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This follows up on the first installment I posted a few weeks ago. It is a lightly fictionalised version of my Pozzing. All it takes is dedication 2 After the snog that felt it like it had lasted hours, he took my hand and led my to his bedroom. He let go, and said firmly, but softly, "take your clothes off" - which I did, hesitating of a few seconds, hoping my cock might go down a little (some chance!). "Someone's excited", he grinned. I laid down, adjusting myself so my ass was just over the edge of the bed - that uncomfortable wriggling is always the most embarrassing part of the whole sex thing. He lubed his cock and my ass, and gently entered me, causing my cock to twitch frantically. He broke his silence, "You realise, I want to make you Poz, right?", I nodded. "Well, you have to agree to a few things. One, I will be fucking you every day until you test positive. OK with that?" I answered yes in a way that probably gave away a little more of my excitement than I had intended. He laughed, "Good attitude. Two, you must not get fucked by anyone else until you are Poz. Understood?" I nodded. "Three. When you have tested Poz you will be part of my family. We are close, and do everything together if you know what I mean. OK, with that?", again I nodded. He immediately started thrusting, which took me a little by surprise. "Help yourself to poppers if that is your thing", he said, tossing me a bottle. "Don't worry I'm going to start you off gently." if this is gentle I thought, wow! "I used a lot of lube today, but I will be decreasing the amount each time I fuck you." He thrusted harder and deeper, whispering, "beg for my Poz cum". Pleaded, and pleaded - it felt so natural. Right there, right now it was all I wanted. All I needed. "Ah, that was good he", he murmured as he came. "There is nothing as sexy as a guy begging for poison spunk. As one day soon you'll find out!". He bent towards we and snogged me again. He pulled out, and swiftly pushed in a buttplug. "You need to get used to having my poz seed in you. Get dressed, and leave please. See you here tomorrow, same time." To be continued.

I prefer anonymous breedings. I would say 95% of the sex I have is anonymous. This is where I don’t know the man and we have little or no conversation prior to him breeding me. I have about 7 regulars that treat me like a cum dump and I like that too but just going into a video booth or bending over a tree in a park and receiving a mans precious gift is the best.

Sometimes I think about the fact that out there in the world there are men who have been inside my body and know what I feel like inside, and not only do I not know who they are, there is no way now that I can ever know. There have been so many of them. Sometimes the only thing I know about a man is the way his penis feels as it cunts me, and when he’s done I don’t turn to look at him, and then then the door closes - and I realize that I will never know anything more than the feeling of his raw cock using me. In moments like that my purpose in serving men is clearer to me than any other time.

I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.

Exactly this!!! I started hosting as a cumdump since summer, blindfolded. It is SUCH a turn on not knowing who the men are or what they look like. It brings you to your most true self and your animal senses. I work extra hard to make sure the tops are pleased and dumping their load in my ass. It feels extra amazing because that’s all that you can focus on. I can really say it is an addiction and I only crave more and more. I don’t think I can ever go back to regular (on one on) sex after that... I NEED anon loads!!

Oh God no you’re not alone!!! It’s incredibly hot to be used by whoever wants to stick their cock in your hole!!! Me favorite is ass backed up on a GH and whatever cock wants to go in my ass is great and being blindfolded ass up on the bed in a dark motel room and anonymous guy stop by and breed me. Most of my CumDumping are anonymous cocks leaving their load in my hole. It’s a huge turn on!!!

Mike picked up his biohazard jock and started to adjust my legs in the sling so he could slip the jock on me. I’d always thought rubber looked hot but needed to see how it felt first. Now I’m being dressed in it and was feeling strangely calm about it. Turned on, even. He then unhooked a short piece of chain, which I assumed was part of the sling, but for some reason had a padlock on it. I understood exactly what was going on when he moved my head so he could slip it around my neck. Closing the padlock with no sign of a key. “There you go, my boy. You’re starting to look the part already. Your bulge in that bio jock shows your approval too.” He had a point. I looked down and saw my stiffening cock in the jock and felt the weight of the chain around my neck. Fucking hot. A little epiphany unlocked at that moment seeing myself in a rubber jock spread out in a sling, with several poz loads in my hole. I thought that I looked like a pig. One of the more extreme ones you occasionally stumble across on a tumblr. Where more often than not, the guys look like pure animals. Fucking each other freely and feeling part of a semi-secret society. Where guys park their lives at the door and set about exploring their true desires. As men… brothers. Right then, I was feeling like I’d made it into the sty. Mike could almost read my mind. He stood there looking at me admiring myself. Admiring whatever I was becoming. Had become. “I like it. Very fucking hot. You’ll be a perfect addition to the cause once the gift claims you. Your Bugdaddy knows the route, son, let me be your guide into your new life.” It’s true. I’ve seen and could sense a new direction and purpose now. Mike lined himself at my hole again, fingering his last deposit into me as he lubed his cock. It felt beautiful, if I’m honest. They’ve already won. “The sight of my son in his bio jock is turning me on. You’re mine now, body and soul” “Fuck yeah, daddy. Finish it off.” He grinned and looked me in the eye. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty coming your way now you’re one of us. My strain alone should have given the recruitment process a head start.” It’s true. There genuinely was no way back now. The reality being that I’ve more than likely been infected. I guess I’d taken about ten, maybe a dozen loads now. On a special Poz Night, admittedly. And, yes, one of those guys was a new member who’d just been recruited, at his most toxic and, oh yeah, then bred me in an initiation. All normal. Normal to me now. And now I was understanding why they call it a gift. Mike shuddered as he unloaded into me, keeping his cock in there as he looked me up and down like a proud father admiring his new born. Which, in a twisted kinda way, was exactly that. I felt reborn. I felt satisfaction. A new freedom, like I was home. I looked into his eyes and slurred like the lovesick cum-craving rawpig I’d become, with my belly now full of his seed. His toxic seed no doubt already incubating in me. “I want to feel like this forever” Mike smiled and came in for a kiss “you soon will, son. You soon will.”

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

We began to untangle and Glen unlocked the room. I knew deep down that I could have run there and then, but my body had other ideas as Steve helped me to my feet and the three of us left and headed to the sling area. The piss smell was starting to subside and I noticed three guys pissing over the sling occupant. “Ah, that’s Brian. He’s a new convert. The last time he was here was his first. Like you, he didn’t realise the true nature of the evening, but now he’s a fully paid-up member. He’s being baptised by his new brothers. It’s something of a ritual for each new cumdump” What the fuck? These pigs were next level. I’d never in my wildest dreams witnessed such depravity. Yet despite my better judgement, I was getting hard at this. Fucksake. I should sober up this instant and run. I could hear Brian moaning, and encouraging these guys to piss over him. Like it was something that he needed too, finally wash away all those years of not letting himself be himself. Am I envying him? Was I turned on because in some way I knew that could be me one day? Glen went to the head of the sling and snogged Brian like they’d been lovers forever. Tenderly he stroked Brian’s head and asked him how he was feeling. Brian, for his part was reveling in his piss bath, but knew that he’d been in there long enough. Glen started to unstrap Brian from the sling, as Brian seemed to sense what was going on. “We’ve got a new member to welcome and recruit, dear boy, I trust you’ll help us pass on your knowledge” Brian grinned sadistically and said “It would be my pleasure, brother” and got out of the pissy sling. Steve grabbed my wrist, as if he sensed that I was going to make a run for it. I knew I could, but something tells me the night may go awry if I tried to escape. I just had to mentally accept that this was the road I was on now. These men were going to make into one of them. Whether the toxic cum in me already was starting to rewire me, or what, I can only accept now that this was my recruitment, and as Brian, Steve, Glen and a couple of others started to surround me, this glimpse of my future wasn’t terrifying me.

As Glen shot into my hole, I had to admit that the feeling of cum in me was starting to turn me on. I laid there, cradled by the pair of them like something they needed to feed and feed off. The grim realisations can hold off for an hour or two, right now I’m starting to understand why guys chase and become cum addicted. The seed deposits soak in to you. Creating a stronger deeper connection with who you’re with. That moment feels like it could last forever. You bond. Perhaps I needed to be shown that, I needed that urge to be forced upon me. So I could see for myself. It was as if the toxic cum decided on me regardless and had begun its takeover, its rewiring. Like I said, I was starting to understand. “How you feeling now Dan. Happy you’ve begun a new life?” That freaked me out. I was drunk and stumbled into a sauna on the wrong evening and now here I was being assimilated into the poz brotherhood. Wait… I’d read that phrase before and now I’m thinking it? I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Steve shoved the poppers under my nose again “It’s time you tasted my cock Dan. It’s been in you already, so nice to complete the circle". I started to play with my own cock, now harder than ever. Glen brushed my hand aside and began to lick my cockhead. The connection was beginning to overwhelm my senses. No wonder they called it a brotherhood. Being like this was something far closer and more erotic than just lovers. Glen was muttering encouragement to me as I sucked him off. “Oh mate. You’re doing very well. I think we should take this elsewhere. What do you think Steve?” Steve removed his mouth from my cock “Fuck yes, maybe see if the sling is free” “Good idea. It usually isn’t free but we can get Dan to the front of the queue. What’s the point of running a night like this if we don’t get first dibs? The others will understand the need to fast track Dan. Maybe one or two of them can pitch in with the next round of recruitment” "There’s another round? What the fuck is this? I saw the sling area earlier and there were a handful of guys hanging around it, all taking it in turns on some poor guy they’d ballgagged. There was no way I was going to get involved in…" “Sniff, Dan. You’re going to love it… eventually.” Oh man.

I struggled as those words sank into my head: ‘Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro’ – fucking hell. I need to get out of here now. However I’ve been sucking on a poz cock, and there’s another one targeting my hole. “That’s right bro. Let us in” Glen said as his precum started to drip over my hole and started to make his way in. Fuck it hurt, but a good hurt. Everything screaming at me to wake up out of this nightmare. These two toxic men have me pinned down, with no escape. “What’s your name, pig? Good to know which new members to keep an eye on” “Huh? Um, yeah, it’s Dan” “Hey Dan, hot body you have there. We rarely see guys your age – I’m thinking 40? - still neg here, so you have to understand our excitement.” “Yeah but… I don’t want to join. I just want to go home. Please… let me go and I’ll leave you to it” “Too late bro. You’ve got toxic precum in your mouth and around your pighole now, and those poppers are helping us to see what your prospects are and what you REALLY want” “Seriously, don’t do this. I don’t want to become a poz…” It was then when Glen rammed his cock further into me at the same time as Steve shoved his cock into my throat. The pain of gagging subsided as I got used to my plight. I’m being spit-roasted by two toxic fuckers and somehow calming down into their strokes and rhythm against my best wishes. I could hear Glen and Steve muttering encouragement to each other “Yeah, that’s the stuff. He’s adapting nicely”, “That’s right lad, accept your fate. Let these daddies incubate you and start you off right”. My mind was slowing down. The feelings of fear and panic put on the backburner, as I was reveling in my new glimpses of pigginess. Betraying my sensible side and belonging right in the moment. For the next few minutes I was part of a scene I’d longed for but always felt I’d know when to get out of it. My energy, my whole being basically acting as a life support to a cock. Hey… this isn’t quite as terrifying as I feared. Then I was jolted out of it as Steve roared and blew his load in my hole. My addled mind wondering why come I denied myself that cum, that hole usage all this time? A sense of calm flowed across me. Enlightenment. “Oh Steve, I think you’ve hooked him now” Glen then pulled out of my mouth and replaced Steve at my hole, and then set about adding his blend to the mix. “Two unmedicated poz loads. I bet you didn’t expect your evening to end up quite so exciting, hey Dan? You’re going to become one of us mate, and I can tell that you’re starting to come around to the idea.” Dear God help me.

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

I'm a loser right and I've love to hang around with cocky alpha males. I was on a night out with Jake, slim, twinky, shredded body with amazing abs and blonde hair. We're both 24. We were at the club when he spied this beefy muscular bear. I know how it goes - this is the point where I get dropped. The bear came over and was like "I'm Darren, want a drink". They danced for a bit and I sat at the bar and had a few drinks - as ever noone noticed me. Maybe it is because I am super skinny. At the end of the night Jake came over, I was surprised as normally when he pulls he just leaves . He said "Darren thinks I could cuck you, make you watch as we fuck - up for it". I knew it wouldn't help my self esteem but it made my dick hard and I was drunk so said "yeh, sounds hot". We got a taxi back to Darren's and Jake sucked him off for a bit. Eventually Darren said "time to breed you with my toxic cock". At this point I noticed his rock hard cock was like a beer can - so long and thick. My cock got rock solid but Jake was not as keen. "Hold off - your toxic - you never mentioned that". Darren said "you never asked and besides most twinks like you don't care". Jake replied "well I'm not most twinks - I am staying clean and I ALWAYS use condoms". Darren said "well one of you is taking me raw tonight and I don't care which but Jake - you wanted fucked and you're gonna get it - anyway you're cock is solid, you want it". Darren handed us both poppers each and we sniffed greedily. "Tell me you don't want fucked". Jake was silent. Darren turned to me and said "you've always wanted Jake". I nodded my head. "How bad". I said I'd do anything. At this Darren threw me a condom and I put it on confused. He turned to Jake saying "how about we let this sub lad be your human condom - I wanna wreck him"....

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.

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.

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

I have always degraded the bottoms I use. They are not men nor women to me, just holes to receive my cock and cum. Not particularly great stuff, so...........yeah. Degradation, humiliation are all good.

This is so true! Since I am cruising I love to take dick trough a gloryhole, in a darkroom and blindfolded... the thrill of knowing a faceles dick bred you... Sometimes I had guys come up to me and tell me they used my hole and tell me I'm a slut.. It completes my life! I love the same when I top! Anonymus and dirty 😈

The weekend that my stepdad decided to give me the talk about the birds and the bees was ironically right after he caught me looking at gay porn on the computer. As we were talking I told him that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, that I hook up with random guys regularly, suck their dicks and let them fuck me. As I was going into details I saw that he was getting hard, I closed my bedroom door, got on my knees and began pulling his cock out and told him no one will know. He didn’t even attempt to stop me, I let him blow his load in my mouth and after lunch when my mom went out shopping he fucked me.

Can’t wait to take as many loads here as I can - will be even more slutty now

I has 11 loads in me in one night at the Baths 😀😈

Great topic... I was 38 and travel in Germany met expat couple that invited me out for drinks next thing I knew I was at a sauna getting DPd by them with and audience that then took over. Woke to two guys doing me in a cubicle and then met a guy that was hot for my wrecked ass and we went and slept it off at my hotel with him buried deep in me.... woke after 5pm and decided to go back to the sauna to “workout the kinks” but met another Russian guy that saw me the night before and he was down to share favors and introduced me to several of his buddies... walked around that night relatively sober but dripping cum from everywhere loving it...

Interesting... At 58 I'm actually pretty satisfied with the way things turned out... HIV+ for over 35 years, but knowing I'm still here and enjoying life, don't think I'd change that weird as that may sound to some - I would never have had as much fun as I have. Wouldn't warn myself away from my first partner who died back in '88 when I was 25 because despite the pain and loss the experience made me a much stronger person and he was a gorgeous and sweet - if troubled - man who I'd have missed knowing. Changing that would change who I am now... I suppose I'd go back to my early teens and tell myself not to worry, in a few years people will find you attractive - and you'll still be modeling both clothed and naked well into your 40s when many of the guys around you who make you feel small and boring and unattractive will have peaked in their Teens and let themselves go to seed... I might stop by my 30s and say, oh the hell with it - you've already done gay mags and books, go ahead and do the videos you've been asked to do, your Broadway career never gets to be so big that it would hurt you... And probably go back to remind myself to tell my buddies, co-workers, lovers, sex partners, gym friends and all the rest of the guys who DIDN'T make it out of the '80s and '90s before the drug cocktails turned the epidemic around - go back and remind myself to tell them even more than I may have how important they were to me, and that they were loved, no matter what...

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

I lost count of the loads I took in the next couple of hours. Poppered up and hazy, I seem to adapt into this new existence as a raw pig. Although the crowd were thinning out, I called out to see if anyone was around, as I was still strapped into the sling. We’ve all had our fun, I thought, as I debated phoning in sick the next morning, or how many hours time it would be. Then I could make out movement from the corner of my eye as a shadow appeared at the door. “Oh hey, could you untie me please? Everyone seems to have fucked off home” Out of the shadows came the receptionist. All six foot of him, with a muscular swimmer’s build, but this time naked bar a clear yellow rubber jock with a black biohazard symbol on the front which contained what looked like a heavy ring at the end of his cock. “Yeah mate, I will do eventually. Once I’ve bred that hole first.” It seemed, well, a reasonable request for freedom at this point. I’m sure something inside of me had been unlocked this evening, and the sight of him had my cock stirring to attention. “It’s Dan, right? Glen and Steve told me you finally had a vacancy, and so I thought I’d have a go” Fuck, he did look beautiful. Standing there in that jock, talking to me like I was a piece of meat. I found myself wanting to taste that biohazard symbol with my tongue, slowly making out the shape of it, as if to write it into my mind. “uh, sure, well go ahead. I guess one last random fuck won’t do me any harm”. Compared to the harm that’s already been committed to me, I weighed up this screwed sense of new principles. “The name’s Mike incidentally and I don’t think you quite understand mate. Usually I’ll turn away most horny drunks that rock up to the sauna in need of a late night snack, but I let you in. I took a shine to you.” Suddenly I felt a little scared. As scared as anyone who was strapped into a sling in a sauna complex where they’d been bred by numerous strangers. “I only gift men who deserve it. Those with… potential.” Everything about this evening had gone from weird to completely fucked up. “Potential?” I asked, worried. “Oh yeah. I’ve been looking for a bugson for a while now, and having watched you adapt to being a raw whore has been very interesting. Seeing as you’re still there, boy, let this bugdaddy mark you as his.” My cock hardened further. What was I hearing? It sounded twisted, wrong and… horny as fuck. “I see you like that boy, now tell bugdaddy to incubate you and claim you as his son” Oh, what the hell. “Please, bugdaddy. Claim this boy as yours. Please…”

This is my first ever attempt at fiction, so please be kind, guys! Chapter One: Monday, part one. It started like any other Monday shift in a sauna. Quiet. We had three or four regulars milling about the place but that was about it. Boredom had struck. I grabbed the phone out of its cradle and slipped it into my pocket knowing it would only ring should a customer turn up. I closed the staff only door behind me and headed upstairs. It was time to do the rounds... SIGH! Oh, how rude of me! My name is Alex and I'm 23, short dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and I would say I am what probably gets categorized on dating apps as 'average' body build. My cock is nothing special, about seven inches, fairly thick and uncut. Anyway I reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the first door on the right. The grunts and moans of the porn playing echoed through the empty upstairs but there was no one in sight. I carried on and, in turning the corner, I walked straight into Rob knocking him backwards. His towel dropped and my face reddened. "I am so sorry Rob! I was just doing my rounds!" I stumbled over my words embarrassed that I'd made him drop his towel. "Don't sweat it, kid," came his husky reply, "pass me it back would you." I had known for some time that Rob had a thing for me but was never sure he was my type. Rob was about 40, a chubby hairy bear of a man. Now I should probably explain I am a slut and, as a slut, I either go without underwear or (at most) wear a jock to work in the hope that when my shift is done I can get a little action. Today, however, Rob had a different idea. Turning my back to him, I bent over to grab his fallen towel, and in so doing my loose shorts slowly slipped over my cheeks, the cool air alerting me to the fact my ass was now on show. Before, however, I could even reach around to pull the shorts back around my waist, I felt the soft nuzzle of Rob's warm cock head rub down my crack. "Rob, behave man!" I exclaimed. Rob, however, wasn't listening. In one thrust he was balls-deep bare in my ass. My lips parted and a single whimpering moan of pleasure was all that slipped out. To Be Continued.

This morning I woke up to feel my boy Drew’s hands gripping my cock. He was stroking my shaft and massaging my balls. Fuck it felt good. I slowly opened my eyes and Drew said “morning Daddy” He looked so fukkin cute - he kissed me deep and said “Happy birthday Daddy you can have anything you want” I said I want you to eat my ass for at least 30 minutes, then I’m gunna fuck you then pull out, put the open mouth gag on you, lay you on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed then I’m gunna fuck your throat hard, slamming my balls on your chin and pump my seed down your throat. He came through for me like a champ. He’s not too keen on rimming me when I’m sweaty or ass to mouth. When I was done he gave me a long massage. Great birthday.

I wish he was my boss!

I so agree. My favourites were Christian, dan fisk, austin shadow and ian jay. There were others of course that were very very hotbut none with So much passion and enjoyment, so much filth. (I agree brad McGuire was over rated). Hope those four are happy and still humping joyfully. I wish them well if they're reading this .

Aww I’m sorry, seriously, nobody likes plans falling through. But don’t worry: that just means it wasn’t meant to be. As others have already noted: it is a magical experience and you will enjoy every second. A couple quick important things, though: make sure to keep that cock as deep in your ass as possible while he is cumming inside you AND for the following few minutes if possible...even better if he continues fucking it deeper longer after he cums. Second: this is your very first time so try to keep the cum up inside you as long as you physically can. FIGHT the overwhelming urge to try and poop in the hours after. It’s a false urge, it will pass. Keep the cum inside you. Sex will never be the same for you once you’ve held a man’s semen in your bowels for 24+ hours. He is part of you now. Anonymous or not, he is part of you. Good luck!

Piss isn't hardcore. It's good even outside of sex.

I love being a public urinal for strangers

That’s fucking hot dude. I’d love to fuck your sloppy pussy after 40 other men. I need to breed 3-4 times per day, so I need cumdumps who are ass up every day

Over 24 hours, I've been fucked by 43 different guys, all cum in my ass bareback. Love getting gangbanged, and do so frequently, though most are FAR smaller than that. When I've been topping the sloppiest ass I've fucked had 58 loads in it before me. Again, most cum-sloppy holes I've fucked had been nowhere near as sloppy as that!

We don’t need warning. In our cunt, down our throat, or in our eyes we should be happy that it’s happening at all

Amazing series. Thank you! I'm eager to see the final chapters.

Sunday night I hooked up with an anon cum dump who was taking all summers at a motel. He had a big hairy ass so just what I needed. When I got to his room there were 2 men there before me. One was fucking him and the other naked and hard, masturbating and waiting his turn. The man fucking him was grunting like a bull, telling the cum dump to beg for his load - which he did - then the top pumped his seed inside him. He pulled out and the dude in front of me mounted him and started to fuck him. I was fukkin solid and stroking my cock watching him fuck. He too shot his load and pulled out, turned to me and saw "enjoy my load - he's got ton of sperm in him. I shoved my cock in his hole and, fuck, he was full of seed. As I fucked, the other dude's sperm leaked out over my balls then I shot my load in to him - I was the 7th man to breed him that night.

Part 7 - The Silver Cock Ring Mike walked towards the kitchen carrying his pride and joy, the one sex toy that he had commissioned for himself and the most expensive. Wearing a yellow and black jockstrap and 15 hole boots with yellow laces he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror and smirked to himself, he was looking forward to meeting this guy tonight, for some reason he seemed a little out there and not the usual guys you found on the hook up app. In his hand a solid silver half inch width cock ring, his fingers ran over the smooth shiny metal as he wandered in to the kitchen and reached under the sink grabbing the silver polish. Sitting down he dabbed some polish on to a cloth then carefully and with meticulous detail he began polishing it. It was his one weird ritual before a meet and he loved how it shone reflecting any light when it moved quickly from his rapid thrusting. He had a feeling the dark haired cutie was a little naïve and make a simply perfect target for him to poz up. Since changing his profile to read versatile he had more luck collecting an array of guys who were clean cut and very unsuspecting. He picked up a clean cloth and began buffing it looking at the clock on the wall that was inching ever closer towards 8pm. Satisfied with how it looked he cleaned up and walked back to the bedroom, his cock was already getting semi hard knowing he was about to put it on. Trying to think of anything else he had to be quick to put his cock ring on when he was in a flaccid state, he literally only had seconds to do it before his cock would spring up and then make it painfully difficult due to his large hanging balls and hefty shaft. Checking his phone again and looking up at the small modern building that housed 6 flats, Sampson walked over to the pad of ringers and pressed the button for 2C and waited. Mike just managed to slip the cock ring on and now struggled to put his hard cock back in his jockstrap stumbling towards the door and the phone on the wall. Suddenly the intercom clicked and a deep voice asking who it was, Sampson replied with this name and the door buzzed unlocking the catch, he pushed the door open and walked up the stairs to the second floor and quickly found the flat. About to reach up and knock the door opened and Mike stood there in his jockstrap, black boots and yellow polo shirt, Sampson slightly taken back by how sexy the guy looked in real life. A kind attractive face that belied an aggressive sexual monster underneath. Invited in Sampson walked through the door and strangely he felt for the first time he was in this mans world, one that he controlled. It wasn't a nervous feeling but one that put Sampson on edge and to regard Mike with careful appreciation. He eyes drawn to the oversized pouch of the jockstrap that looked like it was about to burst, the thighs were solid and covered in a fine layer of hair. But it was the boots he wore that gave Sampson a very kinky feeling and not realising it his own cock was hard and clear to see by Mike who had indeed noticed. His hand grabbed Sampson's cock and balls through his jeans yanking him forward and catching him by surprise. Mike firmly held on to Sampson's cock and balls and immediately thrusted his tongue in to Sampson's mouth, the tongue lashing around in his mouth, their lips locked together painfully hard. His usual urge to push kissers off seemed to melt away allowing Mike to have his own way passing pass saliva into his mouth. Sampson's hand moved over the jockstrap and his eyes opened wide, an erotic moan rose from his stomach the more his hand felt the incredibly stiff package contained in the jockstrap. Mike's free arm circled around Sampson's neck and using his hand to hold Sampson's head in place he was able to keep him locked in their kiss, there was no sign of Mike wanting to end this anytime soon. From the corner of Sampson's mouth a tiny trickle of Mike's saliva ran down his chin, slowly tracking its way under the chin and down his neck. Sampson gulped several times in an effort to clear his mouth of Mike's saliva. Suddenly the hand freed its grasp on his cock and balls quickly moving around to his arse that pushed him forward so he was up close, their cocks rubbing against each others under the fabric. A tranquil passive state slowly took over Sampson leaving him with a feeling of total abandonment in his body, a feeling that allowed Mike to take control and guide like scripted play the course of their evening. Sampson eased his neck back guided by Mike's hand, his tongue tracing upwards along the trickle of saliva, an array on indescribable sensations fizzled in his body as the tongue traced around his chin depositing the gathered saliva back in to Sampson's mouth. Eagerly he gulped it down like it was part of a mating ceremony and strangely he wanted nothing more than to please his mating partner. Mike leaned back and smirked in a devilish way sensing Sampson was already buckling in subservience to him, his gaze though was fixed on the emerald green eyes looking back at him, so unusual yet fitting the young man standing before him. Their heads glided towards each other again with parted lips and effortlessly Sampson accepted Mike's invading tongue again. A feeling of passion erupted between them, both making tiny noises devouring one another until Sampson felt his body leave the ground, his legs clamping around Mike's waist and arms around his neck for support, he was carried away from the entrance hall and straight to the bedroom. Neither one unable to free themselves from the kiss that had so passionately taken them over. Shedding clothes and briefly parting from their kiss to remove their tops before locking their mouths together again, his body turning through the expert guidance of Mike's hands. The small kisses landing with accuracy and purpose on his neck enticing him to kneel on all fours on the bed. Sampson could feel the soft skin of Mike's chest and stomach laying across his back, the small kisses gradually slipping lower and lower covering every inch of Sampson's back. Every kiss bringing a tiny noticeable response in Sampson with his body reacting to the different sensation the lower they travelled. A small rasping gasp escaped Sampson's mouth feeling the tongue slide between his arse cheeks then purposefully swirling at his hole. The evening was not going as Sampson had planned or wanted yet he couldn't fight the seductive power and magnetism oozing from Mike, rendered powerless to stop or want it to stop. His body hunched up at the tongue striking at his hole again, his arms wobbled nervously from the strength oh holding his body up. Gasping again he dared to look back and see Mike's eyes that appeared to be smiling at him. The slurping of Mike's tongue against the saliva that was generously flowing from his mouth moistening the hole and priming it for his cock. Sampson sensed the cool air hitting the warm saliva around his hole, the kisses roamed away from his arse and along his back and neck, in the sweetest of dominant tones Mike whispered in Sampson's ear 'I am going to fuck you good' then taking a nip at the earlobe causing Sampson to raise his head and nod feebly and willingly. He was already aware of the shaft rubbing against his hole then the contour of the head made him starkly aware to brace himself, Sampson was under no misconception that his man was probably going in balls deep in one movement. Again the shaft rubbed up along his hole only this time he felt the stubble from where Mike shaved his pubes and balls, Sampson moaned softly feeling those hefty balls touching his skin then the movement the head of his cock slipping down until it found the lips of Sampson's hole. Gentle coercive pressure slowly prising them apart and sublimely surrounding the head in a welcoming gesture, he gasped through a sharp breath lowering his head. The initial thought of a ram raiding was gone, instead a more powerful slightly painful penetration was taking place, almost teasing making Sampson try to push back. Mike's hands held Sampson's hips firmly stopping him from greedily taking the cock. Mike glanced down at the scene, the head of his cock was halfway inside this sexy guys hole, his hand moved and snapped quickly against Sampson's arse cheek in a loud slap telling him off for being greedy. Sampson glanced over his shoulder and Mike looked up at him licking his lips then moving his hips forward slightly, the gesture enough to make Sampson gasp and moan. Mike looked down and watched himself easing the head all the way in, the lips surrounding the hole looking like they were puckering up when he pulled a little way out before pushing in again. Sampson hunched his back, arms trembling from a desire that surfaced out of nowhere and driving him further into this passive state. Mike watched the shaft of his cock pushing past any resistance the deeper he got inside. His arousal born out of watching his cock disappearing inside this guys arse made his cock swell and harden even more. With an inch left to go he gripped hold of Sampson's hips tightly and pulled them back forcing Sampson in to a deep self penetration, his arms giving way he collapsed on the bed and a loud wailing moan filled the room. Mike groaned and sighed slapping Sampson's arse cheek harder leaving a red mark and roughly pulling him back up on all fours. Slowly Mike pushed his hips up deeper until the moaning started to abate, with a gently flow he began to fuck Sampson. Raising his head and unsure what was going through his mind he knew one thing, how incredible he felt right now. It was a feeling he had experienced once before and his mind instantly flashed back to the guy in Lyndhurst. The sensation of Mike's balls tapping away at his arse was amazing and only added to his desire to fuck with this guy. Lowering himself on to his elbows carefully not to disturb Mike's momentum, he moved his other hand underneath and touched the hefty balls. Mike jolted his cock in harder and moaned softly 'Fuck yes!' he mumbled, Sampson's hand move and cupped holding the balls firmly which in turn drove Mike to fuck him deeper. The tingling appearing out of nowhere and unable to stop himself Mike threw several rapid hard thrusts, Sampson moaned with each breath he took. Mike's hands tightened their hold on Sampson's waist pulling him back as he thrusted forward with all his power, his cock exploding in several pulsating throbs jettisoning his cum deep in to Sampson. His eyes opened wider in bewilderment and his hand moved away from Mike's balls brushing his own cock in the process triggering him to orgasm. His balls releasing their load and his orgasm pushing him back harder against Mike's cock that was still pulsing away inside his arse. Mike rolled his head back savouring his orgasm with his eyes half closed, satisfied that his own sexual power had driven his bottom to orgasm. His hands remained firmly clasped on Sampson's waist preventing him from slipping off his cock. Sampson panted heavily stretching his arms out in front, his arse hurting from the deep fucking it just received, his movement allowed Mike to push Sampson down on the bed flat and giving several hard jolts of his cock to reinforce Sampson's position as his bottom bitch for the night. Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson on the neck lightly, slowly he ground his cock finding it was still fully erect and he initiated another fucking. His hands pushed down on Sampson's shoulders keeping him pinned to bed. Sampson's hands gripped the duvet under him 'Oh fuck" he mumbled unsure if he could take it again, but his urge overtook and he moaned 'Fuck me!' he pleaded. Mike was going to anyway weather Sampson wanted it or not, only this time it was going to be a much slower and longer fuck. The steady rhythm of his movements allowed a more leisurely pace, every so often Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson's neck before raising himself up again and continuing. Sampson could feel that Mike was deep in his arse from the cool metal of the cock ring rubbing against his hole. The hypnotic rhythm of Mike's hips against his arse seemed to numb any pain he had felt. There was no telling how long Mike had been inside casually pleasuring himself with Sampson's arse until he groaned deep in his chest, pressing his hips down harder to deliver a second load deep into Sampson. Leaning forward Mike came to rest on Sampson's back seeking his mouth he kissed him then smiled. Mike looked in his eyes with a mischievous glint "I hope your poz!" he said kissing Sampson's ear. Sampson looked at him "Poz?" he questioned not really sure what that meant. Mike rubbed his lips against Sampson's ear "I will take care of that then!" he said softly. Sampson looked on confused at the excited and satisfied expression on Mike's face. Slowly Mike lifted up and began to carefully extract his cock from the tight confines of Sampson's arse. Letting the head plop out he pulled the cheeks of Sampson's arse apart to watch the hole shrinking back. The temptation to dive in again was irresistible but he needed to let his balls rest and brew another batch of his toxic seed. Running a finger against the hole it was pretty dry, not a drop of his seed was evident and that pleased Mike even more as he looked at the greedy hole that devoured his seed. He leaned forward and kissed Sampson. "Not done with you yet" Mike said smirking at him, "Few more loads to knock you up" he said. Sampson rolled on to his back "Not sure I can take any more" he exclaimed almost tapping out. Mike ran his hand across Sampson's face and slapped him "You have no choice, you are mine now". Mike shuffled on his knees moving towards Sampson's face "Open!" he demanded, "Clean me up!". Sampson hesitated a moment until Mike's hand pulled his head forward and he opened his mouth taking Mike's cock, his taste buds immediately assaulted with strange salty and an indescribable slightly metallic taste that almost made him gag at first. It was so unusual to be in this position Sampson thought, weirdly Mike had aroused a sexual state in him that he had never considered or experienced before. There was something about Mike that made Sampson go weak in his presence, it was like he was a superior being and he wanted this god like man to value and appreciate him. True to his word Mike finished delivering a fifth load to a now struggling Sampson who knew he had reached the end of what he was capable of handling, his arse was sore and partly gaping open. With Mike lying on his back he fingered and toyed with Sampson's hole for a moment before looking at him and nodding towards his cock, even now it was still in a semi hard state. Sampson knew what he meant and reluctantly he moved his body until his face was level with the beautifully crafted cock, he also knew not to use his hands after being told off and instead opening his mouth he used his lips and tongue to guide the now familiar tasting cock in to his mouth. Mike sighed loudly "You are a good pup" he said stroking Sampson head. Sampson glanced up and nodded. "I thought you would be difficult to train" Mike said approvingly. Mike pushed Sampson's head further down his shaft "But no, you quickly learnt it is about me" he said. Mike grabbed Sampson by the neck guiding him back up the bed until he had the guy in his arms and his tongue back in Sampson's mouth. Just as quickly as Sampson had been taken in he realised that Mike was finished with him for the night. The embarrassing part being Mike refusing to let Sampson use the bathroom telling him he had to walk home filled with his seed. Mike stood up next to the bed smirking at a defeated looking Sampson whilst he wrestled the solid silver cock ring over his balls one by one then down the semi hard shaft. Sampson watched diligently whilst dressing, Mike grabbed a cloth from the draw by his bed and meticulously cleaned the cock ring before placing it in a small box and in to the draw. Sampson needed it and bided his time dressing slowly, when Mike walked out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom across the hall Sampson rolled over on the bed opening the draw and grabbing the box. Opening it he took the cock ring feeling the weight and smoothness of the metal, closing the box he replaced it in the draw and rolled back over the bed placing it in his pocket. His heart was beating hard in his chest having heard movement, he was sure that Mike was non the wiser when he returned to the bedroom. Without a word Mike closed the door and walked over to the bedside cabinet opening the draw, he pulled the box out and placed on the bed next to Sampson and stood there looking down at him. "I would put it back if I was you" Mike said very calmly but his tone was edged with anger. Sampson felt his face flush and burn knowing he was busted "I'm sorry" he quietly replied. Sampson retrieved the cock ring from his pocket. "Why would you steel from me?" Mike asked watching him. He shrugged placing it back in the box and handing it to Mike "Don't know, souvenir I guess" he said quietly. Mike smirked placing the box in the draw "You will get a life long souvenir" he cryptically replied. Sampson stood "Sorry" he said, "I should go you don't want me...". Mike kissed him before he could finish "We will continue this" he said staring in the green eyes. Sampson played along "Yeah, it would be nice and maybe I can fuck you" he suggested. Mike chuckled "Nah, I like breeding your arse" he said smirking, "I want to get you knocked up". Sampson shrugged "Sure" he replied being firmly escorted to the door and unsure what his words meant. Mike closed the door and chuckled walking back to the bedroom "He has no idea" he said to himself loudly. Sampson exited the block of flats and relief strewn across his face he breathed hard at his close encounter, this was one lucky escape he thought to himself. He knew the risk and how this could have gone drastically wrong if Mike hadn't been so level headed, the guy could have easily beaten the crap out of him. Sampson got in to his 4x4 that he had parked round the corner, exhausted and aching and right now he needed his bed, on the drive back to the commune he recounted the new phrases he heard Mike saying, knocked up, breeding and poz, the last one was very new to him and could only conclude that it was slang for men fucking each other. By the time he arrived back at the commune his underwear was stuck to his arse with a gloopy sticky mess that had seeped through his jeans and left a wet patch on the leather seat, he quickly cleaned the seat with a rag he always kept on the passenger seat. Showering before he retired to bed he had one last thing to do and quietly rubbed his cock until it was hard thinking of Mike when he fucked him from behind wearing those boots. Mike undressed and laid in bed picking his phone up and opening it to the PinMyFriend app he watched the moving dot smiling to himself. During their evening of sex Sampson has dozed between getting fucked and Mike had gone in to Sampson's unlocked phone and located the default app PinMyFriend and added his email address and accepted the request on his own phone. It now meant that he could find Sampson whenever he wanted a booty call and continue his quest of knocking up the sexy green eyed boy.

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

I hope he gets more poz loads at the bathhouse than just that one! Very hot turn of events though

I love being used and degraded by men. specially by guys who I know actually think of me as trash or just some dirty, disgusting whore that does disgusting things and lets men do disgusting things to me. half the point in fucking trashy faggots like me is degrading us any way guys want to. a guy recently said he didn't realize anyone was actually willing to be degraded the way I am for free.

I wanna get a cheap motel room in a city like Chicago or Vegas, and arrange an all holes open no cock refused gang bang, do a slam and booty bump make sure the door is cracked open and get used by as many men as possible, after an hour G myself out, who knows what Ill wake up too, hopefully getting fucked

i love that anything can be discussed in this community. Evolutionists theorize that attraction to youth and beauty is about survival, reproduction. Not really a factor when it comes to sex between guys. Do gay guys still have those instincts? i ran a marketing business for many years. It's common knowledge among sales people that buyers buy based on emotion, not reason. i think sex is probably similar. We can think and reason this out, but ultimately or choices about who to have sex with are not based on logic or reason, but complex emotions that we may not even be aware of, let alone understand. That's why i think discussions like this are fantastic and one of the reasons i love the BZ community. For me, sex is better when i it goes beyond the physical. Sex for me is about connecting with another guy. Penetration, insemination, even 'impregnation,' can be so much more than a physical act, it can be mental and emotional. It can be a deep experience of discovery of self and another, of connection and bonding. i think this discussion can be, in part, about not limiting our opportunities of experience due to bias, be they culturally condoned or otherwise.

Great writing. So fucking hot...and I love how the mystery is building...

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

Amazing, favourite story. And when I think it is as good as it gets, the writer takes it to the next level. Can't wait for more!

I wanna fucking fill some of your slut holes with cum and piss.

When I was in my late 20’s / early 30’s I’d spend my summers posting adds on CL for an ANON CUM DUMP taking loads. I’d tell them I was in my back yard lying ass up on a chaise longe. The side gate would be unlocked and they could enter the backyard from the street. I was living in Central Phoenix at the time and never any shortage of dick. I’d do this a few hours in the morning , Take a break, Start again in the afternoon and finish up late evening. One day I must have had 12-15 guys answer that add. That was probably 15-20 years ago or so and definitely couldn’t do that now. I’m thinking that may have been the same summer I was a service technician for a local pool builder. I was also the service dispatcher and I’d ride all ovef the valley in that van and if someone needed to pound some ass and was enroute to a customer I’d stop and service them too. Fuck that was fun. Would love to be able to relive that all ovef again.,

Chapter One: Monday part three. I felt Robs breath on my ear. "Knew you was a dirty slag." Before I could even move he'd pulled his softening cock from my hole and vanished downstairs. I was fucking horny now and there is nothing worse than sauna work when you are horny. Trust me. I stood back up and pulled my shorts up, squeezing my hole tight. I wasn't going to lose the tip Rob had just left. As much as he isn't my type.... Cum is cum and my inner whore was whispering sweet nothings to me. This would happen on Monday. Our quiet day. I made my way back downstairs. 4 hours of shift left. I got to the reception counter and saw it. A note held down by Robs locker key. My first thought? Honestly? 'there goes my shot at a round 2 today.' As I said my inner whore was whispering. I opened the note wondering what it could possible say...... "Thanks for the release slut, if you need more follow the guy in the blue hoodie on the street corner after you've locked up tonight. He knows where to take you." Fuck what the hell should I do? Follow the stranger or just go home? My cock and hole screamed to just follow him but my head was screaming to go home! I had four hours to decide.... ---------------------------------- The next part concludes chapter one: Monday. I know this part is a little sex lite and not very exciting but hopefully it'll be worth it. Let me know if you guys want more chapters and parts.

Chapter One: Monday Part Two. I didn't dare move. His balls resting on my ass. "Let's play a game shall we?" Rob rocked back and forth slightly. I wouldn't call it fucking me but it definitely teasing. "You have to answer my questions honestly and truthfully. Any lies or wrong answers and I thrust. How does that sound? Oh and I should warn you i cum very quickly. If I cum you lose. If I get all the answers I want with my load still in my balls I lose." Still barely able to make a sound other than I whimper of pleasure I nodded my accent to play his game. "Question one: do you always wear a jock like a little whore?" "Yyy-yes" I finally managed to get the word out. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Robs throbbing cock pulled almost completely out of me, just the very tip remained and he slammed balls deep again as hard as he could. I gasped and spluttered out sounds that were meant to be asking why he had just thrust. "I know you sometimes don't wear underwear. I'm regular enough round here to notice that you dumb slut," he answered my unspoken question. "Question two: this is for two thrusts. I know you like poppers I've seen the bottles you carry in your coat... So would you like some of my lovely strong ones?" He asked as he clicked the cap of the bottle with his fingers. I shook my head, no. Two more hard thrusts. This was unbearable it was like he was in my head not just my ass. I got the next few questions wrong as well. At this rate I was going to lose the game. "Question 5: where do you want me to cum?" By this point I was a horny mess in need of a proper fuck but still he teased me. "I don't want you to cum, not yet" I replied. "Wrong answer." I reached out and braced myself on the wall as he pounded my ass with five hard thrusts. Each one seemingly harder and deeper than the last. On that last thrust I felt his cum spurting deep in me. "You lose this round you dirty little slut." My cock strained against my jock and horny beast I struggled to keep chained up was free. To be continued....