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As some of you know, I lost my husband to a stroke last year. His mother was living with us at the time, and no one in his family has stepped up to take over her care. So she still lives with me. Tonight, I hooked up in my house for the first time in 19 months during waking hours (I have done a few 2 AM hookups while she was asleep). I didn't make a big production of it or introduce her to my fuckbuddy. I did go into my bedroom at 8:15 and not come until long after she had gone to bed. She has made it clear she won't be upset if I start to date, but I am not quite to the point of looking for a relationship. I took that to mean a hookup would be okay, too. Anyway, this was the young black top who's a multi-cummer who had fucked me on my desk in my office a couple of weeks ago. He was back in town for a cast party for the haunted forest attraction he had worked in October. The party was Friday night, and he had told me he would come by Saturday night if he could. I was assuming this would be quite late as that is how his schedule usually runs, but he hit me up around 7:45. I thought about it for a minute and decided to try doing a hookup while my mother-in-law was still up. I told him to give me half an hour to make sure I was clean. He showed up right on time at 8:15. I put on some music to give us a little cover. We agreed to try to keep the volume down (although we had limited success with that last time). We got naked and made out for a while alternating with his working my nipples and my sucking his cock. Eventually, he was ready to fuck. He put me on my belly with my head down and ass up. He slowly worked into me with just the spit lingering from the blowjob. He's big (about 7.5" by 5") but not huge, so I was able to take this fairly easily. He has gotten very good at knowing exactly where my limits for discomfort are and pushing them without breaking them. Once he was inside I started to self-lubricate, and everything went smoothly. He began a deep and intense fucking. I was doing my best to get enough leverage to push back keeping my back arched. He varied his stroke length and angle every few minutes. His balls slapped against mine over and over. He is truly amazing. Every fuck he throws into me is different, but every one is amazing. The whole time I was on the verge of feeling like it was more than I could handle. After 20 or 30 minutes, his strokes got shorter and harder. He usually makes me ask for his first load, but tonight he got caught up in it. He bred me with a huge load. His nut went on for a long time. He eased out and collapsed next to me on the bed. I cleaned him off with my mouth; he lay there slowly catching his breath. We cuddled for a while. I turned over, and he curled around me big spoon. He dozed for a few minutes, but when he woke up, he was ready for round two. He reached down and slid the tip of his cock inside using his load for lube. We stayed spooned at first, but that didn't give him the leverage he wanted. He rolled me over on my belly with one knee bent under me. He began fucking into me roughly with his hips at a 45 degree angle to mine. Again he was varying the angle and intensity constantly. A couple of times I felt him slow down to keep from cumming. Eventually he had me back in the position from the first fuck. He was working hard to get that second load out. Sweat began to drip onto my back. I had made the decision not to use poppers tonight because I wanted to really feel everything; I regretted that decision at a couple of moments because it got pretty uncomfortable, but I took it without complaint. After a long hard fuck, he pumped a second load inside me with his whole body jerking. He collapsed again. He stopped me when I went to clean him; he said it was too sensitive. I went to pee and brought him back water, a damp cloth, and a dry one. We talked about how amazing the sex has been including my experiment with not using poppers. He wrapped his body around mine, and we talked and made out. He said he was tired, so I offered to let him spend the night. He said he needed to get home for things he had to do tomorrow, but he asked if I would set an alarm and let him take a 30 minute nap. I did so, and we curled up with me as big spoon this time. He was out almost immediately. I dozed a bit, but mostly listened to the music still playing. When the alarm went off, we made out a little more, and then he got dressed and took off.

disclaimer : 1. this story may or may not be a true story. 2. english is not my first language, so please excuse me for grammatical mistakes. - 01 In 2016, I was still living in Asia. I was 26 years old, had a husband and 2 successful businesses to run. My life was exactly how I dreamed of it to be when I was 20. When I was 20, I had gotten HIV and thrown out of home for being gay. I was working 3 part time jobs to pay for my life. But in 6 years, so many things had changed. I had my own company, not just one, two! And I even had a husband who loves me deeply. I almost couldn't believe how my life turned out. I should have been very happy for achieving all this, but I wasn't. I was happier, but something was definitely missing. And that's when I turned to sex. Me and my husband already had an open relationship going, but it wasn't a frequent thing. But ever since my company started running by itself, I was meeting guys everyday. They were mostly white daddy tops, because I just loved older White men. I grew up without any father figure in my life. That made me look for men who are older and wiser than me. I love that natural confidence White men exude from living a privileged life, and yet also having that sensitivity and maturity from experiencing some sort of discrimination for being gay, that really turned me on. I worshiped them. To me, older White men with big cock were work of arts, and my gods. I wanted each one of my sex partners to completely own me. Even if it is just for that short amount of time while we have sex. I enjoyed that complete submission. And of course those fat veiny uncut cock. This was something I craved more than anything. I just loved how they feel inside me. Luckily, my city being one of the business centrals of Asia, I had met plenty of White men. Especially business men. And this night was also one of those nights too. I spent a whole day looking for guys to meet on Grindr, but I wasn't getting anything. Then around 6pm, this blank profile messaged me. "Hi. Do you parTy?" I knew what he meant by parTy. I had just discovered 'breeding zone' and been reading some chem-sex stories here. I was just not sure if I am ready to go through this. My heart was pounding. 'He doesn't have a picture, but he is tall, White and in his 50s. I am sure he is going to be perfectly my type. Say yes. You are not going to be hooked. Just this one time.' I was torned. It took me 20 minutes to reply his message. "No. I don't parTy. But i am willing to try." I replied. Another 20 minutes have passed by, but he didn't reply to my message. But he was still online. I just assumed that he thought meeting a newbie was too dangerous or he found another guy to join him. So i gave up, moved on, decided to have dinner. 2 hours later, I got another message on Grindr, from an Asian guy. Asian guys are usually not my first choice mainly because, me being Asian, I have slept with too many Asians when I was a teenager. But he was decent looking, had toned body so I was thinking if I should meet him. Then he sent me this long message about how much in love he is with my small framed body. I am 5'4, dark brown hair and eyes, have fit and really small body, but perfectly proportionate. I look very tall in pictures, but in real life, I am a miniature size person. My dick looks so huge compared to my body. I am not everyone's type, but I tend to have these fans who obsess about me, and he was one of them. And he sure knew how to seduce me. 'Well, I haven't got fucked today yet and I am really horny. Let's meet him.' I decided. And then thats when things got exciting. "Do you mind 3s? I have a friend visiting, he is also a top. White guy." I just instinctually knew. It is the white guy I talked to on Grindr! I will be partying with these two tonight. "Let's do it." "I will meet you at 7. Intercontinental Hotel lobby." I was excited and nervous about how this night was going to turn out. And this night changed me forever. - to be continued

Promise Kept Saturday morning rolled around and I knew I had plans. I didn't know when, but I did know with whom and where. I kept checking to see if he was online since I hadn't swapped numbers with him when I was there. "Shit! He probably thinks it was all talk since I didn't give him my number" I thought. I kept checking the app through the day. I know I pissed a bunch of guys off by telling them that I already had plans but I was still online. My phone just about blew up with guys when I went to the store to stock the fridge. At first I thought every bottom in the city was in the food store. At one point I had three guys following me around. On any other day I'd be jumping all over them, but today I was meeting back up with the chubby hispanic guy. Nothing seemed to deter the other guys on the app. No pics, "Poz, off meds" and "not looking today, maybe next week" in my profile was like I had the hottest selfie and said "safest fuck around" or "I'll fuck you in 5 in the bathroom." It was exhausting telling them all "no, not today." I was the only top on the app in a 3 mile radius and these bottoms knew it. I could look like Godzilla but as long as my dick worked, they didn't care. Hell, some of them probably preferred it that way. I almost didn't even look at my phone when it buzzed when I was about two blocks from my building. I had convinced myself that I'd blown it and he wasn't going to bother logging in since he thought I'd lied. "Hey. Not shur if u were serius about hookn today" was his message. A grin came over my face, behind the mask. "Yeah realized we didnt swap digits u want to meet? what time?" I replied. The tree on the edge of the sidewalk that I had walked into jolted me back to reality and I laughed to myself for being an idiot. Without waiting for a reply, I sent my cell number. The phone rang a minute later and we started to talk. Once I had a good idea of what to bring he asked "You gonna breed me again, right?" and I replied "Sure, if you want. You're the one rolling the dice." "Fuck yeah. You got two loads to share? More? I was so fuckin turned on I plugged my ass last week and let your dirty seed soak in all night" he replied. I could tell he was getting hornier by the second. "Careful of what you ask for" I said, chuckling a little but I was dead serious. "Oh, I know. This little piggy will see you at eight" he replied and hung up right away. I wasn't sure if he had other guys to do or what, but that left me over six hours to kill. Most of the afternoon went quickly and I decided not to shower before I went over to... uh... his place. I had no idea what his name was and like most of my hookups I didn't really care. But he was a little more than just a hookup. I packed my backpack with way too many supplies and then called the uber from the week before. "Hey, you gave me a round trip ride last week about 9pm. Can you do it again? Fifty round trip and it can be off the record" I said. He sounded a little suspicious and probably hoped he wasn't being set up, but I was serious. The prospect of taking all of the fare was too good for him to pass up and he was right on time to get me over there at eight pm. He met me at the door in just a pair of boxers and a smile. A devilish smile. I had him pinned against the wall in seconds and my tongue was down his throat. My clothes were still on and the backpack was still slung over my shoulder, but my chest was pressed against his and we kissed madly. There was a little passion in it, but it was mostly animal lust. My hands slid down inside the back of his shorts and squeezed his ass. I could feel his shorts tent into my crotch as we made out a little longer until he pushed me away and said "Time for you to get naked." It was good to see him get more forceful since the last time he was pretty submissive. I chuckled and backed away, setting my pack on the floor before doing a slow striptease in front of him. He looked a little different this time and I realized that the chin fur was now joined by a trimmed stache and chinstrap beard. Glancing around the room, it looked like he was ready to get messy since there was a rubber sheet over the bed. The table had a baggie of weed and a pipe and papers next to it. There were also several water bottles on the table which I knew could serve a few purposes, the least of which was staying hydrated from the weed and hard exercise. With the last of my clothes on the floor, I walked the few steps to him and tugged his shorts off. He was still hard, so I grabbed his dick and led him over to the table. I picked up the pipe and while his eyes told me he'd already taken a few hits I lit the bowl and took a long drag. It was some good shit, better than mine, and it hit me right away. I set the lighter and pipe down and then pulled his face to mine, shotgunning the smoke right into his mouth. As I expected, this wasn't the first time he'd done it since he breathed in and let the smoke add to his rush. We finished off another bowl of weed and I looked at him and said "I bet you're thirsty after that." His mind may have been hazy but he knew exactly what I meant. He walked past me right into the bathroom and kneeled down on the floor. I was right behind him and took my spot as he looked up at me and opened his mouth. The two bottles of water I'd drank before I left and the one I downed on the ride over were ready to escape and I had an eager mouth waiting to be filled. Piss play can go in many different directions depending on the goal. I wasn't going to hose him down to show my dominance over him but I was going to spray some on his face before I let the stream fill his mouth. The stream was pretty clear with only the faintest of yellow in it. He let his mouth fill before he even thought about swallowing. At first I thought he was just going to let it run out of his mouth and over his chest and gut, which he did do, but then gulped down my urine letting it fill his mouth up again. Watersports isn't a thing I do a lot, mostly because I prefer pump and dump sessions. But, given the right place and time it can be hot and this was one of those times. As the stream slowed he moved closer and soon was drinking from the tap until my bladder was empty. When it was, he took the rest of my quickly hardening shaft into his mouth and pushed me back the few feet to the wall. As much as I wanted to lick the piss off his face, he wanted to suck my cock more and had me trapped against the wall. He was showing signs of being a power bottom by taking control and to be honest, it turned me on. This was very different than most of the fucks I'd had since the lockdown started and even before then. After a minute or so, my cock was board stiff and he had his face mashed into my pubes. His throat flexed around my cock for a few moments until he started to bob on it. Most guys spend the bulk of their time sucking going up and down and then deep throat just for a second or two. This guy loved feeling a cock as deep as it could go into his throat. Both of us were moaning and it had been a long time since I had someone who could take all of my cock and work it like he did. He'd spent almost fifteen minutes lapping and sucking on my cock and balls and he had me getting close. It was way too early to be shooting my first load of the night and I definitely didn't want it going down his throat. Moving my hands to the side of his head, I slowly pushed him off. He looked up at me with those brown puppy dog eyes and I stared back at him, letting my balls cool down for a moment. Guiding him back to my spit soaked cock, I slowly buried my shaft down his throat, feeling him fill his lungs with air before I got too far. There wasn't a bit of hesitation, protest or struggle. Just a grateful cocksucker getting what he needed. I let go of his head and he didn't move at all, except for his throat flexing around my cock. A few moments later, he pulled back just enough to grab some air and went back down with his nose in my pubes. He did this a few times and it felt damn good. It was feeling too good and once again, I pulled his head off my cock and tilted it back. I let a long string of drool drip out of my mouth and he caught it perfectly. With a little nudge, he slowly stood up and stared back at me not sure what I was going to do next. He seemed a little surprised when I licked the sides of his face off, tasting the piss and sweat on his skin and beard. I wasn't selfish and shared the taste with him, his mouth opening greedily to accept my tongue. We snogged a little and I lapped up some more piss off his chest before giving him a gentle shove towards the door. "On the bed on all fours" I said firmly. I didn't want to come across like I was treating him as a slave, but I wanted him to know I was in control now. I grabbed a tub of lube out of my pack and then joined him on the bed. He seemed a little nervous and to be honest I was too. It had been over a year since I had done this and I didn't have tons of experience. "Ready to get that pig hole stretched?" I asked. "Hell, yeah. It was just before lockdown since the last guy fisted me and I've been craving it lately. The big dildo I have isn't big enough and..." he replied, his voice trailing off as he grabbed a bottle of poppers. I opened the tub of lube and knelt next to him. With a glob of lube, I coated my right hand and used the remaining to work some inside him with a finger. My left hand pried his butt cheek away and I slowly started to work a pair of fingers in. They went in pretty easy and I knew he had been working that big dildo into his hole earlier. Two fingers quickly became three and after some more lube, I added my thumb underneath. His moans and whimpers accompanied the occasional huff of poppers. It's always the knuckles that are the barrier and while my hands aren't especially big, it was going to take a significant stretch to get them in. "You like that piggy?" I said softly as my hand twisted and pushed in and out. I got a loud moan in response. Collapsing my hand I pulled back and added my pinkie and went back to working his hole. "Hungry little piggy needs my whole hand in there, right?" I asked. Amongst the whimpering and moaning he gasped out "Yes... Papi... I need... it all... in me... Make Hector your pig." I heard another big huff as he took a couple lungfuls of poppers in. It took a few seconds, but his hole relaxed again and with a couple more twists, my knuckles popped past his ring. Both of us let out a gutteral moan as his hole sucked the rest of my hand inside. It's an amazing feeling for both the fister and the fistee when you finally get in. His hole spasmed a bit around my wrist as I stood there motionless. "Oh fuck papi... oh fuck yes... I can feel you in me... feels so fuckin good...." he said, with his words fading into to gibberish. Once he was used to the invasion, I started to work my hand in a little deeper, adding more lube to my forearm. Slowly, my hand worked his ass and I could feel his whole body throb with each heartbeat. Curling my fingers back, my hand became a fist and I could get another few inches into his hot, throbbing chute. My arm worked back and forth, hearing his moaning and whimpering and letting me know how good he felt. I thought he was stretched enough that I started to pull back further and after several attempts my hand came free. He groaned at the sudden empty feeling and it returned to a moan as I pushed back in. We kept going, gentle fucking with my hand for a few minutes and then pulling free before repeating. I knew he was going to be really loose if I tried to fuck him with my cock right then and wondered how long it would take to close up. My cock was too hard to wait, so I pulled my hand back out and stood into a crouch behind him. My cock slid in so easily it shocked me and in a few seconds I had my hips pressed against his ass. "Piggy like that dick?" I said and moments later I heard "Fuck me papi... fuck me good." I didn't want to disappoint him and began driving my shaft into his loose hole. I could feel him try and clamp down on my cock. It got tighter but was nothing like the week before. But I liked the feeling of my bare, leaking cock plowing into the rosebud and then deeper into his gut. There was no need to start out gentle as his pussy was ready to take whatever I could give. Long, firm strokes ended with my hips bouncing off his plump ass. Pushing his shoulders down and bracing against them, I pounded harder. Normally I need a tighter hole to get me off, but his stretched out silky hole and eagerness to take whatever I gave made up for it. His whimpers and begging added to my desire to fuck him good and flood his guts with my seed. I had to slow down a few times to stave off cumming sooner than I wanted but my balls weren't going to wait much longer. A couple hard thrusts and my cock started to spew ropes of cum into his wrecked hole. "Breed me, papi! Make this piggy yours!" Hector cried out as he felt my body shake in that unmistakable way. One more hard slam, a few smaller pulses and my balls were sated for the moment. I rolled him over with me and we stayed there a few minutes catching our breath. His body glistened in the light from the mixture of our sweat that was all over his body. Eventually, I rolled over to the side of the bed and grabbed two bottles of water and then rolled back next to him. Reaching over his body I handed him a bottle and then guzzled mine down. We chatted a bit and I could tell he was trying to find out if the sex was over or if I was up for another round. I wanted another go, but I wanted to give my balls a chance to reload and his ass some time to tighten up a little. After a few more minutes, I crawled between his legs and lifted them up. The smile on his face told me all I needed to know. He wanted my cock and my cock wanted his hole. With one firm thrust, my balls were on his ass. He was tighter, yet with the cum and lube there was just a little bit of resistance. I could feel him massaging my cock as I stood there buried inside him. Our eyes locked and wordlessly he told me I needed to pound his starving hole and feed it more of my seed. My hips started to roll and in a minute I was drilling him. Our skin slapping together was the sound filling the room along with Hector's moans and breathless muttering of "Harder, papi", "wreck that pussy", "fuck me deep" and "that bare cock feels so good" were intermixed with Spanish phrases I'd heard before but never really knew what they meant. We kept going, me pounding him and him encouraging me, for almost thirty minutes. He let out a loud moan when he felt my cock swell inside him and knew he was about to get another load of my cum. "Oh fuck yes! Knock me up papi! Own me!" he screamed out as my cock pulsed, shooting streams of cum into his abused chute. I couldn't believe how many spurts of cum shot out of my cock into his vulnerable hole, but it just wouldn't stop. I could feel it surround my cock and after the last throb, I pulled back and gave one last shove. We were fully connected, both physically and mentally at that moment and it felt amazing. His eyes were closed but the grin on his face was even bigger than before. My chest was covered in his jizz and it was dripping through the hair back toward his still hard cock. Eventually, I pulled my dick slowly out of him and spotted his butt plug on the bedstand. Only a few dribbles came out before I could get the plug inserted and I got a quiet "Gracias, papi" from him. He was obviously still in his post fuck high and I didn't want it to end for him. I crawled off the bed and drank another bottle of water, trying to rehydrate my sweaty body. I sat on the bed, watching him breathe deep until he opened his eyes and said "Thank you" again. I picked up my stuff and put it back into my pack and got a couple towels from the bathroom. We mopped our bodies off and chatted a little more. "Do you think you did it? Charged me up?" he asked after a few minutes. "Who knows. Everyone is different. Your hole is pretty fertile with the abuse it took tonight. Is that what you're looking for? Am I just a tool to get you poz?" I replied. "No... No... papi. This has been the most amazing sex I have ever had and I want to remember it forever. Now I can be the... pig I always dreamt of being and I can fuck without fear" he said. "It is forever, until they find a cure. What are you going to do until then?" I asked. He thought about it a minute and replied "Fuck and get fucked for a while. I don't want to go on drugs unless I have to. I want to be a proud poz slut." I leaned over and gave him a kiss before I started to get dressed. "You'll make a great poz slut" I said. There was a pause and he said "I'd like to meet again, if you want, but I need to visit family next week. Maybe when I get back." "Text me and we'll find some time" I said. The ride home was quiet and I paid the uber driver like I promised and walked into the building. I slept soundly, having gotten a good workout. I wondered if he was really truthful when he said I wasn't just a way for him to get pozzed. It really didn't matter, it was a fun evening that I hoped we could do again whether he was neg or poz. Sunday morning I woke up late and made myself brunch. My mind was wandering, thinking about the last few days and I kept replaying the meets with Carlos and Juan, and then Hector. Tim had really seemed convinced that I had already knocked Juan up when we were walking back Thursday night and when I got the text message from Carlos on Sunday afternoon, I found out he was right. It simply said "Ur job is done." That left Hector. Only time would tell if he was next or if he needed a few more doses.

CHAPTER 14: CODY AND RYAN MEET THEIR FATE It took a couple of seconds to snap myself out of what seemed like a dream state. Watching Joe -- a big, burly, muscle-bear of a wrestler -- completely emasculate and abuse two 19-year-old stud opponents was more than erotic. It was fucking mesmerizing. And now, with tag-team partners Cody and Ryan sweaty, handcuffed, and on the verge of unconsciousness, it was time for the victor to enjoy his spoils. Joe's hefty, poz cock was clearly swelling in his black trunks as he motioned me to join him in the ring. The middle-aged ref I chose for this event seemed more than eager to stand aside and enjoy Joe's wanton abuse of the two jocks -- my suspicion that the ref was gay seemed confirmed when began adjusting his swelling crotch through his black pants. This stopped being a pro wrestling match as soon as I paid the camera crew to leave the building and lock the doors. It had turned into a nightmare scenario for two naive jocks who had no idea that Joe and I were not what we appeared to be. We were both poz daddies aching to bring newbies into the brotherhood. I slid into the ring and gave Joe a fist-bump, congratulating him on his erotic accomplishment. He had physically abused, embarrassed, stripped, and handcuffed two beautiful specimens, both 19 years old, tanned, and the definition of “Adonis.” “Which one do you want, champ?” I asked Joe. He responded without any hesitation. “Cody. Pretty sure you got him knocked up already, but he’s due for another strain,” he said with a wink. “Go enjoy Ryan, Boss Man.” Looking back, what happened over the next several minutes was almost a blur. Using spit for lube, I fucked and bred 19-year-old Ryan while he wore his sweaty jockstrap – he was so out of it, I’m not sure he knew what was happening. He let out a slight grunt when I initially pressed into his muscular virgin ass, but otherwise he was quiet the entire time. It took me about 2 minutes to shoot my virus into his jock hole. I didn’t particularly want him awake and protesting (even though that’s sometimes a turn-on). I will always have the image in my mind: Hunky, straight Ryan handcuffed to the corner in a wrestling ring, beaten nearly unconscious, stripped down to nothing but a white jockstrap, white wrestling boots, knee pads, and sweat, with a trickle of my poz seed dripping out of his hole down his tanned leg. The entire time I was breeding my own hand-cuffed boy toy, I was glancing over my shoulder and hearing Joe pounding Cody’s beautiful jock ass. Cody’s white posing strap had been pulled down and clung to the bottom of his muscular cheeks. Joe was definitely in the mood for dirty talk, even if Cody was completely out of it and unresponsive. After I shot my seed into Ryan, I pulled out of his amazing hole and walked to the opposite side of the ring. I reached around and began to squeeze Joe’s nipples as he fucked his prize. “Fucking straight jock boy tease, you knew this was coming,” Joe told the handcuffed wrestler as he shoved in and out of the boy’s hole. “I know Boss Man already knocked you up, but get ready for a new strain to really fuck up your world. Ready son? Ready for Big Joe’s death seed? What’s your girlfriend gonna think now?” The words I heard next blew my mind. Even today, I replay them over and over. “Yes ... Sir,” Cody said. Joe heard it, too, and that was the trigger to send him over the edge and unleash a week’s worth of HVL cum into the 19-year-old straight jock. Cody made a slight groan as Joe unloaded in him, but otherwise the kid stayed quiet. Just hearing Cody’s weak reply to Joe made me wish I could’ve worked up a second load to give the kid, but after breeding Ryan, I was done for now. I stepped back and watched as Joe pulled out of his boy. I turned around and, for the first time in a while, saw that the referee was wide-eyed and watching the scene play out. “Hey Dave, want a piece?” I asked him. He stammered for a moment and said “No, not this time. But thanks.” Quickly he gathered his keys and wallet and left the building. There was almost a sadness when Joe and I traded glances and realized that our poz fuck-fest with these straight teenagers was over. Something told me that Joe hadn’t enjoyed this kind of fun in a while, but we both knew it would happen again. The coronavirus might limit our options, but we knew those limits wouldn’t hold us back long. It didn’t take us long to get Cody and Ryan uncuffed, dressed, and checked into a local motel, although we definitely enjoyed seeing our prizes immobilized during the process. The boys were still out of it when we took them to their room fully clothed and placed a couple of empty bottles of Jack Daniel’s and Goldschlager around the room, just in case they were confused about what happened and chose to easily blame it on the liquor. (It probably helped that Joe managed to place a couple of very real and very effective choke-holds on Cody when he appeared to be waking up.) Before we left, I left both boys $1,000 in cash and a note: “You two had the match of the year tonight. Hope you’re not too sore.”

This is a true story of how I took my first bareback load; I’ve embellished it for this section… I’d been barebacking for a couple of years now, mostly topping for many a demanding bottom, but occasionally I’d enjoy someone entering me bareback. I’d let them fuck me a bit, enjoying the sensation of a cock sliding inside me. But, I was always strict that they would pull out long before they were ready to shoot their spunk inside me. On my way home one afternoon, I was feeling slightly randy and stopped by a gents toilet block next to a park that I knew guys would hang out for sex. Indeed, as I entered I could see a couple of gents occupying two of the toilet cubicles and whilst I was urinating, another guy was wanking his cock at the urinal. I could see it growing before me. I responded by going over to the remaining cubicle, leaving the door open, getting my cock out and wanking it, letting the guy see my own growing manhood. He came over to my cubicle and closed the door behind me, continuing to wank his cock. I sat down on the toilet seat and started to suck on his almost fully tumescent dick. It wasn’t huge, but it was a normal sized penis, now grown to full erection under my mouth’s administration. I stood up and dropped my trousers, not quite knowing what would happen next. The other guy did. He dropped his pants and turned me round to face the toilet and then with only some spit as lube, shoved his now erect cock up my arse and started to pound it hard. At first, I was happy for him to pound away, enjoying the feel of cock sliding in and out of me bare. Conditions were cramped, but I was enjoying the ride! He kept sliding in and out for a good 5 minutes, at which point I felt that although I’d been enjoying the fucking, I didn’t want him to continue anymore as I didn’t want him to seed me. So I tried to pull away and manoeuvre myself back around to face him. His cock slipped out of me, but otherwise I remained trapped with my body still facing the toilet. With another spit on his cock, he re-entered me. I can’t say I wasn’t enjoying the forceful thrusting of this guy’s cock, but I was a little worried about where this would end up. It felt at times a little painful owing to the lack of lube, but otherwise he was going at quite a good rhythm and my arse could easily accommodate his erection. Although it felt good having his bare cock sliding within me, I got more and more concerned that he was going to come in me. So I struggled to get free of his thrusts and once again his dick popped out of my arse. But he wasn’t finished with me and I felt the tip of his cock pushing within me again as he plunged his stiff cock up me for a third time. This time he played with me, changing his rhythm, making me feel his cock rubbing inside me. Sometimes, he almost pulled right out, only to shove his cock firmly inside me again. Much as I was enjoying this, I was having growing concerns that he would ejaculate if he continued like this, so I again resisted him and tried to stop this barebacking going too far. This time, however, despite my protestations, he continued his onslaught. Pushing me against the wall and banging me harder and faster. I was unable to get away from him and feared he was going to explode within me. He fucked me forcefully and relentlessly, I could feel his cock slide in and out. I was resigned to taking my first unprotected load. Then, to my surprise, he just pulled out. There were no grunts, no feeling of spunk flooding me. I felt relieved he’d stopped and not seeded me. That was until I turned round and saw his dick head coated with spunk. He shot his load inside me and I hadn’t even felt it. He wiped his cock clean and left the cubicle, leaving me to come to terms with my first loading.

Last night. 3some with my boy, Drew and a fuck buddy. Drew was face down on my bed. I mounted his ass and went up him balls deep. My buddy mounted me and went up me balls deep. I stayed deep in my boy's asshole while my buddy pounded my hole. I love being fukked when I'm balls deep in o boy or man. He shot in my hole then pulled out and made my boy suck his cock while I loaded my boy. Finally me and my buddy sucked off Drew. I took his balls in my mouth and my buddy took Drew's cock in his mouth and swallowed his seed.

Part 4 As I rolled off of him and collapsed in sweaty satisfaction, Colt grabbed his camera and started snapping pics of me. "Dude." I said. "Come on. I look like shit." "Naw man, you look beautiful. Like the sexy slut you are. Come on baby, pose for me. Roll over and let me see that sexy ass. Oh yea, now stick it up, arch your back, show me that sweet ass. Now spread your cheeks and let me see your pussy. Oh baby, that's so hot!" I was still so high and under Colt's spell, that I did everything he told me to. I posed for him in every slutty position he wanted me in. After about 10 minutes he stopped taking pics and was typing something on his phone. The sun was up by now, but neither one of us could sleep. We were too wired. Instead, we snuggled together on the bed. Colt opened his laptop and we started viewing some of the shows he had done. In everyone he was very obviously fucked up, and I watched him hit the pipe and the brown bottle many times as well as snort lines, including one off the large black dick of Dante. In one of the videos he had a needle stuck in his arm by another guy, a real muscular guy, but I couldn't see his face because he had a spandex hood on with only eye holes visible. I watched as he released the band from Colt's arm, and Colt raised his arm in the air, quickly followed by him coughing and doing some real deep breaths, fully expanding his strong chest. He laid back on the bed and ran his hands all over his body, playing with his nips and squeezing his cock through his jockstrap as he panted, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over again. Then I noticed another man in the video, also very muscular and also with a spandex hood on. The two guys tied off each others arms, stuck the needles into each other and soon had their hands in the air and coughing too. "Are you ready slut?" Asked the first guy. "Oh God yes!" Replied Colt. "Show them your pussy bitch!" The man ordered Colt. He turned his ass to the camera and spread his cheeks, exposing his brown hole. "Now look over your shoulder and look into the camera. Tell them what you want. Tell them you want your faggot jock pussy fucked hard! Beg for it you pathetic cumdump whore!" "Please!" Whined Colt. "I need it so bad. I need my hungry jock pussy to be fucked! PLEASE! Oh God, stick your cock in me. Use my jock hole, use my pathetic faggot cumdump jock hole, PLEASE! I need it!" The guy moved onto the bed and moved Colt so he was sideways to the camera on his hands and knees, his big muscular body on display. He lined up his cock, which was probably a good 8 inches, to Colt's ass. The other guy grabbed Colt's hair and turned his face to the camera, sticking a brown bottle under his nose. Colt took some deep breaths. "What's your name slut?" He demanded. "Colt." The man raised his hand and smacked Colt hard across his face. "Your full name, you stupid jock bitch." " Colton Sawyer Cooper!" He exclaimed as he continued to hit the bottle. "How old are you?" "18!" "And what do you want?" "Cocks! I want cocks in my holes filling me with their cum!" With that, the man at Colt's ass grabbed his hips and slammed himself into Colt's asshole. Colt's face grimaced at first before a pleasurable smile crossed it. "Oh yea, that's it! Gimme that big cock! Fuck my jock pussy!" The man at his head stuck a fat 7" cock into Colts mouth and started fucking his face. The two masked men spit roasted Colt as hard as they could. The fucking continued for at least two hours as the two men would trade places back and forth and use Colt in every position they could. We didn't watch every second of it, we fast forwarded a bit, but we watched most of it. One of my favourite shows of his involved what I learned was called Bukake. Colt was on his knees with his hands cuffed to his ankles behind his back. He also had a leather collar with a leash. 20 men surrounded him ranging in age from young to old with all kinds of different bodies, and every man wore a Zorro like mask. The men would use the leash to yank Colt toward their cocks, and he would eagerly devour each one. A metal spreader was placed in Colt's mouth and stretched wide. Someone took a wrapped up bandana and poured poppers on it, then placed it across Colt's nostrils, tying it behind his head. Then they really started to mouth rape him. They would grab his hair and slam their cocks down his throat. I could see Colt's throat expand every time one of those cocks was rammed down it. Every so often one of the guys would yank Colt's head back and pour some fresh poppers on the bandana before another cock was jammed down his throat. Colt became noticeably disoriented. His half closed eyes looked crossed and he couldn't hold his head up by himself. The men would hold it up by his hair as his throat was raped nonstop. The second they let go, his head would flop down, only to be yanked back up again. This lasted for 45 minutes before the metal stretcher was removed from Colt's mouth. His head was pushed back and he was only being supported by the collar around his neck. He tried to form words, but only gibberish came out. Then, the men started cumming as they jerked off around the helpless jock. Even as fucked up as he was, when the first man started shooting, Colt instinctively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The man aimed his first shot right into Colt's mouth before coating his face with the rest. Man after man followed suit, shooting first in Colt's mouth, then all over his face. Soon Colt's entire face was coated in cum. It was all over his hair and ran down his neck and dripped onto his chest. When the last man came all over Colt, the man holding the leash let go and Colt collapsed, falling back onto the floor. The camera then moved in closer and someone had dropped another sign on to the floor giving Colt's full name, his phone number and his age. The camera didn't move as it got a clear shot of his information in the same frame as his fucked up cum covered face. Oh man was my dick hard! Then the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and it was now 2:00. Time flies when your high. I watched as Colt jumped out of the bed and walked to the door, and as his magnificent ass left the room, my brain didn't register that he was still buck naked. He returned a couple minutes later with two equally naked guys, and both equally hot. One was a redhead with whiter than white skin, and the other was a brunette with a deep dark tan. Both were built like a brick shit house. I grabbed the covers and pulled them over myself. The red head laughed. "You said he might be a bit shy." "Austin," said Colt, "these are buddies of mine. Ron (the redhead raised his hand) and Billy (who also gave a little wave). You might recognize them from the show with the two masked guys." I totally recognized their bodies now, and actually looked at their cocks, which were impressive even soft. "And why are they here?" I inquired. Colt sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "They're here to have some fun with us baby." He whispered in my ear. I saw Billy open a case that he had been carrying and pull out a few syringes. "I told them I had a brand new cock slut, and they wanted to come help break you in." "I, I don't know Colt." I said. "Come on baby." Colt cooed into my ear. "You said you would do anything for me. You said you were my little cock slut. I want this baby. Do it for your brother." As he was saying those words into my ear, I was falling further under his spell. I tried one more time to object as Billy was wrapping a band around my bicep. "Sshhhhh." Colt whispered in my ear as he put a finger up to my lips, silencing me. "Just do it baby. I love you so much, do it for me." He put his hand on my hard cock, and I knew I was lost in him. I felt the cool alcohol rub on my arm as Colt kissed me. Then I felt a slight prick, and a few seconds later, Billy was removing the band. He raised up my arm and then, BAM! It hit me like a bull at the rodeo. I fell back onto the bed as I coughed a few times, my ears ringing. Then I took some deep breaths as I felt a rush like no other fly through my body. "That's a good boy." Colt whispered as he rubbed my chest. "Just do what your brother tells you." My chest burned where he touched me as I watched Ron and Billy remove bands from their arms. Then they too coughed a bit then climbed on the bed. I felt hands all over me as lips touched mine. Lips that were not Colt's. I opened my mouth and a new tongue entered it as I felt like I was floating off into space. After what seemed like forever, the hands and lips pulled off me and I was being rolled over. "Hands and knees, slut!" I heard Ron order me as he pulled my hips up. I moved into position and almost immediately felt a cock sliding into my ass. I groaned as I felt his pubes rub against my tender hole. Then he held onto my hips and started fucking me. I looked over and saw Colt sitting in a chair, stroking his cock as he watched. "Oh yea!" He said. "Fuck that bitch! Pound that little sluts hole. Oh baby, you're gonna get fucked so much today. These guys can fuck for hours. And you're gonna take it all. Come on whore, arch your back. Stick your ass out. Show these guys how much you want their cocks!" I did as he told me and something inside me was unleashed. "Fuck yea!" I hollered. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Come on, give me your cock. I want you to fuck me like the bitch I am!" I could see Colt smile and I knew I was pleasing him, and that made me happy. He didn't lie, these guys could fuck for hours. For three hours, non stop, these two guys pounded my hole, in every imaginable position. Colt just watched the whole time, hitting the pipe occasionally and feeding me poppers. Sometimes he would let me take a couple of hits off the pipe as my cunt was drilled mercilessly. "Oh yea you little meth whore." He would say. "Suck on that pipe slut. Suck on it like the whore you are while your pussy gets pounded and filled with cum!" At one point, he held my head in his lap as he covered my nose and mouth with a popper soaked rag. I passed out a couple of different times, only to regain conciousness and see the guys had switched who was fucking me. And boy did I get filled with cum! 4 loads before the guys finally finished with me. After Colt let them out, he came back to where I was laying, too fucked out to even move. Despite still being high as fuck, my ass was sore, and as Colt raised up my legs, I let out a feeble objection. "Shut up slut!" He demanded. "You're gonna take my cock bitch. Your slutty little meth hole isn't done yet!" I moaned as his fat cock stretched my sore hole, but he didn't stop until he was buried in me. "Your sloppy cunt feels so good all loose and wet with 4 loads in it! You were a very good boy today. I'm very proud of you." He praised me. And as he did, what little pain I was feeling in my ass went away, and it was replaced with a hunger for more pounding. Pounding from the man I loved. "Fuck yea Colt!" I cried out. "Fuck my hole! Fuck my slutty little meth hole!" Colt fucked me with all his might as he verbally degraded me and I begged for more of it. He spit on my face and slapped me while he called me a whore, a slut, a worthless cumdump, a little faggot meth bitch. And I loved it! Finally, after another half hour of his hard fucking he finally said, "Oh yea baby, here it comes! Here comes another load in your nasty little fuckhole! Take it bitch! Take your brothers load!" "Fuck yea!" I shouted as he buried himself in me and I felt his enormous cock throb. "Gimmie that load! Fucking breed my faggot meth whore cunt!" As I said those words, my cock also shot off and I grabbed Colt and held him tight as the orgasm rocked my body. He collapsed onto me breathing hard as I held him tight, never wanting to let go. "God damn, I love you, you son of a bitch!" I whispered into his ear. He just laughed as he kissed me deeply.

Dad's Boy I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, drippin cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smokin my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smokin so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tastin my cigarspit and me tastin that great cock/precum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rockhard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a Poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt workin his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself then, I drew him to me, hugging him tight, kissing all over his face and neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it, you could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, make me your Boy!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fuckin my dick with his ass as I was fuckin his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fuckin his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was buckin hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that jizz in my hot hole, fuck me Daddy, FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one, I was makin him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fuckin cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Shortly he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. I raised up, led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again then, another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck #2. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had cumshot #2 up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, my cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, it found the hole and entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuckstrokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long, spurts of Daddy Cream joined the loads already there, my fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuckstroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fuckin him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, crusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I have been, to find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com

There are no gay bars around where I live now. Let alone darkrooms. But I have great memories. I clearly remember my first holiday in Playa del Ingles, Gran Canaria. I was 27 and had saved up enough money for a 2 weeks vacation. This is pre-internet but I had read about GC in an English gay magazine. I booked a bungalow in a gay resort. Was nervous as hell as this was my first time going on a "gay vacation". But staff and other guests were friendly enough. Actually my neighbour fucked me on my first night LOL. The night after that I went out for the first time and ended up in a bar. Started chatting with a guy who was there with three friends. Got pretty drunk after a while (he kept ordering drinks) when he asked if I had been to the darkroom. I hadn't. He said he would show me and guided me in there. I stumbled into the darkroom (not totally dark) and he was in my ass within minutes and shot his load in me. When he pulled out there was another cock in my hole. And two or more after that. Can't really remember. Stumbled back into the bar with a wet hole. My new "friend" was sitting there grinning at me and asked if I had a good time. One of his friends whispered to me I had a hot ass. That's when I realised they had followed us in into the darkroom. Would I like to come back to their hotel? Even though I was horny as fuck it was almost 04.00 and I was drunk so I declined (always regretted that). Decided to go back to the resort and found my neighbour waiting at the taxi stand in front of the Yumbo. Shared a taxi with him and ended up in his bungalow where he fucked he hell out of me. Woke up in the morning next to him with a hangover and a sore ass. Went back to that bar a few times (and the darkroom) but never saw the four friends again. Neighbour fucked me a few more times before he left, including a 3some with one of the other guests. My first and one of the best vacations there (there were others 😉

CHAPTER 12 I put my key in the lock to my room and heard my name being called. I looked up the hall and through a half dozen men in the hall saw Ian wave from the far end. I smiled and waved him to come join me in my room. Ian was wearing a towel, slippers, and a huge smile. He looked innocent enough but I knew otherwise. Looking back, I have no doubt that most of the other men in the hall and on the floor knew otherwise as well. Ian came in the door as I finished stripping off my clothes. I reeked of sex. Ian quickly shut the door and grinned broadly. I told him of my adventure to the steam room and what I had been doing for the last several hours. I didn't go into absolute details but gave him enough information so that he understood completely. He was excited for me having had such a great time with Glen. I wanted to thank him for having helped me during my last hours of being a male virgin. The best thanks that I could think of would be to once more fuck his ass as good as I could. I did so which made us both happy. It was closing in on twelve-thirty when we finally left my room. We encountered several men with towels wrapped around their waists. They varied in ages. We continued chatting as we cruised our hopefuls. We each gave one more look down the hall before entering the shower room. We went directly to the showers. We pulled the towels from our waists, tossed them on hooks, kicked off our shower shoes, and walked into the shower room proper. The water felt great on my body as I washed off all the sweat and sex from Ian and Glen. I was a bit sad in doing so regarding Glen, but it was an "evil" necessity that had to be done in order for me to prepare myself for the remainder of the night. I couldn't bear the thought of mixing Glen's aromas with the men I planned on meeting now. Ian and I parted at the shower room door. He went to his room, and I returned to mine. I took the time to look over my room straightening a few things. My heart was now pounding wildly knowing full well on what journey I was about to embark. I took several deep breaths talking to myself in an attempt to calm down. I then went to my door opening it wide. I stepped into the frame and leaned up against it adjusting my towel. My eyes wandered up and down the hall seeing half dozen or so men walking as well as all the men standing in their own doorway. I was excited at all the activity and couldn't help but notice that I was given the once or twice over as I stood my ground. As I was looking to my left, I heard a door very nearby open and close. I casually turned my head to the right and focused on the new hallway occupant. He was about my height, burly, natural dark skin tone, large working man's hands, muscles developed from working physically and not from a gym, dark piercing yet at the same time twinkling eyes, dark black hair, and thick black moustache. What struck me most of all was his black thick hairy arms, hands, legs, and chest. I watched him walk toward me. He turned his head and gave me a once over before he smiled like a Cheshire cat and moved on. Twice he looked back at me as he moved on to the showers. I remained in my doorway observing men introducing themselves and chatting before moving inside a room or just stop, stare into a room for a bit, then, go inside closing the door afterward. This was all totally new to me. I flashed a thought through my mind about being sixteen and quickly repeated my new birth date in my head to be sure. The ballet of sex hook ups continued. A short time later I once more saw the dark hairy man exit the shower room and head back toward his room. I made my best effort not to stare at him and to act nonchalant as I witnessed the goings on in the hall. My doorway stance was nothing provocative or suggestive in nature but I did feel much like a hawk choosing which man prey he was going to swoop down on and tear away his towel to feast on his body. I was titillated, excited, and horny all at the same time while trying to remain calm. My eyes once more looked down the hall noticing that the dark hairy man was but a few steps away looking straight at me. I froze with a transfixed look as he continued to near me. Without saying a word, I saw his arm reach out guiding his hand to my left forearm. He grasped me firmly but with no threat of harm intended. He pushed past me into my room pulling me inside with him closing the door gently behind me as I came out of my stupor. He moved swiftly the both of us to the edge of my bed and stopped facing me. Our eyes looked at the other without blinking. I could feel my heart pounding now and was sure he was able to hear it. Ian had not provided me with what was expected at this point, and my visitor continued to look deep into my eyes. I was sure he saw my rising level of panic just as I was sure he undoubtedly heard my now hard pounding heart. My mouth was dry as the Gobi Desert. I felt my towel yank away from my waist and heard it hit the floor joining my guest's towel. He knelt before me and in an instant swallowed my cock whole pushing his nose deep into my pubic hairs. I gasped and jumped in surprise. He began working his tongue on my cock with expert adeptness. My cock began flooding with blood. When my cock was three-quarters filled, my guest pulled his mouth off and rose facing me once more only to briefly look at me. He once more firmly grabbed my left arm with his right turning me toward the edge of my bed. Nothing was said but I climbed onto the mattress kneeling. I lowered my head to the mattress leaving my ass raised in the air at the edge. I felt the two large hands of his grasping my ass cheeks as I heard him kneeling once more on the floor. Instantly, I felt a wetness on my crack and at my hole. I gasped then gave a contented moan at how this tongue of his was working its magic on me. More and more his tongue moved around and pushed itself into my hole spreading my sphincter. I became aware that this man had the ability to produce copious amounts of saliva which he covered my ass with and slicked up the outer lining of my hole. My head was spinning. I felt my visitor rising up from the floor but not before spitting a huge gob of wetness on my hole and all around it. No sooner was he fully upright when I felt him release my cheeks grabbing my wrists and pulling them behind me where one of his mighty hands grabbed both and held tightly. He stepped backwards letting his fully erect cock drop down my crack stopping at my wet hole. He leaned over me slightly and whispered his first words to me, "Keep your mouth closed and no screaming unless you want to be hurt." His words sank into me. I panicked and knew my eyes had popped wide open. My mind dissolved into chaos. Without further warning or fanfare, I felt a huge pressure at my hole which had instantly gaped open slightly allowing entry then instinctively my sphincter reacted. The pressure mounted shaking me out of my alarm. My sexual desire now having been discovered screamed in my mind's ears to open up to this invasion while my body defences told me to defend myself. My extreme feelings battled for control of my mind and body until my visitor took the situation in hand. With no alert, my hole felt an ever so slight decrease in the pressure being applied followed by a guttural grunt from behind me accompanied by a sharp jolt forward once more as if a battering ram had hit dead center of my hole. Electrical impulses immediately raced through my body notifying my brain that I had been entered by a huge foreign object. A natural impulse to scream just as immediate ran back through my body reaching my voice box. My eyes now were as widely open as possible. I grappled with my vocal cords internalizing the intended scream at the same time that my body attempted to launch itself upward off the bed prevented only by my wrists being held tightly behind me and now a calloused working man's hand pushed hard against my back keeping me in place and impaled. My futile attempt at freeing myself was met with another inward piercing thrust causing my hole to stretch wider accepting this no doubt huge cock which I had not seen as yet. Stars danced in front of my now tearing eyes as I ever so barely kept control of my vocal cords which once again were being forcefully restrained by an unknown sheer will power. My body still tried to rebel but lost each bout of rejection. Again and again and again and again this unknown man whom I had seen and had so mentally wanted as a sex partner shoved, drove, stabbed, and invaded my ass. The burning sensation created by his no doubt gargantuan cock was going to brand me from the heat being generated by this forced entry. I continued to rebel trying to free myself but with each propulsion inside me though the pain was constant I was becoming too weak to defy this man's cock. Finally, I felt a block of what turned out to be the thickest mass of black pubic hair smash firmly against my ass cheeks resting there momentarily.

A FB I haven't played with in months (due to Covid) texted me while I was working on Thursday and asked if I was interested in felching 3 loads out of his ass before fucking him. I replied that I was in as soon as work was done, which was around 4:00. He said that could work but his husband would be home around 5:30. I headed over to his place as soon as work was done and I found him ass up on his bed. Before I even took my clothes off, my face was between his cheeks and my tongue was worming its way up his hole. I was rewarded by a nice slug of cum which I lapped right up. I stayed with my face at his hole and teased him while listening to him moan. Finally, I replaced my teasing tongue with my cockhead. I eventually penetrated him all the way to my balls. I pulled out and my cock was covered in cum. I plunged back into him and started pounding away. I fucked him for about 20 minutes and gave up my load to him (it had been months since I fucked a guy) and we both shook for a bit.

Part 2 – Dr. Mike Takes His Co-Pay: My dick was the fountain of death – the headwaters of the River Styx and I was Charon, the mythological Greek deity that served as the ferryman, carrying the dead across to Hades. Their fee had to be paid though and the toll I demanded and took was their drugged up, unconscious, raw, and NEG hole. My brutal raw fucks, my POZ toxic load, and the volume of virus I deposited from my hyperspermia ensured there was no reincarnation, no coming back – this was the end of the road for each and every one of them – it was only a matter of time. Over it all lorded Dr. Mike – my own Zeus – a god of Olympus who orchestrated every rape fuck, who bequeathed to me and those who served him all our needs and wishes – and yet as I came to learn, Zeus had a dark side and he was more the Lord of the Underworld than I had ever imagined until it happened to me. “When do I get to fuck another bottom?” I asked Dr. Mike the following Monday after I had rough fucked another knocked out guy and blown two loads back to back in his now, shredded hole. Since my first visit to Dr. Mike’s office and fucking the guy named Lucas, going back and breeding another willing/unwilling bottom was all I could think about. I had NEVER EVER been able to fuck like that. With a full thrust, with all my energy, with no regard for the bottom’s pleas to stop or slow down or take it easy. It was a warm, open hole for me – ME – and I took it – I owned that shit and I had to have more. On my way out the door that first time Dr. Mike had instructed me to not jerk off at all, which was a fucking torture. I was in the habit of blowing a load in the toilet as I got ready for work in the morning and then another before I went to bed from watching porn or hanging out on the sex sites online. As my globs of thick, infected sperm swirled around the toilet bowl I always thought it was such a waste, but now my POZ load is being put to good use – breeding and infecting drugged up pussy bottoms who want a no limit rape fuck! That’s all I could think about – and was willing to do anything – ANYTHING Dr. Mike said. Monday’s became my playtime – for the next several weeks Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins had a fresh ass waiting for me – one that was knocked out, tied up, and waiting for me to rape fuck and fill it with my gallons of POZ jizz as the little cameras recorded it all. Then we changed things up a bit, but at first it was like all the other times. I arrived at Dr. Mike’s office, he escorted me to the back, some anonymous bottom was bent over, tied down to the table with his winky hole just calling to me. Dr. Collins – the anesthesiologist –injected a large syringe containing a brew of Ketamine, Fentanyl, Propofol, and other drugs into the bottom’s IV as he said, “Time to dream little man.” Dr. Mike rolled his stool over, handed me a clip board with various forms for me to sign authorizing my own ‘treatment’, showed me the videos of the bottom providing his consent, affirming he was legal, blah the fucking blah blah and then I was off to the races. The bottom’s hole was wicked tight and bled like a stuck pig when I ripped him open – dry and raw. Dr. Mike had me pause only a second and then said, “It is only superficial. I think you can do better – yes?” Hell yes! By the time I finished breeding that bottom the white pillow case under his knees was red and pink and slathered in my the manly mix of bodily fluids. I yanked my semi-hard dick out of his hole, watching the last splatters of red drip onto the stained pillowcase like a Jackson Pollock painting redo. Dr. Mike stepped up close behind me, pressed his body against mine, his hard dick pushing at my skin through his pants and said, “Can you fuck him again? Can you shoot some more?” I wasn’t sure I could and in that moment of reflection Dr. Mike reached around and with both hands and attached small medical clamps onto my tender nipples. “JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I howled as I hunched over in pain and tried to step backwards. Dr. Mike grabbed my arms and held me fast. I gasped and winced and swore, yet my body was flooded with endorphins, my dick got fucking brick, my shoulders unclenched, and I wrestled forward and slammed back into that gaped hole. “OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH MY GOD – THAT ASS IS SO WETT AND GOOD – OH CHRIST – CAN FEEL ALL MY CUM – OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO SHOOT AGAIN – OH MY GOD, OH MY…AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHH….” Thankfully Dr. Mike had a chair waiting and a glass of water when I pulled out as I flopped down, dehydrated, exhausted, and fucked-out silly. Once the glass was emptied Dr. Mike was in front of me on his stool, placed his left hand firmly in the middle of my still heaving chest as he said, “This may sting a little.” He pulled off first one clamp then the other and I winced, yelped, and oohed as he rubbed my tender nipples. My dick instantly popped hard again and I groaned. Dr. Mike smiled, “I believe that physically you are able to produce far more semen than you or your previous physicians have determined. I know you enjoyed fucking this bottom, and of course are more than welcome to do so again if you wish. However, given your current physical state might I suggest an alternate therapy?” What the fuck did he have in mind? Dr. Mike flipped on a few light switches as we walked down the hall, further into his office warren. Not a word was said as we walked and I had to muffle a laugh as with every step my dick dribbled POZ jizz along our path. Well I’m sure the cleaning people in here had seen worse. The floor in the hall changed from linoleum to tile and Dr. Mike stopped in front of a door that had a porthole style window in it. He pulled out some keys, unlocked it, it swung open silently, and we stepped in. When Dr. Mike turned on the lights I thought it looked like some old fashioned torture chamber and I would learn I wasn’t far from the truth. “This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments for my various treatment programs,” Dr. Mike explained as we did a quick walk down one side of the rectangular room and back up the opposite wall. We stopped almost back where we started near a padded bench or something reminded me of a pommel horse in gymnastics but with weird additions and holes added – Frankenstein kind of shit. Dr. Mike sat on one of his rolling stools – how many of those fuckers did he have – slid himself between the bench and a rack of medical instruments and started flipping switches. I was bored and horny and casually scratched at the drying man juices that had gathered under my balls from fucking the bottom. Dr. Mike spun around, patted the leather bench, “If you please? Lie face down – oh wait, let me lower it just a little more first – there – now if you please, lie face down spread eagle – that’s it – yes, yes, your arms go out here and here and yes, your legs out like that. Excellent. Now if you can scoot back just an inch or two – yes, perfect.” Dr. Mike slid the stool a little down my side, reached under the table and I gave a surprised “OH!” as part of the table right beneath my dick fell away, which let my balls and dick drop straight down. Who makes a fucking gloryhole in a table? Dr. Mike rolled back near my head and held up a plastic container looking thing that was attached to a machine by some wires and long tubes, “This is an electrical penis pump,” he explained. “For my patients who have erectile dysfunction problems, often times the issue is that they must relearn or reteach their organ how to get hard. I won’t go into all of the theories on the whys and hows, but suffice it to say that this will provide you a gentle, relaxed, and continuous form of stimulation that will allow you to orgasm repeatedly and as much as you want without the additional physical exertions. For our purposes, I want to document your semen output that happens AFTER your natural intercourse and compare volumes. Do you understand?” I nodded and said, “So you mean that machine is going to suck my dick and make me shoot?” Dr. Mike smiled, gave a soft chuckle, and said, “Yes, something like that. Shall we?” I have to admit that the first few minutes I thought to myself this is how a cow must feel in a milking barn. I mean, that’s what Dr. Mike was doing right? Milking me? But I needed to come again so bad and this – well – it seemed like a good idea at the time so hell why not. The first few minutes Dr. Mike adjusted dials, knobs, made notes in his folder, as I told him if it felt good, bad, too much, or just right. I was fucking Goldilocks, but Jesus hell when we found that sweet spot my balls pulled up, my gut tightened, and I started to shoot, “I’M CUMMING, OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING, I…OH MY GOD…OK…THAT’S ENOUGH…I…OH PLEASE THAT’S ENOUGH…OH SHIT…” Dr. Mike turned a knob, the suction increased ever so slightly as my dick and balls were pulled further into the tube and my body shook on the table above, “It’s alright now, just relax, don’t fight it,” Dr. Mike said, “The initial sensation and urge to pull away will pass I assure you and understand that if you do pull away, it will likely create permanent damage, so now – focus on relaxing your pelvic muscle, let the machine do the work – that’s it – don’t strain – yes – look at that! The volume of sperm is not diminishing in the least – just a few more seconds – ready – here we go, I will now start dialing it down, down, is that better?” The intensity of the pull had eased, but I was still cumming and could not even moan as the orgasms continued to roll through me, wave after wave, as I filled the tubes with my POZ semen. When the tugging on my dick from the milking machine finally ceased I was drained – literally. Dr. Mike had pulled every drop – so I thought – of semen from me and dried me out me to the bones. Once he had unhooked me from the suction tube he patted my shoulder, “Rest now. I’ll come back in a bit and check on you.” I was so wiped; I easily and quickly fell into a deep sleep and only came awake some time later when I felt someone stroking my dick. I was lying on my back on the table and Dr. Collins was standing beside me. He still had his medical mask on, white coat, but he was naked from the waist down. He had a tiny tiny dick, and as he climbed up onto the bench and squatted over my now hard dick I saw his beat up asshole. It was black and blue and bruised, puffy, and rippled, ugly as fuck but he slid right down onto my POZ shaft with all intents and purposes of milking another load out of me. Normally he might not have been my type but any hole was a good hole so I fucked the hell out of that puffy ass ring and filled him like Dunkin Donuts jelly special – glazed, stuffed, creamed, and sugared! The next week, as Dr. Mike hooked me up to the machine he said, “For your medical safety and to ensure the most effective treatment, I am going to use these leather straps to secure your arms and ankles to the table. I want to ensure that you do not accidently hurt yourself by pulling off the machine. Do you understand?” I nodded. Sounded reasonable. “STOP – OH IT’S TOO MUCH!” I cried out as Dr. Mike turned up the power on the suction tube once we started. He rolled his stool over, patted my shoulder, “You’ll be just fine. I see that you are having trouble relaxing so this will help.” I then went, “OUCH, What the fuck doc?” as Dr. Mike inserted a needle into my left arm, patted the small driblet of blood, and covered it a smiley-face bandage. “Dr. Collins prepared this for you in case we needed it and I believe we do. Just a small relaxant to help your treatment.” I felt all warm, chill, a little fuzzy, but Dr. Mike was right and as I relished the soft rush flooding through me as he rolled back to the machine and cranked the knob up even more and my POZ ball milk flowed. The next couple weeks then became all about me fucking the drugged up and unconscious bottom after Dr. Mike had put the clamps on my nipples until I felt like tapping out, stumbling to the milking table – my name for it – as Dr. Mike worked the knobs to the machine that pulled and drew more POZ nutt from my balls after he had strapped me down and gave me the little shot to help me relax – which was becoming my favorite part! I didn’t know what Dr. Collins put in that little syringe, but I was eager for it and even started to ask for more each time and as a thank you I made sure to let Dr. Collins topping me off with a final load in his hole. While this was all great I started feeling just off, like I had this itch in my guts or something and it didn’t seem to go away until my visit to the doctor’s office. When I explained it to Dr. Mike he suggested we up my treatment program and I started going to his office every other evening just to get hooked up to the milking machine. Lying on the table as the machine sucked my dick and took my flow of POZ cum, feeling the warm buzz from the shots, and Dr. Mike – it was all fucking good! Well it was good until Dr. Mike decided to try to finger my ass. I was enjoying my bliss when I realized Dr. Mike had stood up. I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and I first thought he was just trying to make sure I was lined up with the hole in the table, but then he pushed a finger at my hole and tried to stick his finger in. I craned my neck and twisted my head, “NO! Don’t do that shit!” I said, “I’m a top man OK? I don’t get my ass touched.” Dr. Mike stepped back, a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled, “Of course,” he said and sat back down on his stool. What the fuck was that about I wondered. My next visit was two days later on a Friday and I was eager to get hooked up and get my shot. That itchy feeling in my guts was driving me crazy and my balls were aching and full and I needed release. Dr. Mike seemed his usual self when he opened the door. He led me to the room; I quickly got undressed as we made small talk, then Dr. Mike strapped me to the table and hooked up the machine. He came and stood at the end of the table by my head, reached underneath, released a lever and the section where my head was dropped away and I had to hold my head up as I said, “What the fuck doc? I….” Dr. Mike unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, stepped closer and said, “Open your mouth.” I shook my head, “No, no, I don’t….” He then slapped me, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! NO, DON’T SUCK IT – YET, FIRST SWALLOW.” Swallow, what did…fuck he started pissing in my throat and as he did he said, “THAT’S IT – SWALLOW MY RANK PISS. SWALLOW MY INFECTED PISS. SWALLOW MY CHEM PISS – CAN YOU TASTE IT? CAN YOU TASTE THE VIRUSES I CARRY? MY TOXIC DICK? GAG ON IT – CHOKE – DROWN YOU IN MY FUCKING PISS!” The more I choked and fought against swallowing, the more Dr. Mike – who had now become Dr. Jekyll – held my head tight and forced his piss down my throat. Much of it came right back out - onto the floor, splattered his pants, my face, but he didn’t let up and made me take what he wanted to give. Once the last drops of piss were vacated from his kidneys, Dr. Mike sighed, stepped back, casually got undressed, then said, “Oh my apologies, here is that better?” as he slid the portion of the table under my head back up so I could rest it on there once again. I sighed in relief as I thought he was going to make me suck him, so clearly what he just did was a momentary lapse. But wait, why was he naked? Dr. Mike walked over to the table, grabbed a syringe, walked back and I noticed his dick was now hard, about 9-inches, thick, and every vein was bulging out like it was on steroids. He set the syringe by my arm, checked each strap, then sat on his stool and rolled in front of the milking machine. He flipped it on and immediately I yelped as he cranked the suction up. Dr. Mike spun on his stool, “Now now. Remember – RELAX – and I think we will try a new treatment today – something a little more natural to gauge if that influences your semen output.” The orgasms started to roll over me as the suction machine tugged on my dick and exhumed the AIDS semen from my balls. I moaned, and then stopped as Dr. Mike stood up, walked over to the table, climbed up on it and lay on my back. His face was now next to mine as his hard dick pressed into my ass and his hands reached down and back to pull my cheeks apart from each side. “PAYMENT IS DUE,” Dr. Mike said, “YOU WILL NOW BE CHARGED YOUR CO-PAY FOR EVERY BOTTOM I HAVE LET YOU FUCK AND INFECT. FOR EVERY GALLON OF SPERM I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO UNLEASH. FOR EVERY DROP OF DRUGS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. I WILL FUCK YOU AND GIVE YOU MY OWN TOXIC SPERM!” I whimpered and pleaded, “No, you can’t, I’m sorry for...for whatever it is you think I…that I did. I’m sorry, just don’t, please. I’m not a bottom! I don’t get fucked! I’m a top!” Dr. Mike chuckled, his dick head nudged at my puckered ass, and he replied, “Correction – you WERE a top,” and then I screamed as he ripped my hole open with his raw dick and started to fuck me dry and hard. “YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN – IT IS IN MY HANDS NOW – AND WE WILL SEE IF YOU ARE WORTHY,” Dr. Mike growled as he took my cherry and fucked me. I was a grown fucking man and men don’t cry, but tears were liberally coming out of my eyes as I fought the pain, the confusion, the mix of feelings of what was happening versus the waves of pleasure shooting out from my dick as the machine sucked out my never-ending stream of cum. I did manage to blubber out, “But…I thought you said this was free?” Dr. Mike laughed, “NO, I SAID – AND YOU SIGNED THE FORM CONFIRMING – THERE WAS NO MONETARY PAYMENT DUE, WHICH IS VERY DIFFERENT THAN ANYTHING BEING FREE. THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY AND I BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND THIS PAYMENT FAR BETTER THAN IF I SHARED ALL THE EVIDENCE I HAVE WITH THE AUTHORITIES THAT SHOWS YOU RAPED AN UNCONSCIOUS AND ‘UNWILLING’ YOUNG MAN UNDER MY CARE, QUITE BRUTALLY MATTER OF FACT.” Dr. Mike lifted off me slightly, pulling his dick out of my ass and as I clenched my hole back tight he slammed back in and said, “EVERY MAN NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SUBMIT, TO PLEASURE ANOTHER MAN, TO TAKE WHAT IF OFFERED. THIS WILL MAKE YOU A BETTER TOP – IF YOU EVER HAVE THAT CHANCE AGAIN - AND WELL MY VENOM WILL REMAKE YOU AS I HAVE MADE OTHERS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT I HAVE UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD AND WHILE I NORMALLY DON’T FIND PLEASURE IN SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY INFECTED, I THINK WE SHALL BENEFIT EACH OTHER. NOW TAKE MY TOXIC CUM UP YOUR ASS – FEEL MY INFECTIONS INVADE YOUR BLOODSTREAM!” As Dr. Mike bred me with his load, my body exploded in the biggest orgasm I had ever had and I knew I was filling the sucking machine tube with a massive quantity of cum. I was breathing hard when Dr. Mike – now standing beside the machine, his evil deed done – inspected the volume of POZ nutt I had produced so far. He turned, smiled, “I believe we have found a better way to force your body to produce the volume of semen I believe it capable of.” He then climbed back up on the table and mounted me again. Sometime later I came to. I wasn’t on the milking table anymore. Where was I? It took me a moment to get my bearings, as my head was all addled, my thoughts mixed and jumbled, the pain in my ass incredible, my pelvic muscles sore and aching. Once I finally did I realized with shock and horror that I was still at Dr. Mike’s office, but now I was strapped to the fuck bench that the bottoms I fucked were usually tied to. I realized I was tied as well – just like them – and I also had the leather hood over my head. In addition, when I tried to cry out I couldn’t. Something large and somewhat pliable had been inserted into my mouth and tied to my head – what I would come to know later was a ball gag. I grunted, struggled, I heard a faint noise and Dr. Mike walked into view, his white lab coat on, the rest of him naked, his brutal dick still looking mean and hard. “Ah good, I see you are awake. I was concerned that maybe Dr. Collins at might have gotten the dosage just a tad off,” Dr. Mike said, “But no, I can always count on him. I can count on all of those I have made and created. Did you know that I was the first man to ever fuck him too? Of course you didn’t, but I was. Him and many many others. Like you, I need to satisfy my base urges and needs and well – tonight you have helped in a small way with that. Now where we were – ah yes, here you chart says…. One moment please.” I turned my head to see Dr. Mike leave the room and I struggled with all my might against the straps then stopped as soon as I saw him come back. He opened the folder back up, “Apologies for the interruption. Yes the chart says that when you first visited me you were NEGATIVE for other STDs. Let me just update that now to reflect syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes of the mouth, anus, and penis, and a few others. What? I see by the shaking of your head you disagree? Well in short, some of these I have given you myself, some I used swabs and vials of disease vectors etc… as the source materials, and the rest, well….You shall see.” Dr. Mike set the folder down, his cold hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed back into my torn and bloodied hole. “DO YOU FEEL THAT? DOES IT FEEL LIKE A 100 LITTLE NAILS PIERCING YOU WITH EVERY THRUST? I MUST SAY YOUR ANAL CANAL WAS MOST RESISTANT TO MY INITIAL INVASION, BUT WE HAVE RESOLVED THAT. FEEL HOW YOUR ASS RING SPLITS AND OPENS WHEN I SLAM IN? ALSO AS I EXPECTED, YOUR HYPERSPERMIA HAS ELEVATED YOUR SEMEN PRODUCTION AND I HAVE HAD TO PLACE EXTRA MEDICAL PADS BELOW YOU TO ABSORB THE COPIOUS SPERM NOW FLOWING FROM YOUR DICK EVERY TIME I ENTER YOUR ASS.” I moaned, tensed, Dr. Mike angled his dick and started to pound at one spot, “AH YES – FEEL THAT? I SPENT EXTRA TIME SCRAPING AT THAT SPOT WITH A MEDICAL INSTRUMENT – AND LET’S SEE – RGHT ABOUT – OH YES, THERE. RIGHT THERE TOO. GOOD, GOOD. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MORE DISEASE? TO ABSORB SOME MORE TOXIC CUM? TO BECOME THE CUMP DUMP THAT YOU HAD HOPED TO FIND ONE DAY? TAKE MY DEATH SENTENCE – TAKE IT – YOUR LIFE IS GONE AND YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER FILE IN MY CABINET!” A few grunts and thrusts and Dr. Mike finished depositing the latest of I had no idea then of how many loads inside me and as he sighed in satisfaction and yanked his dick out, a new voice said, “Jesus Christ your are a sick fuck just like always Dr. Mike.” I tried to turn my head to see who was speaking, but could not identify the person and knew it was not Dr. Collins. Dr. Mike chuckled, walked into my field of vision with the folder, grabbed one of his stools, sat down, rolled it closer and recited the introduction like he had made this speech often, “I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles back there has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick.” The sound of belts, buckles, and clothes being set on a metal chair touched my ears and a throaty laugh in agreement to that last statement. Dr. Mike continued, “Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved and delights in the chemical pleasures. You shall experience needles, powders, smokes, and more. I am ever amazed at the drug forms he finds and forces onto our victims. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. So, let me introduce you to Charles, your new Leather Lord and owner.” My what? What the fuck? A leather-gloved hand smacked my right ass cheek hard as a big man walked up and stood beside Dr. Mike. At that moment I could not have told you a thing about what he looked like as the only thing I noticed or could focus on was his monster horse dick that had a Prince Albert (PA) piercing through the head that looked like it was big enough to be a bracelet on a wrist. I stared as Charles spoke, “Lesson 1 – never speak unless spoken to and then only to say YES SIR or HARDER MASTER. You only got 4 words in your vocabulary now.” I could not have replied if I wanted to with the ball gag still in my mouth. Dr. Mike looked up, “Do you wish me to knock him out for his first treatment? Dr. Collins left a couple of extra doses just in case.” Charles laughed, stroked his hard dick, “No way. You know I like to hear them scream.” I shivered, my heart started to race. Dr. Mike made a note in his folder, “Oh I do, but you will have years for that. Shall we compromise? You know of course you will need to inject him before you leave - and again, my condolences on the loss of your boy Roger. Such insolence is intolerable and good that you were able to find him a new home as a castrated mare at the Breeder’s Market.” Charles spoke with a deep sadness, “Yeah, we had been together a long time, but hell, time for some new pussy to bleed and infect. I think I will call this one Roger too. Monogrammed towels and all you know – HA! You sure no one will miss him?” With the chart in hand, Dr. Mike scanned his notes, “No one at all. Lionel and his crew from the Breeder’s Market are already at his place cleaning it out and dealing with his accounts – financial, online, and otherwise. He has no immediate family and his employer has been notified of his unfortunate accidental heroin overdose and his admission into a treatment program, which sometime during the night he ran away from and no one knows where has gone. His medical team and the authorities can only assume he is in an alley someplace trying to get high and most likely has left the city.” WHAT THE FUCK – NO NO NO I TRIED TO CRY OUT – WHAT THE FUCK? A leather glove slapped my face hard, my nose started to bleed, Dr. Mike, got up grabbed his iPad off the table, sat back on the stool and rolled over closer. He smiled, tapped the iPad, swiped, and up on the screen popped – me.“….being of sound mind I consent to all treatments for my heroin addiction…..” I was confused. I didn’t remember making that, I didn’t say that! I never have done...would never have…shit! Charles had gone behind me and started eating my fucked out ass – his beard scratching my skin, his teeth sinking into my flesh, his gloved hands clawing at me. Dr. Mike put his face close to mine. Charles rose from eating me out and then rape slammed his 11-inch dick into my ass ripping me anew with his horsemeat and PA making me scream into the ball gag. Dr. Mike then said, “You really should read all the forms you sign.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (The Breeder’s Market and Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer –story links may be found here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

I am a 22 year old student, 5'6, medium build, blonde hair, blue eyes, 6" uncut, tight Hole, into most things I've tried and open to those that I haven't. I was out barhopping one night and got half soused. By the end of the evening I was feeling so horny a trip to the Baths was in order. There were a few guys cruising around so I wandered about. Then this tanned guy in his 30s checked in. He finished his cigarette, scanning the joint. He invited me to his room. He was so hot I couldn't refuse. He tossed his towel on the bunk, revealing a 7-inch Cock. I bent down to suck it, and he started to fuck down my throat. He knelt down to rim me, pushing his tongue in far as it would go. "GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!" He got to talkin' dirty in that husky voice of his, telling me how he liked breedin' Cunts like me. The longer he rimmed me, the harder I got. He pressed his dry Dick to my Hole, and, before I knew it, plunged all the way in. Actually it wasn't as bad as it sounds—cause I was halfway drunk to begin with and he planted a bottle of Poppers under my nose. He plowed in and out, and I bucked back against him cause it felt so good. He asked if I liked takin' it raw. In practice I usually didn't—but when push came to shove—YES—that’s how I prefer it. Meanwhile, I was thinking, 'Geez, I oughta ask this guy to use a Condom.' But "GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!" was all that came out. He fucked me for 20 minutes, talking about how he loved breedin' Bottoms. I must admit I dug it. I could feel him gettin' harder and thrustin' deeper the longer he fucked. He started moaning an' beatin' me off. THEN HE SHOT! His Dick spasmed nonstop. "FUCK, BOY! TAKE MY POZ CUM!" I tried to pull off but he was still beatin' my Shaft and in spite of myself, I came, too. He licked me clean and kissed me. The taste of my Cum on his tongue reminded me of the Toxic Venom he'd infused up my Ass. He was yappin' away; but I had no comprehension of what he said cause I was in shock. Over the next few weeks I came to accept what had happened; and Barebacking became the rule, rather than the exception in my life. A couple months later I got tested, and the results came back NEG; but by then Bareback Sex had become so ingrained in my persona that I ONLY FUCKED RAW.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

In the summer of 2010 I flew to Spain for a week in the sun. After a couple of days of debauchery in Barcelona, my boyfriend and I took a train to the seaside town of Sitges, which several of my friends had recommended to us. So I found myself on a train filled with many hot, sexy men. I'm 35, 5' 11", with short, buzzed, brown hair, a youthful face some facial hair that I've allowed to grow into a closely trimmed goatee. I have blue eyes and a solid build. I'm not particularly hairy, but my chest and stomach are covered with fur, which I keep it trimmed and neat, not shaved. My cock is cut, above average in size, and seems to be always hard. I would describe myself mostly as a vers bottom. I only bareback with my boyfriend, but will sometimes blow other guys outside of our relationship and even then I insist the guys wear a condom. My boyfriend of three years and I had the talk; the talk that gave each of us approval to play outside the relationship without any guilt. We also talked about how if we fucked or got fucked by anyone, we would always wear a condom. The afternoon we arrived at Sitges, I stopped at a sex shop and picked up some single-use lubes, a couple of condoms, and a bottle of poppers. That evening, around 12:00 AM, my boyfriend and I went to XXL. While it wasn't all that busy, the music was amazing, so we danced for a while and the place gradually filled up. There were muscle bears, bears, otters, twinks, the 'guy next door' type, in short, there were men of all shapes, ages, and sizes. After about an hour on the dance floor, my boyfriend disappeared, seemingly for ages. I figured he must be upstairs in the dark room. I've been to the odd dark room in my time, but mostly it's always been a lot of groping and a few blow jobs that haven't turned into anyone cumming, at least in me. Anyhow, I decided to see if I could find him, so off to the dark room I went. The narrow dark room was pitch black, and, as it turned-out, so packed with men that I found it difficult to navigate. While I could see some shadows, that was about it, so hands proved to be the only way of exploring. Not surprisingly most of the guys were wearing t-shirts, and I took the time to explore some well-developed, hairy chests. I also encountered several cocks, so while most of the guys seemed to be fully clothed, a fair number of the guys were nearly naked. One of the nice experiences was that I could pretty much feel anywhere and no-one pushed my hand away, whether I was exploring some guy's chest, his neck, the small of his back, or slide my hand into the waistband of a guy's pants. Many a guy would even wiggle a little so I could reach further in his underwear and feel his ass and crack. I was feeling a little drunk and guys were grabbing my ass. I walked along and this one particular guy grabbed the back of my belt and pulled me backwards towards himself. I let him pull me to him until I was standing directly in front of him, my ass pushed up against his crotch. His hands started roaming my chest, under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples and rubbing my entire front and cock through my jeans. I was hard and he could feel it. He began to lick my neck, and almost involuntarily I reached behind my ass, the palms of my hands rubbing the front of his shorts. To my pleasure I found the top button of his shorts was already undone and the zipper was half down. He massaged my shoulders a little and whispered something Spanish in my ear. He was rock hard. I was able to lower the zipper a little lower and I reached into the front of his shorts. This seemed to be a invitation for him to reach down, unfasten my belt and fly and lower my jeans. I leaned forward away from him a little and he slowly pulled my jeans down and then my underwear, only pausing for a moment to grab my hard cock that sprang forward when he yanked down my pants. Other guys were still passing in front of me in this dark room that was more of corridor than a room, but other than the odd grab-and-rub of my cock, all the action was coming from the guy behind me. And let me say, he knew exactly what he was doing. I reached inside his underwear and felt a large, fat, uncut, dripping cock. Fuck, was he horny. I moved my hands so that my palms were facing and rubbing his furry belly. With one hand firmly and slowly jerking my cock, he pulled his shorts and underwear down, and they fell to his feet, so I kept exploring his body. With his free hand he began rubbing the crack of my ass, his firm fingers going right for my hole. They were rough and he was intent on trying to push a finger inside me. My pants were only partially lowered, certainly not quite at my feet, but I still had to lean forward to grab the small tube of silicone lube I had in my pocket. Retrieving it, I handed it to him. He flipped open the bottle and I thought he was going to rub some on his finger to lube my ass, but instead, he pushed me forward a little and he began lubing his cock. Obviously he thought I was giving him the green light to fuck me, but I wasn't. I didn't want him to fuck me without a condom. Not here, and not with a guy I didn't know or couldn't even see, but I was a little drunk and it was all happening pretty quickly and before I realized it, he was pulling me back towards him and his cock was lodged between my cheeks. His cock was really solid and his hands on my waist were strong and pulling me back on his cock, the head of his cock was pushing right for my hole now and I knew he was going to push it in. Raw. I thought for a second he was going to miss my hole but he didn't. I didn't want him to miss so I leaned just a little forward and then I felt him enter me. Slowly and firmly, my ass was stretching as he kept a firm hold on my hips. It felt fucking amazing. My mind was racing. I thought I either pull away now completely, or enjoy our session. I decided on the latter. I reached into my other pocket and fished out my poppers, but found I had to lean forward to reach down enough into my pockets because my jeans were now halfway down my legs. When I made this move, he pushed right in. All the way in. I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. His cock was inside me and he was holding me there, still for a couple of seconds, but not for long. His hands were on my waist and his cock was completely inside my ass. I opened the poppers and took a hit - a deep hit. He took the bottle from me, and I heard him take four deep hits, then he handed the bottle back to me, so I took another hit. Although I was now flying,and everything was a little out of focus, I could still feel the thump of the music and I could feel bodies pushing past us in the dark room. I was sweating and flying. He held onto my waist and pulled me on and off his cock, steadily, not fast, but with the serious intention to fuck me deeply. He straighten me upright with a few gestures, and then he began licking and sucking my neck, whispering in my ear, licking my ear. I tried to turn my neck and head so he cold kiss my lips. He took the hint and we kissed a little. I could feel stubble on his face. He was sweating, breathing heavily, and his tongue pushed into the corner of my mouth. As the position was very difficult on both of us, we stopped kissing and he placed his hands on my hips. I took the hint and began to rock forward and backward, slowly. I wanted him to enjoy my ass, so in my mind I was imagining that I was jerking him off with my ass, clenching and unclenching my ass muscles so he would not be able to stop fucking me before pulling out. He started a regular steady rhythm of fucking. I opened the bottle of poppers and took another hit, and he followed suit, taking several strong hits. The entire time I moved forward and backward on his cock. He was fucking me more deeply and I was completely enjoying the sensation of his cock inside my ass. As his fucking intensified, my mind was flying. All I could think about was what we looked like. What he looked like and what is cock looked liked pounding in and out of my ass. His fucking was taking on an animal like quality. I could hear him grunting. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jerk. He was pounding my ass so fiercely I thought I might bounce right off of it but he kept amazing control. I could hear the music of the club and I was loving every minute of the experience: the beat the music and the hot raw cock in my ass. I reached between my legs and I could feel his cock fucking my ass. I felt it with my fingers as it was pounding in and out of my ass. This must have driven him a little crazy because his fucking began to get harder and I could hear him grunting and his body started to spasm a little. He was cumming in me. I could feel him cumming inside me. He slowed down a little and then his cock popped out. Cum immediately ran down my leg. He turned me around and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately. For the first time our cocks rubbed together. His was gradually going soft, even if it was sticky with his cum, but my cock was hard and pressed up against his. His hands grabbed my ass and he pulled me very tightly towards him. That was enough for me, and I came, shooting between our bodies and stomachs. He knelt down and licked my cum, taking my cock inside his mouth for a couple of seconds, sucking out the last couple of drops of cum from out of my cock. Then he stood up, pulled up his pants and said 'ciao' and disappeared. He was done, I was done, so I pulled up my pants and went off in the opposite direction, wondering if my boyfriend was also getting into some trouble. Anyone have any stories from some fun they've had in Sitges?

Went to Buena Vista Park last night to try my luck. Been there twice and nothing happened, but three time's a charm. The action mainly happened on a wooden path with a row of railing. I grabbed the first cock I saw, kneeled down and sucked it passionately. Couldn't really tell the identity of the guy, but he had an average cock that's just right to start off. After a few minutes, I dropped my pants and turned my butt to him, leaning on the railing. He put his cock inside my pre-lubed ass easily. A big crowd gathered to us, as we were fucking alongside two other guys. Line was formed, as tops were waiting for their turn. The first guy stopped and moved on to the bottom next to me. A shorter middle aged white guy walked up to me, held my hand to his cock confidently. It was a rock hard fat 8.5. I sloppily sucked his fresh tasting meat, then shoved it right into my ass as I took a few deep hits of poppers. He penetrated my hole for about 15 minutes, then pulled it out and said he needed a break. A younger Asian guy with a 6 inch quickly put his dick inside me right after the 2nd guy pulled out. While not being nearly as big, he made it up with skill and passion. The crowd grew bigger as we both made a lot of noises. He moaned loudly as he flooded my hole with the first load of the night- the cum flow onto my legs and pants like a stream. I was about to wipe it off and take a break, but a taller, fit asian guy held me against the railing, pressing his thick 7 inch into me. He was the most aggressive top for the night, calling me a dirty slut and names. "You like being raped like this don't you?" He said, while raping my hole like a mad dog. He lasted pretty long and was wearing me out, until he donated his sperm inside my hole. I pulled my pants up and was ready to leave, a tall older white guy came and politely asked if he could fuck me. I touched his cock and felt a big 8 inch, so I dropped my pants again and let him claimed that ass. In about an hour, I took 5 dicks and 2 loads. Before I called an Uber, a handsome blonde, blue eyed doctor on BBRT said he would love to use a wet used hole like mine. I went to his place, he was waiting naked with a hard nice average cock. I get naked and get on all four, as he aggressively fucked me in doggy. He came pretty quickly, we cuddled for a bit. We started kissing, his cock got hard again. We fucked in missionary for the rest of the hour.

My buddy who got me started when I was 8 was a year older and admitted that he had been playing with his uncle, cousin. I found out later that he would play with his dad on deer hunting trips as they slept together. He had a younger brother that his dad picked up as he got older. I know one thing, he sure knew how to fuck and would rock his ass into my cock when I would fuck him. He was a uninhibited wild fucker from early on. Later on when we got a chance to play, he would cum as I fucked him without touching his cock he loved it so much. I eventually got to play with his dad one night after a few beers. Though I was 19 at the time. It was fun and kind of strange that playing with his dad was familiar. The had the same body motions and rhythms when fucking. It told me that night that he knew me and his son had been playing for years. I eventually had three buddies who played growing up. Two were first cousins that were my my age and a year younger. We would all fuck each other (everybody had to be verse) and fill each other up with cum to keep from messing up the sheets. To be continued. I had a very sexually active youth with so many people that it is sometimes hard for me to even imagine how I managed to pull it off. Basically, I was looking for a chance to get naked and fuck with anybody that had a dick. Age didn't matter.

Part 25 - Forever Foundations On the outside he hadn't changed at all, only his way of thinking and how he felt inside. He thanked Carrington who placed a plate of food down in front of him. Preparing dinner was their first joint effort being together, Charlie picked out the vegetables in the grocery store ignoring all the fancy ones he knew nothing about instead picking the type you could get back in England. Charlie turned out to be a dab hand in the kitchen surprising Carrington that he knew how to cook and did it really well. Carrington stood watching him unable to stop smiling and Charlie attributing most of his skills to his mother and Conrad, explaining how Conrad was an exceptional cook by any standards and taught him the basics. Charlie's initial worry of spending so much time with Carrington had completely vanished, in part he knew a bit about him since their meeting at the manor and spending almost two days being hunted down by him. Charlie put his knife and fork down and took a sip of water, across the table they were watching each other chatting and smiling. The way he felt so ease in Carrington's company finding lots to talk about all culminated in a feeling like they had been together years, where in truth really he knew little about him. "Tonight your mine completely" Charlie said out of the blue staring at Carrington. Carrington sat back in his chair and smiled "Are you surrendering yourself fully to me?". "Yes" Charlie replied then put his head in his hands, "I think I am". "Totally?" Carrington asked. Charlie nodded. Charlie sat forward "Be nice to me, you know I don't know what I am doing" he said. Carrington held Carlie's hand across the table "Slowly, I want to enjoy discovering you". Charlie silently gulped his body already starting to stir from the way Carrington held his hand softly, looking in to each others eyes an unfathomable desire was building and his fingers tingled. It took a moment to realise that these sort of emotions he felt had never been brought to the surface with Serena or anyone else. The effect Carrington had on him warmed his entire body, everything in his life seemed not to matter right now. Charlie stepped in to the bathroom and came out of his daze not even remembering how and when they came upstairs, everything was a happy blur and his reflection in the mirror showed he was undressed with just his underwear on. In the mirror he saw Carrington walk in with his head cocked to one side looking at him. Slowly he made his way towards Charlie who let out a soft pleasing moan feeling the hands of Carrington touching his shoulders and watching him in the mirror. Softly leaning his head back with each tender touch on his shoulder and neck, Carrington never losing sight of Charlie's reaction through his reflection in the mirror. Watching each slow breath he took moaning sweetly, 'Do you trust me?' Carrington whispered in his ear, Charlie nodded gently allowing the hands to roam further around his body. The warmth from Carrington's body passing to him he pressed up closer, the arms circling around his chest, feeling, caressing and touching him softly. Charlie rolled his neck to the side leaning against Carrington's neck and shoulder, the arms around his body slipping further around enveloping him fully. The action was total submission to Carrington, he had finally won Charlie and Carrington knew this immediately from the way his body relaxed into his arms being held tight against him. Carrington looked at Charlie's reflection in the mirror, his eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted. Carrington's cock was already hard and pressed against Charlie's arse. Carrington kissed Charlie's neck feeling the entire body respond pushing back 'I love you Charlie, from the day I first saw you' he said softly in to his ear kissing the lobe and moving back down his soft neck. Charlie's hands moved and held Carrington's arms slowly feeling every inch, a happy sigh when they moved over the large biceps squeezing them to ensure they were real. Charlie spoke quietly 'I tried to deny it Carrington, I can't lie or hide my feelings any more. I love you', his words full of intent and meaning, 'Only you could have done this to me' he said almost admitting it to himself. Charlie turned his neck and kissed Carrington's shoulder feeling the arms gently squeeze him in assurance. Their faces turned to one another and their lips touched briefly, Charlie's mouth opened slightly wider and Carrington rubbed his lips softly against Charlie before extending his tongue and running it across them, Charlie's body heaving in pleasure from the erotic feeling in his body. Charlie giggled softly his sound muted by Carrington kissing him properly, his tongue slipping in and dancing around with Charlie's. Charlie raised his left hand and touched Carrington's neck pulling him harder against his mouth, their bodies touching both perfectly still and frozen in time, only the sound of muted moans coming from both of them sharing their first intimate moment together. The naturalness of the kiss completely freeing Charlie of any doubt he ever had, the question of his sexuality gone, he really felt the strongest love for Carrington. The hands slowly worked down his body, touching sensually as the moved from around his chest down to his waist coming to a rest at the to of his legs. His body slightly trembling from the anticipation of knowing where things were leading. His own hands dangled by his side unsure what he should do with them, the thought quickly evaporating concentrating instead of the mouth locked against his sexing every part of this mouth and tongue. He moaned as Carrington's hands pulled his arse up hard against the unforgiving erection, his fingers tickling the top of his thighs working under the elastic of his underwear and teasingly coaxing them lower. Unwilling to stop Carrington's action he kissed him back harder and felt the underwear pulling free of his own erection then dropping around his ankles. Waiting with baited breath for Carrington to touch him inappropriately, suddenly he found the hands roaming up across his stomach and chest. Charlie found his hands moved back touching Carrington's thickly muscled thighs, his fingers moving over the fabric finding the elastic, his thumb slipping beneath and gently pulling them down. He was unprepared as the underwear fell away from his fingers feeling the full fleshiness of his cock rubbing against his exposed arse. Carrington lifted one leg then the other freeing him from his underwear, Charlie did the same and immediately Carrington's hand moved down to an inch or so above his cock. The fingers played with the light covering of pubic hair, Charlie giggled as best he could with a mouth full Carrington's tongue. He played and toyed with the pubic hair, teasing and pulling it until Charlie grabbed his hand stopping him. Weather by accident or on purpose he couldn't be sure, his hand pushed Carrington's down until it touched his cock and closed around it. Charlie raised himself on tip toes pushing his body back against Carrington and kissing him deeper. The feeling totally strange having a mans fingers holding his cock, not just holding though, they gently rubbed his shaft. Back pulling the foreskin over the head, then forward allowing the head to be covered up in shyness until it was exposed again. Carrington stopped kissing him and smiled his hand releasing from around Charlie's cock, his arm turning Charlie round to face him. Their eyes met and Charlie placed his arms around Carrington's neck and kissed him, his body lifting off the ground with such ease supported by Carrington's powerful arms. His legs coming to rest around Carrington's waist gripping on tightly to prevent him falling. He took one last look in the mirror, his reflection getting smaller being carried in to the bedroom until it disappeared. Charlie unlocked his ankles and Carrington gently let go of him, he put his arms around Carrington hugging him but it was an uncertain tenderness about the way he was acting that caused Carrington to step back and look at him. "You look troubled" Carrington spoke to Charlie bringing his attention back. "I am" Charlie replied. "When I arrived here my life was normal" Charlie said. Carrington knew this was his doing "I can't help that fact I have fallen in love with you". Charlie had an anguished look on his face "Fuck!" he shouted loudly, "Why, how?" he asked. Carrington shrugged "Do you really love me Charlie?" he asked. "Yes, god yes" Charlie replied looking at him, "I need to understand it though". Carrington nodded "Even if nothing happens I will never forget you" he said. Charlie looked at him confused "It sounds like you are finishing before we start". "Sexiest person I have ever met" Carrington said, "But I am not going to force you". "No, no, no" Charlie said pushing Carrington on to the bed. "You promised to marry me, you said it was going to happen" Charlie reminded him. Carrington smiled "Yeah I know, had to do something to try and win you over" he said. Charlie leaned over him "So are you going to make good on your word?" he asked. Carrington looked Charlie in the eyes "Do you want me to?" he threw the question back. "I look really stupid don't I?" Charlie asked looking scared. Carrington stroked Charlie's face "No, I think you need me Charlie" he said softly. "Carrington make good and marry me then" Charlie said almost demanding. Carrington chuckled "No going back Charlie, you are the only man I have ever asked". Charlie nodded. "If we do this it is forever Charlie" Carrington told him. Charlie leaned forward and kissed him "Forever" he said standing up "definitely forever". Carrington grabbed Charlie and pulled him on the bed wrapping his arms around the man he was so desperate to be with. Charlie let out a loud sigh and moan held in Carrington's arms with his fingers lightly dancing across his lower back then softly stroking and feeling his arse. It was certainly different from sex with any girl he had, his body had never been touched so much and he was loving it. Every part of him that Carrington touched made him respond in different ways, his whole body seemed to be completely erogenous in his hands. Unable to contain his erection Charlie rubbed it up against Carrington, the response was Carrington kissing him harder turning Charlie on even more. Carrington rolled Charlie on to his back but unable to prise his legs open. Charlie pushed Carrington up 'Not ready for that' he said looking up at him. Carrington smiled and resumed kissing, Charlie waited until he felt Carrington's body relax then rolled him over. He looked down into Carrington's eyes wriggling his way in between his legs, he smiled and leaned up kissing Charlie 'Trust me this will be easier' he said moving his body and lying on his stomach. Carrington opened a draw and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant, squeezing some out and applying it to his arse he then grabbed Charlie's cock coating. The action caught Charlie by surprise and he closed his eyes moaning loudly enjoying the gentle strokes until Carrington finished, 'Go easy Charlie you're a sizable man' he said softly and settling back down on his stomach. Charlie kneeled between his legs looking at the fine sculptured body lying there waiting for him. His hands moved first touching Carrington's calves and working upwards, the body shifting slightly at his touch, his hands trembling with nerves and leaning forward he kissed Carrington's back several times. Without any thought process he automatically started moving up towards the shoulders, his cock dangling precariously above Carrington's arse moving closer each time he moved up. Charlie softly moaned feeling his cock gliding between the arse cheeks. Carrington raise his head turning and smiling to Charlie, a rush of love taking over his body, hips wriggling until he found the tightness of the clasping around the head of his cock that pushed through the initial resistance. The feeling was so different, so out of this world he just wanted to push all the way in right now. His arms shaking and Charlie desperately tried to regain some control. Holding position he afforded a gentle nudge down, Carrington gasped and moaned lovingly. The smoothness of his cock entering more had him lean down and bite Carrington's shoulder a little too hard leaving an impression. Carrington raise his head turning to look at Charlie 'Control yourself Charlie I am not going anywhere' he softly said using an encouraging sensual tone. Charlie felt his cock pulse gently a couple of times in knowing sign he had pre-cum already. Pushing his hips down again his cock moved further in with ease, 'Oh Charlie' Carrington mumbled from under him pushing his arse up, Charlie pushed down again and felt his entire shaft glide in until he could push no more. His arms giving way and collapsing on top of Carrington and simultaneously thrusting his hips down. Carrington moaned raising his head, his legs banged on the bed 'Argh yes' he cried out to Charlie. His eyes opened wide feeling his cock held in vice like grip, the sensations spinning out of control in his body, just the thought of knowing he was deep inside Carrington made him pre-cum again. Charlie grabbed on to Carrington's arms and laid on top perfectly still fearing he would cum from any further movement. Charlie kissed the side of Carrington's face and slowly wriggled his hips, Carrington turned his head and kissed Charlie, their eyes meeting spoke an unquestionable love, a look that bonded them together. Charlie kissed Carrington's neck and gently moved his hips again, small gentle thrusts that gradually built up. The incredible feeling of laying on top of his muscular body and only having to move his hips felt so amazing. Neither of them in a rush allowed their love making to develop, Charlie taking his time managed to hold back to revel in the sensations. The strangest feeling of all was that his cock was enjoying the sex as much as he was. Something he had never encountered before and it felt amazing, his body having double the sex in very different ways. his body reacting to the sex in his cock, his cock reacting to the sex in his body. His body relaxed freeing him to enjoy the moment, gently sexual caressing with his cock, changing to harder thrusts then easing off and speeding up again. Trying out new techniques but always ending up deep inside Carrington, his body warm and perspiring laid firmly on top of Carrington's feeling the warmth exchanging between them. The subtle and pleasing moans coming from Carrington revealing what he liked allowing Charlie to focus on those moves in particular. Sex had been just sex previously and Charlie was finding with every minute that passed there was so much more to sex. It wasn't just about the orgasm with Carrington it was the connection between them on every level imaginable. Raising himself up on his arms Charlie bore down on Carrington urged on by the way his arse would push up waiting and greeting his cock, 'Oh Charlie fuck me' Carrington begged slipping in to his part Mexican accent. His hips pushed up hard against Carrington's arse grinding and thrusting deeply penetrating. Charlie groaned feeling his balls tingle the rush of adrenaline surpassing normal levels and spiralling out of control in his body. Quicker and harder he fucked, the tingling in his balls moving to a ravaging primal urge to breed. Unable to stop himself the orgasm already spreading through his body he moaned slamming his hips down hard, 'Yes' Carrington cried out 'oh fuck I love you' he cried banging his legs on the bed. He could feel every electrifying pulse and jerk releasing from Charlie's cock relentlessly pumping ribbons of cum in to his arse. Charlie's body froze in a rigid state from the force of his orgasm, moaning that boarded on crying from the way it was tearing through his body. Carrington felt the full weight of Charlie collapse on top of him, quickly grabbing his hands holding them tightly waiting for the body on top of him to relax. The panting, deep breaths, chest heaving lying on top of Carrington in a stunned state of what he had just experienced. Words could not describe how his body felt or what was running through his mind. All he did know was his cock still stood hard and lodged firmly inside Carrington, there was no comprehension of where any of this came from. He felt so elated and continued running his fingers across Carrington's arms, Carrington's head laid to the side watching and smiling but neither one could speak or even find the words to express themselves. His fingers reaching Carrington's palms then fingers and entwining firmly clasping together, that simple act filled Charlie with a love he knew was real. Resting his head down and facing Carrington he smiled kissing him gently on the lips 'I love you Carrington' he whispered softly, his eyes fixed firmly looking deep in to Carrington's. The smile broadened across his face moving closer to Charlie until their lips touched, fingers squeezing to reinforce their love and an ensuing kiss that lasted minutes. By morning Charlie woke to find himself still in Carrington's arms, having had the best nights sleep in ages helped by the warmth of the body and arms that held him all night. Carrington tightened his hold and pulled Charlie on to of him. Charlie let out a happy giggle 'Morning he mumbled. Carrington smiled stroking Charlie's back and kissing him tenderly 'We have plenty of time to explore sex when your ready' he said almost as if he could read Charlie like a book. 'Thank you' Charlie replied, hearing the words helped to relax his body and revel in the feeling of Carrington's body and touch. The occasional fondle took place amongst the kissing, there was no doubt that Charlie got ever more aroused just by their skin touching and laying close together. The way he caressed Charlie and ran his fingers over his arse was new but incredibly enjoyable, interaction playing both ways, eyes only for each other. Giggling. Smiling. Kissing. He knew a time was looming when Carrington would want to make love to him, a couple of days ago it would have worried the hell out of them. Not anymore though, he could see Carrington was a sensible and considerate person and would be able to explore things at his own pace. For now, he was well seduced in to fucking Carrington and wanted to do it again. Carrington got out of bed still holding Charlie and carried him to the bathroom putting him down in the shower, patting his arse several times and having a squeeze. Carrington left him to shower whilst he put some coffee on. In the kitchen Carrington pulled his mobile phone out and twisting it around in his hand looking at it, sighing he put the phone down on the counter and put some coffee on to brew. Picking the phone up again he was fighting himself inside, maybe he should tell Charlie first. One thing for sure was his parents would appear if he broke the news to them, no matter if he told them not to come they would ignore Carrington and turn up anyway. He put the phone down again thinking that Charlie may not be ready for full force of his parents and the subtle way of judging his new boyfriend. After all Joey had not impressed them and gave Carrington a clear warning to get his head out of the clouds and see him for the gold digger he was. Then there was the whole issue of moving to England, he owed them everything and that was the hardest part around his reluctance to move. Carrington opened the group chat with his parents and started typing 'Please don't panic or do anything rash but I am sure I have found the one, he flew over from England to find me. I need some time' he stopped typing hearing Charlie's footsteps softly padding down the staircase. Turning the phone in his hand to hit the close button his finger accidentally swiping the send button firing off the message to his parents without him knowing. Opening his eyes and looking up the sky he could hear the sound of the river gently flowing close to where they laid. Rubbing his wrist the clanging of the chain from the handcuff Joshua sat up and looked at Aaron. In the subsequent days since their altercation in the room Joshua refused to speak to Aaron, the silence between them sometimes erupting in to a tempestuous argument. Aaron was still seething from the attack Joshua did, he had got tested and confirmed he had been exposed. Given PREP to take in the hope it would stem the infection getting hold he played it down with Joshua, he wasn't about to let him know and give him the upper hand. Angry as he was with Joshua he found it a rather devilish act that strangely made him admire him more. Joshua was allowed out for a walk twice a day chained to Aaron, finally calming down and talking more with Tanner it was seen as progress. He hated being cuffed to Aaron, part of him behaved knowing what Aaron was capable of. Aaron on the other hand took no notice of Joshua and treated him like a dog on a leash, constantly looking at his watch waiting for the hour to be up and drag him back to the room. When they did look at each other Joshua would produce an evil smirk that wound Aaron up. A game that Joshua found amusing but also knew when to stop it before any retaliation happened, he knew he had met his match with Aaron who could easily bring him down if he wanted to. Joshua felt his arm being tugged as Aaron stood up partly dragging Joshua with him back to the estate house. Reluctantly with no choice he followed back to his room, as usual Aaron forced Joshua on to the bed holding him down whilst Sven unlock the cuff around Joshua's wrist. Joshua instantly flipped on to his stomach and wait for Aaron to look at him whilst closing the door, he grinned rubbing his crotch at Aaron. The moment the door locked Joshua laughed, Aaron heard him and would smile walking away behind Sven. Sven turned to Aaron noticing the smile "What are you smiling about?" he asked. Aaron winked "Him, cute piece of British ass" he replied. Sven tutted walking towards the stairs "He is cute but not my type". Aaron laughed "Not old enough for you" he replied. Sven smiled and nodded. "You on the other hand seem to be enjoying him" Sven said standing at the top of the stairs. Aaron patted him on the shoulder "He plays a good game, not as good as me" he said confidently. "You reckon, £100 says you can't win him over" Sven said offering his hand. Aaron rubbed his chin "Deal" he said shaking Sven's hand, "How do I know if I have won though?". Sven laughed "Get him to be your boyfriend" he said walking down the stairs laughing. "Very funny" Aaron replied chasing him, "You drive a hard bargain but you got a bet dude". "If I do it will be for real though" Aaron said heading to the kitchen. Sven turned and shouted after him "Somehow I believe you". Over the following days Tanner was getting through to Joshua bit by bit, opening up and finally admitting to himself more than anything that his desire to possess was borne out of his own insecurities around love. His experiences of growing up around a father who was possessive and then to experience a string a dead end sexual encounters affected his way of thinking. He saw love only as a means to own and control an item irrelevant of what it was. Gradually a trust built up and Tanner even allowed Joshua to join him for dinner several times and walk in the grounds without being handcuffed to Aaron but always with Aaron and Sven by his side. On the third day of his so called freedom the thought of escaping had crossed his mind, without knowing where he actually was he could only assume the estate was in the UK somewhere. He had ample chance of making a run for it and when the time was right he couldn't bring himself to do it. A failed attempt would probably result in him being drugged again and shackled to Aaron for his walks. He was the most part a prisoner here, a prisoner in a beautiful room that was now being well looked after. Then there was Aaron, his ever so quiet rapist as he called him. Undoubtedly there was sparks, both aggressive as each other and they say opposites attract he mused. Sven took a phone call and had to return to the estate house, he produced the handcuffs standing in front of Joshua. "Do you really need them?" Joshua asked looking at him, "I promise not to do anything". Sven smirked "Okay, you know the walls are too high to scale" he said putting them away. "He won't run for it, he doesn't want to be drugged up anymore" Aaron added glancing at him. "Can we go sit by the river?" Joshua asked Aaron, "I find it relaxing". Aaron chuckled "As long as you don't try to jump in, it is cold and the current strong". Joshua looked at him "I am not a complete twat" he replied looking annoyed. Sven laughed walking off and glancing back a few times to make sure Aaron was okay with him. Aaron kept very close to Joshua walking along the front of the house and across the perfectly manicured lawns and flower beds, the sight instantly reminding him of Conrad and wondering what he was doing right now and if he was still with that othe young lad. Weirdly the thought filled him with dark happiness, dark for the things he put Conrad through, but the happiness from the nights they spent together after meeting. His hand constantly brushing against Aaron's started to linger with each brush. Joshua glanced at him every time it happened. Aaron paying no attention to it got him a little pissed off and on the next brush he grabbed Aaron's hand and held it. Aaron still paid no real attention to Joshua but he felt Aaron's hand responding and holding his firmly. Inside he was smiling and tried to stop it showing on his face acting normally as they walked down to the banks of the river. Joshua let go and laid down on his back. Aaron sat next to him watching for any sudden movements. Seeing him in the sunlight and appearing relaxed, Aaron was seeing a true side to him, a very natural look that was captivating and taking his breath away. Joshua laid there with his eyes closed in tranquillity and breathing steadily, a trick Tanner had taught him a couple of days ago, it helped clear his mind and process thoughts with greater clarity. He could imagine and feel the river in his head and sense the closeness of Aaron. his hand moved across and touched Aaron's arm, slowly he stroked it and glint of a smile broadened across his mouth. Aaron glanced down at his arm then at Joshua, the sight overwhelming him. Aaron leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips then abruptly sat up again unsure what had come over him. Joshua licked his lips and murmured lightly not wanting to make a big thing out of it. It was a pleasant unexpected surprise, Joshua put his hand down his shorts placing it over his cock feeling the warmth from his erection and returned to his steady breathing. Aaron fighting the temptation to kiss him again, gone was the urge to rape him again only to be replaced by an affection that bolted through Aaron almost taking the legs from under him. No matter how or what he thought of Joshua he simply loved the cocky arrogance and weird accent of this sexually attractive guy. Aaron tapped Joshua on the arm telling him they had to get back to the house, he helped Joshua to his feet who looked at him briefly then turned to face the estate house. Aaron walked by his side and this time he took the reigns and held Joshua's hand tightly all the way back to the house. Instead of heading back to his room Aaron escorted him to one of the lounges. "Tanner will see you in here" Aaron informed Joshua letting go of his hand. Joshua nodded "You trust me not to break anything then?" he asked with irony. "No, but Tanner has trust in you so don't ruin it " Aaron replied with a little sarcasm. Joshua looked at him "You don't trust me do you?" he asked. Aaron grinned "No" he leaned forward and kissed Joshua on the lips, "Not yet anyway". Joshua stood with a silly shy grin on his face that Aaron had never seen before. He chuckled and left the lounge with Tanner walking in through the opposite door inviting Joshua to sit and take tea with him, already Tanner noticed a stark difference in Joshua this morning. He knew all about that evening and warned Aaron to tread carefully and not to put himself in any dangerous situation with him. After two hours calmly talking Joshua had broken down, the touchy subject of his father's possessiveness paved the way for him to open up more. Anger at the subterfuge used by his father growing up, the constant guilt trips and suppression all melted over years resulting in the Joshua that sat in front of Tanner. He sat there pouring another cup of tea for Joshua allowing him to release all his anger and frustration. Tanner called for Aaron and waited whilst Joshua reflected and wiped his eyes. "Aaron take Joshua out for a walk and then join us for lunch" Tanner said standing up. Aaron could see the upset in his eyes "Come on Joshua" he said taking his hand. Aaron squeezed it comfortingly taking him outside where they walked in silence through the gardens stopping and sitting down in the herb garden at the back of the estates kitchen. Joshua was still pretty upset and in turmoil from his conversation with Tanner leaned his head against Aaron's shoulder staring blankly at the river. Aaron looked at him noticing his eyes full of water and a tear trickling down over his cheek, sitting in absolute silence was a broken Joshua. Aaron lifted his arm carefully putting it around Joshua's shoulder holding him. The sight almost distressing Aaron out had seen this before with other patients, only this one didn't have the comfort of anyone to help him through this part of the process. Sometimes he wondered if Tanner had a sixth sense to detect when a person was at their most vulnerable, it certainly seemed that way today the way he treated Joshua so warmly. Right now he was happy to be Joshua's rock to lean against and would help him on his recovery. Deciding on a long weekend Carrington stretched in bed on his back turning his head making sure Charlie was still there. Fast asleep and by his side filling his heart with happiness was Charlie, so far every morning he had to check to ensure if was not a figment of his imagination. So happy he wanted to bounce his feet under the sheet, instead he controlled himself and settled on just being able to watch him sleep. Saturday mornings just couldn't get any better he thought to himself, he was making plans on showing Charlie around for the next three days until his train of thought of interrupted by his message alert going off. His phone was on the other side of the bedroom and he couldn't be bothered to go and look since it would wake his man up. The noise stirred Charlie from his sleep and instantly sensing Carrington in bed his hand moved across touching Carrington and making him jump a little. Finding Carrington's nipple he pinched and pulled making Carrington roll over close giggling 'Cuddles' Charlie said in his sleep voice. Carrington kissed him on the head placing his arm and leg over Charlie allowing him to get close. Within minutes they were both fast asleep again.

I like CBT in a bondage scene

some of the best raw cock i ever took was when i was in the military. wasn't "poz" cum-still the men were "dogs" when it came to taking a faggot like me, either fucking me raw or making me suck on their cocks. i have a great love for white dick. i'd see many guys walking around with a hard on or grabbing their "junk". i in turn would let them know that i could "help" them out with their "problem" and 99.9% of the time they were down. one guy in particular i remember vividly. very stocky, short, very attractive, "thuggish", hairy, not a huge cock but average and sexy. he had a girlfriend and was about to marry her, but i guess he just wanted something on the "side"-or maybe he was just very very curious about black ass. the first time he fucked me, afterwards it took me a few days to recover from the assault. as he made me bleed-something that i'd never had happen to me before. he knew he had "hurt" me. for 2 years, i took care of all his sexual needs. crazy thing is-i fell in love with him and he had gotten feelings for me as well. one thing i can remember about him-never since then or now-have i come across a man that could shoot as much cum as he did. the volume was unnatural. most time he fucked it up in my booty but once i gave him head and it was like drinking down half an 8 ounce glass of milk.

I really like man sent too! It is so hair when a man is breeding me and puts his pit in my face. I cum from the smell. All man.

love the part when nutting inside and from full pulse pumping to calm but still pumps lil before even pulling out is best feel ever.. and taking it as the alpha top need is very common for his pleassure in exchange for my sake.. but when waiting and keep fucking especially if kamagra or other inhandsing taken second and third fucks can go on very long while ass and throat swollen up even if loosening up and jizzed creamy its gets rough.. if drunk or pills half passed out tho i dont give a fuck if its very endurable or kkep fucking using more as toy object cumdumpster doll or cheap escot whore

There's an ABS/Sex Club in ATL called Tokyo Valentino. There's one room that is pretty much totally dark. I didn't even realize it was there the first couple times I went. Last year, (maybe the 3rd time I went) I finally stumbled on this room. It happened to be Black Pride weekend in Atlanta and there were a lot of hot black guys walking around. I was standing against the wall in the darkest room and this guy with a very fat 8" dick stopped in front of me. I quickly went down on my knees and sucked him. Ended up that he was there with 2 others (they were from out of town, TX). He bent me over a bench in the dark room and fucked me and loaded my hole. Then both of his buds took their turns. When it was over, the first guy asked me if I was ok with that (kinda late to ask, but of course I was). They invited me back to their hotel. For some stupid reason, I declined (thinking I would be able to get more dick if I stayed put). Although I did get more dick, I wish I had left with those three. And to answer the question of the post, it's not my preference but I certainly enjoy it!

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Fuck yeah, I'm a manual worker so I can stink at the end of the day, specially in summer. I love the smell of my body, particularly my pits. My boy took some training to learn to appreciate his daddy's musk but now he gets stuck in. When I get home he sometimes waits for me naked and on his knees ready to clean me. He undresses me, starts with my feet, liken em all over, then I bend over and spread so he can lick out my crack - he struggled with that at the beginning, Then he licks and sucks on nay balls - no cocksucking tho. Finally he buries his face in my pits. I love watching him lick them clean. I love kissing him when his face stinks of my pits. As a reward, I bend him over and empty my balls up his ass. I wish I could do the same but he's a young sweet smelling boy and doesn't sweat much. Still I got buddies for that.

Dark Alley Media is known for great fisting scenes. I highly recommend "Pigs Don't Stop". It's a few years old, but still gasp-inducing.

Absolutely. Do you think your alpha gives a flying fuck about your pain. All he cared about was fucking your face and emptying his balls in you throat.

I don't consider it being molested but I was 12 and he was 40. I found his number on a bathroom wall at the mall and well the rest is history

When I do bottom, just don’t waste precious cum — ass or mouth!

I’m visiting another city and got a few hours away from my companion so checked out Grindr. Various chats but the no-nonsense tone of one message grabbed my attention: “hey mate, you alone? What’s up? You interested in having a load dumped in you?” I was interested and before long he had me come to a unit in a light industrial area, explaining that his parent s owned the building and he was staying there overnight to attend a party. The industrial vibe to the place was hot and he’d thrown a mattress on the floor. We both stripped and I could admire his muscular body, with strong hairy chest, big biceps and a large shoulder tattoo. We were soon down to business with me on all fours. As he fucked me doggy he kept wedging my legs further apart which was painful but hot also. Eventually flipped me on my back which clearly had an effect as he soon pumped a big load into my ass.

I love being fisted. I don't find a lot of guys into it so it doesn't happen very often. I used to get fisted a lot more 10 or so years ago. I can't take it very deep, maybe about 4 inches past the fist, but I can take it wide. After I am opened up, and I feel not matter how experienced the top is, I am always saying slower and more lube, then I can take punch fisting and double fisting, both hands. Nothing like being punch fisted. My absolute favorite is for the guy to put his fist in me then slide his raw cock in my hole and grab his cock inside me and jerk off till he cums in me. Also had a guy's hand in me and another guy's cock and jerked off in me. Gotta try it.

The pulsation of The pulsation of that cock as he unloads his semen into that guys ass is perfection. Can't get any more intimate than that!

I was molested over a year's time by a neighborhood man when I was 12 and he was in his 30s, I believe. Let me start by saying I was very effeminate. I had started playing dress-up in my sisters' clothes with another sissy. I would see the man around the neighborhood and he started saying hello to me. He started talking to me and would offer to buy me a can of pop if I walked with him to the neighborhood store, which I gladly did. He would make small talk with me and then leave after giving me a squeeze or hug. This went on half a dozen times or so. He said he was glad I was his friend. He said to stop by his house sometime for a pop instead of the store. Well, I gladly did that too. Pretty naive, right. So, I'm at his house and I remember that he got very close to me on the couch and actually put his leg over me and sort of pinned me. As he was talking he slid his hand down my shorts and felt me up. He chuckled when he realized I was wearing panties, my sister's. He kept playing with my little penis and then started kissing my face and then my mouth. Well, I panicked. I said something like my mom was expecting me home and I really had to go right away. I recall thinking about what happened all night long. I was confused because I actually liked it. He was a nice and good looking man, after all. So I went to his house the next day. Same scenario played out. He knew what I was thinking, I'm sure, since I came back. This time he asked me if I had ever seen a man. I knew what he meant. So i said, yes, at the pool locker room. He asked me if i liked to look at them. I think i muttered something like i don't know. He put his hand down my pants again and kissed me on the mouth. He took off my tennis shoes and pulled down my shorts and panties. He played with my little penis, but did not suck me. Next, he took off his shoes and pants and shirt and then my tshirt so we were both naked. He got on top of me on his couch and kissed me and then kissed me hard with his tongue in my mouth. That went on for a while. I did not panic but I remember my heart was about to beat through my chest. He flipped us over so I was on top and pushed my head down to his cock and balls. He directed me to kiss all around, which I did. He was not forcing me to do anything, but I do remember I was really scared about what would happen if I did not do what I was told. He put his cock in my mouth and told me to lick and suck. He grew in my mouth and after a few minutes he started moaning and shot into my mouth. I had been beating off, so I was prepared for that. I swallowed. He pulled me up and kissed my face and mouth again. I did panic a little and said I really had to go. Again, I thought about it all night and I decided I really really liked being with him. Next time I saw him around he bought me lunch at McDonald's. I remember he said to stop by again and kept stressing that I should never tell anybody. Well I did stop by again. Like I said, I was effeminate and like my two older sisters I had begun shaving my legs and wearing perfume and even some makeup and lipstick now and then. My sissy friend and I were severely bullied. My new friend was nice to me and bought me things. I began to really love going over to his house a lot and getting naked with him and his holding and kissing me. And I began loving to pleasure is cock. That was happening maybe two, maybe four times a week. Some weeks it was every single day. I did love it. Now here is the funny ending. After a year of me sucking him police showed up at his house and he was arrested. For what, I don't remember but it must have involved a gun because he got an automatic five years in prison. Me, well, my sissy friend and I became the school's cocksuckers for about the next five years until we went to college. Guys could always rely on us if their girls would not put out. My sissy friend and I kept meeting to play dress-up. I fell in love with one of the boys I was sucking most days of the week after school. But he liked me only as his cocksucker. I remember how gorgeous he was and how brokenhearted I was. I am still effeminate and have taken female hormones for many years. My sissy friend ended up marrying a guy. I however did not. After sucking guys for a number of years after college I realized transgenders were not that welcome in the gay community. I met a dominate woman and I am a sissy housewife! I am in chastity and my tongue is used for her pleasure. We are also into BDSM, with me as the submissive of course. I am severly paddled or whipped by her every Saturday night! That is my story about being molested and how I ended up!

Gosh that’s a tough one, it really depends on how much you’re enjoying it. I’ve had really hot sessions where I’ve felt he can go on forever, but yes I’ve also had sessions where I’ve desperately wanted the top to just cum and get it over with! But I would say that’s my problem rather than his. It’s funny thinking back using words like I want your cum and breed me to encourage him to ejaculate 😂

Couldn't agree more. May I present - Exhibit A: [think before following links] http://media.gayboystube.com:8080/videos/5/f/0/9/2/5f0925f150c6f.mp4

Boys should be allowed to experiment at any age. And by age 12-13 I think it should be talked about and taught in gym class in school. Maybe the gym teacher and an aid do some demonstrations for the young guys. Or even the students stay after class`s for some extra time with the coach. All with the consent of the student.

You are worthless poz trash You realize you can only get fucked raw by poz men? Like negative cock shouldn't even be talking to you period

That's probably the best way to use trash like you

Saw my dad and brother naked a lot growing up! Never nothing sexual but knew I enjoyed it!

man, love this story each and every time I read it.

15,000 since I was 12 and I;m 50 now

Easily, I imagine.. I started early and growing up spent many days in public toilets, service stations and a fantastic department store on the 5th floor toilets. Been fucked through so many gloryholes, between piss stones, centre of toilets rooms with men watching out for each other, then taking it in turns fucking me. Truckers rest stops, bus station drivers toilets, Cab and uber drivers. Motorway toilets and shower rooms, some of these places, i easily spent all day and nights in. Moved onto saunas, nightclubs, sandunes many a fucking took place. Inbetween adverts on various hook ups sites and lots of fucking took place. I could go on for ever, but I reckon so much more than a 1000 cocks.

There's still much more to come ... PART 13: HELLO TO JOE'S DARK SIDE Joe told me earlier that he intended to bring a few special items to hide under the ring when he first arrived at the building. I didn’t know the exact contents, but I knew they would make the final match of the night fun – at least for poz punishers like Joe and me, less so for 19-year-old straight jocks and tag-team partners Cody and Ryan. As energetic Cody stood in the corner yelling his protests to the ref and urging poor Ryan to make the tag, Joe put the small cardboard box under his arm and walked slowly around outside the ring, watching Cody’s battered partner legitimately struggle to muster enough energy to even get to his knees. I wondered if the bruises would we visible on Ryan’s lean, tanned body in a day or two. As Joe stalked his prey, I approached both camera operators – the only other people remaining in the entire building thanks to COVID-19 crowd restrictions – and told them that this match was scheduled to be a boring beatdown. I slipped each of them $50, assured them we'd take care of the cameras, and sent them home. They attached their still-running cameras to tripods just outside opposite corners of the ring to catch the remaining action (which I knew would be anything but boring) and headed out the front door, car keys in hand. I watched as they walked out, letting the doors lock automatically behind them. Joe glanced my way and saw my quick, approving nod, assuring him that it was “go time.” As he sat the box down on the floor outside the ring, he lifted two pair of black handcuffs and held them out of view. Quickly sliding back into the ring, Joe stomped Ryan’s hapless abs three times, then slid his meaty hands under Ryan’s tight biceps and in one swift move lifted and threw the kid hard into the corner. Before the boy could slide back down into a sweaty heap, Joe grabbed his chin and spit hard from deep within his gut, aiming specifically for the kid’s eyes while they fluttered open. Then another. The thick globs of saliva found their mark and began to drip out of Ryan's eyes and down his humiliated cheeks. Joe lifted his right hand and smacked the boy across left, wet cheek. “Whaaack!” The sound echoed in the empty room. Joe lifted his left hand and smacked the kid across his right cheek. “Whaack!” Joe took the handcuffs and attached one end of each pair to the top ring rope while Ryan’s arms fell limply to his sides. All the while, Cody stood in his corner screaming for his partner to find the energy to make the tag. That energy wouldn’t come, at least not tonight. As Ryan took more abuse, Cody’s look of anger began to look more like unexpected despair and bewilderment at Joe’s unhinged rage. The ref mostly stood by, doing his best to keep Ryan from being completely decimated in a match that had been already been scheduled as a no-disqualification match (probably now to the regret of Cody and Ryan). Finally, Cody’s concern for his depleted partner overwhelmed him, and he charged the ring to try and pull the much bigger Joe off his friend. Joe greeted him with giant, stiff forearm strikes to Cody’s back, followed by his two meaty hands wrapped around Cody’s muscular neck until the jock sank to the mat, clutching at his throat. This was a level of pure, raw, painful rage that Cody had never encountered in a professional wrestling match. He never prepared for this. There was no way he could. With Cody on his stomach, and his perfectly-muscled ass lifted slightly into the air, Joe turned his attention back to Ryan and lifted him fully upright in the corner. “I'm sorry to do this to you, boy,” Joe muttered. Joe took one step backward and, in a quick thrust, lifted his massive black boot straight upward and into Ryan’s healthy, youthful crotch. Ryan’s thin layer of white spandex and worthless jockstrap did nothing to soften the blow. Ryan was already in such a haze that his eyes simply opened and bugged out just for about 3 seconds while he let out a “oooooooh, uunh” before appearing to lose consciousness completely. Joe took the opportunity to slip his fingers under each side of the boy’s white trunks and slide them down over his muscled legs, leaving the beaten kid in his white wrestling boots and thin, sweaty white jockstrap that hinted at a more-than-ample flaccid cock and balls hiding underneath. Joe slid the boy’s white wrestling gear into the side of his own black trunks as a souvenir. The ref’s eyes lingered lustfully at Ryan’s nearly-visible cock and balls. Joe turned Ryan to face the corner, then lifted Ryan’s left arm and slipped it into the first black metal handcuff. He lifted Ryan’s second hand and cuffed it as well. With Ryan nearly unconscious but unable to slump even if he tried, Joe reached around and cupped Ryan’s slightly stubbled chin and leaned in. He gave the 19-year-old jock a soft kiss on the lips, then again spit into the boy's eyes before letting his head slump again. As Ryan drifted off, Joe turned around to attack his other young trophy, Cody. He walked to the opposite side of the ring and lifted Cody by his thick, sweaty hair, then slung the kid forward into the corner. Cody’s strong chest and abs met the turnbuckles with a painful thud, and as the boy stumbled backward, he was crushed by Joe's thunderous forearm that sent Cody hard back into the corner in a 180-pound heap. Joe slid outside the ring and again shuffled through his box of toys, this time lifting his hands up to show me and the ref two pair of pink, fuzzy metal handcuffs. It was obvious that Joe didn’t want to just abuse these kids. He wanted to emasculate them. A wide, devious grin spread across Joe’s bearded face as he jumped back into the ring and turned Cody around to face him. Joe pulled his left hand back and, with no warning, forced it hard into Cody’s muscled abs and held it there as he drove it in further. Cody let out an “uuuuuum, fuck” but never even found the strength to open his eyes. “Sorry, Cody. I always liked you best,” Joe whispered just before leaning into the jock’s face to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He followed by spitting into the kid's face, using his big paws to rub his wad of saliva across Cody's model-handsome features. Within seconds, the kid – just like his partner – was turned around with his back to Joe and embarrassingly cuffed to the top rope of the ring, defenseless to stop the out-of-control monster degrading him. With Cody helpless and borderline unconscious, Joe lifted the kid’s legs to peel off the white spandex trunks identical to those of his partner. As Joe slipped them down the boy’s legs, Cody’s second flimsy layer – a white lycra posing strap -- came into full few. It was a sight the ref once again seemed to enjoy as he let his eyes linger. While I stared at the near-naked jock and hottest poz conquest of my life so far (twice, in fact), I briefly imagined how many tickets we could have sold for gay men to witness this brutal moment live and up-close. I also began to wonder how often Cody's young, meaty cock had oozed my DNA, whether into his own hand, a condom, or an unsuspecting hole. Had he been tested? Did he have any idea that he was shooting pure venom? And will Ryan be as easy as Cody? Or maybe he'll put up a fight? Joe slid Cody’s white gear into the side of his own trunks alongside Ryan’s, then stood there proudly. I suddenly realized I was fully hard, and I suspected precum would soon be visible in the bulging crotch of my jeans. I looked in Joe’s direction and could see the outline of his thick, hardened cock through his wrestling trunks. As the ref’s eyes darted between Joe and me, I could see what appeared to be a hard-on in the loose-fitting black pants of his ref’s uniform. Joe yelled out as I snapped out of my trance. “Hey, boss!” he said. “Ready?”

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

The physical pain of penetration is the first thing that comes to mind. but also the humiliation of submitting to another man and groveling in front of him begging and ultimately accepting his superior (genetic code) semen. Im extremely masculine (obviously not when it comes to sex) and the shame of being a sub bitch makes me depressed and horny at the same time.

Reposting Part 2 to try to fix spacing issue - constant battle in BZ format so apologies: Part 2 – Dr. Mike Takes His Co-Pay: My dick was the fountain of death – the headwaters of the River Styx and I was Charon, the mythological Greek deity that served as the ferryman, carrying the dead across to Hades. Their fee had to be paid though and the toll I demanded and took was their drugged up, unconscious, raw, and NEG hole. My brutal raw fucks, my POZ toxic load, and the volume of virus I deposited from my hyperspermia ensured there was no reincarnation, no coming back – this was the end of the road for each and every one of them – it was only a matter of time. Over it all lorded Dr. Mike – my own Zeus – a god of Olympus who orchestrated every rape fuck, who bequeathed to me and those who served him all our needs and wishes – and yet as I came to learn, Zeus had a dark side and he was more the Lord of the Underworld than I had ever imagined until it happened to me. “When do I get to fuck another bottom?” I asked Dr. Mike the following Monday after I had rough fucked another knocked out guy and blown two loads back to back in his now, shredded hole. Since my first visit to Dr. Mike’s office and fucking the guy named Lucas, going back and breeding another willing/unwilling bottom was all I could think about. I had NEVER EVER been able to fuck like that. With a full thrust, with all my energy, with no regard for the bottom’s pleas to stop or slow down or take it easy. It was a warm, open hole for me – ME – and I took it – I owned that shit and I had to have more. On my way out the door that first time Dr. Mike had instructed me to not jerk off at all, which was a fucking torture. I was in the habit of blowing a load in the toilet as I got ready for work in the morning and then another before I went to bed from watching porn or hanging out on the sex sites online. As my globs of thick, infected sperm swirled around the toilet bowl I always thought it was such a waste, but now my POZ load is being put to good use – breeding and infecting drugged up pussy bottoms who want a no limit rape fuck! That’s all I could think about – and was willing to do anything – ANYTHING Dr. Mike said. Monday’s became my playtime – for the next several weeks Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins had a fresh ass waiting for me – one that was knocked out, tied up, and waiting for me to rape fuck and fill it with my gallons of POZ jizz as the little cameras recorded it all. Then we changed things up a bit, but at first it was like all the other times. I arrived at Dr. Mike’s office, he escorted me to the back, some anonymous bottom was bent over, tied down to the table with his winky hole just calling to me. Dr. Collins – the anesthesiologist –injected a large syringe containing a brew of Ketamine, Fentanyl, Propofol, and other drugs into the bottom’s IV as he said, “Time to dream little man.” Dr. Mike rolled his stool over, handed me a clip board with various forms for me to sign authorizing my own ‘treatment’, showed me the videos of the bottom providing his consent, affirming he was legal, blah the fucking blah blah and then I was off to the races. The bottom’s hole was wicked tight and bled like a stuck pig when I ripped him open – dry and raw. Dr. Mike had me pause only a second and then said, “It is only superficial. I think you can do better – yes?” Hell yes! By the time I finished breeding that bottom the white pillow case under his knees was red and pink and slathered in my the manly mix of bodily fluids. I yanked my semi-hard dick out of his hole, watching the last splatters of red drip onto the stained pillowcase like a Jackson Pollock painting redo. Dr. Mike stepped up close behind me, pressed his body against mine, his hard dick pushing at my skin through his pants and said, “Can you fuck him again? Can you shoot some more?” I wasn’t sure I could and in that moment of reflection Dr. Mike reached around and with both hands and attached small medical clamps onto my tender nipples. “JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I howled as I hunched over in pain and tried to step backwards. Dr. Mike grabbed my arms and held me fast. I gasped and winced and swore, yet my body was flooded with endorphins, my dick got fucking brick, my shoulders unclenched, and I wrestled forward and slammed back into that gaped hole. “OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH MY GOD – THAT ASS IS SO WETT AND GOOD – OH CHRIST – CAN FEEL ALL MY CUM – OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO SHOOT AGAIN – OH MY GOD, OH MY…AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHH….” Thankfully Dr. Mike had a chair waiting and a glass of water when I pulled out as I flopped down, dehydrated, exhausted, and fucked-out silly. Once the glass was emptied Dr. Mike was in front of me on his stool, placed his left hand firmly in the middle of my still heaving chest as he said, “This may sting a little.” He pulled off first one clamp then the other and I winced, yelped, and oohed as he rubbed my tender nipples. My dick instantly popped hard again and I groaned. Dr. Mike smiled, “I believe that physically you are able to produce far more semen than you or your previous physicians have determined. I know you enjoyed fucking this bottom, and of course are more than welcome to do so again if you wish. However, given your current physical state might I suggest an alternate therapy?” What the fuck did he have in mind? Dr. Mike flipped on a few light switches as we walked down the hall, further into his office warren. Not a word was said as we walked and I had to muffle a laugh as with every step my dick dribbled POZ jizz along our path. Well I’m sure the cleaning people in here had seen worse. The floor in the hall changed from linoleum to tile and Dr. Mike stopped in front of a door that had a porthole style window in it. He pulled out some keys, unlocked it, it swung open silently, and we stepped in. When Dr. Mike turned on the lights I thought it looked like some old fashioned torture chamber and I would learn I wasn’t far from the truth. “This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments for my various treatment programs,” Dr. Mike explained as we did a quick walk down one side of the rectangular room and back up the opposite wall. We stopped almost back where we started near a padded bench or something reminded me of a pommel horse in gymnastics but with weird additions and holes added – Frankenstein kind of shit. Dr. Mike sat on one of his rolling stools – how many of those fuckers did he have – slid himself between the bench and a rack of medical instruments and started flipping switches. I was bored and horny and casually scratched at the drying man juices that had gathered under my balls from fucking the bottom. Dr. Mike spun around, patted the leather bench, “If you please? Lie face down – oh wait, let me lower it just a little more first – there – now if you please, lie face down spread eagle – that’s it – yes, yes, your arms go out here and here and yes, your legs out like that. Excellent. Now if you can scoot back just an inch or two – yes, perfect.” Dr. Mike slid the stool a little down my side, reached under the table and I gave a surprised “OH!” as part of the table right beneath my dick fell away, which let my balls and dick drop straight down. Who makes a fucking gloryhole in a table? Dr. Mike rolled back near my head and held up a plastic container looking thing that was attached to a machine by some wires and long tubes, “This is an electrical penis pump,” he explained. “For my patients who have erectile dysfunction problems, often times the issue is that they must relearn or reteach their organ how to get hard. I won’t go into all of the theories on the whys and hows, but suffice it to say that this will provide you a gentle, relaxed, and continuous form of stimulation that will allow you to orgasm repeatedly and as much as you want without the additional physical exertions. For our purposes, I want to document your semen output that happens AFTER your natural intercourse and compare volumes. Do you understand?” I nodded and said, “So you mean that machine is going to suck my dick and make me shoot?” Dr. Mike smiled, gave a soft chuckle, and said, “Yes, something like that. Shall we?” I have to admit that the first few minutes I thought to myself this is how a cow must feel in a milking barn. I mean, that’s what Dr. Mike was doing right? Milking me? But I needed to come again so bad and this – well – it seemed like a good idea at the time so hell why not. The first few minutes Dr. Mike adjusted dials, knobs, made notes in his folder, as I told him if it felt good, bad, too much, or just right. I was fucking Goldilocks, but Jesus hell when we found that sweet spot my balls pulled up, my gut tightened, and I started to shoot, “I’M CUMMING, OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING, I…OH MY GOD…OK…THAT’S ENOUGH…I…OH PLEASE THAT’S ENOUGH…OH SHIT…” Dr. Mike turned a knob, the suction increased ever so slightly as my dick and balls were pulled further into the tube and my body shook on the table above, “It’s alright now, just relax, don’t fight it,” Dr. Mike said, “The initial sensation and urge to pull away will pass I assure you and understand that if you do pull away, it will likely create permanent damage, so now – focus on relaxing your pelvic muscle, let the machine do the work – that’s it – don’t strain – yes – look at that! The volume of sperm is not diminishing in the least – just a few more seconds – ready – here we go, I will now start dialing it down, down, is that better?” The intensity of the pull had eased, but I was still cumming and could not even moan as the orgasms continued to roll through me, wave after wave, as I filled the tubes with my POZ semen. When the tugging on my dick from the milking machine finally ceased I was drained – literally. Dr. Mike had pulled every drop – so I thought – of semen from me and dried me out me to the bones. Once he had unhooked me from the suction tube he patted my shoulder, “Rest now. I’ll come back in a bit and check on you.” I was so wiped; I easily and quickly fell into a deep sleep and only came awake some time later when I felt someone stroking my dick. I was lying on my back on the table and Dr. Collins was standing beside me. He still had his medical mask on, white coat, but he was naked from the waist down. He had a tiny tiny dick, and as he climbed up onto the bench and squatted over my now hard dick I saw his beat up asshole. It was black and blue and bruised, puffy, and rippled, ugly as fuck but he slid right down onto my POZ shaft with all intents and purposes of milking another load out of me. Normally he might not have been my type but any hole was a good hole so I fucked the hell out of that puffy ass ring and filled him like Dunkin Donuts jelly special – glazed, stuffed, creamed, and sugared! The next week, as Dr. Mike hooked me up to the machine he said, “For your medical safety and to ensure the most effective treatment, I am going to use these leather straps to secure your arms and ankles to the table. I want to ensure that you do not accidentally hurt yourself by pulling off the machine. Do you understand?” I nodded. Sounded reasonable. “STOP – OH IT’S TOO MUCH!” I cried out as Dr. Mike turned up the power on the suction tube once we started. He rolled his stool over, patted my shoulder, “You’ll be just fine. I see that you are having trouble relaxing so this will help.” I then went, “OUCH, What the fuck doc?” as Dr. Mike inserted a needle into my left arm, patted the small driblet of blood, and covered it a smiley-face bandage. “Dr. Collins prepared this for you in case we needed it and I believe we do. Just a small relaxant to help your treatment.” I felt all warm, chill, a little fuzzy, but Dr. Mike was right and as I relished the soft rush flooding through me as he rolled back to the machine and cranked the knob up even more and my POZ ball milk flowed. The next couple weeks then became all about me fucking the drugged up and unconscious bottom after Dr. Mike had put the clamps on my nipples until I felt like tapping out, stumbling to the milking table – my name for it – as Dr. Mike worked the knobs to the machine that pulled and drew more POZ nutt from my balls after he had strapped me down and gave me the little shot to help me relax – which was becoming my favorite part! I didn’t know what Dr. Collins put in that little syringe, but I was eager for it and even started to ask for more each time and as a thank you I made sure to let Dr. Collins topping me off with a final load in his hole. While this was all great I started feeling just off, like I had this itch in my guts or something and it didn’t seem to go away until my visit to the doctor’s office. When I explained it to Dr. Mike he suggested we up my treatment program and I started going to his office every other evening just to get hooked up to the milking machine. Lying on the table as the machine sucked my dick and took my flow of POZ cum, feeling the warm buzz from the shots, and Dr. Mike – it was all fucking good! Well it was good until Dr. Mike decided to try to finger my ass. I was enjoying my bliss when I realized Dr. Mike had stood up. I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and I first thought he was just trying to make sure I was lined up with the hole in the table, but then he pushed a finger at my hole and tried to stick his finger in. I craned my neck and twisted my head, “NO! Don’t do that shit!” I said, “I’m a top man OK? I don’t get my ass touched.” Dr. Mike stepped back, a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled, “Of course,” he said and sat back down on his stool. What the fuck was that about I wondered. My next visit was two days later on a Friday and I was eager to get hooked up and get my shot. That itchy feeling in my guts was driving me crazy and my balls were aching and full and I needed release. Dr. Mike seemed his usual self when he opened the door. He led me to the room; I quickly got undressed as we made small talk, then Dr. Mike strapped me to the table and hooked up the machine. He came and stood at the end of the table by my head, reached underneath, released a lever and the section where my head was dropped away and I had to hold my head up as I said, “What the fuck doc? I….” Dr. Mike unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, stepped closer and said, “Open your mouth.” I shook my head, “No, no, I don’t….” He then slapped me, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! NO, DON’T SUCK IT – YET, FIRST SWALLOW.” Swallow, what did…fuck he started pissing in my throat and as he did he said, “THAT’S IT – SWALLOW MY RANK PISS. SWALLOW MY INFECTED PISS. SWALLOW MY CHEM PISS – CAN YOU TASTE IT? CAN YOU TASTE THE VIRUSES I CARRY? MY TOXIC DICK? GAG ON IT – CHOKE – DROWN YOU IN MY FUCKING PISS!” The more I choked and fought against swallowing, the more Dr. Mike – who had now become Dr. Jekyll – held my head tight and forced his piss down my throat. Much of it came right back out - onto the floor, splattered his pants, my face, but he didn’t let up and made me take what he wanted to give. Once the last drops of piss were vacated from his kidneys, Dr. Mike sighed, stepped back, casually got undressed, then said, “Oh my apologies, here is that better?” as he slid the portion of the table under my head back up so I could rest it on there once again. I sighed in relief as I thought he was going to make me suck him, so clearly what he just did was a momentary lapse. But wait, why was he naked? Dr. Mike walked over to the table, grabbed a syringe, walked back and I noticed his dick was now hard, about 9-inches, thick, and every vein was bulging out like it was on steroids. He set the syringe by my arm, checked each strap, then sat on his stool and rolled in front of the milking machine. He flipped it on and immediately I yelped as he cranked the suction up. Dr. Mike spun on his stool, “Now now. Remember – RELAX – and I think we will try a new treatment today – something a little more natural to gauge if that influences your semen output.” The orgasms started to roll over me as the suction machine tugged on my dick and exhumed the AIDS semen from my balls. I moaned, and then stopped as Dr. Mike stood up, walked over to the table, climbed up on it and lay on my back. His face was now next to mine as his hard dick pressed into my ass and his hands reached down and back to pull my cheeks apart from each side. “PAYMENT IS DUE,” Dr. Mike said, “YOU WILL NOW BE CHARGED YOUR CO-PAY FOR EVERY BOTTOM I HAVE LET YOU FUCK AND INFECT. FOR EVERY GALLON OF SPERM I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO UNLEASH. FOR EVERY DROP OF DRUGS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. I WILL FUCK YOU AND GIVE YOU MY OWN TOXIC SPERM!” I whimpered and pleaded, “No, you can’t, I’m sorry for...for whatever it is you think I…that I did. I’m sorry, just don’t, please. I’m not a bottom! I don’t get fucked! I’m a top!” Dr. Mike chuckled, his dick head nudged at my puckered ass, and he replied, “Correction – you WERE a top,” and then I screamed as he ripped my hole open with his raw dick and started to fuck me dry and hard. “YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN – IT IS IN MY HANDS NOW – AND WE WILL SEE IF YOU ARE WORTHY,” Dr. Mike growled as he took my cherry and fucked me. I was a grown fucking man and men don’t cry, but tears were liberally coming out of my eyes as I fought the pain, the confusion, the mix of feelings of what was happening versus the waves of pleasure shooting out from my dick as the machine sucked out my never-ending stream of cum. I did manage to blubber out, “But…I thought you said this was free?” Dr. Mike laughed, “NO, I SAID – AND YOU SIGNED THE FORM CONFIRMING – THERE WAS NO MONETARY PAYMENT DUE, WHICH IS VERY DIFFERENT THAN ANYTHING BEING FREE. THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY AND I BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND THIS PAYMENT FAR BETTER THAN IF I SHARED ALL THE EVIDENCE I HAVE WITH THE AUTHORITIES THAT SHOWS YOU RAPED AN UNCONSCIOUS AND ‘UNWILLING’ YOUNG MAN UNDER MY CARE, QUITE BRUTALLY MATTER OF FACT.” Dr. Mike lifted off me slightly, pulling his dick out of my ass and as I clenched my hole back tight he slammed back in and said, “EVERY MAN NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SUBMIT, TO PLEASURE ANOTHER MAN, TO TAKE WHAT IF OFFERED. THIS WILL MAKE YOU A BETTER TOP – IF YOU EVER HAVE THAT CHANCE AGAIN - AND WELL MY VENOM WILL REMAKE YOU AS I HAVE MADE OTHERS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT I HAVE UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD AND WHILE I NORMALLY DON’T FIND PLEASURE IN SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY INFECTED, I THINK WE SHALL BENEFIT EACH OTHER. NOW TAKE MY TOXIC CUM UP YOUR ASS – FEEL MY INFECTIONS INVADE YOUR BLOODSTREAM!” As Dr. Mike bred me with his load, my body exploded in the biggest orgasm I had ever had and I knew I was filling the sucking machine tube with a massive quantity of cum. I was breathing hard when Dr. Mike – now standing beside the machine, his evil deed done – inspected the volume of POZ nutt I had produced so far. He turned, smiled, “I believe we have found a better way to force your body to produce the volume of semen I believe it capable of.” He then climbed back up on the table and mounted me again. Sometime later I came to. I wasn’t on the milking table anymore. Where was I? It took me a moment to get my bearings, as my head was all addled, my thoughts mixed and jumbled, the pain in my ass incredible, my pelvic muscles sore and aching. Once I finally did I realized with shock and horror that I was still at Dr. Mike’s office, but now I was strapped to the fuck bench that the bottoms I fucked were usually tied to. I realized I was tied as well – just like them – and I also had the leather hood over my head. In addition, when I tried to cry out I couldn’t. Something large and somewhat pliable had been inserted into my mouth and tied to my head – what I would come to know later was a ball gag. I grunted, struggled, I heard a faint noise and Dr. Mike walked into view, his white lab coat on, the rest of him naked, his brutal dick still looking mean and hard. “Ah good, I see you are awake. I was concerned that maybe Dr. Collins at might have gotten the dosage just a tad off,” Dr. Mike said, “But no, I can always count on him. I can count on all of those I have made and created. Did you know that I was the first man to ever fuck him too? Of course you didn’t, but I was. Him and many many others. Like you, I need to satisfy my base urges and needs and well – tonight you have helped in a small way with that. Now where we were – ah yes, here you chart says…. One moment please.” I turned my head to see Dr. Mike leave the room and I struggled with all my might against the straps then stopped as soon as I saw him come back. He opened the folder back up, “Apologies for the interruption. Yes the chart says that when you first visited me you were NEGATIVE for other STDs. Let me just update that now to reflect syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes of the mouth, anus, and penis, and a few others. What? I see by the shaking of your head you disagree? Well in short, some of these I have given you myself, some I used swabs and vials of disease vectors etc… as the source materials, and the rest, well….You shall see.” Dr. Mike set the folder down, his cold hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed back into my torn and bloodied hole. “DO YOU FEEL THAT? DOES IT FEEL LIKE A 100 LITTLE NAILS PIERCING YOU WITH EVERY THRUST? I MUST SAY YOUR ANAL CANAL WAS MOST RESISTANT TO MY INITIAL INVASION, BUT WE HAVE RESOLVED THAT. FEEL HOW YOUR ASS RING SPLITS AND OPENS WHEN I SLAM IN? ALSO AS I EXPECTED, YOUR HYPERSPERMIA HAS ELEVATED YOUR SEMEN PRODUCTION AND I HAVE HAD TO PLACE EXTRA MEDICAL PADS BELOW YOU TO ABSORB THE COPIOUS SPERM NOW FLOWING FROM YOUR DICK EVERY TIME I ENTER YOUR ASS.” I moaned, tensed, Dr. Mike angled his dick and started to pound at one spot, “AH YES – FEEL THAT? I SPENT EXTRA TIME SCRAPING AT THAT SPOT WITH A MEDICAL INSTRUMENT – AND LET’S SEE – RGHT ABOUT – OH YES, THERE. RIGHT THERE TOO. GOOD, GOOD. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MORE DISEASE? TO ABSORB SOME MORE TOXIC CUM? TO BECOME THE CUMP DUMP THAT YOU HAD HOPED TO FIND ONE DAY? TAKE MY DEATH SENTENCE – TAKE IT – YOUR LIFE IS GONE AND YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER FILE IN MY CABINET!” A few grunts and thrusts and Dr. Mike finished depositing the latest of I had no idea then of how many loads inside me and as he sighed in satisfaction and yanked his dick out, a new voice said, “Jesus Christ your are a sick fuck just like always Dr. Mike.” I tried to turn my head to see who was speaking, but could not identify the person and knew it was not Dr. Collins. Dr. Mike chuckled, walked into my field of vision with the folder, grabbed one of his stools, sat down, rolled it closer and recited the introduction like he had made this speech often, “I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles back there has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick.” The sound of belts, buckles, and clothes being set on a metal chair touched my ears and a throaty laugh in agreement to that last statement. Dr. Mike continued, “Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved and delights in the chemical pleasures. You shall experience needles, powders, smokes, and more. I am ever amazed at the drug forms he finds and forces onto our victims. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. So, let me introduce you to Charles, your new Leather Lord and owner.” My what? What the fuck? A leather-gloved hand smacked my right ass cheek hard as a big man walked up and stood beside Dr. Mike. At that moment I could not have told you a thing about what he looked like as the only thing I noticed or could focus on was his monster horse dick that had a Prince Albert (PA) piercing through the head that looked like it was big enough to be a bracelet on a wrist. I stared as Charles spoke, “Lesson 1 – never speak unless spoken to and then only to say YES SIR or HARDER MASTER. You only got 4 words in your vocabulary now.” I could not have replied if I wanted to with the ball gag still in my mouth. Dr. Mike looked up, “Do you wish me to knock him out for his first treatment? Dr. Collins left a couple of extra doses just in case.” Charles laughed, stroked his hard dick, “No way. You know I like to hear them scream.” I shivered, my heart started to race. Dr. Mike made a note in his folder, “Oh I do, but you will have years for that. Shall we compromise? You know of course you will need to inject him before you leave - and again, my condolences on the loss of your boy Roger. Such insolence is intolerable and good that you were able to find him a new home as a castrated mare at the Breeder’s Market.” Charles spoke with a deep sadness, “Yeah, we had been together a long time, but hell, time for some new pussy to bleed and infect. I think I will call this one Roger too. Monogrammed towels and all you know – HA! You sure no one will miss him?” With the chart in hand, Dr. Mike scanned his notes, “No one at all. Lionel and his crew from the Breeder’s Market are already at his place cleaning it out and dealing with his accounts – financial, online, and otherwise. He has no immediate family and his employer has been notified of his unfortunate accidental heroin overdose and his admission into a treatment program, which sometime during the night he ran away from and no one knows where has gone. His medical team and the authorities can only assume he is in an alley someplace trying to get high and most likely has left the city.” WHAT THE FUCK – NO NO NO I TRIED TO CRY OUT – WHAT THE FUCK? A leather glove slapped my face hard, my nose started to bleed, Dr. Mike, got up grabbed his iPad off the table, sat back on the stool and rolled over closer. He smiled, tapped the iPad, swiped, and up on the screen popped – me.“….being of sound mind I consent to all treatments for my heroin addiction…..” I was confused. I didn’t remember making that, I didn’t say that! I never have done...would never have…shit! Charles had gone behind me and started eating my fucked out ass – his beard scratching my skin, his teeth sinking into my flesh, his gloved hands clawing at me. Dr. Mike put his face close to mine. Charles rose from eating me out and then rape slammed his 11-inch dick into my ass ripping me anew with his horsemeat and PA making me scream into the ball gag. Dr. Mike then said, “You really should read all the forms you sign.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (The Breeder’s Market and Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer –story links may be found here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

So wish Dr. Mike was my Doctor!

I have been with a handful of tops over the years who actually got off on poppers while they were fucking. There seem to be a few guys who don't go limp from poppers. I actually tricked with a guy once who got harder when he snorted them. But for most guys, it's like you described - a boner killer. I had a fuck buddy for a couple of years who loved for me to feed him poppers while he was on top of me fucking. He would watch me take a couple of hits and wait for me to feed him a couple. Then he would pound the hell out of me for a few minutes, and we would repeat the whole process until he bred my hole.

Poppers reduce the blood pressure for a short while, while a solid hardon needs all the blood it can get. Try wanking with poppers and note the change of texture/feel in your dick as the poppers hit. I can get totally shitfaced on poppers if I'm bottoming but if I'm topping I'll just have (at most) two very light belts - enough to make me more aware of the sensations between thighs and waist, but not enough to lose my hardon. Often those two very light belts of poppers are more for the benefit of the bottom as when I'm bottoming I want to see the top getting off on the poppers the way I am. Somehow it doesn't seem fair that only one of us can get shitfaced! I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that tops in porn are actually sniffing water from a poppers bottle...