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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.

wow - the club was busy tonight and we had to search around a bit before eventually finding Becky with her 3 female friends however it was standing room only. I still felt like i was buzzing from the spliff i had earlier and i felt hot - thank gawd id chosen to wear a cotton short sleeved shirt. Everyone had their drinks in hand already so Brandon asked what i was drinking and offered to buy me a coke,surprised i didn't want something stronger then i sort of whispered to him id had a spliff before i came out - he laughed and off he headed to the bar. And then the crying started again with Becky and saying she felt sick she quickly disappeared off to the toilet with her 2 female friends leaving one with me for company - Brandon was back just as quick as he got preferential treatment getting served by Paul - i told him Becky was off again crying and he just raised his eyes. The female friend left with us said Becky was just upset about splitting up with Brandon but would be fine but of course I already knew that as I'd listened to it most of the week and without sounding insensitive she needed to get it together as we were supposed to be there for a good night. Brandon made conversation and every so often he would wave across to the bar when he saw Paul looking over at us. Paul would give a wave back and each time i smiled and blushed. Time was passing quickly and just over an hour later Becky was still gone with her 2 friends and the female left with us was away chatting to other folk by then. I was starting to feel like I shouldn't have been there and it got to the point where i mentioned this to Brandon. "Don't worry about it Adam," he said, "as Paul will be finished in another 15 minutes or less." As Becky still wasn't back in our company and our first drinks were finished, we decided to head outside for a cigarette as its not like she would notice we were gone anyway . It was good to get out in the fresh cool air but instead of standing out front with all the other smokers Brandon suggested we nip down the lane at side of the club for what he called "a proper smoke." Another spliff would be fine right now i thought. We got down the lane and stood in a dimly lit recessed doorway which had a staff only sign on it. We could see up the lane but it was dark enough for anyone not to see us looking down. Brandon's mobile phone rang and it was Paul saying sorry that he would have to work another 20 minutes. Brandon then asked me what else I'd tried besides weed and I said nothing and had only smoked weed now and again. He grinned ear to ear and asked if I'd tried Tina. Again I replied,"no." As he fished about in his trouser pocket before producing what looked like a small glass pipe and small bag of white stuff that looked like powder. "You can try some now if you want and I'm sure you will like it way more better than weed." Then he laughed. "Cool," I said, "But i need to piss first." Kinda pee shy, I walked out the doorway and about 10 feet further down the lane with my back to him. I proceeded to pee against the wall. It felt great. Getting back to the doorway Brandon had already filled his pipe with some white stuff and was lighting the bulb at the end - he took a big inhale of the white smoke and blew it out in a huge cloud. "Nice," he said, "your turn now" as he heated it up more explaining to me to inhale it deep then hold it before blowing out. I then found the pipe at my lips and done as he had told me. "You're going to love this," he said as i let out a huge cloud which floated off into the night. "Another," he said holding the pipe right back at my mouth. I again inhaled deeply and thought "fuck me this feels good" as my body started to tingle and my heart beat faster. "Hope I don't get sick," I said as weed has done that to me before when I've taken too much. By now i was starting to tingle allover but felt a horniness i couldn't explain. My ass was tingling too and i thought perhaps it was because id douched earlier. I then blurted out to Brandon my ass felt good as I'd douched earlier, and he just said, "another one" as the pipe met my lips again. "Paul will be here very soon and he will want you looking your best," he said before laughing again. I was starting to feel like i wanted fucked as my ass was driving me crazy tingling. Again i blurted it out to Brandon what i was thinking and without a care or any blushing too. I felt great more than I'd ever felt before. This Tina was awesome and i said it out loud "fuck me this feels good." "Does Paul smoke it too," i asked to which Brandon nodded yes and said, "he would also booty bump you with it too." Then laughed out loud. He obviously thought I knew what a booty was but a bump I hadn't a clue so again i blurted out asking "what is a booty bump?" and followed it up with "please show me." He looked at his watch and said, "Paul will be here in 5 minutes, but I can show you if we are quick." "I want shown everything," I said." He looked up the lane then down and got his baggie back out. "Only if you are sure," he said before explaining a little white stuff would be rubbed inside my ass. "The way i felt right now with my tingling ass, I'd have anything up there," I blurted out unashamedly, and even I laughed. I opened my belt up, unzipped and lowered my trousers just enough to expose my ass. I knew this was Becky's ex here with me but he was straight so didn't mind him seeing my ass, and I'd be rubbing it up there myself I thought. Besides i was well douched so my hole would be nice and wet inside still, "Show me," I said. Brandon sucked the tip of one finger and pushed it into the baggie, so I assumed he was going to have that one for himself. But he then told me to bend over and pull my cheeks apart to expose my hole. His finger looked well coated with the white powder. "Fuck me," I though as it was a surreal moment having a straight guy ask to see my hole, but i honestly didn't care as I'd known Brandon a long time now. I bent over, and just as quick his finger was deep inside my ass. He was circling it around and around inside me, and it just kept feeling better and better. A slight burning started so i asked him to keep going and kinda pushed my hole back onto his finger almost begging. He got it deeper inside me and rougher. "Please don't stop," I begged. Then it felt like a second finger was getting inserted into me still circling alongside the other and by this time I'm really wanting fucked as the feeling is driving me crazy like i could climb the wall. He didn't let up and like i thought my hole was really wet as i could hear it. Then his phone rang. "Fuck dont answer it," I thought, and i blurted it out. He said it was Paul so he had to answer which he did after withdrawing his fingers. I'm still standing there half bent over like a slut wanting fucked hard and I hear Brandon saying to Paul "Adam wanted to smoke some tina and have a booty bump. So he is ready for you, and he has the most beautiful ass you've ever seen and a wet hole that is needing fucked badly." He laughed out loud to whatever Paul had replied to him before shutting his phone off . He then said, "You do want fucked don"t you?" I said, "I want fucked really badly!". "Paul will be out in 5 minutes but said its okay for me to fuck you while we wait." I couldn't figure if i was hearing right, but I stayed bent over expecting him to start fingering my hole again. Instead he unzipped and pulled his cock out saying, "Look - this is what you want isn't it?" I looked down towards his cock and he had the most beautiful looking cut cock I had ever seen. I blurted out, "That's beautiful" and followed it up with "Please fuck me Brandon. Please fuck me hard. I need it badly!" By this point I didn't give a fuck who or where Becky or even Paul was. I just needed Brandon's hard 9 inches deep inside me, and that's exactly what I got for the next 5 minutes. No condom either and it never even crossed my mind to ask. Well, it did but i didn't care. just needed fucked. Brandon pushed inside me all in one go balls deep, and I pushed back hard onto him to get it even deeper. It felt so fucking good. I then reached back to hold onto him and pull him closer. "Please fuck me hard," I said, and he did like a jackhammer while reaching across with a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as he plowed me deep in and out like a piston. I was absolutely loving it and the noises my hole were making as he slid in and out of my guts deep. "Please don't stop. baby," I blurted out and he laughed. "You have a beautiful arse Adam and you are so wet like a pussy. If I'd known before now then I'd have been coming round the past 6 months for you and not Becky." I took that as a compliment. His pounding got rougher, and I knew he was gonna cum. I blurted out, "Please fill me up Brandon. Fill me up with your spunk!" This sent him over the edge, and I felt his pulsating cock start to unload inside me as he let out moans of pleasure. Just then whilst Brandon was still inside me, we heard the door unlock from the inside. Fearing getting caught he pulled out quickly and zipped up leaving me to try manage to get myself half decent looking. It was fine as Paul's head appeared in view. "Having fun with Tina are we," he asked and he leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I could see Brandon grinning ear to ear with the side of my eye, and I said, "i Love tina." "Good! Lets get home then. I'm driving," Paul said pointing over at a car parked down the lane. I then caught a glimpse of him winking at Brandon and they both laughed.

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

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.

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

It does happen. Before I really got into barebacking, a number of tops had to fish condoms out of my whole after they'd slipped off entirely. Of course none of them ever mentioned that it had slipped off until after they'd cum in my ass while unprotected. And of course each time it happened I'd realize that the direct skin on skin contact felt so much better, even as I'd be freaking out about possibly having been pozzed. But I'm very pleased that your bottom reconsidered his insistence that you wear a condom.

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 😄

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

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

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.

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4. The Skeleton's Pipe "Come on," Seth said, motioning for me to follow him. I was still stuck in the sling, and I didn't have any idea how I got out of it. I did my best, and managed to climb out with some grace. Jon was watching me and smiling. He had gotten rid of the tank top; his muscles were now framed by a dark maroon leather harness. His muscles and face were highlighted with red now. He still looked like a devil, and the transformation was stunning. I would have gladly sold my soul just for the briefest taste of his cock. "You're really hot," he said. I stood up from the sling, and under Jon's careful gaze, my knees buckled and I fell on my ass. "Here," he said, offering me his hand. He was trying not to smile. I grabbed it, and he pulled me back up, and right up against him. His body was hard and hairy and warm, and I loved how it felt pressed against me. "We're going to have so much fun today," he said, before leaning in and giving me a long kiss. "Leo?" Seth asked; he was a little annoyed by Jon's flirting with me. "Yes," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. He turned to me. "So much fun," he said, before turning back to Seth. "He's in the library. Told him to get comfortable." "How many are we expecting tonight?" "Maybe twenty," Jon said. "I'll get enough," Seth said. "Sounds good." Jon finally released me, gave me a slap on the ass, and pointed me towards Seth. I followed Seth; he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes; I was a bit self conscious of wearing little more than a jockstrap. Although, the way my hole was twitching for more dick was far more embarrassing to me. "Here," Seth said, stopping in front of an old, heavy oak door. He saw me staring at it. "JP saw it in France, and had to have it. Anyway, Leo's really cool. You'll like him." He opened the door; it was even thicker than I expected. The room was dimly lit, and lined with books. In the middle was a large table, surrounded by leather chairs. In one corner, was another leather sofa and armchair, along with the seemingly ubiquitous small bar. Sitting on the sofa was a human skeleton. "Damn," Seth said. The skeleton got up; as he moved, I realized he just had a drawing of a skeleton done in black across his skin. I could see the slight bleed of the ink on the skin; it was just a costume. "That's amazing." "I know," the skeleton said. He was nearly six feet tall, and had a hairy chest, and with a light brown goatee. He was wearing a jock strap although I could see the outline of a thick dickhead through the fabric. "A customer is an artist and did it for me in exchange for a teener." "It's really hot," Seth said. "This is Kenta," he continued, pushing me forward to Leo. "He's a new friend of ours. And Kenta, this is Leo, a long time friend of ours." "In other words," Leo started, smiling. "I'm their dealer. Pleased to meet you." He looked me over. I tried not to blush as he spun me around, and stared at my ass. "And I'm very happy to meet you," he said. He turned to Seth. "He parties?" "Just starting out," Seth said. Leo had grabbed my ass, and I had arched my back. It was almost a reflexive reaction; ad it felt like the right thing to do. I wanted to show off my ass to Leo. Seth chuckled, and continued. "He likes you." "He's a nice one." Leo turned me back around. "You like to blow clouds?" he asked. "Blow clouds?" I asked. I had seen that in guy's profiles online. But I had never asked what it meant. "You've never partied with tina before, have you?" Seth asked. "Tina? No." I felt like a prude in front of these men. "But I could try?" I asked. He two men smiled as I said it, and I knew it was the right thing to do. I hadn't chickened out in front of them. "That's the spirit," Leo said. He sat back down and patted the sofa next to him. "Join me. I'll get you started. Then, if you like it, we can do some more." I got on to the sofa. The skeleton ink on Leo's face was a bit unnerving. It was both scary and exciting, a bit like the entire night had been. "And you?" Leo asked, turning to Seth. "What's the day's order?" "How much for fifty?" "Two point five," Leo replied. From his backpack, he had pulled out a cigar torch, and a long pipe made out of clear glass. At one end was a sphere with a small opening at the top. "This is a glass pipe," Leo said to me. "1750," Seth replied. "Two," Leo said to Seth. "Done. Let me get that for you." "And this one, he'll be on the house." "Perfect," Seth said. "You take care of him." Seth walked to a back corner of the library, walking through a shelf of books weirdly ajar. "Watch," Leo said. "And then I'm going to shot gun you." I nodded. I had done a shot gun a few times with my ex-boyfriend. It was a good excuse to make out. Leo held the torch under the pipe. "Keep the bowl low. And not too hot," he said. The white crystals in the bowl began to melt, and quickly, the bowl filled with a thick white cloud. "And then, slowly inhale," he said, as he put the pipe to his lips. He inhaled, always letting the bowl stay full. His body shuddered as the drugs filled his lungs. I was scared. The evening was going faster and further than I had expected, but, at the same time, it felt great. Jon, JP, Cal, Seth, and now Leo, they were all hot men, and I wanted each of them inside me. Now, one of them was offering me a hit of some new drug. I hadn't thought to ask what it really was, before he leaned, pressed his lips against mine, and exhaled. I took his hit. There was a slight chemical taste to it, and maybe a trace of bitterness. But then his tongue pressed into my mouth, and I could only taste his tobacco residue. It didn't matter. I wanted anything he gave me, from the diaphanous cloud soaking into my lungs, to his tongue, and hopefully soon his cock. "Now hold it for a second," he said, as he broke off the kiss. He hadn't given me the whole hit; he immediately exhaled a thick cloud. He reached down with one hand and adjusted himself. "God damn. This stuff makes me so horny." My empty, hungry asshole twitched in agreement. I had done only one hit of the drug, but already, I felt my mind racing. Before I did the hit, I was horny. Now, sexual pleasure defined my very being. All I wanted was to fuck, and I had to fuck as many men as possible. "You can exhaled," Leo said. "I can tell. You really like that?" I exhaled the hit. It seemed small compared to what Leo had just exhaled. "That's a good beginning," Leo said, acknowledging just how little I had done. "Now it's time for one on your own." Before I could say anything, he stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Let it first warm up," he said. He held the torch under the bowl, and it quickly crackled and smoked from the heat. "Now, inhale slowly. Don't stop until I tell you too." I followed his instructions, letting the thick cloud fill my lungs. I had felt really comfortable and connected earlier, and now this was making me feel sleazy and slutty. Getting fucked by Leo was inevitable, and I welcomed it. "Keep on," Leo said, pushing me on only my second hit. Finally, Leo pulled the torch away. He let me inhale for a few more seconds, and then took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, before sticking the pipe in his own mouth, and inhaled. We both held our hits for a while, savoring how the chemical was making us feel. "That's good," he finally said, and we exhaled. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "Really good," I said. It was hard not to play with myself. I was so horny all of a sudden. "Really, really horny." "That's natural," he said. He was playing with his bulge again. "Nothing gets me harder than a bit of crystal." "Crystal?" I asked. "Yeah. Tina. Crystal. Same thing," Leo said. I had heard about crystal. It was a horrible drug that would wreck your life. But that was nothing like what I was feeling. This wasn't what people had told me, and now I wasn't sure what to think. Leo helped me think. "Want one more hit?" he asked. "I'm going to do one." "Sure," I said. We repeated the same ritual, Leo with the lighter, me with the pipe. It felt good. So did the second one we did right after that. "Fuck," I finally managed. I had been rubbing my dick through the jockstrap. I was really turned on, but yet, my dick was stubbornly soft. Leo noticed. "Yeah. Tina-dick. It happens. Don't worry about it." I was leaning back a bit, arching my back so I could play with my hole. "Can I?" Leo asked, as he reached down and ran a finger around my hole. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Fuck," I repeated. He was teasing my hole, and pressing his finger, before pulling it back out. "See you've already been fucked," he said. He held up his finger; I could see a glob of white spunk at the tip. He licked it up. He savored the sperm, then smiled. "Yeah. Seth," he said. "Fuck I want to get inside you." He reached down and pulled his dick out. It was at least as thick as Seth's cock, and an inch longer. I was glad that Seth had opened me up. "Another hit," he said. "Before you take this." "Yeah," I said. "Please." "Get on my lap first," Leo said. He helped me get in to position. I was kneeling over him, and the tip of his cock was just brushing against my hole. It tickled my hole. I tried to lower myself onto his dick, but although it was plenty hard enough, Leo grabbed and stopped me. "Not yet. Let's do a hit." He put the pipe in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. It heated quickly. "Now," he said. I inhaled like he had taught me, slow and steady, letting the thick clouds fill my lungs. "That's it. It's gonna feel really good." I sucked a bit more, then he took the pipe from me. "Hold that while I do my hit." Leo took several long draws on the pipe, as I held my breath. "Now," he said. I exhaled. Leo grabbed my waist, and just as had emptied my lungs, pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled his hit into me; I was so starved for oxygen that I took it. At the very same time, Leo was pressing his cock into me. I tried to gasp, but he still had his lips against mine. His cock filled me up. He was thick and hard, and there was a bit of discomfort as I struggled to get used to it. But then the most recent hits of crystal started to kick in. It reminded me how much I loved getting fucked, and how good it felt to be finally fucking raw. It was hard to reconcile how good I was feeling with all the messages I had gotten growing up. Sex felt amazing. Crystal was amazing. Bareback was safe. Plus, dear god, bareback felt so much better. There was no way I could have taken Leo with a rubber. But raw, it was like a dream. Finally, Leo released his lips from mine. I immediately exhaled, and it was a thick white cloud of crystal. "Fuck," I moaned, as Leo's curly brown pubes tickled my ass. "Fuck," I repeated. "Hell yeah," Leo said. We kissed. His bushy goatee was surprisingly soft against my face. "Hot hole." He slid out a few inches, then pressed back in. In the quiet of the library, I hear Seth's sperm slosh around Leo's dick. "Well," Seth suddenly said. I turned, and he was standing there with a thick envelope. He was stroking his dick with his other hand. "Looks like you guys are getting to know each other." "Yeah," Leo said. "Fucking hot hole." "And wet, sounds like," Seth said. "Oh, yeah," Leo said. He slid his dick another inch into me. My toes were curling in pleasure; I didn't care that the host of the party was watching me get fucked by a guest. I didn't care that I was blindingly high. I didn't care it was the second raw cock I had taken. I just loved that I was getting fucked. "He's hungry." "Yeah. Hey. I've gotta deal with something. It's all here. And you give the boy what he needs." He put the envelope on top of Leo's backpack, then leaned in and kissed me. "I'll be back soon enough. You and Leo have a good time." "Yeah," I said. I turned back to Leo, who was smiling at me. "I know what you need," he said, as Seth stepped out of the library, and closed the door behind him. "Just fuck me," I said. I clenched my ass around his cock. It felt like it was meant to be there. "Another hit, and a then good, hard fucking," he said. "Please," I said. "Just give it to me."

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

About 2 hours ago, got tag-teamed by 2 black men at their place. They took turns pounding my ass hard and having me suck them off like the nasty slut I am. They finished one up my ass and one down my throat then let me beat off and lick my fingers clean.

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

Chapter 2: Beer and Bros The water felt refreshing as it ran down my naked body. The HR on boarding process was brutal, and my bicycle ride home was hot. The water was lulling me into a haze, and I was beginning to forget myself. My cock was getting fatter, and I began to fist it while I tweaked my right nipple on my well defined pec. Suddenly I heard the door to the apartment close, and I was pulled back from my haze. Shit. I forgot about Chase. I rinsed myself one last time, and turned the shower off. As I was drying off, I yelled from the bathroom, "Sorry, Chase! I'm nearly ready." I heard Chase open a beer. "No sweat." He chuckled. "Actually, a lot of sweat. It's hot as fuck in here." I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, which gave me a glimpse of Chase. He was sweating through his white button down shirt. The sweat was making a v pattern from his muscular shoulders to the middle of his chest. I could see right through it. He smiled at me, and looked me up and down as I passed into the bedroom to put clothes on. What was happening? Was I imagining the longer looks, the craned neck in the bathroom, the once over just now? If so, why would I imagine this? If not, did I just invite a sweaty gay dude up to my apartment for beers? I threw on some running shorts and t-shirt. "Yeah, there's nothing like showering away the sweat, only to get out and sweat more." I came out of the bedroom, and ushered Chase to sofa. He handed me a beer on the way over, and I cracked it open. Chase sat down, and looked up at me. "Well, at least we look good doing it. Cheers." There it was again. Did he just say that I looked good sweaty? I forced out a laugh, "Yeah. Cheers." I took a long chug from the beer. I was hot as fuck, and this was a little awkward. "That's delicious. What are we drinking?" "It's a double IPA from Hinesburg, you know, one of those hazy, juicy New England IPAs." "A double IPA? They're usually a little too malty for my taste, but this is fantastic. I should watch out." And yet I took another swig--it was just so damn hot, and this was cold and refreshing. "So tell me about yourself, Chase." Chase is an English teacher, and he got a job teaching 8th grade at the middle school. "It's not my first choice, but it's a good gig, and sooner or later I hope I can move up to the high school." "Oof. Yeah, middle schoolers are so awkward." "So awkward, it's painful at times. While I do love teaching, the real reason I'm here is because I got a job as the head football coach at the high school." "Ah. That explains your body." Jesus. Did that fall out of mouth? "Sorry, I mean, well...you're built like a brick house. I mean you look great." What was I saying? Stop. right. now. Chase looked me directly in the eye, and gave me that warm smile. "Thanks. I can't say I feel great right now. Your apartment is a furnace." "Yeah, do people in Vermont have AC's? It never occurred to me how hot the summer can get, especially being on third floor. I think I may have to break down and get a window unit." "I agree. Until then, do you mind if I take off my shirt? This wet cotton is uncomfortable." I swallowed the rest of the beer down. "Uh, sure." Chase got up and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a chiseled body with hard lines everywhere. His chest hair spread out across his hard, wide pecs, and then swooped down into a V that lead to a trail which disappeared beneath his waistband. He threw his shirt over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and got two more beers. As we sat there sharing stories from our lives, and guzzling down a few more beers, I too, sweat through my t-shirt. "I look ridiculous being the only one here that's shirtless. Plus that shirt is soaked. Won't you join me?" I was drunk at this point, and Chase's logic made sense. I stood up, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, I began to stumble." "Whoa! Whoa!" cried Chase. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist, and with his other arm, he finished yanking the shirt off of me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, and it felt good. As our wet, slick bodies pressed against each other, something was awakened deep inside of me. I stayed in his embrace for a few seconds too long. I backed away, and sat back down. "Um. Sorry. Those double IPAs are strong!" "Yeah, they really are. I'm pretty drunk myself. I don't think I'm going to be able to drive home tonight. I bought a little house in Richmond on 10 acres, and it's about a 30 minute drive. I'm not even sure if Uber goes out that far. Do you mind if I crash here?" So I was sitting in my living room with a shirtless god, we're both drunk, and I was constantly wondering whether or not he was gay. And now he was asking if he could stay the night. Honestly, I was feeling so good, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, so I heard myself saying, "Of course!" "In that case, should we have another beer?" "Definitely." When I came back from the refrigerator, Chase was down to his black briefs. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. I was getting swamp ass in my pants." "Cheers." I handed him a beer. He looked me over again. "You know, you have such a great body. What do you do to keep that fit," asked Chase. "I swim, lift, and run." "I'm impressed. I also love your style. Simple and chic." I laughed. "You like my style right now," I asked looking down at my almost naked body. "Especially right now." There it was again. Even drunk, I was certain Chase just hit on me. It felt good. Usually I was the one who hitting on the girl. "You know Lucas, I watched you walk into that conference room today, and from the moment you removed your mask, and grinned at me, I have been wanting to kiss you." I could feel my heart beating in my head. "I'm...um, you know...I'm not." As I was forming the words, Chase slipped off the couch, and in one swoop landed his lips right onto mine. And the thing is...I loved it.

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

PART 17 It ended up taking three days to ge to Ron’s house. They had really worked me over and my hole was just too raw. But by day three, it felt better and i had also had three days to think about it. Three days of lusting for him when i was horny and then guilt when I’m wasn’t. Guilt at knowing i was letting him inside me raw. Guilt that i had pretty much begged him to fuck me, even after he had told me that he was hiv positive and wouldn’t pull out once he was in me. Guilt that i had felt like i just needed his cum inside me, even if he hiv. Maybe even more because he had hiv. And then the guilt would turn to lust and i would relive that moment of him rubbing my hole with his cock head, smearing Precum all over it. Him slowly working his way in until he was sliding in and out, balls deep. Balls deep. Announcing he was ejaculating in my guts, balls deep. Feeling a little stab of pain as his cock punched deep but being so proud to take all of him inside me, to know he gave me all of himself and was as deep as he could be when he shot his cum. When he bred me. I finally understood it. For Ron and Tom and guys like them, i was basically a virgin. And i couldn’t have a baby but i could have hiv. If they give it to me. And every load, every time they let go inside me and pumped their cum into me, they were giving me their cum, the seed that would breed the hiv in my body. And somehow, i seemed to want this baby inside me. But i didn’t. But i kept letting it happen. It only takes one time and i had already taken enough loads to get a room full of guys positive. But i didn’t want it. I kept telling myself that. And this inner battle kept going on for the whole three days. Telling myself this is crazy and stop now and maybe you will be ok. And then obsessing over the feeling of the poppers, of my hole all slick and wet with lube, of the full feeling of a cock inside of me, but mostly of the moment where Tom and Ron were telling me they were cumming. Of that feeling and how powerful it was mentally, how proud i felt for making them cum and for letting their pleasure override the stab of pain when they slid into me. Earning the load mattered. It mattered so much. And even though i felt ashamed when i called him, it didn’t matter. Shame didn’t matter. Ron said he had saved his load knowing i would call. It’s hard to tell just how much those words effected me. How much it made me want to be a good bottom for him. How he had saved it for me and if i pleases him and was good, he would let me have it. And i wanted it. I wanted it more than anything. Ron, who was old enough to be my dad and who had looked me in the eyes and told me had hiv had saved up his load and wanted me to have it again. And i was driving to his house.

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

As my alpha cock slurped down the runt's weak seed, he collapsed between my huge thighs - each one dwarfing his torso. I gave him a quick squeeze, causing him to cry out before quickly getting up to my knees and shifted the kid so that he was lying face down. "I'm going to work my fat cock into your guts and in the process my body is going to crush and compress yours. I'll squeeze any resistance out of you". I was thinking of the events that had meant that I'd had to slip out of my curfew anklet before coming over to this kid's place. This time, there was no one to stop me and I could go as far as I wanted. While I was distracted by my plans the kid had slowly started to wriggle away. It was the cutest, most pathetic sight, his pearly white arse (a dark, gaping "O" at it's centre) was shuffling from side to side as he inched slowly across the bed. I simply shuffled over to him, my belly raised high and then secured him by letting my gut rest on his back (just my belly, nowhere near my full weight). Suddenly, he was immobilised and with a flex of my cock I was able locate myself in his gape. I thrust forwards, easily placing my whole length in him without any apparent pain on his part. My cock was surrounded by a warm, wet looseness which I was enjoying but not as much as.... ...I let my full weight fall onto the kid. he audibly crumpled, as I compressed him under me. I let myself settle for a few seconds before raising up and crashing back down as i thrust in his runty wetness. This time, I felt rather than heard as his body broke a little more and my fuck squeezed the life out of him. I wasn't rushing this, I wanted to savour every thrust, but I knew he couldn't last very long as there's no way he was breathing with 410lbs on his back, besides I was getting pretty worked up already. Thinking about my climax and the best way to make use of this gift from heaven I decided that I needed some further reaction from Jake if I was to work my toxic load into his ruined body. Reaching under my sweat soaked body, I found his little head, neatly nestled in my cleavage. My forearm tucked up under his chin as I felt my balls tense up a little. There was no reaction from Jake though I thought I heard a noise somewhere in his flat, increasing my urgency. "gonna break your scrawny neck you dumb little fuck".... I squeezed a little tighter "so close now Jake...time to end you". I squeezed tighter still and a part of the kid somehow managed to struggle exciting me greatly with its weakness. My juices began pumping into him as I tensed further, just as I heard another voice in the room....

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

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

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

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.....

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

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: CODY UNLEASHES THE BEAST WITHIN ME We had another event about a month later, and Cody was on the card again. This time, I kept my distance and let him enjoy his evening by mingling with other fans and wrestlers – I noticed a lot more gay men were buying his t-shirts and taking photos with him before the show, no doubt the result of his last match’s immediate popularity on YouTube. I also let Cody wear his regular spandex trunks for his match this time, which meant less of a risqué show for the crowd. But just for my own sadistic enjoyment, I secretly instructed his older, beefy “heel” opponent – Joe, a 6-foot-4, 40-something, burly, hairy, muscle god -- to pull out all the stops with real-life low blows and punches to young Cody’s dick and balls. Watching the match from a distance, I could tell that several of Joe’s low blows actually connected and hurt like hell, much to Cody’s surprise, and at times Cody really was struggling to stand upright and continue. The match finally ended after about 15 minutes with his opponent rolling young Cody up on the mat, illegally grabbing a hand full of the kid’s trunks from the back and exposing most of the boy’s tanned, athletic ass for a 1-2-3 count. I hadn’t planned on fucking the kid that night, but after seeing him completely used and abused by Joe in his match, I motioned the 19-year-old to follow me into the same side room where I’d first pumped my poison jizz into the boy. I closed and locked the door and repeated the process from just a month earlier, and Cody obliged sheepishly and very begrudgingly. Giving up his straight ass to a man old enough to be his father had mentally defeated and humiliated him. I almost felt sorry for him until I slid his gear down to reveal his sweaty, musky, bubble ass, and I knew I needed it again. Fucking tease, what did he expect me to do? I spit on my cock -- the spit, my poz precum, and his sweat made for a surprisingly good lube. Still, I could feel immense friction as my thick cock grinded into his small hole. "That jock ass is gonna look good carrying my AIDS next time I see you, son," I muttered as I quickly built up to my climax. Cody grunted quietly. If he heard me, I doubt he understood anything about my desire to give him HIV. I tried to imagine the thoughts running through this straight kid's mind as his trusted elder used his hole again. Seconds later, I was pumping another toxic load into the boy’s jock body. If the first time didn’t knock up Cody, this time would. I never did make the phone call to my scout friends as I’d promised. I got what I needed, so I didn't care as much now, frankly. Cody texted me a couple of weeks later and asked, and I lied when I told him I was waiting to hear back about his potential tryout. In the same text, he said he’d come down with a bad flu and was stuck at home with fever, chills, aches, all the same symptoms I’d felt years earlier when Daddy pozzed me. I had no doubt that Cody had finally come down with the fuck flu, his young, healthy, teen body finally giving itself to the virus that I’d injected into him twice. To this day, I don't think he's been tested, so the kid has no idea. He probably won't for years. Even though he was now part of the brotherhood, it was then I realized that I had no physical use for him anymore, and any desire to fuck him again was gone. I still booked him for my events, because his tanned body, tight ass, and big smile sold tickets and put money in my pocket. But the 19-year-old jock boy had helped unleash a new power within me in this whole process. I now realized exactly how much influence I have over these naïve kids and their big dreams. I began to explore every possibility of booking vulnerable boys who would do anything in exchange for my promise of help getting them on a national stage. These dumb kids needed something, and so did I. Ashton was next on my list.

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

Mathematics 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.

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN AT THE SAME SEX PARTY IN A BAR THAT I WAS......BUT HEY.....THOSE POZ SEX VENUES ARE ALL OVER THE LARGE URBAN CITIES OF THE WORLD AND ONE IS MUCH LIKE THE OTHERS.....FULL OF SWEATY HARNESSED CUMDUMPS, PIGS, PUPS, PISS PIGS, BEARS, CUBS, MUSCLED MEN.......EVERYONE SMELLING OF TESOSTERONE AND LEAKING ASS JUICES FROM HUNGRY CLEANED OUT BUT WELL FUCKED KUNTS (FOR THE MOST PART CLEANED). THE SMELL OF LEATHER, RUBBER, POPPERS, CUMLOADS, RIPE ASS AND RIPE ARM PITS, PISS FILLS THE AIR. FOR A FURRY TOPMAN LIKE ME IT'S AN INSTANT HARDON AS SOON AS I WALK IN THE ENTRANCE.....THE SMELL OF PIGSEX LUST! SO MANY HUNGRY KUNTS TO OPENLY FUCK IN FRONT OF THE CROWD....SO MANY DICK SUCKERS LICKING THEIR LIPS AS THEY CRUISE THE GROWING BULGE OF MY DICK. DARK AREAS IN THE BACK AND FAR CORNERS ATTRACT MY ATTENTION WITH THE MOANS OF POZ MEN FUCKING CHASERS OVERFLOWING WITH FUCKSLOP. ARMS DEEP INSIDE HUNGRY MANKUNTS MOANING FOR DEEPER FISTS. I AM DOWN ON MY KNEES AT A WELL FUCKED HOLE SLURPING BACK THE GUT WARMED LOADS THAT TRICKLE OUT OF HIS SWOLLEN KUNT LIPS. I PASS A MOUTHFULL OF THE FUCKSLOP TO ONE OF THE PIGS STANDING AROUND JERKING AND HE IMMEDIATELY BLOWS HIS LOAD ALL OVER THE BACKSIDE OF THE PIG I JUST FELCHED. THE PIG MOANS AND BEGS FOR ME TO LICK UP THE SPENT CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS AND PASS IT TO HIS MOUTH. I START AT HIS GAPED KUNT FIRST AND SUCK BACK A HUGE FLOW OF GUT WARMED FUCKSLOP AND HIS ASS JUICES. THIS AND THE CUM ALL OVER HIS ASS I LET DRIBBLE FROM MY MOUTH INTO THE CUMPIG'S MOUTH. HE'S FUCKIN' BESIDE HIMSELF WITH CUM LUST AND I WHISPER IN HIS EAR AFTER WE'VE TONGUED TOGETHER THE FUCKSLOP FROM HIS ASS, THAT I WANT TO POZ FUCK HIM.....HE'S SUDDENLY TURNED INTO A SEX CRAZED ANIMAL AND YELLS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS...."FUCK ME SIR.....FUCK ME....I WANT YOUR TOXIC SEED IN ME." AS I SLIDE IN MY HARD POZ DICK A GROWING CROWD OF PIGS FORMS.... ALL JERKING AND PLAYING WITH THEIR OWN OR OTHER'S DICKS. THIS IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR.....THE PENT UP EXCITEMENT OF POZ FUCKING A CUM OBSESSED DUMP AND I KNOW THAT WHEN I FINISH WITH HIM THAT THERE'S LOTS OF OTHERS TO FUCK. TIME IN PIGSEX HEAVEN WELL SPENT!

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

Pay attention dear - tut tut - LOL....... Adam is the cum & fist slut - Paul loves huge holes as he is xxl endowed and Brandon well he is swinging both ways and will be a daddy before we know it LOL. Will write more when i have the time too - hopefully soon

We started walking down the lane past where id pissed earlier towards a row of parked cars and my mind was absolutely flying with excitement and my arse felt absolutely slutty as fuck with Brandons spunk load inside me - i could feel my hole all wet as i walked and im sure i felt some of Brandons spunk leak out of me as i felt something warm trickle down my legs as i walked but i didn't care and blurted it out that "ive spunk running down my legs" - they both laughed and Paul put his arm around me and said "dont you worry,you will be getting plenty more tonight - that first one was just to get you started and lube your up"... he then said "guess which one as we got closer to the parked cars whilst at same time taking his key fob out his pocket and pointing the remote towards the cars and "beep beep" i heard a noise and indicators flashing to signal which one it was so i pointed towards the lights and said "that one" then laughed - i just wanted to get home ASAP and have Paul fuck me so i turned to him with his arm still around me and told him "i want you to fuck me".......Brandon at this point was a few steps ahead of us and jumped into the front passenger side of the unlocked car. Paul started kissing me and managed to get his tongue down my throat - fuck he tasted so nice - i wanted to suck him all in - i wanted him to eat me - i leaned with my back against the rear car door and pulled Paul closer to me as both his arms went around me - "we have wanted you a long long time" he said while he pushed his groin into me while still deep kissing me and i felt his growing hard cock press against me as one of his arms let go and went down to hook itself inside my rear waistband then further down and around my arse cheek before i felt his hand squeezing it.......this was our first real proper kiss and it felt so special - our saliva was on overdrive as well as my arse tingling like fuck and again i blurted out "please fuck me" - "i want you inside me"............Pauls finger found my wet hole and i felt his finger slide inside me and gently circle itself around and around just like Brandon had done before - "beautiful hole baby - just beautiful" he said as the circling became rougher - "im going to love being inside you " he proclaimed before pushing it right into me deeper - it was driving me wild so i pushed myself down to meet his finger thrusts and started moaning - my mind was lost with lust,deep kissing and getting fingered at the same time - "i want your cock inside me baby" i blurted out......i didnt care if Brandon heard me from inside the car and infact it felt like it was just Paul and i together all alone getting lost in the moment - i was in heaven. "lets get in the car" Paul said as our tongues and lips parted from their hot embrace and he opened the back passenger door to let me in.......christ knows how he had managed to do so without me noticing but my trouser belt buckle was undone and my zip was down and he flicked the fly button to fully open my trousers and told me to climb into the back seat which i done and as i was about to park my ass on the seat he told me to "get on my knees"......i remember briefly looking at Brandon in the front seat and he was watching everything and grinning ear to ear and with a flick of his lighter i could see he was heating his glass pipe up - "enjoy it" he said as he handed me the pipe instructing me to inhale deep like earlier,which i did - at the same time i was aware of Paul climbing into the back seat with me and pull the door shut behind him with a thud,then heard all 4 doors deadlock - Brandon let out a loud laugh and took the pipe off me then handed Paul the small bag of powder........Paul pulled my trousers down to expose my arse fully and by this point my head was down on the leather seat with my arse high in the air like a slut .......he pushed both my cheeks apart and started to lick and rim my hole "fuck me" is all i could manage to blurt out as i felt his tongue probing inside me and flicking around getting deeper each time - "gonna get you real wet" he said as he ate my hole,spitting on it a few times too........there was complete silence outside in the lane and it was almost pitch black - i could feel my heart thumping and almost hear my breathing.....the tina id inhaled was hitting me by now and i honestly felt like my hole was opening right up each time his tongue darted around inside me "i need you to fuck me right now" i blurted out almost impatiently like i was demanding and i heard Paul behind me shuffle about as he tried getting his trousers down while his tongue is still working me to get me wetter......he then stopped and i was aware of him fishing about in the small bag and knew what was to come next.

I Love My Daddy Bear I love my Daddy bear! Here’s how I met him: I had broken up with my last dad after yet another abusive relationship. I went to a local bareback party so I could at least have some sex after being alone for quite some time. I was bent over a railing, one of a group of bottoms, and the tops were going down the line, trying us on, and if they liked one, they’d take him over to the sling or a mat on the floor. So I felt lots of cocks slide into my hole and fuck me a little, then they would pull out and a little later another would slide in. Usually I couldn’t turn around enough to get a good look at the men that were fucking me and the other guys around me. I felt this nice thick piece of meat plug me and fuck me for a while, and he said “Nice hole!” and pulled out and slipped into the guy on my right. As I was going to look up to see what he looked like, a rough top got me by the neck and pushed me down and began to ram his cock up my ass. Fortunately that didn’t last long, as he went on to abuse the man next to me. After that I stood up and went to the john to piss. Then I saw the sling was open, so I climbed in to see what I could get. Again I had an assortment of men fuck my ass, mostly small dick tops that thought they were good fuckers, but they really were not, though I would never tell them that. I urged them on, deeper, harder, but I was really getting the dregs of the party and was about to get out of the sling and give up and go home. Then this distinguished looking polar bear Daddy with a big white beard strode up to me and slid a very thick cock up my well-greased chute and said “You’re that nice hole from over there,” pointing to where I had been bent over. I was in that state of relishing a wonderful sexual experience, so I could barely speak, but I nodded yes, and he began to fuck me good. I’ve had good fuckers but mostly bad, and when you have mostly bad you really know a good one. This was a good fucker because he wasn’t just getting his rocks off in my ass; he was watching my face and smiling when he saw from my face that he was hitting a good place. And he wasn’t just ramming his shaft into my hole, he was just barely penetrating me several times and then sliding all the way home, full shaft, and holding it there just long enough to see me inhale and grab his cock with my ass muscles. This was not a fuck; this was having sex. “You do have a nice hole, Son, and you’re a good fuck!” “Sir, make it better for both of us, breed my ass!” He pulled me up tight against him and grabbed one of my hands in each of his and put them on his nips. “Work my nips, Son, and I’ll plow your ass open!” I worked his nips and it was like I had flipped a switch. He began fucking me hard enough to breed ass. I couldn’t help but gasp “OH GOD!” and that got attention, and soon a small crowd was watching this man fuck my ass. If I would slack off his nips, he would slack off the fuck, and if I would pinch, he would plow me open. When I thought I couldn’t take this pounding any longer I pinched so hard I thought I must be hurting him, and that was when I felt his shaft get even thicker and hotter inside my ass. I bit down on him as best I could, and I swear I felt every spasm when he let loose a stream of hot jizz in my ass. “Holy shit, I’m cumming!” he shouted, but I already knew that. “Breed his ass, show that boy what a real man feels like, fuck that cumhole!” all the men around us were shouting. He really pounded his load far up my hole before he finally stopped and held position with me almost vertical in sling. Sweat was dripping off his nose into his beard. “Nice job, good fuck, great work!” the men were saying. He was staring me right in the eye; it was almost scary. Then he backed me down and gently pulled out and I heard cum hit the floor under the sling. He helped me out of the sling and while I was trying to get my breath and see if I could still walk, he said “let’s go take a shower, Son”, and he took my hand and led me over to the showers. The shower sure felt good after all that sex. I was letting the spray hit me full in the face when I felt his arms around me and his cock probing at my hole. I bent slightly and let him back into my ass, and he kissed the back of my neck and worked my nips while he fucked me standing up. “Want to clean that cum out of your ass?” he asked me. I had no idea what he meant, but I said “Sure!” Then I felt a very warm feeling inside and realized he was giving me a piss enema to clean out my ass. When I felt him stop, he said, “When I pull out you walk over to the commode and sit down and let it out, and then come back here to rinse it off”. I tried to keep my ass together, but there was no way, I had been fucked open first and then had that big cock up my ass again, so I dribbled piss and cum all the way to the stall where I sat down and let it all out. I didn’t bother wiping, as I was going right back to the shower. I joined Daddy bear there and he kissed me under the shower, and it was just wonderful, one of those scenes you see on TV where you meet your true love. He washed my ass clean for me, and played with it, shoving his fingers up it to be sure it was clean. We went back to the lockers and I was hoping he would ask, and he did. “Would you like to come home with me tonight?” I think he could see the answer in my smile. “I’d like that very much, Daddy.” “My name is Jerry, but in private you can call me Daddy.” “I’m Alan, but I’d like to be son or boy to you.” “Exactly,” he said. I followed him home in my car. When we got to his place we took up where we left off. He likes to kiss and make out as much as I do, so we made up for what we had missed at the bareback party and spent a long time kissing before I even wrapped my lips around his dick. I consider myself an expert cocksucker, and he told me I was, and I was relishing every inch of that nice thick cock. I don’t like the long thin ones in my mouth or ass, as they hurt, and the real thick ones are also difficult in each end. This one was thick, but just the perfect length to fit in my mouth, and I knew already how it fit in my ass. I think we tried every position that night. We were making out and he rolled me over while we were kissing and I wrapped my legs around his hips, and his cock found my hole without having to show it the way. I think I like that position the best, so you can kiss while you feel that big tool inside you, stroking, working up to a big fuck. I also like sitting on it, cause you can kiss that way, but in either position we would get to the point where the fuck takes over and he would have to roll me onto my tummy and mount me. I so enjoy the weight of a man on top of me, such pleasant warmth. And with Daddy, that weight just pushes his dick in deeper. I lost track of time that night and don’t remember how I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a dick probing for my hole. I realized then that Daddy had his arms around me and his dick was interested, so I opened up my ass a little, and he slid home. I believe I had a load or two of his cum still in me at that point. He fucked me until we both fell asleep in that embrace. I woke with bright sunlight peeking in around the curtains, when his cock again wanted back in, so I again opened up, and this time he was really awake, and shortly he rolled me over and mounted me, and gave me another wonderful fuck. He was not rough; he just needed to get his rocks off, and I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy taking his load. It didn’t take long, after all that fucking last night, and after he planted his load and his cock deflated, he pulled me on top of him and we kissed and made out till my dick was about to explode. Again he rolled me over, but this time it was to suck my cock. He’s good at it, too, and I was so turned on it didn’t take long for me to blow, and he swallowed it all and let my cock deflate in his mouth. He didn’t keep sucking like some men do, which hurts, but just gently let it release the very last drops and then tongued the slit till I was totally drained. We lay there in the afterglow of more great sex, till I finally had to tell him I had to piss. He did, too, so we went in and both emptied our bladders together and then showered together, with him cleaning my ass for me. Then it was breakfast time, and he made me steak and eggs. I told him I could cook, but he insisted, and it was very good. We did a lot of handholding and kissing while we ate. I had a hope about where this was going. After breakfast he took me on a tour of the house, including the dungeon downstairs. I had never seen a St. Andrew’s cross, so he demonstrated it with me as the subject, and I’ve never done any of the things he introduced me to. I couldn’t imagine being restrained while being flogged, but he showed me how soft the flogger was and how it could be used without leaving marks. I was just beginning to discover that light pain could be a pleasant thing. Then he invited me to take a ride in his sling, complete with springs, so the sling moved easily with you. And there were mirrors on the ceiling and walls so I could watch myself get fucked, like I was in a porn movie. Then he lit a cigar, which I discovered is one of his great pleasures, and he showed me how he enjoys smoking as well as using the cherry of the cigar on his bottom’s body. I had never been into CBT, so again this was all new to me. He was just demonstrating and not really hurting me, yet, but he sure was having fun. Since he was fucking me to demonstrate, he decided to give me a good ride, and it was every bit as good as it was at the bareback party, plus the smell of his cigar, which got awfully close to my face when he bent over to breed my ass. When he pulled out he also pulled out a little shit, and I was embarrassed because I had not cleaned out, but he said, “When you fuck a shithole, sometimes you get a little shit, get over it!” He had a puppy pad under the sling that caught it, and he just folded that up and put it in the covered trashcan he kept there for just such reasons. After this we had to take another shower, and you know what that was like; my ass was cleaned out with piss again. He suggested a nap before lunch, and it didn’t take much talking to get me in his bed again. He is just so damn much fun to be with and such and good kisser and hugger. We fell asleep with his arms around me, and I was so happy. Guess what he wanted to do when we woke up? That man is a fucking animal, and that’s one of the things I love about him. His cock just feels so right when it is buried in my ass. I know we are meant for one another. Lunch was BLT sandwiches, and it was over lunch that we got serious. Luckily it was he that suggested I move in with him, and as soon as I could arrange it, I did. I have never been so happy. When he comes home from work I greet him with a cigar, and as he lights up, I unzip his pants and make oral love to that magnificent piece of meat, as it comes to life in my mouth. If it has been a hard day, he will tell me to bend over the arm of the chair and he will penetrate my cleaned out ass (I learned early on to be ready when he comes home) and use me for our pleasure. If he has had a good day, he will just enjoy a blow job and then pull me up and give me a smoky kiss and tell me to relax. I’ll sit beside him on the couch and he’ll rest his arm on my leg. After supper we will watch TV or read until time for bed, unless he is in a real playful mood, in which case we will go downstairs and explore some facet of physical pleasure that we have not yet tried. If not, when we go to bed, it is a rare night that he is tired and just goes to sleep with his arm around me. Usually I will suck him up and we will try all the various positions until he breeds me and I get to sleep with his jizz in my hole. I do have to wash the sheets a lot, but it is worth it. And at times he invites friends over to play downstairs. Sometimes it will be a couple, or sometimes a larger group. He always has to show off what a great bottom I am first, as he likes to start and end every play session with his dick in my ass. I couldn’t ask for more. Every friend of his that has taken me has been enjoyable, but it’s not the same. Some of his daddy friends are great fuckers, but I still prefer his cock. And the boys I chat with are so jealous. Some of them are versatile, and I can be when I have to, and we will play together while the dads chat and compare notes. I am very fortunate to be in this position. And my position is under my Daddy, whenever he wants me, which is often. And that’s just how I like it. I have never felt a man inside me that fits so well or feels so right. And he loves to kiss and make out, so it’s not just sex, it is love that includes sex. Now that I know what turns him on and he knows what I like, we fulfill each other’s needs so well. The other boys tell me that they see it when we are fucking in front of them. They have sex with their daddies, and some of them love their daddies, but some are just along for the ride. It’s a great ride I am on, and I love it and him. I hope it lasts as long as possible. I love my Daddy bear! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com August 2, 2011