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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.

All I had to do now was wait. My name is Charlie and I've been chasing now for years ...just an itch I have to scratch... my wife has no idea. I'd had my flashes where men would make plans to meet me, but never show up. Perhaps it was being let down once to many, but for whatever reason I decided to take some drastic measures. I vowed that this month was going to be *the* month I got pozzed. It took some time but I dug deep into the dark web. One site led to another, led to another, led to a link and endless emails but I was assured that these people were real - and that once steps had been taken, there was no backing out. That was fine with me as, to be honest, I didn't care what the personal cost - this was happening. I was sick of not being HIV+. I took 2 weeks vacation from work and said I was going to Chicago. I told my wife I was going to New York. I even bought new cell phones and mailed them to P.O. Boxes in those cities so I'd show up on cell phone towers as being there. The people to whom I had been speaking called themselves, "Poz Incorporated". They insisted that all instructions be followed to the letter. As commanded, I flew to New Orleans and found a run down dive motel that had been condemned years ago.."The Moonlight". I opened the door to room #8, with only the clothes on my back. No cell phone. No money. They even insisted that I walk the 3 miles from the airport to the hotel. The room itself was lit by a single blue light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Continuing to follow instructions, on the nightstand next to the bed was a syringe with a little something in it. I injected it without question as it was part of the deal. Whatever happens, I was now in someone else's hands. That was the point. Within a few minutes I felt so groggy that I laid down on the bed, face up. The room was spinning as a blindfold was placed over my eyes. "You've followed all the instructions so far - and you're the first that has.." I heard a deep voice say as I felt my legs being opened and a firm hand grabbing my cock, stroking me slowly. "It's a nice cock, we're going to enjoy owning it..." He chuckled. "Here's how this works...." Another voice began. I felt a cock sliding into my ass smoothly. There was no pain at all. Without thought I pushed down on it and moaned loudly in pleasure. "There are 3 of us here - and tonight you're going to take all of us in both holes - and when we're done, we're blood slamming you. In the morning, you WILL be pozzed - that we promise." Another man slipped his hard cock into my mouth slowly as he stroked my now rock hard cock. "The price is your life. There is no going home for you. We're wiping you from everything electronic. You'll never see your wife and kids again." He slowly explained. The man in my ass picked up speed a little fucking me. "You're a worthless cock sucking faggot, and soon you'll have AIDS. You're going to fuck anyone we tell you to fuck - in any way we tell you. You'll take cock....you'll give cock. You're going to spread HIV for us, mostly to people that don't know you're poz." Someone stroked me faster. And hard. VERY hard. It may be the same man that was now sliding his cock into one of my hands. "You don't have a choice in all this...you gave that up by coming here." I nodded in response as the man in my mouth and throat fucked me hard. I felt my legs being spread wider as I was being fucked harder. Deeper. "You're going to go viral and stay that way - no meds." The man in my hand started using it hard and fast. "You have about 5 years to live - but every day you're going to either fuck or get fucked about 5 times. It's going to be a short ride, but you'll enjoy every second of it." He was throbbing...I could feel it. I'd never had a man cum inside of my ass before now...the man stroking me had me equally as close. I moaned loudly as I was seconds away from cumming hard. Harder than I ever have in my life. My cock was rock hard now...harder than I'd ever been for a woman. I slide up and down the shaft in my ass, fucking him aggressively as someone stroked my cock tightly. My body convulsed as I started to cum. With my hands I gripped the sheets tightly. I felt the man in my ass shove hard - all the way in. His cock was throbbing and I knew he was pumping me full of his delicious seed. "Take it, Bitch!" He screamed. "Take this poz load!" He remained there for a few more moments, before pulling out....I could feel my cum on my chest and even my cheek. I'd cum the hardest I ever had. The man in my hand pulled out and slide his cock into my asshole. I was properly lubed and took him with ease. I felt a pin prick on my free arm. "This is my blood, bitch. It's high viral. For every cum shot in you, you're going to get slammed." Whomever was stroking me didn't stop after I came. "There it is, bitch...the proof that you're a fucking AIDS chasing whore. That was a nice shot - but we're not stopping. Cum all you want, this is an all nighter." I felt the man in my ass lean forward, and he put his hands around my throat. I didn't try to stop him. On the contrary, I wrapped my legs around his body and locked my ankles. He used long, steady strokes to fuck me, even holding it at the top of the push. "Your asshole is nice and tight, bitch....but don't worry, we'll change that." The man in my throat grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my mouth and throat harder. Faster. Deeper. He was throbbing and I felt it...I was in tune with his cock. It was only a few more seconds before he shoved his cock into my throat and held it there. "FUUUUCK!" He screamed as he came. Hard. I felt my neck being squeezed tighter by two big, strong hands. "You're going to pass out now, but don't worry....we're not stopping just because of that. We'll keep using your holes till dawn." As I started to pass out, my cock started to get hard again and I felt two more men grabbing my wrists. He fucked me full stroke, but began to speed up. "I envy you, bitch. As of now you've got no wife. No kids. All your needs will be met. All you have to do is get fucked all day, every day until you die. This is what true freedom feels like." Were the last words I heard before blacking out.

WOW i love reading some comments... i still gotta feel it!!! SO FAR ive only felt the warm feeling after they cum, sometimes a little throb, but the warm feeling is 100%... and how it gets slicky! But i'd love to feel the cocks swelling or anything like that, and id love to feel the sperm leaking on my legs... yummy 😛

Ignoring my brain and allowing my cock to take over thinking, I went to SN yesterday afternoon. It was a mix but mostly masked. Within the first five minutes I had a young hung stud’s cock in my throat and five minutes after that he was balls deep in me.

I usually don’t feel the single loads, but if the cum deposited is a lot I can feel a sort of warm pressure growing inside, in front of the tip of his penis. Once I did it with a guy who cums so much you could tell he is peeing (I knew it because we did a lot of soft sex before): that was huge. I loved it so much I couldnt prevent myself from crying of pleasure while he was doing it, even if we were in a hotel room 😄

CHAPTER 13 My body had just quieted itself from the enforced impalement. I no longer felt the need to scream and had begun to sag downward in relief when my visitor yanked his hard fully blood inflated cock backwards out of my ass until just the head spread open my hole. Once more there was pain yet decidedly reduced now that my visitor's enormous cock had been lubricated with Glen's remaining cum and fuck juices. I gasped. Immediately on this partial pull out of my ass there was the instant re-insertion of this hugely thick man meat until once more I felt the mass of pubic hair smash into my ass cheeks. This became the norm now with my visitor withdrawing his cock and returning it full force into my ass as he continued to hold my wrists in one hand and pushing my back downward onto the bed keeping me from resisting him. Each piston round of departure and return of this cock became easier on my lining as more fuck juices combined with the remnants of Glen's cum and no doubt the dripping of pre-cum from this man. I have no idea when it happened but I soon realized that no longer was there any pain but only the exquisite blissful full feeling of my ass and colon being used by a leviathan cock attached to a ruggedly handsome man. More and more my visitor fucked me pleasing himself no doubt from what he said and did later. Equally, as he fucked me, he made my ass feel so totally pleased with all the physical contact including I realized much later the intense "pain" felt early on. I began with little accomplishment pushing backward onto his cock as I began panting and moaning my consent and desire. My moans took on new meaning after a minute or two. Not only were my moans giving consent and expressing my desire but turned to begging for more. As I was slammed with each inward thrust, I began a halted irregular verbal pleading for more. My moans, gasps, and panting were punctuated with me becoming louder with my requests for more. My visitor released my wrists now moving both his big manly hands to my hips grasping me as if in a vise. I moved my hands to the bed above my head grabbing the bedding in hopes of preventing my being moved further onto the bed as had been slowly happening. I now leveraged myself to return a backwards thrust of my ass for every forward slam that my visitor gave me with his Sequoia-sized cock. We began in tandem our roles quickly getting in sync with the other until the room was filled with the loud "THWACK" sound made only when one man's crotch hits another man's ass in full motion fucking. Louder and louder this sound filled the room as we both maintained our positions. My "fucks", "oh, yeahs", and other quietly said oral encouragements were finally answered by my feeling sweat dripping down onto my back and hips coupled with louder breathing and hands gripping my hips in such a way as to say no doubt that this visitor of mine was in complete and absolute control as his eruption no doubt was on its way. More and more I engaged in my oral incantations to encourage my visitor by professing my consent and need for his cock as I became as determined to match my backward power slams to his forward power slams jarring us both as the level of heat increased in the room. With no warning other than the act itself, I found my ass slammed into in a huge jolting collision immediately followed by a right arm wrapping itself around my waist with a hand grabbing my left lower ribs. Just as lightning fast, a massive left hand reached up gripping my left shoulder pulling me upright close to a 45-degree angle. Once newly positioned, I felt my ass hole stretch larger and sensed a tensing inside me several inches followed by a torrent of undulating deposits deep within me. I could tell that my colon lining was stretched taut over this man's cock and that with each salvo of his thick gooey DNA was pushed through his piss tube with rapid fire muscle spasms much at the pace of an Uzi SMG. Just as Glen had done, my visitor flooded me with his essence but more than Glen my visitor fed my hole with volumes more than Glen. He filled me so rapidly like an Uzi that without having a colon stretched open from frequent or deeper use there came a backup of his cum despite there being such a lack of space. Indeed, though, once his deposit action finally ceased there came a sensing that movement was being made backwards toward my hole opening. Gently, my visitor lowered me down onto the bed once more before he began ever so slowly removing his now deflating sex organ. I felt an emptiness come over me as more of his giant cock slid from my ass. "Lay flat on the bed," I heard, “let your body heat melt that load of mine and let gravity drain it deeper inside you to stay.” I complied with somewhat difficulty as my cock now was fully hard and leaking. But, lay flat I did. His cock with a wet sloppy sound popped out of my ass along with no doubt a substantial amount of his cum which ran freely down my perineum and onto my ball sac. I sighed in ecstasy and elation but dejected as well. He lay on top of me settling in for his comfort. I had no objection. His weight delightfully pressed down on me. We lay there for several minutes before my visitor said, "Best damn ass I'm going to get all night and I know it. I'll be back for more." This wasn't a request for permission to return. It was a declaration of intent. I knew I wouldn't say no to him. "Get as much cum up in there as you can so it won't hurt so much next time. But I think you might like that, too." I said nothing until I was sure. "I'll take your advice and like a boy scout be prepared. From you, the pain was great and wouldn't mind it with you again. Just as long as you fuck me and fill me with more of your cum," I said hoping not to sound too anxious or eager. My visitor slid off me slowly and rose up from the bed. I twisted myself around until I, too, was standing facing my visitor. Somehow, it didn't seem right to know his name. I wanted him to be different than Glen. I needed him to fuck me more and fill me to overflow but I didn't want anything that would remotely be "personal" with him. I needed him to be just what he was: a male visitor who enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed him fucking me. It was evident that he wanted the same level of contact. He turned picked up his towel and began walking to the door. I followed. There, he turned to me and using his big hands took my shoulder turning me sideways to him then pushing on my shoulders. I bent forward as he stepped closer. I felt his great meaty man middle finger begin to slide between my ass cheeks. I spread my feet apart giving him access. He shoved his finger as far inside me as he could and began working his finger around inside finally withdrawing it. I rose up and faced him once more and smiled. He slid his finger inside his mouth and sucked withdrawing it when he was finished. He winked and said, "There's lots more for you where that came from." With that, he was out the door leaving me half smiling as men walked past my door looking at me as I stood there naked with a cock still hard dripping pre-cum in great globules. I finally closed the door.

I definitely bareback every available ass hole in dark rooms, try and get my dick into them all, and leave them at least some gushing precum

I am not sure if it is because we've had warmer than normal weather and it feels like spring, or if I'm just tired of Covid but...I have had a great fuck week. On Monday I met a guy on Grdr and went to his place. He was younger and looking for daddy seed. He left his door open and I came in. He was bent over a bean bag chair naked and ready. My cock sprang to life. I dropped my clothes and started to rub my cock against his ass and hole. He pushed back on me as he was in need of cock and cum. I needed to shoot loads and was hard in a minute. I slid my cock deep inside his hole. I started to pump and fuck his hole. It felt so damn good. Warm and wet. My cock was dripping pre cum inside him because he asked if I had cum. I told him no, but was enjoying his hole and was going to drop my load deep inside. He squeezed his hole milking my cock. I really couldn't hold back. My cock and balls spasm and I started to shoot my load inside. He pushed back on my cock and I pushed deeper inside. He squeezed me and got every drop. We thanked each other and I got dressed and left. On Tuesday I was invite to fuck a "son" with a bear bud of mine. I had initially met the "son" and fucked him 1 on 1 several times. I arranged for the bear and boy to do an initial 3 way some months back. They really hit it off. Kissing sucking fucking. Even when I had to leave they kept going. So now the son goes to see the bear and they do 1 on 1 and sometimes invite me also. (I think I should get a matchmaker fee?) Any way, we both fucked and bred boy over and over and over. He had at least 4 loads in him. Bear is vers and wanted a load from me too. Of course I had to oblige. I fucked and shot a load deep in bear hole. We agreed to do it again in a week or two. Wednesday I had been talking to guy (26yo hottie that loves daddy cock and seed.) and he wanted me to come over and drop a quick load. He said it was his birthday but he had a short amount of time because of work. I walked in and hottie 26yo as naked and ass up. His hole was already lubed and ready for me. I played with his ass and balls. He had a beautiful body and cock too. I slid inside and fucked his hole good. He got on his back and had legs on my shoulders as I pounded him. He looked into my eyes while we were fucking and started jerking off. "pound me hard daddy" he said. "load up your son. I need daddy seed" I pounded his hole hard. My cock spasms began and I exploded deep inside him. His eyes rolled back as he felt my pulsing dick. His cock also started to shoot a huge rope of cum all over his stomach. It felt amazing to be inside his hole as my orgasm was fading and feel his as tighten down on my hard cock when he came. I slowly pulled out missing his hole but he was short on time. I got dressed and left and hope he reaches back out for a replay. Today, I went to a local xxx bookstore because I was horny Again! My cock wouldn't go down. I kept thinking of sex. The more I get the more I want/need. I paid my money and watched a movie. The glory hole was large and a youngish cub came in the the other booth. He motioned for my cock. Immediately, my cock was in his mouth. An amazing, I mean truly amazing mouth and tongue licked and sucked my cock rock hard. I leaned into the hole and let him work on me. It felt so amazing. After a bit I slowly pulled back and asked if he wanted fucked. He said no, he would rather suck. I said ok and back my cock went into that amazing mouth with his tongue swirling around my cock head. Up and down the shaft. I was in heaven. But to be honest I have trouble cumming the way and really wanted to fuck ass. I pulled back and said thanks but I really wanted to fuck. He said ok, lets fuck. He turned around and his ass was up against the hole. My cock was so rock hard. I slid my cock up his crack. I put my cock in his hole. He must have lubed it because I slid right inside. I fucked and pumped. I was loving the feeling. His mouth was amazing but his hole was even better. I fucked and fucked. I couldn't hold back and shot a big load deep inside his hole. He moved back on my dick and pushed me deeper inside as I pushed into him. I stayed inside and neither of us moved. I slowly started to fuck a bit more as my cock softened. I thanked him and thanked me for the load. I got dressed and left. Tomorrow is Friday. I don't know if I'll get any ass or not but, what a week! BH

I'm sorry, but I might be in the minority on this. Yeah, an hour is a while! However, I've also topped, and there's been a few bottoms that REPEATEDLY kept asking, and I swear to god, it was EVERY 15-20 seconds..."ya gonna cum?" Over and over. That incessant hounding can shut tops off, it did me. I was into him, but that didn't help my fucking.

Liam felt strange. He couldn´t move and his head seemed to be filled with cotton. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground. Above him, he could see cloth, lighted by a fire outside. But there were no walls and he could see grass on the ground. Slowly he realized that he was lying in a tent. The ground under beneath him was soft and he was covered by a blanket. His head rested on a pillow. Liam wanted to call for help, but only some muffled sounds came out. A cloth was wrapped around his mouth, gagging him. Liam struggled a bit and managed to get the blanket off. His hands were tied together in front of him and he was naked from above his waist. Then he remembered that he had been attacked. He had been kidnapped and now he was lying tied and gagged in a tent somewhere in the woods, completely at his captor's mercy. Liam cried into his gag and struggled in vain. His whole life, he had been in control of the world sourrounding him. He was the heir of the kingdom and only the queen, his mother, had more authority than him. And now he felt as helpless like he had never before in his life. Fear and panic spread in his mind. Liam started to scream and struggled like a maniac to get this bonds of. The leather straps bit in his flesh and blood turned the blanket red. Liam hardly realized how his captors jumped into the tent, his mind was completely captured in his own little world of fear. They grabbed his arms and tried to prevent further wounds; someone spoke, but Liam didn´t hear anything. A cloth was clamped over his face and the strange smell dragged him back to reality. The blonde kidnapper was sitting on Liam´s chest and pressed the cloth on his face. In this moment Liam realized something, that hit him like a punch. He could see the blonde´s ears: He was an elf. Liam stared at the young face with piercing blue eyes. He had never before seen an elf before, but he remembered that thing about their ears and their strength. They were slim and tall, but they had easily overpowered Liam. His own strength faded and Liam closed his eyes. He felt how they untied his hands. Then happened nothing for a while. Nish had used a healing spell on the boy´s hands. Kiaro and Nish were just busy with a meal when they heard noises coming out of their tent. Kiaro felt bad because of this. He had seen the fear in the boy´s eyes. He looked at Nish who was busy whiping the remaining blood away. “We´ll have to retie him.” Nish nodded. ”I´ll wrap some scarves around his wrists.”, Nish answered and left. Kiaro looked down at his captive. He wondered who he was and what would happen when he was going to wake up. Kiaro climbed off the boy and lay next to him, watching his face. He looked so damn sexy. Kiaro put the gag down and placed a kiss on the boy´s lips. “So soft.”, he said to himself and kissed him again, now forcing his tongue into his captive´s mouth, while running his hands through the silky red hair. When he finished the kiss Kiaro couldn´t control himself. He opened his leather pants, pulled down his underwear and lay on top of the sleeping beauty. The silk of their captive´s pants felt so great on his hard manhood. Kiaro started rubbing himself against the boy. Kiaro kissed the boy again and then he climbed a bit up and buried his face in that silky hair, enjoying the nice scent and his throbbing manhood rubbing over the boy´s smooth skin. Kiaro moaned and closed his eyes, then he came with a scream. Sinking back onto the blankets, Kiaro kissed the boy once more, this time very gentle. “Look what mess you've done.” Kiaro almost jumped when he heard Nish´s voice. His face turned red as he faced his friend. “Oh ehm I...” he started, but then he saw that hungry look in Nish´s violet eyes. “Shut up!”, was all Nish said when he pushed Kiaro down on the blanket. Kiaro grasped for air, when he suddenly felt a tongue on his cock. Nish gently ran his tongue over his friend´s manhood, licking every remaining drop of his cum into his hungry mouth. After he finished cleaning Kiaro, he wrapped his lips around the once more hardening cock and sucked him back into full erection. In the meantime, he guided Kiaro´s hand to his leather crotch and let the blonde give a litte back of what he had received. Nish enjoyed Kiaro´s moans of pleasure as he brought him to the edge of climax, then he simply let him go. „That´s for raping our captive...without me.“, Nish said and now turned around to the still sleeping boy and continued his licking on the boys well toned chest, removing every evidence of Kiaro´s little game. Meanwhile, Kiaro stuffed his erect member back into his pants; he would get a chance later. Now he also focused on their slowly awakening captive. He sat back onto the boy´s chest and ran his hands through his hair and over his face. The boy groaned as Nish started to run his hands over his pants. After some seconds of massaging the captive´s crotch formed a large bulge under the silk. Kiaro carefully placed his own bulge on the boy´s face, gently rubbing it on him. As the boy groaned again he was gagged by a leather clad crotch. Kiaro enjoyed some unwanted ball licking of his captive, while Nish continued to caress the boy´s cock through his pants. Kiaro moaned as the boy´s tongue probed that thing between his lips, and then tried to push it out. The boy opened his sexy green eyes and looked up to Kiaro, then down to what he was licking. He screamed...or at least tried to and threw his head away to get that thing off his mouth. Kiaro quickly got off his captive and let himself fall next to him, handgagging him, before he could scream. „Calm down, sweetie. That won´t hurt.“ He said. The boy looked at him with big, scared eyes. Nish had stopped his stroking when their captive started to struggle, but now he grabbed the silken pants and pulled them down in a swift motion. Their captive strted to jell in Kiaros hand and struggled like a madman. Kiaro just kept his hand firmly in place and placed his other hand on the boy´s chest to keep him down. Nish sat on their victims legs and wrapped his hand around the large erection in front of him. The boy moaned deeply and stopped struggling. „Feels nice, hmm?“ Kiaro whispered in his ear and lightly kissed him on the cheek. Devin couldn´t help but enjoy the skillful wanking of his cock. The elf knew exactly what he did and Devin could have come after two minutes, but his captor always stopped a second before and then worked on Devin´s balls for some time, before he returned his attention to the throbbing manhood. The blonde still kept his hand pressed on Devins mouth, but his other one was now pinching Devins nipples, while kissing his neck. Devin had never experienced something like this. Tied up and completely helpless he could not stop them and that turned him on. He was aroused like never before in his life and the cruel teasing of the dark haired elf feeded his need to come. He didn´t know for how long they kept him on the edge of a climax, but it had to be an hour or even more. Devin already begged with his eyes for relief, as the blonde stopped his stroking and licking. For some time they just looked in each others eyes, then the elf smiled. „That felt good I bet. But I know something better.“ He looked at his comrade and nodded. The dark haired alf grinned and suddenly took Devins cock into his mouth. Devin graped for air, as his member diasapeared in the elfs mouth...or at least some part. The elf tried his best, but he couldn´t get more than half of it into his mouth, so he just decided to work on what he could reach and used his hands to stroke the rest. Devin closed his eyes and just let himself fall into the waves of joy his captor send through his body. As he felt himself close to the greatest climax in his life suddenly something strange happened. Something slipped into his mouth. Devin opened his eyes and faced the blod elfes crotch. Unnoticed he had removed his hands and stripped naked and now he had put his own member into Devins mouth. Normally Devin would have beend terrified, but after this long teasing he was too horny to refuse. He licked his kidnappers cock hungriely and it didn´t taste unpleaseant as expected. The other one slowed down his licking to keep Devin aroused, untill he finished the blonde. What he did. Devin didn´t have to work more than five minutes as the elf fired a load of hot and tasty cum into Devins waiting mouth. He swallowed all he could get. Five big loads of that tasty liquid just disappeard and never left Devins mouth. The blonde elf smiled and Devin liked this picture. The blondes took his member out and laid next to Devin again, wrapped his arms around him and whispered a silent „Thank you“. Devin couldn´t answer, because the other elf now licked him with passion and skill. And then the cum that had waited for so long stormed out. Devin screamed loud and half rose from the bed as he fired load after load. The elf tried to swallow, but he just could not take it all. White semen ran down his chin and after the seventh load it just dropped out. Devin fell back into the pillow, still cumming. The blonde stared at the scene and could´t belive how much the prince gave untill he finally finished. „Wow.“ Was everything Kiaro could say. Nish was still busy licking every drop off he had missed. The Kiaro decided it was the best time for some questions. „Who are you?“ he asked the exhaused boy softly. „Devin.“ Was the weak answer. Kiaro looked at his captive in surprise. „The prince?“ he asked and the boy nodded. Kiaro and Nish looked at each other. Now it was Nish who said „Wow“ „Where can we bring you back?“ Kiaro asked and his state Devin just answered. „The castle of Lady Nasira.“ Kiaro nodded and looked at Nish. „Then you´ll send them a ransom note.“ Nish looked angry. „Why don´t you go?“ „I´m gonna have a taste of him too. And you really got enough of him, didn´t you?“ Nish said something Kiaro didn´t understand and left the tent. Kiaro now looked down at Devin and smiled. After some seconds he kissed the sleepy prince on the lips and forced his tongue into his mouth. As the prince kissed him back Kiaro felt a rush of excitement. He kissed the boy long and passionated and when he stopped he saw the prince´s cock already hard again. Kiaro had a closed look. The boy was well build. He was big, maybe one of the biggest he had seen yet and definetely the most beautiful. Nice formed and hard as a rock, with a drop of precum glistening on his head, inviting him to lick it off. The prince had opened his eyes again and looked up to Kiaro with dazed green eyes. „Shall I lick him?“ Kiaro asked and ran his fingertip over the whole lenght of that nice cock. „No, don´t...ugh stop th...aaaah.“ Kiaro just ignored the protests and licked that precum away. It tasted salty, but it was filled with an aroma that immedeatly made Kiaro hungry for more. But first he licked his way up and down the shaft. Devins protests had become a soft moaning. Kiaro carefully licked his captives balls and even took one in his mouth. „Ohhh....please....please...“ The boy begged. „Please what?“ Kiaro asked grining. „Please....make...make me cum.“ Now the boy could no longer stop himself and Kiaro smiled. The prince looked so hot, tied up, with a raging boner and this lust filled eyes. „How could I refuse?“ with that words Kiaro wrapped his lips around the princes cock head and then swallowed as much as he could get. „OOOHH.“ The prince moaned loudly. Kiaro moved his head up and down, licking and sucking the soft skin of this precious manhood. „Ooh god...son´t stop. Please...I´m cumming.“ Devin groaned in pleasure as he felt his next climax comming. Kiaro sucked harder and was rewarded with a load of semen. Devin came, still much more than usually, but less than the first time. Kiaro filled his mouth and let go of the cock. But Devin wans´t finished yet and shot two more loads into Kiaros face. Kiaro didn´t care. He let the liquid run through his mouth and over his tongue, enjoying the aroma, untill he finally let it run through his throat. Then he whiped the rest of his face and licked it from his fingers. Pleased he looked at the prince, who had already fallen asleep. For a moment he just watched the slumbering boy, then he snuggled to him, got the blanket and also went to sleep, his face buried in Devins red hair.

I love to see the top nut ball deep in the bottom's hole. Bare of course!

I prefer bare but have no issues with gloves can be sexy in right context. Nitrile gloves are the best.

I’ve only really gotten into it in the last year or so. In fact it used to freak me out. But guys just kept trying to do it to me: no discussion, they all just kept trying to do it (I was later told it’s because I have a “fist me face.”) So I decided this was something I needed to learn to do. I went to a few parties at the start of the year, got slightly off my face, ended up finally taking fists properly, and then got slightly obsessed with it. Covid has put a stop to my progress, but I can’t wait to get back to it.

Hi men I've advertised for something serious, but it's not easy. I'm looking for a cumpig slave. 48 yo, 6'1", 195#, shaved head, hairy chest, good body, PA, 7"cut, sadistic topman live in Boston currently. I want a total slave [over 35yo] for ownership / property / FULL USE- groups / baths / leather events / sex clubs / dungeon / gloryholes My last slave took 185 loads/4 days. HOT ACTION and love to find a devoted leather slave who is looking for a serious LT situation and cumtaking. no smoking-no drugs

Retired by lottery.

I've been taking dick since I was 15 years old. It's easily into several thousand loads. I'm guessing between 1500 to well over 2000 loads in my ass in those years. That's probably a lowball estimate.

Yep, just was Friday night. Had an add on Doublelist (usually a waste of time) and a trucker responded. He was headed through and stopping nearby and offer up his load for my hungry hole in his sleeper. Hot, hairy tattooed Daddy trucker too with full low hangers and a nice cock. Sucked his cock and balls then he flipped me over in my back and drove his cock into my hole. Soon he had my legs over my head as he pounded hard and deep. This dude knew how to fuck. Very verbal and dominant as he pumped his cum into me. He kept fucking to be sure every drop was drained then held his cock in my used wet hole to admire his work before pulling out and presenting his cock for me to suck clean if any remaining cum. I LOVE truckers fucking me. No names, no idea where he’s from, just passing through dumping his load in a slut. my kind of top

I waited until the Full Blown Guy was gone and then pulled on my briefs. Jake was sleeping, his frail body rising and falling as he breathed shallowly. I needed to get to my own apartment , so I snuck out, leaving the door on the latch, figuring Jake could do with a decent rest. ---- Ray's story. It was way later than I'd intended but it had taken ages to get hold of the chems I wanted and I was now hornier than ever. I'd chiselled off my "tamper proof" curfew bracelet and was determined to have a good time. I knocked quietly on the apartment door but only succeeded on pushing it open. Great, the kid was expecting me. I let myself in and scouted out the place, finding him asleep on the bed. I stripped off my joggers and tshirt, setting my massive bulk free. I was already in my wrestling speedo and semi hard. Then I shook Jake awake. He was really tiny, 90lbs looked like an overestimate, and in his naked state I could see a pair of tiny shrivelled nuts and a clit instead of a cock. He looked kind of confused as he sat up but I slapped him gently round the face and tossed a pair of my 8 year old nephew's swimming trunks at him. he got the message and poured himself into them pretty easily, a perfect fit. At that, my cock filled out fully. It's thickness means there is no way for it to lay flat in my speedos so I end up looking like I've got a butternut squash tucked in there. Scares the shit out of most of my opponents. I led him through to the living room where there was more space. "Remember, no limits. which means I do what the fuck i want. " The kid looked scared. "You asked me not to seed you but, to be honest, my death seed the least of your worries. I'm gonna mangle up your little body, crush the fucking life out of you. I won't stop until I want to". At this point, he made a run for the door. A side step by me and he met a wall of flesh. Seconds later, he was under me on the hard floor, my belly spreading out over his back and touching the floor on either side. His head was under my chin and his legs between mine. As I lay there, I could feel him compressing under me, his breathing coming slower and slower. I was ending his pathetic life by doing nothing. A couple of humps of my hips and I felt him crunch under me. It was perfect but too quick so I rolled off him, needing more time to enjoy my prey...

Full blown guy stayed inside Jake as his cock softened but the kid's loose arse couldn't hold onto his meat for very long and he soon slipped out. I could see from his tendons on his arm that he was still working his hand inside Jake though, and he spent a few minutes working his cum into the kid's guts. When he finally retrieved his bloody arm, he indicated to me that it was my turn. I'd momentarily forgotten that I was just next in line in his eyes but my cock was hard and it was too easy to slide back into Jake, whose arse now felt like a warm, wet and soft bag of mush. I could detect no resistance at all as i slipped all the way in. Full blown guy was behind me, on his knees, feeding off my tight manhole and playing with my big soft balls. As I gently pushed in to Jake he would push my balls forwards and up, eventually popping them into Jake's fleshy tunnel alongside my cock. For a while, he would pop them back inside each time they came out and I got off on the feeling of being so deep in the kid. "Fist him". Hmmm...good idea...I pulled out and made my hand as narrow as possible. Not easy with my hands. Four fingers were going in no problem but the width of my palm was something new for Jake's arse. "Just push" I did. And then a bit harder. Harder still....and....yes...entry, Jake squeaked and suddenly my whole hand was in. The feeling my cock had imagined was confirmed by my fingers. I've fisted before but Jake was a little different. The warmness and some of the suction was there (though much less) but the feeling that's like soft seaweed wrapping around you was much more intense. I remembered Nathan's cock from earlier and the damage that it had done, assuming that it was partly responsible for what I was feeling. I remembered too seeing the outline of him inside Jake, as he did his evil work. "Gonna turn him over". I kept my forearm in him, using it to roll the kid over. He was still on the bed but my arm was taking some of his weight. It took a bit of doing, moving myself in him to get the leverage without slipping to some new part of him, but all of a sudden, he rolled on to his back an d Jake was lying there pregnant, the shape of my upturned hand clearly outlined and standing proud of his shrunken midsection.

Nathan got up of Jake as I started to finger his dirty cum from my abs to my mouth. Jake was pretty still, breathing shallowly as I let my cock slowly fall from his cunt and Nathan threw on his clothes. "Maybe again, tomorrow?" he asked "Sure. Got quite a bit of interest though so get it sorted as soon as you know" "Sure thing". He high fived me and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I got up to check Jake's profile. A few more messages had come in, including one from an old wrestling bud of mine. Ray was a big ugly guy. Chubby did not begin to describe him. He tipped the scales at about 350lb last time I'd seen him and it wasn't muscle, though he was more than capable of moving his own bulk about. His speedos struggled to contain one of the thickest cocks I'd seen. He was poz, occasionally on meds and the roughest fucker I'd come across. He was very interested in Jake, which didn't surprise me. I looked across at his cute, frail body and weighed up whether he'd see out an encounter with Ray...

Nathan backed out of Jake and I watched as his stomach flattened, now emptied of its meaty black intruder. Jake was almost still as I lifted off his face but he started to show signs of life almost straight away. Nathan indicated that he wanted to swap positions and I was more than keen to get back inside Jake and see if he felt any different. As I slid inside him, things seemed pretty much the same. He didn't feel particularly wet or more open, but as I went deeper I realised that I couldn't even feel his second ring anymore, all I could detect was a velvety texture washing over my cock head, wrapping itself around my PA. I attacked his cunt from multiple angles, just feeling more of the same. Nathan grinned at me: "you like it in there? I knocked out a few walls for you, he's open-plan now" "It feels amazing. Not we, not dry, not tight at all. I can't feel you cum though, it looked like you came a bucket load" "He'll have absorbed it straight away. Either that or it's sitting in a little pocket somewhere too deep for you" Meanwhile, Nathan was hovering over Jake's face as the kid tongues him. I knew Nathan bottomed occasionally and his hole opened up nicely allowing Jake full access to his musky manhole. "Clean me out cunt boy. Get in there deep", he commanded, and Jake complied, going crazy for his taste. "You've really shredded him up, man, it feels great in here" my cock was loving the delicate massage that it was getting and I could feel I was getting close. Up at the other end, Nathan was getting rougher, smothering Jake as he wanked his big cock, his balls still seemingly with more to give. I could hear Jake struggling for breath once again as Nathan held him inside his arse cheeks for progressively longer periods as he wanked his meat, two-handed. "I'm gonna blow soon", I told him. "Don't worry, I already knocked him up, ain't no way your white seed is dislodging my DNA from this piece of cunt" His words spurred me on, and I drove in even harder and at a rougher angle. When I saw my own PA outlined inside the ruined kid, it sent me over the edge and I growled loudly to announce my imminent seeding. Nathan was close to and he ground his ass down on to Jake's face, pushing his hole open and silently farting into the kid. "breathe me in, you worthless piece of shit!!!" he howled as both our cocks exploded...his coating my abs and my own painting the inside of Jake's hollowed out abdomen.

After I started taking raw loads a few years back I began to notice that so many of the men near me are closeted bi-guys who are all too terrified of 'catching something' (and bringing it home to the wife) to even consider barebacking. I have had a couple of them go off on me, too, about it. I couldn't understand the reaction. If you're not into me or into barebacking, just move the fuck on. What business is it of theirs what I do with my body if they're not going to use it?

After my cumload was done, I rolled us both back over, wanting to keep Jake trapped under me. My cock was still fairly hard which, combined with the relative tightness of his hole, meant I was able to stay inside him. I think Jake had either lost the ability or will to try pushing me out so I remained lodged in him as we both drifted off to sleep, giving my virulent seed its best chance of converting my little victim. At some point in the night the rhythmic pulsing of blood through his body aroused my cock and I awoke to find myself gently humping my new cock extension until I discharged in him once again, before falling asleep again until dawn. In the morning, I was feeling aggressive, and hammered my morning wood into his battered body, certain that it was game over for the kid by this point. My needs satisfied, for now, I carried him through to the bathroom, still speared on my cock. The view in the full length mirror was magnificent: Jake's knees on his chest, pinned by my arm, his briefs hanging shredded and bloodied off his arse but still concealing his tiny cock and balls, my thick veiny cock disappearing into his puffy red ass lips. He looked up and took in the view himself. "You like that, runt?" "yes...I love it..." His cock stirred in the briefs. Using my other hand, I reached round, grabbing his cock and balls through the material and squeezed very hard. His balls were like ripe olives and I felt them yield in my grasp and Jake cried out. I crushed them some more. "You don't need them anymore, only men need balls. Yours are pathetic". He nodded, pathetically as I sat myself down on his toilet, degrading him further and then further still as I unloaded my morning piss load directly into his guts, thinking about the acrid liquid scorching his raw insides and watching his belly bulge, full of my waste. As I stood, I let him slide off me for the first time in 8 hours until he was face down on the floor. His cunt hole was pouting up at me, puffy and slightly open as dirty piss dribbled out of him. I stepped on him as I made my way to the shower, leaving him sprawled there panting.

I left Jake in the shower as I raided his kitchen for food. The kid didn't have a lot in so I snook back down to my apartment, not bothering to put anything on over the obscenely revealing briefs. I eat a lot and I'd expended a good bit of energy on Jake so far, so it took a little while to devour my meal and top up on protein shakes. By the time I made it back up to Jake's, it was clear something had happened as he was really upset. A little coaxing revealed that he'd had a phone call with very bad news about his parents, he wouldn't say what but it wasn't hard to imagine. I gathered the little guy up in my arms and comforted him. We moved to the sofa and I put his favourite wrestling channel on the TV as I caressed his tussled hair while he laid on my chest. Time passed and he said little but he seemed more at ease. My hand could't help roaming to his pert little ass cheeks as his head rested between my pecs. I flicked the TV over to Pornhub and selected a wrestling porn playlist I knew of. Jakey's little cocklet began to harden and rub against my abs in his briefs and my finger probed against the thin material that covered his hole, pushing a little harder against it, feeling his firmness. On the screen, an Ed Hunter look-a-like was pinning the hell out of a young twink, his cock escaping from his over-packed jock and getting rubbed over the twink's face and arse as he took control. "He's got the same tattoo as you" he said, noticing the biohaz symbol on the guy's shoulder. It was the first thing Jake had said in over an hour. "Oh, yeah...we're in the same club". The twink had now lost his speedos and the top had whipped off his jock, rubbing it in the kids face as he threw him around some more. I pushed a little harder on Jake's briefs where my finger had been caressing for the last 15 minutes and felt the material give and a small hole appear, allowing me access to his pucker. Jake was humping my abs as the top on the screen pinned the twink face down, hands behind his back and rubbed his cock head at his hole. I spat on my finger and began working my way into the boy, letting his humping motion work my finger inside. I let him open himself up on me as the top made short verbal work of the twink on screen "got my dirty cock in ya, boi"......"gonna knock you up".... Jake's hole was lubing itself up nicely as I whispered in his ear "you want that, don't you Jake" "mmmm...yes sir" "What do you want?" "your big cock" "Where?" "in my arse" "In your cunt, fag, runts like you don't have an arse" "in my fag cunt sir" "Good boy". I rolled us both off the sofa, winding him as he ended up beneath me. I scooped him up from under me, one hand on the back of his undies, the other arm round his chest, giving him a good wedgie as I carried him to the bedroom and threw him face down on his bed. My cock had already escaped the tiny briefs as I fell on to him and I was able to poke it through the hole in Jake's underwear, filling in his little trench with my meat, dripping copious pre. "This gonna hurt you, runt, but I kinda enjoy that and it's your only use in life". I gave him the poppers, more to improve things for me than him and pushed forward. The dumb cunt tried to move forward and I felt his hole tense up, which made me smile. I could feel I was on target and my PA had already slipped in so I just decided to go for it, driving my hips forward against the resistance which failed, all at once, as something in Jake broke, allowing me to slide about 6 inches into him. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle the screams and enjoyed his almost too tight chute as it feebly tried to expel me. A sticky warmth was surrounding the end of my cock as I pushed slowly deeper, coming up against Jake's inner sphincter. I played with it for a little while, as Jake's chute lubed me up, mixing with my pre, before gradually increasing the pressure. "What are you doing?" Jake whimpered. I responded by pushing a little harder, breaking his resistance and easing even deeper into him. I groaned in ecstasy as the sphincter locked around my cock head and my sweaty balls rested in the stickiness leaking from Jake. "I'm in your guts boy, my killer cock is right in you, dripping my superior DNA into your runty body". "it hurts" "I don't give a shit, runt" and with that I pulled back, feeling Jake's guts fighting to keep me in him and my PA slicing out through his inner ring. The good thing about this is it feels awesome for me and I know what's going on, Jakey felt relatively little apart from being over full and resistance inside him though and even the pain around his cunt lips was beginning to numb a little. He'd stopped squirming as I settled into a nice rhythm, Jakey barely visible under me, as I scythed through him over and over, thinking of all the ways I was going to fuck this innocent piece of meat while I had the chance. His vulnerability was really turning me on and I could feel my balls tightening. "Nearly time fag" I growled in his ear "gonna cum in ya" "please sir!!" he was clearly desperate for this to end so he could recover "you begging for my dirty load, fag?" "yes sir, give me your load" "you want my seed, you want knocking up?" "yes sir, knock me up" "my poz DNA is gonna murder you kid" At this he started to squirm. "no...no...what?" "you're my prey, runt, gonna inject my killer babies in you" "no,....no...." "squirm boy, drive me crazy, my big dick is smashing you up inside, gonna inject my seed straight into your bloodstream" he was literally fighting for his life and it felt amazing. I could have ended the squirming any time but I just loved it more and more. All too soon my balls tightened and I felt the first powerful flex of my cock. Jake felt it too and grew still. It was too late for him and he knew it. I roared in pleasure as I pumped him full, my load being delivered deep inside him.....

Just half an intro to the next episode today, sorry guys: I felt him swallowing my gift, clearly enjoying the taste, before I rolled off him. That was his cue to rush for the bathroom, in desperate need to empty his overfull bladder while I relaxed, my own piss needs already met. When he came back in the room he looked even more frail than before, the rough play and lack of meds taking their toll. "You're looking good Jake" I told him, "My cum is giving you all the protein you need and I'm thinking that from now on, if you stick to that and my filtered piss instead of that unhealthy shit you normally eat then we can get you fit and strong in no time". He nodded his agreement. "Nice on", I thought to myself, "keep him nice and slim and no need to douche so I can get into his cunt naturally". We both hit the shower where I had him wash down my body with his soft little hands, using his tongue for my ripe pits, arse and, finally, feet as he lay on the shower floor. I chose a cute pair of white briefs, his little butt, the perkiest part of him, filling the rear nicely. For myself, I pulled on another pair of his briefs. He wore a kids large size which meant the waist was pretty tight in me, the leg holes stretched dangerously (stitching popping if I flexed) and my bulge was frankly obscene, my PA particularly obvious. I loved the look.

After a couple of minutes, his breathing eased and Jakey began to talk. "Wow, that was intense Ed" "I thought so too, you did well, have you done it before?" "Erm, no, not like that. I mean, I've sucked a guy before but it wasn't like that" "Who was the lucky boy?" "A guy I wrestled once before. He came here to play and he beat me so that was his prize. He was much smaller than you though. he came on my face" "Mmmm, tempting, I guess" "But you didn't cum" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He must have been more out of it than I thought. "Jakey, I just filled your stomach with my protein packed DNA. You are one lucky boi, your body won't know what's hit it" He looked surprised but didn't say anything, instead repositioning himself so that he was sat facing me, astride my thighs, his cocklet right next to mine. He was hard again, maybe 4'' was closer to the mark, but next to my soft meat he looked tiny. I flopped my cock over his, then played with him, threading his cock through the open loop of my PA, allowing the weight of my cock to tether his hard dick down. "You're so much bigger than me" "I know" "not just your cock, everywhere" "But you like that right? You like that you are powerless against me" "yeh, I do. I've always been weak, kinda useless" "you have your uses, kid, but you are right, in the natural world you wouldn't last five minutes, a predator would pick you off" "A predator like you?" "That's right. I'd make short work of you" He placed his head between my pecs, nuzzling me, as I flexed for him and then gently enfolded my biceps around his little body. He whimpered. "You want me to use you....you want to be my prey? Think before you answer...it's your only chance to say no and this is a one-way street". After a few seconds the whispered answer came back "yes...use me,, destroy me" At this response, my cock began to swell and I tightened my grip on my prey gradually, his life in my hands. In my mind, I was thinking about how I could make the most of Jake, really enjoy him. My thoughts meant my bull cock was filling out to it's full size, which reduced the free space in the PA a little and had the effect of throttling Jake's own maggot cock on, which the ring was sat just below his uncut bell-end. As my cock rose up, it stretched him, further increasing the discomfort. To be frank, it hurt me a little too but I was clearly used to a fair bit of tugging and rough play on my PA that he was not. I could feel him squirming in my grasp, so I just squeezed harder. His struggles were divine and I concentrated hard on maintaining just enough pressure to keep him on the edge as i thought about the coming days. I was now on my feet, edging Jakey up and down my body, the sweat between us creating a perfect slick environment to pleasure my cock. In my mind, my cock was ripping off Jakey's rather than just tugging and stretching it and I was crushing him to oblivion. Tempting as that was, I knew I needed to save him to allow the fun I wanted but the thought was enough to send me over the edge again, flexing my cock and sending a good load of my poison over Jakey's ravaged maggot cock. As I slumped down on the his bed, Jakey squirming under me, I felt his cum lubed cock slip from my PA.

Part 6. He stood there, staring at me, his eyes drawn to my trunks, eventually answering: "I've never done it before, wrestled I mean. And you are huge, I wouldn't stand a chance" "Remember what I told you about Pro Wrestling? A lot of it is acting or play. I'd be willing to show you the ropes" He considered that for a microsecond...."I'd love to". And for the next hour I summoned up my reserves of will power and showed this piece of innocent perfection the basics of grappling. Sure, that meant enduring the hardship of having him sat on my chest in a schoolboy pin, my face inches from what I was beginning to realise was a cute set of balls and neat little cock and another time where his slender little thighs were wrapped around my head squeezing for all their little worth but I endured it all. We treated ourselves to a couple of strong beers in our time-out which loosened Jakes tongue a little. "I can see that PA thing through your trunks" "Yeh?" "Yeh. does it hurt?" "Not me" I chuckled. "And what's the tattoo on your..erm..stomach?" "it's from a club I'm in" "looks like the bio-hazard symbol" "Yeh, that's right. You ready for a little more grappling, now you know the ropes?" "ummm, yeh. don't be so easy on me this time though" "You got it chief". I waited for him to down his beer, then put on my best Pro Wrestling announcer voice. "In the red corner, it's the Pr-Ed-ator, weighing in at 243lb and in the blue, it's Angel Jake, weighing in at..." I nudged him and he whispered in my ear "91lbs". What followed was like a bear playing with a kitten. We faced off and the mere act of putting my arms on his shoulders and allowing my weight to transfer to him saw him crumple under me. Careful not to crush him, I pinned the little fuck to the carpet under one thigh watching in pure pleasure as he struggled to free himself, allowing him to sit exhausted on my chest in his schoolboy pin effort. I feigned surprise and pretended I couldn't shift his weight, my efforts only shoving him further forward so that my face was pressing into his bulge allowing me to feel a hard little cock that I'd caught outline glimpses of already. All the while I was lifting my legs behind his upper body and with a quick lift of the chest he tipped back into the waiting 30'' jaws of my thighs which snapped shut around his torso. For a moment I got carried away and began to squeeze tightly as Jake panicked and his ribcage flexed but I remembered what I was playing with and quickly eased back, gently tossing him around in my thighs and eventually letting him drop with his arse resting on my semi soft cock. He lingered there for 30 seconds, teasing me it seemed, before we both rose to our feet. In our final "round" I had Jake on his back, sprawled below me and I couldn't resist squatting down over his chest my muscular arse hovering over his face. I lowered it further until his cute little face was nestling between my cheeks having taken care to ensure my trunks had ridden up into my ass crack. The kid was breathing in my aroma as I gently caressed his dick through the briefs. I felt him flinch at my touch but without protest. On my knees now, I was able to shift my position so that Jake got to feel the weight of my cock on his lips, still in the lycra and now semi hard. We continued like this for a few minutes, him nuzzling while I rubbed his sweet cock, before I shoved the briefs down his thighs, exposing a cute 3'' clitordick and tiny fury balls. At the same time I wrenched the trunks out of my crack and pulled them to one side so that Jake's nose was right in my hairy trench, lowering my ass to his face just as my mouth enclosed his tiny cock head. As I licked his nub his tongue began to feed on my trench, quickly getting into it and probing deeper, his concentration on my arse the only thing stopping him discharging his load. I wanted him to climb right in my manhole like a human dildo, shocked by how turned on I was with this little newbie and I began to push down harder on him and push my hole open further. The kid was really cleaning me out like a dirty pig pro but eventually we both got carried away, me pushing back too far and cutting off his air for a little too long, not recognising his panicky struggles and him blasting both balls into the back of my mouth (something I felt as they were both in my mouth along side his cocklet). As I swallowed that mini protein squirt I finally realised Jake's movements were now weak and his tongue had stopped excavating my manhole. I sprung off the dirty little fuck and hugged him to me as he came fully back to life. I kissed him, tasting my arse all over him as he told me how amazing it had been. I had to agree. "Now, can I see your PA?" he asked sweetly

Part 5. It was fairly late by the time I finally pulled out of Runner guy. Three loads of my kids now swimming around the faggy body of this guy that had somehow sired kids of his own in the past. I heard Jake closing his balcony door above as I got ready for bed so I knew he was safe and well without calling on him directly. That night I slept well, wondering whether my latest conquest would be rushing out for PEP or messaging me on BBRTS for more; it goes both ways tbh. The next day was another scorcher, so unusual for this Easter period. I could hear Jake's TV upstairs, more wrestling shows and I called up to him at one point, just to check he was ok. I'd decided to let us both cool down a bit in case I did anything he might regret and spent my morning and afternoon working out, catching up on Netflix and checking Grindr and BBRTS. Not much seemed to be happening on either so by 8pm I decided to take a run as the day had cooled a little. The park was practically deserted with just one or two other runners but there were a few figures lurking in the shadows down by the canal bridge. I pulled up, leaning against the bridge wall to tease out a knot in my hamstring and anything else that might need it. I could sense a bit of movement right under the bridge, an area that roughsleepers sometimes used, so I stepped into the gloom, eased my cock down the leg of my runners and began pissing like a horse just metres from where I could see a ratty looking young guy sat up on his sleeping bag. Instead of looking away or challenging me, he was staring at my cock which was quickly hardening. I took in his slim body, about 5'8'' and 120lbs, I guessed. His hair was still fairly short and he didn't look old at all. A new arrival I guessed, probably kicked out by his parents for something. My piss eased off but I kept my heavy cock hanging there for his pleasure, like a baited fishing line. His last chance to pull his gaze away, which he didn't take. I don't often fuck homeless guys, I'm not afraid of STDs but they are a hassle I can do without as they impact on my fitness, now and then, in a way in which my virus doesn't. This guy looked fresh though and I was even hornier than usual as I walked over to him. He stood up as I got to him and I spun him round so his back was to me, clamping my bicep round his scrawny neck as my other hand yanked down his sweat pants and surprisingly crisp CK boxers. I was already probing his tight hole with my PA as he squirmed in my grip, which I tightened a little. He didn't seem to be expecting this and was getting a little vocal. The chances of anyone hearing or caring were low but it seemed prudent to shut him up so I reached my big palm up to cover his mouth. In doing so, my bicep flexed a little against his neck and I could sense his movements lessening as I compressed his carotid. My cock swelled at the thought of how my muscle was dominating this little fuck and I flexed harder. He managed only a few weak struggles before falling fully limp and I wasted no time in slicing my cock fully into him, ripping him in the process, a feeling I love. I fucked him deadweight in my arms for a few strokes and then lowered him to the ground as he started to come round. I kept my arm in place and pinned him to hard earth slamming my full weight into him with each thrust. I used my bicep to keep him close to the edge of consciousness, which I think he appreciated as it numbed the pain he was clearly sustaining as I lost control. I wanted this fuck to smash this chicken up, not just to implant my death seed in him. His thin neck was like a weak sapling in my grip as I pounded blow after blow into his body, no doubt bruising him badly. maybe cracking something in that exposed rib cage, the thought of which turning me on even more. All too soon, for me, it was time to unload and I fired volley after volley into his broken body, quickly releasing his head and dragging my bloodied cock out of him as I stood up, only pausing to crouch and wipe my cock in his hair before tucking it into the mesh of my running shorts and jogging off home. At home, I showered and felt more relaxed than I had in days. I'd not felt that level of aggression in my fuck before but it had now passed. It seemed like a good time to check in on little Jake. He was still down - isolation, his parents and his meds all playing on his mind but clearly stoked to see me. He looked kind of worse for wear too but I bigged him up and gave him a beer and we talked a little. he really got into the positive mental attitude stuff that I have to deal in as a PT and I explained how meds can be a crutch if you aren't careful. Then we got onto his favourite subject; wrestling. "Do you still wrestle?" "Yeh, sure, now and then. It's not a job or anything" "You have the gear?" "yes" "Singlets or trunks?" "Both" "Can I see?" "Sure. But...it's two way thing" "Two way?" "Yep, you have to wear the gear too" "Me? Erm..." "That's the deal" he nodded meekly and I shuttled off downstairs, my mind racing. What to wear? For me I chose a pair of white trunks, medium, so three sizes too small, and for Jakey, well, for Jake I picked the briefs I'd worn that day with Soccer Boi out of the laundry basket - as yet unwashed. Downstairs again, I changed in his bathroom while he went to his room - accepting my explanation that my other wrestling gear was in my gym locker. The trunks really struggled to hold me in, pushing out my butt cheeks and package. I wasn't hard (amazing self control) but the PA was very clearly outlined against the lycra along with the rest of my bull cock, and an occasional glint from the leg hole could be seen as the trunks struggled to cope until I made a blatant adjustment with my hand. My self control was tested to the extreme as I got my first proper glimpse of his milky white, hair-free chest and pert little nips. A small snail trail, barely visible, tracked the centre of a non-existent tummy in to the loose waste-band of my beloved briefs. Once again, the copious material obscured his package and this time hung off his shapely little butt cheeks (the only thing keeping the briefs up). I licked my lips as he walked right up to me, the top of his head just above my own rock hard nipple. "wanna wrestle?", I asked him

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Fun-Day-Job = International IT Executive. Great career. Travel the world. I see both interesting and .... disturbing things in my travels. Keeps me humble. I do my best to help. And... I am appreciative that I am Canadian (eh!!)... I live a good life. Fun "but-not-job" - Keyboard Guy (PG1961 = Piano Guy). I've heard ALL the jokes about organs (yes, I am a pipe organist and have had some VERY cool experiences in churches internationally), pianos (again - some VERY cool experiences internationally - Schipol, Rome, Nashville, Toronto, Washington etc... very cool) harmonica and sax. Play in a band that covers everything .. classic rock (think Radar Love, Supertramp, Led Z., Deep Purple) country (Lady Antebellum, Johnny Cash), Canadiana (Blue Rodeo, The Hip, Gordon Lightfoot, Ian Thomas, 54-40), Steely Dan, Blue Oyster Cult.. OMG we have fun!!! What a great question!

Unemployed. In my opinion, one of the most interesting topics I've read on here. We are getting to see a whole new side of guys.

College professor

When I was nine, my 13yr old female babysitter got me. I liked it, so I've never really felt like I was molested.

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

My Name is Mikey – CHPT 8 - Pa and Brett Return: “Is that hole wet?” was generally the first thing Curtis asked me every morning before I kneeled by his chair while he injected with me with his drugs he called my ‘vitamins’. If my hole was wet, then he would fuck me, and if not, he would order me to get out to the booths or theater and, “Find some dick to wet that shit up!” ROXIES ADULT VIDEO STORE had a never ending supply of dick and as the weeks went on after the gangbang with Unc and his boys, I fell into a sort of daily routine of getting my shots, being fucked by Curtis, roaming ROXIES for more dick, getting high or drunk or both, getting fucked by Harold, getting high some more, taking some more dick, the occasional trip to the truck stop with AJ, and on and on. Curtis told me over and over, “The only thing you need to remember is tops have rights, bottoms have responsibilities and yours is to be a good sissy. And no matter what, you can always come back to me.” While Curtis made AJ charge any customers he fucked, my ass was free for the taking and Curtis explained it was an incentive to get folks coming in, paying the cover charge and buying tokens and shit in the store out front when they always knew there was an ass willing and able to take them At the time I didn’t really know, or care, I was forgetting who I was. I just lived in the moment, and knew who Curtis, Harold, and AJ were, and knew instinctively – and from repeated breedings – I was a sissy slut to be fucked and I LOVED IT. Anything about who I was or my life before ROXIES just sort of slipped away and was not anything I ever thought about really. All I did think about was sex and pleasing the men I was with. I craved and ached for dick and the drugs, and did my best to stay high, drunk, and with dick in my ass or mouth as much as I could. I quickly learned how to stay ‘clean and prepped’, that I could not drink hard liquor without getting totally fucked up, but with beer I could moderate it, and I loved any drug I was given to smoke, snort, or shoot and Curtis always seemed amazed at how much I could handle, as well as how tight my ass stayed even after being fucked like a whore. He was always surprised when I kept telling him I felt OK – well except for the crazy nightmares and headaches, but I didn’t tell him about those. Every day he asked me if I felt sick. I didn’t know why at first, but then overheard him and AJ mentioning the fuck flu and all the poz cum I had taken. One day I was bored and lonely as Harold had been sent to Houston to pick up a supply of drugs. With Unc’s “injuries”, Curtis’ local supply had dried up and after much arguing Harold had agreed to go and he would be gone two whole days. I was hanging out in the back of the theater after taking several loads up my ass, sitting on the stained and cum laden couch, smoking a joint, all alone as the place was dead, when the door opened and a huge shadow blocked out the light from the store. The guy closed the door and through the dim light and smoky haze I saw him come my way. As usual, I just had on a pair of denim shorts and nothing else, so figured there was no rush in getting naked and that if I had to I could be ‘fuck ready’ in 5 seconds. The big guy came and sat down on the couch beside me almost knocking the ashtray off the couch and he laughed as he quickly caught it, but not before some of the old butts fell onto the floor. He looked at me, smiled, “Curtis said you was back here,” he said. I nodded, angled my head, something about him seemed familiar, and my ass twitched, my cock got hard, and I suddenly wanted to be naked and fucked. “May I?” he asked as he pointed to my joint. I just nodded, handed it to him, and tried to figure out why my insides were fucking flipping out as he held the smoke then let it out my way. “HMMM, that’s good shit,” he said as he handed it back to me, smiled, then reached out and pulled his t-shirt off up and over his head. I automatically licked my lips at the sheen of sweat showing on his broad, black chest and my ass was no longer twitching, it was fucking spasming out of control! “Stand up,” the guy said, “Let me see that thick white ass again.” I set the last of the joint in the ashtray, stood up, then turned and asked, “Again?” He laughed, “What? Really? You don’t remember me? DAMN BOO! I know Curtis said he’s been shoot… um well... I…yeah guess you might not. I was here the night my cousin Unc and his boys had themselves a bit of a party and well let’s just say, you were the piñata on my happy stick!” I scrunched my face as I tried to remember that night, but it was a bit fuzzy and the guy laughed again, held out his hand, “Billy, just call me Billy. Now get those shorts off.” I quickly dropped my shorts, stepped in front of Billy who had spread his legs, backed up as close as I could and began to moan as he spread my cheeks and began to eat out the cum loads I had stored back there. Billy was slurping away and I was grinding my ass into his face when the theater door opened and someone else came in. Billy paused, looked to see who it was, “GET THE FUCK OUT,” he screamed. The guy ran back out the door like a scared cat and Billy started moaning again as he continued to eat my ass. After several minutes Billy paused, “Stay just like that,” he ordered, then I felt him shift a little on the couch, he took his left hand and placed it back on my ass and said, “Reach back. Open that ass up.” When I did I felt Billy’s thick fingers begin probing at my ass and an intense sharp burning as he dug his nails around, side to side, up and down, creating long, deep gouges. “I want that pussy ass to open like a rose bud in the spring time. Here, I got some stuff for you to snort, but fair warning, no matter how fucked up you good you WILL still feel me and I like that. I like hearing the pain, the ecstasy, the need, the desire, the fear, makes my shit hard. OK, turn around, get on your knees and suck my mother fucking dick real sloppy like.” I gasped in awe at the size of his dick when Billy pulled his pants down and while Curtis and Harold were well hung, as were a few of the others guys who came to ROXIES, Billy was HUGE! Billy took his BBC in both hands and squeezed down the length of the shaft. As he did, thick slimy gobs started to peak out of the quarter-sized slit in the head of his dick. I was mesmerized and Billy said, “Put that tongue out. I want you to taste and savor my toxic honey.” It was like acid on my tongue and I forced as much if his monster dick into my mouth as I could and gagged and Billy laughed, “Yeah, you like that boo, you fucking size queen! Just wait until I am back up in you, you will be purring like a kitten.” I pulled my mouth away from his dick and protested, “I’m not sure I can take that. You’re a fucking MONSTER!” Billy patted my head, smiled as he swung his dick back and forth slapping first one thigh then the next with his own dick and said, “I KNOW you can take it. I had your pussy lips snuggling right down to the root of my meat. True, maybe it did not happen willingly on your part, but even passed out for a bit as you was, your ass was milking me and begged for more every time I bottomed out. Once I had blown two loads in you and pulled out, that cunt was GAPING!” I just shrugged, and went back to working his dick best I could. My knees hurt and my jaws ached, but I kept sucking and slurping on his big black dick and just loved that he was uncut and his dick tasted funky. I had learned I hated washed dick that tasted like soap and there was nothing better than the smell and taste of a man’s dick the way it should be. “No, no, no,” Billy said as he pushed me away from his dick. My ass was on fire and I NEEDED to be fucked so bad, but Billy had other plans as he shoved his fingers back up my ass, then had me sit back down on the couch while he put one foot up on the couch and impaled my throat with his long dick. I fought at first, but Billy instructed me how to relax my throat, inhale quick breaths through my nose in time with his strokes, and with him totally standing on the couch now throat fucking, I was in heaven! I never knew sucking dick could be so amazing, and even though snot was running out my nose, my eyes were watering, spit was running down my chin and onto my chest, the feel of Billy’s dick impaling my throat and his wet balls slamming my chin – mixed with the constant edge of feeling like I could not breathe - was incredible. “There you are man, right on time, I was just teaching your sissy cunt here how to swallow that BBC right down to the eggs,” Billy said to someone, yet he did not let up. It was a few minutes more before Billy stopped pumping my throat, stepped down off the couch, and I was able to breathe in deep, raspy, gulps of air. I looked to the side and there was Curtis, his hard dripping dick in hand, jacking at what he just saw. Curtis tossed something at me – a latex hood from the store with small holes at the nose and a big hole for the mouth, “Put that on,” he ordered. I put the hood on as Billy and Curtis discussed their plan. Curtis said, “As agreed, we won’t show your face since you have contracts and shit and he will be masked as we don’t want folks to know – well like I told you – this is all DL. But fuck man, this video will get me big fucking money. You know how many nasty freaks will pay to watch a sissy cunt bottom get used? I wished I could have taped Unc and his boys. I already made Gucci off the vid shots of folks loading that pussy up in the video booths, now this? SHIIIIITTTT! OK, I got my good camera with the night vision, oh you want to load his ass with crystal? Yeah sure whatever. That’s it, let me get a close up shot of those thick fingers working the powder into that wet hole, getting it primed! OK great, now I am going to juice him up, this will amp him up so fucking much no matter what you do he will not pass out.” I wasn’t able to see, and after Curtis unloaded his needle in my arm it felt like my heart was going to rip itself from my chest. But all I focused on was Curtis saying that I was being videotaped and that really turned me on. That meant something wild and wicked was going to happen and I realized I was so tired of plain old vanilla dick. Even though Curtis was an asshole, I loved him fucking me rough and nasty, calling me his sissy cunt, and slamming me hard. It was like a need I could not define, being taken by him. Sex with Harold could be rough too, but in a very different way. It was more passionate I guess, more about our mutual pleasure, not just me being a hole. Anyways, Billy’s fingers were stuffing me again and I was ready to scream with how bad I needed to get fucked! Yet I still had to wait as Billy said the crystal needed a little time to ‘stew in that pussy’ before I could take ‘the Beast’ and so I sucked him some more in various positions, all the while Curtis was giving orders, before Billy got back up on the couch and choke fucked me again like he was before. I was in bliss. After a while Billy stopped, shoved even more crystal up my ass, I felt like I could barely stand and heard Curtis say, “OK, Victor is here, time to get this show on the road.” Who the fuck was Victor? Unseen hands grabbed me, pulled me off the couch, guided me to a cushion on the floor as Curtis told me to get on my hands and knees to get fucked doggy style. “No foreplay Victor, just do what you do. Be that nasty redneck fucker that you are and open that hole up!” Billy and Curtis were now talking shit as the new guy Victor forced his dick into my hungry ass and I grunted as he opened my hole. “Tell the camera what you want sissy? Tell them you need raw dick fucking you,” Curtis said. I didn’t know where the camera was due to the hood, so turned my head slightly towards the sound of Curtis’ voice and begged and pleased to be fucked by raw dick. Victor braced himself on my back, took a wide stance froggy style, and started to thrust his raw dick deep into my wet and drug filled ass. OMG that was fucking amazing! I started to babble and push my hips back trying to get him deeper as they all laughed and finally heard Victor speak as he said, “There you go, aha, that’s it – aaah – shit, slow push that ass back, feel me go all the way, tease that cock, you want some redneck baby batter?” I said yes over and over and as Victor ran his long fingernails down my back, gouging my skin he snarled, “I don’t believe you. Drain it, ride it.” I was bucking back on Victor’s dick as hard as I could and just as I felt the cold metal of a wedding band on his left hand grab my ass, Victor yelled, twitched, and his dick throbbed in my ass unloading a massive a mount of cum. Victor fell onto my back, breathing hard, he then spit at my head, slapped me once and said, “Damn faggot sissy,” and yanked his dick out making me arch my back. He then guided my chin up to find his half limp dick in front of my face. I eagerly opened my mouth and started nursing his dick, tasty his rank cum, my ass, the crystal, and more just as Billy’s fingers started to probe my wet hole. Curtis’s voice said, “This white sissy just took a nasty, raw, redneck dick with charged cum, now comes the real test, can that pussy take a true BBC? See those long nails on that finger moving in and out? Those nails be digging those ass walls, priming them to get coated, and see that powder? High-grade crystal. You already seen how hungry this slut is, now its prime time!” “You got to speak up sissy,” Curtis directed, “Let the folks watching know how much that beast dick hurts, what you feeling, what you need. You hear me?” I nodded and as Victor pulled his now hard dick out of my mouth I cried out as Billy started to push into my raw ass. Victor held me in place as Bill mounted me, my body trembled, every muscle tightened up as the shock of his size took hold. Billy had only a few inches of his thick dick in me when he reached forward, caressed my neck, leaned his weight down on me and whispered in my left ear, “Open that hole up boo, take a deep breath, remember what I taught you about sucking my dick? Same thing. Relax that pussy, let me do the work, that’s it, I AM GOING TO STRETCH YOU THE FUCK OUT AND BANG IT – YEAH TAKE IT SISSY – LET ME UP IN THERE – I OWN THAT WHITE PUSSY!” I had never been so filled, so opened, so – used – as I was right then. Curtis and Victor were both swearing and talking dirty now as Billy wrapped both arms around to keep me from running and dropped his full weight on me and thrust every inch deep up my ass. It felt like he was trying to climb inside me as his balls slapped my ass and his dick continued to open me up even wider. I could no longer form words and just as Billy predicted, literally began to purr in the way that only a bottom slut does when raw fucked to the max. When Billy started to shoot his first load I swear I could feel it right under my belly button as his dick head swelled and spurted. Curtis told him to pull it out to show that nutt, which Billy did – thankfully slowly – then when Curtis had his shot Billy went for round two. As my sloppy filled cum catcher took every inch of his gigantic black dick, Victor filled my mouth with his dick and like a freaky tag team, they both shot their second loads in me at the same time, and I was literally filled with dick and cum from end to end. I whimpered in need and desire for more when Billy and Victor’s dicks both slipped out of my holes. I heard Victor and Curtis leave, then Billy helped me stand up, pulled the hood off my head, and rubbed my body down like I was a horse that had just run a race. “Fuck boo, that shit’s good. Feels like real pussy, how you do that?” Billy asked. I just shrugged, reached back, grabbed his semi-hard dick, bent over, and backed up on it, making Billy quiver and moan as he gently tried to push me away. I knew he wanted more, so I pushed back harder and was soon begging for him to jump up deep in my cum filled ass and to fuck me as hard as he could. Billy growled, “You fucking slut” and grabbed my arm, slung me onto the couch with my face shoved into the back cushions as he lifted my right leg straight up, and slam fucked my ass. “I know how to bust a hole open, no, don’t you be pushing that hand back now trying to get me off – you asked for this slut – sissy cunt whore – you asked for this.” Billy fucked me for a while like that as I moaned and half-heartedly tried to push him off. He then pulled out, sat on the couch, and had me climb up on the couch, wrap my arms around his neck facing him, and crouch down. I squatted down until my asshole was just above his throbbing dick when he stopped me, cupped his hands under my ass and said, “STAY JUST RIGHT THERE. I’M GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN NOW!” I gasped as Billy slammed his dick up and into my waiting ass then yanked it back out. My legs shook, but I held tight to his neck as he looked me in the eyes and slammed me again. The smile on his face got wider with every thrust into me and he said, “That is some open pussy right there boo.” I blushed and asked, “Do you like it?” Billy laughed, let go of my ass and I dropped all the down on his dick as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “Oh yeah boo, now ride it for me, bounce on that dick, show me you want some more nutt.” I rode Billy’s dick like that for a long time before he finally came and when I pulled off his dick it was super shiny and slick and I licked him clean. Once he was dressed he slipped me a piece of paper, “This is my number. I fly back to LA tomorrow, but will be back soon. Keep that hole open, I plan to climb up in there again and if you ever need a ride or something, hit me up.” After Billy left I lay on the couch with my feet up on the end, fingering my cummy hole and stroking my dick. My eyes were closed as I imagined riding Billy’s rough, raw dick when suddenly the movie in the theater stopped, the room went dark, the door opened to the store and Curtis hollered, “Get out here.” I stumbled into the light and realized it must be late as the ROXIES was now closed. Curtis noticed my closed hand and said, “What the fuck is this?” as he unfolded the number Billy had given me. He snorted, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “Here is some more shit to smoke if you want. I got to get home to my woman, but I need you out here. Victor is coming back with a supply of laced blunts. You know that shit I had you smoke earlier? That was mixed with some other shit – anyways, he went out to his place to get my order and will be back in a while. Just answer the door, take the shit and lock up, alright?” I just nodded, took the blunts Curtis handed me, walked back into the theater, found the ashtray and lighter, walked out by the store counter, sat down on the cool tile floor and lit up. As I sat there looking around the store at the stacks of porn DVDs, racks of lace panties and shelves of leather toys and such, I heard this voice in my head say, “Where’s Mikey?” Mikey? Who the fuck is Mikey and who am I talking to? An echo? I suddenly had a massive headache and an itch in my skull, so I lit up, put my head back against the display case, and thought about how much I wished Harold was there to fuck me right now. I had started my second blunt when there was a loud knock on the front glass door. Not even caring that I was naked, streaked with dried cum, spit, and more, I casually set the blunt between my teeth, unlocked the door and opened it. Even thought it was night out, the man standing there had on black, wrap around sunglasses. He was wearing a knit cap that was black, and a black wife beater t-shirt with a pack of Marlboro cigarettes sticking out of the pocket and a sneer that showed some missing teeth. He was a white guy, very gaunt looking but pretty tan, with a stubble beard and as he stood there blowing cigarette smoke out of both nostrils of his nose like an angry bull in some cartoon, my wet ass clamped up and twitched. “So you going to let me in or make me stand the fuck out here all night,” he snarled. Victor. I recognized the voice. This was the guy who had fucked me with Billy earlier. My ass really twitched now. “Umm, yeah, come in,” I said. I held the door open as he brushed by me, then closed and locked it. I followed as he walked right back to Curtis’ office, dropped a large paper bag on his desk, shoved past me as he walked right back out to the front door. I scurried past him to unlock it for him and when I did he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside into the parking lot. WHAT THE FUCK – I WAS NAKED! I started to panic, but Victor laughed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement, stepped up to the back of a pickup truck that was parked right in front of the store and unlatched the tailgate and let it drop with a BANG! “Get that ass up there,” he said, “You need to learn that the real-dicked fuckers around here ain’t those boys you been letting climb up on you – no they ain’t – you need to offer up that rebel-yell pussy to some down home redneck, meth-filled dick, we’ll take care of it right.” As I climbed onto the tailgate, I frantically looked around, worrying someone might see, but quickly realized it was so late, no one was around, and the way the truck was backed up, unless you were right beside us, you could not see a thing. I laid back on the metal of the bed, edged my ass forward, cutting my thigh on a jagged piece of the tailgate. Once I was in position Victor wasted no time in shoving his hard dick into my cum filled ass while blowing one last blast of smoke out of his nose before rutting like the redneck bull that he was. Victor adjusted his angle a couple times before finding the way to best gut me, and then he started to pound my slut pussy nice and hard. Just as I was starting to relax and enjoy the ride, I heard the sounds of a car with a missing muffler pull up, and two car doors shut. I quickly tried to sit up but Victor slapped me hard and said, “Lay the fuck down! Pull that tarp over your face and shut the fuck up.” I did as he said and listened as two guys joined him and as he told them this was the hole he had lined up. The first guy’s dick was average in size but he moaned louder than me being fucked by Billy as he thrust in me raw and quickly shot his load. The second guy was bigger, but barely lasted as he too rammed my raw ass and bred me. The tarp over my face smelled like dead fish, but I left it there until I heard the car pull away, felt Victor pull me a bit closer to the edge, and wedge his dick back inside me. “Time to get down to business,” he said before taking his sweet time to work my hole and implant me with more redneck babies. When he was done, Victor pissed up my ass, making my guts hurt and bloat and making me miss Harold again as that was his domain. I was pulled off the truck and forced to lick his dick before Victor led me back inside ROXIES, then turned and walked to his truck as I stood in the door with my guts and ass full of his piss and cum and needing more. I was so drugged up on meth and other shit, I could not sleep and literally jumped on AJ when he opened the store up the next morning and had him ride by ass before Curtis got in. Even then I was not done and bent over Curtis’ desk and begged for him to breed me as soon as he gave me my shots. I was still horned, took a couple more dicks in the booths, then Curtis came and found me and told me I needed to crash for a bit and gave me a pill and some water. I assumed he wanted me rested for when Harold got back, so happily obliged and was woken up several hours later with his dick grinding up my hole as he fucked me on Harold’s bed, telling me as he nutted in me that I needed to come back to him. When he was done, Curtis had me lick his dick clean, then stand up, then he hugged me tight, gave me a long, wet, passionate kiss which he never did, shared an intense blunt with me and then said, “Come on.” I was wet, and feeling the drugs when Curtis led me to one of the booths. There was a man already waiting, white guy with longish hair, so I stepped in, closed the door, and he said, “Hi sissy. We’ve missed you.” He dropped his shorts and fed me his dick while I wondered what he meant. As I sucked him, he stepped me back so my ass was against the gloryhole and I felt a nice hard dick poke through and using Curtis’ cum slide right inside. I was being double stuffed and enjoying it when the man I was sucking asked, “Want to swallow for me sissy? Gag on my dick? Damn they taught you well – oh fuck! You milking me! Jesus Christ you pulling that nutt right the fuck out!” Of course I was, what did he expect? As I tasted his vile load, the guy fucking me jerked, his dick paused, and I felt his load inside me. When they finished I pulled up my shorts, the man I sucked opened the door, and some young guy stepped in along with Curtis. The guy hugged me, Curtis smiled and said, “This is your – this is Pa, and Brett. You need to go with them now.” I didn’t understand, what did he mean? They just looked at me with stupid fucking grins on their faces as the older guy said, “Well come on, we got to get a move on. The state fair will be starting soon over in Texas and you need to work that carney dick.” I stood where I was. Curtis sighed, “Can you give us a moment, I told you, may not be easy. We’ll be right out.” The two guys left, the younger one looked back, smiled, and gave me a two finger wave. I looked at Curtis, the hurt and confusion all over my face. Curtis gently held my face in his hands as tears started to form in my eyes, “I know you don’t understand, but you need to go with them right now. Pa and Brett – well they’re your family – you were just here visiting, that’s all. Remember?” I didn’t of course, and grabbed Curtis tight and begged and pleaded, “No, please don’t send me away. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I’ll be a good sissy. No, please. I want to stay here, with you, and Harold, and… please.” Fuck I was full on blubbering at this point and felt so stupid. As Curtis continued to kiss me through my tears, he unbuttoned my shorts, they dropped to the floor, he shut the booth door, opened his pants, turned me around and slid balls deep in one stroke. I sighed. Curtis whispered in my ear as he fucked, “Remember, cum makes the best lube, you are an amazing sissy with a pussy that won’t quit and come back to me – come back to us.” With a final deep thrust Curtis gave me another load, sighed, pulled out, told me to get dressed and I followed him outside. There was a beat up RV in front of ROXIES and the guys named Pa and Brett were standing in front of it, smoking, pacing back and forth. When they saw me Brett dropped his cigarette, ran around, jumped in and started it up, dark smoke billowing from the back. Pa walked up to Curtis, shook his hand, and said, “We good man?” Curtis looked at me, smiled tenderly, and said, “We’re good.” Curtis turned and walked back inside as Pa wrapped his arm around me, guided me to the RV, and as soon as the door was shut Brett put it in gear and we pulled out of the parking and ROXIES was quickly out of view. Pa roughly shoved a hand down the back of my shorts and felt my cummy hole, “Oh yes, I been missing that hole you sissy. Come on back to the bed, let’s see what else you learned while you’ve been away cause I am going to pimp that hole out to every carney and horny fucker I can find at the state fair!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 9: The Road Trip Part 1 **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

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