques bent head. He looked up and caught the last stroke of my cock on his face. My spunk glistened in the sunlight and leaked down his cheek. He smiled and opened his mouth. Without a pause, I directed a stream of piss into his waiting mouth, drinking some before he leaned back and let it stream down his furry chest. When my torrent of piss had subsided, I smiled at him. He smiled back. I shook my cock into my hand and fed myself its last drips. Then, I picked up my clothes, turned around and walked to my car. Getting in, I didn’t look back as I drove away.

I met him on one of the hook up apps. I was so fucking horny. He was horny. It was late at night and he was only 10 min from my place. He was a cute 21 year old with blue eyes and brown hair. He had a hairy chest and a hot ass. 7c too. I couldn't say no. Everyone was asleep and my cock was throbbing. I invited him over but didn't expect him to really arrive. He did! It was 2 am. He was on my back porch when I looked outside. It was dark out and nobody in the neighborhood was awake it seemed. I let him in quietly. Told him not to make noise so the dogs wouldn't bark. Took him to the basement. "everyone is asleep we need to be quiet." I said. We started kissing. His tongue darting inside my mouth and mine inside his. It felt so good. I needed it and he did too. He likes older and I like younger. He told me he is 21. I melted in his arms. As we were kissing we got naked. Our cocks rubbing together. I licked his nipples and he licked mine. Both of us so horny. He bent down and sucked my already hard dick. I turned him around and rubbed my dick over his hairy ass cheeks and around his hairy hole. I got the lube and we both lubed up. I put him on my desk chair and he stuck his ass out for me. My cock just went inside. He moaned and pushed his ass against me. I put my arms around him and felt his back against my hairy chest. It felt so good. His warm skin against mine. My cock inside him. We fucked and both moaned softly. He got up a bit and we kissed again as he turned his head to me. Those blue eyes omg those blue eyes. I fucked him hard and shot a load as he was jerking his cock. He shot all over the chair. I let him take a quick shower in the basement bathroom. "be quick and quiet" I reminded him! He kissed me. He jumped in the shower. The only towel I had was the one we came on. He used it to wipe off and said "it smells wonderful" OMG I want to fuck him again and again. BUT, he had to go and it was late and everyone was asleep. I went upstairs and he followed. Everyone was still asleep. It was quiet. He kissed me at the door and smiled. I didn't even get his name. But I will remember his beautiful blue eyes and that hot ass! He left and when I looked at my app. he had sent me a thank you. I thanked him for coming over. I hope I see him again. I jerked another load thinking about our encounter. I'm horny just writing this now. I need more sex. I need to unload my cum till my balls are empty. BH

PART FIVE "Turn around, show me your ass." Robert obeyed, still on his knees, turning around and bending over so he was on all fours, ass exposed. The man positioned himself behind him, and Robert could feel the thick, spongy head of the cock pressing against his hole, constant pressure, threatening to tear him in two. "Just breathe and push back like you're taking a shit." The man instructed. As he did this, after a few seconds, Robert could feel the entrance to his ass begin to open and allow this man's cock entrance into his body, stretching him open, with a slight stinging/burning sensation, but the more the man thrusted his member inside him, the better it began to feel. Soon enough, he was completely filled with hard cock, and a glow came over Robert, feeling his own cock which was hard as steel, he pulled the cloth front of his jock to the side and released it so he could stroke himself while being fucked... and, between heavy breaths, noticed himself suddenly begging "Fuck me..... fuck me.... harder, Daddy, please....". The man, smiling, replied simply "That's right, this is MY pussy, now, isn't it, bitch?", thrusting harder and harder into Robert's ass, his pelvis smacking against the young man's buttocks making a loud slapping noise with every thrust. He smacked Robert's ass, and Robert moaned in pleasure. "Yyyyyeeeessss, Daddy...... please cum in me.....". "You want my load, slut?...... Are you sure about that?" The guy taunted Robert, fucking him violently, grabbing him by the throat with one hand, and clutching an ass cheek with the other. "Please! I want you to fill me with your seed!" Robert cried out. It wasn't too much longer than that and the guy started moaning too, and Robert could feel the guy starting to swell inside him. "Ooooh.... aaaaahh.... uuuuughhh.... fuuuuck.... such a nice asss....... fuuuuck here it comes.... gonna cum.... cumming in your sweet ass, boy.... here iiiit...... cuuuuuummmmmssss.....aaaaaaah" the guy stopped thrusting and held himself balls deep in Robert's hole, his cock twitching inside him with every blast of his orgasm, and when Robert felt this cock spasm inside him, it set of his own orgasm. "Ffffuuuuck, I'm coming too..... ooooh....aaaaah...". With deep heavy breaths, the guy dismounted Robert, and laid on the ground next to him, catching his breath, while the young man remained on all fours, drenched in sweat and also breathing heavily. "You liked that, didn't you?" The guy asked Robert. "Fuck yes", he replied. "Hold still, I need to piss" the guy gave his instruction, and got up and stood above Robert, who, in a couple of seconds, felt a stream of this man's warm piss, soaking him all over his back and the back of his head. "Mmmmmm yeah, good slut. I bet you like me making you wet..... .....oh, and by the way, I'm HIV positive. Enjoy the poz load I just dumped in you. There could be more for you again, another day, if you want it....."

In the age of iPhones and apps, I had completely off cruising in rest areas. I did it throughout my 20s, but then it was replaced with online options and later apps. So when I stopped at a rest area yesterday for a quick pee, I was surprised to find guys cruising in the restroom. Surprised and EXHILARATED. It’s a rest area fairly close to my home, so I have never stopped there before. But I was running errands and, with most places shut down for the pandemic, I didn’t want to rely on chance because I needed to take a whiz fast. The rest area is along 495 outside Boston, so it sees a lot of activity, even with the reduced traffic due to the shutdown. I ran in quickly, the musty smell of a public restroom sheathed in concrete with too little ventilation quickly reminded me of being 20 and discovering this [banned word] cruising ground. There were two older guys hanging out at the urinals. I didn’t think much of it at first, but once I was in position I left the sexual tension in the air, and caught a sidelong glance at my cock from the guy on my right. I took a furtive glance at one, then the other, and saw both were semi hard. A thrill ran through me and I realized I had wandered into a cruising spot. It’s been a month since I’ve had any action, and I got hard right away. My next step may sound odd at first. I finished peeing, zipped out, and darted out of the restroom. I imagine the guys were disappointed I wasn’t a new playmate — or at least not an obvious one, yet. I opened the trunk of my car and pulled out my emergency overnight bag (I keep one in case I decide to crash at a friend’s house after drinking too much). It only took a moment to pull out the small bottles of poppers and lube stowed there. If I was going to get cruised, I was going to be ready for action! I walked back into the restroom, unzipped, and caught the startled guys quickly separating from one another at the urinals. I didn’t waste time stepping up the urinal and starting to stroke. The chubbier of the two silver daddies didn’t waste time either, immediately reaching over to grab my cock. I moaned softly — it’s been a month! He was actually a bit aggressive, but I didn’t care — I can work with aggressive. The other guy was more tentative, slowly stroking to my right as he watched us start. The guy to my left had stepped closer, working both our cocks. I knelt down and started blowing him. He clamped a hand on the back of my head and started pumping. I was totally caught up in the scene, blowing this guy at the toilets, the musty smell of his balls mixed with the stagnant restroom air, and the risk we were out in the open. “Come with me,” he said, pulling my shoulder. I stood up and we walked back to the last stall, which happened to be handicapped. I dropped trowe, both of us standing together stroking. I look around the larger stall, disappointed by the metal dividers. I remembered my 20-year-old self discovering the allure of gloryholes roughly cut in the old fiber dividers, and sucking anonymous cocks that peeked through looking for satisfaction. That little bit of nostalgia was helping feed my excitement now, and I reached out to take the chubby daddy’s hand and guided it to my ass. He didn’t waste a second. He aggressively handled my ass, separating the cheeks to find my hole and roughly finger it. His eyes got a bit wild as he looked at me and confirmed what was being offered. I pulled out poppers and took the first hit with one hand while pressing the bottle of lube into his hand with the other. He popped the top open and began lubing my hole. The intoxicating rush of poppers washed over me as I stepped one leg out of my jeans, finding a more relaxed position to have him begin working my ass. I was generous with the lube on his cock, making sure it was totally slick. He stepped behind me and I bent forward, taking a second hit of poppers. He pushed against my hole. It was an aggressive push. He wasn’t graceful, but was a man on a mission. I’m sure I winced and gasped at first, but he didn’t give me a chance to do anything about it. His cock just forced my hole open and he roughly grabbed my hips. He just banged away at my ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. It was easy to find his rhythm, and I matched it by pushing back onto his cock when he thrust forward. There was some quiet smacking of skin on skin while he raw fucked me. Otherwise we were quiet, knowing anyone could walk into the restroom and interrupt us. We both knew time was short, and he wasn’t going to waste this chance. I was caught up in the thrill of a sleazy rest area fuck, buzzed on poppers with a stranger’s cock pounding me. He started to get more intense, and I knew what was coming. He grunted quietly, the rhythmic pounding now becoming long, deep, deliberate thrusts — he held each thrust inside me a moment before delivering another one as he pushed his load further up and in. He never asked or said a word; he just used my hole as his dumping ground. After how aggressive he’d been, I was surprised he decided to linger in my hole a few moments after breeding me. He seemed to be relishing the warm, tight space he’d just violated. Then I felt his cock slide out of me, and I started to stand up. ”You’re not done yet” I felt a hand push me back into the bent over position. The other daddy was still there — I had kind of forgotten about him. He lined his cock up with my hole and entered more slowly than the first guy had. I gasped a bit and quickly fumbled for my poppers and a strong hit. This cock was much thicker and penetrated deeper. “I’m already close,” he whispered. I couldn’t hold in the grunts as this guy fucked me. He had more style than the first, appreciating how good his own cock felt inside a tight ass. In the moment, I didn’t care we were in a public space. “Oh my fuck!” I said, feeling that hot cock use me. He seemed to be panting, and it wasn’t long before he unleashed his load, cum spraying inside me. “Oh fuck. Breed me~” He added his load, pushing it in deep and making sure he got everything from me that he wanted before pulling out. He tapped my ass, zipped up his lubed cock, and walked out of the stall. The first guy was also gone. I pulled my jeans back on, washed my hands, and headed out. In my head I was still reeling from the hot experience. Bred by two anon daddy’s in the rest area. Yes, I’m going back today.

This story is fiction and any resemblance to real events or real people, living or dead, is mere coincidence. Hope you enjoy it. PART ONE Robert was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, most of the time. Life wasn't perfect, but he had most creature comforts and some good friends, and had had an ok childhood, for the most part. He was fairly average, but still pretty handsome and good looking, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, that always looked just a little bit sad, almost like puppy-dog eyes. His smile could light up a room, though. His folks had split when he was young, though, and grew up with his Dad, who was quite emotionally distant, and this left Robert with a compulsion to seek validation or attention from wherever he could get it. In High School, he learnt to become the class clown, and enjoyed making people laugh, even if they were only laughing at him. When he was in his second year of High School, he had been getting bullied by some older students, being called names like homo or faggot, generally because Robert was not staunch or macho, rather more gentle and unassuming, and had a slight, lean frame. Robert was a bit of a late bloomer, and hadn't started showing signs of going through puberty yet, He didn't fully understand it when the other boys mocked him as gay or faggot or whatever, but he had some vague idea after hearing things from other high school boys about cock sucking or butt fucking. He wondered about himself for a while. It wasn't until he started puberty about a year later, that he started wanking and cumming himself, and having fantasies that included having sex with guys. He decided to taste his own cum a few times, which soon became very addictive. Fast forward a few years, and Robert was now in his mid 20s, and by this point, he had had sexual encounters with both boys and girls, but had made the conclusion that he was definitely gay. He had been visiting adult bookstores and going into the ones that had rooms in the back with video lounges or glory holes, and usually just got naked and jerked off until one of the other men, usually twice his age at least, got courage to suck him off or rim him. Robert was very passive in this sense, but, like his years of being the class clown, enjoyed the attention he got whichever way he got it, and started learning to enjoy being an object for other men to use. He would feel pampered as a man his dad's or grandfather's age would lick and press their tongues against his twitching hole like hungry dogs eating a meal like it was their last. He slowly, but surely, became addicted to cruising these places, and got a bit of a reputation. He got fucked quite a few times, but was careful enough to use protection, as he had been taught in Sex Ed classes during his high school years. He went again one night, after a couple of after work beers at a bar with his workmates, feeling horny as fuck. He took a minute when he arrived at the store to browse some of the items, the underwear section particularly catching his interest, and bought a white Bike brand jock strap, and asked for an entrance to the rooms at the back. "You can get changed into that jock in our changing room if you'd like, I'll give you a bag to put your other clothes in and keep them safe behind the counter while you're back there", said the guy at the counter. Robert took his advice, and got changed into just the jock, keeping his shoes on. He got a big whistle from the store clerk when he came out from the changing room, making him smile and blush. "Very sexy", said the clerk. "Comfortable?" "Yes, this fits great", replied Robert. "Have fun in there, I saw a couple of guys go in earlier, so I'm sure you'll get what you want", the store clerk said to Robert, with a bit of a chuckle, as Robert thanked him and smiled and waved after handing his clothes over and making his way to the back.

Excellent! Your cunt sounds like it might have gladly accepted the gift! Accept it! Embrace it! Cherish it! Hope your cunt was Pozzed!

Chapter 48; *Waking up at my parTy* I do not know how long I had been passed out, but when I finally regained consciousness I found myself tied face down on a fuck bench, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. I was at my parTy!

Chapter 47; *The 9 poinT turn continues* After he had finished writing on my chest and forehead his tirade of nasTy talk abruptly stopped as he took to a sudden intense concentration. Picking up the 9th broTherhood shoT he spent some time feeling around my neck, and very slowly, in went the needle, and very slowly the plunger depressed, pushing in Ayan's virus and a hiT of meTh, straight next to my brain! He took the needle out pressed on the puncture site, and whooo0000ssSh, I got an instant erection and as soon as I was fully hard I started shooting a bucket load of poz cum, the biggest load of my life, shooting all over my face, and into my frantically gasping and grunting mouth. - Oh fuck YEAH, swallowing your own poz fuck juice. What a nasTy slut. Now keep STILL. I instinctively brought my legs up with my feet on the ground and bent at the knees, then let my legs fall to the sides, then I began to whimper and kept on repeating over and over and over; Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me As I kept in repeating this two worded BEG Uncle Todd plunged in the 4 poinTs in each arm. NINE broTherhood shoTs in a few minutes, and I was now desperate for all the Dick and the highest viral loaded filthy toxic seed in the world to destroy my already highly charged toxic and bloodied battered cunT. My meTh giver knelt between my legs and slid his spiked PA Dick loaded with Gono pus, HIV & Hep C. I had no worries about catching anything from him. Firstly I was so off of my head I did not care, and more importantly, I was infected with everything he had anyway, from type of infection right down to each specific strain and genotype! Plus Uncle Chad's aggressive CRF19 strain, and all the other bugs in between that I had caught. I was now one serious fucked up meth'd off my head filthy bug bucket of a dirty nasTy whore! Uncle Todd brought his Leather executioner clad sunken cheek gaunt yellow faced yellow eyed sick face up to several inches from my face, and began to spit on me several times, laughing really arrogantly. Once his spit was added to my face of my own poz cum I had just shot over it and the99 written on my forehead he brought his body upright and began to fuck me again, but this time I must have been hallucinating as his canine teeth looked like they were growing into long fangs, and his Hep C yellow eyes turned a complete demonic glowing red. I now lost complete track of time and space so did not know how long he was fucking me for but he at one poinT stopped and ordered me to kneel with my bubble ass resting on my heels, facing the reversed pentagram circle, to look up at Ayan and not to remove my gaze from him. I did as I was told. This solid Arab stud was eerily motionless with his head still bowed and hands still clasped behind his back. Todd took a small silver sword that lay against the altar and pricked my finger with it, wiping the droplets of blood onto a piece of paper. As he done this he was chanting the ancient language just like he did when he was at mine when he demon fucked me. And in a small swift action he tossed the bloodied paper into the goblet of flames. As the paper began to burn all the bulbs from the dimly lit lamps blew, all the candles blew out, and the speaker system playing the Asmodeus chant cut out; We were in an instant plunged into total silence and complete darkness! Several seconds passed when where the once lit candles had been forming an open circle had been, a wall of flames shot up, waist up to Ayan, lighting up the entire dungeon basement. No sooner had light been restored I once again could see Ayan, a possessed Ayan! He still had his human body, but his head had become a bulls head, complete with long horns and a gold nose ring, and brightly glowing red eyes. The Scorpions on his chest were dancing and flicking venom in my direction, and his Monster of a Dick was no longer 90% flaccid. It was fully erect, pointing towards the ceiling, and oozing a thick cream coloured substance out and over his long thick shaft. In the background Todd was furiously masturbating, and bellowed another order to me; - Go to him PiG. Enter the circle and kneel before your Master. I crawled seductively towards my Arabian demon bull Ayan as I dripped heavily a salty meTh sweat, and as soon as I reached his feet, the flames that were at the opening to the circle closed around us, the circle now fully sealed, with nowhere to run and escape if I wanted to! He lifted me up like I was a feather, positioning his bull Dick at the entrance to my cunt. Rushing off of my tits on my massive meTh hit I rocked my hips and panted. I was desperate for him to be INSIDE me. He gave a few loud bull snorts then in one firm pull down of my body he rammed deep into me causing an instant sharp winding pain to the bottom of my sternum. He was too much to take; - Please stop. It's too much. I can't ta... But, the demon of Asmodeus inside my bull had no time nor patience for my pathetic pleas and commenced a ferocious bull fuck assault on bloodied up gaping highly charged up cunT. It was all too much for me and I lapsed into a semi conscious state with my body going limp including my head flopped forward with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. As I with each second felt that winding pain to the bottom of my sternum I kept on having flashbacks of various events in my life with my boyfriend Lew, family, and friends, with Todd watching on as I continued to be brutally devoured; - Fuck YEAH, destroy that poz PiG's nasTy cunT ... Stick it to the whore! And that is the last thing I remember hearing before I completely passed out.

Chapter 46; *The beginning of a 9 poinT turn* 💉💉💉💉💉💉💉💉 ........ 💉! I could now hear another chant bellowing from the basement speakers just like from when I was in the bathroom. However, this time the chant was to Asmodeus; Upon reaching the bottom of the steps I could see my boss Ayan facing away from me wearing a hooded black cloak. All I could see was the shape of the cloak as it covered him. By the broad shape I knew it was him. I immediately froze on the spot as I watched the ritual unfold. Ayan was mumbling something which I could not hear through the loud chants bouncing off the walls, ceiling and every object contained within the dark basement. He was surrounded by a large open circle of lit black candles as he sat on a bright red reversed pentagram etched onto a black marble floor. In front of Ayan was a shoulder height altar with tall black candles burning in silver candelabras and burning incense on top of it, and leaning against it at ground level were two more goat skulls, and some small silver swords. As he mumbled something unintelligible to my ears he was cutting his finger tips and rubbing the blood that he drew from them onto small pieces of paper which was followed by throwing the blood tainted paper into a goblet of flames. As I watched on I heard in the background the basement door shut, bolt, and be locked. I might have been high but I suddenly felt I really had to get out of there. I quickly turned around, and Uncle Todd stood there, naked, wearing his executioner hood, and moving his basement key holding wrist up and down in my direction; - Going somewhere are we? Not so fast PiG! He suddenly had an angry tone in his voice and a very stern look; - I TOLD you to lay in front of the altar. The beast does not favour disobedience. Lay on your back, legs together, and your arms by your sides facing up. Now GO! - Yes Sir *I responded meekly* I lay in the position I was ordered to, sideways to the altar and the entrance to the open circle that Boss Ayan was inside, in between both. I could not see his face properly because his head was slightly bowed and because of the large hood to his cloak. Todd came over holding 9 syringes full of meTh 💉, walked inside of the reversed pentagram circle, where his husband stood up, removed his cloak to reveal his massive broad Arabian physique marked by those two Scorpion tattoos on his pecs 🦂🦂. Without a word uttered he extended his arms in front of himself where he then had two tourniquets attached, with Todd promptly drawing charged up t☣️xic blood into each and every one of the 9 shoTs of meTh, immediately turning them into broTherhood shoTs. The two tourniquets were removed then attached to my arms. - Now keep VERY still. - Yes Sir. One by one I had 4 broTherhood shoTs attached to each arm. As they were inserted into my veins I had my head very slightly turned to look at my boss, who was now stood in the middle of the circle, right on top of the reversed pentagram, hands clasped behind his back, and head bowed. His HUGE unmedicated Monster donkey Dick very slightly swung like a pendulum on a Grandfather clock. It looked to be at least 90% flaccid. With 8 broTherhood shoTs of meTh and blood infected with HIV as a minimum stuck into my arms ready to be injected, a final instruction came; - Straighten your neck, look straight towards the ceiling, and keep completely STILL. - Yes Sir. He placed the 9th broTherhood shoT resting on my navel, went and got a permanent red marker pen, and wrote on my chest; S6AT6A6N's WHORE. And then he wrote onto my forehead; 6-6-6. As he wrote on me Todd began to get really verbally nasTy with me; - Look at you, what a complete fucked up nasTy whore you are full of absolute rotten viral filth, and becoming more toxic by the minute, and wanting even more ... ... Don't worry, with these 9 broTherhood shoTs your current viral load of 274 million WILL definitely increase, and with99 parTy goers tonight ALL of whom are going to blow their fucked up filthy seed up your poz piggy guts your current viral load is going to fucking explode. 💀🦂☣️

Chapter 45; *The return of Uncle Chad* ... I suddenly felt something penetrate my bloodied cunT, BUT, I could not see anyone there. And whatever it was it began to fuck me with the sling swinging back and forth. I actually felt whatever it was inside of me move in and out of my gaping demon fucked poz hole, and all I could do was let out muffled grunts through Todd's soiled Jockstrap .... OUCH; From out of nowhere I felt a sharp claw like scratch scratch me from near my left nipple right down and across to the bottom of my right rib cage. What the fuck was that!? Then I heard a voice speak softly to me in my right ear; - Stevie, .... Steeeeevie, I am back. Uncle Chad is here. Uncle Chad is fucking you. Nothing can separate us now. We are bound by our blood bond for eternity! This could not be, he only died this morning. Well, it was him, returned as a dark spirit, and he would fuck me or anyone else I was with if he wanted to, if the ports were open for him to enter our realm. My bloodied cunT was fucked like this for a good full hour. It hurt, but I loved it. I loved it because I was now a fully fledged poz PiG, and even though I was still at heart a Top if any other Top from now on wanted a piece of my poz ass, then, it was theirs! I also loved it because it was Uncle Chad even though he was no longer in the form of the kind man I knew briefly, and even though he was now presenting as a dark entity. About 15 minutes into the full hour I am sure I heard faint voices from the bedroom. It sounded very much like Uncle Todd, and my boss Todd's husband, Ayan. Mere seconds after the full hour had elapsed I heard the rattling of the door knob and the door was unlocked. As it opened Uncle Chad's dark force left quicker than a blink of a eye, the light went on, and the Lucifer chant was stopped. In walked Todd, and indeed Ayan who was wearing nothing but a pair of trackie bottoms. For the first time I saw his face and huge Scorpion tatted chest at the same time. He smiled at me knowingly when he knew that I now FINALLY realised for sure that he was the ''Silent Stranger'' from Aiden's club on the night of my dancing gig. Everything was now falling into place! - Well well well, look what we have here. That sweet little NEG English boy has been playing with fire, and has got burnt. Still English, but by Christ, certainly no longer NEG. [ Ayan said smugly ]. He continued to speak; - I think it is time he got some of what I have to share, don't you Darling [ ... as he strapped a tourniquet to his bulging bicep ] Uncle Todd smirked knowingly at his husband, and taking a syringe of meth he inserted the needle into his husbands arm, withdrew some blood, and then bam, I was receiving my second broTherhood shoT of the day. The silent stranger's HIV was now rushing into my system without having even ever laid a single finger on me. The new hit of meth hit my system and I was flying so high that I was suddenly having visions of my gang-bang at Aiden's club, and was now badly craving that amount of Dick and cum inside of me that I had received during that one night. Well, careful what you wish for. Because that night in question was just the starter. Tonight was the main course! - That's a deep scratch you have there ... - That wasn't on him when I left the room after Demon fucking him earlier. Must have had a visitor after I left. Ayan picked up the kicked over wooden stool, sat on it at the foot of the sling, and proceeded to FFist me continuously for the next two hours with the final several minutes of those two hours aggressively punch FFisting me on a continual loop. No relent. My cunT was now bloodied and completely trashed, yet my welcome to the broTherhood parTy had not even started. - Darling, let's go an eat dinner, then afterwards I'll go to the basement and commence with the ritual. What did my boss mean by ritual? Uncle Todd & Ayan both left the bathroom, leaving me laying in the sling, restrained, lights off, with Uncle Todd's pus-piss soaked Jock still stuffed in my mouth, and my bloodied cunT leaking cum and my cunT juice. A short while later Uncle Todd returned, removed his rank jock from my mouth, released me from the restraints, and guided me as I was unsteady on my feet to the red Leather couch where I properly rested with some fresh hot bone broth I was just given, with relaxed chat. After a decent rest and idle chat it was me that inadvertently abruptly directed the rest of the night in the direction it would be going; - What did Ayan mean by 'ritual'? - Well, shall we go and see, I reckon he is about now ready for YOU! C'mon PiG, finish up your broth and let's go. I quickly finished my broth, and off we went, down the staircase to the ground floor of their grand house, and across the hallway to the door leading down to the basement. As Todd went to open the door I started to shake. I was completely naked, yet, I was high on meTh and the house was warm. My inner being had sensed imminent Dark DANGER. He opened the door and gave me a gentle push so I had no choice but to step onto the top step. - That's it, now go down to the bottom of the steps, walk over to the altar and lay sideways to it, between the altar and outside of the opening to the circle where the beast will be waiting for you.

Finished writing the tail end of Chapter 45 tonight, and just whacked out Chapter 46 too ... The writing juices are back, and Stevie-boy is on his way to his ... Welcome to the broTherhood parTy 💉☣️💉🐷💉💦💉😈💉

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.

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.

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.

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PART NINE It was a couple of days later that Robert texted Peter... *Hey, it's Robert. From the ABS. This is my number* He put his phone down and went and had a shower, when he came back to his room, picking up his phone he saw he had a reply... *Morning bud, how are you?* *Good thanx* *I have an invitation for you.... as a sort of guest of honor.... Get to this address. This weekend. Saturday evening. 22 Southdown Lane. You'll need to be clean shaven, or waxed - all over. And douched. Txt when you get there* Reading the message, Robert's balls buzzed, and his hole twitched in anticipation and a newfound hunger. Since the other day when the two had fucked him, he felt a sort of emptiness in his ass that he was learning only more cock could satisfy. He wondered what was in store for him if he showed up at the address, and the more he thought about the possibilities...it made him hornier. He decided he'd save his load for the day, though, and not wank- at least not to the point of orgasm - still edging himself in the morning when he had morning wood, sort of a waking up ritual. Sometimes he'd just fondle himself in bed as he was waking up, sometimes he'd wank a bit, just enjoying the feeling of having a rock hard erection, getting himself nice and horny and fingering his hole while he did it. Sometimes he just got too damn horny and had to beat off a bit more aggressively and shoot his load all over himself. He would usually smear the cum on his skin and eat it off his fingers. Always tasted great. =======SATURDAY======== It was a real struggle for Robert to avoid wanking in the morning, he was so damn horny, knowing that this was the day, and after almost a full week's build-up, he was in full horn-dog mode. Basically all his thoughts on sexual activity of some kind, and he was somewhere between semi-erect and rock hard all day. He'd purchased a hair removal cream, and applied it all over, basically so he was hairless from the neck down, and stepped into the shower, letting the flow of water wash away any visible trace of pubescence. He also had a bulb douche, and had cleaned himself out thoroughly, as per the instructions in the message from Peter. He donned his jock strap, got dressed and headed out to the address. It was in a fairly industrial looking part of town, lots of big warehouses and factory buildings. There it was. Number 22. Southdown Lane. It was just a brass number screwed into the front of a steel door. He texted Peter. *Here now* He waited a couple of minutes....then heard the phone vibrate. A new message. *Door's open. Come on in.* Robert was a tad nervous, but went to the door, and opened it and walked in, his stomach doing backflips. Peter greeted him just inside the door. "Hey, glad you could make it. I think you're gonna really enjoy this. I just have one piece of advice. Whatever happens..... let it happen. OK?" Robert gave him a little smile, and replied "Yes, sir. I've been so horny leading up to this." "Oh, you have, have you, little slut?" Peter replied. His tone sort of jesting, but just slightly more stern and authoritarian. "One more rule. No talking. Now...." he picked up a black nylon hood, and passed it to Robert. "Put this on." Robert put the hood on over his head, obscuring his vision, but he was trusting of Peter, and knew that his obedience would most likely be repaid in the kind of sex he had had last time. It made Robert's cock throb. Peter helped Robert out of his clothes, leaving him in just his jock strap, and lead him into the next room, and then left him there, closing the door behind Robert, saying "He's all yours, chaps." Robert froze. His mind started racing.... Here he was, naked, for the most part, hooded, in a part of town he didn't know, with God-knows-who wanting to do God-knows-what with him, and.... "Get yo' ass over here, bitch!" A voice commanded, as Robert felt a strong hand grip his forearm and drag him through the room, towards a solid object, which felt upholstered in some kind of vinyl or leather, and with slight cushioning. He was forced to bend over it. "We've been told about you. You are a naughty little cunt, and you deserve punishment for your slutty behaviour." A second voice, a bit distant, as if watching from a few feet away, chuckled a low, sort of growling chuckle. *SMACK!* Robert felt the sting as this man smacked his ass cheek. *SMACK!* Then the other. *SMACK!* Then the other again. The man rubbed his hands over Robert's ass flesh, caressing the young man's buttocks. He ran his hands all over him, walking around to Robert's face, kneeled down and spat in his face. "Fuckin' whore. I'm gonna enjoy this." *SMACK!* The man kept smacking the lad's cheeks, first using his hand a few times, slow and rhythmically....then.... *SMACK!!!* This was a different sensation. Not as forgiving as a human hand. It was definitely something hard and flat, like a bat of some kind. Robert wanted to cry out in pain, but feared what might happen if he did, he bit his lip, and let a couple of tears roll down his cheek. *SMACK!!!* *SMACK!!!* *SMACK!!!* "Gonna get that ass nice and pink, boy." Then the second voice piped up, sounding a bit closer now. "OK, you've had some fun with the cunt, now it's MY turn, asshole...." "Fuck's sake, I'll beat you with this, too"... "Haha, fuck off... go stick your fingers in your ass and watch this, faggot." Robert felt himself being lifted off the bench he was leaning over by a hand around his throat, and arm, and he was shoved to the ground, to a position on his knees. The other man unzipped his pants, and Robert felt the warm, wet stream of piss cover him, first his head, then down to his chest, then over his cock and balls. "Fuck yeah, piggy. Take my piss. I like using dirty toilet sluts like you." The first guy also unzipped and unleashed a torrent of piss over Robert. "Aahhhh.... fuck yeah......Gotta remember to thank Pete for this, man. What a treat." He slapped Robert on the cheek, over his now piss soaked hood. The man then proceeded to bend over in front of Robert's hooded face, and reaching around behind, grabbed his head and pressed it against his ass, letting out a big, sloppy fart. *pffrrrt* "Enjoy it, pig." *pffrrrrt* Farted again, then he turned around and slapped Robert's face again, chuckling. "Nice stink for a dirty pig, huh?" Through all of this, despite them being so rough with him, Robert felt uncontrollably horny.... maybe it was that he had delayed his own orgasms for a while, or just that he was realising his role as a submissive pig. Ready to serve men, any men, any way they wanted him to. To be used like a piece of property. His cock was throbbing under his jock, rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Robert heard something like a metal chain clinking, as if it was being both carried and dragged at the same time. Then he felt a collar being placed around his neck, and after it was secured, he was told "Get up, on your feet." He was lead by the chain being pulled, across the room. When he was stopped and told to stand still, and raise his hands. He felt his wrists being secured in leather straps, and the other man forced his legs apart, in a similar distance to his wrists. His ankles were also secured. Then whatever he was fastened to started to move, lowering him into a horizontal position, lying down on his back. "You're gonna love this.... ...or hate it, either way, I don't give a shit."

PART EIGHT Peter got dressed, and went back to the front of the store, removing the "back in 15 minutes" sign from the shop's front window. Andre got up, tussled Robert's hair, and said "See ya around, mate", before walking out, leaving Robert alone in the now dark video lounge, as the movie on the screen had finished, to ponder his thoughts on what had just happened. He sat there by himself for a moment, feeling exhausted but still sort of horny, and a strange sort of feeling almost like an adrenaline rush. "Fuck", he thought to himself, "I've just taken two loads up my ass from complete strangers, one of them claiming to be HIV positive, and I let it happen. They basically used and abused me. They pissed all over me like a cheap whore. And I let them. I feel so dirty." The thoughts circling his head started turning Robert on, his cock started throbbing and becoming erect again, his hole tender and sore, but with a strange sort of twitching feeling, feeling empty and needing to be filled. Filled with a big cock like Peter's. He let out a wet fart, and felt his hole which was now leaking cum. He put his fingers in his mouth and tasted it, it tasted really salty but also kind of sweet, similar to his own. Robert loved eating his own cum, and it was especially satisfying tasting someone else's. He let instinct take over at this point, heading back to the couch in the corner, he sat down and jerked off, eventually shooting a modest load of his cum on his belly, and scooped it up with his fingers and ate it. "Mmmmmm, fuck that's good", Robert said out loud, to himself. As he came back to post-orgasm reality, he slowly became aware of his situation and surroundings. Here he was, naked, coated in dried piss and remnants of cum, sitting alone in the sleazy backroom video lounge of an adult bookstore. He got up and went to the toilets at the back of the store, where he gave himself a whore's bath in the wash basin with warm soapy water and paper towels. He hoped it would take care of the smell of stale piss, at least. He wasn't too worried about the cum, though. Going back to the video lounge, he got dressed and headed back to the front counter, to find Peter there, idly biding his time, waiting for customers. "I thought about your offer to swap phone numbers, I think I'd like to meet up again sometime, so...." Peter smiled, and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled his phone number down and handed it to Robert. "Ok, here's mine. Just send me a text telling me it's you and I'll save the number." Peter said. "Oh, and by the way.... Andre bred you raw, right? I know he's poz. Look, if you're concerned about the possibility that he might have pozzed you, you can go to a clinic and get PEP. However......" Peter seemed to lower his voice just a little at this point, but moved slightly closer, and looked straight into Robert's eyes intently, continuing "if you do catch the bug......not saying you will, but if you do..... there's still guys out there that will be happy to have sex with you. I know a few, myself, and could hook you up with some of them, if you like....". "Thanks, um.... I'll keep that in mind..." Robert replied, half smiling, and taking the piece of paper from Peter's hand. "What have I gotten myself into?" He thought, after leaving the store, and heading home to retire to bed for the night. However, he could not deny how horny the two men had made him feel, and the comments from Peter about the other guys he knew made Robert think about what they could possibly want to do.... Robert smiled to himself. "Life is good, for a dirty little whore like me", he thought.

PART SIXXX It was at this moment the door opened and the store clerk walked into the room, heading directly towards the main lounge, calling out as he advanced "Hey Andre, don't mind me. I just came in to take a piss. Oh, hey, from the looks of it you've been enjoying yourself." "Oh, hey, Peter, yeah, I sure have," Andre replied with a smile, adding "I sure have, got a nice piece of fuck meat here. And he knows his place." Peter chuckled "I bet he does now, especially after you've been doing your usual antics. Look, his ass is still bright red," moving close and taking a good look at the scene in which Robert moved from being on all fours to sitting on the concrete floor. "Are you okay, sweet pea?" Peter asked Robert. "Well, I've had quite a night so far...." Robert replied, grinning slightly. Peter turned to Andre, and grabbing his crotch, asked "Well, shit.... I still need to piss pretty badly. You don't mind if I use the toilet, do you?" "Go right ahead," Andre replied, with a smirk, knowing full well what the store clerk had in mind. He and Robert watched as Peter took off his pants and underwear, and, his flaccid cock in hand, approached Robert, stood over the young man who was still seated in anticipation of some new perversion. With that Peter released a steady stream of warm piss over the lad, giving a deep sigh of relief. "Ahhhhh, that's good," as he pissed on Robert's chest and crotch, reveling in saturation of Robert, a now well-used slutty pig. The men were amused to note Robert's penis started to swell into a semi-erect cock. "Look at what you're doing to me, filthy bitch." Peter said, addressing Robert. "Has this asshole dumped a load inside you yet?" Continuing, Peter asked "Has he hurt your sweet little poo-hole? Is it throbbing and swollen at the moment? I bet it is...." Peter's cock was now in his hand, and he was gently massaging his member, which was filling out, and, as Robert watched, his eyes grew large as Peter's cock grew and grew, swelling in size to what must have been at least nine inches in length, and having a far greater girth than that cock which had just fucked him utterly ruthlessly. "Guess who else would like some attention....."

I guess I'd better give my public what it wants, huh? Heh heh. PART THREE Robert's mouth was completely full of this powerful alpha male's engorged member, and he was loving every second of it, deep throating him, licking up and down the shaft, kissing and licking around the bulbous head and foreskin. By this point, he was basically drooling with saliva uncontrollably and getting the cock nice and wet. He could feel every bump of flesh, every bulging vein, the smooth texture of the glans, and the soft folds of skin in the foreskin, which, when loose enough, he sucked between his lips and pulled between his teeth, ever so gently. "Right. I think you're ready for this now. Bend over and show me your ass." Said the black guy, helping Robert move in to position, while he sat on the couch. "Fuck yeah, bitch. My kinda slut." Robert then felt two strong hands on either of his asscheeks prying them apart, exposing his sweet hole to the air, and this dominant man's breath. The man blew gently on his hole, causing Robert to gasp with surprise and pleasure, just before Robert felt the soft, warm and moist flesh of the guy's tongue licking him all over his ass, paying special attention to his hole, giving him the rimming of a lifetime. Robert was seeing stars, his cock rock hard to the point of being uncomfortable, threatening of being just on the verge of coming. "Aaaahhh.... oooooh... aaaaahhh..... mmmmmmm..... yyyyyeeeeeaahhh" Robert moaned, more and more gently and passionately.... getting more and more effeminate with each sigh or moan of pleasure. SLAP!!!! A big strong hand came down on his ass hard. "Definitely MY slut now, aren't ya?" The guy asked, seemingly very proud of his efforts. SLAP!! "Ahhhh" SLAP!! "Owww" SLAP!! "Please...." "Please what, bitch?" The guy asked, teasingly. "It hurts, Daddy". Robert replied. The guy started rubbing his ass with a flat hand over where he had been spanking the boy, rubbing the red raw flesh, making it warm, and kissed it. "Does it? It seems to me you're enjoying it" He replied, grabbing Robert's cock through his jock strap. "I think you need this more than you realise". SLAP!! "You're a naughty little bitch, a slut, a whore, and you're getting something VERY special, tonight." SLAP!!! "Ahhh". With this, the guy reached to where his clothes were, and removed the belt from his pants, then instructed Robert to kneel submissively in front of him, hands resting on his thighs, feet underneath his buttocks. He made a loop with the belt, with the buckle loose, and put it around Robert's neck, not choking him, but secured it tight enough to have some control if movement, like a leash... and then.... SLAP!!!! He slapped the young man in the face again. Hard. "You're a piece of shit, ya know that?" SLAP! "Whore." SLAP! "Don't fight this, I am under control of you and I will give you what you need. You don't have a choice now, do you? You may answer." The guy raised his hand above Robert's head, preparing to administer another slap to his now bright red face, and Robert was doing his best to not cry, but something was welling up inside him. Part sadness, part wanting this man to comfort him, the pain and sting of his face, not knowing what to do next, and wanting to obey, not just out of fear... but out of excitement. Out of doing something extremely kinky that he hadn't done before. Out of breaking some taboos. Out of becoming broken, and finally ready to really be the total faggot he was meant to be. "Well? You want this, right, slut?" The black guy asked. "Yes, please Daddy." Robert replied. "Treat me however you want, do whatever you want to do with me. Make me your slut." The guy chuckled a little. A sexy, slow, low chuckle. Almost a growl. Deep and low in pitch. "Just what I thought".

What "message" do you want it to "send" ? To read some of the posts here, there are guys who would get into this on both sides: i.e. from a 'Dom' side and from a 'sub' side. i confess there is something hot about it for me as well, but there is a line for me. i am not aroused by bullies or simply mean guys. i don't loathe myself and don't get into guys who loathe me and i don't relate to either side of those who are turned on or touched in some way by that. But there is a different place that is hard to explain, yet i have seen guys on both ends, giving and receiving, who obviously get it and are into it. So i know i am not unique in this. There is an affectionate humiliation that can be arousing to both the giver and receiver. i see piss as a powerful tool for a Dom or Top to exercise His lust and power to arouse through a sort of dominance and humiliation. i don't completely understand it, but how a Top pisses on a bottom can be a very powerful mind fuck. To me, just being mean isn't much of a mind fuck. It takes insight, power? for a Top to use His piss in a way that marks a bottom. To me the question becomes, how does the Top want to mark the bottom, or what kind of mark does He want to leave on/in the bottom? To me, the most powerful 'mark' is one that leaves a bottom bonded to the Top, and i see harm as the opposite of that. When a Top is fucking me and subtley pissing in me the whole time, that sends a very powerful message to me, and it also collars me. A Top who does permanent damage to something material doesn't really connect with me, i don't see much difference between that and him kicking a hole in the wall of my house. idk, it is different, but i am not bonded or possessed by someone who wants to harm or destroy. The power of a Mans piss for me is when He finds ways to use what He made with His body to effect me, or my body in a way that connects to my psychology. It's a hard one, attitude does play a huge role for me. And i can see where a Top might piss on my bed in a way that could have symbolic power... but i think there are other ways that are not destructive to make the same impact. Ways that would assert ownership, but not be, idk, petty? i'm doing a lot of 'thinking outloud.' i don't presume to have this all figured out. i will be interested to reads others thoughts and feelings.

One of the first full blown loads.

Holy shit, I just noticed that next month I'll have been here for 10 years.

I just had my second cock and it was uncut and 12 inches. He said he's never had a hole this young or tight and blew three loads in me back to back. I feel so good. He was so much hotter than the man who popped me too. I came handsfree in my jock when he was working the second load in me. I can't wait to have more.

No one's getting in my ass unless I've douched first. The down side is that it makes being spontaneous impossible. But with a good diet I can get myself ready pretty quickly.

(Cont…) 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. — Part 2. I felt my phone buzz. “Just knock when you’re here.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I was so fucking in over my head. And fuck me, I knew it. I had walked maybe 10 feet up his concrete driveway in East LA. And you could hear my heartbeat out in Malibu. I knew I was in over my head, but also knew how hot that was, how much it made my dick stir and my hole pulse. I was going to get fucked by this latino thug, maybe he’d slap me around a little, call me a puto. Maybe he’d even want his cum inside me. I was ready to have some fun, and that adrenaline? That uncertainty? It was hot. I could use some rough sex. But David? He wanted exactly what he told me he would want. My 20-year-old self… I just didn’t realize. I didn’t listen even when he told me exactly the truth. I didn’t listen when he repeated it before I came over that night. I didn’t listen, and I, well, I guess I needed the lesson. I needed that ultimate moment that shifts your life path, that moment when we discover who we really are. I far from knew it yet, but that's the lesson I needed. Its like some god of debauchery, some figure meant to corrupt born-fags — he let me ignore the warning signs, he let me look past so much... all of David's own warnings, all of those bullshit sexual assault seminars on campus about responsible behavior, all those things that Pastor Eric told me I'd be drawn to if I chose to be gay. I ignored all of it. And, well. There I was. Hard as a rock. I knocked. I remember how he opened the door, never showing himself. I remember the scent of sweat and man and drugs — I’d remember… after it was over… I'd remember that smell. That smell, that filthy reality — it was my future. I knew it. Somewhere deep down… past the porn, and the fantasy… I just knew. Years later I’d remember how that smell meant I was really getting used. Fucked Up Used. There was a connection there, some cerebral soldering that would turn every drug fueled gang bang of my 20s into a drug unto itself. An addictive one. One that meant I'd pursue extremes, submit myself to Men, hurt myself for men. It meant I'd sell myself to men not for profit, but to prove a point about hierarchy. That smell eventually meant I was doing it just fucking right; that night, that night it was simply new. David opened the door. After I stepped inside, into the dark, I got a glimpse from a light in the corner. He was fucking huge. Built. 6’3, maybe 6’4. Fit, dark skinned. Tatted with full sleeves. “Christ” was written across his chest. I couldn’t see it, but I knew: he was hung. I shut the door and smiled at him. I was going to have some hot, rough, fun sex. And then he slapped me. He slapped me so hard my head spun. He drew blood. Not a lot, but enough that I felt it and saw it on my hand. I had to catch myself with a step sideways. I was so off balance, and he caught me. I guess you’d call it a catch? He reached one arm out, and it was enough to support my entire weight. I remember thinking he cared. That I told him I liked slapping. That this was fun. It would be fun. I just need to, reset, ya know? This was just a heavy start. “You knocked, fag. We know what that means." And then -- and it felt so odd -- he touched my hair with his free hand, he touched it gently even. Like I was a prized possession. My cock had gone from shriveled with fear to rock hard instantly. I remember answering him, trying to sound seductive. "That we get to have some fun?" I coyly answered. "Not 'we' faggot." He pulled his arm back, made a fist, and our eyes held contact. He punched me square in the face, my body going limp as he pulled out his other arm; I hit the floor and I was out fucking cold. He, for the first time that night, was rock fucking hard.

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.

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.

At first the title doesn't sound that out of the ordinary... But I do HIV testing @ the local Sex Club/Bathhouse. This afternoon I noticed this cute cub like 20 something hanging obviously with his "daddy" of about 60 ( he was nothing special) I tested the 26 yo first and when I gave him his negative result the hug turned into making out and I felt a very FAT average length cut cock get very hard. I sucked him a bit and he asked when I was done. And said he'd wait around. During the next couple hours I tested the Daddy too, and the cub asked if he could watch... I said sure, I finished and met them at their room... It didn't take much time, i dropped my shorts, sucked the cub a bit and go doggy on the bed. I had pre lubed and he slid in slowly but easily. He fucked me slow & fast for about 15 minutes, Daddy was enjoying the show and rubbed my back and ass as his boy fucked me. we moved further up the bed and I started to ask if he'd give me his load... Asked me to beg for it which I did and was soon rewarded. I don't often do this on work hours ( well it was after) and it was HOT. They return to Upstate NY tomorrow morning.

Nothing fills me with feelings of 'conspiracy' like an american presidential race. my reason does kick in and i know better (i hope lol) than there being some powerful organization pulling all the strings behind scenes, but over all, i think presidents in america are bought and paid for, not elected. i watched several of the democratic debates and felt a tiny bit encouraged (but only a "tiny bit") by some of the articulate intelligence of some of the candidates. But with each successive debate i watched the intelligence wane and get replaced by canned slogans designed to have mass effect. sigh. When it came down to Biden, my response was WTF?!? i kinda liked the cute gay guy, the two women and Bernie (though concerned about his age). Biden was not even on my list? Yeah, i too have concerns about his mental decline, but that is not a hidden issue, eh? If it's obvious to us, it's obvious to the powers behind him and the fact that he is still their choice sort of supports the notion that presidents are token at best? That others in power are making the day to day decisions? Reagan was in mental decline the last couple of years of his presidency. i don't think we really have a government "of the people, by the people and for the people." That representative government is long gone. i read a book a few years ago. "Infidel" by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. It's a fascinating biography of a woman who grew up in a strict Muslim culture in Somalia and Arabia. She managed to escape the constraints of her cultural upbringing (thus the books title: "Infidel"), immigrate to the Netherlands and in a short period of time become a citizen and member of parliament. To me, that speaks of a representative government. In the US, we get handed two candidates every four years and are told that constitutes a "choice." i cannot remember an election where i ever felt represented.

First, there's no single "GOP Establishment". There are the country club Republicans, who ran the show until Reagan came along. There are the anti-tax pro-rich Republicans, whose only real concern is making the rich richer. There are the Talibangelicals, who want to ban abortion, eliminate gay civil rights, and return women to second-class status. These last two groups more or less split power from Reagan forward, with the anti-tax crowd mostly in charge. What most of them have in common is this: they may personally hate Trump, but they don't give a shit; for the latter two groups, in particular, he's delivered for them. The Religious Reich has gotten a buttload of federal judges confirmed since McConnell refused to confirm scores of Obama's appointees in the final two years of his term; one out of four federal appeals judges is now a Trump appointee and most of them are young (50 or under), so they'll be on the bench for 30 or more years, handing down horrible decision after horrible decision, rolling back decades of progress. And the anti-Tax people got a $2 trillion handout in 2017 (spread over ten years, but still), of which approximately 126% is going to them (because on the low end, people will actually owe MORE taxes by the end of the tax bill's term). They may both hate Trump, but they're solidly behind his re-election because they know if they can get four more years of judges and another tax cut through, they're set for life. As for populism: there's more than one strain of it and some of them conflict with others. Populism is a broad description of policy means and goals, not a coherent political philosophy. Putting Sanders and Trump in the same basket politically is beyond dumb.

Worse than that: it was on October 28 (roughly 12 days before election day on November 8). It's worse because in many states, early voting had begun. Here in Louisiana, where you and I both live, it opened on October 25 and closed November 1. Comey's announcement saying "Never mind, there's nothing new here" came on November 6 - after it was too late for most early voters to change their minds, and too late for the word to effectively spread that the "new" investigation was a bigger bust than the first one. There's question as to whether that provided the margin in the three relevant states that effectively elected Trump on their own. There's better evidence that Jill Stein, a fake candidate backed by the far-right in hopes of taking votes from Clinton) sucked away enough votes from Clinton in those states to throw the election to Trump. Given Stein's connections with Russia and how opaque Green Party finances are, it's a good bet that her campaign was paid for by pro-Trump forces trying to steal the election.

I myself don't always stay completely erect when getting fucked. I like it this way because there's no chance of shooting earlier and losing the mood. If I'm not completely hard it also relaxes my anus so it's a little easier to receive that occasional cock that might be a little bit bigger. I like keeping the mood longer with a half chub so I can get fucked longer.

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

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To rawplug Yeah, lying in the sling getting fucked as people waited for buses outside was so cool! Probably have been bred by the same guys, though I tended to go for the older, sleazier crowd. It's a bit of a blur now, but I remember my first visit vividly. Within 20 minutes I was seduced into the sling, poppered up, legs apart and raw fucked and bred. By the time I had realised what happened it was too late to worry about it, and I left there a confirmed pig with a dripping hole.

Part 4 Damm, The printer up here won't connect to the computer since I messed with it." Dad’s out, I can use his, I know the password. I didn't know why, but the thought of this spooked me, I felt wrong about using Dads computer without his knowledge or permission, especially since, me being his son, I imagined Dads computer was used for one reason. But I was addicted as to what excited him? I would be able to see what Dad did in his alone time. One click would show me everything he was into. I don’t know why, but I needed to know. As I thought about it my boxer-briefs slowly began to feel tighter and tighter, would dad prefer the type of movies I myself sometimes watched when I was alone?. The type of movies that women appeared in?, Gangbangs?gloryholes? all sorts flashed through my mind, I was rock hard. I crept into Dads bedroom, It had an overpowering, yet not at all unpleasant aroma of sweat and musk,and masculinity; last time I was here, I fucked my father in this bed, his bed!!, anyway The laptop was closed on his desk. The chair was pushed away from the desk: the perfect position to have one hand on the keyboard, and the other doing something else. I imagined Dad sitting there, with his robe open watching a gay bareback orgy perhaps, some sweat slowly moving down through the small patch of dark hair between his pecs. Slowly dripping down his toned body, great physique from his rugby playing days, ending in a thick mat of wiry black pubes, while he wanked his throbbing cock to satisfaction. My cock which had swollen to its full capacity was begging to be released from my jeans almost cumming in my pants. Reflecting....Had I become sick? This was my Dad who again I imagined blowing his load. What was wrong with me? I was thinking about some weird twisted shit, that's all. Anyway, as usual my cock and lust led me on and I made my way to the computer and opened up Safari and noticed the history button. I felt butterflies and a twinge in my groin. My cock was slowly dripping to the point where the tip was touching the wet spot where pre-cum had oozed out a few minutes before. One quick look I thought, I needed to know I didn't realize it, but as I dragged the mouse and clicked, I was scared and I had held my breath. My dick was growing faster now... OMG.....Nothing. No history to show!!!!. The only item was the website Ebay. Damn,got out of Safari and was about to turn off the laptop when I noticed the Chrome icon in the bar at the bottom of the screen. Hadn't Dad always told me to use Chrome instead of Internet Explorer? Maybe this was his preferred browser. I hadn't even had to check the history to see what Dad was looking at. Dad apparently hadn't closed out of the window after his last jerk session. The site that he favoured was BBRT and RawTop. I knew what Dad had come to these sites for. Rubbing my cock underneath my jeans, I clicked on the history icon, this time confident I would find something. What I saw instead almost made me blow my load in my pants then and there. "Incest" was the category he preferred. "Dad has Needs", "My son Rob", "My Dad and Me". While I was imagining Dad jerking off, to be honest I didn't know how to feel about this. Seeing it in print, I kinda felt wrong, dirty. But deep down, something about this felt so right, It felt so Right..... I had a further shock before I closed the computer with what i saw , is he really into this???? I decided I would never think about this again. Dad was just sex deprived I had already decided. Getting laid was all he needed to get rid of these nasty thoughts But later that night I closed my eyes and all I could think about was my Dads cock and arse, and what I had just found on his laptop. Now what do I need to do. .............

PART FOUR "Get up, get on your feet." Robert did as he was told, as he was starting to feel a strange but powerful sense of comfort in taking instructions and being obedient to this man. He had made Robert feel things in a way that no other man had yet done, and he started to realise, he wanted more. The guy started caressing Robert's chest, running his hands all over him, and lent forward to his face, placing a hand behind his head, and began to kiss him, Robert kissing back gently, and opening his mouth to be greeted by the cunning master's tongue. This sexual beast had Robert in shivers as they passionately frenched a few minutes, kissing and sucking each other's tongues, then the guy started rubbing Robert's nipples, gently at first, then pinching, applying more and more pressure, getting some gentle moans out of Robert in return. Then the guy lowered his head and took one of the lad's nipples in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue his tongue around it, Robert's moans becoming more exasperated and pleasured while he did this. "My slut likes his tits teased, huh?" Said the stud. "Fffffuuuuccckkk yes, Daddy. Feels soooo good". Robert replied. The man then bit down, not too hard, but hard enough to get a loud set of pained and exasperated oooh's and aaah's out of Robert's sweet lips, then... The man stood back just a little, roughly grabbed a handful of Robert's hair, and spat in his face. "Cunt". Spat at him again. "Open your mouth". He spat inside Robert's mouth. "Say thank you." "Thank you", Robert obligingly replied, in his newfound understanding. This made him feel so dirty, so used, so..... He couldn't fully explain it, but he loved it. Again, he wanted more. He left his mouth open. The man spat at him again. "You really are trash, aren't you, bitch?". He slapped Robert in the face. Robert moaned in pleasure and approval. He wanted to show this dom he had began to learn his place. Who he really was. A faggot. A slave. A submissive whore. A cheap piece of fuck-meat for any man wanting to use him. Pain and abuse made him horny as fuck. He was, in essence, a Masochist. The man pinched both of Robert's nipples, hard. "I know how to use a slut. Tell me what you want. You really want to make Daddy happy, yes?" The man asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, Daddy". "You're a trashy cum-dumpster whore, aren't you, faggot? You like being abused and verbally degraded, don't you?". "Yes Daddy. I love it." The man chuckled. He had the young man by the short and curlies now. He had broken him, and he knew it. He could see he had control, and the little slut would let him do anything he wanted. "On your knees, and open your fucking whore mouth, as wide as you can, and keep it open". Robert knelt down, and the man roughly grabbed his hair with both hands, then pulling Robert's head forward, jammed his cock down Robert's throat, making him gag. He pulled out, leaned over and spat in his face. "Take some poppers. Hit it about 5 times. Deep breaths." The man waited, still clutching Robert's hair while the lad breathed in the acrid fumes. "Open your mouth again." He forced his throbbing cock into Robert's throat, at first a bit slower and more gently this time, but built up pace, and was soon fully throat-fucking him, making Robert drool like a rabid animal. "Yes.... yeeeeessss, bitch. Get my dick wet. This is for your own good, cunt. Cause I think you know where I'm gonna stick my tool next."