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1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

My Boy’s Double Breeding My boy and I love to share his holes with other guys, preferably raw. I just love seeing other guy’s breed him, especially if we know that they’re POZ or didn’t stop to ask their status. I’d say I’m there nearly every time he takes a stranger’s load, but he surprised me one day last summer with some fresh cum dripping out of his ass after a run. My boy went out for his jog one Saturday morning. He was gone a bit longer than usual. I’d planned on having breakfast ready when he got back, but he seemed to be taking a while. I knew I shouldn’t be worried, so I didn’t bother texting him. I figured I’d finish the eggs when he got back while he was showering off. About twenty minutes later, my boy came in the front door, panting, grinning, and dripping with sweat. His shirt was tucked into the back of his spandex shorts and I gave him a big hug and a kiss on his sweaty lips. He melted into me, moaning. I slid my hands down to his ass and he pulled away and winked. As he headed to the bathroom, he looked back and me and grabbed his shirt, revealing his shapely buns in their spandex. I saw a dark streak in the crack of his shorts. I raised my eyebrow and followed him to the shower. He stripped down and showed me his sexy ass, spreading his cheeks. As he bent over the edge of the tub, I saw a glob of cum ooze out of his puffy hole. My boy was proud of himself. I leaned forward and lapped it up. ‘Fresh cream?’ He giggled and moaned as I lapped at his slutty freshly fucked hole. Turns out, he’d taken a different route through the park today and saw a handsome stranger leaning against a tree. He told me everything as I ate his cummy hole. He made an extra loop and passed by the man again, this time with a buddy standing together. When he ran by again, he pulled his shirt up over his head and slowed down, sliding his hands down his tight abs into his shorts. One of the guys winked and gestured to the bushes. My boy ran a few steps ahead of them and leaned against a tree, pulling his shorts down below the cleft of his ass. Without even looking around, one guy whipped a big hard cock out and slid right in, raw. The other guy was whispering filthy things, ‘take that raw dick, slut!’ ‘You want that load, don’t you?’ My boy just moaned approval. The other guy had whipped his dick out too, and my boy saw a telltale biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes as he jerked off. The wanker was about to cum, but the guy pounding my boy didn’t want to stop, so he aimed his dick at my boy’s lower back and shot his load where gravity would deliver it to its rightful home. The extra lube and fucking that POZ load was too much for the top stranger to take and he fired his load deep into my boy’s ass. Before my boy could catch his breath, the men were gone. My boy tucked his shirt into his pants to cover the seed oozing out of him and headed right back to me, eager to share his fresh deposits. I got so hot I couldn’t help but spit some of the cum I’d been savoring in my mouth onto my dick and jammed myself into my boy’s freshly bred hole. It only took me a few moments to add my load to those already simmering in his guts. We showered together and ate breakfast. I knew next Saturday we’d go jogging together.

I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..

The next one got a little long, so I broke it up into two parts... ------------ Paying Our Dues, Part 1 I kept walking by the dining table that now had a paper sack containing my prescription as a centerpiece. It was still stapled shut and the long receipt was folded and sitting alongside. Some days I would chuckle and doubt I would ever open it up and other times I'd remember what made me go on meds last time. "It wasn't time, yet" I told myself. A few nights after I had been down to Dragonboy's place I was sitting on the couch watching a really bad horror flick on TV. I'd smoked a few joints so it seemed a lot better than it really was. Funnier, anyway. In the movie, a cop jumped out of his squad car and started fighting the zombies. The cop immediately reminded me of Carlos. "Fuck!" I yelled out. If I put Carlos off much longer I was going to be hearing him knocking at the door. I grabbed my phone and sent a message off to collegeboy - "remember cop @ park?" It didn't take long and he replied "omg why". I sent back "remember deal?" "fuck" he answered. "u will b" I replied, chuckling and hoping he was the only one getting fucked. I rummaged around and found the card Carlos gave me when he caught us in the park. I had never bothered to look at it before and the only thing on it was an email address and a phone number. And maybe a cum stain or two. I picked up my phone and was about to call him but I realized I needed to know when collegeboy was going to be available. A few messages back and forth gave me some times he could meet up and satisfy Carlos. I dialed the number, not knowing what he really wanted. All I knew was that he hadn't forgotten and it was probably not a good idea to piss him off. It went to voicemail and I left a message - "Hey. This is Craig. You gave me your card and wanted to meet me and my buddy. Give me a call back and we can set something up." I left him my cell number and set the phone down. It didn't take long and I got a call back. He was light on the details but Thursday night at eight I was to be over at his place with collegeboy, ready for action. Over the next couple days I had a few messages from collegeboy who seemed to be getting more nervous each time. "I'll be there. I won't let anything get too far out of hand" I told him. I'd also told him to be prepared, since I knew Carlos could get pretty rough and he should show up all prepped to get fucked hard. We met down in the lobby and caught an Uber to the address Carlos gave me. It turned out to be a nice 3 flat on a quiet side street with a tall black wrought iron fence outlining a well manicured small front lawn. I pressed the buzzer for apartment 'A', and the lock buzzed a few seconds later letting us in. When we got to the front door, another lock buzzed and we walked into the vestibule and over to door 'A'. The door slowly opened and Carlos stood there in a pair of worn jeans and black military boots. It had been a while since I had seen him out of uniform and if anything he looked even better than last time. His chest was chiseled with a light dusting of hair over each pec. A tribal scorpion tattoo hid among the fur on his left pectoral and a thin trail of fur led down past a very defined six pack into his jeans. His biceps bulged and the muscles tapered down to his wrist. I knew of a few fisting bottoms that would love to feel that forearm inside them, but most guys would be lucky to take much past his wrist. "Both of you, strip" he said as the door closed. While I wasn't much for taking orders, this one was one I did obey. Collegeboy neatly folded his clothes and placed them on top of his shoes by the door. I did the same, but mine weren't so neat. We followed Carlos over to a door and down the stairs into the basement. The open area had been divided into three sections, a storage area at the back, an office set up for gaming in the middle and a large bedroom area in the front. Carlos led us to the bedroom area and once there I realized it wasn't a bedroom at all. It had a bed, yes, but also had a large cage, metal wire shelves lined one wall with numerous plastic containers on every shelf and several strong eyelets were screwed into the reinforced ceiling joists. "What's your name?" Carlos asked with his best cop voice while looking at collegeboy. "Tim, sir" collegeboy replied meekly. Over the past few years I had made it a point to not learn the names of my hookups. Their screen name or some other nickname I gave them was good enough to get by since I was trying to follow my "don't get too close" mantra. Dragonboycn had become dragonboy, odyssey2002 became collegeboy, etc. Here I was, getting another bit closer to collegeboy. At least it wasn't my choice to find out his real name. "On the bed, Tim. On all fours. You know the drill" Carlos said, a little softer this time. Collegeboy climbed on the bed which was covered in a rubber sheet. I imagined that not a lot of sleeping had been done on the bed, except from an exhausted bottom, and the rubber sheet made cleanup easy after getting coated in lube and various bodily fluids. Tim looked really sexy once he was in position, crouched down with his ass high and hanging off the edge with his head nearly flat on the sheet. I was distracted looking at Tim and didn't realize that Carlos had pulled a metal chair over near the bed. When I realized it was there, it was a good six to eight feet away from collegeboy and on an angle so you could see his whole profile. "Have a seat, pozzer" Carlos said to me. I took a glance back at the chair and sat down on the wood seat and realized that it was very heavy and sturdy. My gaze was still on Tim, wondering what Carlos had in mind. "Put your hands behind you" Carlos said, this time in a calm, soothing voice. Before I had realized what I had done, the click of the metal handcuffs told me I had just made a huge mistake. "Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be. Guess you can be a good subbie if you need to be. I'll remember that" Carlos said with a sneer. As I started to object, Carlos wrapped a velcro strap around my left ankle and the chair leg. I tried to fight him off with my one free leg, but it was a losing battle and soon he had my right leg strapped on the other front chair leg. "Fuck!" I muttered and Carlos looked back at me, quietly laughing. He let out a loud whistle and I heard some feet scampering down the steps. Looking over, a naked hispanic guy about collegeboy's age, with long hair in a ponytail came around the corner. The guy came closer and I could see him better in the dim light. He had a sturdy leather collar with a ring on the front around his neck and numerous tattoos all over his arms and chest, a few I recognized as gang markings. His body was slender with little of the muscle definition Carlos had. The tail reached over halfway down his back and he had multiple piercings in each ear. "Boots, Juan" Carlos barked out and the guy hurried over and was on his knee untying the boots Carlos was wearing. Once untied, each boot was carefully removed and then the pair was set over near the foot of the stairs. Carlos removed his jeans followed by some tight black trunks, handing both of them over to Juan. Juan folded both and then placed them on a chair near the boots. Carlos walked in front of me, stroking his semi-hard cock and stopped a few feet away. I remembered his cock - it was the thing that drew us together all those years ago. We had the same length, the same girth, and both of us were uncut with the foreskin overhanging just slightly. It was like we were fucking ourselves. I ended up fucking him more than he did me, but that's the way I wanted it. Once the novelty of feeling what my bottoms felt wore off, which was very quick, I realized I was strictly a top. Carlos looked at Juan and pointed at a spot next to me on the floor. "Kneel, boy" he commanded and Juan did exactly as he asked - kneeling on the floor with his hands held behind his back with imaginary cuffs. "Here's how this is gonna go. I'm gonna fuck your boy. Or is it boyfriend? I never pegged you for being a relationship kind of fag, but you two looked so cute jogging together over to the bushes to fuck, so maybe you are" he said. Carlos paused and then continued "Just like every guy in this city, I'm horned up and haven't been getting much other than nailing Juan here almost every day. I've pumped hundreds of loads into him over the past two years, proving those meds really do work 'cuz he's still neg as of yesterday. But, I need variety and as good as his straight ass is, I need someone new. That's where your boy comes in. If he'll take your charged up seed then he won't mind my medicated load." He stopped again and looked back and forth between collegeboy and I. He raised his eyebrows and looked disapprovingly at me and asked "I assume you're the one that knocked him up. Or did you whore him out to a bunch of your toxic buds?" "I did him" I replied coldly. "I'm sure you're proud of that too. Another notch on your bedpost. Well, that's the second part of this. Once I've done your boy, you get to use my boy. Juan here is a rescue. I own him now after saving him from the county jail where he was being raped all day long until one of the rival gang members tried to earn points for taking him out. He took a few stabs the first time and another two the second time before I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. The judge seemed to agree with me that an ass that good couldn't go to waste. So, instead of doing his time in jail, he does it here. Everyone wins. He doesn't get killed in jail, I get a slave to do anything I want and the city gets one more gang member off the street" Carlos explained. I looked at Juan and the blank stare he had told me that the story was pretty much true. The only part that was missing was my involvement. Carlos could see my confusion and then said "I was looking for another way to bond him and me and when I found out you were pozzing Tim, I knew what it was. Juan is going to have the same bug inside him that I do. The one you so generously gave me without warning, letting me find out during my annual physical with the department doc. And as a bonus, since you told me Tim now likes to breed, he will get to add his strain to Juan's currently HIV-free body." My mind was buzzing trying to grasp the sick shit that Carlos was telling me. My dick was getting hard at the thought too. I wasn't sure if this was part one of a repeating scene where we fuck Carlos's sub until we know he is poz or if it was a one time gig. Carlos walked over behind Tim, spread his ass apart and spit on the tight hole. I knew it wasn't enough lube and I didn't know if collegeboy had pre-lubed before coming out tonight. The scream he yelled out when Carlos rammed his cock into Tim's ass told me he hadn't or at least not well enough. The fuck wasn't really all that different than my first fuck with collegeboy, but in that case I was doing it to give my bug the best chance of infecting him. Carlos just fucked hard because that's how he likes it. There were no short strokes getting longer until he was fully planted inside Tim's chute. The first plunge went half way and then every one after it were full strokes and sometimes more. I had always been impressed with collegeboy's stamina and ability to take a rough fuck without much complaint. But as I watched it now as an observer instead of as the top, I wanted Carlos to go easier on him. Carlos couldn't poz him again, so what was the point other than he was a sadistic fucker that loves to see his bottom in pain. After several minutes, he bent over Tim's back, pushing his shoulders the rest of the way to the bed as he relentlessly pounded his ass. I looked over and Juan still had that blank, emotionless stare in his eyes. I'm sure watching collegeboy get fucked gave him a new perspective on how he had been drilled the past two years by Carlos. As we watched, Carlos slowed down and pulled himself free of Tim's hole before tossing Tim's body on his side and then hoisting his legs over his shoulders. He slid in a lot easier this time and collegeboy let out a loud moan. Carlos looked over while he was drilling Tim and said "Suck him, boy." Juan immediately crawled over between my legs. My shaft was hard as a rock and Juan had his face buried in my crotch sucking the head into his mouth in only a few seconds. It was a decent blowjob, but I could tell it wasn't something he loved to do. "You like taking poz dick, boy?" Carlos asked Tim. "Hell, yes, sir. Too bad yours isn't toxic" collegeboy replied. It wasn't what Carlos wanted to hear and he slammed his dick in hard, making Tim stifle a scream. "You're going to be lucky to get any dick or ass soon. Once guys find out you're poz no one's gonna want to fuck you. Just the other poz guys and the clueless ones" Carlos said while he started fucking faster. After a few minutes, Carlos said "Shit, you're gonna stealth em all, just like your breeder." Tim didn't reply verbally, but I could see a smile on his face. Juan was bouncing on my cock, coating it with a lot of spit. I looked down his back and his butt looked so good. It was one of those small bubble butts that almost look like they're not real. Firm, smooth, with a nice gloss on it from the sweat. It was going to look good wrapped around my cock and the thought immediately made my cock start to drip. With my legs and hands bound, all I could do was watch, though. I looked up and saw Carlos slam in and grind his hips on collegeboy's ass. It was a move I did many times when I fucked Tim and was always rewarded with him trying to coax a load of cum out of my cock. Carlos growled and I was pretty sure Tim was doing the same thing to his cock. I even laughed quietly, but loud enough for Carlos to hear. "What's so fuckin funny?" Carlos barked out. I smiled and waited a moment before saying "He milked your cock really hard when you shoved into him just now, right?" "Yeah, what's it to you?" Carlos asked. "He may be young, but he knows how to get what he wants. Feels damn good too, but you're gonna be dumping your load in him soon whether you plan on it or not" I replied. "I do it when I want to" Carlos grunted out. I knew that collegeboy had him exactly where he wanted him. Those strong, young muscles were going to work his shaft and make sure that Carlos bred him a lot sooner than Carlos wanted. "FUCK!" Carlos yelled out before slapping Tim's ass hard. I'd been in the same position a few times and while Tim pretended to loosen up and "learn his lesson", he would wait a minute and then clamp his ass down and then flex his ring around the cock in his ass until it was shooting every drop Tim's ass could suck out of it. Sure enough, just as Juan pushed his face all the way into my crotch while wedging my cock in his throat, collegeboy attacked with his ass. "FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK! NO!!! God damn it boy, you're gonna pay for this!" Carlos screamed out while I watched his body twitch. I laughed again, this time much louder. Juan pulled off my cock and looked back to see what was so funny. He shook his head and went back to tending to my cock. After a minute, Carlos pulled out and started taking a few steps in my direction. I realized I wasn't in a position to antagonize him. "Up!" he called out and Juan very quickly obeyed. A finger pointed to the bed and Juan was crawling on it next to Tim in a second. Carlos crouched down and removed the velcro straps holding my legs and then went behind me and took off the cuffs. He tapped me on the shoulder and I stood up....

Hey guys, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Thanks for the kind words. Here's the next chapter, I should have another one for you soon. Part 8 Alex rummaged around the toys, while Jeffery attached restraints to the boy. Soom he found the Humbler. Brent's expression turned to one of fear as he let out a whine. As good of a boy as he was at taking abuse, he never-the-less really, and I mean REALLY hated his balls to be the target. They were extra sensitive. But to his credit, he did not object or utter a word. That's because he knew if he did, whatever torture they had planned would double. He knew he had to just take it. He was shoved down to the middle of the floor, and in no time flat, he was head down and ass up. His wrists were attached to his ankles with the Humbler stretching his little balls between his legs. But they weren't done. Soon he was blindfolded and a penis gag was shoved into his mouth and buckled tightly. This gag was about five inches long, so it lodged itself in the back of Brent's throat and never moved. The final touch was a pair of sound blocking headphones connected to Alex's phone which played nothing but static. He turned it up loud, guaranteeing the boy would have no clue what was going on around here. Then Joe placed the tip of a really large buttplug against Brent's defensless hole. It shimmered from the powder all over it as Alex placed his booted foot against the base of it. Then, with one mighty thrust of his leg, the plug was slammed into the boy. Even though Brent's hole was very well used, he screamed as the Tina covered plug ripped into him. Meanwhile, the rest of us had tied down our young prince in a spread eagle position, blindfolded, suction cups on his nipples, the dirty jock taped back in his mouth and the metal Tina covered plug back in his hole. Alex, Jeffrey and myself lit 3 black candles while Steve worked his magic with the electro box and Joe and Dave filmed the action. Now, these black candles burned a little bit hotter. Not hot enough to leave burn marks, but hot enough for Eric to think he was on fire. I dropped the first little bit on him, right in the middle of his chest while Steve administered the perfect jolt down his penis. Eric's young body went ridged and his back arched as he screamed. A fresh sheen of sweat broke out on his body as this new pain both shocked and burned him. He twisted in his bonds but was unable to escape. Alex dripped next onto our captives stomach causing more screams and more thrashing from our teenage victim. Jeffery was next as he dripped some hot wax onto Eric's feet. The boy jerked and screamed into his gag, shaking his head back and forth as he panted through his nose. We turned our attention to Brent as Alex lined up his booted foot and landed a solid kick square on the boys balls. Brent screamed like a bitch into his gag. Tears instantly flowed from his eyes as all three of us dripped hot wax across his back. We went back and forth between the boys with Brent's poor little balls getting the worst of it. Sometimes Alex would kick them, sometimes he would punch them, sometimes he would place the sole of his boot against them and slowly sqash them. All the time Brent wept from the pain. Soon, both boys were covered in black wax, except for the best parts of Eric. My young prince was not finished with his first hot wax torture. I removed the suction cups from his nipples while Steve removed his cock cage. Eric's tittie's stuck out a good half an inch and were a deep, dark red. I couldn't resist as I took one into my mouth and sucked on it. Eric moaned a little, and I bit down on it, making him whimper. I did the same thing to his other nipple as he moaned. Then I stood up, took a candle, and slowly, drop by drop, covered the Mormon boys tits as he cried and whined into his gag. Soon, his nipples were encased in blackness. Then the three of us attacked his cock and balls. Eric thrashed and screamed anew in his bonds as his privates were mercilessly tortured. We didn't bother with slow drips, we poured it over his cock and balls until you couldn't see them anymore. Then Alex grabbed another prepared rig and found a place on Brent. He stuck the needle in and pulled back untill the liquid inside it was dark red. Then he pushed the plunger and emptied half of it into his boy. While Brent was coughing, he emptied the other half into Eric. Damn we've given that boy a shit ton of T tonight, but that's what we wanted. My prince to be so fucked up that we could do anything to him we wanted to. Alex grabbed the base of the plug in Brent's ass and yanked it out. Brent was so gone he could only moan. Then Alex greased up his hand and arm and made a fist, placing it on Brent's gaping hole. With very little effort, he pushed it into the small boy beneath him as Brent let out a long, slow moan. Alex started pounding into Brent, pushing further and further until he was elbow deep. Damn, where does it go in a kid that size? Meanwhile, Jeffrey had unbuckled Eric's ankles and pushed his legs up in the air, where every good whore's should be. He slid his giant cock into the fucked up 18 year old and started pounding him. Eric just babbled incoherent words as he was fucked into oblivion. I peeled the wax off of his nipples and placed the alligator clips on them. The sharp teeth bit into his tender flesh as he bucked and screamed a bit. Steve covered his nose with the popper rag, and soon the boy was on another asteral plane as the big cock ravaged him. We all took turns fucking Eric and fisting Brent. My prince took at least 5 more dirty loads into his pussy. I was fucked up too and starting to lose count. All I know is the next time I looked at the clock, it was noon.

It's not intended to be comfortable for my victim, but I haven't gone to the extent of requiring that he snort it up into his skull. I mostly want to enjoy his reaction to having his nostrils gunked up with my seed. I further expect the sensation and smell to form a strong memory that reinforces my power over him, even if he just ends up snotting my load out on a tissue or rinsing it out in the sink. But if it doesn't have that effect and he's ungrateful for my degradation and abuse, then he's the wrong boy for me anyway.

Got fucked and loaded by 5 guys in 2 hours..6 loads. Changed Grindr profile to anon b b bttm looking for tops. First guy, 48, was in the hotel sent a dick pick and that he was ready. He came in fucked me for a short while before unloading in me. Second guy was about 25, white, nice looking dick from the pic. Came in and slide inside, started fucking me and it felt so good. I told him if he wanted he could remove the blindfold and I would flip over. He pulled out, I flipped over and he removed the blindfold. OMG he was hot. Nice athletic, muscular build. He got on top fucking me and it felt so good. He started picking up the pace and I told him to pound that hole as I sensed he was close. He pushed in and held it as he blew his load inside. We chatted a bit and decided we will meet up again sometime. Blindfolded and ass up again. Third guy was 29, black and athletic somewhat beefy build. He came in and got behind me and started fucking me pretty good. An 18 yr old that fucked me once before messaged and said he was here. I told him a guy was here and he asked to join. The third guy said it was ok. Guy came in an apparently undressed and jerked off watching the other guy fuck me. There was some chat between them and I understand the guy fucking me say that ass feels nice. He pulls out and the 18yr old get behind me and pushes in. I forgot how big his dick was, but it soon felt great. He fucked me for a bit while the other guy watched. I could tell he picked up the pace and started pounding my hole as he pushed in and held as he unloaded in me. He pulled out and the other guy got back behind me and started pounding me. Wasn't long before he unloaded inside me. A few mins after they left a fifth guy messaged that he was here. He's 19, mix, nice dick. He's fucked me close to 30 times and I've only seen a dick pic of him. Sometimes he comes back for a second round the same night. He didn't waste any time mounting me and started to pound away. Didn't take long for him to unload and I feel him cumming inside. He picked up fucking me again without pulling out. A few mins later he dropped a second load. Five dicks, 6 loads in 2 hours.

I did tell him I'm on PreP and he was happy and encouraged I had taken that measure. But during our first session he too told me the only thing that would require to break confidentiality was for the harm issue you mentioned. And of course that did concern me for the same reason you mentioned, but he's a gay man and I get the sense he's a bit more 'with it' regarding what gay men are actually doing in reality.

Continue talking to your therapist because it seems that this is helping you come to terms with your sexuality. However, I would hold off on discussing fantasies because those are tricky things. Like others have said they may be ties to other aspects and issues in your life that you may not fully grasp at the moment and they may change drastically once you can full conceptualize the feeling and issues behind it. Just a word of advice, great that you are on PrEP it adds an added layer of safety, but do not negate the psycho - emotional aspect of sex as well being a cumdump can have some bad emotional drawbacks if you are not mentally and emotionally prepared. Furthermore, take baby steps, try a threesome before, doing a hotel cumdump scene. See how it makes you feel and if you liked it or not. Group play is one thing in the mind and another thing in reality.

For me, poz or neg was hardly ever a consideration. Oh sure, i thought about it. There were times i feared getting pozzed, but those thoughts and fears pretty my never stopped me from pursuing Men or from bending over and taking a Man and His load deep. The need and drive for a Man and His load inside of me pretty much won out over any other consideration. i don't think sex is rational, it's an emotional and physical drive. Which is not to say i'm irrational or that i never thought about it, just that my rationale didn't decide for me. And honestly, i don't think those who don't bareback are just being rational, i think it is fear making the decision (which is fine, i don't see fear or lust as inferior or superior, just what is). Rationally speaking? Those who "insist the they're neg" are usually just deluding their self. Seriously, how did you ever truly ensure the guys who bred you were negative? i know, there are all sorts of methods, but none is fool proof, and most come down to taking the tops word for it, which is no insurance at all lol. i think reality is, you "took the plunge" the first load you took and you are now just realizing it.

I'm not sure I agree. I got fucked the first time (properly) when I was 14, but I definitely had the urge to get fucked WAY before that, playing with sticking stuff up my arse and wishing it were a real cock... If I could have gotten cock at 9? Well, I don't think I would have said no, actually. And yes, I would have wanted a real man to fuck me, not a boy. (That hasn't changed.) When I lost my cherry it was to a man in his 40s, and while he certainly wasn't HUGELY hung it was still a real man cock; I'm sure I could have handled it as well 5 years earlier if I had been given the chance.

I still think it's an important question. To elaborate on my previous - true but snarky - comment: Yes I find - consensual - incestual situations hot, as long as it concerns other families. I have been alternating between fucking brothers who tried to one-up each other. I have tried to talk twins into a threesome. I find brothers / uncles / cousins ending up in the same group scene because they got druck very sexy. I also find it very enlightening hearing about other guys' experiences and what these contributed to making them the men we see today. However: What pisses me off to an immesurable degree is the bullshit that comes with certain topics like incest, risky sex etc.. In the same thread you have one guy trying to make sense of what he did, of what happened to him, even how it altered him. You know that guy is baring his soul. And in comes the fantasist with something like "yeah man, i totally did the same thing, but I was three years younger and it was my father and not my uncle and my sister also participated". I've been on this forum for almost ten years. But often I have to take a time-out because that kind of thing makes me want to puke. I appreciate BZ exactly because it is a forum where you can discuss meaningful things that influenced you sexually without having to abide by societal morality. Often the same things that exhilarate you also scar you. Reality is not black and white, but delicious shades of grey. I believe there is still a number of "real" guys here on the forum, grappling with inhibitions and triumphing in overcoming them, with tinges of regret only sweetening the fondest, most perverted memories. I really cherish reading from these guys and just hope that theses voices are not finally drowned out in a deluge of bullshit. So in conclusion: Real talk about incest? An honest discussion of desires and a factual look at experiences? Bring it on. If one has a problem with that: Too bad. But at the same time: Less fantasy, less "me too" nonsense, less flippancy. More reality.

Will there be more?

I assume you posted this because you think "marxist/socialist/communist ideas" have permeated the left and this is supposed to be a warning about leftism. You have it exactly wrong. Completely and entirely wrong. It would be an outstandingly funny example of the pot calling the kettle black, if the topic weren't so serious. Bezmenov was warning about Soviet infiltration of American ideas, and the biggest example of that is Donald Trump. Russian (that is, the successor to Sovietism, headed by an autocrat who was right at home in the old Soviet system) interference stoking division in America on behalf of Donald Trump has been well documented - not just by our intelligence agencies, not just by the special counsel, but even by the REPUBLICAN-CONTROLLED Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. Bezmenov's real message wasn't about capitalism vs. Marxism, or capitalism vs. socialism, or capitalism vs. anything else. It was about Soviet disinformation campaigns - convincing people to believe things that were not true, such that even factual information would fail to penetrate the "shell" people built up around their beliefs. He used the term "demoralization" - convince enough people that they couldn't trust authoritative sources like the media any more, and then they were ripe for manipulation. "As I mentioned before, exposure to true information does not matter anymore. A person who is demoralized is unable to assess true information. The facts tell him nothing, even if I shower him with information, with authentic proof, with documents and pictures. ...he will refuse to believe it... That's the tragedy of the situation of demoralization." - that was Bezemov in 1983. Fast forward to 2015-16, and what do we have? A sophisticated demoralization campaign on behalf of Trump spread by Russia, and one Trump's campaign, wittingly or not, echoed loudly. By denouncing the (very accurate) news media as "fake news" and insisting that he was the only one you could believe, Trump echoed the Russian message of dividing the US and rode that to an exceptionally narrow victory in the electoral college even while losing the popular vote by a huge margin. And he's never stopped; if anything, the rhetoric has gotten worse, and the lies and disinformation bigger. He insisted, against photographic evidence, that his inaugural crowd was the biggest in history, and dared people to contradict his word with the evidence of their own eyes. And too many morons, already invested in his lies, chose then and afterward to believe him over massive evidence that he lies incessantly. I can understand how people can have been swayed by the disinformation. But how anyone can take a warning about Soviet/Russian disinformation, like Bezemov's, seriously and then STILL support Donald Trump is a mystery.

Last Fri Evening: "Str8" Co-Worker ( bout 10 years older blk, dreads, beard, decent shape) that I been flirting with, talking bout he is curious. Told me to come over to chill, that his gurl was working & he was bored and wanted sumone to chill wit and smoke. We smoked, and drank and started talking shit, eventually got to the point I told him my mouth game and bussi betta than his gurls. He pulled out his dyck at least 7in thick as fuck, and I started sucking him. He got really into and started palming my ass I was for sure I was gonna get his dyck in my ass, but he just had me keep sucking, didn't take that long to blow and shoot them babies in my throat. I kept sucking hoping he would gimmie more or even fuck me. He didn't get it up again, and I eventually left due to his gurl coming home. I was for sure he was gonna get that Straight guy regret, but he texted me lata that night and hasn't been awkward at work, telling me he wished he fucked me Friday.....so def gonna try and get that nut outta him. Sat Night: DL Top hit me up after he got off shift. We don't live close to each other but a running trail near watkins park, that is half way for both of us, where we fucked before. He is a Wht, mid 40s, very muscular, PO, very alpha Dom. We walked to the are we did last time, I stripped and got bent ova he spit in my hole and started fucking me, once he got his rhythm he really started pounding the fuck outta my hole. I luv the way he grunts when he fucking me. He pushed me against a tree and pulled back on my throat with one of his hands and felt like he was going deeper🤤. It wasn't long before he shot his babies in me. We paused to catch our breath, It didn't long b4 he back up and had me eat his ass, he felt my hesitation cuz his ass was sweaty, didn't matter he pushed my face in, and said "get in there bitch, eat"lol. That turned me on, He was hard again, and turned around and started having me suck. He reached down to finger my ass, asked if I was ready for some more, even though I was shaking my head yes, he said didn't matter I was getting it anyway. We resumed fucking again, but felt like it was starting to rain so we moved over to the creek area which has a lil bridge going ova it. Once we got down there it was on again, I eventually got pushed down into the dirt the harder he fucked and kept trying to get more and more leverage. After a while he fucked another nut into me. It never really rained but because we moved I lost track of my clothes, we found them and walked back to our cars. once I got back to the car I realized I got pretty dirty and didn't even realize I scraped my knee. ...well worth it. Sun Night/Mon Morn: Had very late night hook up with a guy met online. Was after 2am when he was getting off, I was off Monday couldn't sleep and horny as fuck, plus he only lived like 5 mins from me. Got to his apartment which was dark minus the tv. Either he was smoking or just smoked cuz his place smelt like it. He was only in his boxers, he was bout my age, blk, tatted, cute, he cut the small talk and str8 pulled his dyck out and put it in my face, asked me if I was waiting for a invitation. Hell no I wasn't I took his meat in mouth, After a few mins he flips me on my stomach to start fucking me. He was very long winded, I rode him for a while before going to face down ass up where he eventually unloaded in me. He got up went into the bathroom when he came back sat on his couch and watched tv. I was suprised he ain't tell me too get so I laid on the floor for a min to collect myself but before I knew I had dosed off. I ain't know what the fuck was going, when I got a hard ass smack on my ass, that the only warning I got before he slid in me. I was half out of it by the time he was stroking me, but it didn't me long to wake up lol. Was just as good the second time, I thought he was gonna actually make me cum, but he came before I could. I realized that I had been asleep at least an hr or so. I didn't get a chance to rest he told me I had to roll cuz his gurl was gonna be home soon, so I got dressed and rolled.

Part 5 Trey took a long look at me in the backseat. He reached in and gave my cock a yank. Then he opened the door and moved me up on my hands and knees. Eddie took his own dick out and moved my head to his shaft. I immediately started sucking on his rod. Trey moved his hand around the dildo at the opening of my ass. He began to move it in and out of me. "Quite a pig indeed. I wonder if he'll be up for Bryce and me to fully explore whether he has any limits. How many loads have you two shot in him?" "The pig has three apiece from us. HIs ass got plenty bloody from all the fucking. Al and Jimmie had a go at him as well. I think they fucked him two or three times apiece. My cock got cut from Eddie's Prince Albert and I ended up bleeding in his ass. Pig might already be knocked up." came the reply from Marco. "Well, if he isn't yet, he will be after Bryce and I take him on a road trip. Hey piggy, do you have anywhere you need to be anytime soon? I want to introduce you to some people after Eddie and Marco leave tomorrow." "I'm off of work for the next 10 days" came my response. "Shit, I don't think you can take 10 days of what we'll do to you, but it's good to know we can take our time. We'll discuss what we have in mind for you later, but for now we need to pump some more jizz into your butt. Bryce has been saving up his poison for someone like you. Hey Bryce, how much of a load do you have to unleash in this slut?" Bryce finally approached the vehicle. Like Trey, he looked to be in his forties. Whereas Trey was short, only about 5'7", Bryce was at least half a foot taller. Both were fit, but not workout superstars. As he got to the vehicle, Trey stepped out and Bryce took his place at my ass. Bryce said, "I've got a week's worth of cum in my balls waiting for this stupid pig. Trey won't let me load him up 'til I go on meds. Have you been chasing, pig?" "I haven't been chasing, more like not avoiding. When Eddie and Marco turned up in my life, I've gone into ultrapig mode. I want to take as many toxic loads as you and they can stand to give me." "Be careful there, piggy. I don't think you understand the depths we can drag you into." came the response from Bryce. "Probably not, but I can try" Bryce started moving the dildo around my hole, really stretching the opening. It hurt like hell, but I tried to keep still and not resist his exploration of my ass. Eddie continued fucking my face while we were still parked out on the campground roadway. Marco, probably impatient to get a piece of me, barked out that it was time to park my vehicle in the campsite and get out of sight. Bryce got in and closed the door. Marco proceeded to the back corner site opposite from his and Eddie's trailer. Eddie informed me that he had rented out this site in my name to give us all more room for privacy. We now occupied the last four sites of the campground. I was basically laying across Eddie and Bryce's laps in the back seat. Marco swung open the back passenger side door and shoved his cock in my face. I was now alternating sucking off Marco and Eddie. Trey opened the other side door and started manhandling my asscheeks with his hands. Bryce continued the dildo assault on me. Bryce, probably impatient from the large load of poz cum stored up in his balls, informed us that we needed to get somewhere that we could fuck. Bryce then grabbed me and pulled me out of the backseat. He grabbed my stiff cock and led me to Eddie and Marco's trailer. Eddie scrambled to get to the door to unlock it and let us all inside. Once in the door, Bryce dropped his shorts and a VERY thick cock appeared as he pushed me down to my knees. I immediately went to work with my mouth on his shaft. Bryce asked where the lube was because he wanted to fuck me pronto. Marco told Bryce to bring me over to the bed. As he was dragging me over, Trey reached down, grabbed me by my asshole, and helped yank me to the bed. Once there, Bryce quickly had his cock lubed up and was pressing it against the opening to my ass. As much as I wanted his poisonous stick inside of me, I was involuntarily resisting his thick shaft. That was of no concern to Bryce as he continued pressing ahead. He got about half of his dick inside me and I howled in pain. Everyone laughed at me and told me to take Bryce's cock like a good faggot whore. The pain began to subside and my ass started to draw in the rest of Bryce's gloriously fat rod inside of me. When he was fully inside of me, I begged him to pummel me. I wanted no mercy until he shot his highly toxic cum into me. Bryce responded by moving in and out of me in long, hard, rapid strokes. It felt great being pounded by his dick. It seemed like I could feel him throbbing and growing even thicker in me in the moments when he was fully inside me. I began moaning like I had never before.Trey was goading his lover to hurry up and finish in my ass because he wanted to fuck me as well. Eddie and Marco were telling Bryce to knock me up and make me join their brotherhood of poz sluts. Trey came up behind Bryce and started rubbing his cock between Bryce's butt cheeks while Bryce continued to wildly fuck me. Marco pulled my head down on his dick and I started giving him a blow job. Bryce was really grinding his dick around in my ass. It felt like he was poking every millimeter of my ass that he could reach. Eddie went to my left and placed my hand on his dick. I began stroking it. Trey saw my right hand was still unoccupied and filled the vacancy with his cock. I was now servicing 4 poz cocks in one way or another. Bryce took note of this and told me there was no way I was going to come out of this day without converting. My cock grew harder and larger than it ever had at the thought of being in the middle of all of this. Trey saw my dick pulsating and said he wanted it inside of him. He leaned over and whispered to Bryce. The two pulled me up on my feet as Bryce spun me around and Trey moved around in front of me and backed his ass up on my throbbing dick. He cried out as my thick rod entered him. "Fuck, it's soooo thick!" he exclaimed. Marco added some lube to my rod to assist it sliding into Trey's ass. His butt felt so tight against my shaft. I barely got a rhythm going in and out of Trey when Bryce resumed his own assault on me ass. Trey's ass clamped down on my dick as I was inside of him and it felt tight and wonderful. Getting my own ass filled by Bryce's cock doubled my bliss. Marco gave us a hit of poppers and I really took off. Bryce was talking in my ear about how I was going to literally end up being a poz whore after he and Trey were finished degrading me. He said they had already called up contacts in Wausau, Green Bay, and the Twin Cities to set up a plan to completely degrade me. He told me they were intrigued by my choice of wearing women's underwear and were already plotting a plan involving that. He said I could only imagine what else would be in store for me. As he was telling me of their future plans for me, my dick once again set a record for getting harder than ever as I fucked Trey's butt. Bryce's dirty talk served to get him off and I could feel him tense up as his orgasm came and he flooded my ass with his dirty cum. He clamped both hands on my shoulders as he drew out every last bit of cum into my butt. As he withdrew from my ass, he exclaimed that his dick was bloody. I looked at his rod, and it had more blood on it than it previously had when Marco and Eddie were fucking me. Trey exclaimed his eagerness to shoot his high viral load into my bloody and abused ass. I was reaching around him and feeling his rock hard dick. The thought of it flooding my butt with highly toxic seed sent me off and I shot a huge load into his ass. As soon as I was done, Trey pushed me away and rushed to get behind me to begin his first turn at knocking me up with his poz cum. Bryce bent me over and forced me to clean up his dick that was still stained from my blood. After I had finished with him, Eddie came over to me and stood me back up while Trey kept up with fucking me. They all huddled around me, and we began a 5-way kiss with lots of tonguing and hands manipulating cocks and asses. I was overcome with the knowledge of being the only neg hole surrounded by 4 poz dicks. I begged my four dirty lovers to show me no mercy and to pummel my ass with their dicks and leave no doubt that I get knocked up. Trey kept grinding his dick around in my ass while fucking me with his big dick. I told him I didn't want a drop of his poison cum to land outside of my ass and to push as far into my bleeding rectum as he could. This caused him to lose control and unloaded a healthy load of decidedly unhealthy sperm deep inside of me. I yelled out, "Yes, knock me up with your dirty cum. I want all of you to rough up my bloody ass even more and give me more toxic seed." Trey pulled out of me, and Marco looked at the bloody mess on Trey's cock. Marco then started cleanup on Marco and instead of swallowing the concoction he was cleaning, he transferred it over to Eddie's rod to serve as a lube. Eddie announced we were going to up the ante as he and Marco were going to again fuck me at the same time. Eddie sat down on the bed and I climbed on top of him and began working my ass over his beautiful pierced cock. It hurt like hell as his Prince Albert scraped the bloody walls of my rectum. The pain produced a great feeling of pleasure as the thought that he was doing even more damage to my insides and making me more receptive to his and Marco's untreated poz cum. After Eddie was in me and pumping in and out, Marco stepped up and pressed his cock into my already stuffed ass. A poppers bottle was pressed to my nose as Marco joined Eddie in fucking me. Both poz fuckers were moaning loudly. Eddie exclaimed that it felt like his PA was further tearing up the lining of my butt. The inside of my ass felt like it was on fire both from being so full and also from what was certainly more damage being inflicted to it. But the pain was dulled by the thought that I was going to get two more loads of toxic poz cum inside my bleeding ass. I begged the two to tear my ass up some more to give their virus an even better chance of infecting me. While the two were pummeling my ass and helping to seal my conversion, Bryce moved behind Marco and pressed his hard rod against Marco's ass. Marco gave him lube and said he hadn't cleaned out in a while, but it was okay to fuck him. Bryce stated that was even better. He was going to go from fucking Marco with his HIV and Hep-C to fucking me when Marco and Eddie deposited their toxic loads in me. I heard Marco grunt as Bryce entered him. Marco pushed forward against me with great force as Bryce began assaulting his ass. Marco gasped in pain and kept still on top of me as his ass was pummeled by Bryce. Eddie kept on grinding his pierced cock inside of me working to widen my ass as his piercing continued to scrape the inner walls of my ass. It felt like he was really tearing up the lining of my rectum. Pain mixed with pleasure as my butt remained stuffed with two poz dicks. Marco adjusted to being fucked and picked up activity in my ass. He was grunting incessantly and then launched another load of poison into me. He kept still as he shot as much of his load as could. When he did finally pull out of me, Trey hollered "holy shit, his dick is red." Marco moved around to show me his dick. It was indeed covered in blood. Eddie had really opened up a wound with his PA. The question was whether it was a wound inside me or on Marco's dick. I began sucking Marco's rod to clean him up and getting to taste a wonderful combination of blood, cum, and assjuice. As I continued sucking, I could not clean up all the blood on his cock because it was bleeding from a wound. Marco winced as my tongue flicked over the wound. "This slut has been swallowing my poz blood. There must be a bunch in his ass too. Open him up and work it in him, Eddie." Eddie was really pounding me hard and let go with another poz volley of cum into my ass. As soon as Eddie finished and pulled out, Bryce pulled out of Marco and thrust into me. Marco started laughing. "Bryce's dick didn't look too clean when it went into you, you filthy pig. You might be sharing more than just my HIV, you dirty whore." After Bryce established a fast pace in fucking me, I looked at Eddie and saw that his poz dick was streaked red with blood. Eddie remarked that he tore the lining of my ass and that Marco's poz blood was probably being absorbed into me. Upon hearing that, Bryce began to violently pound me in an attempt to open me up even more. As he was ramming me, he let me know that he and Trey were going to do EVERYTHING possible to turn me into a pozzed whore. I began bucking back wildly against him as he continued thrusting into me. The slaps of our flesh filled the trailer. Trey went around to face me and pulled my mouth onto his expanding cock. I took him deep in my throat as his lover continued his assault on my other end. Eddie and Marco smacked my ass as Bryce was nearing his second climax in me. Trey could see his lover was about to unload in me again and encouraged him to work it in so I could become a pozzed toy for anyone to use. Bryce could hold off no longer and used a continuous thrust to empty his poz cum into me a second time. It was all Trey and I could do to not be pummelled into the wall as Bryce shot into me. When he had finally finished, Trey went around and shoved his lover out of the way so that he could have another run at me. Trey shoved into me in one thrust. While fully inside of me, he worked his poz cock around my hole. I was hollering in pain and lust as I would later find out that his violent motions were literally tearing me open. Bryce stuffed his dick into my mouth to clean him up. There was a heavy taste of (my) blood as I serviced him. The sensations Trey was feeling overwhelmed him and he began shooting his toxic load into me without warning. When he was done, he collapsed onto me and I freed Bryce's now-clean cock from my mouth. I was exhausted and fell asleep as I felt bodies crowding in around me.

Well, you are being safe - you're on PrEP, which means that taking loads is no more risky than barebacking period, which can get you some annoying STIs but isn't what I'd call dangerous. Besides that, you alone are responsible for your level of risk in life. Your therapist should be willing to help you gain perspective on that, but should not be judging you for it one way or another. Some people like sky-diving, some people like bareback sex. His job is not to keep you safe (there's no safety this side of the grave anyway), it is to keep you sane. And certainly that includes working through your own anxieties and confusions about risk and coming to a place of self-knowledge and comfort about it.

I'm feeling pretty accomplished today. My bf spent the night at my place last night and I got my ass destroyed first thing this morning. I drove him back to his place and went inside and he passed me around to his two roommates. I ended up getting laid one more time and jacking the other one off until he came on my cheek. Then later this morning I saw my cousin and gave him a slow blowjob. Right before he came he told me to get on my hands and knees and came on my asshole. So I'm a very satisfied bottom right now.

PART n.2 The next morning I woke up a little later than usual, I had a bit of a headache, I went to university as usual but it was only in the late afternoon that I started to feel a bit of a fever and an unusual discomfort in my hands and between the legs. When I got home, I went to the bathroom, undressed and noticed that there were some small blisters. Call my master immediately and I explained the situation. He listened to me carefully and then told me not to worry that it was normal because usually the infection took a few weeks to develop but the dose of virus I had received was very high so it only took a short time to see the effects. He proposed to meet me after two days to evaluate what to do, I accepted without hesitation. The two days went by quickly, but the blisters also spread quickly, in fact I called my coach to tell him that I would not be able to go to train for some problem. When I arrived at the house, he was already inside waiting for me and was writing some notes in his diary, he asked me to undress because he wanted to control the situation. I take some pictures of my feet and my cock and ass which had started to get more and more covered with red spots. Then he took a pack of pills from his backpack and placed them on the table. I asked what they were, he replied that they were 5 tablets of an antibiotic that would cure the two infections in a few days. I breathed a sigh of relief, but he told me "I will cure these infections but first you will have to take these two vials" and I show me the two vials with a whitish liquid. I asked what they were and he answered me that he would tell me only after using them inside me. The blisters on my feet bothered me so much that I finally accepted his offer. He gave me the antibiotic pack and then asked me to get ready on the bed. When I felt the liquid enter my little ass, it was different from the last one, it was colder and thicker. He also pushed the second tube in and told me to get dressed. I then asked him what it was. He looked at me and said “correct you, because you have to use the plural, you have just received about 40 different strains of Human Papillomavirus. It won't bother you as much as the ones you had but it will be more limited infections and a little more difficult to cure " I was speechless. He gave me a kiss and told me to go home. I started taking the pills to treat the two infections and within two weeks everything was gone. I went back to my normal life, but got a message from him because he wanted a new meeting for Saturday afternoon. I accepted and let myself be found there. He arrived a little later than usual and we went into the house, asked him to undress me and wanted to check the situation. It all seemed normal to me, but it was he who showed me with the mirror that my whole little hole was filled with warts. He took some pictures and then gave me the number of a medical laboratory that dealt with these infections. I thanked him, we kissed for a while and then he asked me to go to bed. He took a couple of ropes and asked me if he could tie me on the bed, I was already starting to get excited at the thought. Then he took three vials from his backpack, showed them to me and said. "I have to leave for 2 months for a job abroad and I want proof of your loyalty. This tube contains a massive dose of the Syphilis bacterium. It took me 10 days to grow it in such large quantities and it is an untreatable strain. So there is no cure " I looked at him scared and told him that I had no intention, he got angry and said “you signed. There is no going back ”. I lay down on the bed, I was crying, he took the vials and loaded them on the usual syringe and I felt the liquid enter me. Then he said to me "after this test, we are almost at the end". I got dressed, we broke up and saw him go away. I went home, cried all the time. At first, the first few weeks everything returned to normal but after 1 month, I realized that things were changing. It was Christmas day and when I got up my stomach and legs were full of red spots. I went to the hospital and the nurses, understanding what it was, did some blood tests. I received the answer after 5 days with the request to go to the doctor. I went to the doctor as requested with the appointment, after sitting down, he took my file and told me “The situation is more serious than I imagined. we found a very serious syphilis infection and also a double HIV infection " I felt the world collapse on me, after I left the doctor, I called him and explained the situation to him, he very quietly told me “Well, did you like my Christmas present? Initially I wanted to give you only syphilis but then I thought that with the two HIV strains your immune system would be more under my control. Anyway I'll be back in a week and we'll talk about it verbally "

9. Out on the street my Super sent me the video he had taken on Scruff. I watched it with the sound off, my cock throbbed. I downloaded it and sent it to Sir right away with an apology for not responding to his text fast enough. His response came almost immediately telling me not to be sorry for taking a fat cock and to hurry off to my appointment. Sir must know every top in the area I thought, realizing that the address he’d sent wasn’t that far from my apartment either. I didn’t even need to take the train. Checking Google to make sure I knew where I was going, I headed off. My hole was getting sore from all the abuse, and walking it felt swollen. I didn’t care though, I had one mission and that was to please Sir. The address was an average looking five floor walkup. I buzzed the number Sir had given me, glad that it was on the second floor, and started up. I knocked and a young guy opened it. He wasn’t my usual type, tall and skinny with thick framed glasses. He had a kind of crooked smile that gave him a very earnest look to him. He was probably twenty-five but he seemed younger. “C’mon in,” he said with a slight drawl. “So, you’re Sir’s new toy. He always picks cute ones.” As he spoke he pulled off his shirt to reveal a thin but very hairy torso, and tight pierced nipples. “I’m Rodger,” another lopsided grin. “How long has Sir been training you new boy?” “Two day, well I guess three? I met him three nights ago, but yesterday was my first day of… training.” “Fuck, you’re in the throes of you cum lust. I remember when Sir cunted me last year that first week I couldn’t do anything but get fucked. He gets in your head and shows you what you need.” “Sir cunted you, but you’re a top right,” I asked. Rodger laughed, his teeth while very white were slightly crooked. “Sir, well um, Sir made me learn to top. He said my cock was too good to go to waste swinging between my legs while I get bred, so he had me learn on his boys. Now I’m vers but I’m always Sir’s cunt when he wants it. But, my journey into topping is not what’s important right now. What is important is your cunting. Strip.” I was getting use to this command. I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts. Rodger dropped his shorts too and I understood what Sir had meant by too good to waste. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear and now his soft cock hung like a challenge in front of me. He had to be almost as thick as my Super and just a little bit longer. Standing naked together he started to get hard. “Come into the bedroom,” he said, gesturing towards an open door. We walked in and he immediately grabbed me. Kissing my roughly, he pressed his tongue into my mouth and I melted into him. His cock was growing, pressed between our bodies. I could feel its heat rising. He pushed me back onto the bed and I could see that my hole would not be getting a rest during this fuck. He really was slightly longer than my super and just as thick. I was going to be destroyed. “Sir told me you just got bred?” “Yeah, I found my Super on Scruff and he fucked me in the basement laundry room.” “Fuck that’s hot. How big was he?” “Only a little smaller than you.” “Perfect I won’t have to warm you up. Get your legs in the air.” This was my life now, and I loved it. I grabbed my ankles and exposed my wet cunt to this perfect stranger. “Perfect,” he said and rubbed the blunt fat head of his cock on my hole. Just like all the other one big drop of spit and he started to press in. I moaned and my hole opened wide for him. “Fuck this cunt is perfect. The last boy Sir sent me I had to spend an hour working him open.” “How many boys does Sir have?” I asked slightly breathlessly as he slowly slide the last of his cock into me. “Three, including me. Well,” he pulled out and slammed back in “four now. I’ve helped train the last two. One and a half I guess. The last guy didn’t make it through the week.” He was fucking me now and I could only half listen to him. I was in my happy place. “The week?” I asked, panting a little. “Yeah, Sir started sending him out to friends and he couldn’t take it. He gave up.” “Fuck, I can’t imagine wanting to give up. I’ve never felt more myself.” “That is because you’re a cum dump. So am I. This is what we were meant to be.” Rodger leaned forward and kissed me, shoving his cock deep in me. I felt like putty in his hands as his fat cock stretched my cunt and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I hoped that Sir would let him fuck me often. As it turns out Rodger and I would fuck almost as often as Sir and I. I didn’t know it then but he was to become my best friend and partner is load taking. Breaking the kiss Rodger started to fuck me harder. He held onto my ankles forcing my legs back and my ass higher. He drilled down into my cum filled hole. I clenched and ass around him, trying to draw him deeper inside. “God your fucking cunt feels so good.” “Breed me. Fill me up.” Locking eyes with me a wicked grin came across Rodgers face as he leaned close to me and then spit right into my mouth. I was a little shocked but it turned me on all the same. “Please Sir, fill my cunt!” “Fucking cum dump faggot! Take this fucking load!” Rodger forced his cock still deeper in me and held still as his cock throbbed. For what felt like ages he held me there as he unloaded deep inside me. “Fuck that feels so good. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. I’ve got at least one more in me,” and with that he started pounding me even harder my ass leaking cum around his shaft.

Top here. I make it clear that I fuck bare, I cum inside, and I push it in deeper as I cum. I have had a few say no but most want it bare also.

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

I hooked up with a total top who was adamant using a condom. He's fucking me in different positions really getting into it, then right before he came I thought his dick felt different but wasn't sure. He came hard and deep inside me. He cleaned up in the bathroom, I touched my hole and it felt wet--smelled cum, then realized this condom-nazi stealth me! It was so hot he tried it. He came out of the bathroom, seemed a bit in a hurry to leave. We chatted as he dressed, he seemed he wanted to leave before I "found out". I told him I seem wet, and he admitted he stealth me, he said my ass felt too good and wanted it raw. I told him how hot I thought it was. I'm still naked on bed touching my wet asslips, he's watching me, then starts undressing again and says he needs to get back inside there, and fucks me like a madman in his fresh cumload like a demon. It didn't last too long but it was a great fuck. Hot.

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --

Like others here, I was switched to Biktarvy (from Genvoya) because of kidney issues. My nephrologist mentioned (just yesterday, in fact) that Biktarvy is probably the best of the anti-retrovirals insofar as effects on kidney function goes. And that can be important if you have any risk factors for kidney issues: high blood pressure, diabetes, smoking, etc. You wouldn't want to go to all the trouble of getting HIV under control only to have to submit to dialysis three times a week because your kidneys failed. And while HIV+ patients are not categorically ruled out as kidney transplant recipients, with the demand for donor kidneys outstripping the supply, that's not an option you can count on.

Fucking HOT! Love taking anon loads from strangers!

I’m 25 and me and most of my friends are on PrEP and none of us use condoms... ever! I’ve fucked one or two guys bagged up but I have never, not once, let a too fucking me without doing it bare and without him breeding me balls deep. I think I’m the age of PrEP condoms are just not the norm anymore and it’s only getting MORE that way. I mean, lucky me 😇

ive been talking about these subjects here... being a cumdump is something related to self esteem and self value... and is often as dangerous as doing drugs

You really need to be prepared for life as a poz. Being poz might seem liberating, but you can still contract a lot of other STDs while you are out living freely. I’d echo the comments about the costs. If you have insurance most if not all of the costs will be covered. The drug manufacturers have programs to cover the rest if you have insurance. But there’s costs for the routine blood tests, the doctor visits, etc. that aren’t always covered. If you don’t have insurance, you will be in trouble really quickly. My meds are about $100 / day. I couldn’t afford to pay that out of pocket for very long. That’s puts pressure on me to always have a job. Without a job, I have no insurance and no healthcare. Something think about if you want to be in a serious relationship at some point. It’s impossible to get any substantial amount of life insurance if you have HIV. Every insurance company will automatically deny you when they pull your medical records and see that you have HIV. One more thing to consider. Even though meds can suppress your viral load, you still have a compromised immune system. That means that you may be more susceptible to contracting other viruses, and if you do contract something your compromised immune system will have a more difficult time fighting it. I’m not trying to scare you, just give you some things to consider. Most days I don’t really think about having HIV. It hasn’t really impacted my life substantially. I prepared myself for the diagnosis long before I actually heard the words “the test came back positive”. That preparation has helped alot, since knowledge is the best defense for fear.

We’re using our anuses for things they are decidedly not designed for, and sometimes even allow other men to use that part of our anatomy in ways that they know will intentionally cause physical trauma. Of course we experience anal health issues. Providing hole for bareback sex, if you do it for long enough, will inevitably get you infected with STDs. It’s a question of sheer mathematical probability. So far, I’ve been knocked up with gono and chlam twice each, and siphylis once, and of course HIV, all administered up my cunt. I’ve had the occasional hemorrhoid, but they’ve never caused me any real trouble. Anal fissures, on the other hand, are show stoppers, and there is no pain like them. I ultimately had to undergo surgery to deal with mine. I give them 0/10 Do Not Recommend. The human digestive system is meant to be a one-way street, but we keep driving things the wrong way up its narrow alley. It’s meant to be self-cleaning, but we keep flooding it with repeated washings. We introduce all manner of foreign substances that should never be in there, from urine to alcohol to vegetables to other people’s unwashed unmentionables, along with all the foreign germs that come with them. So the least we can do is try to maintain as much of the natural function as possible with diet, hydration, and extra fiber. Pelvic floor exercises are a good idea as well to try to maintain internal muscle tone. Every bottom has an ass issue sometime. It comes with the role. Indeed, the fact that ass problems are discussed so relatively uncommonly strikes me as evidence that most of these stories of hard-pounding ass-wreckings with ten-inch monster cocks are pure fiction - you don’t come out the other end of something like that without at least a little ass trauma to tell about.

This one?

mine is tighter than loose. I have to focus on relaxing it enough to be considered loose. I like to flex my ass muscles to see what the top prefers, then I give him that. Occassionally, a guy will get off on my hole totally relaxed and gapey. It takes some control to keep it that open, but I'll bend over backwards for that nut..... :-p

Excellent technique, holding him by his head and cumming in his mouth so he's gotta taste your sperm then swallow hard is a good use of your cocksucker's mouth. He knows he's had his mouth seeded.

I love it. I love being owned by dominant white men. It's such a turn on

If I'm just after pure fuck pleasure, I'll grab his head and jam into his throat as deeply as I can. It's tight and I l like making him choke while I seed. If I'm in a deliberate breeding mood, especially with a younger boy, I'll control his head by grabbing his hair and dump my seed mid-way into his closed mouth so that I can watch him really taste it and then make him swallow. If I want to punish him or otherwise assert ownership, I'll aim directly in his eyes or up his nose. A more general shot in the face is visually pleasing, but doesn't accomplish much otherwise.

Thanks heaps mate!

Perfectly and concisely put. Of course, there are some people who will come along and say "You aren't ENTITLED to not experience dickishness, so stop being a snowflake!" It's as though those people never grew out of third grade where the response "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" is the most commonly uttered set of words in the English language. Oddly, those same people who demand the right to blurt out racist things are the most offended when someone else accurately pegs them as a racist. Sometimes it seems to me that the "No X Y or Z" people are offended by the idea that they might have to take the initiative to say no, directly, to someone. They'd rather put up a dickish declaration of what they don't want, in their profiles, than be obliged to directly say "no thank you" to someone in whom they have no interest. Talk about snowflakes.

I love your story. She is such a cumslut and I love that you included guys that love eating cum from her. That's my favorite thing to do.

Part 2 When I finally turned around and saw him, it took my breath away. He was one of the ugliest men I had ever seen. His round pudgy face was filled with scars, his nose looked like it had been badly broken at some point and hadn't healed, his nostrils were shaped upwards with a gigantic septum piercing hanging, giving the illusion of an actual snout. A full, dirty beard decorated his face, his lips were thick, ashy and a little charred, with a piercing in his chin. Multiple ear piercings adorned his ears, which alongside the tattoos on his bald scalp, made him look like an absolute freak. To top it off, his natural scent was vile. A mix of sweat and something animalistic, the pungent scent attacked my nostrils making my nose burn a little. Any repulsion I faced was completely dissipated when he planted his lips on mine. His mouth tasted bad, smelled worse and yet, it was so erotic at the same time. I was shell shocked to kiss him back until I felt his palm grab my ass and squeeze my cheeks. It made me moan just enough for him to slip his tongue in, and I used it as an opportunity to kiss him back. I wanted this, I wanted this man to violate me. To fuck me, make me cry and squeal and spurt his toxic seed in my ass. We frenched hard for a few more minutes before he withdrew himself. He was smiling, like a predator that knows he's made the kill, and he led me away from my car. I walked with him, leaving my car behind, to his truck and off we went. An hour later, we pulled up to a farm. I was riding shotgun in Daddy's truck thinking about everything that had transpired. When we pulled up to the farm, I realized just how abandoned it truly was. Not a soul or a house around for miles, nobody who would know what went down at the farm. It was his own quiet corner, a place where he could be the true freak he was without judgement. He parked in the driveway and invited me inside. I was half expecting to find a dirty, filthy housing situation so it surprised me when I saw a nicely decorated farmhouse, befitting someone who lived alone. He offered me a beer , grabbed one for himself and we sat down on the couch. "Why did you try to run boy?" he broke the awkwardness in the air. "I,um....it..." I mumbled, unable to find the words. "You know what you want, your body knows what you want, part of your mind knows what it wants. So, why keep denying who and what you are?" "I..don't know what you mean," I blurted out. "Yeah you do. You want to be pozzed by daddy. But that's not the whole reason why you are here, is it boy?" he replied, the corner of his mind breaking into a slight grin. I kept my silence, knowing he would continue if I didn't respond. I knew why I was here and even though I didn't have the strength to say it out loud or even admit it, I knew he could smell it on me. "You're here to let go boy. Getting pozzed isn't the end goal, it's the beginning to what you've really wanted isn't it," his voice went down to a whisper, almost subliminal, as if he was speaking to my subconscious mind. He got up and sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbing it. "You want more than to be what you are. You want to be dirty, filthy, wretched even. You want to be corrupted by a beast and to become a beast. Isn't that right boy?" his hand was rubbing my thigh more aggressively now. "Why else would you find someone like me to poz ya? Most guys don't want to come close to me, let alone give up their holes. But you, you worked for it. You showed me you wanted it, despite knowing what I was. What kind of person does that, eh?" his hand moved up my thigh, resting next to my crotch, his fingers an inch away from my very throbbing cock. "You're a piglet boy. I see it inside, the desire to be a piglet for daddy. To be molded by daddy and turned into the pig you were born to be." As he finished his sentence, I saw him pulling a fat cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. I wasn't into smoking or smokers but watching him prepare the cigar and lighting it, there was something extremely sensual and sexual about it. His eyes were on me, tracking me, even when he was lighting his cigar up. I saw his hands run through the length of the cigar, like a cock being gently handled, before he lit it. He was still watching, as he let the smoke rest inside his lungs for a second, before exhaling all that smoke at me. It smelled weird and good. The smell was strong, and instantly gave me a weird taste on my tongue, but it smelled masculine. The strong aroma grabbed my attention towards itself, numbing my other senses as I breathed in the second hand smoke. Daddy kept puffing and huffing, pushing more smoke towards me, and the more I smelled the less inhibited I felt. My body was tingling, my mind felt empty and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulder. A while later, daddy took a deep smoke breath and pulled me in for a kiss. He parted my lips with his, and pushed the smoke inside me, sealing my mouth and letting it stay in. The smoke filled up my lungs and its contents shot up through my blood into my brain. The sudden rush of endorphins made my cock chub harder in my pants, and I moaned around daddy's lips. He gave me an evil smirk and gave me mouthfuls of more smoke. Each puff made me deliriously high, chipping away my resistance & anxiety, and replacing it with a burning desire to please this sexy beast. "Tell me what you want boy. I wanna hear you say it," he said between mouthfuls of passing smoke. "Use me daddy, please fuck me," I said in breathless anticipation. "Try again boy." "Fuck me with your poz seed daddy, poz me please." "Good, a little more boy." "Oh fuck, ruin me daddy. Turn me into a filthy pig like you. Destroy me daddy. Destroy my life." "Yeah baby, that's it. Daddy's gonna turn you into his filth loving poz piglet. Daddy's going to wreck you, burn down everything you have and give you real purpose piglet. Is that what you want?" Yes, that is what I wanted. But it didn't feel right to tell him that as much as it would to show him. So, I stood up, placed myself in front of him and kneeled down. He watched in silence, deep in thought, yet his eyes glared down towards me. A few minutes later, he stood up so that his groin was in front of my face. Impulsively, I moved my head towards it to lick it through his trousers. SMACK! The stinging in my cheek was sudden, unexpected and painful. He had slapped me hard enough to knock the wind out of me & humiliated me. My penis and asshole, however, were turned on by his aggression and I felt them both come back to life. Dazed, I looked up at him, humiliation and arousal plastered on my face. "Thank you sir." He pushed my face towards his crotch, until my nose and mouth were on top of his hefty endowment. The smell was absolutely foul and rancid, and such an absolute turn-on. "Breathe it boy. Smell the cock that'll baptize you," he said softly, coaxing me almost like a child. The smell was overwhelming. The kind of smell that burns your nose, runs through your air canal and wrecks your respiration. It made my eyes water, my heart palpitate, my body sweat, and most importantly, my cock throb. He sat back down on the couch with my face still pressed against his covered crotch. I felt him move his upper body until a strong smell hit my nose, making me look up. There was daddy, completely shirtless, in all his masculine glory. He wasn't just hairy, he was furry. Staring from his beard to his lower abdomen, barely any skin was visible. Whatever little was visible, was covered in dark tattoos in shapes I didn't understand. His hefty pecs, while muscular once, had sagged slightly into beginner man-boobs. His nipples were over an inch long, with multiple piercings in them. But all of that was overshadowed by the creme-de-la-creme on his right shoulder where the hair was thinner. A blood red biohazard tattoo, beautifully carved and perfectly capturing the ghastly beast that he was. I was delirious with my own pleasure and started to lick his crotch, trying to melt the fabric with my spit. I wanted his dick so bad and I was going to have it, come hell or high water! "Strip boy." I quickly withdrew from his crotch and shed my clothes. Naked as the day I was born, I got back on my knees and got back to smelling his manhood. "Unlock and give me your phone boy." Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider it but this was no ordinary circumstance and I was on a scent-high. I did as he asked, never questioning why he wanted my phone and got back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back. With his grip on, he stood up until he was towering over me. "Take off my pants pig," he said pointing my phone at me. The open flashlight made me realize that he was recording me serving him. I took his pants off, not realizing he was going commando. If the scent was strong before, it was extra powerful now. But who gave a fuck when I was seeing the most beautiful (& the most important) cock of my life. Pictures didn't do justice to his cock, which upfront, was sure to wreck whatever hole came across its path. As he let go of my hair, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started to slap me in the face with it. The feeling of his meat and the metal pierced into it on my face was heavenly. It hurt so good and I found myself positioning my cheeks to receive his cock slaps, like a good slut. When he stopped, my cheeks were stinging and extremely sensitive. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to let me have a go at his cock. Thankfully, he obliged. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly pull back the foreskin. Doing so revealed an angry red cock head, his piercings and a whole lot of dried dick cheese. It was disgusting and smelled horrible. I wanted it and I could no longer wait. I attacked it like a mad man, pushing his cock head into my mouth in one go. The metal piercings scrapped against the inside of my mouth, the smegma made me sick for a second but I was in no shape to stop. Part of me was scared because I had started sucking without prompting but when his hand landed on the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his crotch, I knew I was okay. It was all the motivation I needed to continue sucking on his beautiful dick, and I braved my way to take as much as I could. "You love sucking on poz dick don't you pig?" "Umm...hmm," I muffled a response while sucking him. "You want it up your pussy don't you? My toxic cum up your hole, spreading through you, corrupting your body and mind, destroying you. Is that what you want pig?" "Mmhhhmmm." "Who's Sarah?" Daddy asked while looking at my phone. I didn't stop sucking so I couldn't respond which pissed him off. He pushed my face off his cock and kicked me in the nuts. I yelped out at the sudden pain and grabbed my balls. "DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU FUCKING PIG & ANSWER ME," his palpable rage scared me and I quickly composed myself. "She's my Yoga instructor sir." "Well, not anymore. I don't think she's gonna be keeping you as a client after she sees the pics and videos I sent of you slurping on my cock and begging for my toxic cum." My mind went numb. Suddenly, this wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was all too real and it all came crashing on me. "Don't act like you didn't want it, pervert. You wanted this deep down, it's why you're still hard. It's why you haven't asked for your phone back yet and it's why you're going to get my toxic load." He was right, despite the overwhelming fear of being outed, part of me got off on this. Not knowing what I was supposed to say, I got back to doing what I was before and started sucking him. "Think of it as punishment for trying to run out earlier pig. This should remind you who's in-charge." The man was going to be my end because everything he said, despite how sick, depraved and fucked up it was, was turning me on more and more. "Tonight my pig boy, we start to destroy your life and build a new one." To be continued.....

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

I finally got to Hampstead Heath last weekend, It was everything I'd hoped! I'd been working in London, staying in a Holiday Inn. I couldn't arrange anything there because they insisted on taking the temp of every one going in. I didn't finish work until past 7 on Friday night (bloody job that turned out more complex) so went to eat and then was feeling horny. So thought I'd go to take a look on Hampstead Heath, I'd never been before. It was getting dusk by the time I got there but I could still see some. It seemed pretty quiet until I ventured into the trees and realised there were quite a few guys there already. After few mins I came across three guys fucking a guy who was standing against a tree, then I found a clearing with prob 8 or 9 guys, a few fucking, others watching. I went across to watch. As soon as I got there a guy knelt in front of me. I only had shorts, tee shirt and trainers on, it was a really hot night. He pulled my shorts down and started to suck me. Seconds later a finger was in my hole, I'd lubed with Ky and a dollop of vaseline to stop it drying out before I got there. I was pushed over, my hands found the tree, a meaty cock head probed my arse crack, couldn't find my opening. I reached behind to pull it to my hole. He shoves, my arse bursts with pain. Fuck, hold on I cry. He ignores me, head followed by shaft drives deeper into me. No talk, no condom. I manage to open my poppers, sniff deeply. His fucking is savage, the pain fades as the poppers kick in and his cock massages my prostate. Its so hot and humid, I pull my tee off, I'm sweating as I take this strangers cock raw in my arse. Minutes later he rams deep, grunting as he cums in my bowels. I lay forward, shocked I guess at the speed of it all. The clearing seems to have filled with guys. Hands grab my hips and pull me up, another cock seeks my hole, i feel his jeans zip against me when he bottoms out, he lasts maybe a minute before a feel a rush inside me, cum dribbles down my balls when he pulls out. I shuffle to the tree, kicking my shorts off and grabbing them with my tee as I lie forward and rest my chest on the tree. What a slut I think to myself as cock no. 3 drives into me, I can't believe I'm offering my hole to all comers. This one doesn't cum, I don't think, or the next, but then three in succession sound like they do and my hole is running wet again. I stayed there until it started getting light. I guess I took 30 or 40 cocks, perhaps some fucked me twice or more, perhaps half came inside me. Very few had condoms. As it started to get light I could tell that guys were getting ready to leave and several seemed to be looking for a hole to get off in before going. These seemed the biggest loads as cum would kind of stream out when they pulled out, although maybe my hole was pretty wide and relaxed by then too. I decided I'd had enough when it became daylight. I'd hung onto my clothes throughout, but my shorts did little to hide the state I was in. My legs were sticky with cum, i was sweaty, dirty, but felt so satisfied. I had to get the carpet cleaner on my car seat the next day after driving home!

Like this story. would be nice if it was a gay guy like me taking all that cum.

8. I stood outside of the stranger’s apartment building for a moment catching my breath and checking my messages. Nothing yet from Sir, but a few on Scruff from guy’s I had messaged the day before. I started to walk home, slowly answering messages as I went. As I walked I could feel cum running down my leg, leaking from my hole. It was just a tiny bit but I felt certain that anyone walking behind me would see a massive wet spot forming in my shorts. I stank of sweat and cum, I needed a shower, but I was still horny. I hadn’t cum myself since Sir had fucked me the first time my whole focus had been on getting dick and making him happy. I couldn’t wait till my next appointment! I got home and stripped off. After a quick shower I fell on to my bed naked and ran my hands down along my body. My cock sprung to life at the slightest tough and started drooling immediately. As horny as I was though jerking off was not my goal, I wanted more cock. I checked my phone, no new assignments from Sir yet. Sir had changed me. As I lay there, my fingers rubbing my battered hole, I thought about the vanilla vers boy I’d imagined myself two days prior. That boy was gone. The most important thing to me was dick now. I needed to get fucked. Sir had broken my brain. I didn’t want to wait for him to send me my next assignment. I opened Scruff on my phone, and started looking through people who had messaged me and anyone who was online. There was a new profile I hadn’t seen before, very close by. It only showed a somewhat stout hairy torso, no age, no name. The profile didn’t list much besides “top”. I messaged him, “horny cum dump looking to get bred.” He responded with a picture of a stupidly thick but not terribly long cock nestled in salt and pepper pubes. “Fuck, please breed my hole Sir,” I responded. He sent me his address, and I stared at it for a minute, he lived in my building. When I told him that he said, “I’m the new super, come down to the basement and let me load up that cunt.” “Yes Sir,” I replied, “one thing thought, I need you to take a video while you fuck me for my Sir.” “Boy’s cunt is owned then?” “Yes, Sir.” “Perfect. Get your pussy downstairs.” I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, slipped into a pair of flip flops and ran down to the basement. I walked past the trash cans and laundry to a door I’d always ignored marked “super” in brass letters. I knocked. When he opened the door I realized I’d seen the guy before in the building. Just a little taller than me with a short salt and pepper goatee, he had a square slightly heavy-set build. I hadn’t though much of him before, but now standing in front of me in a plain white t-shirt and loose-fitting basketball shorts he was so fucking sexy. His cock was clearly already a little hard and pressing forward against the thin fabric of his shorts. “So, you’re the cum dump who had all those tops over yesterday.” “I, well, yeah.” “Now it’s my turn. Bend over the washing machine.” “Here in the hall?” “I’m still unpacking, this won’t take long. Now bend over pig.” 48 hours ago, I would never have bent over the washing machine in the laundry room for my whole apartment complex, and 48 hours ago I wouldn’t have gone to meet a man I knew nothing about in the basement either. Yet, now here I was, my hole exposed ready to be fucked by this man I had never met. “Most boys can’t take me right away, but I’m guessing you won’t have too much trouble with how much cock you took yesterday.” He rubbed his cock head against my hole. “Looks just as good in person as it does on the camera boy. Your Sir’s gonna love this video.” He pressed the broad head of his cock against my hole and I moaned. He was right, I didn’t have any problem, his cock slid into me and I breathed a sigh of relief as my cunt opened up for him. He felt amazing. The wide head of his cock stretched me wide as he started to pound. I rocked my ass back against his hips making him fuck me harder and harder. The sound of slapping flesh bounced off the concrete walls. He had a fist full of my hair holding me in place over the washer as he fucked me. “I’m gonna fill this cunt up good for you boy. I got a nice big two day load for you.” “Fuck yes, breed my hole.” “Don’t worry boy, you’ll get this load and then some. I’m gonna be breeding this cunt often.” “Anytime Sir!” “Good pig. Here it…” he didn’t finish his sentence. He growled and landed on my back. His belly pressing me forward. “Thank you, Sir.” I panted as his breathing came back to normal. Slowly he slid out of me and pulled his shorts up. I did the same, shaking a little. He was smiling when I turned to face him again. “I sent you the video on Scruff kid. I think your Sir’s gonna love it.” “Thank you!” I checked my phone, I had a text from Sir. It was a new address. “Shit,” I said, “I gotta go. Thank you for the load. Anytime you need to breed a hole you know where to find me.” I almost surprised myself saying that but I knew it was true. I didn’t even bother going back to my apartment. The address Sir sent wasn’t far. I just went up the stairs to the main floor and walked out of the building, my supers load deep inside me.

Part 2 Jackson and Alverez were carefully checking each room, it was like a maze down here they had been in three Labs and 2 offices, and so far, they had found nothing except one dishevelled office papers scattered and chair over turned with what looked like black ink up one wall but that could have been caused by panic when the alarm sounded. Jackson moved up to an open glass door way to what looked like an office area small cubicles filled the space like any office in America where the windows would have been seemed to be computer screens showing the containment breach information and advising all to get to the shelter for decontamination. The screens provided no real light only casting more shadows but he though he saw a movement towards the back of the room. He muttered into his mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” he moved into the room and heard a click behind him Jackson looked back to see the door had closed and a red light flashed over a slot for a key card Alverez’s voice came back over the com link “heading to you now” Jackson muttered again. “The damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” a brief “Rodger “ came back over the mic and Jackson sighed and lifted the gun beginning to move. He moved down the aisle of cubicles with careful trained motions scanning for anyone who could be hiding, but the flickering computer screens and the emergency lights caused dancing shadows that made this almost impossible. He was halfway through the room about to give up when a soft thud behind him made him spin around. Something grabbed his head. There was a blur of colour in front of his face. He went to let out a shout of alarm, but it was muffled by something being forced into his mouth then down his throat. It was slimy and dripping something; he gagged at the sensation and pushed back, stumbling backwards. He landed hard on his ass looking up at what had just attacked him with his hand trying to wipe the fluid from his mouth and his eyes wide. The creature has once been a man but now … It was naked and tall maybe 6:02. Its skin was grey and pulled taught over bone and over defined muscle. Its body hair and eyes were jet black. Spider webbing across its body were black veins that pulsed with a strange toxic green light converging over the thing's heart forming an eerie replica of the bio hazard symbol. Jackson felt his eyes pulled down to the creature's crotch. A massive member hung between its legs. It was still swinging from when the thing grabbed him, and it was getting hard. Jackson was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe. His mind was fuzzy. He was too hot; he could feel his body break out into a sweat and needed to get out of his cloths. He needed to be near the creature. Its black eyes not leaving his, Jackson's hands moved clumsily to the clasps on his vest and pulled the release buckles. It clattered to the floor forgotten as he pulled off the jacket and t-shirt tossing them to the side exposing his body to the humid air, Sweat was trickling down his chest and abs both dusted with light bond hair. He realised he had never been so horny. Every nerve was on fire. He fumbled with his trousers his eyes never leaving the glorious creature In front of him. The creature seemed to sense its prey was ready and moved up to the young man caressing his body with its fingers and tongue. Jackson shivered as it seemed to spend time licking and smelling every inch it could reach abs, biceps armpits. Then when the thing's tongue and mouth pressed over his left nipple, he let out a moan of pleasure. Hard as iron and leaking precum, his cock strained against his trousers. The thing could sense the pure fluid leaking from its prey. Its hands moved to his fatigues; they were ripped off of him and flung into the darkness. The same fate befell the boxers - one swift movement and Jackson was naked only his socks and boots left, His six inch shaft hard as a rock pointing at the creature almost offering the large droplet forming on the tip. Jackson moaned. Desperate for it to touch him, his mind screamed for him to stop. "What are you doing you're not even gay and this thing is a monster!" Even that went silent when the thing sat down in front of him its head moving forward its tongue delicately licking up the droplet of precum before its mouth engulfed his whole member with one swallow. Its throat massaged him as if trying to pull the cum out of him. Waves of pleasure crashed through him; his mind almost lost to the pleasure and fog of the thing's saliva. After a short time, it pulled back and Jackson let out a whimper of loss. Collapsing unable to stand, his legs were weak after the onslaught. The thing caught him and lifted him to its face that long tongue moved down his taint. Jackson's whimper became another moan of pure pleasure as the hot breath of the creature and its long tongue met and invaded his hole. It would circle and then press in deeperf each time the ooze doing its job and opening Jackson up and getting him ready for the Gift his maker was about to give him. The creature and Jackson could hear something banging, screaming and shouting, but they were both too consumed with the hunger to pay it any real attention. The headset down by the vest on the floor was buzzing with sound, but it, too, was forgotten now. All that mattered was the thing and the pleasure it was giving him. Jackson felt himself get lowered by the things strong arms, and he felt a pressure on his hole. His mind tried to fight back. He tried to struggle, but the things grip was like steel; tears welled and fell down his face as the thing forced him down onto the huge toxic cock. He cried out as he felt like he was being impaled by molten iron his hole trying to stretch impossibly wide. His last true thought was, "This can't be happening." Then the head broke through. A flash of white-hot agony took him, but mercifully his thoughts faded and with them the pain. It was still there and spreading though him like a wild fire from where that toxic member had entered him, but the pleasure beat it out. The creatures precum already starting the corruption that would take him soon enough. He was face to face with the creature now half impaled on its cock. Full of lust wanting more, needing more. he kissed it deep. The tongue again went down his throat. There was no gagging now, no revulsion. The toxic thing moved him up and down slowly at first then faster more urgent. He broke the kiss, and Jackson's head was thrown back screaming with the pleasure as each move brought him higher and higher. Each pump of its toxic cock brought him closer. Without warning, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him balls deep ripping him open inside fully planted, fully claiming its prey. It looked him in the eyes as it screamed out its triumph, pulsing rope after rope of thick black corruption into its new creation flooding it so there was no turning back. Jackson let out one final moan of pure ecstasy as he was forced to take the whole massive toxic length. He did not notice the tearing or the pain only the pleasure as the Toxic Thing's pulsing cock had sent him over the edge, and his own cum erupted from him. The mouth of the thing he was riding swiftly engulfing his steel-hard cock not missing a drop and sucking the last of his pure fluids from him. Everything went still except for Jackson panting. The thing pulled him off of its softening cock and held him in its arms black toxic cum and blood spilling from Jackson's ruined hole and dripped down his leg pooling on the cheap office carpet like spilled ink. He whined and twitched, and the change started in earnest. His skin was already going gray, and veins were spider webbing across is body inch by inch. His dick was growing as the body fat seemed to be draining away from him. As Jackson was being reborn, the thing carried him from the room almost tenderly. Alverez looking on in horror from behind the bullet proof glass unable to help his friend.

I don't do it to debate him so much as to make it clear to others that his arguments are silly. Too many people are unwilling to challenge insanity when they encounter it, either out of fear of confrontation, excessive politeness, or the mistaken idea that because everyone can have an opinion, all opinions are equal and worthy of respect. I call BS on that. People need to see that normalizing a malignant narcissistic sociopath is a bad thing.

At our seminary, we have to go out into the community and help people, but all don't go into the poor neighborhoods, but the well off one's as the neighborhoods I will be going to at the orders of DR. Jeff are dangerous. There I will meet Big Bill, and when I do meet him, I know why. Bill is over 6ft8 300 lbs of mean mussel, and when I enter the room, he has three of his friends. Bill explains that he has plenty of products, but none of his boys can go into the upscale neighborhoods and sell as being Black. They get caught by the police fast. With me being part of the seminary dress in the school uniform of the black pants black tie with a white shirt and short hair, we will never get bothered. He shows me the stuff he has of GHB, Tins in all different strengths, Molly, and E. He tells me there is a big market and if I bring back a boy to be there, fuck meat they will give me supplies. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR CLOTHES FAGGOT as they pick me up like rage doll and shove their dicks first in my mouth as someone is giving me a bump in my hole that is WOW. They spend fucking the shit out of me as my appreciation of a BBC grew exponentially as they took turns fucking my brain out and the taste of their sweat dripping on me as my hole loaded with their cum and my mouth filled with their piss. I left there with some supplies and was sore walking back to the dorms. My roommate Peter is asking me questions about what happen and is hinting he would like to do it again as he says he never felt so alive. I let Dr. Jeff how Peter feels, and he says he has not converted yet, so bring him around tonight as he is having a party. I have to make some deliveries for Big Bill, so I go to the addresses Big Bill gave me. The first one is in the industrial section, and the door just has a number on and nothing else. I rang the buzzer and met with this large man in leather the place is dark except to the two men under the lights as he tells me to be silent as they are filming. One is in leather with his fist in the other man's ass, telling him to take it deeper. The one who let me in takes the package see the look of excitement and says Boy one day that will be you in the sling getting fisted NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES and take care of business. I suck his dick as his hands go behind my head, and he starts to skull fuck me and cums down my throat, then give me a card then says you ever want to come to one of the parties I will be his guest. The rest of the deliveries are just for people's homes or apartments. The last one as it's out of town with the house set back from the road with a gate on it. I hit the buzzer tell who I am; I get to the front, and the most beautiful boy greats me and tells me to come. This place is so big like a castle as we walk to the back I see the pool. There are men & boy's naked fucking and sucking, he asks me if I want to join in, but with my dick so hard straining against the chastity cage I cant as I leave he says come back any time as we would love to have you here to party with us anytime. The ride home was torture after seeing what they were doing and wish I could be unlocked. As I'm driving back, I see someone crash their motorcycle; I stop to see if they need help. He says his name is Peter and his bike is wrecked. I ask if he needs medical he said yes, but he does not have any health insurance, I tell him that I have a friend that could help him. I call Dr. Jeff after sending a picture of Peter, and Dr. Jeff says, send him over ASAP. Peter is happy as he is sore, little does know how sore he will be after Dr. Jeff gets finished with him.

Trump is not a capitalist. He took tens, if not hundreds, of millions of dollars from his father and ran most of his business ventures into bankruptcy. In the process, by stiffing hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of contractors who did work for him, he caused many of them to go into bankruptcy as well. He was so notorious for defaulting not only on vendor payments but on loans that starting more than twenty years ago, no American bank would lend him anything for even the smallest business venture. He was saved from yet additional bankruptcies by (a) laundering hundreds of millions of dollars for the Russian mob, mostly through Deutsche Bank, (b) hiring out his name to every two-bit fraudulent scammer of a foreign developer who used Trump's name to steal millions (or more) in local money, with Trump always getting his cut, and (c) pretending to be a billionaire developer on TV by being the kind of sociopathic asshole everyone in the business world already knew him to be. As has been noted by analyst after analyst, his so-called wealth has been vastly overstated for decades. At one point, in a deposition, he admitted over half his "wealth" was what he - and nobody else - considered his "brand" worth, and that it varied depending on how he felt that day. Of course, this is nothing new for a developer who builds a 58-story building and declares it to be 68 stories tall because he skipped ten numbers when it came to numbering floors. Everything about him is a con job, a scam, outright theft, or simply false. But hey, if that's the kind of business dealings you think are admirable, that's great - it tells us a lot about you. As for your comments on socialism: leaving aside your conflation of various and sundry kinds of socialism and non-socialism as all essentially the same thing - while ignoring that much of Europe's modern governance has socialist underpinnings - I'll just comment that I'm glad to hear you are so vehemently against socialism. Of course, it has made some inroads here in the U.S. - most prominently in the form of Social Security and Medicare - so I'm especially glad to know you're planning to reject any and all benefits under those systems - as surely you wouldn't want to be labeled a hypocrite for benefiting from socialist programs.

Part 3 - Broken The room felt warmer, I was definitely sweating a bit, Paul was boring his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my asshole, a steady rhythm accompanied by the soft sound of his penetrations. He moved his lips from mine, licking his way to an armpit, then bathing my pit with his tongue, pushing against it, rubbing his scruff on that tender, sensitive skin. I was squirming beneath him, gasping, small sounds escaping, as he moved to the other side and did the same. My pits are supersensitive in the same way nips are on lots of other guys, and the way he was working them over was almost too much. Grabbing my upper arms, he pinned them down, settling his body on mine, using his heavier weight to keep me from wriggling so much. “Something wrong, faggot? Can’t control yourself?” He started slamming his cock into me, hard and deliberate. “No - nothing - just, shit, it’s crazy - I mean, this…” My voice trailed off, in my fucked up state I couldn’t put a sentence together. My whimpers resumed. He paused for a second, grabbed poppers, shoved them under a nostril. Obediently, I inhaled once, then again. My head started to spin, now my boipussy somehow was more open, even warmer. “You want my load in your cunt?” I just looked at him, the poppers had now made even speaking a challenge. Unexpectedly, he slapped me, more than lightly. Startled, I didn’t answer at first, then looked at him and nodded. Another slap, “What? Answer me.” “Yes, please, breed my ass, fucking mark my party hole.” “You’re such a fucking pigboy.” “Please.” He started to piston in and out off my hole, drilling in rough and deep, breathing harder. His face contorted, then came a torrent of abuse and cum. "Fuck! Yeah, you’re getting it! What all you whores want. Take my cum. Take it. This cunt is mine. You fucking slut!” Paul was pressing deep, forcing the sperm in, ramming his dick, I could feel the heat and wetness of his load start to seep around my ass lips. He bent down again and kissed, forcefully. The pace slowed, he was reveling in the sensations of my open hole, his cum, the warmth, the conquest. We made out, then he rose up off me, pulled all the way out except for the head, used his finger to trace the outline of my asshole, stretched wide with his cock. Took some of his seed on his fingers, fed it to me, roughly moving his fingers inside my mouth. I sucked them clean. I had lost any sense of control. Of my body, emotions, any ability to do anything except obey and be used. I was broken.

There is a decided mind fuck side to this question for me. Fucking for me is so much more than the physical act... at least, i want it to be. i'll 'simply' hook if that's all there is, but fucking is so much better when the rest of the couple is engaged (not just their bodies). First off, i have never liked the label "daddy." i know it has different meanings for individuals, for me it by passes who i am and is sort of ageist. I.e: ' once you get past a certain age, you're a "daddy."' To me, even the supposed positive connotation has "dom" or "top" attached to it, so i feel lost, invisible, when it's used. The term son has similar issues for me on the reverse side. I.e., the "son" becomes an idea instead of who he is and it still can be a sort of ageism to me. Roles of "dad" or "son" apart, i have experienced some awesome connection with some younger Tops. i had a fb who was more than half my age and He bred me regularly until i converted 3 years ago. That really scared Him, but He was very appreciative when i told Him. He got tested and was relieved to find out He was neg. When He was breeding me though, the dynamic was awesome. He had a maturity that blew me away and exposed age bias in me. He knew how to breed my mind and feelings and He loved the power of being a Top and knowing how to do that. There is an added element of mind fuck for me for a younger guy loving to fuck and breed an older guy emotionally and mentally. i think it's because there is a culturally unexpected connect there for both parties. i see need and desire in both Dom and sub, Top and bottom. i know a lot on both sides shy away from words like "need" when it comes to a "Dom" or "Top," because i think many associate "need" with weakness. i don't. Needing to eat or drink or breed is not a weakness, it's a natural necessity. bottoms are plentiful. Anyone who wants to breed can find and use a bottoms hole pretty easily. But getting inside of a bottoms head and emotions is a whole different level. A Top who is strong enough to not be afraid of His own desire and need ends up owning a piece of me beyond my hole. A younger guy who does that has an added dimension because it really shatters the social mental/emotional stereotype for me. There's a deeper level of, idk, power play 'humiliation?' when a younger guy locks and owns me.

Exactly. I take for granted my bottoms are barebackers. When they come into my room they see the lube and the poppers, that's it. What is negotiated sometimes is whether to breed them or cum somewhere else, but in general I end up jizzing in.