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Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

Found him on bumble and been trying to see how far i can push him. Made the devout Christian cum over his cross and eat his own cum

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?

I had just arrived at the bathhouse. I was searching for my room. I could feel a presence rush up behind me. All of a sudden he was beside me. He took my arm and pulled me to a stop. His sweet young face beamed into mine; "Are you a top? I need you to fuck me!" I was so turned on but had to respond; "Damn, I was hoping you'd ask the opposite; 'Are you a bottom? I need to fuck you! I'm more bottom than vers. " This towel clad young man appeared to be 26 at the oldest. I'm 76 and this was my first bathhouse visit in almost 30 years. It had been two years since my lover of 28 years had died. I have always maintained a healthy sexual appetite which my partner had shared, in fact he died of a massive heart attack while fucking me. We were a monogamous couple. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I had strayed from time to time while away on business or visiting family. But nothing more than the odd blow job. On the very rare occasion it went further it was always safe sex with a condom. Two years of solitary living had me profoundly horny. When I told a good friend about this over lunch one day he suggested a bathhouse visit. When I asked if there would be many older guys for me to play with he surprised me. No there would not be that many older guys but some younger guys would be all over me. He never had trouble getting laid by young lads with a daddy or even grandpa fetish. I was surprised, skeptical and desperate. I decided to give it a try. That such a handsome young man was hitting on me within a few minutes of arrival had me totally unnerved. I continued; "Sorry son. I hope you have a fun night. " "No problem Gramps! I'll find you before you leave and you can pump your load into me. I need your DNA." And he bounced off down the hall. If I had been unnerved before I was in a bit of shock now. Let me give you a little more background to understand. During the 1970's and early 80's, up until I met my husband, I had been a notoriously promiscuous bottom. More men had cum up my ass than the population of a small city. Until the end of that time noone even thought about condoms. Oh, I had the full assortment of STDS but miraculously didn't fall ill with HIV/AIDS. Even as we were awakening to the horror of AIDS and watching dozens of our friends fall sick and dye I was slow to adopt condom use. I wasn't even tested until it was clear my former partner and I were going to move into a long term commitment. I had never gotten the fuck flu but I was HIV positive. I had only fucked him twice before my diagnosis but two weeks after I knew I was poz he fell ill. I was the only man to have fucked him since his last negative test. There was no question, I had infected him. Despite his assurances that he didn't hold me responsible I remained wracked with guilt for decades. I suppose it was this guilt and parenting my niece and nephew that kept us so close to monogamy for so many years. My brother and his wife were killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Their twins, babes in arms, became our wards. Raising them was one of the delights of our lives together. Now here I was widowed and being hit on by a young man a little younger than the children I had raised. And; he clearly wanted me to breed him! I found my room, stripped, locked up my valuables, wrapped a towel around my midriff, took a viagra and found a room with a bank of T.V. screens showing porn. As I marveled at the variety of porn and enjoyed the parade of men passing through my young pursuer arrived and snuggled in beside me. Without a word he reached under my towel grabbing my semi-arroused dick. It responded immediately to his warm hand hardening to it's fat eight inch pogo stick glory. My young man was soon on his knees pulling open my towel and engulfing my erection to the base. It felt heavenly and I was flooded by pleasant memories of the many blow jobs I had given years before. His oral technique was superb and very soon my balls were letting me know I was getting dangerously close. I pulled his head off and told him as much as I loved what he was doing I wasn't ready to give up my load so soon. He just smiled an impish grin, informed me he had already collected his first load so was prelubed for me to fuck him. I laughed and said maybe later. Again he happily skipped off. It was a very nostalgic night for me as I wandered the halls and play areas. All the sounds of sexual abandon kept my cock fully hard. I was deeply surprised that I didn't see a condom in the place. And from the talk as I watched guys fuck it was clear they were playing unabashedly bareback. Bottoms were begging to be bred. Tops calling out; "Breeding you now man." I had heard a little about this trend in my limited social circles but had not really believed what I was hearing. Now I was seeing it with my own eyes and my heart raced with fear and excitement. I finally settled in below the slurp ramp and sampled a variety of hard cocks on offer through the many holes. Like in my early days most would pull away after a few minutes but three stayed long enough to fill my mouth with their sweet nectar. It felt so good to be swallowing down my favorite protein from strangers after so many years absence. After the last oral load I returned to my room for a bit of a rest. After a restless short nap; it's hard to really sleep with the relentless techno beat, I decided to open my door and watch men passing. I was very pleased the viagra was still working and enjoyed stroking and showing it to passers by. I realized I was sending the wrong message as a few guys stopped, some entering my room and made it clear they wanted me to fuck them. A fit fifty year old was the last of them. When I apologized confessing I was more bottom than vers he said; "Great. I would love to fuck you old man." I suggested he close the door and he had my cock in his mouth within seconds. Again I was receiving a very talented blowjob and again I was quickly getting close. When I asked him to stop he pulled off my cock and was eating and tongue fucking my ass. I could hardly believe my good fortune. After about ten minutes he stood and lined his seven inch member up with my ass ring. As he pressed his naked head on my ass I reached for a condom and offered it to him. "I'm HIV positive, you'll need this buddy." "I don't use those" he responded ", besides I'm on PrEP and you're probably medicated. " "You're right I am, but I haven't done it without a condom for years. You'll need to wear one if you want to fill this old hairy ass." "Nope, not for me old man. No hard feelings, but I'll just move on." As he slipped out my door in popped the young man from my arrival. "Hi Grampy. You don't mind me calling you that do you?" "Not at all." "So glad to see you got fucked. Are you ready to breed me your poz cum now?" I explained to him what had happened. I was surprised as he didn't bolt but brought me up to date on PrEP and u=u. Here I was at 76 years of age sitting through a course on gay sex in the new millennium. Gay bb sex 101. He was so patient, kind and sweet. I must admit my paternal heart was melting the longer he talked. Finally he proclaimed. "I've got five loads up my ass so why don't I top you. I'd love to raw pop your 'like a virgin for the very first time' ass. Let me remind you what skin on skin feels like. You need to remember how great it is to receive a man's hot load up your ass." "Thanks for the offer, that's very sweet. But, didn't you say you're unmedicated? You're toxic poz?" "Yah Gramps. Your meds protect you. Let's do this, less talk more fuck." "I don't know. It feels pretty frightening to me." "Fuckin A Gramps. The fear just ups the excitement. I know you want this" as he pointed his poz hard on at me. I totally surprised myself by rolling onto my back and lifting my legs. The young man spit on my ass and his cock. He was very gentle and attentive working himself into me balls deep. I could barely believe what was happening. Here I was 30 years since my last bare cock with a 26 year olds raw toxic fuck tool up my vulnerable ass. The terror and excitement were almost too much for me.

Current score is 9 fresh victims

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.

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.

After a bit Shayne and I got up and wanders to a shower. I was covered in cum and I could feel his load moving in me each time I took a step. I suppose I should have been grossed out but I wasn’t. There was a part of me proud I could make Shay cum like that. It was a reward having his cum in me, he had chosen me to take his load and that felt special. We got into a smaller shower downstairs and started to rinse off. He grabbed some soap and lathered my pecs and, moving down to my abs. It was sensual and turning me on, him touching me so soft. Was I gay? Cause looking at Shayne, it just turned me on. I moved forward and kissed him, pushing him back against the shower wall. I felt him kiss me back, his soapy hands moving across my broad back. I had made out with girls before but this was different. His stubble, his mass, the way his body felt up against mine. It was completely different and it was turning me the fuck on. He pulled back as I reached for his cock. “Nope, bad boy.” He smacked my hand away and I looked at him confused and a little hurt. “You have a shoot this weekend, you need to start saving your loads so when you cum it’s a good money shot.” “I can’t cum until this weekend?” I whined. He smiled and nodded, “That was your last treat pup, hope it was good enough to last.” I was actually bummed I couldn’t have sex with him, where the fuck was that feeling coming from? A week ago the thought of having sex with a guy would have grossed me out and now I was sad cause I had to wait five days? “You ok?” He asked when I got quiet. In nodded, feeling my throat catch. “Hey pup what’s wrong?” He asked, scoping me into a hug. I shook my head into his chest, what the hell? “Come on, you know I still want you, you just have to be able to shoot one of your super porn star loads. Right?” I nodded but was still emotional. “Then what is it?” I blurted out, “I just want to make you feel good!” He smiled and nodded, then put his hands on my shoulders, and lowered me down to my knees. I looked and saw his cock, rising to full length. Without a word I took the head in my mouth and started to suck on it. His hands grabbed two wet clumps of my hair and pushed me down on it with a groan. The sound turned me on as I realized I was bringing him pleasure. I sucked as much of his cock as I could as he thrust into my mouth. My hand grabbed his firm ass as he began to face fuck me for real. God how did I get here? On my knees, cock in my mouth, loving every second. I was desperate to get him off, there was a drive somewhere in me to get him to cum, to prove I could make him feel good, to prove I was still his pup. Fuck, my mind was reeling, I felt so needy, so desperate. God I wanted Shayne to know how bad I wanted him. He pushed me back until my head was against the other wall, I was all the way back on my knees, looking up at Shayne as he pushed his cock past my tongue, and began to shove it down my throat. I began to gag and tried to pull away but I couldn’t, Shayne had be pinned n my knees against the wall, I slapped at his asscheeks but he just sneered at me. “Relax!” He snapped, “Just relax, breath, let it happen.” I had tears in my eyes as I felt his dick push down the first part of my throat. I couldn’t move my tongue because his cock was so fat, I could close my jaw clenched nothing. All I could was kneel there and let him throatfuck me. I could feel this head push lower and lower, until it felt like he was scraping the my whole throat. “Oh fuck yeah,” he moaned as he pulled back and then back in. He was literally using my throat as a fucking hole! He kept pumping into me, his hands locked on my head to keep me in place. My jaw was aching and my feet were falling sleep but even though this was humiliating and demeaning… I was hard as rock. My cock was fucking rigid, my head tickling my belly button as I fought the urge to jack off. Fuck even this was turning me on, being Shayne’s cum hole was erotic to me now. My head was smacking the back of the wall but he didn’t care. He was close and I wasn’t a person. I was his jock slut puppy and he wanted to cum. “Fuck,” he hissed as I felt the think vein of his cock throb on the top of my tongue. He was most likely pouring precum down my throat but I couldn’t taste it he was so far in. “Fuck Sean, I’m gonna cum!” He roared and slammed my head hard against the wall and kept it there. I could literally feel his cock engorge in my mouth, it got so thick my jaws ached from being pushed so wide. Part of me wished I could taste his load, the feeling of him shooting on my tongue. Instead I had to accept that I had eaten his load like he wanted and that was enough. He pulled his cock out slowly, this crummy head sliding across my tongue, allowing me a small taste. “Whoa!” He said smacking my head, “Sensitive!” He pulled all the way out and I collapsed to te shower floor, holding my sore throat. He knelt down and smiled, “You ok?” I nodded, not sure if I could talk. “You like taking my load?” I looked up and nodded. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “Good pup, what a good cum dump you’re becoming.” Normally the phrase would have bugged me, but instead my cock throbbed at it. Shit I think this place is changing me. The next day Rachel had me sign some papers. She explained it they were release forms for the videos and I was agreeing to let them use my face. “So, what are we gonna call you?” She said after everything was signed and filed. I cocked my head and she laughed. “God you are a puppy! Your screen name, we can’t just call you Sean.” I looked over at Shayne, “What’s your screen name?’ He smiled, “Marcus.” I laughed “Marcus? Why?’ He shrugged, “First thing that popped into my head.” “Um, can I be Cody?” Rachel thought about it for a moment, “It’s not bad…” “Jason,” Shayne offered. “Jake,” Rachel added. “Jake!” They said at the same time. “So I’m Jake?” I asked. She nodded, “Jake is perfect, now we have to come up with a character.” “A what?” “A persona for you to have, you know, ex military, jock, bi, guy with girlfriend going through college, some story that people will eat up.” “Um, I thought I was already on the site,” I asked confused. “That’s the PPV site, it’s to watch the live streams of what goes on in the house. What you’re shooting is an actual scene that people can download and watch whenever they want. Two different things.” I looked over at Shayne, “So Marcus and Jake this Saturday?” He shook his head, “Your scene isn’t with me.” I felt my stomach sour, “What?’ Rachel got my attention, “It’s with Ezra, I thought you knew that.” Ezra? The fucking Marine that looked like he could eat me for breakfast?” “No, is that what he meant?” She was trying not to laugh, “Yes sweetie, he’s seen you and Shayne and is looking forward to it.” “You’re gonna love it man,” Shayne chimed in with, “First time he fucked me I swear I think he popped my back.” That did not fill me with joy. Rachel reached across and put her hand over mine, “Remember pup, you do good with Ezra, and you have me for a whole night.” Now see, I wasn’t gay because just the thought of fucking Rachel was already making me hard. “Ok?” She asked. I nodded, never so sure of anything in my life. The next few days was the gym and diet. “The key to porn is treating it like a bodybuilding competition. You work out like a loon until the day before, fast for a week, some diuretics for a better cut and you look, bam.” I took it all in as he talked, I wondered if I needed to be taking notes. “Look, this is what I mean,” he said using his phone out and pulling up a video. There was Shayne, on his hands and knees getting railed by Ezra. Fuck, Ezra looked like a giant compared to Shay, I think he had a fucking ten pack if that was possible and his lats looked big enough to use as wings. You could land a fucking jet on his chest and still have room and from the way Shayne was howling, his cock was just as big. “Now watch,” he said scrolling to a point, “He’s gonna pull me up by my throat….there.” Sure enough Ezra reach down and grabbed Shays throat, from the way Shay’s face turned red I could tell he was really squeezing. Ezra yanked Shayne up to just his knees and fucked him kneeling up. Shayne paused it, “Look at me.” I had been so lost in the fuck I hadn’t been paying attention. I looked at Shayne and was blown away. “Holy shit man, you look jacked!” He started pointing at the screen, “Fasted for a week to shrink the stomach, pumped like crazy to get my biceps to pop and then three days of water pills to get rid of the last of the water weight. Look at my abs man, they look like they could cut glass.” They did, Shayne looked like a fucking porn star, his cock was fucking hard and bouncing as Ezra slammed from from behind. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was enjoying every second of it. “You like getting fucked?” I asked. He closed the phone, “Love it, with the right guy.” He meant someone like Ezra, who was a fucking beast, not from a guy like me. He knelt down to make eye contact, “Hey, you’re gonna get there. Think of this as boot camp, we need to break you down before we can build you back up.” He put his hand on my shorts and squeezed my already hard cock, “When you’re ready, you’re gonna fuck me with this so hard its gonna be coming out my throat. But first you need to learn how to be a good pup and take orders.” I smiled and nodded, “I can do that.” “Really? Down!” He barked, pulling my chain and yanking me to the ground. I laid flat, trying to look up at him. “Roll over.” I rolled over on my back, my cock bulging in my shorts. Shayne put a foot on it and pushed, “Bad dog, who told you to get hard.” “Sorry sir,” I answered automatically, “It happens when you’re around.” He took his foot off and kicked my legs apart, “Strip.” I pulled my shorts down in a flash and threw my shirt away and laid back down. My cock was now leaking precum in anticipation. He walked around me, inspecting me from all angles. “You my pup?’ “Yessir!” “You my bitch?” “Yessir!” He knelt down and whispered in my ear, “You my jock cunt?’ My cock throbbed, “Always sir.” He laughed and slapped my tight abs, “Good boy, you can get dressed.” I literally whined like a dog and stayed there. He looked back at me, “What?” I barked, my tongue hanging out of my mouth. “What is it boy?’ Another bark. “Show me boy, show me what you want.”I got up on my knees and crawled over to him. With my teeth I took the waist band of his shorts and started to pull them down. “You want this?” He said lulling them down, reeling the dull white jockstrap he had on underneath, I barked again and licked the bulge of his cock through the material. “Holy shit Sean,” he whispered, shocked at my actions. I licked some more, nuzzling my face until his cock started to harden. His thick rod started to slide out the side of the pouch and I began slathering it with spit, whining like a dog the whole time. “Puppy wants my bone?’ I barked happily. He pushed my head away from his cock “Beg.” On my knees I leaned forward and grabbed his hips, “Please Shayne, feed me your cock. I’ve been a good boy, please let me drink your load…please…please use your jock cunt.” His cock was raging now and I could tell I was turning him the fuck on. Truth be told I was turning myself on. He slipped his cock out of the jockstrap and it thumped up to his abs with a wet slap, leaving a stain if precum on his stomach. “You want this?’ I barked louder. “Come get it.” I attacked his cock, shoving all I could in my mouth until I gagged. My tongue danced around his length as we both moaned with lust. Fuck was was wrong with me? Why was I getting off on this? I loved demeaning myself for Shayne, there was something about it that just triggered something inside of me. I sucked his cock for while, his hand guiding my head to where he wanted me, encouraging when I did good. “Such.a good dog, that’s it…more tongue…come on boy…tongue my piss hole…oh fuck yeah…” I did everything he commanded and more. Finally he pushed me off and I knelt there, hands up like paws, whining like a needy bitch. “Get up on the table,” he said, “Up!” I scrambled to my feet and climbed up on the dining room table. I was on all fours, body on display, I looked back at him and whimpered. “Good boy,” he said coming up behind me. “Such a good boy deserves a treat…” He shoved his tongue in me and I groaned, “Fuckkk Shayne!” He wasn’t gentle and he wasn’t kind, he shoved as much as his tongue in me at once, forcing my ass open to take it all. Once I was slick he jammed two fingers in and started to stretch my hole. It hurt but I also loved it, he was preparing me, he was making me ready…I was going to make him feel good. I was shocked how badly I wanted to please him, how badly I needed to. He ate me out until I was pounding on the table, begging for him for god knows what. All I knew was that I wanted more, just more. He pulled me back until my feet came off the table until they hit the floor. My chest was still flat on the table and I was trying to figure out where he wanted me when he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking shit!!” I screamed as he plunged into me. “Shut up cunt,” he said slapping my ass hard, “Fucking back up on that cock, come on!” It was like the wind was knocked out of me but I tried to push back, ignoring the pain my ass was feeling. I pushed off the table to slide back into Shay and felt his clock grind even deeper into me. “It hurts!” I screamed. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back; “You complaining? You need to get punished?” I felt panic as he threatened me and tried to focus up on getting him all the way in me. I had played with pain before, I could do this. Again I pushed back off the table, shoving another fat inch of his dick past my aching jock hole. He still had my head pulled back and was yelling at me. “Come on slut, back up on that cock, this is what you wanted wasn’t it?” “It is sir!” I screamed, on my top toes trying to get some leverage. “Then get back on it,” he raged, “Show me you want it.” Fuck he was being so rough, but I was still fucking hard, so this must be what I wanted. Right? I took a deep breath and pushed myself back hard. I saw flashes of light as his pubes hit my ass. I’d done it, I’d taken him all, I just stayed still and tried to catch my breath…. He pulled out quickly and slammed me, forcing me into the table. I grunted as I tried to brace myself for the next one, I could feel the entire length of this fucking cock travel in and out of my ass. It hurts like hell but there was something else there in between, moments of fucking pleasure that dulled the ache, and the faster he went the less it hurt. He grabbed my arms and pulled them back, pinning me completely on the table. I cried out from the pain and again his cock is doing something in me that made it irrelevant. I’m stuck. I couldn’t get out of this if I wanted to, and that starts to turn me on. It’s just a small feeling but it’s there, I’m used to being the biggest guy in a room, I’ve gotten used to it. Shayne was smaller than me, I could out lift him hands down. But here I was, stupid muscle stud shoved down on a dining room table getting plowed like a corn field. He kept the pace for awhile, the pain finally fading only leaving the fucking shocks of pleasure when he slammed into me. It was like a tiny electrical charge somewhere in my ass that was just fucking me up with every pump. I hadn’t even realized it but I was so hungry for that shock I was punishing back into him, adding force to his thrust by meeting him with my own body. I was literally trying to get fucked harder. His grunts got louder as he let go of my arms and put both if his hands on my shoulder. He pulled me back as his cock barreled into me and I felt the wind knocked out of me for a moment, I thought his dis was going to burst out of my chest he was so far into me. “Fucking jock slut,” he grunted, “Been wanting to breed this ass forever…” I tried to answer but all that cane out were assorted whimpers. He was fucking going to town on my ass and it was driving me crazy. When had I become this? Was I always this? All of these thoughts spiraling around my brain into a whirlpool of confusion that was slowing draining out of my ass. The more he fucked me the less I cared, it was like I wasn’t even a human any more. Just a hole. I heard him grunt and knew he was close. My dick was begging to cum but I was supposed to save it for the shoot, which meant just looking at it bobbing in the air, spitting out droplets of precum everywhere. “Ready for my load?” “YES!” I screamed, startling myself. Holy shit I was into this. “Fucking get bred cunt…” he said as I felt his cock expand inn my ass and a warmness fill me. He had shoved his cock so far in me I was on my tiptoes, feeling him shoot again and again into me. He was shaking from his orgasm and slowly started to pull out, a wet squelching sound filled the room as he cleared my ass. I felt something warm roll down my thigh and Shayne chuckled, “Look at you, cum draining down your leg.” He turned me around and out my face in his hands , “You my little jock whore?” I smiled and nodded, the feeling of my that entered me when he asked was overwhelming. He leaned and in kissed me and I hungrily returned it. “Ok, ok,” he said pulling away, “Go clean yourself up and get back. We have a whole workout to finish.” I jogged upstairs, feeling his load in me squish around in my hole with each step. Saturday came and I was a nervous wreck. Shayne and Rachel had prepared me the best they could but nothing was going to dispel the butterflies in my stomach any time soon. I skipped breakfast and Shayne gave me my first enema to get me ready. It was uncomfortable and a little demeaning, but the fact that Shayne was doing it turned me on for some reason…fuck I was turned around. Ezra came in a little after noon, he looked pissed when he came in and I felt myself shrink away inside. “Baby,” Rachel cooed at him, “What’s wrong?” He tossed a gym bag down and scowled, “Fucking found out Lori was cheating on me, fucking cunt.” Wow someone cheated on this guy? Fucking braver person than me. “Oh sweetie,” she said tutting a hand on one of his massive shoulders. Fuck it looked like he was carved out of stone, “You wanna call today off? Get your head on?” “Fuck no!” He said sounding every more pissed than before, “I wanna fuck something and fuck it hard.” He looked over at me, “You ready kid?” I nodded mutely, even though I was not in any way ready. He looked at Rachel, anything special or just normal clothes?” “What you in the mood for?” She asked. “Personal trainer gets fucked,” he answered with a toothy smile. She nodded, “Ok, we can use the gym for that. Why don’t you go change and we’ll set up in there instead.” He nodded and walked out, still looking furious. “Ok s we need to get you into some new clothes and set up.” She gestured for me to follow as she walked out of the room. “Um, is he normally that mad?’ I asked her. “Ez? He always seems mad, it’s just who he is. He was a marine for six years until he got kicked out.” “For what?” I asked, horrified. “I think he hit a commanding officer, put him in the hospital.” Fuck. She saw the look of panic on my face and smiled, “Don’t worry pup, he’s not going to hurt you….much.” She unlocked a door and walked in. “Much?” I asked with a squeak in my voice, “Much?” “Yes much,” she said looking around the room. It was filled with racks of clothes, all different kinds from the looks of it. Well not clothes as so much costumes. I saw a fireman outside, police, have a dozen different military ones…it looked like it was a wardrobe department for a movie. When she saw I was still panicked she sighed and got closer to me, “Sean you have this, why do you think Shayne has been riding your ass so hard this week? He’s been conditioning you to get fucked roughly, and you took him with no problem. I saw the tapes, you got off on it.” I felt my face redden as I realized she had seen all that, but I was also excited as well. “No we need to dress you up in some athletic gear…” she went to one of the racks. She pulled out a crop top sweat shirt and held up to my chest, “Oh yes, get naked.” I began to rip off my clothes as she continued to look. When we got to the gym there were to cameras set up with guys behind them and Ezra was already using the cables to do deep lunges, making his arms and shoulder fucking look huge. He was in one of those skinny, bodybuilder tanks that was just two strips of cloth for the shoulder and a low v neck to show off the top of you pecs. He had one a pair of tight, red marine corps shorts, the tank hung low so I couldn’t tell what I was about to get fucked by. He saw us walk in and nodded, “You wanna get a pump before you get pumped?” I chuckled but he didn’t as much smile. “Um sure,” I said as he stepped aside for me to take a rep. I went tp pull the cables down and they barely moved. Holy fuck what was he putting up? I looked over and saw nearly the entire rack had been clipped, and he was doing those like they were nothing. “Want me to lower it?” He asked, pure disdain in his voice. I shook my head, “I’m good,” took a deep breath and really dug in. I grunted as I slowly lifted the weight, my arms felt like they were on fire as I tried to step forward into a lunge. I struggled with it for about twenty seconds, not going down at all, before my arms started to shake and I was forced to let go. The racks slammed down with a fucking thunderous crash as I almost went to my knees fro exhaustion. “Nice try tiny,” Ezra said slapping my shoulder as he walked over to Rachel. All I could see was two solid rocks of muscle for his ass that flowed down into a air of thighs that looked like they belonged in a comic book. Even this fucking calves were huge, his calves! Jesus Christ this guy was just too much. I stretched my arms, trying to get some feeling back into them as Ezra and Rachel talked. She seemed into him, the way she laughed, her eye contact, everything. I felt a pang of jealousy for a moment, I never noticed she looked at me like that. But she did say I finally got to fuck her if I did good at this, but I still wondered…would she had made Ezra wait? Had she? The thought of them fucking upset me and turned me on at the same time…come on Sean get your shit together! Ezra nodded to Rachel and then came walking back towards me. Rachel walked to the center of the room and got everyone’s attention. “Ok listen up everyone, this is scripted up until the action, once we get there we’re off book so make sure you are keeping the action in frame and be ready to move when they do,” she turned around and looked at me, “Ok Sean, for your first time we’re gonna keep it simple. Ezra here has just come in to hire you as a personal trainer. That was your job before yes?” I nodded. “Excellent! So then just pretend Ezra here is a new client and talk to him just like you would anyone else. Don’t try to act, just talk. And if you think you messed up a line or something just keep going. Don’t stop and don’t look at the cameras. Just act natural and try to relax and you’ll be fine ok?” I nodded again, my fear ramping up. “Ok so we all got it?” The cameramen gave her a thumbs up, Ezra then did the same, she looked at me and I raised my thumb, hoping that was right.” She smiled and nodded, “Ok guys, have fun.” I saw her start to walk out and I called out, “You’re not staying?” She shook her head, I’m going to be at the board watching the camera feeds, don’t worry pup, you got this.” She gave me a wink and left, leaving me in a room full of strangers to get fucked. “So you ready?’ Ezra asked me, literally looking down. He was easily three inches taller. “Um yeah, so how…” “I’m going to walk off camera, and then they are going to say go, I’ll walk in and just pretend I’m a new client.” I nodded, “Ok, got it.” He just turned and walked away without another word. Fuck I was nervous. One of the cameramen said, “And go.” Ezra walked towards me with a thin line of a smile on his face. “You Jake?” He asked. Took me a second to remember that was my name. “Yeah, you my new client?” I asked holding my hand out. He looked down at it, “Yeah, I booked you for a session,” he said gruffly, “Sorry about the time but I like to work out late when no one’s here.” “Sure no problem,” I said not sure where he was going, “So what did you want to work on?” “Back mostly,” he said turning around, “I feel like I’m not getting enough bulk.” He flexed his back and my eyes got wide. It was like a fucking roadmap muscles, just fucking everywhere. This guy was insane! “Back yeah, I can show you some,” I walked over to the cables, “How about we start here.” We walked over to the cable pull, and I lowered the fucking weight so I didn’t literally die on camera from exertion, “Ok, ever do lunge pulls?” He shook his head, “Nope, not one to work out in a gym.” I chuckled, “You sure look like it,” He just stared at me. “Right, ok let me show you,” I moved over and grabbed the cables and went down with one foot out, “You wanna start your rep here and then slowly bring them down to the center of your chest.” I slowly pulled them forward, I could see my arms out of the corner of my eyes and was proud, this week of cramming really did help. I brought them to the middle of my chest and held it, “You wanna hold it here for a second and then slowly, let the cables go back. The key is controlling their speed, you don’t want them to fly back, you want to be in control of them the whole time.” I got back to standing and turned to him “You wanna try?” He shook his head, “Show it to me again, the feet placement fucked me up.” What placement? You fucking put one foot forward and…ok, he’s in charge. I get into position again and repeat the rep, slowly as to make sure he gets the form. “You train girls too?” “Yeah, men and women, whoever wants a session,” I said doing another rep, waiting for him to say he got it. “You ever train a girl named Lisa?” What the fuck? “Um, no, no Lisa I can remember….” I went to go back to standing and he was right behind me, I let the cables go in shock as he put a hand around my throat and pulled me back, “Why you fucking lying?” “I’m not!” I tactically screamed, what the hell was this? “My girl said she’s been fucking some personal trainer here, and I think that’s you.” I almost look at the cameramen in panic but remember what Rachel said, this is just part of the thing, so go with it. “No man! I’ve never talked to a Lisa.” He spins me around and I am eye level with those fucking pecs, “You such a pussy you can’t man up?” He really looks like he is going to kill me, “Fine, we do this the hard way.” “Wait,” I say as he grabs my shirt with one hand and tears it off like it was paper. “Look at you,” he sneers as I step back, “Fucking pretty boy bitch, spends all his time in a gym, just to look pretty.” I hold my hands up and keep walking backwards, this seems way too real. “See this?” He holds his arms up and flexes, his biceps look like oversized cantaloupes, they are fucking massive, “This is real strength, from working, from actually doing shit.” He lunges and grabs the back of my neck before I can move, “You’re just a fancy cunt with muscles.” He drags me to a weight bench and tossed me down on it. “You fucked my girl, now I’m gonna fuck you.” Oh ok, so this is like a bit, I feel a little better and say. “But I didn’t fuck anyone…” He backhand slaps me, hard. My head snaps to the left and I taste blood in my mouth. “I didn’t say you could talk,” he growls, “Look at me!” My eyes meet his and he peels his tank off like he was Hulk Hogan or something shit. His torso in just…perfect. I mean every line, every muscle, every cut…it’s like someone made a statue of the perfect fucking guy and it came to life and is about to fuck me. “I’m going to show you what a real man is,” My face hurts and I wonder if this is still acting, he really hit me. “You a fag boy?” “No!” I answer, half shocked and half pissing myself. He reaches down and grabs my neck again, this time he has his whole hand around it. He squeezes and I feel my air get cur off, “I think you are, I think you’re some fag boy who has to fuck real men’s girls behind their back. I think you’re just a bitch waiting to be fucked…” My eyes are watering and I am clawing at his hand, holy shit this is real. “So I am going to fuck you,” he tosses me aside and I go flying off the weight bench to the floor. I am coughing, trying to catch my breath as he stares down at me, waiting. “What the fuck?’ I asked, knowing this wasn’t part of the plan. “Get over here,” he orders, his finger pointing right in front of him. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” I say, more to the cameramen than to him. He reaches out, grabs my hair and drags me to his feet, “I said get over here.” “Fuck!” I scream as he yells go, “What the..” He holds up a hand and I stop talking instantly. “You think you’re a man cause you have those fake ass muscles and girls look at you and smile. You ain’t no man….” He pulls his shorts down and steps out of them and waits. I look up at a soft cock that hangs over six inches long. Fucking soft this thing is bigger than most average dicks. Even sleeping I can tell it’s thick, it hangs down over a set of massive balls. I just stared stunned, people say I have a big cock but this…Jesus fuck. “Yeah take a good look pink, this cock is going to be your lord and savior.” I gulped hard as I saw it begin to twitch. It was like watching a giant snake slowly wake up. The shaft expanded, I saw the head begin to fill with blood, slowly rising towards his rock hard stomach. It was over nine inches and just stared at me angrily. He reached down and started to stroke it, the giant head was red and swollen, and a bead of precum hung at the slit. “This, this is a man’s cock,” he proclaimed and all I could do was nod. “Treat it with respect!” He said grabbing the back of my head and pulling my mouth over that plum sized head. I instantly started to gag as the thing assaulted my mouth. I tried to remember everything Shayne had told me when he made me deep throat him but I was panicked and his thing was so fucking big!! “Yeah choke on that cock you fucking bitch,” he raged, not letting me move my head, “Hiu wanna fuck my girlfriend? Then you get to be my new cunt!” He let go of me and I fell back choking, rubbing my throat I cried out, “Dude I didn’t fuck anyone!” “Keep lying,” he said grabbing my shoulder. He pulled me to my feet like I weighed a buck ten, he tossed me face down on the weight bench. I tried to catch my breath as I felt him rip my shorts, exposing my ass. “Wait!” I cried out, I was actually scared, I didn’t want to do this any more. His hand slapped my cheeks hard and I yelped. “Shut up you fucking pretty boy bitch, this is happening.” I felt his giant hands pull my cheeks apart and I looked back in terror. His face lowered itself down and I felt his tongue force itself inside of me. “Unnnn”, I cried out he forced past my sphincter effortlessly. It felt like a small cock instead of a tongue. I moaned despite my fear because it felt intense. The warmth, the sensations, it made my cock start to come to life as he held my ass in place. My fear was quickly being overcome by lust. I felt my ass backing up on his face despite my reservations. It was like body knew what it wanted instinctively. “Yeah grind that pussy,” he said as he pulled off of my hole, “Fucking muscle cunts love to be played with.” He spit into my hole and I felt a finger shove its way into me. “Fuck!” I cried out and he slapped my ass again. “Shut up you fucking baby, you’re loving this!” I squirmed as he dug into my ass, stretching my hole inch by inch. It fucking hurt but he held me fast with one hand like a was a fucking child. I took a sigh of relief when he removed it and then let out a scream when he shoved three into me. I wanted to ask what happened to two but I couldn’t talk from the pain my ass was sending me. “Fucking shut your mouth,” he growled as he twisted his fingers around, “You muscle bitches are all the same, whine, bitch and moan…but you all end up begging in the end.” He crooked his fingers and pushed down and my entire body jerked. I left out a whimper as he started to push massage my prostate. “Oh god…” I moaned as my ass backed up in its own, “Fuck yeah, fuck…” “Yeah see,” he said in a mocking tone, “All muscle pussies like to be played with. Right girl?” My vision was filled with flashes of light as he kept nudging my fucking button, “Yeah, yeah I love it,” I admitted as I felt my ass slam back on his hand. It was humiliating as fuck but my body didn’t care as I begged him for more. “All you bitches need is a real man to handle you,” he yanked his fingers out and I actually groaned in disappointment. He flipped me on my back, again tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I felt the wind knocked out of me as he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. I wasn’t ready for this, I tried to close them but they didn’t budge. No matter ho hard I tried they wouldn’t move. I looked up at him in panic and the smile on his face was pure malice. “This will teach you to fuck someone else’s girl.” “I didn’t fuck your…” and he shoved his cock into me. I fucking screamed as his thick ass cock destroyed my hole. He was so much bigger than Shayne it wasn’t funny. I must have blacked out from the pain for a moment because one second I was screaming and the next he had his hand on my throat again. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled as spots began to form in front of my eyes. I was losing consciousness as my brain screamed for air. I felt my body go limp as he let go. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was lie there, trying to breathe again. He fucked me savagely, his monster cock pounding me again and again as I just stared at the ceiling, wondering where I was. All the sounds were muted and I felt my body move with each push. Agonizingly slow I started to come back to my senses, and with that came the fear. This guy did not care if I was here or not. He didn’t care if I was liking it, into it, fuck I don’t even think he cared if I was alive. I struggled to talk when I realized something huge. There was no pain. He had fucked me so hard when I was out that my ass had adjusted to his tool, though how I didn’t know. All I did know was that he was filling my ass so completely that it felt like I was getting fucked for the first time. He had stretched my hole so much that every nerve ending was sinking with pleasure as his horse cock smashed my prostate over and over. I hadn’t even realized I was moaning until he chuckled “Yeah, you have a hungry pussy just like Lisa. Maybe I’ll make you my next girlfriend….what you think punk?’ “Oh fuck me…” I called out, my mind reeling from the sensation. He had my legs completely spread open, like I was a fucking girl getting railed in some guy’s back seat. He loomed over me like a fucking god, I felt tiny compared to him a feeing that was growing with each second. My head flew back as I arched my back, trying to push back against his thrusts. “Asked you a question bitch, you wanna be my girlfriend? You wanna get fucked like this all the time?” “Oh yeah, I’m your girlfriend…please….fuck me…” my mouth called out, shocking me more than ever. I was still scared of this guy and I wasn’t sure what was going on but my body, my body was fucking losing it. My cock was completely hard and I felt myself getting close to cumming and I hadn’t even touched it. “Yeah, that’s my girl…”he said with a leer, “This is getting boring, let’s see how flexible my girl is.” He pulled his cock out and I literally heard myself whimper against my will from the emptiness in me. He took my legs and pulled them over my head, hooking them under the weight bar. My ass was sticking straight up and he climbed on top of the bench, he pointed his cock down. “See, this is much better,” he said as he lowered himself over me, his cock plunging back into my hungry ass. I called out in delight as his cock started to rub whole new areas of my ass. Again he was so big and this position exposed different parts of my ass it was like being fucked for the first time again. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I held on for dear life. He kept pushing down into me, making me grunt with each repetition, he was slowly bending me in half, only my shoulders were on the weight bench now. I was just riding the bliss that was his cock when something pressed against my mouth. My eyes flew open and I saw my own hard cock hovering over my face. I was so turned on and my dick was so big that it was right there. Tentatively I licked the tip of it, wondering how it would feel. I felt a thrill go through me as I licked the head of my own cock, the feedback loop of pleasure was insane. He kept pounding away at my ass, forcing me down more and more. My tip pressed past my lips and I could mouth the first part of my cock completely. I sucked at my own cock like a baby with a bottle, precum spilling all over my tongue. I was moaning around my own cock from his fucking, he was hitting my prostate now, the entire length of that monster was now only pleasure for me. I couldn’t think straight as more and more of my cock filled my mouth. I don’t think he even knew what he had done but I was licking around my own shaft, marveling at how thick my own dick was for the first time. I felt my balls start to tingle and knew I was close. I tried to move, unfold myself to tell him but I couldn’t move. With my cock in my mouth I couldn’t talk and he was just too strong for me to budge. I struggled, trying to so anything but I was stuck. He had literally overpowered me and I was helpless, just too weak to do anything. I was too weak, I could see it and I began to just unravel. My whole life I had thought I was strong. I had lifted weights, gotten bigger, loved the way that girls looked at me when I wore a tight shirt, the appreciation guys gave me at the gym when I worked out. I had thought I was the biggest, baddest I could be. I didn’t understand when girls said they were afraid to walk home, the thought of someone overpowering me had literally never passed my brain. Not once in my life had I ever felt like I was in danger. But I did now. I wasn’t a man, Ezra was a man, a real man. The cock in my mouth wasn’t a real cock, a real cock was the donkey dick that was owning my jock pussy. Because that is what I was, a jock pussy. A cunt to be fucked, here, pinned to the weight bench, this guy doing whatever he wanted to me, both knowing there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, at that moment I realized I was nothing but another muscle slut. I was almost crying as I realized how stupid I had been. How much time I had wasted in trying to be a man, trying to be strong. Flirting with girls, trying to date, it was all for nothing because in the end this is where I belonged. On my back with a real man fucking the shit out of me. And I loved it. Everything went away and I just accepted it. I had no purpose other than pleasuring real men, I would work out to look good for them, I would keep myself looking fit so that I would remain attractive to them…I was going to live just to be used like this again and again. I finally got what Shayne and Rachel were trying to tell me. I had never been a person, I was now and always had been, a fucking puppy. My mouth flooded with my cum as Ezra pushed me over the edge, his fucking cock making my pussy cry with all the pleasure he could. Cum flooded down my throat, filling my mouth and then out the sides of my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as my load as I could but it was just too much. I was so turned on by revelation that it was more than an orgasm. It was a baptism. Warm cum slid down my face as Ezra continued to fuck me. My ass was raw now, my prostate was screaming with overwhelming pleasure and I felt like I was screaming around my dick. He didn’t care if I came or not, I doubt he even noticed. No a man like Ezra didn’t care when his girl came because she wasn’t there to get off, she was there to service him. He kept punching at my pussy for what felt like hours. Finally his cock slipped free and my legs fell back to the weight bench. I just laid there, my legs numb, my stomach full of cum, as content as I ever have been. I feel like drifting off when I hear Ezra bark, “Hey bitch!” My head pops up instantly and he is sitting at a chest press machine. He jerks his head towards his cock and says, “It isn’t going to fuck itself.” I rush over and I can finally see the cock that broke me. It was well over nine inches long and thick as a beer can, there were fucking veins tracing the side of it, the head was now a deep purple and looked like it could explode at any minute. Without being told I climbed up on his lap, looping my legs around the back of the seat and lower myself onto my man. His cock splits my open and I throw my head back and cry as I feel him enter me in one go. My hands are on the head of the seat so I can easily pull myself up and down on that magnificent piece of flesh. “There ya go,” he says with a wicked smile, “That’s better, you like that cock?” Breathlessly I begin to ramble, “I love this cock, so much…fucking love it….oh god you are so big…” He chuckles as he watches me ride him, “Yeah all your muscle girls get off on it, you all cry at the start but at the end…you’re all the same.” “Fucking cock…so fucking…good….” I just keep going on. “You ever gonna touch my girl again?” I shake my head, “No sir, no…never…” “You know what happens if you do? If I find you anywhere near my shit again?” I shake my head, still pushing and pulling on that fucking dick. He grabs my hips and slams me down, “You never get fucked again.” My mouth is open in a silent scream as he begins to pump up into me, sending that cock halfway up my stomach. I can’t feel my legs he is fucking me so hard, my previously tender ass is once again singing, and my cock is ready for round two. “You want to get fucked again?” “Please sir, please….fuck me….fuck me always…I’ll be good…I promise…please…” I am whining as I hold on as he just fucks me to death. “Yeah such a good muscle cunt…take it…take that cock.” “Oh its so good…so good….please sir…please…” “You wanna cum little girl?” I have lost language as I just nod frantically. I don’t know what he does, if he moves his hips or pushes me a certain way, but just like that he is fucking hitting my joy button and I lose it. He is just watching me scream as he fucks me within an inch of my life. I am calling out to god, Jesus, anyone who can hear. I am begging him to fuck me harder, to make me whole…I am crying from all this cock…fuck I need all this cock. My dick explodes against this fucking legendary body and and I feel my ass clench around his cock. He groans as I feel him push up quicker, there is a tingle in my body as I realize he is about to breed me. He is about to shoot his cum into me, a real man, into my jock pussy…oh god yes…this is what I want…what I need….please…please… Make this jock whore pregnant. I can actually feel this cock expand my walls when he cums. I am surprised I don’t shoot off his dick like a rocket from the force. Almost instantly I can feel cum spilling out my hole, there is so much cum, he is such a stud…my load looks like a joke next to his. He keeps slamming me down on his cumming dick, getting every ounce of pleasure he can out of my pussy, using me for the purpose I was made for. We are covered in sweat, panting as we sit there for a moment, both in orgasmic bliss. He tosses me off his cock and onto the floor. I can feel his cum leaking from my broken hole as he stands before me. He is glistening with sweat, every line of his body exposed like he is a geek statue come to life. His cock hangs over his massive balls, even as it shrinks it is still bigger than mine. “Don’t just lie there you lazy bitch, clean me up.” I see my cum all over that perfect torso along with his own load and jump to my feet. I am light headed as I slowly lick my mess off that prefect body. I can feel his and with my tongue, they feel like rocks as I move over each one, slurping up our load like a cat at a milk bowl. “You like worshipping my body?” “Oh god sir,” the words start to spill out before I can stop them, “I love it so much, you’re so fucking big…so manly…” I am licking between words there is no more cum, I just want to press my tongue up against his body. “Yeah remember this you fucking gym cunt, this is what a real man is. Not you and your three sets of this and 20 reps of that. A real man’s body is made, with work, and blood, and tears. You got that?” I nodded as I licked, moving up to his massive bicep, feeling what a real man’s arm should feel like. I was a girl next to him, worst than a girl. I was just a bitch. I could work very day for the rest of my life and never be this fucking perfect. I would always be a jock poser, wishing a real man like this would fuck me. Out of nowhere grabs my face and says, “You touch my girl again faggot and I’ll kill you.” I am on my top toes straining as he effortlessly holds me in place. I try to nod but there is no way I can move while he holds me. “Open your mouth.” I willingly open it as wide as it gets. He hocks up a huge amount of spit and lets it fly into my mouth as he drops me. I can taste him on my tongue, and I knew better to do anything but swallow it. I watch him walk away, my eyes locked on that perfect body. “Thank you sir…” escapes my my lips as I look over and see the camera men looking down at me, a leer on their face as one of them rubs the front of his pants. I had honestly forgotten we were being filmed. Rachel’s voice comes over a PA system, “And cut, we’re out.” The cameras turned off and the guys began to file out, except the one with the hardon. He walks over to me and offers me a hand. As I get up he leans in and whispers, “I got ten bucks, how about you let me fuck you?” I jerk back from him, shocked. He seems my expression and laughs. “Kid, if you are going to tell me you don’t do that sort of thing, I got two hours of you begging for cock for money on tape.” He shook his head and began to walk away, “Fuck it, sluts like you are never a good fuck anyways. I sat on the bench and put a hand over my face as the entire event set it. He was right, I had been a fucking slut. No, I was a fucking slut. If Ezra walked back in right now and told me to spread my legs, I wouldn’t need any money to do it. Fuck, what was I doing here? And why didn’t I want to leave?

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

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

For the past few days, this dude was messaging me nonstop on grindr. He wasn't too bad looking, he just wasn't my type: he was 39, yet, skinnier than me and had tattoos all down his body. His face was pretty nice tho, with a hot beard. I considered hooking up with him only based on his pics and how he chatted, until I saw his status, HIV positive. "The fuck!" I yelled, already typing out to him a slew of insults. This dump was trying to infect me or something. He responded back really calmly, saying he thought I'd be into it, and still sending more pics of his huge uncut meat. I told him he was a disgusting pig for trying me, and was typing out more when my finger accidentally tapped the send location button. I saw as it loaded and had been seen, him sending back a winky face. I dropped my phone, feeling more afraid than ever in my life. I couldn't take it back. Right then, I stood up from my bed and ran over to my front door and all the windows in my first floor apartment, locking them tight, making sure it I was completely safe. When I picked my phone back up five minutes later, I saw that he sent a voice chat. I pressed play, and heard a rough voice say, "I know how little twinks like you work, you want me to rape this seed into you. I gotchu, don't worry buddy, I'll see you soon, gotta make sure it's extra toxic for you." I bit my lip looking down at my phone, after a while just curling up next to my bed. I had no idea what to do and what his message meant. He's not gonna rape me right? I had no idea what this psycho had in mind, but I skipped my nightly run just to be safe. For the next few days, I was so careful, locking my door and being with friends where I went so this man could never catch me alone, but it became tiresome after a while. By Friday, I was so over it and sure this man was bluffing, so I decided to open grindr back up. The first notif was from a fine dark-skinned man asking if I was down for a gangbang party. He sent pics of every dude that would be there and I felt myself getting hard at just the thought of those buff dudes running a train on me. I tried to act coy when I knew dam well I was down for it. But the question was, "is everyone neg??". He responded, "yea ofc, just c'mon over for some fun. All bareback and safe." Then he sent the address. I drove over pretty quickly after prepping myself, making sure I was clean enough for a fist to go up my body. When I arrived, the place looked pretty dingy from the front, but 'the worst looking places give the best dick' I said to myself. That was all the reassurance I needed. I strolled up to the front door, immediately greeted by that sexy black guy. "Hey, it's so good you came over. Most of the guys didn't even get here yet, but I've got the sling set up if you're ready slut," he said with a smile. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had on some low hanging sweatpants that made his long bulge look delicious. But just above the sweatpants, I could see a triangle tattoo that was cut off, but reminded me of that HIV dude that creeped me out. Those thoughts left my head as I was being strapped into the sling and blindfolded, hand and legs bound because he said, "Yea, a lot of the guys are into the bottom being totally restrained, but don't worry, I can always let you out if you're uncomfortable." Soon, I could hear all the men laughing in the other room, making my hole twitch. This was it, I was gonna be gangbanged! When they came in, a hideous stench came in too, making my eyes water behind the blindfold. "It stinks," I said with a laugh, but not actually joking. Then men didn't respond, but I could hear belt buckles unclasping and dropping to the ground so I could imagine they were preoccupied looking at me. Then I felt hot breath over my face, and it smelled rancid. I felt someone pulling the blindfold off, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the HIV pos dude. His smile said it all, that I had no escape. But before I could yell or protest, I felt someone stuff themselves up my ass in one push. "FUCK" It was the black dude, ramming his ten inches into my almost-vrigin ass. "Yea, you're FUCKED is right!" The sick dude said above me, grabbing my chin and holding it so we were making eye contact, "Guess what? Every guy here is ready to infect you with some toxic seed and you have no say in what happens, you're just a SPUNK HOLE FOR US!" The room laughed at me as I cried with the black dick still pounding into me. "Please take it out. Please someone help me," I begged to the men around me. Not one even looked at me. The black dude kept it up for over ten minutes, making my insides feel battered and twisted, finally saying, "You ready to get pozzed bitch! This is what sissys like you were made for, to be used and infected by real men like us. I'm gonna shoot!" I weakly said, "Please don't..." but it was too late. I could feel his cum shooting up deep in me, soiling me. He waited in me till his dick softened, plugging the cum up my ass, while the other men around egged him on and asked if t was their turn to "use the bitch". I felt so dirty. As he pulled out, he bent down and kissed me, whispering, "You were a real nice fuck, welcome to the club." I closed my eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. This was all so screwed. Then I felt something cold up against my nose and ass. I was so confused until someone said, "inhale fag," pushing the poppers closer into my nose. I took two deep breaths, wanting to just open up and get this over with. Then I rembered the cold feeling still poking my ass. "What's that," I said, bending to look over. Then I saw the original poz dude at the opening of my hole, smiling as one of his hands held it open and the other held the tip of a fork to it. "What- What are you gonna DO," I felt it as soon as he went in, raking into my hole with the sharp prongs, laughing crazily. He picked up some of the blood that dripped out and rubbed it across my face, saying, "You like this sissy? This is what you get for insulting men! You're perfect little body being ruined, you're nothing but a dirty slut, I'm just making sure you look like one too. Oh yea, and making sure you're cut up for my poz babies to infect you better." I cried out as he ran the fork backwards over the cuts he had already made, "PLEASE, please stop." He pulled it out, and stood up revealing 11 inches of methed up, latino, poz dick. Then I noticed there was something else, it looked moldy. "What the fuck's wrong with it?" I asked, him laughing and pulling down his foreskin, white cheese looking stuff falling out. "What the fuck," I said, never having hooked up with an uncut guy before. Then I connected it, that was the foul smell in the room. It stank like a hobos ass. "You like what you see?" he said smiling at me and wiping a big piece up and bringing it toward me. Before I could back away, hands grabbed me, holding my jaw wide open. I made incomprehensible moans trying to plead, but the man just dropped the chunk of cheese on to my tongue, feeling as if he burned a hole in it. I almost threw up there. "Swallow bitch! If you wanted to be our toilet bitch, then you're gonna fuckin lap up my cock cheese like it's fuckin ice cream. NOW EAT!" I swallowed it down with difficulty from the men holding my jaw, but I had no choice. It burned going down my throat and I knew the smell would never leave my mouth. "Good bitch, now I'll put the rest up your hole. Maybe you'll catch more than just aids!" I felt him ram up inside me, the worst pain of my life ensuing. His dick burned going up as I felt the cuts opening and wrapping him. My hole burned and felt like it was gonna rip in half. When he was fully inside, the dick was poking outta my stomach, and the men took turns tapping it and laughing at the state I was in. I couldn't believe what was happoening to me. "Now you won't ever turn down a good dicking, right bitch?" he said, pressing into a spot that made everything hurt more and feel so good. "Yes, sir!" I said, not even knowing I was saying it. "Look [banned word]! We've totally fried this bitch's brain! Take my poz dick you sissy cumdump!" He continued to ram into me, at one point turning me over for a new position. They may have even let me out and started fucking me on the ground with no restraints, but it didn't change what had happened. I was a bug-chaser now. "I'm gonna shoot these babies so deep into your loose pussy! YOU READY TO BE OUR AIDS BITCH?!" The next day I went and bought the morning after pill for HIV, but every step I took, I felt the rips in me open back up. The next week, I got tested and found out that I had a UTI on top of the HIV coursing through my system. Two weeks after that, I went to the next gangbang party they hosted.

Got him

11 bred

Hail the Lust! Life is back. After a great night at a local bar and the bthhouse getting fucked and fisted. Had a radom hookup two days later and then Easter Sunday started with my legs in the air geting bred and ended with a 23 year old pup fucking and fisting my slack ass like it's made for. Hopefully, this week will be just as sexually active. My body hungers for it.

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 woke up warm and protected. It took a second to realize that Shayne was behind me, cradling me as he slept. I know I should have been freaked because it was a guy but honestly, it was one of the best feelings of my life. I had been at wits end in my tiny apartment, alone, trying to get through this fucking quarantine. I was starving for physical touch and the fact it was Shayne...I snuggled back into him and just laid there soaking it in. So did this mean I was gay now? I mean, I don't feel gay. I still liked women, I mean, yeah, women were still hot. But I just got fucked by Shayne and even though I don't want to, I have to admit I loved it. Fuck life used to be a lot simpler. Shit! What about Rachel? If she finds out what happened she'll get pissed and....fuck this is bad, real bad. I turned over and nudged Shay. He slowly came awake and smiled at me, “Morning.” “Dude, you have to get up!” I said frantically. “Why?” “What if Rachel comes home and finds us?” He laughed, “Dude, that's what you're worried about?” “I'm serious! Come on...wake up!!” He sighed and sat up, “Ok one, chill. It's too fucking early for you to be this wound up. Two,” he grabbed the length of chain and pulled on it, making me get closer to him, “Do not ever tell me what to do. Got it?” The tone of his voice, the jerking of the chain. It was so fucking sudden all I could do was nod. He let go of the chain and I was able to back up, “And three, she knows.” It took me a few seconds to get his words, “She knows? How?” He laughed, “Dude, it was her idea to get you to come out here.” “Yeah but she didn't know we were gonna...you know...” “Fuck? Sure she did. Again, it was her idea to get you to come out here.” I was so confused. “Look man, there is a lot I need to explain to you. I just wanted a night for the two of us alone, so you could adjust to some of it. But there are things you need to understand.” “Like?” “Like Rachel and I share everything. No secrets, nothing. We both are bisexual and we both like having sex. A lot. It was her idea to bring you out here because she knew how much you meant to me and she watched your videos and thought you were fucking hot.” Hot? Me? Fucking Rachel thought that? I had lusted after her since the day Shay and her got together, and she thought I was hot? “I knew you'd be ok getting it on with her, but I needed to know you were into with me as well. And I guess we know that answer.” I felt my face warm from embarrassment. “So you get it? You're here for both of us, equally.” I nodded, “Good, that's one part down.” “One part?” He nodded, “Come on, let's get a shower.” We got up and I followed him into this huge bathroom. I mean it looked like it was out of a fucking movie set. There was a huge glass walled shower that easily could have fit five people and still had space. He pushed some buttons on the wall and the water started running. “Dude, how can you afford a place like this?” He looked back at me and smiled, “All in good time, come on.” He held his hand out and I took it, and he led me inside the shower. The water was just hot enough and the water pressure was insane. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling, my shower back home barely got warm and the water felt like it came from a garden hose. “Feels good right?” Shay whispered from behind me. I nodded and felt his hands on my shoulder. He began to knead them and I let out a moan as I felt the tension in my body start to fade. I put out my hands and propped myself up against the wall as Shayne went to work on my back. His hands were rough and hard, forcing themselves over my muscles, working between them, it hurt like a motherfucker but felt so good. I hadn't gotten a massage since high school and that was with a physical therapist. This was different, Shay's touch was was intimate, he lingered in spots, not just working my muscles but making me feel good. “Jesus this fucking dump trump,” Shayne said when he got to my ass, “I swear your fucking ass is perfect.” He began to knead the thick muscles of my glutes and I felt myself push back instinctively, realizing I liked his touch. “Fucking so smooth,” he said, “So firm,” his fingers were all over my cheeks, “So tempting...” I felt him spread my cheeks and expose my hole, I closed my eyes as I felt his face dive between them and his tongue force it's way into me. I let out a low moan as I felt his tongue fill my ass up, Jesus it was so fucking good... He pulled back, “Spread your cheeks apart,” he said. I pressed my face against the wall and reached back to spread my cheeks as open as they could get. “Good puppy,” he said before he went back to eating my out. His tongue entered me again and I whimpered as I felt it go even deeper this time. I was on my tiptoes, shaking with lust as he forced my hole open, making me want more and more... My head was up against the wall as I glanced over and caught myself in the reflection of the glass. The water was cascading down over me, highlighting every single cut of muscle, every piece of definition I had in perfect detail. I could see the sharp cut of my abs, the tip of my raging cock as it stuck up, nearly to my belly button. It was throbbing and I hadn't even touched it yet. If there was any doubt I was into this it was removed by seeing how my dick responded. My triceps flared as I kept my ass as open as possible for Shay to anally rape me with that fucking tongue of his. My calves were huge as I strained my legs, trying to push back further on his face. “Fuck Shay...” I whined as I felt my ass walls relax, “Please...” “Please what pup?” he asked, pausing for a moment. “P-please...” “Say it,” he said, his finger tracing around my hole. “You know...” “Say it,” he snapped as he jammed the finger up into me, reminding me how empty my ass felt. “Please fuck me,” I heard myself say, not believing the words were coming out of my mouth. “And who are you?” I paused, not sure what he meant. “Only good puppies get fucked...” he teased, his finger sliding over my prostate, making my cock twitch. This was so demeaning, I didn't want to say it but his finger was pushing buttons in me I didn't know I had. He kept pushing it, harder and harder and finally I snapped. “I'm a good puppy...I'm a good puppy! Please Shay...fuck your puppy, please fuck your puppy....” I heard him chuckle as his finger slipped out of me, I tried to ignore the way my ass followed it, wanting to keep it in me as long as possible, but I couldn't. I wanted this...so badly. He lined his cock up with my ass and pressed the head against it. I held my breath as I felt his head push against my tiny hole. I waited but he didn't move forward, I felt anxious and then hungry... “Come on puppy...work for it.” He grabbed the length of chain around my neck and pulled it gently back. Not as an order, but more of a suggestion. I relaxed my ass and slowly pushed back, willingly impaling myself on Shay's thick cock. I felt the ring of muscle burn as the head of his dick pried open my hungry, little jock hole. I gasped as I felt it fully enter me, pushing the walls of my ass open wider. His hands touched the sides of my waist, “Good puppy...so good...” His praise made me weak inside as I realized I liked giving him pleasure. I bore down and kept pushing feeling his shaft slide into me inch by fucking inch. It hurt like a motherfucker but at the same time, it felt incredible. It was filling me up, making me..whole? I don't know. What I did know was that I had Shay's cock halfway up my ass and wasn't stopping until I had the whole thing. “You feel me?” he said into my ear, “You feel me fucking you?” I nodded as I kept pushing. “So good,” he said, pulling my neck back with the chain so he could nibble on it, “Such a fucking hot puppy. Aren't you?” I was so focused on taking his cock I just started to babble, “I'm a good puppy, I'm your good puppy...fuck...ung...puppy, good puppy...” I felt his pubes hit my ass and I stopped, feeling the abused walls of my ass flutter and spasm around his thickness. His cock felt huge in me but it also felt like it belonged. I was too horny to even care what that meant, all I knew was that I wanted to make Shay feel good...that was my job now. He slowly slid out of me and I gasped as I felt his head grid over my prostate, my entire soul reacted to it and I could see my cock twitch in the reflection. He stopped and then pushed into me with the same deliberate slowness. It felt like my heart skipped a beat as he bottomed out into me again. “Good...good...” he said, praising my lack of complaint. “You ready for more?” I nodded and I heard him chuckle, “Such a good puppy...” He pulled half of his cock out of me and my mouth opened I shock as I felt my ass react to the emptiness I felt. He pushed in hard and I exhaled as he pushed me against the wall. He pulled out again and then slammed into me even harder. I felt the chain tug and he pulled me back, “You're a man not a hole, brace yourself.” I put my hands against the wall and pushed myself back. He held my hips steady, “Ready?” I nodded and he pulled out of me, his cock making me moan out loud. I felt him start to push forward and I braced myself and pushed back onto him. “Fuck!” I cried out, seeing spots in front of my eyes as his cock dug deep into me. “There we go,” he said pulling out again and waiting half a second before forcing his way into me again. I pushed back once more and felt my entire fucking body shake as his cock rearranged my guts. With even less notice he puled out and trust forward again. I pushed back and the sound of our flesh hitting sounded like a fist fight. He didn't stop this time and I realized neither had I. I was hungry for his cock, pushing hack harder and harder, wanting, needing as much of it in me as I could force. Every time he bottomed out in me my cock jumped, it felt like a tiny orgasm every time and with each thrust it grew larger and larger. Though I was dizzy with lust I knew on some level, if he kept fucking me like this I was going to cum. I put my head down and really bore down, increasing the pace, Shay's fucks getting more and more aggressive. “Oh puppy likes that?” he teased, “Right Sean? You like that cock?” “Fuck yea...” I grunted, not halting my pace, “Harder Shay...fuck me harder...” He chuckled and he gave up any pretense at this being that we were two human beings having sex. We were animals and we were fucking. There were no words as he tore my jock hole apart with his cock, no questions if it hurt or too much. I belonged to Shayne and he was going to breed me until he was done. My entire focus became his cock, the way it stung my ass as it entered, the way it crushed my spot every time. My eyes were closed as I just slammed back into him harder and harder, my cock twitch and leaking like crazy...my balls began to tingle. “Close...” I gasped, looking down at my towering cock in disbelief. Shayne bent his knees and started thrusting up into me and I squealed like a pig. His cockhead began to ram right into my spot and I lost control. “Fuck..Shay...” I screamed as he knocked me up a couple of inches with his cock, my own dick throbbing in response. “Come on pup....cum for me...cum for your master...” I couldn't control myself anymore, I was simply holding on for dear life as he fucked the life out me. My cock was twitching in time to his thrusts and I felt my balls contract and I stopped breathing as my shaft pulsed once and then stopped... And then a shot of cum came flying out, completely hands free. I watched as my cock fired shot after shot of cum on it's own, my dick just bouncing up and down from Shayne's thrusts. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, my mind was ablaze with lust as I pressed my cheek to the wall and just let Shayne fuck the rest of the cum out of me. “Gonna cum...” he growled, pulling the chain so my head came back, “You want me to breed you? Huh pup? Want me to get you pregnant?” I was delirious from my orgasm so just nodded and said, “Breed me Shay...fucking breed me...” He grunted and I felt his cock throb in my ass as he shot up into me. I moaned in response as I felt him fill my guts up with his cum. There was something so fucking hot about taking his load...my mind was warm and content as I realized...I wanted to feel like this all the time. I felt Shayne lean against my back, the water falling down over both of us, his cock still twitching in my ass. He turned my face towards his and said, “Welcome home.” I leaned in and kissed him, never feeling as happy as I did right then.

I had it all... white sluts, cute Latinos, smooth Asians. But only one black guy. Shame on me. It was at Leather pride Antwerpen. He had my size...170cm. That is what I look for. Race, colour.... not important for me. small and Fullrubber- Outfit. I get in heat like a dog in the street😇

I have come to embrace the term “daddy”. Some objections may come from the assumption that the younger guy has daddy issues. One way or another....Who doesn’t? Another objection may come from the younger party objectifying age. Well, don’t we objectify other stuff, like race (BBC anyone?) or muscles? As a Dom, it fits right into the dynamic I am interested in, specifically that the partner I like to breed is a boy (ideally with a nice bubble butt) and I am daddy. From posts and profiles in several apps, I know for a fact there is a TRUCKLOAD of younger guys who absolutely love to have an older guy use them for his pleasure. Keep in mind, I hav had guys my own age call me daddy (thus reinforcing the power exchange dynamic I mentioned earlier) If all these guys are into daddies, Who am I to disagree with them? Lol

After a Saturday night of partying with myself, Sunday was dedicated to taking as much cum up my ass as possible. The guys here in Athens here aren't as open about their status as in other countries. But with 10 separate guys shooting inside me, I'm pretty sure I'll have a good mix of poz and neg loads in there.

Thursday I'll be bred by a top who claim his VL goes up and down

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".

Anyone who is still using the term "clean" in 2021 to describe HIV status needs some serious education.

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.

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

Taking a load through a glory hole is the ultimate act of submission. You are reducing yourself to a hole for a man to cum inside. And it doesn't matter what he looks like, his status, his age, he has a cock that needs a place to cum, and you're it. I can remember the times I would be blowing a guy and he'd let me get him hard, then he'd pull out of the glory hole because he wasn't ready to cum yet. I'd whirl around and offer my hole. Sometimes they would leave, but when they changed their mind and pushed their cock into me, I was filled with joy. And their load shortly after that. So satisfying. The only thing that comes close is being in a booth with a man, sucking his cock, and he pulls you up, turns you around, forces you to bend over and just shoves his cock into you. No questions, no consent, he knows what you are, and he uses you. Sometimes they'd let me clean off their cock before they put it away, sometimes not. I always stayed on the floor at their feet so they would know I knew my place in the hierarchy. I never came while I was still at the ABS. I didn't want to lose my edge and step out of the booth to encounter a good sperm donor, or one of my regulars. Saturday afternoons were great for relieving married men of the tension of not getting sex at home, and a lot of them came to the ABS week after week. Often they'd want a repeat with me because they knew I'd do a good job, wouldn't give up if they were having difficulty, and surrendered all power to them.

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.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

I signed up for "The Bareback Pledge" on the following website. I encourage others to do the same and help with the goal to reach 1,000,000 men who take the Pledge! http://anonbareback.com/ The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, bet it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Pete M_____________________ DATE___11/25/2013_________________

That when I ask “ass?” If it’s not to my liking, I block. Two can play that game...

Vault is brill, I'm one of the sluts who bend over on the benches in the darkroom n let anyone use my cunt. Luv it. Re entry, was £9 last time I was there, included coatcheck n one drink so cheap. Darkroom is fab but then I'm a slut like any darkroom if u dont look above their navel then you are fine...

Thanks for following back...

There is a way I truly want to say this, but I will likely catch a Ban for it. So I'm going to phrase it differently. There are people whom It would not bother me in the least to know that they got the gift. Your ignorance makes you one of them. And I have enough boxes, bows and wrapping paper.

Don’t “settle”. And trust it when people tell you you’re good looking.

Well, if you’re ever in Manchester...😈

This one?

Definitely. My favourite guys are the strangers at beats who just turned me round, fucked me raw, and came inside me. The ones who never asked if they could fuck me, never asked if they could fuck me bare, and never asked if they could fill me up.

So true pussyboy. But the fact that you love sucking your fathers cock is only one of a thousand reasons why you are worthless trash. Thats why I love using you babygirl. btw is that your dads cock you are sucking in that picture?

Getting that load is my reward for being a good fuck hole...not saying no to that. And as someone else mentioned I have several regulars who only want a sloppy pussy loaded with as many as possible.

Well i dunno about breeding and using me sexually but guys know I am a sexual guy as I have tattoos of a centaur in a state of arousal on my delt--it's a shoulder piece--and I have the Chinese symbol for Lust on my back (top center) with the word "Lust" below it. I am looking at getting the sigil of Asmodeous added but not sure were yet.

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."

BreedingTop71 has helped me embrace my inner faggotry. And my body has transformed through chastity, focusing on my pussy as my primary sexual organ and embracing my feminine nature.

I will vist and fuck and fist you in London, Manchester and you are welcome here too

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

@CummyBearXXX Vers stocky beary [banned word] in North Wales/NW UK

This member is no longer here to get an answer to this question, but it was never answered and it seems to want addressing. What are the risks of something going wrong in letting someone remove your genitalia in a non-medical environment? 1. You can bleed out and die. 2. You can get sepsis and die. 3. You can get gangrene and die. 4. You can find yourself having to wear a bag to collect your urine. 5. You can suffer chronic pain for the rest of your life/feel nothing at all in that region for the rest of your life. I’m not a doctor, and I’m sure an actual health care professional could flesh out that list. Take a good, long look at a detailed diagram of the anatomy of the male human body in that area. It’s extremely complex, with various systems interconnecting and mutually dependent. Your genitals aren’t just superfluous dangly bits; your cock is also used for urination; your testicles produce hormones that affect your health in important ways. Making the decision to remove them without careful professional medical consultation is deeply unwise. Actually having them cut off in some Dom’s basement is deeply crazy.

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

Mentioned in another post. I've been blowing a str8 buddy for a while who asked what fucking boy's ass felt like. He seemed genuinely curious so next time he was due to come to mine for a blowjob I asked my boy, Drew to be there as well. We got naked and me and Drew got on our knees and sucked my buddy. As I was deep throating my buddy Drew stood up, next over the couch and spread his legs. I stood up and led my buddy by his cock to stand behind Drew. I told him now's your chance to find out how amazing Drew's ass is. He hesitated so I told him to shut his eyes and Id guide him in. He pressed his cok on Drew's hole and I kind of pushed him in - Drew is easy to penetrate but tightens up when your in. As soon as my buddy wa inside Drew the male drive took over and he pumped Drew hard with a big grin on his face. He shot his load inside Drew with s loud "FUCK YEAH" On his way ou /I old him Drew's ass is yours whenever you need it. He's been back twice and needed to persuasion to fuck my Boy. Drew is the only boy he's fucked so the next step is to get him inside a different lad. My buddy has never been faithful to his GFs and has always fucked around. I've told him that if all he's after is physical pleasure then there are legions of easily availably bottom boys needing to be fucked snd seeded. And they just ent your hard cock and your seed. II doubt he'll ever be emotionally gay but I reckon I can set him on the path to being a regular boy breeder.

I'll always suck that dick clean after it's unloaded inside me!

As a total bottom my goal is to please the top......he can do whatever he wants and inflict as much pain as he wants and it is my job to take it because I am the hole for him to fill