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Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

I’m a technical professional and as part of my job I travel to a variety of locations across North America. Staying in hotel rooms can get pretty old, so when I am visiting a location where friends or relatives live I often try to visit since I have all my time free after work. On one visit to LA, I decided to reach out to one of my old friends and see if we could get together. Mark and I had attended school together back in my hometown and always had a blast getting buzzed and picking up girls. It had been years since I spoke to Mark, but we were linked on social media and had several friends in common so was hoping we might get the chance to get together and have a laugh. I finished work and went to my room to get cleaned up and to see if Mark was available to get together that evening. I called the number listed for Mark but another man answered. “Hello, may I speak to Mark?” I inquired. “I’m sorry but Mark isn’t home right now, may I take a message?” replied the voice on the phone. “”Sure, I’m James – Mark and I were old school buddies and I was hoping we could get together while I’m in town to catch up” I responded. “Oh yeah, hi James, I’m Bob – Mark’s roommate. Mark has told me about some of your escapades from the past…we’ve tried to continue the pursuit of debauchery in your absence, maybe even take it to a higher level”. I laughed and said “I should have figured Mark was as cool as ever. Could you let him know I called and give him my number?”. “If you’re free for the evening perhaps you’d like to come over and wait? Mark should be home soon enough and you can chill until he gets here” Bob replied. Since I was already dressed with no plans I thought it might be fun. “Sounds great…I can be there shortly…Oh – do you need me to bring anything?” I inquired. “No, just bring your body on over and we’ll be set for a fun evening” Bill responded with a mischievous tone. “Great then – see you soon” I replied more than a little curious about Bob. I’m a married man but had my share of bisexual experiences so I was pretty sure that Bob might be interested in more than hearing stories about back-in-the-day. I felt my cock growing a little as I imagined the possibilities, but quickly put those thoughts on hold and headed out. I drove my rental car to Mark’s address and found it was an old servant’s house behind a very large place. It seemed nice from the outside so I continued to the door where I found a folded note with my name attached to a clip by the door. I pulled the note and it read: James – come on in and lock the door behind you as you enter. I didn’t think that the note was strange since Mark and I were from a “come on in and make yourself at home” type of small town community. I entered through the door and saw there was a long hall with a room opening to the left at the end. I headed toward the room calling out to Bob so he would know I was there. As I rounded the corner I saw a large TV with gay porno playing and I immediately felt my cock stir in my pants. I looked across from the TV and saw Bob in a large overstuffed chair. He was looking directly into my eyes while a very attractive male kneeled before him; both were naked. As my eyes focused I saw that the young, blonde Adonis was bobbing up and down on Bob’s ample cock and was making very sexy slurping noises in the process. Bob continued to keep direct eye contact with me while he pushed his boy away and quickly stood up and extended his hand to greet, his hard dick pointed directly at me. “Great to meet you Bob. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything” I said while giving him a wink. “Don’t be silly. I had my boy roll a few for us before you arrived…take a seat and fire one up while I get you something to drink” Bob responded. He offered me some iced tea which was a relief since I don’t drink alcohol when I’m traveling on business. After he handed me the drink and returned to his seat, we passed one around. I was starting to feel quite comfortable at that point so I said “please continue what you were doing and I’ll sit here for a bit and enjoy the view”. The eager young man quickly returned to his place between Bob’s legs, this time raising his perfect ass where I would have a great view. His sexy butt-hole was glistening and I was pretty sure he had already had some fun recently. After placing his hands on the young man’s head as encouragement to take him deeper, Bob looked at me and said “Take off your clothes James”. When Bob had stood up I had noticed a few things about him; he was considerably taller than me (I’m a short guy), his body was cover with dark hair that was neatly trimmed, and his cock was about 9” long with a respectable girth. I was immediately impressed by his confidence and his welcoming manner. The fact that I was also majorly turned on by the circumstances upon arrival also influenced my willingness to do whatever Bob instructed at that time. As if his deep, sexy voice telling me to remove my clothes had me in a trance, I immediately stood and began removing my clothes. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks, and then unfastened my pants. When I pulled my pants down my hard cock sprang from my pants, showing the pre-cum that had already begun leaking and was about to drip onto the floor. I heard Bob say “nice!” and then tell his boy to move away and sit on the couch next to the chair. Once his boy was seated he told me to get on all fours in front of his chair. I was all-in at this point and quickly positioned myself on hands and knees before him as requested. In a fluid motion Bob slid down behind me and placed his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading and kneading them so he could get a better look at my hole. I heard him making a guttural growl as he slowly leaned in, moving his face closer and closer to my open bottom. Soon I felt his lips kiss my butt hole as I simultaneously felt the vibrations from his vocal chords as he continued to growl and moan while pushing his tongue inside. I knew then that I would let Bob do whatever he wished with my body, and I began to push my ass back into his probing orifice to let him know I was at his command. -To Be Continued-

Met up with a guy on Grindr today. I got to his place and he was immediately all over me kissing and groping me on the way to his bedroom. We strip down and I get to see his beautiful 8.5” cock, pictures didn’t do him justice, it’s thick like a big redbull can and curves slightly up. He throws me on the bed and starts eating my ass making me moan. He spits on his dick and shoved in but the pain was intense so I have him lay down as I straddle his cock. I work my ass down all 8.5” and I’m in bottom heaven. I start riding him as he calls me a slut, whore, just a hole for cock and cum which makes me ride him even harder. He pushes me face down and starts ramming my ass continuing the dirty talk. He flips me over so we’re face to face and spits in my mouth and slaps my face. He spits on me again as he starts choking me and telling me he’s going fill my slut hole with his poz cum. He pulls me back on top of him and tells me to jerk off and cum in his mouth which I do and after I feed him my load he slams balls deep in my hole and breeds me with his hot poz load. He pulls out and shoves a buttplug in my ass and tells me to keep his load in. He said he would be rough and he didn’t disappoint lol. I can’t wait to go back for round two.

Sunday afternoon, I went to a local adult store armed with my mask, some lube and a bottle of poppers. Aside from about 75% wearing masks, it was filled with trolls. However, as I made my way by the cubicles, I saw a hot stud with Rasta style hair. Now I like black guys and they usually like me, so I gave him the eye and he gave it back I was about to enter a cube, when one of the trolls cock blocked me. I headed to another cube and the stud followed me in. I locked the door, he pulled down his jeans, and I got on my knees. With no exaggeration, he had at least a 10 inch cock. I sniffed his cock to make sure it didn't smell like shit, then I sucked his head. About a minute later, he was in my throat and he was moaning. I was wearing shorts and managed to get out of them while still giving the stud head. I handed him a small bottle of lube and he squeezed some onto his fingers. "Show me your hole." I stood up to give him better access to my fresh hole while still sucking him off. "I want to feel your hole. " So I knelt on the bench and cracked open my bottle of poppers. I felt his cockhead at my hole and he pushed steadily in until I felt his nuts at my hole. He felt incredible as he started to breed me. About ten minutes after he entered me, he said, "You're gonna make me nut." I told him to knock me up. He pounded me a few more times until he grunted and gripped my tight. I could fill his cock spasming as felt a warm wet flush inside. We exchanged numbers and will hopefully rut again.

I had an appointment near downtown today. The freeway traffic was lighter than expected and I arrived in the area of my meeting about 40 minutes early. So, I swung by the adult bookstore nearby. The lot was full and I had to circle the block before a parking stall became available. It was 1pm on a Monday. This is usually a good time for sucking str8 guys. During the lunch break hours, this place tends to fill up with str8, married guys looking for a quick bj before heading back to work. I entered the arcade to see that most of the booths had the red lights on, indicating someone was inside, watching a film. I tried a few doors. Found one unlocked and entered to find a rather nerdy looking guy in his mid 30's. He was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt and wearing thick, black glasses. He had his dick out and was jacking off to a str8 flick. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. He let out an audible moan as I closed my lips around his cock and began to suck. His cock was a rock hard, 6 incher. Thick and uncut. I sucked and chewed on his foreskin as he stroked the back of my head. I softly massaged his hairy balls as I sucked. I could tell from his breathing and soft grunts that he was going to be a quick cummer. Sure enough, I moved my finger from his balls and found his asshole. I didn't press in, but just gently rubbed his puckered asshole. That put him over the edge. His groaning turned louder and he let out a yelp. "Oh, FUCK!!!" He grunted as he unloaded his cum into my mouth. In typical str8 guy fashion, the moment he came, he pushed me back, he stood and pulled some tissues from the dispenser on the wall. He wiped his cock and stepped into his pants. Pulling them up. He was out the door before I stood and wiped my mouth with a tissue. I exited the booth and began to try doorknobs again. I found another booth with an unlocked door. Inside I found a guy in his late 60's. He looked a lot like the grandpa that lives next door to me. I wasn't particularly turned on by him, until I saw the big, hard dick he had in his hands. I locked the door and assumed my usual position on my knees, between his legs. His cock was cut and at least 7 inches. Fairly thick with a big mushroom cockhead. This guy was silent as I began to suck. He never did make a sound or a moan. But, his cock was rock hard, so I knew he was enjoying my mouth. About 10 minutes of sucking brought his cum in my mouth. It wasn't a big load, like the earlier guy. But it was sweet and I always enjoy knowing I've gotten a str8 guy off. I thanked him for his load, but got no response as I straightened my hair and left his booth. I checked my watch. I had 10 more minutes before I had to absolutely leave to make it to my appointment on time. As I was debating if I should go or stay for a bit, a short, buff, scruffy looking guy in his late 20's or early 30's came into the arcade. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt covered in paint splatters covering them. His messed up dirty blonde hair also had splattered paint all over it. He looked like the blue collar, scruffy, bad boys that I love to get off. We were walking toward each other, but he didn't seem to look at me at all. He quickly found an empty booth with a green light. He went into the booth, closed the door. I didn't hear him flip the door lock, so it probably meant he was up to get sucked off. I waited until he had started a film and the light turned to red. I gave him a few moments to get settled and horny, then tried his door knob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He was leaning against the wall, rubbing his crotch. He never looked at me, but kept his eyes glued to the fake titted bimbo that was screaming in fake ecstasy as a tall, muscular black guy is pounding her with his bbc. I walked over to him and began to feel his bulge. He moved his hand and let me rub his already hard cock through his dirty jeans. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his waistband and fly. I pulled his tight jeans down and put my mouth over his rock hard cock inside his white briefs that had the faint smell of piss. Then I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my lips around his smallish 5 inch, slender, cut cock. I love sucking smallish cocks as much as monster cocks. I love being able to work both my lips and my throat on a guys throbbing cock. He must have been super horny because he literally was cumming down my throat in 3 minutes. I milked his cock with the back of my throat as he unloaded in me. He was silent, but his body was convulsing and shaking as he came in me. By now, I had to get going. I quickly pulled myself together, left the store and drove to my appointment. Arriving right on time. It was so nice to be back in the arcade, taking load after load of str8 cum.

I awoke without being able to say how I had lost track of the world. Blurry memories from a nightclub danced through my foggy mind and I tried to get up only to find myself both seated and tied up. "Hnnmmpf" my voice was a muffled moan, something soft covered my eyes. I started to come back to my senses. I remembered being drunk, but then...on my way home, something smelly had suddenly been pressed into my face. And now I was sitting on a chair...it felt like silk held me in place. I struggled, my muscles tensed to fight the gentle bonds, but all I could do was wiggle dangerously with my chair. That was when a hand lay on my chest and held me. I jerked in shock of the sudden touch. The hand felt warm and incredible smooth and slick, like no flesh and blood could. The hand rubbed my bare chest a little, so I could feel the vinyl glove. I trashed in the bonds, fought the mysterious kidnapper, who just kept fondling me. I could feel a second hand join the first. Whoever was this stood behind me and explored my body lovingly. "Gnnfffkkk offgggmmme!" I yelled into the silken ball in my mouth. The only response was a warm, vinyl clad body pressing into my back. My head was pressed against someone´s belly, while the hands twitched my nipples. My angry cries grew louder as I furiously fought against my bonds. And then suddenly the hands were gone. I could hear the other move around me, felt the air of my captor´s move. And then without warning a gloved hand seized my limp cock. "Gnnnh" the sound escaped me before I had a chance to cut it off, the surprised pleasure as the incredibly smooth glove touched my sensitive skin, mixed with the angry shock. And then the hand rubbed, rubbed my cock up and down, no matter how much I fought and kicked. I felt my face get how as the treacherous little guy grew from the fondlling. Once more the mysterious kidnapper stopped. I waited, tried to listen, get a guess what was coming. Warm lips touched the head of my cock, before a warm, wet mouth engulfed my semi erect pride. An unwanted moan from me seemed to encourage my kidnapper to forcibly pleasure me even more. The mouth slid down and a tongue rubbed and tickled my flesh, made me moan and pant, as I grew fully hard. I tried to fight it and lost. Soon I moaned like a whore and pushed my hard prick upwards into the hungry mouth. "Oh yessss" A voice moaned. A man´s voice. I froze. Somehow I had assumed a woman...the vinyl, the fondling and the blowjob. Reality hit me hard in the guts as I bucked up in disgust about the thought of a man...licking me there. And as I struggled with all I had he continued and moaned even louder "Oh god yesss!" and sucked my hard cock completely into his throat. I cried in despair...when a cloth was forced on my face once more. The drugging fumes hit my nose. It was a similar smell like the first time, but I also recognized something different. My body started to feel numb, except for my cock. With each breath I was forced to suck in through the cloth I drifted away, but my cock seemed to get more sensitive from this. A soft, pleasant shiver ran through my drugged body. I was horny...so horny. The feeling of the man licking my cock was the last thing I felt as darkness swallowed me. With a groan I woke up once again. I could see a dim light. I blinked. I felt different. And as I took a deep breath I knew why. Latex sucked against my face as I breathed and a vent opened as I breathed out. I saw a ceiling through the holes of a latex gasmask. "Gnnn?" I moaned and looked down. My body was no langer naked, but bound once more. Red vinyl pants hugged my legs and crotch like a glove and I caught a glimplse of some black and shiny shirt from a different fetish shirt. My whole body was secured with black, soft leather straps. Though as I looked around a young man came into view. He was young, perhaps 20 or so. Blond hair, blue eyes and a slender, yet sporty guy. He smiled at me. "Hey my tasty cock...slept well?" he mocked me and ran a hand over my crotch. He was clad in black vinyl, a full suit, with gloves and boots. I noticed a hard, throbbing bulge in the suit and with a faint cry I struggled and tried to wiggle away from him. I almost fell of the couch as I did that, I obviously lay over the corner of an L shaped leather couch. My kidnapper hurried to catch me and his hands held me securely. "Who...so lively already. Maybe we can get to the next round then." he said and I protested into the gag still in my mouth and shook my head. He just rubbed his crotch bulge and knelt in front of me. I did not see from where the hand came, but someone else was here, as I got a filter attached to the mask. The smell of the knockout drug teased my sensed, this time the scent of the other thing was stronger, though. "Nnmmmmm" I yelled, but a moment later started to feel weak. My limbs felt so heavy in the bonds, while in my belly a warm tickling started. I moaned, while my senses faded slowly. I got aroused, these guys drugged me with some aphrodisiac to rape me while asleep. But I did not loose consciousness...damn them. The invisible second kidnapper rubbed my shoulders and arms, but the blonde rubbed me back into erection. "You taste so good...I want another load from you" he purred, looking deep into my dazed eyes as he pulled the vinyl down and though my legs got freed I was too groggy to fight. Drugged to be totally helpless I watched in hateful bliss how the young man licked my hard cock and closed his eyes with joy. He moaned, his mouth vibrating around my cock, sending dirty pleasure into me. His partner kneaded my shoulders, not willing to interfere with the oral rape. Drugged fumes let my hips raise to meet his lips...or was that just me? I didn´t know and didn´t care anymore. I closed my eyes, too and let him rape me and loved it. I hated myself but it was the hottest blowjob in my life. The climax almost knocked me out as I spurted into his mouth and felt how he lapped everything up. Then a tall, blond woman stepped in front of me. My half closed eyes noticed the curvy figure in a latex catsuit as she kissed the boy and licked my cum from his lips. "Hmmm we keep this one a while?" she asked...and her boyfriend nodded. That was when she took a spray bottle and wet the filter once more, to send me to dreamland again...and I dreamed of two bodies rubbing against me as they made love on my sleeping form.

One of my fuck buddies suggested one day that I consider doing a little part time hooking on the side, easy money. He was in the game, and his John’s occasionally asked him to bring in others guys for group scenes. I was already positive and the idea appealed to my inner cum whore fantasy. I could see what it was like. And if I liked it, I could take it up as a hobby or something. The fated evening arrived, and I went through the motions of cleaning out, picking out a cock ring, and leather arm band. It was February and the weather was cold. I dressed in a military trench and leather boots but otherwise Buck naked. Arriving at the John’s upscale apartment, I entered the room where my friend was already waiting. We made small talk, and waited for another guy to join us. And boy, when he entered the room, did my Mood change. Hot, muscular, Latin, swarthy. Colombian. Eduardo. And when the clothes came off, the biggest, thickest cock I had seen, perhaps ever. 9” x 7”. The rest of the evening was a blur, as we went through the motions of pleasing the John, but my arousal was all about this hot hung stud. The attraction was mutual, and he kept brushing that meaty dick up against my ass. I had to have it. The scene came to its conclusion, and us boys dressed and exited the apartment. I told Eduardo to follow me in his car. Moments later we were rolling around in my bed, sixty-nine-ing, and then him rimming my ass. That was it. Time to fuck baby. Time to be bred by this stud. Neither of us reached for a condom (I don’t like em). Eduardo asked if I had poppers, and after loading up, I straddled my stallion. This huge cock eased into my hungry ass, until fully in. He kept saying how tight I was. The perfect fit. I couldn’t believe it, an hour ago we were meeting for the first time, and now here I was plugged with the hottest raw cock I had ever seen. I wanted him to breed and seed me, and make me one of his boys. And Eduardo was happy to oblige. We rutted like wild animals, his dick pumping load after load out of me, whilst he emptied his balls deep in my ass. His DNA mark was now part me, and I would always belong to him. After a while we lay quietly, his semi hard dick still buried up my ass. We were a perfect a match. The raw sex we both had wanted, the breeding and seeding so intense, and primal. I wondered if my positive status would surprise him? Time to come clean. ‘I’m positive’ I whispered. He hugged me tighter, ‘I’m positive too’ he said. I could feel his dick getting harder inside me, and this time the breeding was more urgent, his need to poz his boy, my need for his poz seed reloading my hole. His hole. Eduardo has been my alpha for quite a while now. I’m one of his boys. It turns me on thinking of the other guys out there getting railed by this poz daddy. Sometimes he brings me a playmate, another hung poz top he knows in the biz. He proudly watches me taking their poz loads. Other times we hunt him a hungry bottom, knowing that when they see his huge dick, there lust will drive them to be bred and seeded, just as I had. We’re a perfect match.

Also gloves have one benefit. If the tops nail game ain't on point. Gloves can mitigate sharp feeling or tearing.

I love getting scull fucked and taking it all the way down my throat so I can lick his balls . If my throat doesn’t hurt after I didn’t do him well enough

Definitely 2-3 times a day otherwise I'm not able to focus at work. I just hate throwing away charged cum.

I've done it dozen or more times in my lifetime. Many years ago, the rest stops along the interstate road system was a good place to find a trucker in the rest room and then go back to his truck to suck him off or let him fuck me. Rest stops have mostly disappeared these days. And the remaining ones have been redesigned to make hookups not very easy. The big commercial truck stops try to keep the "lot lizards" off the property, to keep the prostitutes from bothering the truckers trying to sleep. But, with phone apps like Grindr and Growlr, I'll occasionally get hit on by a trucker spending the night at a truck stop. My favorite trucker experience was a few years ago when I met a trucker on Grindr that wanted to fuck. He told me where he was parked and told me that I could park my car directly in front of his 18 wheeler. I found his truck, parked and as I got out of my car, he pushed the driver's side door open to his cab. I climbed up into his truck cab and he was now behind the curtain in the sleeper section. He was pulling his shirt and pants off as he told me to lock the door and come back into the sleeper. I stepped in and he pulled the curtain behind me. It was now pretty dark, but I quickly undressed and then climbed onto the sleeping platform where he was stretched out naked. I sucked his cock until he was hard, then he told me to knee with my ass up. He poured some lube on my hole and slapped his big cock on my slick hole. He then slammed up into me in one quick thrust. He was all business and immediately began to slam and pump his cock into me. He fucked me for close to 20 minutes, before he finally unloaded in my ass. Once he came, I climbed off the bed and began to dress. I left through the same door that I came up in and I saw him push the door lock and close the curtain behind him. I'm sure he was heading to sleep for a few hours before he hit the road in the morning. As I began to unlock my car, I saw another trucker flash his parking lights a few times. I looked over in his direction, about 30 feet across the parking lot. I knew what flashing lights meant. So, I got in my car, turned it on and flashed my parking lights at him. He flashed back. So I pulled my car over to his truck and parked it in front of his. As I got out of my car, I could see him turn on a small light in his sleeper. I climbed up and opened his door and climbed all the way into his cab. He was sitting on his matress and kicking off his shoes. I locked the door and climbed back into the sleeper. I could finally see him. He was a nice looking guy in his late 30's. He chuckled as I pulled the drapes closed to his sleeper. "It's so dark out, that I couldn't tell if you were male or female when I saw you climbing out of that other guys cab? But, it was obvious you were there for sex. Hell, at this time of night, it doesn't matter one way or the other", he laughed. He had stripped out of his clothes and was sitting on the edge of the mattress, naked and looking very hot. I quickly stripped and dropped to my knees. He was still soft, but my mouth brought his 7" cock to full hardness in several minutes. Once he was fully hard, I moved down to his balls and sucked on them. Then lifted his knees to his chest and ate his musky tasting, hairy asshole. "Damn! That's what I like about you fags. You're all so nasty!" he chuckled. He groaned as I ate his hairy hole. I sucked his rock hard cock again and he sat up again. This time, leaning over and rubbing my asshole with his finger. Great, he was ready to fuck. I stood up and asked if he had lube. The answer was no. But, I had a small bottle in my pocket. I pulled it out and then knelt on the edge of his mattress as I lubed my ass a bit. I knew my hole should still be slick with the first guys lube and cum. This guy stood behind me and easily slid up into me. He really fucked hard and deep. He finally put one of his legs up on the bed, so he could ram into me from an angle. Giving himself some added friction. Finally, as he again stood directly behind me, he stood behind me and pulled my legs up so I could wrap my ankles around his neck. He grabbed me tightly around my thighs and slammed deep into me. Only about 5 minutes of fucking was all it took before he softly groaned, arched his back and unloaded inside me. He seemed to be coming and coming and coming. He must have had a several day load to unload. I milked his cock with my ass as he filled me. Then I quickly dressed and left him to drift off to sleep. No words were needed or exchanged. We both got what we needed. To me, there's nothing so hot as getting a str8 trucker off. Truckers are getting rarer and rarer to find. But, they're always worth taking the chance.

From your description, it sounds like you may have gotten strep throat. If that's the case, the bacteria may have been present before your bathhouse visit and the face fucking allowed the infection to take hold. More likely, the bacteria may have been passed by one of the cocks you had lodged in your throat. (One of the potential dangers of bathhouses is that you never know how many mouths or asses a cock has been in before it enters yours. Bacteria can spread to multiple people without anyone knowing.) If you want to reduce the risk of infections in the future, your could try gargling with a mouthwash that says it kills bacteria after you play. (Other things some people use are salt water rinses, apple cider vinegar, and cask-strength vodka. All those change the Ph of the throat to make it an unfriendly environment for bacteria. The alcohol in vodka also can kill off some of the bacteria if it's in contact long enough.) To soothe a sore throat, gargling with salt water or drinking tea with honey and/or lemon may help. And of course, if you suspect an STI or other infection, going to the doctor for antibiotics is the best option.

CHAPTER 14 I went back to my bed and sat down for a few minutes rehashing what I had done so far since arriving here. My head was spinning. Soon enough I snapped out of my trance, straightened my bed, retrieved my towel and key, and went off to take a shower. It was a shower I needed I thought not realizing that by doing so I was also advertising myself. I returned to my room stopping by Ian's room only to hear that he obviously was occupied. From my walk through the hall, I came to realize there were several modes of advertising what one was seeking and on reaching my room I began in earnest to put into multiple practice what I had just learned in the past few hours. I was determined to become an expert. When I was satisfied with my room, I once more made a walk to the shower room, used a urinal, and made a slow walk back through the full length of the hall from one end to the other finally arriving at my room. I unlocked the door pushing it wide open. I snapped off the overhead light and walked to the desk lamp. I covered the shade with a t-shirt which I pinned on the top of it and clicked on the lamp. The room was dimly lit by the desk lamp behind me and the bed was flooded with light coming from the hall. I climbed onto the bed naked and lay face down with my legs spread and flexed. I waited no more than five minutes. A young guy probably in his thirties from what I could tell had stopped on the opposite side of the hall so that he could be seen in the hallway light. He began rubbing the front of his towel causing his cock to rise up. I moved my hips enough on the bed that they could be seen moving. I made a last invitation to him. I rose up leaning on my left arm reaching behind me with my right hand and shoved a finger in my ass pumping my ass with this finger. After fucking myself a few times, I withdrew my finger, sucked it clean, and once again lay down flat. This new man now moved across the hall into my room shutting the door behind him. He walked to the bed in the dim lighting removing his towel as he approached. His now swollen cock bobbed as he made the last few steps to the bed. I was now face down as flat on the bed as I could get. I bent my knees as far as I could spreading my ass wide and finally hooking the tops of my feet at the edge of the bed. I waited. The bed began to move slightly as he climbed up onto it. As he did so, I adjusted myself so that I ended up in doggie position in front of him. He made his final adjustment grasping lightly my hip as I felt the tip of his cock line up to my hole. It was a little high but I figured he'd work that out which he did. We were good to go . . . and we did. I was awake until after seven the next morning when the last of my visitors left me. My first unknown visitor returned twice more during the night filling me with more copious amounts of his cum which I relished. I had also swallowed three cum loads during the night as that was all that those men wanted. Disappointment was what I felt but came to realize later at least I got their cum in me. What really mattered to me were my visitors who stopped by and fucked me leaving their own loads of cum deep in my ass. I collected cum in my ass from seven men that first night not counting Glen and my first visitor. None of the fucks were all that memorably super as Glen's and my first visitor. But they set in motion a string of events that would see me through the rest of my life. I had the seed sown--no pun intended--of becoming a cum addict. My swimming practice in a pool was done but not as extensively as I led my parents to believe. I made reference to swimming but included my ass in the commentary knowing how much swimming had taken place in there by all those billions if not trillions of whip-tailed DNA samples. When I did take to the pool, I forced myself to concentrate on actually swimming for competition. But, by and large the vast majority of the swimming related to all the sperm I took in me. I called Glen again early Saturday afternoon to see if we could have a rematch. We did. He gave me three grand deposits as he had before. He added a fourth unexpected load of cum when he asked about my night and morning which I relayed to him providing him with as much detail as he wanted. I wanted to hold nothing back from him. Glen and I visited and fucked as often as possible through the years given my circumstances. It became easier when I left home for university as I would often return and spend my weekend with him and almost always with his beautiful cock shoved in my ass . . . or mouth on occasion. Glen introduced me to rimming as well as water sports. He told me that in everything I tried with him I definitely excelled and surpassed his expectations. All I know is he was an excellent teacher who never laid claim to exclusivity on me which I knew I could never give. I knew he would never ask for such exclusivity the weekend he mentioned having a three-way with a buddy of his which I easily and readily agreed to do. To say my first 3-way was a total success would be such an understatement. What was supposed to be a one time 3-way thought to last maybe an hour turned into just over three hours. Glen and Bob--his buddy--took turns fucking me while the other rested. The two of them had me spitted between them three times and filled my ass each time. I still have fond memories of that particular weekend. As for my stay at the Y, that first weekend also holds fond memories for me. All toll, I swallowed at least a dozen cum loads during that weekend and sucked at least that many cocks with no cum. From the note hand records that I made weeks later, I got fucked by 21 different men excluding Glen and my first visitor that weekend. Of the 21 men, 9 of them fucked me twice. The word had spread up and down the hall, and I was definitely a hit even with some bottoms who fucked me which I took as a huge compliment. Twice in the shower and three times in the hall I was unceremoniously surrounded by several men, forced to bend over, and was fucked in full view of every man in the shower or hall. I had no inhibitions by the time I left the Y on Sunday. Through the years I returned to the Y meeting up with a few of the men from my first weekend who remembered me and willingly spread the word about my being a cum slut. I was so proud each time I was informed that some man knew all about me. To be fair, I found that the more I got fucked and filled with cum my own cock and balls began to grouse at being left out. Yet, they did nothing on their own but remind me they were still attached. So, to help myself as well as to repay kindnesses shown to me, I would every five or six hours find a willing bottom including Ian to be sure and blow my own ball contents into a willing hole. Willy and the twins were ever so grateful but this only resulted in my ass screaming at me to get it back in the game which I always did.

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.

Chapter 1: On Boarding I moved to Vermont because I needed something different, something slower. Brooklyn will always be a part of me, but I grew tired of the pace at which life moves in the city. And COVID affirmed my decision--everything I loved about living in New York City was now off limits, and the quality of life wasn't worth it if I couldn't enjoy the museums, restaurants, bars, etc. So I took a job teaching science at a local high school in Vermont. I knew it was going to be a totally different experience than teaching high school in Brooklyn, but I couldn't imagine just how different my life would be. Dating in Brooklyn was easy for me. I acknowledge my good looks, and I know how to leverage my smile to sink my 8 inch cock into almost any pussy I set my eyes on. I am 6'1", with short, sandy blond hair that is parted to the right side, green eyes, a long face with some light, blond stubble. The power of my grin made navigating through world much easier, and my love for swimming only added to my ease in that my body is nicely sculpted. I'm not a not a juice head with layers of muscle, I'm toned, tall, and svelte. At the beginning of my career, I quickly made the connection that having an aesthetic made my life easier when dealing with teenagers, so I am usually in black or gray fitted pants with a fitted henley that hints at my toned body. And of course, my signature: round tortoise shell glasses. My male students wanted to be me, and my female students wanted to fuck me, and in truth, I loved having that effect. I arrived in Burlington a couple days before inservice to get my new life together. I was lucky to find a one bedroom apartment in downtown Burlington. Like so many New England apartments, it was an old home that was converted into different apartments over the years. The layout was a bit strange, but the original wood floors, large trim, and old white enamel cabinets in the kitchen gave the space charm. I'm a science teacher, so obviously I scattered houseplants throughout the apartment--the place felt fresh. That first morning I stopped in the coffee shop below my apartment, and walked along Lake Champlain. I was loving my new life. I made the right decision. On my second day in Burlington, I arrived late to my inservice. I thought thought I was supposed to go to the high school, but I was actually supposed to report to HR for the on-boarding process. As I walked into the district office, I was frazzled, and the woman at the front desk looked up from her computer, "New hire?" "Yes. I'm sorry I'm late." I raised my eyebrows and grinned. I forgot she couldn't see my smile through my mask. In a dry, unimpressed tone, she said, "Come with me." She led me to a conference room where there were 4 people sitting at one side of a long table watching a screen 6 feet apart. I quickly grabbed a seat so as to not disturb everyone. Because we were six feet apart, nobody had masks on, so I took mine off. The guy sitting one chair away, glanced over as I took of my mask. From six feet away, I did my best to whisper to the guy, "Did I miss anything important?" "Not unless your particularly interested in blood born pathogens." He raised one eyebrow, and gave a quick smile. "I'm Chase," he said. "Lucas. Nice to meet you, and thanks for filling me in." "No problem," replied Chase. "You actually arrived just in time. I think we get a small break after this is over," he said pointing to screen which was now showing spilled blood on a classroom floor. "Excellent," I said, and flashed him a grin. Chase gave me a warm smile, and I noticed he took a little longer to take in my face. I didn't think anything of the extra moment. I just assumed that I'm in a small city in Vermont, and this is how people act--like humans rather than competition or a possibility to network or sell something. After the video ended, Chase stood up, threw his arms over his head and stretched. That's when I noticed how big this guy was. I was tall, but Chase was at least 6'4", and he was seriously. He had a dark, almost black hair that was coiffed like Clark Kent, in fact, he gave off Henry Cavill vibes. I was sitting down, and when he threw his hands over his head, his white short sleeved button down shirt came up enough to see that he had a treasure trail over his muscled stomach. I wasn't intentionally looking. His abs were just in my line of vision, but he happened to see me noticing his abs. He looked down, smiled, and winked. I blushed a little, and looked down at the HR paper work in front of me. I really wasn't gay. I was honestly just admiring how fit he was. There was nothing sexual about it, and I was hoping he understood that, and that wink was him just giving me a hard time. The rest of the morning was pretty standard: direct deposit, health care, contract, blah, blah, blah. After they released us, I got up, looked at Chase, and said, "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure all be seeing you around." "Definitely. Enjoy the rest of your day." I put on my mask and walked toward the bathroom. As I was peeing, I heard the door open behind me. A few seconds later Chase stepped up to the urinal beside me. "Well, this is awkward. We just said goodbye, and yet here we are peeing next to each other." I laughed through my mask. "Well, we won't have to endure the awkwardness much longer. I'm almost done here." "Oh, damn," he said, and appeared to make a gesture to crane his neck and take a look at my dick. Was this guy coming on to me? He did not seem like a gay dude. In fact, he seemed very straight. I gave an awkward laugh, shook my dick, stuffed it back in my pants, and turned to wash my hands. "I'm new to Burlington," said Chase. "You know any good spots to grab a drink?" "I don't. I'm also new to town." From the mirror I could see Chase zip up, and join me at the next sink. "Oh. Well, do you have any plans after this? It would be great to not look pathetic sitting outside on a patio by myself." I smiled. "Yeah, I know the feeling. I'd be down to grab a drink. I've been busy putting my apartment together, so I haven't had a chance to scope out the bars yet, but I live right there." "Let's do some research on the way," said Chase as he dried off his hands. "I'm actually on my bicycle, so why don't you text me your location, and I'll meet you there?" We exchanged numbers, which I had never done in a men's bathroom before, but, again, I chalked this up to the friendly atmosphere Burlington put off, and the fact that neither of us had any friends in the area. As I rode toward my apartment, I quickly noticed the temperature rose considerably since my bike ride that morning. By the time I got to my apartment to drop off my bag, I was dripping with sweat. Did I have time to take a quick shower? I checked my phone to see if Chase had found a spot. Chase: I went to a couple of bars, and they're booked solid. It's so nice today, that everyone and their brother is out. Lucas: Damn. Let's plan for tomorrow, then. Chase: Didn't you say you live down here? I could pick some local beer, and we could turn your place into a bar. 🙂 Okay, this dude was clearly bored and lonely. But it's not as though I had anything else to do... Lucas: Sure. My bike ride over here was hot and sweaty, so I'm going to jump in shower. The address is 184 Main Street. It's the glass door to side of Muddy Waters. The code is 1616#. I'm apartment 2. I'll be quick about my shower, but I'll leave the door unlocked just in case you get here before I'm out. Chase: Perfect.

I have only been fucked a handful of times and all were safe with a condom until last Saturday. I went drinking with some buds and ended up stopping at a bar I had never been to before and it turned out there was a very mixed with most being gay and some straight couples. I was nervous but sat at the bar and a good looking tall blonde came over and sat next to me and chatting me up. We talked sports and shit and then he put his hand on my leg. Bolts when through me as he kept talking line nothing was happening and my dick was getting hard. We ended up back as his place and make out and soon we were naked and I was sucking his big thick 8 inch cock and he was playing with my hole. He flipped me up on the sofa and began to eat my hole and I went crazy moaning. First time for that, it was amazing. He tongued my hole and then put his hand over my mouth and lined up his dick to my hole and slowly pushed in. I thought about telling him to put on a condom but in the moment I was load in pain and pleasure and soon he shoved his dick in me and came hard. He kept his dick in me and pulled his hand away and told me how hot that was. Then he pulled out and said you better go, my boy friend will be back soon and this would not go over well. Hot ass by the way, you are fucking tight. I would hit that again, He handed me a pen an paper and said give me your number and I wrote it down and then he walked me to the door and told me he would be in touch. Only text, never call. I have been a wreck all week thinking about him and his big dick but especially taking his load. I should not have done that. He text me today and he wants me to come over on Thursday night at 6. I told him I would check with my wife but I am not sure I should go. I am rock hard wanting to but supper conflicted.

Oh yeah. I like Pigboy Ruben a lot. his name is pretty fitting

I'm a fisting top and versa-top for piss. Mostly like piss on my tits/nipples and body. I have piss fucked one of my fisting hook ups. We planned to do it before we met so I hydrated beforehand and on my way to his hotel room. I wasn't hurting to piss but had the feelings of "eventually you have to go" type when I arrived. I particularly like rimming ass prior to fisting along with fucking and cumming up ass beforehand. Fucking adds additional natural lube from me and it gets me more focused in on the fisting aspect since I've already bred the bottoms ass. So I arrived and got naked to him already being naked. And after rimming him a bunch, I began fucking him and then slowed down while still hard in his ass. I relaxed some and concentrated on the piss feelings and let loose into his ass. It felt really good to just be kneeling on a bed balls deep in man hole and letting my piss just flow. Eventually I finished and pulled the towel up from below and told him that I was going to pull out. He clenched down as I pulled out and then he rolled off the bed to get to the bathroom to expell my piss. He said that he enjoyed the actual feeling of all the body temperature fluid entering his ass . After finishing up he lubed his ass back up, sucked me hard again and I finished my fucking him with cumming up his ass. ONLY THEN was it time for fisting his experienced man hole! [I've also self administered piss enemas on my own hole but that doesn't count.]

I've just had a PREP discussion with my female wife. She already knew that I barebacked with men for years prior to covid shutdowns. She's allowed me my friends with benefits as I allow her for hetro men to fuck her but she's really not a player in that arena now. [We don't have any intercourse sex anymore other than me regularly eating her ass out (higher risk) and occasionally (like 1-2 times a year) eating her pussy when I'm feeling particularly amorous for her and she's shaved bare. She doesn't and has never liked male cum.] HISTORY-At one recent past annual physical, with her sitting in on my results, i asked if I should get on PREP, both she and my general practioner doctor kind of laughed it off. But recently in private i explained that I want to be on or get on PREP if possible once the covid situation sorts out so I can bareback without worrying about HIV. I have a medical regular medication regime for some heart related medicine that I have to take so taking PREP regularly wouldn't be an issue. She was very amenable to me exploring the opportunity to get on PREP if I can. Its definitely progress with the subject.

very horny and sexy. direct and to the point.

02 I arrived at the hotel, and there was the Asian guy waiting for me outside smoking a cigarette. “Hey, I am Peter.” Peter was very tall, about 6’1, mid 30, had a very nice swimmers body. He was wearing a suit but I could tell by his silhouette and posture. I haven’t slept with a hot asian guy for so long, I almost got too excited. He made me feel like a little girl. He had that confidence I love. “My friend is a bit older. But I guess you don’t mind that. You told me you were more into older White men.” He said. “Wait, when did I tell you that?” I asked. “This was my third time messaging you. You declined my last 2 offers.” I did’t remember him because he had no face pics on his Grindr profile and I had deleted his messages. What an idiot was I to miss this hot guy! But it all really worked out in our both favors in the end. We were about to have a 3-some instead, and this was going to be my first time trying Tina as well. I got so hard thinking about it while we were in the elevator. As we got to the room, a tall White daddy greeted me. “Hey, how are you? I am Matt.” Matt was about the same height as Peter, about 6’1, mid 50, salt and pepper hair, green eyes. His face looked a little angry which totally turned me on. He had a broad shoulder, little bit of belly, and fit slender body. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some wine?” “Sure.” Matt poured some wine and offered it to me. I was so horny. I was ready to jump in and start sucking their dicks, but they were very relaxed and chill, so I couldn’t really do that in that atmosphere. Matt was visiting from NYC and they actually haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. They had some catching up to do. They chatted about 15 mins while I finished my wine. “So, you said this is your first time? Are you sure you want to do this?” Matt asked me. “Yes. How are we doing it? Smoke? Slam? or bootybump?” I replied. “Haha, you already know a lot about it, I don’t think this is your first time!” Matt laughed. “Peter, can you show this kid how to smoke pipe while I set this up?” Matt pointed to a bag on the desk. “Sure. Come here, kiddo.” He gestured me to follow him. Peter pulled out a small bag filled with white shards, a pipe and a lighter. He dropped a few shards in the pipe and then started to light. “You don’t want the lighter to be too close, you will burn it and ruin it. That’s not good. Watch this.” A white smoke started to form in the pipe, and then he put the pipe between my lips. “Suck on it, very slowly and steady as much as you can, and then hold it as long as you can before you exhale.” I followed his exact instruction. And I had hold it for about a minute. “Oh, wow Kiddo, you can hold it a lot! Good job! Now, do it again, you do it yourself this time” Peter handed me the pipe. I was very careful trying not burn it. And then I started to suck again. Slow and steady. I held even bigger hit this time. I finally understood why they call it ‘Cloud’. That’s when I started to feel something. A sensation, that’s waking up every cell in my body, an energy flow that streams and circles in my body. My body started to feel tingling sensation, it was very warm and calm as well. At the same time, I felt free. I was free from all the conditions that made me conscious about myself. I was free from my own mind. I felt sexy and confident. And then this big wave of extreme horniness, a crave to suck a dick overtook my entire brain and my body. I had never felt that horny in my life. There was only one thing I could ask. “Can I please suck you dick, Peter? Please?” I said as I undressed.

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.

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.

a little honey and hot herbal tea small price to pay for an Alpha's pleausre

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Started to get fucked and got it started two different occasions. The time I got it started was when hanging with a former FB (were still friends today just not FB anymore), we were supposed to be fucking but his gurl kept callin and kept on arguing on the phone and I was getting pissy, and was bout to leave, but thought I would try sumthing. I kept rubbing his pants and eventually pulled out his dyck (he had been pushing my hand away at first), and just started sucking the shit outta his dyck, obliviously the phone call ended shortly after. lol The time It was started on me was when I was on a early morning conference call with work. Top I was seeing was pissed I had to take the call and not happy about it and he was being a asshole and kept calling me back to bed cause he wanted to get his balls drained before work. I kept having to mute the phone, cause he was loud, but I was also answering questions on the call. I even reminded him I was on the phone, and he reminded me he didn't give a fuck. I was talking on the phone, I did notice he was talking anymore but didn't even hear him come in the room. Lucky was listening to a co worker, as he startled when he gripped my hips, pulled down my shorts and slid in wit only spit on his dyck. Made sure I had that shit on mute, Iuckily I only had to give a yes or no and the call ended shortly after, he was already beating my hole up so nothing really changed except I could be louder. A female friend at the time was on the call and asked me later what was wrong with me, I thought I put the phone on mute in time, but I didn't and made a audible moan when daddy slide in me. lol

could always use a vpn and spoof your ip address. its what i did in highschool to get around the 'morality filter'. i used tor. had it installed on a jump drive and id use the school computers to get on social media or play games

With private play raw only but in public where anyone can fist me glove please.

Definitely an ick factor for my fetish...cockcheese/smegma

I’ve been to Toyko regularly, some guys wear masks and some don’t but it seems business as usual. Only been to Southern Nights a couple times and similar there. Also been going to Xion after hours club at BJ’s on Saturday’s (3am-7am) and hardly anyone wearing masks. Anyway I’ve been getting fucked a lot at all places! I’d be happy to go with you guys sometime. Hit me up here or on BBRT (boybottom4use). Total bottom cumdump slut here.

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I use to always feel my ex When he came inside no matter what position. I would always wait till I felt that juice squirt inside me and jerk thinking it was a different dude loading me up. Funny now I have had multiple dudes but doesn’t feel the same way my ex’s cock felt Busting inside me. Sometimes I feel it but not always. That’s what I miss the most about my ex.

Married and off and on PrEP. The hardest part is her not finding out through our insurance reports. I get it through Nurx and have to get it delivered to work because they use FedEx and requires a signature. I did get a 9 month supply of generic PrEP one time through an online pharmacy. That worked out pretty well.

I have once, a rest stop near Kansas City. Wasn't really planning on it but the man saw me in the rest room and invited me back to his truck. Once he showed me his thick cock there was no way I wasn't going with him. Ended up bent over his rack getting pounded until he flooded my ass with a huge load. After cleaning him up he showed me the door and I went on my way like a good bottom!

I still wank off to this post, years later...awesome, reminds me of my trips to Gran Canaria club darkrooms.,

Would love to organize a sex party/orgy where it is understood that the action is being recorded with the express purpose of dissemination of the images and videos. The necessary releases for public display and hold-harmless would of course need to be signed beforehand. All bareback and all sleezy - posted to a site dedicated to organizing such parties in other cities and countries. Many bathhouses and clubs may very well close permanently. We need to explore other options for cummunial fun and fraternity.

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Next, it was time to slide my cock into my waiting palm, both cock and palm cocooned inside the wreckage of Jake. I wanked myself slowly, gently and used my hand to push my cock head upwards so that I could trace the outline of my PA on the outside of Jake with my other hand in a way that hadn't been possible before. Full blown guy watched me, holding Jake's legs up and milking his own death dick before getting closer to the action, pushing down harder on Jake's stomach and increasing the pressure on my cock inside. The kid had come round a little and was watching the movements inside himself from his position on his back. He would wince when Full Blown guy pushed down really hard but other than that he didn't seem to be in any pain. I took my time but never my hand out of Jake. In ten minutes time I knew exactly where the boundaries of his interior were, which was basically a lot further than most human cocks could reach. I alternated between stretching those boundaries further and massaging my meat, with Full Blown Guy seeking out my hand and cock from the outside of Jake. Finally, I knew it was time and I wrapped my palm around my cock as it ejected its latest package of superior DNA. Once I was spent, I used my upturned palm to massage the seed into the walls of little Jake's insides, taking care to push it deep into him before finally pulling out my bloodied hand. I'd barely taken a step back before Full Blown Guy was back inside Jake, his 8'' cock sliding back in, barely touching the sides of Jake's entrance. This time he settled onto Jake, his face right next to Jake's, who was still awake and aware of what was happening. He was nuzzling the kid, whispering into his ear and biting the lobe as well as his neck itself. "Good boy, wrap my dirty AIDS cock in your guts, caress it, show it that you want it to dose you up with its bile. Your weak little body is easy meat for me" Jake's eye's showed a mix of fear and passion as Full Blown Guy showed tremendous flexibility in his groin, working it to pump himself in and out without removing his body much from Jake's. This was a fuck from his hips, which were rotating like a cam to give his cock as much movement as most guys get from a violent slamming action. "you love this don't you?" Jake's eyes showed agreement as FBG continued his easy rotations. "I feel your clit is hard under me...you gonna squirt it for me?" His speed increased and I could see Jake was trembling, "That's it boy, let that useless cum go...I feel your little squirts" Jake sank back, his body un-tensing as FBG picked up his pace further, now slamming backwards and forwards as well as rotating himself into Jake, rolling the kid up under him. I saw, again, the pulses under his skin as his thin body ejected its awesome load into Jake's hollowed out breeding pit of a body. he let out a big sigh and backed out of Jake, his cock accompanied by a lot of slick, bloody material. He wiped his cock clean on Jake's dirty blond hair and began to dress. "Good fuck, he'll convert for sure" "yeh, I reckon" "You having another go?" he asked. "I've got to run now, need some sleep before work" "Maybe", I responded...

Jakey was still sleeping when I got back but his profile was getting some serious attention on the hookup site. I recognised some of the interested parties and was quickly able to filter down "Jake's" responses and in no time at all had sorted some meets for him. About 8pm I woke Jake and fed him one my personal protein shakes as well as couple of other pick me ups. He was still struggling to fend of my strain but I think by then the battle was over (my DNA being the obvious victor) and his fever was relenting. I explained that one of my friends was coming over and a little after nine I let him in. Nathan was in his late 30s, about 6' and slim. He was dressed in a black hoodie and baggy Nike seat pants. "Hey man, you found us ok?" "Yep, sure, some old lady downstairs looked at me like I was about to rob her but I found it ok" This was great news for me. "Sorry about her, your typical old white lady" "Yeh. What's the deal with this bottom?" "I found him the other day, naive, neg, cute but kinda skinny. I fucked him a few times but he's desperate for a black guy. He loves been treated mean." "Neg. Cool. He know I'm poz?" "Nah. He's a bit simple. Thinks you might get him pregnant." "Lol. Dumb fucker. You watching?" I'd seen Nathan in action before. He has the only genuine 12''+ cock I've seen. No thicker than my own (especially not at the head) but noticeably longer. "Yeh. That ok?" "Sure, lead the way". I took him through to Jake's room where he was dozing on the bed. Nathan shucked off his trainers, hoodie, wife-beater and sweat pants to reveal a soft 8'' of uncut black meat. No ink or piercings on his smooth body but he had a nice natural aroma that told you he was definitely a top (in case you missed the horse cock between his legs). And that horse cock was currently being used to slap Jake around the face as Nathan dragged him to edge of the bed, priming him for a face fuck. The kid was barely awake before he was balls deep in his throat. he held there for a few seconds before thrusting quickly in and out. I was able to see that his cock was swelling a little on each outward stroke but as he was pretty thick to start with the surest way to see that he was getting fully hard was to watch the cock outline in Jake's throat. My weeks of use had clearly stretched him out and he was able to take Nathan for a time, right up until the black man's length surpassed my previous maximum depth. Nathan grunted in pleasure as Jake resisted his cock head and the kid whimpered in pain. I couldn't resist putting my palm round the kid's throat to feel the invader within, which caused Nathan to grunt even more and me to increase the pressure. "mmmm...squeeze it for me...you feel my cock in there?" "hell yeah...I feel you...squeeze you harder?" "yeh, go for it, feels great" I clenched my palm a little more, Jake's hands flailing at my arm and Nathan growled in pleasure. After a while, Jake's flailing grew weaker and pretty soon his arms dropped. I squeezed a little harder and I swear I could feel the veiny ridges of the big man's cock but I could also sense that Jake was on the point of collapse. Urged on by Nathan, I'm pretty sure I could have throttled the little runt with one hand had it not been for both our desires to see what fun he could have inside the kids guts....

I hauled my cock out of him and went off to fix myself some breakfast, bringing back some paracetamol for Jakey. He was dozing, so I slapped him round the face with my cock a little until he opened his mouth and then popped a couple of the tablets inside. I followed it up with a mouthful of morning piss and watched him gulp the whole lot down, like the best kind of nurse. He dozed a little more while I showered and then used his phone to create a profile for him on a kink profiles site, filling it out accurately apart from his status, which I marked as Neg. He came round a little when I re-entered the room. "What's wrong with me?" "My DNA is attacking your body, runt. I'm in you, killing you" He was agitated for a minute or two but calmed down as I cuddled him to me, compressing him in my embrace, reminding him that this was what he was designed for. His helplessness was a big turn on and I let my cock slip inside him for a long, gentle breeding session, during which Jake kept asking if he was pleasing me, being useful - the answers to which were a very clear yes. When i was done, I left him to sleep through his fever while I went for a run in the hot afternoon sun. On the way out of the building I ran into our elderly downstairs neighbour who asked after me and Jake. I told her that I'd seen him occasionally and that he seemed ok. In the park, I couldn't help getting a semi thinking about Jake. In my mind, my cum was eating him up from the inside, each load adding to the predator lurking inside him. I was on my second lap when I clocked a cute twink doing circuits in the opposite direction, slowing as he passed me to gawk at my swinging junk. On the third loop, I adjusted the mesh in my shorts so that my fat cock head and shiny PA were hanging out of the short leg, smirking as the kid almost tripped, such was the intensity of his focus on me. That kind of sealed it for him and I let him get a little distance away from me before changing direction to run after him. I think he may have heard me approaching when I was about three metres away, as his head turned slightly and I'm note exactly light-footed, but, by that time, it was way too late for him. 240lbs of me was bearing down on his small frame and I rugby tackled him from behind, driving us both into the grass, him breaking my fall. The park was mostly empty but I assume the people who were there, at least 50m distant, just thought we were mates playing around. I soon had my arm round his neck to suppress any thoughts of protest and we were agreeing that he definitely wanted fucking in a matter of seconds. I love the feel of Jake's small but loose cunt hole, which these days was beginning to look seriously pouty and ragged, but this arse felt amazing. The kid was either a top or his boyfriend was hung like a maggot, because he gripped my shaft like sandpaper as I forced my way up his shorts and then inside his body. "your cunt is amazing....gonna breed you so good". I don't know what he said back as it was rather muffled but I quickly made myself at home inside him. I knew we didn't have long out there in the open even though from a distance we both appeared clothed, so I worked up to my orgasm quickly, noting that the kid had stopped struggling and was licking my palm as I held it over his mouth. "I knew you wanted this" "mmmmm" "feel me flex?" "mmmmm" "Next time you do, I'll be pumping my dirty load into you" "??" "my poz babies" Struggles...delicious struggles. Writhing on my cock. Massaging my fat bell end in new places. "gonna poz you" Surprisingly strong, this one. Almost throwing me off but quickly slammed down. "Here it comes" I'm flexing my cock, strong rhythmic squirts of my pure DNA flooding into his waiting chute, readily prepped by the rough breeding. As they begin to subside, he goes still, and then I feel him milking my softening cock, massaging the dregs out of me as his cock climaxes below us. I let him finish then spring up off him, tucking my cock back in my shorts and jogging away. Fifty metres away, I look back. He's sat up, fingering his puffy arsehole and putting his fingers to his mouth.

Over the next week, we settled into a nice routine. I'd fuck at least three loads into Jake each day and feed him two more as sustenance. He was responsible for drinking all my piss and cleaning my arse with his tongue, spending whole evenings under there. After that first day, he was nearly always keen for my fuck and I really don't think he was eating much other than my seed, although I did leave him for a few hours each day while I hit the weights in my apartment or went out for a jog. I made him keep on the shredded briefs he'd been wearing for that first fuck. He was losing even more condition, looking thinner than ever and it was no surprise when he became ill. I noticed it as I sunk into him balls deep after waking up hard, as usual. He felt warmer and less responsive than normal but no less pleasing to breed. As it dawned on me that my boy was now struggling in the fight with my DNA, I got hornier than ever and rode the little fuck extra hard,sparking weak protests from his aching body. My enjoyment easily outlasted his energy and he was like the figurative rag-doll beneath me by the time I finally dosed him up with more of my DNA.

It didn't take long for me to doze off but I was careful to shift most of my weight from Jake as I did, leaving just my thigh laid across his groin in a clear sign of ownership. He too drifted off and we both slept until morning. As the light woke me, it seemed that some of the intensity from last night seemed to have left but, we were both still naked in Jake's bed and I couldn't help but notice that the skinny little runt was humping my thigh in his half awake state. Cheeky little fuck! I lifted my arm and bent over Jakey, enveloping his face in my hairy pit, letting my scent cover him and fill his lungs. He was soon fully awake and relishing his position so I decided to move things on a little, pushing his head lower, towards my groin. He soon got the message and wasted no time in taking my whole soft cock into his mouth. My hands on the back of his head, I rolled us over, as my cock hardened, unrolling down his previously stretched throat. Slowly at first, a trickle of my rich man piss emerged into his throat, flowing on into his stomach. I piss like a bull in the morning and Jake clocked quickly what was happening despite not really tasting my waste. "You've had my protein, runt, time for a drink". Given our relative sizes it was inevitable that a full bladder would be a challenge for Jake and, indeed, looking behind me, I could see his normally concave tummy swelling up as I piss-impregnated him I kept going until I was done, and then spent a relaxed 30 minutes humping his throat to ease my overnight ball load out, this time dragging my cock head into his mouth to allow him the pleasure of tasting my alpha seed

As Cody leaned over a metal folding chair, I imagined how many dirty, gay daddies like me would pay money to be in this position. Maybe others will get a turn at this kid another time. Right now, it’s my time to own this kid, destroy his innocence, and remind him that I hold his dreams and his career in my hands. With Cody leaned over and staring at the floor, I slid one hand inside the back of his tiny white briefs and slid them down to the bottom of his muscular ass. He said nothing, but I thought I heard a slight grunt. I couldn’t help but to snap a couple of photos of this nearly naked country-boy hunk with my phone, using an angle that was sure to show the side of his face with his bare ass on display. That could be valuable down the road. With Cody’s face still faced toward the floor, I pulled a small container of lube from my pocket and greased up my right middle finger – the one with the jagged nail filed into a sharp point for occasions like this. “This might sting a little at first, but you’re going to feel better soon, I promise,” I said. With my left arm across the boy’s muscular back to hold him in place, I wasted no time sliding my finger and its jagged nail against Cody’s virgin neg hole and gently pushed inward. “Holy shit,” Cody mumbled. “Jesus, fuck. What the fuck, man?” Despite his meager vocal protests, he mostly didn’t move, aside from the flinch when my rough fingernail began to scrape the inside of his young, unprotected hole. I reached into my other pocket and brought out a tiny bottle of poppers I had bought just for this occasion. I reached around to Cody’s face with my free hand and ordered him to take a few sniffs from the bottle – he didn’t question me as he inhaled about four whiffs. “Fuck. Fuck. Goddam. Uhhh,” Cody said, his voice trailing off. I could tell that he was flying and under the spell of the poppers. Now was the time to get what I needed. I pulled my finger out of his virgin butt and briefly admired the bright red negative blood that had gathered under my pointed fingernail. Not wasting time, I slid my jeans and underwear down and lubed up my hard poison cock and aimed it toward Cody’s scraped and bloodied hole. My poz precum was already adding a layer of extra lube as I pressed my thick mushroom head into his virgin ass. “Oh my god, fuck, oh my god,” Cody mumbled. “Man, I can’t do this. I’m not gay, no way. Fuck.” Still, he didn’t resist, and aside from another slight flinch, he took my raw cock like the young alpha jock that he is. I don’t think he fully realized what was happening. Within seconds, my toxic dick was all the way inside this 19-year-old country boy god and spurting poison precum into his young unprotected hole with each thrust. “Cody, this is just another level of your training. I know you can handle this. You knew you’d have to make sacrifices,” I said, not sure if he even knew who I was or where he was under the influence of the poppers. “Fuck. But you … you’ll … help me, right?” he said between his low grunts. “I will, Cody. I’m here for you,” I said. “I want what’s best for you. We’re about to change your life.” Under my breath, I whispered, “I’m about to destroy you and give you AIDS, jock boy, but I can’t stop now.” I don’t think he heard me. Maybe he did. As I steadily pumped my dirty cock inside him, I really didn’t care. As he continued to moan quietly with every thrust inside his tight, tanned ass, I leaned down and bit into his smooth neck, determined to leave a mark that would further remind us both of my power and influence over this naïve country bumpkin. After a few seconds of hearing Cody’s heightened moans while I bit into his taut, sweaty flesh, I leaned back and saw that I’d broken the skin and drawn blood. I’m not one to waste an opportunity, so I pulled my cock all the way out of his hole and scooped up the mix of my poison poz precum and the blood from his hole. As I eased my dick back into his muscled body, I smeared my virus into the open wound on his neck, determined that he will leave this locker room with my disease one way or another. (This was a little trick I learned when Daddy pozzed me. When he fucked me, he pulled out a needle and jabbed two of my fingers with it, opening wounds that he immediately covered with his poz precum. Whether that was what got me, we’ll never know.) I knew my time with Cody was limited, and I feared he would come to his senses soon, so I worked quickly to seed his unprotected hole. I built up speed and felt my load brewing fast as I held onto his sweaty, muscled shoulders. “Here you go Cody, this is part of your sacrifice on your way to the big-time,” I said as I felt my thick, dirty jizz begin to shoot into the jock boy’s negative hole. My fingers dug into his firm shoulders as my poison erupted into his bare ass, pumping my killer virus (and Daddy’s) into this young, hunky, healthy straight kid. I’ve seeded a lot of young asses in my poz journey, but the feeling of shooting my deadly toxin into Cody was on a whole new level. It was intense. He moaned a bit but was mostly quiet. “Holy fuck, oh shit. Oh shit. Did you use a condom?” I think Cody was finally realizing what happened. “You have nothing to worry about,” I assured him. “I told you I’ll take care of you.”

Was a Urinal in Vegas at a guy's party. Had atleast 25 guys use my funnel to feed me their piss.

I had a pro job in American "health care" which I left at the end of 2018 after 18 months preparations. I now work in the sex industry as a rising porn star and all around promoter of male promiscuity. waking up everyday knowing my job is to arouse Lust in other males and train my body for sexual use when it's not being used is the greatest joy. So glad I did this.

Lately, I can't do it enough. I don't even call it rimming anymore. It's "Tongue Fucking". I'll try to open his hole as much as possible then shove my tongue in as deep as I can.

toxic cum leaking out!

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 went to a pretty big bareback sex party this winter. It was in 2-bedroom hotel suite, and at its full capacity, there were easily 50-60 guys in the place. Picture a living room full of bags and clothes, piles of fresh towels for the tops, and moaning coming from each corner of the room. I was one of the 'designated' bottoms - getting there early, helping set up and I could spend the night there. Not much sleep of course. Party started at 8 PM. At 3 AM I was still getting pounded as the place started to empty out. There were some slower moments throughout the night, but for the most part, it was non-stop fucking. It was still the sluttiest, most thrilling experience I had so far. If things go well, your hole is not sore, it's just really open, wet and sloppy - exactly how most tops liked it. I didn't count how many loads, but I remember at least twenty or so guys/faces fucking me. If the tops are taking turns and fucking hard, you lose track of time easily after 10 minutes. It's a very deep and raw feeling - almost animalistic. Hard to explain fully. Whoever is fucking you also doesn't matter anymore. You just feel the cocks, one after the other. Some guys told me that's why they like blindfolds - something I might try next time. You feel degraded, slutty, objectified and you accept that you're basically just two holes on all fours for the night. I've been telling a lot of guys, tops and bottoms, that being a bareback cum dump bottom is like climbing a sexual Everest. I think it's one of the most masculine / raw / sexual thing you can experience, despite whatever names some guys might call you (slut or boy).

I know I'm dating myself, but I'll vote for Al Parker. He was my dream man when I was coming out, and I felt his death in '92.