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When I headed to the park restroom today I was under no illusions. The restroom would be dirty and the men would be too! But the sun was out the men in the park had their tops off and I was needing it. I went down the path through the trees until I found the restroom - this secluded one is the place to be. I walked in and there was a podgy old man pretending to pee. I went to the urinal and got my cock out and sniffed some poppers. I brushed my hand over his cock and he said "yes boi suck it". I heard footsteps and looked back. A topless beefy bear walked in and said "don't let me stop ya". So I bent over this time and got back to sucking. The old lad shoved the poppers back under my nose. I heard the bear unzip and stroke and I loved he was getting off on me sucking. I felt a finger with lube slide into my hole. I kept sucking and then i felt the bears cock push against my hole. I relaxed and his cock slid in me. The bear sighed saying " just like that, raw in another hole, trucking lets me poz my way round the country". The poppers appeared under my nose again. "He didn't even ask what bugs I got". At this I stopped sucking and asked "bugs". The bear started to increase the pace and replied "yep with an s, more than one kind right now". I squeezed by hole and bit and he said "yeh, milk the venom". I sniffed once more and said "give me everything you got". And he did grunting whilst he fired a hot volley up my hole. He laughed and said "burns a bit today but felt good". The bear produced a pen and said "go write your name on the cubical wall". So I did and he wrote underneath "was pozzed here on this day". If you want more venom from more men write your number underneath. So I did and now my phone rings with poz lads most weekends.

The twink; Josh who was 24, came up to me in the bath house and said, "looking good sir, I like bears". We had a drink in the bar area and chatted for a bit then headed to my cabin and made out. I was reaching for a condom when he said "sir, I prefer it raw - I'd like to feel your cock in me". I normally play safe so said "you know its risky we shouldn't" . Josh started to argue and so eventually said "look I'm gonna teach you why its important". He frowned and said "didn't think you'd be another boring dude". I smirked and said "I promise I'll make it fun but suck me first". Josh got on his knees said "thats better sir and sucked me until I got hard". After I while I said "turn round - you're ready for your leasson - lube your hole". He did and I slid my large cock into him. Josh moaned and I picked up the pace. Josh started moaning "cum in my daddy" . I wispered "want your lesson Josh?". Josh yelled "teach me with cum" and I did spurting load and load in him. Josh kissed me and said "thank you for the lesson - raw is better". I laughed and said "and riskier - text me during your homework". I gave him my number and kissed him. He laughed saying "your cocky thinking you'll be coming home with me". I replied "I know I will be I've just shot a toxic poz load in your hole and I'll be with you forever. When you get the flu let me know". Two weeks later Josh messaged "wow I've learned my lesson this flu is intense. Thank you for teaching me that I'm a poz cumbucket - its the greatest lesson I could have hoped for".

Naughty boy couldn't keep my cum in him. Easter toy for me to enjoy.

Something about religious holidays brings out the devil in me

Of course Mike and his girlfriend Sally would join their lgbt friends for the pride parade. They'd just moved to new York from a small town in Kansas and while there were plenty of Trump types around they had always been liberal and got out of dodge as soon as they graduated. They crammed into an illegal loft with an ever changing motley crew of new arrivals. It was exciting even if it meant they never had any real privacy. Whatever, they would get better jobs soon enough and for now it was great to be young. Basically nobody in their circle was completely straight and when pride weekend rolled around, Mike and Sally were excited to support their friends and have a good time besides. Friday night everyone headed to... Another illegal loft. But it had a DJ, a crush of people, and someone passed them a pill... Mike came to. He was naked, on his hands and knees. A hard dick was in his mouth. Another was fucking him in the ass. He pulled back but the guy in his mouth thrust deeper. "You got this Mike. Keep sucking." Mike found himself doing as he was told. He also realized he was rock hard despite the thick penis fucking his ass. The man behind him began to ejaculate. He reached back and realized that this stranger wasn't wearing a condom. What the hell happened?

Chapter 3 As we walked out of the door, several people were walking towards the door. I initially became aware of my appearance, wearing only the shirt and jockstrap, and then really focused on what was clearly written on the front of the shirt. I began to get nervous and wanted to run. But again, the meth took control, and I just kept walking. Several people made faces and comments and steered clear of the three of us. As we were walking across the parking lot, a couple of guys, not appearing to be together, stared intensely at me, eyeing me up and down. Their leering continued, and they each grabbed their crotch. Sir Y saw this and just told them, “He’s available if you want.” I was slightly shocked and frightened by this. They looked at Sir Y incredulously and looked at each other, and they nodded. Sir Y said to me, “Go around the building faggot, there’s a garbage bin area.” I looked at him and the other men, briefly apprehensive about what was going on. Sir Y’s face began to change, and I knew not to fight. I walked to the end of the building and turned the corner. As he said there would be, I saw a gated area that contained a garbage dumpster. I walked to the gate, looked back to see the four men walking towards me, and then opened the gate and walked in. The structure, a rectangular brick wall enclosure, provided several feet on each side of the dumpster. I walked in, and not knowing what Sir Y wanted me to do, moved about halfway in and got on my knees, immediately feeling the concrete scrape my knees. Sir Y, his friend, and the two guys walked in. As one of the guys started to close the gate, Sir Y told him, “It stays open or nothing happens. The faggot wants to be seen by anyone.” The guy who was closing the gate stopped and looked at the other guy. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved further in as he began unbuckling his belt. I watched as he approached me, followed by the other guy. Neither guy would be considered handsome and had slight stomachs. Before today, I would not have considered them as sexual partners and I doubt they would have picked me out either. The first guy to reach me pulled his semi-hard cock out of his denim jeans as he approached me. As he reached me, I immediately opened my mouth and he pushed his dick in. I began sucking him, getting him hard as he began to get more and more aggressive. He seemed to be about 6-7” hard and not overly thick; a nice average cock. He grabbed my head and began thrusting hard into my mouth. I saw the other guy move to the side, his cock hard and huge. He was watching and jerking what appeared to be at least 9” and as thick as Sir Y. Sir Y was watching and told the guys, “The faggot has a cunt too, not just his mouth.” The first guy pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get up faggot.” I stood up and knowing what was expected, turned around and bent over. The second guy moved to in front of me and grabbed my head, telling me to open my mouth. He immediately shoved his cock as far in my throat as he could. The guy behind me saw the base of the plug and tried removing it, only to get stopped barely after he began pulling. He asked Sir Y, “How big is this? I can’t get it out.” Sir Y told him, “Move” and then told Jose, “Take it out of him.” Jose moved to my ass and told the other guy, “Spread him open.” I felt my ass get spread wide. Jose then told the guy in my mouth, “Get ready to get your dick the rest of the way in the faggot’s throat.” The guy said, “Fuck yeah, this is gonna be good. He’s only got about 6” in, 4” more to go.” I felt Jose grab the base of the buttplug and laughed, “You asked for this faggot.” With the last word out of his mouth, he yanked as hard as he could and I screamed as the plug was ripped out of my cunt, stretching it hard and wide, painfully as he could. As my scream began, the guy in my mouth immediately grabbed the back of my head and shoved the remaining inches of his huge cock deeper into my throat, cutting off both my scream and my airway as my nose was pressed tightly into his hairy and slightly smelly crotch. The guy behind me said, “Holy shit, that had to destroy his hole.” Sir Y corrected him, “It’s a cunt. And that’s what he wants. Now fuck him or get going.” The guy moved behind me and I felt him slide all the way in. I only felt because his pelvis hit my cheeks’; my hole was stretched so wide at first that I couldn’t feel his dick. The guy complained, “Faggot, you better tighten that cunt for me.” It took several seconds, but I was able to clamp my cunt enough that he said, “That’s better” as he began pumping in and out. Sir Y told him, “Harder, fuck him like you know you really want to. Fuck him up.” With that permission, the guy said, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately went into overdrive, pulling out and then slamming back in, harder and harder each time. The guy in my mouth began pulling out and pushing back in, getting more intense each thrust. He told me to look up at him, which I did. He immediately spit on my face, telling me, “You want my cum don’t you?” I nodded and tried to plead as much as I could. He looked at me and said, with sadistic glee, “I only cum when I fuck, so this load goes in your cunt faggot. And it’s gonna hurt.” This guy, with no regard for me, asked Sir Y, “What’s the limit for this faggot?” Sir Y responded, “Do what you want to do.” The guy said, “Really? What EVER I want to?” Sir Y said, “Yes. Tell us what it is you want to do. Though I think I already know.” The guy in me chuckled and said, “Damn your nasty. I gotta take a mean piss, and I don’t want to pull out.” Sir Y said, “Then don’t.” I tried shaking my head, and tried pleading with my eyes. The guy looked down at me, smirked, and asked, “You want my piss, faggot?” I tried shaking my head but stopped when I felt him start pissing anyway. He laughed and said, “Who the fuck cares what you want faggot. Dressed like you are, taking a dick up your cunt out in the open, you’re in no position to say what you want.” He pressed his dick back into my throat and let loose. I felt the piss slide down my throat. I couldn’t swallow or spit it up, but just felt the hot piss going down my throat. After about 10 seconds, the flow stopped and I was thankful it was all over. He pulled his cock, still amazingly hard, out of my throat and into my mouth. He stopped with just the head in my mouth and told me, “Tighten your lips and don’t spill any.” Disgusted by what was happening, as piss play had never been anything I wanted, I reluctantly tightened my lips and he sighed as the piss began again. Now that I tasted it and was able to gag on it, I did. The taste was horribly bitter and very hot. I tried not to swallow, but he just looked at me and said, “Swallow it before it chokes you.” Again, now with tears of shame and disgust falling down my face, I began to swallow it, doing so as I simultaneously tried to not gag and throw up. I heard the guy in my ass mutter, “Disgusting faggot,” as he slammed into me one last, hard time. He groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” as he began shooting deep in me. I clamped my hole as tightly as I could and he groaned again, “FUCK, tighten that cunt and work my load out. You disgusting fag. Just taking a load without knowing who it’s from.” After about 10 seconds of shooting multiple ropes of cum, he stopped and slowly pulled his softening dick out. The guy in my mouth finished pissing and slammed his cock down my throat one last time. He held me there, making me fear that he was going to kill me by not letting me breathe. He watched me intently, smirking at the fear in my eyes as I began to lose what little air I had. He pulled out of my mouth, laughing as I spit and choked in air. “Turn around and give me your cunt, faggot.” Without standing up, I maneuvered myself around, presenting my cunt to the 10” inch cock. I came face to cock with the soft cock that had just blown a huge load up my ass. The guy was looking around for something to clean his cock off when I opened my mouth. Sir Y told him, “Make him clean you off. He needs to learn that’s his role.” The guy just whistled, muttered, “Fuck,” and then slid his soft cock in my mouth. I was amazed that, though soft, his cock was still about the same length. I began sucking his dick, making sure to get all the cum, a mixture of his and Sir and Jose’s loads, from his cock and pubic hair, as well as his balls. In addition to the cum, I tasted something bitter and figured that was the taste of meth. I was so focused on the dick in my mouth, that I almost forgot about the monster dick behind. That forgetfulness ended as the dick was slammed into my cunt, this time slamming into that second hole before he could get balls deep. The guy told me, “Open that fucking hole or I’m going to.” I did not know how to do it and then the guy pulled out. I heard a moan from the guy in my mouth and felt him start to piss. “Swallow faggot, you seem to like drinking piss.” The guy behind me again slammed deep into my cunt, again hitting that hole deep inside. Sir Y told him, “Keep pushing, break him open.” The guy grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he continued to push forward. I felt the head of his cock pressing hard and then felt it; the hole deep in me was finally broken open, and I felt his head breach it and the rest of his cock slide in. Sir Y told him, “Stay still, and wait until this guy is finished.” The guy in my mouth finished pissing and I realized I had swallowed it all, with no gagging. He slowly pulled out and spat in my mouth, “Damn faggot, that was hot. Swallow my spit.” I looked at him as closed my mouth, swallowed his spit, and said, “Thank you for cumming in my ass and pissing down my throat.” He looked at me and just said, “I can’t believe this.” He looked at Sir Y and said, “I was not expecting anything like this to happen at the DM fucking V.” Sir Y responded, “This faggot has been wanting this and is getting it.” I saw him hand the guy a card and say, “Text this number if you want him again. Feel free to share the number with anyone you want.” The guy took the card, looked at and said he would. He moved aside and began getting himself dressed so he could leave. He looked at his watch and said, “Damn faggot, you made me miss my appointment. I’ll have to make you pay for that next time.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry Sir.” Sir Y told the guy in my ass, “You still hard and ready to fuck?” The guy slowly moved back and forth in my cunt and said, “Just a few seconds to get fully hard again and yeah, I’ll be ready.” Sir Y said, “Good. We’re gonna record this.” The guy hesitated and said, “Record it? I’m not sure about that.” Sir Y looked at him and told him, “You’re gonna do it if you want to keep fucking him. Your face won’t be recorded. Just your dick as you fuck him and his face as you wreck his inner cunt hole. IS THAT CLEAR?” The guy said, “As long as my face stays out, hell yeah it’s okay.” Sir Y addressed Jose, “Get ready boy, I want you to catch some good video.” Jose grabbed his phone out of his pocket, set up to record and said, “Ready Sir.” Sir Y told the guy behind me, “Pull all the way out and let him get a shot of your cock and the faggot’s cunt.” The guy said, “Get over here and get ready.” I felt Jose move around me and get right next to the guy. “You ready?” and Jose said, “Ready.” With no further warning, the fucker ripped his dick all the way out of my cunt, with as much speed and force as he could. Sir Y said, “Good job, you know what he needs.” Jose said, “Fuck, you pulled his lips out; now he really does look like he has a cunt.” I groaned in pain as the reverse violation occurred, the pain from his cock head being yanked out from that inner hole was excruciating. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “I told you I knew how to open that inner hole. Now, tell me, and the camera what you want.” Jose moved back in front of me, getting a clear image of my face. “Please Sir, can I have another rock? I need more. Then please have the man behind me rape my cunt as hard as he wants.” Sir Y said, “That’s more than I was expecting, but since you asked nicely, yes.” Sir grabbed his baggie out of his packet and I was able to see it for the first time. The guy behind me said, “Oh, hell yeah. This is going to be fun. I had a feeling he was spun. Let me get him even more spun.” Sir Y opened the baggie and took out a piece. I looked at him and said, “Sir, may I choose one?” Sir looked down at me and said, “If you do, it better not be a weak piece.” I said, “It won’t be Sir,” and he handed me the bag, after putting the piece he had back in. Without hesitation, I grabbed the piece that caught my eye. It was the largest piece in the bag, about as large as the one Sir had given me in the bathroom. I looked up at him as he smiled, “You’re a fucking meth whore aren’t you?” “I’m your meth whore Sir.” He took the bag back and told me, “Give him the rock.” I turned as best I could, reaching my hand back, making sure not to drop the rock. I handed it to the fucker and simply said, “Please shove this in my cunt and rape fuck me.” He took it from me and said, “My pleasure cunt fag.” Jose, without being told, moved back behind me in order to capture this. The man told me, “Spread your cheeks so we can get a clear shot.” I reached back and spread my ass open. I heard Jose say, “Okay, he’s ready.” I felt fingers at my hole, and I felt the rock being rubbed around my cunt, slid in and pulled out. “Please Sir, shove it in me. I need it. Please.” “Ready?” “Ready.” I felt the fingers jammed into my cunt, shoving deep in as the rock was pushed in. I felt the scrape and the burn. I pushed back, wanting the rock as deep in me as possible. The guy said, “Fuck, you are hungry.” I realized as I reached the base, that he had three fingers all the way in, but I still needed more. Bigger. “Please, give me something big,” I said this as I began rocking back and forth on his fingers, slamming down each time. “Bigger? Like my dick back in your cunt?” I looked at Sir Y, who was looking down at me, seeming to already know what was going to happen. He nodded his head and quietly said, “Do it faggot.” I pushed back down the guys fingers and said, “Bigger. Bigger than your cock.” The guy asked, “What the fuck is bigger than…” and then paused. “Are you saying what I think you are? If so, you need to ask me. No you need to beg me.” “Please Sir, give me more. G-g-give me your fist. Fist my cunt. Fist my cunt out here where anyone can see.” “Holy fuck. I can’t believe it. You sure?” “Yes, give me your fist.” He yanked his three fingers out, pulling cum out with him. I felt him place his fingers back at my hole and I immediately started pushing back. I felt my hole stretch open as I rode down his hand. He pushed forward and his hand moved up into me. I could still feel the rock burning as it melted inside my cunt. I pushed back as far as I could, but could not get all the way down. He tried pushing, but there seemed to be no way my hole would stretch enough. Even as the meth took full control, and I rode up and down on his hand, my hole stopped at the widest part of his hand. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, you better get it in there.” He tossed the guy a bottle of lube and said, “Get the rest of your hand lubed.” The guy moved his hand out of my cunt and poured lube on his hand and my cunt. Sir Y told him, “Get down on your knees faggot,” which I did. The guy behind me said, “Oh yeah,” and I felt him follow suit. Sir Y took the baggie out again and handed the guy another shard. “Shove this in him and give it a few seconds to get him fully spun.” The guy shoved as deep as he could, held his fingers in and held the rock to my cunt walls. I felt the burn start quickly and intensely. My head began to swim, and my ears began to ring. It got hard to breathe, and I coughed when I could not breathe. Sir Y said, “He’s ready. DO IT.” The guy pulled out, prepped his hand and pushed in again. I wobbled, but was able to steady myself and push back to meet him. Again, the hand was resisted. Sir Y got down in front of me, took hold of my shoulders and said, “Take it faggot. Take that man’s hand.” “Pull out.” I felt the hand pull out from my cunt. “All together on three,” Sir said to the guy. The fingers, with more lube, were placed back at my hole. “One.” The fingers slid in a little “Now.” Sir pushed me backwards as the man shoved his hand into my cunt. Without being aware of it happening, I was not prepared to resist. I screamed out as, with some resistance, the hand fully breached my cunt. “Oh fuck, please no. Take it out. It’s too much.” As if as one, all three men said, “Shut the fuck up faggot.” Sir Y looked at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, it’s not ending because you want to be a pussy. It ends when I decide it ends.” The guy behind me moaned out, “Fuck. My hand is in his cunt. Fucking amazing.” I continued to moan and whimper, “Please. Oh god it hurts.” I felt the guy start moving his fingers around in my cunt, causing even more pain. And then it happened. I couldn’t tell when, but gradually, the pain disappeared. He found my prostate and began applying pressure to it. The fullness moved from painful to pleasure. Sir Y saw the look in my face, my eyes rolling up as I moaned. “Give me the camera. Look at me faggot.” I struggled to focus. “Now faggot.” I was able to focus on him and the camera in my face. “Oh god, it…” “Tell us faggot.” “It, it…” “Faggot, tell us what’s going on in that cunt of yours.” “It feels so full, oh Sir, it’s so full.” “That’s what you begged for faggot. Isn’t it? You wanted his fist didn’t you. Were you so stupid and so fucked up that you begged him to shove his whole hand in you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” I groaned as the guy continued moving his hand, slowly turning it, pushing in a bit more, and then hitting my prostate again, eliciting another whimper from me. “Yes, yes Sir. I begged him to fist my cunt. I begged him to fist my meth whore cunt. I needed it.” “Yes faggot, you did beg him for it. Now, beg him for what you need now.” “Sir? What I need?” “Yes faggot, focus on that man’s hand in your cunt. Feel that meth in you, controlling you, demanding what you need. Now tell him.” I did as Sir Y said, focusing on the meth spiral I was in and the hand in me. The wall came down and I knew. “Please Sir, fuck me with your hand. Fist me and wreck my cunt.” As I said this, I pulled forward before pushing back on his hand, trying to get more of it in. “Oh, faggot. I’m going to give you that, and you’re gonna keep begging for more.” “Get the camera back here, you’re going to want this.” Jose took the camera and moved back. The guy pulled backward, stretching my hole to it’s widest as he rested his hand at the widest point of his wrist before sliding back in. He did this several times, twisting his hand each time. I continued to moan and whimper, but was also pushing back on his hand. I looked up and noticed a couple more guys standing at the gate, watching me get fisted, on my knees, in a garbage area. This is what I needed to be. I looked at Sir Y and said, “Thank you Sir. This is for you.” When I felt the hand in my cunt start to pull backward again, I pulled forward. This time his hand did not stop. I groaned as I pulled my whole cunt off his hand. Jose and the man both said, “Fuck, look at that cunt.” I reached back and felt it. The cunt was open wide and the lips were stretched out. Before anything could be done to stop me, I pushed back, slamming my cunt back over his hand, not letting it stop at the widest part. I rode my cunt all the way back and over his wide part until he fully breached me again. “Please, fist my faggot cunt.” For the next several minutes, he fisted me deep, pulling out and slamming in, going deeper and deeper each time. As he continued to hit my prostate, I felt an orgasm coming on. Sir Y saw the look on my face and said, “What do you want boy?” I looked him in the eyes and said, “ I want to make myself cum with his hand in me.” “Do it boy, shoot your faggot cum on the ground.” I pressured my cunt walls and rode his hand so that it continued to hit my prostate. Within a minute, I felt it. I groaned as my dick started spewing cum all over the ground. I whimpered in pleasure and the guy groaned, “Fuck dude you’re gonna break my wrist.” After what seemed like an hour of cumming, I was spent. My hole relaxed as I slumped face first into the ground. The guy slowly pulled his hand out and with one last effort, he said to Jose, “Final wreckage.” I heard him lube up again, and I pleaded, “No more.” “Fuck you faggot. I told you I only cum when I fuck, and you’re not going to shoot your load and leave me with blue balls. Now keep your fucking mouth shut. Except to groan in pain when I do what I’m gonna do, cause it’s gonna hurt.” “N..” I felt it. His clenched fist. At my cunt lips. Then I felt him pushing forward. My mind broke at that moment. This was too much, this was not what I wanted. It was. I pushed back with what energy I had. “That’s it faggot, take it.” The pain was overwhelming and I lost all focus on the world around me. My entire world was my cunt as his clenched fist broke through and slid in me, stretching me wider than before. “Oh fuck, Sir. Oh fuck.” “Damn faggot, I didn’t think you could take it.” As if getting a renewed lease on life, I got back up and shocked everyone. I pulled myself off, completely, from his clenched fist. Before he could do anything more, I then pushed back, immediately taking it back in my wrecked cunt. He then took over, pulling out and pushing back in a few more times. He groaned after several of these, “I need to shoot my load.” I begged him, “Please shove it in me” He began to pull out and I tightened my hole. “Shove it in me.” “What the…” “Please, do it.” He maneuvered himself up, placed his lubed dick at my hole, and began pushing in. “SHOVE IT IN ME!!!” He realized what I meant and said, “You got it faggot.” With that, he pushed as hard as he could and slammed that huge cock, through my already stuffed cunt, and slid it into me. “Fuck me mother fucker. Fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it.” With that, he began slowly, and then with increasing force, began fucking my cunt alongside his hand. “OH FUCK!!!” “Oh fuck, beg me bitch. Beg me for my load.” “Fuck me Sir, blow your load in me. Shoot your load deep in me.” “Oh yeah you fucking faggot.” I did not expect what was coming next. All at once, he pulled backwards and yanked his fist and cock out at the same time. I groaned loudly as the pressure was immense and wonderful. He then rammed that dick deep in me, breaching that inner hole again, painfully. He did this three or four more times, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “Oh fuck. Faggot, take my load.” He slammed in one last time, past that inner hole and began jerking, shooting a huge load deep in me. He jammed in and out several times, making sure that every drop got far in my cunt. He fell on my back, in exhaustion, causing me to fall forward on the ground. I could feel his breathing, and it sounded as if he was crying. I felt tears coming down on my face as he told me, “You broke me faggot. I’ve never been that hardcore. You broke me.” After several minutes of us lying there, with Sir Y, Jose, and the now three guys watching, he pulled out of me. He held my cheeks wide, for Jose to get a final shot. Jose put the phone in front of my face and I smiled in exhaustion as I looked at my cunt. I wanted it wrecked, and it was as close to wrecked as it could be. It was still open, with the gash now looking to be about three to four inches high and at least an inch wide. I could see the red of the walls of my cunt and cum leaking out. I noticed the butt plug still sitting on the ground where Jose had dropped it. He saw my gaze and just asked, “You or me?” “You.” He picked it up, moved behind me and told me, “On your knees faggot.” I managed to push myself up and was prepared for the plug. I heard lube being smeared and was sure it was on the plug. Then I heard him say, “May I Master?” Sir Y looked at me and then at him and said, “Yes.” Without notice, I felt Jose’s hand slide up in me, with no resistance. He then added his dick, with very little resistance. I felt movement, realizing what was happening. He grabbed his dick and began jerking off. Within a minute, I heard his breathing deepen. “Oh fuck, faggot I’m jerking off in your cunt. Take it.” My hole stretched even wider, but I was so far gone that it didn’t hurt, as he shot his load deep in me. After a minute of cooling down, he pulled his soft cock and then his hand, out of me. I then felt the tip of the butt plug. He pushed it and with no resistance, it slid all the way in. I collapsed on the ground. I was done. At least I thought I was….

Average here, but I get a lot of compliments because my cock curves up pretty sharp and I’m pretty thick. I like to hammer the bottoms prostate to watch him in pleasure. I seem to get bottoms to cum easy.

Last Sunday morning I was looking for local tops..after a night of partying I can get nasty horny. I don’t often get too many hits in my area but a married mate said he would drop by and fuck me, if I would let his best mate follow. A big yes...as I know he is a hard fucker who always blows a huge load, his mate turned out to be a shy guy with a giant cock, he blew after 4 or 5 pumps...so then after an hour of failing to get both cocks in my ass they left. Another married mate saw my post on BBRT, and stopped in for a ten min pounding...he was impressed with the loads already there, he left straight after. the next guy came in without saying a word he just wanted me to lay down, ass up and stay there...he blew all over my ass and he said he had a mate waiting in the car and could he come in, yes.....so the mate comes in and asks me for condoms...nevermind...he ends up making me suck his decent uncut cock...and just as he is about to come..shoves my head down and burys his cock in my ass...laughs and both of them leave quickly...a sore ass and shorts soaked in cum I fell asleep for a while, happy with my morning...

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

13. Doing the Devil's Work "You're a Devil worshipper?" I asked. It was hard to believe; Sir seemed so clean and fit. "I mean, you follow the devil?" "Yeah," Sir said. "I am a Devil worshipper." I stared at him. The light had changed; it wasn't the pure white of earlier. It had darkened and grown red. His skin glistened with sweat, and drops formed on the hair covering his muscular chest. "You mean," I started. I had to ask. His cock was buried in my hole, and the thought of a dark satanic orgy seemed really hot. "I mean. You're evil?" Sir still, not moving nor saying anything. I was terrified I had said the wrong thing, but then he smiled. 'No. Not evil. Don't worry." I relaxed. "He's never been about evil. He's about pleasure." Sir pushed his cock into me, his dickhead rubbing up against my prostate. I groaned in pleasure, and my dick continued to dribble pre-cum. "About fun," Sir continued, as he pushed his thick cock into my hole. I had never felt so full of cock before. "He's about this," he said, nodding to my hole. "Definitely about this." He pulled out again, and rubbed my p-spot some more. "Feels sooo good," I moaned. "Doesn't it?" Sir asked me. I nodded. "This is what Sarah Palin is really about. Pleasure. It's the puritanical Christians that fucked society." He was smiling; for a moment his eyes were glowing. Sir continued. "The ones that can’t take yes for an answer. This is our way of fucking back." He turned his head, the glow disappeared. It was just my head playing tricks on me. "I fucking love pleasure," Sir continued. The lights were definitely dimmer now, and the music was definitely louder. The room had filled up with even more men, and the room had the salty, musky odor of mansex mixed with the chemical scent of the crystal they were smoking. Sir pushed his cock deep into my hole. "Pure. fucking. pleasure," he said. I didn't think Sir had cum, and yet his dick burnt worse than any devil's dick could. My head was foggy. He hurt like a devil and had just told me he was a devil worshipper. He said it wasn't evil. It was all for pleasure. "Pleasure," he suddenly whispered in my ear. I moaned. He kissed me, and pistoned his cock in and out of me. "Please," I begged. I was still playing with my soft cock; I was surprised at how much pre-cum I was dripping. I wanted to cum so badly, only my dick wasn't cooperating with me. "Pleasure." "That's it. Embrace the fun. Sex and Drugs," he said. He paused, and nodded up to the music. There was a thumping deep house bass. "And pleasure." "Pleasure," I repeated. "Nothing but pleasure." "No fears. Just do what feels good, right?" He kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. He was hot and sweaty. Even with his hair, our bodies slid against each other. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Please. Give me your cock. Give me your load." Even though I had gotten bred barely twenty minutes ago, I needed another one. Sir was already in me. "Breed me." "I love to share my gift," he said. "A lot of guys here like to share their seed." "I want all of them," I said. I didn't care what kind of slut that made me. I was so fucking high and so fucking horny. I wanted every single guy in the room to unload in me. Besides, it was all fine. "Take every load." "Every fucking load that you can," Sir said. He was smiling at me, still fucking me. Only a few minutes ago, it had been painful and sore and hot and intense. But now, I had found the pleasure, and that pain had disappeared. Now it was relaxed, hot, dirty fun. "Show us how slutty you can be." "Make me drip with sperm," I grunted. The only thing I could focus on was the cock in my hole, and even then, my mind would race off to so many other thoughts. For a moment, I stared at his pentagram. It was coated with my pre-cum, from when Sir had pressed his body against mine. It looked so fucking hot in the now deep red light. There was nothing that should have held me back. I didn't have to worry about a disease. Everything was going to be fine. "Cum in me," I said. I wanted to feel his devil sperm inside me. "Cum in me. I'm on Prep." "I know," Sir said. "But you know. It's not perfect. You have to be careful sometimes. And really know what you want." He pushed the full length of his cock back inside me. I shivered in pleasure. "Please," I moaned. "Breed me." I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his sperm. But most of all, as his dick dripped pre-cum into me, I wanted to be part of this orgiastic brotherhood. But the way Sir had spoken. I wondered. "Careful?" I asked. "Well. There's some Prep-resistant strains out there." He nodded towards the darkness and the city lights beyond. I had known about viral resistance. It had always been so very abstract, but now, it felt so close. The idea of getting infected had been scary just a few hours ago. But with so many hot poz cocks already in me, HIV didn't seem all that scary. It almost seemed kinda hot. The freedom to not worry any more. My dick was still dripping pre-cum. Even as dark as the idea of getting purposefully infected had an allure. It seemed so sexy, especially with a man like Sir. Or Colby. Or Jon. I wanted sperm inside me. I didn't care what would happen. But I tried to play it cool. "What?" I asked. "Yeah. Sometimes the drugs don't work against the virus. It can happen a lot with long-term survivors." He paused. "Although some guys seek it out." "Seek it out?" I asked. It sounded so hot. Prep didn't matter. Prep was the problem, not the solution. There were men that could infect me. The drugs were messing with my mind, but I couldn't help it. I wanted poz cum in my hole. "Yeah. Like the deacon of our Coven," Sir said. He nodded again to the mass of naked men around us, fucking. "He's got full-blown AIDS now. And he's resistant to Prep." I thought about how the Deacon's dick would feel barebacking my vulnerable hole. He would cum inside me, and his sperm would burn when it hit my rectal walls. Colby's sperm had only burnt for a few minutes. The Deacon's sperm would burn much longer. I wondered how long Sir's sperm would burn. Or Jon's. "But how?" I asked. In my hand, my dick was starting to grow. "Did it just happen?" "He bred it himself. Skipped doses of medicines. Let unmedicated guys fuck him. Used every drug he was offered. He was a total sleaze hound. And that's why he's the Deacon." The Deacon was poz, and my medications were defenseless against his strain. He could infect me. Infected. The word was a turn-on. "That's so," I started. I was playing with my dick and it was suddenly hard. "Hot?" Sir asked. He had noticed that my dick had grown. Compared to Sir's massive tool, it was small. But when I got hard, it was like steel. I arched my back, letting it stick straight up. "It's hard not to notice your dick," he said. I nodded. Sir leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Tell you what," he started. "Find me later tonight. If you haven't gotten what you need. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a quick kiss. "If you still want it, of course." "Poz me," I said. I shivered when I said it. I shivered again when I realized that I meant it. I needed to be like all these men. I needed their freedom. They had stared down Death, and come out better for it. I wouldn't be satisfied until I got the Deacon's sperm. "Careful what you wish for," Sir whispered in my ear. "You may just get it." "Please. Fuck me. Breed Me. Poz Me." My dick was hard now. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, thinking about strange men fucking me raw. I didn't care about prep any longer. All that mattered was raw, unprotected, infected dick. "Poz me," I grunted again. "Poz me?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw Jon standing above me. He had lost the dark red codpiece, and his fat cock was hanging in front of him. He still had the motorcycle boots and the harness on, and he still looked like the devil. "I take it things are going well here," he said to Sir. "Right on schedule," Sir said. "He's an eager, hungry boy." "That's what I thought. You bred him yet?" "Not yet," Sir said. "Almost there." "You going to take his load?" Jon asked me. "You know, he's poz." "I know," I said. "It's hot." "I want to see you take his load," Jon said. He was smiling, and starting to play with his dick. "He's a hard fucker." "You should know," Sir said. "You're pretty damn evil yourself." I realized that these two older studs had fucked each other. Neither of them had been half-hearted fucking me; I wondered what it would be like when they got together. The fact that they had both bottomed only made them seem even more powerful. They had a choice, and they had decided to take dick. "Evil and toxic," Jon said. His dick was now hard. He leaned over the couch, placing his dick directly in front of my mouth. I started to lick it; I could taste cum and lube and spit. It tasted like he had put his dick up several more boys since he had fucked me. "Take it," Jon said, gently pressing his dick into my mouth. I gulped down on Jon's shaft. He was dripping pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. "That's right," Sir said to me. "Get him hard." He turned his attention to Jon. "Want to fuck him after I'm done?" "You gonna give him your gift?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," Sir said. "He was getting Colby's dick when I came over. So he's got experience." "I'm sure he does," Jon said. His cock was pressed against the back of my throat. I was glad he wasn't trying to push it any deeper; I was right at the edge of gagging. "He was pretty damn thirsty when we last met." I remembered when Jon had shoved his cock inside my hole. The fuck seemed like it had taken place years ago. "Leeease," I managed to grunt. It was hard to say anything with Jon's cock still filling my mouth. "Oz eee." Jon had fucked me barely a few hours ago. But despite how hard his cock was inside me, he didn't cum earlier. He owed me a load. "Fuck yeah," Sir said. His cock was a thick, solid shaft plunging in and out of my hole. I knew it had to hurt. I knew I was in agony from the fuck. But they were just facts. They didn't capture the full erotic intensity of what Sir was doing to me. The pain was all happening to someone else though. Instead, all I could feel was the pleasure, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "FUCK YEAH," he grunted again. "Breed him," Jon said. His cock was just as hard as Sir's dick, and even harder than I remembered it was earlier in the evening. "Give him your seed." "Leease," I repeated, still barely tolerating Jon's cock. "Ucking Oz Eee," I moaned. I needed Sir's cum. I didn't care if he was poz, neg, or had no idea. I just wanted sperm inside me. "FUCK," Sir moaned, and slammed his dick into me. He held himself deep, making sure that his dickhead was buried in my soft, vulnerable rectal walls. His cock throbbed, and pulsed, and the familiar warmth of semen filled my guts. "OH FUCK," Sir grunted again, and there was another spurt of his thick cream into my guts. "Give it to him." Jon was encouraging him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The two were abusing me; there was a familiar warmth starting to spread outward from my guts. From what Sir had told me, that meant he was filling me with an infected load. I moaned again. My ass was just warm, almost hot. But this time it wasn't a painful burning. This was just a persistent heat, and it slowly spread out from my stomach. "Feel that toxic load?" Jon asked. He was leaning over, looking down at me. "OOOOOHHH," I moaned. "FUUUCK," Sir responded, blasting another load of his toxic spunk into my guts. I had never even barebacked a day ago. Now I was hard as a rock, having high-viral load HIV sperm pumped into my body. I was having the time of my life. "TAKE. IT." Each word was more cum in my hole. "By the end of the night, Ke-" Jon started to say something, then saw Sir's glance. "Boy," he corrected himself. "You're going to be knocked up." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, finally giving me the chance to speak. "Fucking breed me," I moaned. "Poz me up." "Fuck YEAH," Sir yelped, and his cock pulsed one last time. Even after that last pulse, there was still a stream of cock-juice dripping into my hole. I could feel how hot it was, but the painful burn had still not returned. "That's it," Jon said. "Beg for it. That's what we want to hear from an eager boy like you." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned. Sir's dick was still dripping cum into me. I milked his cock, trying to get every last drop out. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had just filled me with poz sperm. Or that he was a self-professed Devil worshipper. I had been warned about this lifestyle, but now that I was part of it, I never wanted to leave. "You fucking came in me." "I did, boy. And you loved it. Look at your dick." My cock was hard and dripping, despite all the drugs I had done. I felt so good. Sir's cock felt great and his infected cum was soaking into my body. "Now. Take care of that load for me. Let it soak in." "Thank you, Sir," I said. The phrase felt right; I had never had the urge to call another man Sir, but today, it seemed natural. "I'll keep it as long as I can." "That's the right attitude," Sir said. He turned to Jon. "Had some K about thirty minutes ago and blew some clouds with me." Sir looked me over. "I think he can do more." "I'm sure he will," Jon said. Sir leaned in and kissed me. "Find me if you still need it," he whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything, he had gotten back up, and was sliding his dick out of my hole. "Damn, that's sloppy," Sir said. I felt like my guts were being pulled out with his cock, despite all the cum lubricating us. He left me empty; there was only a gentle warmth remaining. I was glad it wasn't the same burn I had with Colby; I may have begged for poz sperm just a few moments ago, but my head was finally starting to clear. "He'll get more," Jon said. Sir had pulled out the last of his cock, leaving me completely empty. "Right on," Sir said, and slapped my ass. My skin burnt where his hand hit me. "I'm sure you're going to get plenty more." He stood up from the sofa, walked into the cloudy darkness, and left me alone with Jon. Jon pulled me up so I was facing him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Your hole," he said, and kissed me again. "So fucking used."

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

I was bored at home and really wanted to breed an unsuspecting hole, so I loged in to an app that is famous among people with particular fetishes. I'm into roleplay, so that's what I was looking for. I started chatting with some guys but none of them were interesting. I was about to give up when this twink messaged me. We started talking and he told me that he had some deep dark desires. I gave him my personal number because I knew that was a guy that I could really take to my lair. But I soon found out that he was a virgin, so he was probably using the app just to jerk of. But I wouldn't give up and I planed something special to him. I started to share some of my light fetishes with him. I told him that I liked armpits and feet, and then he opened up, saying that he spent hours watching videos about it. This guy was only 18 but I could feel that he would become a perfect boy whore, I just had to help him. But I could not pressure it, so I took my time. Day after day, I started showing him new things. I introduced the guy to new stuff and sent him links of videos. He was loving it and so was I. We were talking for almost a month when I invited him to my place. I said that we would just chat and watch some videos. We discovered that we lived just a few blocks from each other and within minutes he was knocking on my door. The little guy was really nervous. "Hey, welcome, come in," I said. I had a playroom at the basement and we went there. He was gobsmacked when he saw my toys, but I was also feeling lust coming from him. "I invited you here because I want to show you some new videos I found," I said. "Couldn't you send me a link?," He asked. "Not for those particular videos, it's a really dark fetish that I did not know existed. The guys in those videos pretend that they have HIV and they play with that." "That's insane," he said. "Well, if you think about it, the other they we were talking about me peeing inside your guts. They just replaced the pee with the virus, it's kinda hot, trust me" I started slowly with a video of a guy getting fucked raw. It turned him on, I could see his hard dick through his trousers. Then I put another video, it was a pozzing one. The bottom was begging for the gift and the top was fucking him rough. Michael, my guest, was really turned one by that too. Be thought the guys in the video were just pretending, so he wasn't freaked out. By the end of the video, he was asking me for more and we watched a lot of porn. "Have you ever kissed a guy?," I asked him after we watched at least ten videos. "Not really," he said. "Do you wanna try?" He just nodded and then I grabbed him and started kissing this guy half my age. I think I was not only the first guy he kissed, I was the first person, because he had no experience at all. Being gay and young in a small town is not easy. I deepened the kiss and soon I was on top of him. This young tiny guy was really turning me on. "You are so hot," he said. "It's like a dream come true, this kiss is so good." "My cock is so hard right now, you are making me hard for you, babe," I said. "I-I want..." "You wanna suck on my fat dick?" "Y-yes," he said and blushed. I took my shirt and my trousers off, I wasn't using any pants. When Michael saw my dick, his eyes shined. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. The head of my cock entered his mouth before de could deny it. The little faggot was a natural cock sucker. He worked my shaft like a professional. I did not have to teach him anything because he took it good. "That's really good, boy. Do you like sucking dick?" He just nodded and kept on going. But I knew a blow job would not make me cum, so after some minutes I took my dick out of his mouth. "I think you were born to suck cock," I said. "But I also think you want some more, I know your fetishes. You wanna try something new?" "Yes," he said immediately. "Well, I only play safe, but since you are a virgin I know you are clean. We could play like in those videos we watched." "I don't know," he said. "It turned you on, you can't deny it. And I was turned on too. It's just roleplay, it will be fun. You know me already, you can trust me." "Maybe we can try, but please go slow" "Take your clothes off," I told him. While he was undressing, I took some lube and started spreading it on my cock. Michael was so innocent that I was almost telling him that I was really poz, that it was not pretending. Michael had a sweet little hole and I couldn't wait to knock him up. But first I rimmed him and put some more lube in his ass, working my fingers in and out. The little bitch was moaning the entire time. "You ready for this poz cock?", I asked him. "Yes," he said. "We are in a free space and you can say what you want, don't hold yourself. I'm going to fuck you, breed you and put my poz babies inside of you, is this ok?" "Yes, I want that, poz me up" "You are a little AIDS whore, aren't you?" I started making pressure and soon there was a pop, showing that my cockhead was inside him. He didn't even complain about the pain. "You see that little brown bottle by your side?," I asked. "Take it, open it and hit it two times in each nostril. It's just something that we use during sex to relax, it's not a drug. It will make things easier and better" He did as he was told and I went deep inside him. The guy did not complain, he just moaned as his guts embraced my cock. "I'm all in, balls deep," I said. "How is it? Do you like getting fucked?" "That's the best thing ever, I can feel every inch of your big poz cock inside me" "What do you want now?", I asked. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Breed me and poz me" "Good boy." My cock was already leaking a lot of toxic precum inside this innocent guy and I was in heaven. That ass felt so good on my cock that I knew I would not take long to cum. He screamed loudly every time I penetrated him. My cock entered his ass hard and fast, my movement was fast and precise. I felt his ass tighten up the minute my dick came back, and I continued to put it on him, strong and violently. I felt his ass pulling me, it seemed that he did not want to let my dick out when he entered that way. After fucking him a lot, I took my dick out to relax a little bit and I saw his ass all red and swollen, but it kept pulsing. I put my dick in the entrance of his ass, and I saw that his ass kind of closed, so I started to press in the groin of his ass so that he could feel what he was holding. I asked: "Is everything okay there?" And he: "You're going really hard at ir, I don't know if I can take it anymore." I put him on his side, on the edge of the bed, positioned my cock and went back to fucking him. This time he screamed a lot more, loudly, but honestly I didn't care. I fucked him rough, without mercy. I slaped him on the butt and said: "You wanted my dick, didn't you? You asked for this big poz cock. Then take it! Little bitch. You wanted to be made a little girl, didn't you? Now handle it, AIDS whore". I was really into it, his ass squeezed the head of my dick, it killed me. He moaned a lot and made some very loud moans. I decided to finish, so I told him to lean against the wall and spread his legs. I just pointed to his ass and before penetrating him, I asked him to twerk with my dick inside his ass. He wiggled very tasty, my cock inside there was so hot. Feeling that ass of him squeezing and swallowing my cock was amazing. I gave him a few more slaps and said I was going to finish right there and breed him. I put my hands on the wall above him, made him lean against the wall and started pumping again. The fag went crazy there, feeling my hot body glued to his and dominating him. It didn't take long and he came on my wall, I didn't care much as I kept getting into it. His ass was so tight, hot and wet. I decided to come right there. "Breeding you now," I announced and told him to be quiet. "My poz seed is coming" I poured everything into him. How good it is to cum inside an ass... I like it a lot. I took it out and a lot fell on the floor, the sofa was right there and I decided to lie down for a while. He stayed there, half paralyzed, half not knowing what to do. "Come here," I said. "Was it good?" "Yes, it was amazing," he said. "But isn't it crazy? We said some dirty stuff here, but it turned me on". "That's the good part about having sex with someone you trust," I told him. "You can be yourself without holding back. I think you liked it a lot" "I did, mostly the part of the poz cum, it's kinda dangerous and hot". "I know you are into gang bang, you told me that. I have some friends that also like roleplay and they would come over now if I asked. Do you want it? I think you would really like it" "Right now?", he asked. "And they like to say those things about poz cum too?" "We can ask them to do this, it will be fun, it's just five or six guys and they are all like me, mid thirties and hung. It's one in a lifetime chance, take it or go home." "Well, you trust them and I trust you, so let's do this." "Good boy, you will be an awesome cumdump." I smiled at my little dumb bottom and started calling all my poz friends. I made sure that Michael heard me telling then that it was all pretend. Little did he know that he was about to meet some of the most poisonous guys in town.

Yes but when did you realize you weren't just a normal slut, and that you are actually a dirty perverted take all loads cumdump with no standards. That you were the kind of faggot whore that most people find disgusting and that even most of the men who fuck you think you're trash and don't want anyone to know they have used you. When did you realize you are basically a human fleshlight with absolutely zero sexual self respect and that you were born to take loads. And when did you decide you were proud of what a used, degraded faggot whore you are. Keep up the good work fuckslut.

Two weeks ago I set myself a goal of 40 loads in two weeks. first day off I got a few loads from buddies and then headed to the sauna (wet on Wellington) Melbourne Australia, I had already gotten 3 loads I arrived at the dark room and got on my knees a few minutes later a guy started to finger my hole, he asked how many loads? I said three! He said want mine? I said no load refused! his cock felt big but as my hole was used n cummy it slid in easy a few pumps and he grunted and gave me his load. He left I never saw him. I was wandering around cum leaking out of my hole I saw a hot guy he motioned me to a room. He said let’s entertain all the guys outside, I got that he wanted me to be vocal. His cock was long but not thick. I was making all the right noises loudly saying breed me add your load to my cummy hole he was so pounding me hard. The guys outside knew what was going on he dumped his load in me as I begged him to breed me. He climbed off me as he left two guys came in and closed the door. They spit roasted me tag teamed me I was tasting me ass juices on thier cocks. They positioned me so I sat on one cock the other entered from behind and I was being double fucked. They both shot in me. Called me a slutty whore and left as I got up to go out of the cubicle I encountered a tall muscular bear his hand pushed my chest back into the room I looked down at his cock to see a biohazard tattoo on his upper thigh his cock was big rock hard almost as thick as a beer can. He told me to get on all fours with no warning he slammed his cock in me pounded me like the slutty cumdump pig I am he was rough and held me down. He pushed me down on my stomach him on top his arm around my throat. I heard him say want my poz load? Beg for it! I said breed me please no load refused. He grunted and bred me. I wandered looking for more but realized the rest of the guys didn’t want my cummy ass. the next day I was going through Grindr and came across a guy that I’d played with before. I asked was he interested. last time he was pretty rough he said was it ok if him and his mate both used me. I was around in a shot. both took turns using my ass for the first hour they said did I want more ? I said no load refused! I was at their place for 4 hours during that time they had been on Grindr pimping me out I took 6 more loads from 6 strangers. I had a hood on with only my mouth open. over the next 8 days I took a further 10 loads This week I have Wednesday Thursday Friday off work and I have 5 loads lined up and visiting a sauna on Friday my goal is 15 more loads melb guys let me know if you want to add your loads

I just had a very wet session with a piss boy. I kept rimming him after pissing on his hole, and then again while he was pissing down his ass crack. Lots of fucking and before two piss fucks. (I hydrate ALOT for this kind of session.) I got under the rim seat each time for him to dump the piss in his ass down my throat. The first load also had the remains of a melted devil's dick mixed in with the hot piss. Bred him with a fresh load, of course. A great way to spend two hours!

I could not have dreamed up such a fuckin awesome week. Not only was the none stop wreakless sex outstanding I had quickly grown very fond of the trupplet Stu, Hank and Frank. The outdoor morning flip fuck with Mike my last morning at the ranch had been particularly passionate. With both our asses freshly loaded we could barely pull ourselves away from our post coital embrace as we wept like inconsolable babies. Halfway on the drive to the airport for my return flight I took violently ill. Frank stopped on the shoulder and I wretched and vomited everything from the bottom of my boots. I crawled back into the truck feeling like a harshly rung dishcloth. By the time we reached the airport I had spiked an incredible feavor. It felt like I had a steam locomotive racing through every blood vessel. I was barely conscious and my head felt like it was going to explode. I'm surprised they even let me on my flight. I have no memory of going through check-in. I became conscious as I was being hoisted out of a wheelchair at the door of my plane. Two flight attendants gayer than pink balloons were hoisting me and practically carrying me to my seat. I never pick a seat at the very back of the plane so they must have wangled some special arrangement. I vaguely noticed there were very few people on the flight and there was noone other than me in the back three rows. Before the flight attendants did their preflight spiel they gave me some pills and two airline potions of scotch to wash them down with. I was asleep before we even taxied. With my head still splitting I emerged from an erotic dream state to see one of the attendants sucking my dick. I soon noticed the other attendant removing his clothes in the seat beside me by the window. Fully naked he maneuvered over my now ragging hard on and impaled it into his silky ass hole. As he began bouncing up and down I knew this was a reverse rape; but, it couldn't be rape as I enjoyed it especially because it diverted my attention from my suffering. The other attendant settled into the seat beside me, freed his five inch erection and pulled my sweaty hand over to hold it. Seated attendant; "I hope you don't mind. My buddy couldn't pass up your blazing poz cock. He decided to chase three weeks ago. He's taken a few loads but your's is the 1st guaranteed toxic cum. He's desperate to get pozed and over the moon to do so as part of the 'mile high club.' " Me; "But what makes you guys so sure I'm poz?" Attendant; "Frank told us. We saw him wheel you into the building. Our gay poz radar's went off immediately. When we saw you were in line for our flight we persuaded the checkin clerk to let us take care of you rather than bump you off the flight. We offered to fuck the queen next time we came through but no deal. That's when Frank offered to breed him in the public bathroom during his break. Bingo. You were in our care. Frank told us all about your week long fuckathon and multiple poz blood slams. He assured us there was no doubt you were down with the fuck flu and the HIV toxin was replicating like mad in your blood stream and cum." I have no idea how I stayed conscious enough to take in his words. The self fucking occurring on my cock must have been the cause. My mind began to fog and slip into a delusional dream state. My body had transformed into the cobra from the bikers tattoo. My cock the snakes dark angry red tongue jabbing into my victims rectum. Suddenly poison shot from the submerged tongue and stung into the guts of my prey. I fell totally unconscious with the satisfying assurance I had just pozed this flight attendant's negative ass. He would carry my poison for the rest of his life!

Chapter 9 - The Party The clock on the dashboard had just switched over to 3pm. “Just on time” Brian thought, unsure if that was actually a good thing. It was a warm, humid day on Cape Cod. It felt more like July than May. Brian could smell the salty air as he sat in his Jeep, parked once again on the side of the road, outside an unfamiliar house. Well, this was really more of a mansion than a house. It was only two floors, but even from the curb, Brian could tell it was massive. Past the perfectly manicured front lawn, two tall white pillars stood on either side of a bright blue door. The house was an L-shape from the front, with eight columns of windows facing forward towards the street and a large three car garage, which made up its own wing, on the right-hand side. The spacious driveway was full, with probably 7 or 8 cars parked closely together, and there were quite a few more parked on the street outside the house. Brian counted about 20 vehicles that he assumed were there for the party. He noticed a few license plates from as far away as New York and New Jersey. Once again, Brian was shaking with nerves. He had been sitting in his car for at least ten minutes now, not having worked up the strength to get out and approach the house. He could still drive away, and all he would have done was waste part of his Saturday. But if he knocked on that bright blue door, he knew it would be a defining moment for the rest of his life. He felt his phone vibrate in his shorts pocket. He slid it out and saw the text from Adam. “Let me know when you’re here.” Brian’s heart was racing as he read it, and as had become his custom, quickly typed out a response and sent it on gut instinct. “Just parked out front.” “Perfect! I’ll come out and show you in.” “Well, I’m in it now” Brian thought. He turned off the engine, put his phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car. Sure enough, Adam came bounding through the front door with a big smile on his face. Sporting just a pair of bright red swimming shorts and flip flops, Adam’s fit dad bod was on display, and Brian thought back to what it looked like naked. “Hey Brian! I’m so happy you came, it’s good to see you again!” Adam couldn’t contain his excitement that his prized twink had actually shown up. They met in the driveway, and Adam pulled him in for a big hug, similar to one Brian’s dad would give him whenever he returned from a work trip, until he felt Adam reach around and squeeze his ass. “Are you ready to have some fun!?” “I’m nervous, but I showed up, so I guess so” Brian said with a tense laugher in his voice. “You won’t regret it. You’ll never forget this day.” ***** Everything seemed to be going right in Brian’s life. He had gotten in to a good college, gotten his first boyfriend, and was having a pretty good time wrapping up his senior year. He only had a couple months left, and school was starting to get easy. A few of both his and Jake’s close friends started learning about their relationship, and the reaction from everyone had been amazing. His friends were stoked that he was comfortable enough to come out to them, not to mention that he had landed such a hot catch. And he and Jake had been falling in love, fast. They only had the one chance to have sex so far, but they had gone on several more dates, talked and texted all the time, and the more they learned about each other, the more they liked each other. He seemed to be living on a permanent cloud nine. But there was one subject Brian wasn’t talking to Jake about, and it’s what he did after they texted each other “goodnight”. Brian would be back on his computer, watching porn and reading stories, dumping his nightly load into a sock or all over his stomach and chest. Many of those loads were spilt thinking about Jake, but just as many came after fantasizing about getting pozzed. Brian just couldn’t shake the fascination with poz chasing and his strange desire to get himself infected. He knew it could ruin everything. But he couldn’t let it lie. So he kept in touch with Adam. He told himself he was just playing this out for the kicks, so that he’d have good jerk off material to fantasize about. But, in the back of his mind, he was also keeping his options open in case he actually did want to act on his desire. Adam kept trying to get him to come over for another fuck session, but Brian demurred each time with a different excuse. He really was busy, which helped make all his dodging believable. There were a couple times where he could have hooked up with Adam, but he was able to stop himself, reasoning that he couldn’t cheat on Jake. Then, Adam pitched an idea that threw Brian for a loop. Earlier in the week, he texted Brian and told him that, since it was going to be so nice on Saturday, one of his friends had decided to throw a party at his vacation house on Cape Cod. A sex party. The place would be crawling with hot, horny, gay men. Most of them would be poz. But this was more than an invitation to just attend the party. Adam wanted Brian to be the main event. Adam had told his friend Jasper about Brian, and Jasper wanted the young twink to be his guest of honor. All the guys at the party would be older, since that was Jasper’s crowd, so Brian would be the only hot younger boy there. And he’d be the center of attention. Adam wove Brian a story of being the forbidden fruit that would show up and offer himself to all the horny men, and they’d all take a bite. Brian would be the star, the showstopper, the spoiled fuck toy of the party. This idea drove Brian wild. As he thought about wandering around this giant house full of gay men as the 18 year old “special treat”, as Adam had put it, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to do it. It all seemed crazy. This was the sort of shit he read fiction about online, not the sort of thing that happened in real life. And yet, it really was happening, if he was willing to go. Brian knew that if he went to this party, he was going to get fucked. A lot. And if these guys were poz, then there was a good chance he’d leave there poz too. An even better chance than just another hookup with Adam. If he did this, he was officially chasing. If he went to the party, he was going there to get pozzed. When that dawned on him, sitting in his desk chair at 3am, unable to sleep, he blew a humongous load all over his t shirt and boxers. He wasn’t even planning on cumming yet, but the excitement had taken over. As he cleaned up, he decided: as long as he didn’t chicken out, he was going to this party. ***** Adam showed Brian in to the house. It was beautiful. The entryway featured high ceilings and some of the same columns he had seen outside. There was a gorgeous kitchen on one side of the open floor plan, glittering with stainless steel and bright white cabinetry. On the other, a cavernous great room with an ornate fireplace and floor to ceiling windows. He could see straight through to the other side of the house, where two sets of large french doors led out to the back yard. There were a few men hanging out inside as they walked through the house. Some wearing speedos or bathing suits, a couple fully clothed, and a few butt naked, which got Brian’s nervous cock stirring. He wasn’t used to just seeing men standing around with their cocks hanging out. The pair didn’t stop inside the house, but rather went right out back to the yard. As they exited the house, they stepped out on to a beautiful partially-covered patio that featured a giant grilling station, and past that was a big in-ground pool with about 6 or 7 men in it. Brian assumed most, if not all, of them were skinny dipping. The two of them walked up to the grill, where a tall, muscular black man was flipping burgers with one hand and holding an exotic-looking cocktail in the other. “He’s here!” Adam said evilly. “Jasper, this is Brian.” Jasper turned around, and Brian’s jaw just about dropped. Jasper was wearing short black swim shorts, but it was his amazing body that had Brian dumbfounded. He was probably 6’3” or 6’4” and looked like he lived at the gym. He was in his 50s, and a chest that was lightly covered by curly black hair sat just above his manly six-pack abs. This man was a god, Brian thought, as he just stood there staring instead of introducing himself. “Wow Adam, I think this kid is the definition of a twink.” Jasper said, looking Brian up and down. Brian was wearing his usual tan cargo shorts and a t-shirt, but he felt Jasper looking right through them. “Hi Brian, I’m Jasper” he said with a smile. “Hi, uh, thanks for inviting me.” “You’re very welcome. Thanks for coming. I imagine Adam let you know you’re the guest of honor?” “Yeah, he mentioned it.” Brian said apprehensively. “I’m not exactly certain what that means.” “It means you’re going to be having a lot of fun, and helping my friends have fun as well. Are you ready for that, Brian?” He raised an eyebrow and tried to size the kid up, guessing what the chance was he’d high-tail it out of there. “Once I introduce you to everyone, I think you’ll have a hard time leaving for a while.” Brian appreciated that Jasper was giving him one last out. But seeing Jasper, and looking around at all of the other hot older men in that back yard, Brian wasn’t going to be leaving now. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m ready.” “Good” Jasper said with an evil grin. “Just to make sure, you’re 18 right? A high school senior I think Adam said?” “Yup.” “Nice, off to college next year?” “Yeah, BU.” “Oh, excellent, not far from here.” Jasper said with a wink. “And what sort of experience do you have, Brian? With men, I mean.” “Well, I got fucked by Adam twice, and I have a boyfriend now…” “A boyfriend!?” Adam interrupted “That’s new!” “Haha yeah, it’s new. And I’ve gotten to fuck him once. But that’s it.” “And Adam tells me you took his poz seed but it didn’t take. How disappointing.” Jasper said, his first acknowledgement of that part of this party. “Yeah” Brian said sheepishly. “Well, I think we’ll have some fun with you today” Jasper said, before handing his grill spatula off to someone else and beaconing Brian to follow him across the patio and towards the pool. They walked over to the low stone wall which outlined the concrete along the poolside. Jasper told Brian to stand up on the wall. Brian did as he was told, expecting Jasper to follow suit, but instead he simply stood in the grass near the end of the wall and cleared his voice. “Everyone, can I have your attention!” Jasper bellowed. Someone turned off the music that had been playing, and everyone stopped what they were doing to pay attention to their host. Brian looked around and saw the back yard was filled with men, mostly in their 30s to 60s he guessed. Many of the party goers had just been hanging out, scarcely clothed (if at all), while a couple had been feeling each other up or making out, right out here in the yard. “Please welcome my special guest, Brian! Brian is an 18 year old high school senior. Yes, he’s still in high school aaaand he’s legal boys!” There were a few “woots” and whistles in the crowd as Jasper exclaimed this. “He is here today to be our exclusive little fuck toy. And before any of you ask, no, I didn’t hire him. Adam took his virginity a few weeks ago, and now he’s here to continue his education.” Jasper air quoted the last bit. “Brian, hunny would you please strip for us so we can see what we’ve got here.” Brian was stunned. He wasn’t expecting to publicly strip in front of everyone, but after being frozen for a few seconds, he did what he was told and lifted his white t-shirt up and over his head. The men at the party continued their cheers at the site of his smooth, skinny torso, and Brian felt a rush he hadn’t expected as he soaked in their admiration. He went to his belt next, and he could sense the anticipation building in the yard, everyone was waiting to see him fully naked. He kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his socks, and then in one swift motion, pulled down his shorts and boxers, exposing his well-endowed cock to the party. Cheers erupted from seemingly every guy at the yard. Whistling, cat calling, applause. As he stood up on the wall, his soft dick hanging between his legs, getting a lot of attention, he kicked off his shorts. He put his hands up behind his head, showing off what muscle he did have on his arms, and stretched his body up and hips out to give everyone a full view of his thin frame and big cock. A giant smile had formed across Brian’s face as the normally nervous, nerdy kid was getting high off all the attention his body was getting him. Jasper spoke up again. “Brian, you can feel free to hang out wherever you wish, eat and drink anything you like, take a dip in the pool, whatever floats your boat. But as you enjoy the party, some of my friends here are going to have their way with you. Boys, take him however you like. He tells me he is versatile, so just grab him and do what you want. There’s several bedrooms open in the house, but if you’re feeling exhibitionist I encourage you to use him right out here for us. I’m sure everyone will enjoy that.” There were more cheers and laughter from the crowd as Jasper explained how this was going to work. “Oh, and one more thing, he’s not on prep, and he’s negative” Jasper raised his glass as he said it, and Brian got one more round of whistles and cheers. Brian was still basking in the spotlight, a big grin on his face, but knew he was in trouble now. **** Brian, whose naked body was now soaking in sunlight in Jasper’s back yard, hopped down off the wall on to the grass. Adam stepped directly in front of him, and as his feet hit the ground, he found himself falling directly into Adam’s arms. Adam caught his boy and whispered in to his ear “I brought you here for all my friends, but I still get you first. Turn around.” He took Brian’s arms, spun him around, and nudged him towards the wall. He gently pushed down on Brian’s back. Jasper looked back and saw Adam getting Brian ready to be fucked. He let out a laugh loud enough for most of the people around to hear him, and then said “I guess Adam only shares after he’s had his own fun” before making his way back to the grill. Adam just grinned back at Jasper as he pulled his swimming trunks down around his ankles. Brian looked back and saw that Adam’s cock was already hard. He guessed watching him strip in front of everyone turned Adam on, knowing this was all his doing. He saw Adam drop some spit down on to his hard cock, and then he turned back around to wait. Even though he’d fucked Jake in the interim, Brian had been dying to feel cock inside him again ever since that first night with Adam. And, sure enough, he soon felt the pointed pain of Adam’s hard cock pushing against his still tight teenage asshole. This was not going to be a nice, easy fucking. Brian could already tell that Adam was hornier than he’d been back at his house. Adam didn’t give Brian any time to adjust as he pushed his cock through the muscles of his hole. He pulled Brian’s body back and drove his hips forward, sliding all eight inches of his hard dick into the tight 18 year old’s ass in one fast motion. Brian yelped in pain and almost collapsed on the wall as he felt his hole being invaded by Adam again. Adam didn’t give Brian time to adjust, like he had back at his house. As soon as he was balls deep, he was sliding out again, and then ramming his cock back in. “Oh, fuck yeah Brian. My cock feels so good inside you, you dirty little high school slut.” Brian yelped and moaned as Adam ruthlessly pounded him. With only spit for lube, this was a much rougher fuck that the first couple times had been, and Brian was feeling the pain. He closed his eyes and hung his head, wanting to lean on the wall for support, but he knew if he didn’t hold himself up the stone would hurt worse than the fucking. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Brian looked up and around at all of the other guys staring at the site of his pale, scrawny body bent over a wall and getting ruthlessly fucked by Adam’s 52 year old cock. He saw some of the guys jerking off, either through their shorts or just out in the open, while other continued to sip their drinks with a smile. Adam was getting encouragement from some of the crowd who was enjoying the show, while others just watched in silence, wishing they had gotten to Brian first. Conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through Brian’s mind as he continued to endure Adam’s primal fucking. He couldn’t believe he had put himself in this position, and he was a bit scared. He wondered if everyone at the party was going to want to fuck him, and if he could take it. If he couldn’t, would they let him leave, or would be be trapped? And, Jasper had pretty much made it clear that many, if not all, of these guys were poz. Were they on meds? Was there any chance he was leaving this house without HIV? At the same time, Brian recognized how turned on he was. His whole body was straining at each of Adam’s thrusts. His arms flexing as he held himself against the wall, his hard cock bouncing up and down, the sound of his ass getting slapped by Adam’s groin every other second. It was all adding to the experience, for Brian and for everyone watching. He felt like a prize; like a young God among men. He felt coveted, desired for his teenage youth, for his fit body, for his tight negative asshole. He felt sexy. He felt scared, but he felt good. Brian stiffened up and began to hold himself firm against Adam as he pounded him. Eventually he gained the strength to stand up straight for a moment. Adam wrapped his arm around Brian’s smooth torso and pulled him in to him, his bony back touching Adam’s hairy chest as his cock continued grinding in to the teenager’s hole. He could only last a minute like this, but the guys watching loved the sight of his smooth, pale chest and stomach, now glistening with sweat, and his cock flopping around with the force of Adam’s fucking. Brian leaned back over on to the wall as Adam growled “take my poz cum Brian. Take it you little bitch boy!” “Give it to me!” Brian managed to yell, out of breath. He pushed himself back forcefully into Adam, meeting one of his thrusts and feeling Adam’s cock go deeper inside him than it ever had yet. With that, Adam moaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of his toxic cum, quickly filling up Brian’s ass as he held on to his boy by the hips, holding his cock in place deep inside him. After a moment, Adam slid out of Brian, who spun around to sit back against the wall. His legs felt like jelly, and he could feel Adam’s cum running down his left thigh as it leaked out of his ass. Brian’s eyes opened wide as he caught a glimpse of Adam’s cock. It was covered in his own cum, but it looked like it also had a bit of blood on it. It hit Brian; the roughness of that fuck had been intentional. Adam and Jasper were going to make sure he got pozzed. Adam leaned in, lifted Brian’s head up by his chin, and planted a soft kiss on his boy. “I’ve got to go help Jasper with the grill. Man can’t cook a burger to save his life. You have fun now, Bri.” “I will.”

Part 1 I knew that my boyfriend was a whore when I met him. We met at a sex party after all. When I started chatting with him, he already had 8 loads in his hole and I was on my way to be number 9. But there was something about him that I found really appealing, and not just his big furry ass. I ended up at the sex party, slightly drunk, after a piggy young guy named Greg from BBRT that I had hooked up with a few times hit me up and invited me to the party. He was only 21 but already an experienced cumdump and pig. He said there were lots of barebackers there, and I was horny as fuck. Greg told me there were more bottoms than tops (surprise) and he knew I could come a bunch of times before I got tired. The bar wasn't happening that night so I figured I would go to the deserted industrial area. What could possibly go wrong?. The cab dropped me off outside, where there was just a door and a bare bulb. I was drunk enough that I decided “fuck it.” But if the party turned out to be a bust, there was no way a cab was going to come out here later. But I figured that it was worth the risk. I paid the driver, got out and rang the bell. A slot opened in the door. “Yeah? What the fuck you want?” “I’m here for the party. Greg invited me.” I could tell he was checking me out. “What’s the password?” I laughed and said “fellatio.” Someone had a sense of humor using an old fashioned, clinical term as a password The voice behind the slot laughed and said “OK. come on in.” The door opened and a short, compact, hairy, muscled man in a jockstrap stood there beckoning me inside. I followed him into the building. He had a big furry ass, perfectly framed by his jockstrap and I was mesmerized. He walked down a hallway into the building where I could hear music pounding but couldn’t see much. The hallway was only dimly lit and we quickly came to a room with a door on the right. He unlocked the door with a fob on his wrist and said “I’m Derek. I run this party. OK, strip. No clothes allowed inside except underwear and gear. All your stuff will be locked in this room. Only a couple of us have the key, so don’t worry about your stuff. Someone will be on duty here so you can leave whenever you want. Party goes all weekend. It’s twenty bucks.” I handed him a twenty and started to take my clothes off. I pulled my tank over my head and he reached over and petted the thick hair on my pecs. “Nice fur, pig,” he said. “Thanks.” I smiled and took off my shoes and jeans. I was glad I was wearing my favorite dark green Nasty Pig jockstrap. “Might wanna keep your shoes on, unless you’re into piss. There’s a wet area so if that’s your thing, leave them off.” He smiled big, and I finally got a good look at him. Derek was sexy and muscular with a dark buzz cut, a trim beard, a little bit of a belly covered in dark swirls of hair, and tree trunk legs and a hairy chest with large protruding nipples that looked like they loved to be worked over hard. He was hot as fuck. I smiled at him and said “I’ll take my chances.” I put the clothes and shoes into the plastic bag he handed to me. He placed them in the locked room and closed the door. It latched with a satisfying thud. He pointed down the hallway where I could see flashing lights where the music was coming from. I started to walk away and Derek said “hey…..forgot to give you this.” I walked back over to him and he handed me a little bottle of lube and at the same time grabbed me behind the head and pulled me to his face, where I could feel his scratchy beard rub against my face and taste his tongue. His mouth tasted like cum and tina. He’d clearly been sucking cock already tonight. We broke our kiss and he nonchalantly said “wanna bump?” So that was how this party was going to roll. I said “sure,” and he pulled two bumpers out of the waistband of his jockstrap. A blue one and a red one. He held them up and said “T or K?” Even better! I decided that I better have a little up. I tapped the red one and clarified that it was the T. He smiled big and said “you ready? This is some good shit. Come back and find me if you need more.” He set the bumper up for me and handed it to me, I sniffed and could feel the burn. It was a big bump. He raised his eyebrows and said “more?” I smiled and nodded quickly, and he set up another bump for me, which I greedily sucked into my other nostril. I shook my head and could feel the burn in my nose. He grabbed my head again and gave me a big sloppy kiss. “I’ll come and find you later. We need to fuck.” Then he reached down and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me, in the process slapping my big furry butt. “You’re gonna need this, faggot.” Then he slapped me on the ass and sent me on my way toward the music and the smells of pig sex. I walked down the hallway toward the sounds and smells and it opened up into another large room. Clearly the building had been a warehouse or something before it was a den of rutting pigs. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that there was a bar on one side where people were congregating, all naked or in some kind of gear, including some really hot sports gear. On the other side of the room there were sofas, chairs and benches with men in various positions, sucking cock, fucking, and just lounging around, watching the festivities while idly playing with their cocks. There must’ve been 40 men in this room. No wonder the bar was dead tonight. All the pigs are here. The entire vibe was intense, hot and fun. I could hear men by the bar laughing and telling jokes with the bartender, who was a very tall, thin, bearded man with a smattering of hair on his chest, wearing a sexy, low cut wrestling singlet. He saw me looking at him and smiled big, nodding, mouthing the words “hot little fucker.” I’m only 5’7” tall but I have a pretty muscular chest and only a little bit of a belly. Not bad for 40. But the boys hit me up for my cock. It’s long and fat and uncut and loves to plow a big greedy cumdump. I smiled at the bartender, mouthing “you too, pig,” and went in search of my fuck buddy, Greg. He was a filthy little whore who loved nothing more than taking cock after cock up his ass, with no one allowed to pull out until they bred him as deep as possible. I found him. His short, thin, smooth frame was bent over one of the sofas, with his big greedy ass in the air, being pounded by a hot muscle bear covered in thick salt and pepper hair with a very large cock. The guy’s cock was so thick, every time he pulled all the way out I could see Greg’s hole stay open, until he slammed it back in. I could hear Greg’s voice begging the hot bear to fuck him harder while I stood nearby and watched the hot scene. “Come on fucker, you know I need your load in my rape hole. Give me that cum.” The bear laughed and said “you’re gonna get my load, faggot, eventually. But I’m gonna take a break.” He pulled out his enormously fat cock, and Greg started to moan, “fuck, man! Please shove it back up my pussy!” The bear just laughed, tucked his cock back into his jock and wandered over to the bar. Greg was still bent over the arm of the sofa, with a little bit of cum dripping down his leg. I walked over to the sofa and slapped his big butt cheek, and he turned to see who was assaulting his ass. He smiled and started to get up. I pushed him back down and ran my finger up his leg to catch the drip of cum on his leg. I scooped it onto my finger and shoved it in his mouth, which made Greg moan. “Fucking whore. How many loads you got in that cunt of yours?” Greg laughed and said “I’ve been here for about four hours, so I’m guessing at least 7 or 8, but who knows? All I know is I want to get high and get more loads.” I laughed with him and said “do they care if we get high here?” Greg shook his head no. “They don’t care about much, as long as you’re not an asshole. He pulled a pipe and T from a little padded bag on the sofa and proceeded to load it up and take a huge hit. He waved me over and we traded the smoke back and forth for a few minutes. I was really glad I’d taken a Cialis before I left home tonight. Looking around the room there were a bunch of asses I wanted to shove my cock in. Greg and I shared his pipe, shotgunning a couple of hits of the smoke back and forth until another guy walked over, who Greg seemed to know. He was a little older than Greg but definitely younger than me, maybe in his late 20s. I always love it when they’re shorter than I am, and this boy fit the bill. He was at least 3” shorter than my 5’7”, had a hairy chest and beard and a shaved head. Very sexy. He walked up and asked “Who’s your friend, Greg?” “This is Mike. Mike, Adam, Adam, Mike.” Instead of shaking his hand, I reached over and pulled his face to mine, and gave him a shotgun that Greg had given to me. His eyes got big and we had a good time exchanging the smoke back and forth and making out until the smoke was gone. Greg handed the pipe to Adam and we started again, until we were all three well spun. Greg decided to wander off and find a sling to lie in, while Adam and I made ourselves more comfortable on the sofa. He was a sexy little thing and my cock was hard as a rock. I reached around to touch his hole and it was clear that it had been already used tonight. Just my kind of little whore. We made out for a while and he slid down onto the floor on his knees, looking up at me with his sexy brown eyes and a puppy dog look on his face. He whispered “can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please?” So that’s how it was going to be. Getting to my age meant that young guys had begun to call me Daddy a lot, and who was I to say no? I reached down and took his sexy face in my hands and kissed him. Then I spat in his face, which made him flinch. “Are you a dirty little faggot, son? Is that what you’re telling me?” “Yes, Daddy,” Adam said. Then he looked up at me again and said “I’m a whore, daddy. I need to get my holes used. Will you breed me, please, Sir?” I spat in his face again, this time he reached out with his tongue and tried to lick my spit off his face. I reached up and wiped it and then shove my fingers in his mouth. “Get down there and suck my cock, you dirty little fag. Then, maybe I’ll breed your cunt.” Adam reached up to move my jockstrap aside with his hand and I swatted it away. “With your teeth, boy. Only your teeth.” Adam smiled real big and enthusiastically said “Yes, Daddy!” He put his hands behind his back like a good little cumdump and reached up to pull my jock down with his teeth. The boy had clearly done this before. He quickly had my jock pulled down under my nuts and waited for permission to suck my cock. I could tell he was salivating at the sight of my long, fat, uncut dick. Boys had done some pretty filthy things in order to have my amazing cock buried in their cunts. I spat in his face again, and nodded, saying “suck it all the way down, faggot. Gag yourself with it. This cock is your god until I say you’re done. Understand, boy?” He nodded and greedily impaled his mouth and throat on my cock until all 10” of it was buried inside his head. I reached up and held his mouth down on my dick until he started to gag. Then I released him and said “you’re gonna have to do better than that, faggot.” Then I spat in his face again, and shoved my cock back down his throat. The boy’s gag reflex seemed to be under control as I fucked his skull, varying the speed and completely controlling his head. The little bitch only moved when I wanted him to move. When I let his head up, I could tell he was enjoying my extra long foreskin that never fully retracts. Even when I’m rock hard, most of the head of my cock is covered by skin. I fucking love how it feels and dirty little whores like Adam love it too. Especially when they find something extra special under the hood of my cock. Precum tends to get caught under there for a really nice pig snack when some little whore is sucking my cock. Adam was an enthusiastic little cocksucker, and I loved watching his puppy dog eyes look up at me with intense need while I controlled his throat and how much of my fat cock was shoved in his face hole. But what I really wanted to breed his sexy pussy. I reached down and pulled his head off my cock. As soon as I did, I could hear him take in a huge breath, knowing that he had no control over when he was going to get the next one. “Breathe, pig,” I said. "We have lots of time, and besides, I wanna get us both more spun and then use your hole. Adam smiled real big and said “Whatever you want, Daddy. My cunt is hungry.” I knew we were in for a fun night.

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

I’m a good-looking 26-year-old, 5’11”, 175 lbs., nice smooth body, I work out and it shows too. Unfortunately, I am a sex addict with very little to no ability to control my urges. I also have fantasies that I love to turn into reality. Of course, most of these fantasies require having willing partners. I also love anonymous sex, you know, very little words exchanged, just pure sex. This means that I spend a lot of time online looking for people who want to help me turn my fantasies into reality. I also have roommates, which makes things a little more difficult, but more interesting also, especially since I’m not out and my roommates have no idea that I like to have sex with men. For some time now, I have been contacting men trying to lure them to my house. I’m very explicit in terms of what I’m looking for. I tell the guy that I’m looking to get fucked, nothing else, just fucked in the ass. Then I tell them that I want for them to arrive at my house, come to the side door, get undressed, lube up their cocks, then come down into the basement, where they would find me, naked, lubed, and ready, with a butt plug in my ass, making it nice and ready for fucking. All they need to do is to remove the butt plug and go for it. It is not easy to find men who are willing to show up at a stranger’s house and go down to his basement basically naked with a hard, lubed dick, so I had decided I would have to lower my standards and just go with anyone who would be willing. My story starts when I contacted this guy last Friday. His profile sounded real hot. He said he was 6’3”, 210 lbs., with lots of muscle, etc. Just my type! I told him of my fantasy and he thought it was hot and agreed to meet me that night. As we continued to chat, I told him I wanted everything to be safe and he agreed. He lived close by, so, at the predetermined time, I went downstairs and waited for his arrival. I heard the door upstairs open, then I heard noises that indicated that my visitor was getting himself ready. As promised, I was downstairs, on all fours, waiting for him to come down and start fucking me. I left lube and condoms upstairs for him to use as he got himself ready. After a couple of minutes, my dick was hard with anticipation, and lots of precum already oozing down and dripping on the floor. My friend finally came downstairs and I could see him from the corner of my eye (the basement lights were turned off, only a dimmed light partially lit the place. From what I could see, this guy was as good looking as he described himself to be. He had a nice thin waist, a big hairy chest and thick legs. His hard cock looked bigger than the 8 inches he had described it to be, and it seemed to be very thick. I didn’t move, and waited for him to lower himself behind me. After he positioned himself behind me, he proceeded to remove the butt plug from my well-lubricated hole. He was gentle and had the butt plug removed in no time. He then moved closer to me and started to insert his thick head into my waiting hole. I couldn’t believe just how horned up I was. My fantasy was finally coming true, and with one hot dude! His first strokes were gentle, but as soon as he realized that my ass had already been plucked by the butt plug, his strokes intensified. As we had discussed, our intent was to get him off as quickly as possible, neither one of us was looking to put on a show. This was strictly about him getting off. It was all about him and his pleasure; and by the way he was fucking me, he knew that and he was making sure that so did I. He kept fucking deep and hard with that big meat of his and I could feel some of the lube dripping off my ass as he plowed his cock in then almost all the way out of my hole then all the way in again. I then reached over to touch his cock and balls. That is when I noticed that he didn’t seem to be wearing rubbers, even though we agreed that everything was going to be safe only. I couldn’t believe what he was doing! I felt helpless, there was little what I could do. I had roommates upstairs, which meant I couldn’t cause a scene. I tried to move away but his had a strong grip around my waist and I couldn’t really go anywhere. He knew I noticed about the lack of rubbers, which only intensified his grip around my waist. His pounding also intensified and I thought he was getting close to cumming and filling my ass with his cum. I whispered to him asking him to pull out and put on a rubber. He kept pounding, totally fucking me exactly the way I had envisioned. His only response was that he didn’t see any rubbers upstairs and that my ass was so good he wasn’t going to pull out. I begged him to put on a rubber or at least to pull out before he came. He said “sure” and went on giving me the best fuck of my life! A couple of seconds later, I felt his rhythm change and once again I tried to escape his grip while I begged him once more to pull out. He didn’t! I felt his cock literally grow inside of me, as he began to flood me with him cum. Spurt after spurt of cum filled my guts as he kept his masculine hands around my waist – in charge and in control, exactly the way I had fantasized! I was so scared but so turned on, I couldn’t believe it! After he finished, he reinserted the butt plug into me and left me there. After he left, I went back upstairs, as I removed the butt plug from my sore hole, this big wad of cum fell to the bathroom floor. I couldn’t believe the amount and couldn’t even imagine how much of his hot cum was still floating inside of me! I went back online, still in a daze, not knowing what to do. I then saw him online. He thanked me for a great fuck and wanted to know when he could come back for more. I told him how scared I was for what he had done. He told me he gave me exactly what I was asking for and told me he was chatting with another guy and told this other guy about me and that if I wanted for him to come back and do me again that I would have to let this other guy do me THAT night! I gave it some thought and decided to go for it, after all, my new friend was too hot, too good looking to pass, and he knew exactly what I wanted. I accepted his terms and not too much later this other guy showed up and fucked me good. It didn’t take him long to deposit another load in me. Afterwards I decided I couldn’t do that again. I can’t see myself letting another guy drop his load in my ass like I did that night. I have been avoiding my fucker friend, as I know I will not be able to resist his advances!

So this guy hits me up in A4A and he’s 60. Ok shape still, no problem, I tell him I’m looking to breed. Then he responds something like “I always play safe, that’s why I’m negative and 60!” I respond something like “I’m neg too, always played safe, now on prep.” He responds “no thanks, not looking to take a load from a guy on Prep! Sorry!” So I said “no problem, enjoy being neg. I am, and will continue to be on prep!” Then he sends me some wise ass answer back. I blocked him. My point is dude your 60! And still bragging about being negative, and missing out of fucking for what? What are you waiting for?! Then you’ll be 65, then 70, then 75 still talking about “yeah I’m still neg!”. Ok, what did you win? This isn’t even really about Prep I guess, but at some point don’t u just let loose and enjoy life? I’m all for safe play, hell I still use condoms sometimes if it makes the dude comfortable. Just say “safe only” and leave it a that. Sorry, rant over!

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I could see he was getting close, “Oh fuck, pig! I’m gonna cum!”, he bellowed. “Do it, fucker! Knock me up! Breed me!”, I begged. “Gonna POZ you up man. Gonna. Fuckin’. POZ!!!!”, he barely got that out before I felt his rock hard meat painting my guts with his sick seed. Time was suspended as I stared up at him between my legs. He ground his venom into me real good before finally going soft and sliding out. I immediately replaced his cock with a butt plug I kept handy. Nothing like getting a charged load on your lunch hour. Ain’t working from home great? Now, I have a fondness for rough trade. And this dude was just my speed: Skinny, bearded, heavily tattooed, and POZ - a gorgeous specimen. To think I had hit him up less than an hour before on one of the hookup apps. And here I was with his toxic baby batter safely stewing in my faggot cunt. ”You think it’ll take?”, I asked. “Should - I’m toxic as fuck.”, he replied while casually lighting a cigarette. Soon enough he got dressed and collected his gear. “Let me know if you wanna go again sometime, dude”, I said as he walked towards the door. He paused, got a wicked smile on his face and said, “Come see me tonight. Stop by just before 9 pm. Be ready”. With this, he handed me a business card. “Later pig”, he spat as the door shut behind him. I inspected the card; ‘Ruby Scorpion Tattoos’. The address put it on the south side of town. I have some ink on me, not a lot, but I hadn’t scratched that particular itch in some time. I had only started actively Chasing since making a New Years resolution to get POZZED by the end of this year. And finding a real unmedicated POZ fucker was proving a greater challenge than I had expected. So the prospect of getting another dirty load from this guy - especially in a tattoo parlor - got me hella excited. By 8:30; I’m cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the south side. As I’m driving through this unfamiliar part of town, I see a red neon scorpion in one of the windows. Definitely the right place! I hit the front door just before 9 pm. A bell announces my arrival. “We’re closed!”, said a big guy with a push broom, not bothering to look up. “Oh - umm...I was told to..”, I stammered. “We’re closed, ASSHOLE!”, he growled this time turning to face me. It was then that I realized I never got the name of the fucker that had bred me. I pulled the business card - no name on it. At this point, the broom guy started toward me with a purpose. This guy was big. I mean BIG: six foot four, broad shoulders, barrel chest, shaved head, goatee, wearing a white wife-beater that popped against his brown skin. And he was clearly pissed. I’m already turning to leave as he reaches for me. “Tiny! Hold it, he’s with me.”, I hear from the back of the shop as the fucker from before enters the front. ‘Tiny’ released me roughly as the fucker locked the front door and took me by the arm. “I’m sorry. I...I..didn’t know your name”, I offered a bit shakily. “Chill”, he replied as we crossed the room. “Yeah, sorry - your buddy ‘Tiny’ kinda freaked me out. I’m chill, I’m chill...”, I began. “No, I’m Chill... My. Name. Is. ‘CHILL’”, he corrected. It took me a second. “Oh...OK. Hi.” (Jeez this guy must think I’m a dork). He chuckled to himself as he walked through the shop. “So you already met Tiny”. I acknowledged him with a nod. He had resumed sweeping. “Come with me”, he ordered. I complied, lost in the moment. “Tiny, this is that new guy I told you about earlier.”, Chill said causing Tiny to stop sweeping. “Oh yeah?”, Tiny replied, “I’ll tell Sarge”. With that, Tiny disappeared into the back room. I followed Chill down a flight of stairs to a dungeon space. The room was painted black with red lighting. A sling hung in the middle. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I was naked in an instant. Chill pushed me to my knees and hauled out his semi while I hit my poppers. I was sucking him nice and hard as I heard two sets of boots tromp down the stairs. Soon enough, Tiny had hauled me up - effortlessly, I might add - and set me into the sling. He secured my wrists and ankles firmly with velcro restraints. He paused to take in my body. I’m no huge prize, but I’m decent looking for a man who just turned 40. This was the first time I looked at Tiny in the face. He was handsome, with smooth features that made him ageless. He smiled knowingly, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Chill told us about you. About what you want. What you need,” he started caressing my cheek. I began to speak, “Shhhh,” Tiny whispered putting his index finger to his lips, “You’re here for a reason. You’re in the right place.” “This the pig you bred earlier”, a new voice bellowed. “You must be Sarge,” I said. He looked over at me with a cold glare. “No one’s talking to you.”, he uttered condescending while taking a puff of his cigar. Tiny, behind him, held his index finger to his lips again. OK, my bad - I thought to myself. Sarge was an older dude. Silver flattop haircut, clean shaven, muscle shirt, jeans, sleeves on both arms, and a face that told the story of a life lived hard. I watched as Chill undressed as he murmured something in Sarge’s ear. Tiny took his his cue and also started undressing. All the while, Sarge never taking his eyes off me. Sarge walked over to me. His two coworkers flanking him, stroking themselves absently. He took a long draw on his cigar. The tip of it glowed red. Smoke exited his nostrils menacingly. “Chill tells me you’ve been looking for...a certain something. Is that right?”, he asked. I nodded and swallowed hard. “Well, lucky for you, we may just be able to help you with that. Is that what you want?”. I nodded again as my cock twitched. He took another puff of his cigar and stepped back into the darkness. Chill stepped forward, greased his cock and pressed it against my hole. Tiny got me poppered up as Chill entered me. He was just as bone hard as he had been earlier that day. You ever take a cock that’s so hella-hard it feels like steel? That’s Chill. His dick may not have been the biggest, but it was veiny as fuck and I swear it was hard as stone. He got his fuck on. I could see his turgid tool sawing into me in the mirror suspended above. I felt and watched as my now soft, worthless, dick jiggled and bounced on my belly. I reveled in that expression of my submission. I could see Sarge’s silhouette in the background - his cigar glowing and fading from time to time. The smoke lending a haze to the dim red lighting. Having unloaded in me earlier, Chill took a good long time to get his nut. But nut he did. And gloriously so. He made sure to fully unload into me before stepping away. Less then a minute later Tiny stepped forward. Having taken off his shirt I could now see, even in this light, his full body tattoo. It was one magnificent piece, from his neckline down. He turned around slowly, arms outstretched, to let me take it In. I marveled at the artistry, at the patience it took, at the pain tolerance of the man. It must have taken years. That familiar red glow peaked and faded over his shoulder. Tiny seemed to enjoy the admiration - of me feasting my eyes on him. He smiled broadly and cued me to look up at the mirror. Doing so, I saw his equally magnificent black cock as he approached my cunt. Tiny, it was NOT. This was a cock any man would envy. Would fear. Thick as my wrist and almost as long. With a magnificent crimson head the size of a plum. I took a hard swallow as his foreskin kissed my pussy lips. I tensed at the thought of him entering me. From the shadows, Chill appeared and poppered me up. With that, Tiny began his long journey into me. His pliant cockhead entered me easily enough. Followed, slowly, by his ebony shaft. Slowly. Achingly slowly. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as his smooth raw cock travelled deeper and deeper towards my core. I felt him press against my inner ring. Somehow, Chill was right there poppering me up again. I could feel Tiny relent from my inner cunt. He whispered: “Give your self to me. I want to give you my Gift. Show me how much you want it, now.” In that moment, I felt my world open to him. Tiny slid effortlessly the rest of the way into me. A stream of precum flowed out of my soft useless dick onto my belly. He dipped a finger into it and brought it to his lips. “Sweet, like nectar”. He hissed. I was gone. Gone. I think I passed in and out of consciousness. I remember feeling myself move, rocking back and forth - as if in slow motion. My vision narrowed. I seemed to float up above myself. I could see myself being cleaved in half by this beautiful living rail splitter. Moments later, I realized I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I wondered why I had not realized that before. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I marveled as Tiny’s black log appeared and disappeared. Over and over. A part of me wondered how he was doing that. Suddenly I tumbled back into myself when I heard a long scream. It was Tiny. His body convulsed as he delivered a river of charged cum into me. Flooding me. Tiny stood very still. I could see his chest heave for breath . He was covered in sweat, as was I. After a long moment I felt his magnificent third arm slip out of me. He staggered back, into the shadows. I didn’t need my hands to tell me my cunt was gaping open and dripping onto the floor below. I wallowed in that feeling of total surrender. Then I heard Sarge step forward. His cigar lighting the way. He took the cigar from his mouth and brought it down to my mawing cunt. I felt him circle my gaping pussy lips with it. The feeling was...indescribably perfect. He brought his cigar back to his mouth. With this, Chill and Tiny stepped forward next to him. Sarge savored the taste of cum on his cigar. Tiny leaned down to receive Sarge’s smoke filled kiss. He took another puff and shard that with Chill. I was witness to a sharing I never knew possible before. Sarge unzipped and hauled out his own very impressive meat. He slipped into my meathole all too easily. “Mmmm...just how I like it: Sloppy as all fuck.” Sarge pulled out and took hold of his long pendulous balls. Together with his cock, he brought them to my mawing cunt, and all at once ALL OF HIM was inside me. Sarge was fucking me with his cock and balls fully inside me. My mind reeled at the sight of it. He pounded me with fury. I watched slack-jawed as he pins toned my cunt until he delivered his demon seed into me as well. It was all too much - and watched as my now hard cock shot a no hands load on me chest. Rapture. It was rapture. Sarge took a step back and regained his composure. “Your journey is almost done”, Sarge said softly. With that signal, Tiny and Chill appeared on either side of me. A small spotlight shown on my left pec. Chill wiped me down as Tiny picked up his tattoo machine. It buzzed to life in his hand as he brought it to my skin. “I had my doubts when Chill brought you here,” Sarge shared. “He had to convince me. But you won over Tiny fairly quickly. And seeing you take them on as you did proved they were right. You were ready.” Tiny worked on me for a several minutes. I couldn’t make out what he had tattooed on my chest in the mirror above. As Tiny stepped away, Chill leaned in from his side and started with his machine. The buzzing continued. Sarge went on, “You’re part of a select few now. We’ve only given our collective Gift to three others before you. Each of us, you see, carries a different strain. All three of us are unmedicated POZ. And now, all three strains have found their new home in you”. The buzzing stopped. Tiny and Chill freed my hands. Sarge passed me a hand mirror. For the first time, I saw my transformation tattoo: A small Ruby Scorpion. It was beautiful. I felt a peace wash over me. As if I had reached the end of a long journey. Finally, I had come home.

My first encounter was a school function at 16. We split a hotel room with a neighboring school because we had uneven numbers in FBLA (future business leaders of America). I was in a room of three so shared a room with a kid from the neighboring school. He was a sexy black guy. In the middle of the night we ended up getting close to each other and we were both definitely hard. Nothing happened until the second night when I was the big spoon and he reached around to feel my cock. He turned around and lowered himself and started sucking me. then he told me to turn over and just started fucking my ass. After he did me, I crawled on top of him and fucked him. hooked on bareback and BBC ever since

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PART 1 I'm from the UK and go to Disney World in Florida quite regularly with family. We usually go for about a month at a time and we all stay in the same room. During my last visit, I was finally on PREP. I was paranoid about taking over a months supply with me through customs, and even more paranoid about taking poppers with me. I was debating do I go a month without sex, or do I risk it. In the end, I stuck with the prep but left the poppers at home. I didn't want to pass up an opportunity for sex should one arise, but being with my family I thought those opportunities would be few and far between. The night before my departure, we stayed in a hotel at the airport. Thankfully I had my own room, but unfortunately it was directly opposite my parents. Everyone went to bed quite early, as we had a long day ahead the next day. Alarms were set for 3am and our 9 hour flight left at 11. Whilst in bed, I decided to check through Grindr, not expecting to find anything but i'd give it a go, maybe I could sext someone or something. As usual, there were a few profiles 4 maybe 5 miles away, I couldn't travel so they were out. I was about to give up when a profile popped up 50 feet away. Almost instantly I had a message from them with "looking?". Suddenly I became nervous, could I sneak out? I cant have them here what if my parents see them. But I was so horny I thought fuck it. I replied "yes, what room?" I wasn't prepared at all, I had no poppers, no condoms / lube, but I was so horny I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, it could've been my last for a month. I had a response from Grindr. He's on the same corridor as me, just 3 doors up. I left my room, being super quiet and making sure the heavy hotel door doesn't create suspicion for my parents. He had left his door on the latch and I walked in, pitch black. I couldn't see where I was going, until I could see the faint glow of a phone light and a the slight outline of a guy on the bed. I jumped straight into this, I didn't even ask the guy for a picture on Grindr. The phone light went off and I could see him getting up and walking to me, neither of us had said a word and he just started kissing me and fingering my ass. This was happening, I was so excited and asked to suck him. He had an average size cock, but it was extremely thick, it filled my mouth and he started fucking my throat. Every time I was gagging he pulled me up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He said "spit in my mouth". I was a little shocked, I hesitated and he grabbed my throat. "I said spit in my mouth". My dick suddenly got really hard. I spat in his mouth, as requested and he pulled me down to kiss me. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so". I didn't know how to respond, so I went with a simple "Yes sir". He pulled my dick in to his mouth and asked me to fuck his throat, I was getting close to cumming so I asked him to stop. He went into his rucksack and pulled out some poppers. "Picked these up in Amsterdam, they're the real deal now sniff". He held the bottle under my nose. "Sniff again and dont stop until I said so". I kept sniffing, and sniffing, "Stop and hold your breath until I say so". I held my breath and then he said "Release and suck this dick". I became super hot, and horny. His dick became the only thing in my world, I needed it, not having it wasn't an option. I managed to deep throat it and begin to vomit. He pulled out and stuck the bottle under my nose again. "Sniff bitch until I say stop". The thumping in my head was incredible, I felt free. He pulled away the bottle and spun me over and pushed my head into the bed. I felt him spit in hole, and I could feel his dick teasing the opening. He started to push and I started to gasp, before he put his hand over my mouth. "You only speak when I let you". "Yes sir" I replied. My first mistake. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY" as my head was thrusted into the mattress and my ass spanked harder than I knew was possible. I loved it. I could feel the poppers wearing off, and his thick cock was tearing my hole a part. I tried to reach for the poppers but my master grabbed them. He pulled them behind my back and said "You sniff when I let you.". He started to slow, he must've been close. He placed the bottle in front of me and said I want you to huff this. Put your lips around the bottle. I did as my master said. He climbed on the bed and made me sit on his dick. He wanted me to ride him and choke him at the same time. He pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him thrust in to my house, he wouldn't let go and held me tight. He filled my ass with his cum. He pushed me away. "KEEP GOING", I kept going and a few seconds later he moaned. "MILK MY DICK MILK IT" I kept going and he told me I was a good boy. I asked him could I cum and he slapped me. "NO TALKING". He turned his body backwards and asked my to throat fuck him and choke him at the same time. I'm not to stop until I cum. I kept going and could hear him gagging, every time he smacked my ass I was to let go of his throat. It wasn't long, and my load flowed freely down his throat. He kept sucking, every last drop. He got up and kissed me, it was 2:30am, I was supposed to get up in half an hour. I told him I need to get back to my room. We exchanged numbers and I left. I walked back to my room, with the cum slowly dripping out my ass staining my underwear. It was my only pair so I had to wear these cum soaked underwear on the plane the next day. TO BE CONTINUED

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Last night having the day off on Friday I was cruising for loads online. One regular hung aggressive top messaged me and said he would be over in 20 minutes. He said to be ready and have my pussy up. He is a top that loves to get his cock absolutely as deep as possible. And he is a solid 8 inches. So he came over and I was pussy up and ready when he got there. He fucked me hard for 10 or 15 minutes then mounted me and put that not deep in my hole. Just where I like it. so then about an hour after he left a top who visits periodically messaged me and said he was in town. He is a legitimate 9+ inches. Sexy as fuck and in great shape. He came over and fucked my pussy hard for about 50 minutes. Lots of poppers and was in fucking back hard. Took several videos. Ended up putting his load deep in me. After he left I basically curled up on my bed and moaned for about the next half hour. I thought to myself that was one of the best fucks ever but I can’t take that beating regularly so may not be able to see him again. So now today after he sends me the videos I am hoping to put my pussy up for him again tonight.

Today marks the 14th day since my second vaccine dose so I am officially vaccinated. Just in time for my first sexcursion to NYC next weekend after more than a year. Looking forward to taking loads all weekend long!

I had the Oxford vaccine on Thursday, felt a little shit yesterday but all good now. I have a family member who thinks it’s all a conspiracy and it just angers me so much how selfish people can be. If we all had that attitude we’ll never get out of this. Also those that think this has been rushed, yes it has but not at the expense of proper procedure. A normal vaccine takes much longer not because it’s gone through more safety checks but because of how much time the red tape normally takes. As a human race we really are pathetic sometimes, the internet is great, but it’s also created a generation where facts don’t matter. The world we enjoyed, the clubs we fucked in, will never get back without the vaccine that’s a fact.

I'm a bottom, have topped alot before, and I agree totally. Being a bottom doesn't suddenly grant a top to do anything whatsoever. I get the hot-story factor and fantasy angle, but agreeing to something then not following through is being worse than a dick. That said, a few of my hottest memories were tops who insisted on fucking me with condom, then they stealthed me. One I remained in touch for a little while and fucked again, the other fucked me for a few years occasionally raw. Both kept telling me what a pig and whore I was taking raw dick, insisting I fuck anyone (I really don't) while they bred me. Maybe it was their fantasy.

I signed on to BBRT. Two messages - one the usual advert for a party and the second from Twinkhole69. This looked interesting. As a beefy bear I know the twinks love a proper man to ride em. His profile said "my status - not sure". Your status "no preference". He was a slim blonde twink aged 23 and his profile said he loved to ride cock. Perfect! The message said "hey, wanna use me sir and give me your load". I replied "sure - I need some meat - wanna know my status?". He was still online and replied "not yet sir, here's my address..." It was nearby so I told him to be ready in 20 mins and headed round. It was in a block of flats so I buzzed his number and he said - "cum in, doors open". I climbed the stairs and walked straight into his flat closing the door behind me. One room was half dark with the room open and I walked in shutting it behind me. I felt his beautiful skinny ass starting to finger it - at this he sniffed from his poppers. I asked if he wanted to know my status "he said - not yet". I replied "such a slut aren't you?". His answer was very honest "yes, I take a lot of loads - raw every Saturday and Sunday but last test was neg. Honestly mate I could have anything - I should be open - like my hole - would understand if you don't want to go further". My cock had got rock solid at this news and I said "sniff lad". He did and I pushed my rock hard cock into his pre-lubed hole. "That answer your question?" I asked. He said "yes sir, 100%". I commanded him to "sniff again" and as he did I whispered "want my poz cock?" into his ear and he shouted "yes sir, make tonight the night, breed me". I said to him I would, I'd pound his slut hole and get him pregnant. "I'm fucking every load you've ever had into your hole right now and making it take - making it worthwhile." I asked if it was just lube he'd used as his hole was feeling amazing. He replied "no, you're the second guy to cum in me today". He begged me to fuck the cum into his hole deeper and harder. The thought of this twink coating my cock in his sex was too much and my balls tensed up and he felt it and screamed "poz me daddy" and I did squirting load after load into his dirty cumhole. He snuggled into my big hairy chest and feel asleep. I knew I could have a lot more fun with this lad...

It continually astounds me that we are almost a decade into PrEP being available in the USA, and I regularly still have to explain it to some clueless hookup.

You are new here, and once you have taken the time to read through the forums and become more familiar with the community, you will discover that Breedingzone members do not all have the same set of social, religious, or moral backgrounds, come from an array of nations in which sexual norms are different, and have each of them a personal life story that has shaped who he has become as a sexual being. While I, like you, find the concept of incest among parent and child unthinkable, many here are indifferent to it, see how it may work under certain contexts, or just find it in some way a natural expression. Some, who have actual life experience with father-son incest, are at the end of the day the only relevant authority on the effects of the practice. Not you, not me, nor some horn dog fantasist, nor some religious zealot. Expressing a strongly judgmental view here is seldom welcomed, and is not a good look for one of your first posts. The site management has already determined (from long experience moderating filthy discussions) which topics are too unacceptable even for here, and has taken measures to keep the forum clean of them. They are few. Be sure you read the forum rules before you post. We talk about a lot of shit here, some of it unsavory, little of it for the faint-of-heart. If you see a topic such as this that by its title seems sure to offend you, your best bet is to skip it and move along to the next topic. No one is going to value your judgmental outburst, you’ll probably get much less polite responses than mine, and almost certainly get downvoted. We welcome you, but I encourage you to get to know us a little better.

I have been on PrEP for several years. I always and only fuck bare and seed deep inside. I too have found that I have to explain what PrEP is to guys that hit me up for fun. Most don't read my profile where I clearly state I am on PrEP and fuck bare. NOT fucking with those guys is just fine. I have several undet. buds and others that I fuck and always looking for more fuck buds who want raw m2m sex. If you don't like that I'm on PrEP then don't take my seed. LOL But I find more and more guys want to fuck bare also

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Hi there army, thanks for following me in here 😊

Thanks for the follow. x

agree. my dad and brother have been the best sex of my life

I love this forum because it gives me a chance to talk with like minded guys, even though I know I’m fighting an uphill battle on some topics. Most guys are here are really chill. However, a lot of this stuff on here isn’t my cup of tea, so I keep scrolling.

Moderator's Note: You really don't. Just like people who don't like bugchasing or PNP don't have to read about those things because the staff of this forum spends way too many hours of their lives moving things posted in the wrong places to where they belong. If you don't want to discuss politics, stay out of this part of the site.

This. Is. A. Political. Forum. JFC, how hard is it to NOT enter a forum about politics if you don't want to read about politics? Are you so incapable of self-control that if you see the word "Politics" in the title, you are drawn inescapably to read whatever is posted there? There are things I don't want to read about here, like, say, chem sex. Guess what? I don't go into those forums! Amazing how that works - somehow, magically, if you don't open up a forum in which you're not interested, YOU DON'T SEE POSTS ON THAT TOPIC! It's almost magical how it works! Talk about "give it a reprieve".

Feeling fucking powerful now, have my pig here and his rugby playing ass is just milking me dry like a pro! Already can see he is hooked on parTying! But he isn't aware that I have been flooding him full of unmedicated POZ cum haha

If done properly, it feels amazing. Sure, tops come in different lengths, girths, etc. Some things, though, are universal. Going in initially is a bit of a collaborative effort. Definitely should start with some level of lube (even if that lube is spit). From there, a top should push in, and let my ass just relax with it. Jamming it in without any additional consideration will only make me uncomfortable from the get-go, and won't be an enjoyable experience for either of us. Once there is that initial sliding in, a few slow strokes is a good way to get me primed and ready to go; my top's cock starts to feel much more comortable then, and I get the desire to go for more. I'm a big believer in audio/visual cues. Lay me on my face where we're facing each other and pay attention to my moans and facial expressions. You'll know if you're doing it right or not.

Part Thirteen This was my first time actually studying John and I had to admit, I could see why people liked him. He had Sammy's looks, except fleshed out. Where Sammy was adorable, John had all the same features except on a man's face. He looked like he had just walked out of porno that was set in a locker room. His body though was off the charts. Most football players were jacked but lacked definition, massive slabs of muscle but not very toned. John was not like that at all. At one point John lifted his shirt up to show Betty his abs and I was amazed to see a perfect set of washboard abs. So he had Sammy's looks and Eli's definition while looking like he was built from granite. Yeah, I bet this guy had nailed more girls than our whole house combined. What was also amazing was the fucking bulge sliding down the leg of his jeans. It looked like he had a sock shoved in his pants, except I could see the meaty head of his cock from across the room and from the way the denim was worn, it was obvious he naturally hung to the left. Betty was playing it up nicely, laughing at his jokes, feeling his pecs, but more importantly, bringing him the beers I had set out for him. She was bringing him the third one when she passed by me, “He's already starting to slur, this is going to put him under.” I gave her a wink as she walked over and handed our boy his laced drink. He drank it down in nearly one gulp, no doubt showing off to her, though with his body it wasn't necessary. Within minutes his head slumped down and jerked back up as he started to drift. She looked over at me and nodded. I got up and walked over to the couch. “He drank too much,” she said, acting it up for him, “Can you help us to a room?” “Sure, you ok man?” I asked John, helping him to his feet. “Yeaaahhhh...” he said, stumbling, “Goood prttyy...” He leaned on me and I walked him up to my room, dumping him on my bed. Betty leaned down and said to him “Let's get these clothes off.” His eyes were closed but he smiled and nodded, so I began to strip him down quickly. I shucked his shoes and socks while Betty pulled his shirt off over his head. I unbuckled his belt and tugged on his jeans, leaving him in a pair of tight, Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His cock was tucked to the left, and though still soft, was bigger than most hard cocks I had seen. “Damn,” Betty said, marveling at the specimen of manhood that was laid out before us. “Once he's tamed, you can take him for a ride or two,” I whispered to her and she smiled and kissed me hard. “I'm gonna hold you to that.” she said and walked out. Leaving me alone with my prey. First things first, I needed to get him injected, which meant keeping him docile for a few minutes. I grabbed the mask and placed it gently over his face and mouth and opened the bottle of poppers. He took a deep breath and then made a noise as his entire body seemed to relax. Quickly I grabbed the syringe and tied off his bicep, luckily he had a fucking road map of veins, so finding a good one was easy. I injected him with 100mg of MDMA. I undid the tourniquet and within seconds he let out a contented sigh and a smile spread across his face. He was gone. I climbed up onto the bed and began to feel up his chest. It was solid fucking muscle, prime grade A, Texas beef. He made a sound and his smile grew. I took the nub of his nipple between my fingers and pinched and he let out an audible groan as his hips left the bed. “Man, it has to be genetic,” I said tweaking the other nipple, “All the Parker boys are nipple sluts.” He twisted under my touch, no actual words had come out of his mouth yet, between everything in his system I don't think he was capable of them yet. I leaned down and nibbled one of them and the noises he was making was just music to my ears. I moved up and licked his ear and he shivered a little. I began to tongue fuck him and he let out a small whimper I response. I nibbled on his neck and he babbled something so I moved over and began to kiss him. He instantly responded, kissing me back hard, no idea he was making out with a guy at all. He was an aggressive kisser, which was hot in it's own right, but I wasn't here to kiss. I was here to break this stud. I moved down and licked his neck, his pecs, licked the cuts of his abs and then got to the promised land. I grabbed either side of this underwear and said, “Lift your hips up slut.” His hips moved upwards as I slid them down his legs, his cock looked like a sleeping snake, curled against his trimmed pubes. Though only half hard, he was already close to six inches and it was growing fast. I took hold of the beast and held it firmly in my hand. He sighed as I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, precum coating my mouth as he shot past seven inches, eight, got as big as Sammy, and then topped out at just above ten inches of fucking cock. It was incredible. I had never held a cock so fucking mighty before, it was hard to believe that there were chicks out there that had taken this fucking monstrosity and lived to tell the tale. My hand couldn't grip the entire thing at once it was so thick, the head was an angry reddish color as the massive vein in the middle of it throbbed in beat to his heart. I'm not in any way a bottom, but I had to admit looking at this thing it made me a little dizzy. There were a lot of people on this planet lucky I was never given a cock like this, jocks everywhere would have been forever scarred from the way their ass was destroyed when I was done. I grabbed some lube and stroked him to full hardness, he squirmed under me as I pounded that cock as hard as I could, making him pant with lust. The first step after getting your target drugged, was to get them incredibly horny. Once in a dazed state the average male will just fucking go with whatever feels good, as long as he knows it isn't a guy doing it. Though once they were sex drunk and close to cumming, they stopped caring so much and just wanted to get off. I needed to get John so turned on that he would sell his own mother to get off. He was thrusting into my hand now, his cock feeling like a piston in my grasp as he fucked the air. Once I could tell he was getting close I stopped, and he let out an audible moan. I slipped the mask on him again and gave him a few seconds of poppers, his head fell back onto the pillow. Taking his hands I secured them over his head, this time with some leather shackles instead of just a belt and made sure they were locked. I stripped down while I waited for the poppers to wear off some before I went back to turning him on. Once he started making word like sounds again and tugging at the restraints, I went back to long stroking his cock, lulling him back into a state of sex. “You like that?” I asked, working his shaft from tip to base. He nodded, still out of it, not sure what was going on but liking it all the same. As I stroked I started to nibble at the inside of this thighs, he cried out as he spread his meaty legs wider, letting me have more access. I slowed my hand down and began to feast on his balls, there were the size of fucking avocado pits, shaven clean of course, because unlike Eli, he was used to having people service him regularly. I began to lick the underside of his balls and he cooed as he spread his legs further apart. I serviced his balls and moved under them and he gasped as he felt my tongue touch no man's land. That space between the balls and the ass that men freak out, until they actually feel someone lick it, and then they go fucking nuts. “Whaaa...” John slurred as I worked the area over, I could feel him thrashing around on the bed, trying to escape the feeling and trying to push back for more at the same time. I kept this up for awhile, until his moans stopped being those of protest and morphed into pleasure. Then I stopped. “Waittttt.....” he aid, his head looking up, eyes unfocused. “You want more?” He nodded. “Ok, hold on...” I grabbed a pillow and stuck it under his ass, to give me better access to his hole and then went back between his legs. God it was beautiful, there, between those muscles buns, was a tiny, pink little rosebud, just begging to be eaten. I spread his cheeks and leaned in, my tongue danced around the ring and he jerked sharply. “Wai....wha...no....no...” he began to intone, not quite finishing any one word. When I speared my tongue into his hole he grunted and I felt his ass tense up as he clenched it tight. I was insistent, not letting up for a moment as he tried to resist me. “Wait....” he said, sounding half drunk, but more coherent than he had earlier. Fuck what was this guy's tolerance? I stopped and grabbed the mask. “What you doing?” he asked me, looking up at me confused. I put the mask over his face and turned on the poppers. He said something but I couldn't hear him through the plastic. He tried to shake his head free and then just stopped. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as the poppers took hold. Grabbing the lube again I coated his ass and my finger and shoved one digit up into him. He made a sound but I knew from experience, being this fucked up on poppers meant you were dimly aware of what was going on, but you couldn't really connect it to yourself. His ass was like an oven, even relaxed it gripped my finger like a vice. My dick twitched thinking of what it would feel like to have my cock engulfed in it. I took my time, I didn't want to tear anything. This was about pleasure for him, not about inuring him. I wanted him to crave cock, not associate it with pain or blood. Once I got up in there I added a second finger, I needed his ass to be loose enough that even if he started fighting me again, I had access to it. With two fingers I was able to dig deeper, looking for this prostate before the poppers wore all the way off. He was breathing heavy and I could hear noises that sounded like no coming from his mouth. I pushed in even harder and I heard him start to complain then then I grazed it. He froze in place and I could see his cock twitch in response. Pulling back I ran over it again and this time he gasped, bucking his hips back instinctively. “Uh-oh,” I said as I rocked back and forth over his joybutton, “Someone has an itchy ass.” He grunted each time I hit his spot, his protests were silent but his cock was doing all the talking for him. It was standing at full mast, all fucking ten inches of Parker pride, beads of precum had fallen over his fucking abs, smearing it everywhere, making his eight pack glisten. “Your ass itchy John? You feel that itch?” His head was jerking from side to side as his drugged mind tried to come to grips with what it was feeling. “It's itchy right John? Right?” He was not answering so I stopped, and began to pull my fingers from his ass. “Nooooo...” he whined as they slipped free. “Answer me John, do you have an itchy ass?” He hesitated for a moment and then said in a quiet voice, “yes.” “Bad John,” I said slapping his ass, “You know better...” He made a sound when I slapped him so I did it again, and again, and again... “Sorryyyyy!!” he cried out, “I'm sorrryyyy....” I reached up and put the mask on him and gave him a quick hit, before he could zone out I asked, “You want me to scratch it for you? You want me to take care of your itchy ass?” He began to nod and then let out a throaty moan as his head fell back. I shoved three fingers into him and his mouth opened and made a small squeak as I began to fucking assault him anally. At first all he made was small noises and grunt but as the poppers wore off those sounds began to change into, “yaa....ya.....unff.....more...there....right there....” He was moving his ass back best he could to meet my hand, he was too far gone to care with someone had three fingers deep in him, it just felt too good at this point. “Still itchy John? Your ass still itchy?” “Yeah...” he panted, “Itchy...get it...harder...harder...” “You like this John? You like me helping?” “Fuck yeah...get in there....come on....” Well that sounded way too alpha for me. “Nope,” I said pulling my hand out, bringing a look of drugged shock to his face “Why?” “I'm helping you out John, you're the one with the dirty ass. You're the one that needs help, you don't tell me what to do.” “Sorry....am sorry...” “Nope, you need to apologize for real.” “So sorry...please....please....” “What do you want me to do?” “Help me...please...” “Help you want?” “My ass...please...” “Beg me John...” “PLEASE!! I'll do anything...please....” “Anything?” I asked? He nodded. I opened my dresser drawer and brought out the small vibrator I had there it was thin but it had a powerful vibration to it and a remote. Perfect for driving straight jocks insane. I slipped it in his ass and then turned it on to the lowest setting and the effect was like night and day. John whimpered and tried to push back on it, his fucking muscular body jerking all over, trying to get more pleasure than he was getting. I moved up and straddled his chest, slapping his face with my cock. “Open up John.” He opened his eyes and saw my cock right there. “You want my help, open your mouth.” “Please...” “You want me to help you? Then you help me. Open your mouth.” He just locked eyes with me, and even though he was fucked up, there was a line, things he would not do. And normally that would be the end of it. But he was fucked up, in heat and had no way to get himself off. To make my point I turned the vibrator up and his eyes close as he growled in ecstasy. Then I turned it back down. His eyes flew open in a panic and I smiled. “You help me first.” He looked at my cock and then slowly, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes. I smiled as I laid the head of my cock on his tongue. “Get to work.” I barked. And John Parker, 265, linebacker for the Aggies, alpha jock made of pure muscle with a ten inch cock...began to suck me off tentatively at first. But when I turned the vibrator up his tongue began to pick up pace. Within minutes, he was slurping on my cock like a champ. Yeah, his was going to be a good night.

So these guys were not repugnant, but probably not going to get a lot of guys bending over for them I was working on a project renovating homes for a charity. I was working alongside a guy with downs syndrome. He was always asking if I had a girlfriend, and did we have sex. I told him I dated guys. He wanted to know how sex worked between guys, so I blew him. He wasn't the cleanest guy, uncut and blew a huge load. Next day he had another DS friend with him. I blew them both. Day 3 they were both there expecting it. I blew them both before we started work. After lunch they both wanted another one. I told them I wouldn't blow them, but I would show them how to fuck me. They both fucked me twice that afternoon. Day 4 and 5 they both got an am bj and they both fucked me twice in the afternoon.

2. The Glorious Descent Once I had been fucked and bred, there was no going back. It was all I could think about. I had transferred to a different college after the summer arts camp. My buddy had fucked me in every way and location imaginable, but after two weeks' worth of his seed buried in my guts, it was now time for us to head back to our respective homes. First week back at school, though, I was hungry for dick, and not just any dick, the kind that could fill me up the way my buddy had all summer. I logged on to this "cruising for sex" site, when I stumbled on an ad about a very popular "gloryhole" in the bathroom of one of the buildings on my campus. I had zero idea about what that was, but I figured it was something I had to check out for myself. I wasted no time walking across campus to a building I'd never been to. This college wasn't putting any of their money into fixing their buildings, and this one seemed a little worse for wear. But down the steps I went into the basement to locate what was soon to become my second home. I pushed the door open, and then the second, inner door. I walked over to the stalls, nervous as hell, and went in. There it was. A big, wide open hole had been carved into the stall wall, big enough to put your whole arm through. I hurriedly pushed down my pants and sat, pretending to just be there to use the facilities. Someone was in the next stall, and I could tell there was movement. I leaned forward a bit and there it was. I had never seen black dick before, but this was impossible to miss. There, wrapped in this thick, dark brown hand was a huge dick. The head, glistening with pre-cum, was being wrapped and unwrapped by the tugging on his foreskin as he stroked it. And then he stood up, and pushed it right through the hole to me. The smell was overwhelming... a man's smell... and while it stood there in front of me, twitching up and down, I did what came naturally. I dropped to my knees and took as much of it as I could into my mouth. "Damn, boy, you know how to handle uncut dick" he moaned. I was moaning, too, from the taste of all that pre-cum, and the way he kept sliding it in and out while I worked it from the other side. "Show me your ass". I whispered "I didn't bring any condoms". "Who the fuck cares, boy? I said show me your ass". The aggressiveness in his tone was sexy as fuck, so I stood up, pulled my cheeks apart, and pressed my hairy hole up against the partition. Nothing happened at first, then I felt his tongue lapping away "mmmmm, nice pink hairy hole" he kept saying. An amazing feeling, and I knew this man knew what he was doing. After about 3 minutes of wetting up my ass, I felt the head of his dick press against me. "Hold still, you're gonna love this... all the white boys do" he said. But once he started to slide into me, I felt like I was going to split open. As I started to pull away, he said "where the hell you think you're going?". In a moment he pulled his dick out of the hole and said "get your ass over here now" and unlocked the door to his stall. I stumbled out of my stall over to his, and he pushed it shut behind me, locking it. This man was amazing... about 6'3", solidly built, beautiful brown eyes and a killer smile. "Turn around" he said as he pushed me up against the stall door. He slammed his cock into me, but there was no place to move to this time. He held me there, pinned with his 10'' deep inside me. He put his face next to mine and whispered "now tell me how good this poz cock feels". My heart sank. What the fuck was I doing? But then he started to slowly move his hips, gyrating his dick into my guts, and the feeling was just too good. I knew I should have tried to get away, but I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was please this man, give him all the ass he wanted. I pushed my ass back into his hips, and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought so. This ass is goooood" as he pounded into me. He pulled me back into him and kept drilling my hold so hard my own cock was bouncing up and down on my stomach. I couldn't help myself, I was so hard and the fuck was so good that I came without warning, and it dripped down my dick, onto the floor. He laughed. "Now it's my turn, bitch". And with that he shoved me up against the stall door again and in one huge thrust buried himself deep inside me "fuuuuck, I'm breeding your ass good, boy!" My ass burned with the sensation, but I had never felt so good in my life. As it throbbed inside me, he leaned in again and whispered "since you're good and open, I'm gonna share you with some friends." I heard him grab his phone and take a picture of his still massive dick in my ass, and then send it. "Hold still, they'll be here in a few minutes."