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I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

Chapter 10 - The Guest of Honor As Adam walked away, Brian went over and grabbed his clothes. He put his sneakers back on; the concrete patio was hot from the sun and he didn’t bring anything else to put on his feet. Everything else he balled up and set on a lawn chair by the pool, unsure what else to do with it. Walking around outside in just his Asics was a trippy experience for him. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his entire body, and he realized he wasn’t sure he’d ever been totally naked outside before. He was also aware of all of the eyes on him. The guys didn’t rush up and form a line. Many were eating, drinking, chatting. But almost all were watching. Brian wondered if this was going to be just a constant fuck fest, but to his relief it wasn’t. He was intent on having fun, a lot of fun, but he wasn’t sure he could take every single guy one after another. Jasper noticed Brian looking around like a deer at a rock concert, unsure what to do next. “Bri, come on over here man!” he waved the spatula and invited Brian back over to the grill area. As Brian got close, Jasper continued “That, my friend, was a good first showing. How do you feel?” “I’m not sure there are words for how I feel right now” Brian said contemplatively. “Ha, well, that makes sense. I hope you think sexy might be a contender though. That was a fucking hot show, but moreover, you are amazingly sexy Bri.” Brian blushed and nodded his head. He still wasn’t used to being thought of as sexy, not being a tanned football jock… “Here” Jasper tossed him a bottled water. “Drink up. Want a burger? Can’t have you passing out of an empty stomach while you’re playing.” He paused and looked up with a coy smile as if he just realized something “Well, maybe we could…. No no, this is a party, you should eat. And drink, there’s beer all over the place and a well stocked bar just inside. Raul is tending and he makes a mean Grasshopper if you want something sweet.” “Sure, thanks” Brian replied on auto-pilot, still getting his bearings. Jasper handed him a plastic plate with a cheeseburger on it, and nodded towards one of the tables. “Have a seat and enjoy.” It was blowing Brian’s mind that he was at a gay sex party, naked, cum still leaking out of his ass, holding a plate with a cheeseburger on it. This was definitely the weirdest day of his life. He sat down at the table with a couple other guys, thankful that the wrought iron chairs had padded seats. He was shy at first, listening as a couple of them talked about plans for visiting Washington DC for Leather Weekend. One guy, a late 30s redhead with a well-built and freckled body, quickly lost interest in that conversation and started chatting up the new twink at the table. “Oh hi, I’m Owen!” he said enthusiastically. “Can I just tell you how fucking young you look, and how fucking hot that is.” “Uh, thanks.” “Are you really 18? Not that I would…” “Watch it Owen…” another 30 something at the table cut him off before he could finish that sentence. This guy wasn’t quite as hot as Owen, and he was still wearing a tank top and jeans, as opposed to Owen’s green bathing suit and flip flops. “Yup, really 18” Brian replied. “A senior in high school, huh? How the hell did you wind up here?” the other guy asked. “Oh don’t be a fucking buzzkill George” Owen snapped. “He’s here because he’s a teenager, he’s horny, and he wants cock, obviously. Isn’t that right Brian?” “Yeah, um, Adam invited me, and… well I thought it was crazy at first. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and here I am.” Brian, George, and Owen chatted for a couple minutes while Brian finished his burger and Owen downed a beer. They talked about college, Boston, and Brian told him about his first encounter with Adam. Finally, Owen cut Brian off mid-sentence and asked “So, you ready for more cock boy?” Brian was a bit thrown by the sudden change of subject, but Owen leaned back and showed off the hard cock tenting his swimsuit. “Well, yeah, that’s why I’m here” Brian said with a smirk, starting to get used to being the guest of honor. Owen lifted his ass off the chair, quickly slid down his shorts, slumped back so his cock was standing up right at the edge, and said “hop on man.” Brian got up, rounded the table, and stood naked in front of Owen, whose green eyes lit up at the sight of Brian’s scrawny pale body in front of him. Unsure what to do now, Brian asked “Um, how do you want me?” “Turn around, and sit down on my cock.” Brian did as he was told, and turned around to see George smiling at the two of them with reluctant approval, and seeing several other guys turn their attention to him again for round two. He maneuvered back towards Owen and reached back, grabbing for Owen’s cock. As he found it in his hand, he guided his ass backwards and lined up his asshole the hard cockhead. This was a very new position for him, but he liked it. He was servicing a hot guy, and he was doing it completely of his own power. He slowly backed himself on to Owen’s cock. Owen was smaller that Adam by a couple inches, but it still felt great lowering himself on to a hard dick. He had to will himself to get Owen’s cock through his hole, as there was no one pushing into him this time. Once he got Owen’s cock inside him, he kept lowering himself down until his ass cheeks were firmly planted on Owen’s hips and he had taken his cock balls deep. Owen was holding Brian’s back as he paused for a second to adjust. Brian placed his hands on Owen’s knees and started picking himself up off the cock, and then slid right back down with a moan. “Fuck yeah boy, ride my cock. I can feel Adam’s cum in you you fucking slut, you 18 year old whore.” Owen thrusted his hips upward to meet Brian’s lowering ass, making him yelp. Brian kept picking himself up and lowering himself down as Owen continued hurling dirty talk at him. “Fucking faggot boy sliding on my hot cock. You love it you high school piece of shit. Take my man cock kid.” Compared to Adam, Owen didn’t last long. Brian had pulled himself almost all the way off, and getting egged on by Owen’s talk, slammed down on to his dick as hard as he could. He heard Owen shut up and groan as he bucked his hips up and released his load in Brian’s ass. After taking in Owen’s cum for a moment, Brian slid off Owen’s dick. Owen slapped his ass and said “thanks kid, that was hot. Enjoy that cum” before standing up and heading in to the house. Brian was again unsure what to do, but this time he didn’t have to wait long. An older guy, maybe 60, was laying down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He yelled over “Hey kid, come here.” Brian wandered over, still wearing just sneakers, swaying a bit as that strange position (and his second cock of the day) had left him kind of wobbly. As Brian walked up to the new guy, he swung his legs off the chaise lounge and beckoned Brian in close, and without saying anything else, grabbed Brian’s cock and took it in his mouth. Brian just stood there and received a nice blowjob from this guy whose name he didn’t even know. After a minute or so. he was fully hard. The guy let his dick out of his mouth and looked up at Brian. “So rude of those two to use your nice little hole but not even offer to get you off.” Brian hadn’t even really thought about it, but this guy was right. “Uh, yeah, I guess I haven’t cum yet.” “Jasper said your versatile?” “Yeah” “Good, then it’s time to get you off and empty your balls a bit.” He climbed back on to the lounge chair ass up and spread his cheeks, inviting Brian to enter. “Fuck me, young Brian”. His grabbed his hard, spit-covered dick and lined it up with the guy’s ass. The chair was higher than most lounges, so he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach, but sure enough, he slid his teenage dick into the old man’s warm ass. This guy was no Jake; he was far from a virgin. Brian’s cock slid in without too much trouble and found itself resting in a warm, comfortable hole. It felt different, not having to fight for each inch, but Brian liked it. It gripped his cock nicely and he easily bottomed out. He held his cock there for a moment before he heard the guy say “fuck me hard boy”. Brian accepted his invitation. He started pounding him as hard as he could, holding on to his hips for fear he would send him flying with a thrust. He was so zoned in on fucking this random guy that he didn’t notice how many partygoers were watching now. The sight of Brian’s young lean body taking control was getting the bottoms at the party all hot and bothered. Every muscle in his body was working hard in this position; his legs were straining as he stood up on his feet and bucked his hips hard, and his arms and chest were flexed as he held his prey in position. His body was beginning to glisten with sweat. The loud slapping noise punctuated an otherwise quiet moment at the party, accented by grunts from both the teenager and the old man. After a few minutes of hard pounding, Brian unleashed inside the man’s hole. He felt rope after rope of his cum flowing in to this guy’s ass as he finally exploded after getting fucked twice already. He kept thrusting his cock in deep in the guy’s ass until every last bit of cum had escaped his dick. Once he finished, the man simply fell back on to the lounge chair, laying on his stomach, and Brian heard him say “good job kid, thanks”. Standing there with a cum-soaked cock, Brian looked around and finally saw all his admirers watching, again. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, more wanted. He just wrecked the ass of some older man whose name he didn’t even know, at party full of gay men. He felt good. He walked over to a free lounge chair and laid down on his back, letting his naked skin soak in the sun while he caught his breath and giving his body a break after three intense fucking sessions. One tall skinny guy, probably in his early thirties, came over and cleaned off Brian’s cock with his mouth. Brian didn’t even say a word to him as he did, and soon enough he was taking Brian’s second load of the day down his throat. ******* It was getting later in the evening, and Brian was exhausted. By his count, he had been fucked 4 times, topped two guys, been blown by a couple more, and sucked off more than he could remember. He wondered how much cum he had inside him now, both in his ass and in his stomach. He had his ass eaten out once and had made out with several guys, some who he did more with, others who only wanted to kiss him and feel up his twink body. It hadn’t quite been a non-stop fuckfest for him; he had had time to walk around, take a dip in the pool, get a buzz off some delicious cocktails from the bar. It would have been quite a fun party even if he wasn’t naked and getting laid for most of it. As the sun started to set, he realized that he should probably get going home. He hadn’t told his parents he was going to be staying over anywhere, and if he stayed much longer they would be pissed that he didn’t update them on what he was up to. He went to find Jasper to let him know he was leaving, to thank him, and to figure out where they had put his clothes. Brian was sad he didn’t get to see Jasper naked, but he couldn’t complain after all the fun he had. He wandered in to the house and found Jasper coming down from upstairs. “Hey man, it’s getting late, I should be getting home. Do you know where my clothes went?” “So soon? Did we wear you out? You certainly did well out there today, you made a lot of guys very happy.” “Haha thanks. No it’s just that my parents will be expecting me.” “Right, I could almost forget you’re still in high school after watching you do what you did today. I put your clothes upstairs. Hold here one sec and I’ll show you up there.” Jasper walked off for a moment, but was back quickly and motioned for Brian to follow him up the stairs. “You know you are really a beautiful boy” he said as they reached the second floor landing. Brian chuckled “if you say so.” “You don’t think so?” “I’m just a skinny nerdy kid. Maybe if you could teach me how to put on some muscle and I could get a tan, then maybe.” “Kid, come on, you are one fucking hot twinky neg boy… well, for the moment.” With that, Jasper opened the door to one of the bedrooms and walked in. It was pretty dark in the room, the curtains were drawn, and Brian noticed that for some reason Jasper didn’t turn on the lights. Maybe the light coming in from the hallway was enough? Brian walked in expecting to find his clothes laid out on the bed, but instead he didn’t see anything. Then, all of a sudden, he felt Jasper leap on to him. He basically threw Brian up on to the bed and in a flash got on top of the boy so he couldn’t move. Brian figured Jasper wanted to fuck him quickly before he left, which he was totally fine with. “Jasper! I’ve gotta go but if you wanna do this quick I think I could take one more load.” Brian could barely see Jasper’s face, but he could make out what looked like an evil grin, and for some reason he didn’t respond and just held Brian still for a moment. “What?” Brian puzzled. Then he heard the door shut behind Jasper. Someone else had come in. Brian recognized the guy; he hadn’t talked to him at all yet at the party, but he had been staring at him all day. A muscled Italian guy whose name he didn’t know, he did see him chatting with Jasper alone a lot. The Italian walked up alongside the bed and grabbed Brian’s right arm, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, and that’s when Brian felt it. He felt the handcuff clasp closing around his wrist, and saw the Italian man fasten the other side to the wrought iron headboard. “What the fuck, hey guys come on I’ve got to go home!” Brian exclaimed as his playful tone started giving way to genuine concern. Then, Jasper hopped off of Brian to the other side of the bed from the Italian, all while keeping hold of Brian’s left arm. Brian started to struggle, but it was no use against Jasper’s powerful grip, and soon he saw a second pair of handcuffs get closed over his other wrist and attached again to the headboard. “What’s going on!?” Brian complained. “Should we do his feet too? I’ve got some rope” the Italian said with not an ounce of playfullness in his voice. “No,” Jasper replied, “he’s not going anywhere. Plus we have him face up so we’ll need good access to his ass. We can just hold down his legs if needed.” Then Brian saw the door open and a third guy walked in to the dark room. He flipped a dim table lamp on near the door, lighting up the room just enough for Brian to see what was going on. It was Adam. “Oh good, you got him” Adam said to Jasper and the Italian. Jasper moved around to the foot of the bed and grabbed Brian’s legs by the ankles. His legs were skinny enough that Jasper almost entirely wrapped one hand around each one and brought them together, holding Brian down in a totally vulnerable position. Brian looked up at him. Even though he had spent the day fucking around, his eyes were full of fear. This felt different. “Did you think there was any chance you were going to leave this house still HIV-negative Brian?” Jasper asked matter-of-factly? Brian didn’t say anything, but he could feel himself starting to shake as his nerves took hold. “I noticed you didn’t say a word about your status as you were fucking around all day. That’s fine. My guess is you think it’s hot, getting fucked by older men who might be poz, who might infect you, but you still think that you’ll probably leave here, go back to your boyfriend, and be totally fine. Well, kid, that’s not going to happen.” Jasper was right. Brian was playing a dangerous Russian roulette. He craved taking the poz cum because it was risky, but he hadn’t fully committed to chasing it. He acquiesced to being the guest of honor at the party and figured he’d roll the dice, but he had gotten away with it once and thought there was a decent chance he was going to get away with it again. Jasper slid down his shorts, and Brian could see a large biohazard tattoo crowning his cock and balls. He continued talking after Brian’s silence, malice intent now clear in his voice. “Adam told you he was going to make sure you got pozzed this time. And damnit, we’re going to make sure of it, just like when I pozzed him.” Brian started to struggle, attempting to use his still-free legs to get out of this mess, but Jasper was far too strong. He ended up just writhing around on the bed, his now sunburnt body straining against restraints that weren’t going to be escaped from, tears beginning to well his eyes. “Come on man, I’ve got to go home! My parents are going to kill me if I stay any longer!” Brian couldn’t deny that he knew the risks of coming here, so he just tried to get out of it with that excuse. But of course, Jasper was right. “Please don’t do this” Brian whimpered. “Why not?” Brian paused, unsure if there were any arguments that would get him out of this. Clearly his parents weren’t going to do the trick (although he was going to have to figured out what to tell them), and he gave up the right to say he didn’t want to get pozzed when he walked through the door. He could only think of one other thing. “My boyfriend.” “Umm… yeah?” Jasper replied mockingly. “I mean, if you are as big a slut as I think you are, you won’t tell him, and you’ll end up pozzing him too. And then I can add another convert to my collection.” “No!!” The Italian took hold of Brian’s right leg, and handed Jasper a toothbrush. Adam came over and took hold of the left. “Adam, please let me go.” Brian appealed to his first lover. Adam just laughed in his face. “Step one, let’s fuck up your little teenage boy pussy. Make sure we have easy access to that blood stream” Jasper said, as without warning he slid toothbrush into Brian’s ass and began working it around the inside of his still cum-filled hole. Brian cried in agony as he felt the bristles tearing up his already tender asshole. “Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?” “Because you want it boy!” Jasper barked back angrily. “And it’s young, preppy twink boys like you that are just such fun to infect and destroy.” He was beginning to sound downright sadistic. Adam was stone-faced, and the Italian looked a bit crazy. Jasper pulled out the toothbrush and climbed up on to his knees on the bed. He leaned up over Brian to show him the now-red bristles. “Look at that Brian, that’s your blood. Your ass is ready.” “Step two, ” he said as he moved back from on top of Brian, picked up his ass, and took his legs from the other two, moving them up on to his shoulders, “a fuck from a very toxic cock. I haven’t been on meds for over a year Brian. You know what that means, don’t you?” Brian was completely powerless. His lean arms were handcuffed to the bed, and he knew kicking at Jasper would just make it worse now. His face was red with anger and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks from a mixture of rage and fear. He didn’t say anything. “It means this is GOING to poz you”, and as he said that he slammed his 9 1/2 inch cock into Brian’s wrecked asshole. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing had hurt like this, and he certainly didn’t care who heard it now. Jasper went to work ruthlessly destroying Brian’s asshole. He was grunting with each thrust, clearly loving the feeling of the teenage hole on his huge cock. Brian yelped with each motion. Jasper’s cock was by far the biggest he had taken, and it was getting to new depths in his body. The pain of his bleeding asshole taking in the large intruder was counterbalanced by the fact he was pretty sure Jasper was hitting his prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through his body that cut through the pain every other second. “Take it kid! Take my poz cock. Yeah, you love it boy, don’t you! I’m going to make sure you’re slutty ass and that big dick of yours are nice and toxic by the time you get your diploma bitch boy.” Brian felt his own cock getting hard fast, despite the pain and the fear. With each stroke of his prostate, his dick responded with more and more excitement. So many feelings were flying through his mind that he felt high. He couldn’t think anymore. “Please!” Brian yelled “Please!” “Please what!?” Jasper growled back. “Please stop!” “WRONG! Please what!?” Jasper pulled Brian’s skinny legs up farther, causing is long dick to go in even a bit farther. “Please….poz me!” Brian screamed. “Yessss” Jasper grunted. Brian’s cock erupted, all on it’s own, and spew cum all over his bare chest and smooth stomach. “Oh fuck yeah you like this boy don’t you! Fuck boy here it comes. I’m going to change your life forever. FUCKKK…” Jasper growled, pulled Brian in to him, and unleashed rope after rope of toxic cum deep in to the 18 year old’s destroyed ass. Brian’s cock let out another rope of cum of it’s own as he felt himself getting filled up even more. “Fuck kid… fuck you are one hot little poz twink.” Jasper leaned over Brian, keeping his cock in the boy’s ass for now, and started kissing him. Brian didn’t fight it, he didn’t even think about, he just kissed him back. Jasper pulled his dick out slowly, and Brian’s hole felt empty as he did. He could feel cum flowing out him; he didn’t want to see what color it was. Jasper moved to replace Adam, standing beside the bed and holding down Brian’s left leg now that they weren’t on his shoulders. Adam crawled on to the bed, and didn’t say anything as he lifted up Brian’s ass and slid his cock in for the second time that day. Adam didn’t feel as huge as Jasper, but he also didn’t hit Brian’s spot as much, so this fuck was more pain and less pleasure. “Told you kid.” Was all Adam said as he thrust into Brian just as hard as he did outside earlier that day. He didn’t last very long this time, and quickly unleashed another load of toxic cum into Brian’s ass. Then, it was the Italian’s turn. As he moved in to position, Brian could see the tip of his cock was pierced. He began to freak again, as he knew this was going to hurt. And it did. The Italian’s cock was just as big as Jasper’s, but it wasn’t just sliding in to an already destroyed hole, it was fucking it up even more. As the Italian slammed his pierced cock into Brian’s tender ass, he screamed in pain again. His body was flexing every muscle trying to repel the invader, but it was no use against the metal handcuffs and the strong men holding him down. “Beg for it!” the Italian ordered. “I want to hear you beg!” At first, Brian didn’t say anything, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Then he felt a sting across his cheek as the Italian slapped him hard. He had stopped fucking, and Brian realized it wasn’t going to end until he did what he wanted. He leaned over Brian and grabbed his shaggy brown hair. “I said beg for it.” “Poz me.” “Louder!” “Poz me! God it hurts so much just cum in me man, please! Poz me, poz me, poz ME!” That pushed the Italian over the edge. He pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it all the way back in, unleashing his toxic cum directly into Brian’s blood stream. Brian went limp and just laid on the bed, panting and whimpering. Jasper placed his hand on Brian’s stomach, and with the other stroked Brian’s hair. He leaned in and gave Brian another kiss. “Good boy. You did good, Brian. You’re poz now. It may not show up on a test for a couple weeks, but there’s no doubt you’re one of us now. You’re an teenage, HIV positive, high school twink.” Jasper looked up at the Italian “Fuck, that’s hot to say.” He continued “You’re never going to be the same boy you were before you walked in to my house today. I expect to see you back again, and I expect you to use this nice cock of yours…” Jasper picked Brian’s still semi-hard cock up off his stomach “…to infect all the hot boys at BU, and maybe even that boyfriend of yours.” Jake’s smiling face flashed in Brian’s mind. How was he going to tell him? What was he going to tell him? Was this the end of what had been going so well, before it even really began? The Italian unlocked the handcuffs and left the room. Adam pulled up his shorts and gave Brian a simple “see you around”, as if he didn’t care at all. Jasper stayed with him on the bed one more moment. “Your clothes will be on the kitchen table downstairs. You can stay here as long as you need, and you can leave whenever you want. You did good baby boy. Welcome to the club.”

Spent a couple of hours at one of the local bookstores; it was mostly quiet, especially for a weekend, and most of the interested guys were only looking for a quick blowjob. Not that there's anything wrong with blowjobs, but that wasn't what I was looking for; I wanted a load being shot inside me. Enter this young-ish (early 20s?) black guy. Cute, and seemed vaguely familiar - I couldn't figure out if I'd hooked up with him before. We made eye contact and started chatting; he thought I looked familiar as well, but we determined we hadn't hooked up before. Finally it clicked, and we recognized each other from work - myself in management, and him as a trainee, we had briefly crossed paths. He had since moved on to another company, but he remembered me. With that mystery out of the way, he pulled out his dick - even soft, it was probably about 6", and he gave me a little cocky smile and said "Well? Suck it, boss." So I did, with gusto. With some oral attention, he hardened up to a very nice size (at my best guesstimate, 8 1/2?) I was disappointed when he fished a condom out of his pocket and told me to stand up and turn around. Well... much as I wanted the load shot inside, I'm not one to turn down a good fuck regardless. He slipped the condom on and, with a fair amount of spit, was able to work his dick up into me, all the way to the base. He fucked me in the booth for a good 5 minutes, when his phone rang. "Fuck, I gotta take this." Must have been important, it sounded like the kind of ringtone you set for set for a "must-take" call. He paused in his thrusting and answered the phone. With his still-hard cock up my hole, I only heard his part of the conversation, which basically amounted to "something which needs handled right this minute." He pulled out, took he condom off, and tossed it into the corner. "Sorry boss, I got to go handle this. How long you gonna be here? I'll try and come back after." I wasn't sure how long I'd be sticking around, but I told him I'd chill here for another hour or so before heading out. He took off to go deal with whatever emergency had come up. I stuck around and sucked another couple of guys off. An hour passed, then another half, and I got ready to take off. I was just about to walk out of the booth area when the door opened and the black dude walked back in. He put a hand on my chest and gently - but insistently - pushed me back against the wall. "Where you going? I still ain't nutted." He turned me around right there, outside of any booths and just a few feet from the swinging door that led into the arcade area, pressing me up against the wall. I could hear his belt unbuckle, his zipper, and the rustle of his pants as he slid them down. There was a brief moment of cool as he smeared some lube on my hole, and I felt his cock push back up into me. No condom this time - you can absolutely feel the difference - and he started fucking me in earnest. A couple of guys looked out of their own booths to watch as this dude had me pinned to the wall and used my ass for his own pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes, before whispering in my ear "I'm gonna nut up in you, boss man." He bit my shoulder and I could feel his cock pulse as he started pumping his load inside. It took maybe 10 seconds for him to drain his nuts, and I felt every pump. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "Damn shame we don't work together anymore." I heard him pull his pants up, fasten his belt, and a few moments later he was gone. Totally worth the wait, though.

In the morning I woke up a bit confused at first and then saw Darren's big hairy body next to me and suddenly remembered. To my surprise rather than being angry about what happened I immediately got massively hard. Darren's powerful cock felt intense inside me and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. The poz cum inside me reminded me I belonged to a real man - a dominant. Darren began to stir and getting thicker and longer. The poz snake was back. I started to suck it carefully hoping he would not mind and he stirred and moaned "yeh, good boy, take daddy's cock". At this I climbed on and eased it into my ass fucking myself on the poz weapon. I leant across and whispered in Darren's ear "make me yours sir". Jake woke up and was like "woah man, you've done enough you don't need to take any more dirty seed". I kept fucking myself on Darren's cock and said "sir, I'm already converting to you! I want to be your sub! I love your cock". Darren flung me off his cock and face down on the bed. He rammed his cock back into me and pounded intensely. He shouted "tell me what you want" and I screamed "poz cum sir, YOUR poz cum" and with that he growled and pushed his cock into me fully and spurted filling me with his toxins. Jake was astonished and said "why did you take more dirty cum, don't tell me you like it?". I replied to look at Darren, how muscular he is, how hairy, how big his cock is and I said "can you imagine such a meaty cock filling you - it is intense. And his poz cum marks me out as his lad". Darren said "that's right boy, you belong to me now and I will always be inside you whats your name anyway?. I replied it was Dave. We showered each other, Darren slipped me his number and we headed off. On the way home Jake asked so many questions about me taking poz cum and even began to ask about what having such a big cock in me felt like. The next Saturday Jake texted me to ask if wanted to go back down the club but I replied I couldn't as I'd arranged with Darren to spend the evening and the night together. Jake said I must be hungry for that cock. Darren fucked me slowly and tenderly saying we were becoming one. I felt so safe like I belonged in his arms. We drifted off to sleep but were awoken by a text at 3am from Jake saying he was so drunk and was really horny and could he watch Darren and I fuck if we did it again that night. Darren chuckled and said "sure". When Jake arrived Darren said "why don't you both kneel on the ground and kiss this massive snake like good little pups. We both hungrily did as we were told. Darren said to Jake" you loved having Dave's cock in you last week and I've made him rock hard - this could be your last chance before my seed takes hold". He threw us the poppers and we hungrily sniffed. Jake said he needed me and I put on a condom as I knew Jake loved them and slid my cock into Jakes hole. Jake sniffed some more poppers and stop a moment and I pulled out. He sniffed yet again, rolled the condom off me and backed onto my cock saying "its my only chance to feel you raw before Darren converts you". We fucked passionately for about half an hour until I shot my last neg load into Jake's hole and we kissed more. Despite having shot a big load with me inside him Jake was still hard - he said "wow raw feels so good - just a pity I can't take Darren's monster". Darren stood behind Jake hugging him with his raw cock against his hole and wispered "who says you can't".

As always, this is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 4: Fate Christian was starting to get worried. He had not seen Dr. Lewis in a while and he was beginning to get more and more sick by the day. He needed some of those pain killers that he had originally been prescribed. It had been almost three months since he was originally pozzed. He had been wearing this black suit almost everyday -- John said him and Shawn have been his "angels of death" by wearing them. Shawn of course was no longer in the picture. Recently, most guys had been refusing to come anywhere near Christian he was so toxic, despite the fact that they were poz too. Christian found the idea of him being too toxic to be extremely hot, but he also needed to get dicked down. Everyday he had to report to the basement for blood slammings and other experiments to make him or Shawn's blood more and more toxic. Christian really wanted to know what his numbers were looking like. It hadn't been long ago that he cut ties with his family, but he was sure they would like to see him if he was going to end up like Shawn very soon. So in order to make sure he would get to learn his numbers, Christian went right into John's office. "Hi, Sir. I need to get examined. I need to know about how long I have." "How long you have?" "Yes. Before I end up like Shawn." "What do you mean like him?" "In that chair?" "Who said you would end up like him? He was our petri dish! Our experiment!" "Well, I would still like to have my blood tested." "Very well, go downstairs and have Joshua test you." - "Well you passed your test with flying colors, Christian. 3.6 million viral count and 17 CD4 cells left," Joshua smiled. Christian's dick got so hard. "So this is it, huh?" "This is it." Christian licked his lips. "I even heard John already has the next one ready for you." Joshua began to give an evil laugh. "Why don't you go upstairs and have him unlock that cock." Christian did as he was told and quickly disappeared upstairs. Once Christian was gone, Joshua opened the door to the lab and went inside. Dr. Lewis and Shawn were both hooked up to the same blood pump, having each other's blood travel through each other's bodies, becoming more and more toxic, more and more like family. He began to chuckle, in just a few hours Dr. Lewis will have the same bionic pacemaker that Shawn has and they will both serve him as his highly toxic servants. He even got Dr. Lewis tattooed after Shawn went ahead and killed him the other day. - "I heard I get to sire somebody," Christian said the second he got back to John's office. John looked up from his computer screen. "Only because you've been such a good boy in getting toxic so quickly." Christian smiled. "Do I deserve to be unlocked, sir?" "No. But I'm going to anyway because the siring has been set up already." John approached Christian with the key and made him open the fly of his slacks so that he could get in and unlock his worthless cock. "There. Now we will have to let it grow back the rest of the day, which means NO touching it! Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. Now, have you told your family about this?" "No. I told them when I converted and to my horror, they saw my video. They have not spoken to me since then." "Good. So no emotional attachments outside of your own seed." Christian licked his lips. Why did that make him hard? "May I see who I am going to be converting?" John showed him a picture of a guy he saw in one of his classes at university. This boy had to be 19 years old, but he played lacrosse for the university and was hella hot. Fuck, Christian thought, I'm going to get to fuck THAT! He licked his lips again, staring at the picture. - Both Shawn and Dr. Lewis opened their eyes when Joshua hit the correct button on the remote. They were both dressed in solid black suits, each of whom was wearing an open shirt that was buttoned low enough to expose their massive biohazard tattoos. Shawn and Dr. Lewis knelt in front of Joshua. "You two have both become the newest members of what will become my poz, cyborg army. You are both infected with a seed that is SO toxic, it will take out your bottom immediately. Which is exactly what happened to you, Dr. Lewis." Dr. Lewis licked his lips. His cock was rock hard and would not deplete for the life of him. Being, basically, a zombie and highly toxic was turning him on. Maybe, if he is lucky, he'll get to use his special talent. - Christian stood outside the playroom where he was first pozzed. He looked at himself in the mirror and straightened his suit. Damn, he looked good and felt good. His cock was rock hard and so was Hank, the lacrosse player who was completely strapped into the sling in the room. This is it, Christian thought. This is my fate. I'm going to shoot my death seed inside of him and then my seed will more than likely take me over. The thought had Christian raging hard. Before he knew it he was quickly approaching Hank, all you could hear were the deep clicks of his boots on the hardwood floor. "Tell me what you want," Christian said as he wrapped his hands around Hank's throat. "Do it. Fuck me. Finish me." Hank pleaded. Before hank could even finish his sentence, Christian's cock rammed into raw. Unfortunately, it only took 9 thrusts before Christian was shooting ropes into Hank's ass. A few minutes after pulling out, Christian collapsed onto the floor. Men in hazmat suits entered and collected what was left of Christian and one man stayed behind -- John -- who approached Hank and locked his cock up. "Christian lasted a total of three months. The one before him lasted a whole year. I'd say you have 3 to 4 weeks before you end up like him," John said. He gave an evil laugh on his way out the door. Hank licked his lips. This was fate he always dreamed of. To be continued...

I had to go to my university's campus today to take of some things and while there had to hit the bathroom. I went to the urinals and saw this guy who works there who I've played with a few times on campus at the urinal and he looked over at me and smiled. He's super cute, mid-20s, shorter, dark blond buzz cut, goatee and moustach and kind of chubby. I know he loves to take it into the stalls to fuck and we've done that before as well as fucked in the showers in the gym over in the activity center. He's kind of notorious on campus as he's hooked up with a few guys I know...mostly taking their loads but he's fucked some of them too, and fucked me too. I know he's got a BF but that doesn't seem to make any difference so I guess they have an agreement or the BF just doesn't know. He looks at me smiling and nods his head towards the stalls and I know he's looking. We both head into a stall and lock the door behind and he's quickly pulling down his shorts along with mine and leans in to kiss me as he starts jerking my dick. He's not shy about saying what he likes and wants and he's whispering in my ear how bad he wants me to fuck him and cum in his ass. I tell him I'm ready and he braces against the wall as I spit on his ass a few times and slide my bare cock inside him. I love how he just takes cock raw and takes the loads too. His ass gives no resistence and I'm willing to bet he's probably taken another load today or recently. He's probably always out in the bathrooms looking for guys to play with and I've seen photos he's posted on Intagram that are selfies he's taken in bathrooms, so I get the sense he does it a lot. I don't blame him...if I had his job and access to so many hot guys I'd be doing the same thing. I'm working myself into a frenzy, kissing the back of his neck and biting it, telling him how bad I want to cum inside him. He's moaning and begging for it and soon I give him what we both want. As I'm panting and draining the last of my load in him he asks me if I want to get fucked too. I tell him I do, but don't tell him I already got fucked this morning, and I'm worried it may be pretty obvious even though I cleaned up after. His dick isn't very thick or long, but it is uncut and he knows how to make the most of it and pops a really nice big load when he cums. He slides in me with minimal effort and starts to deeply stroking so I can hear his big full balls slapping against my ass. He's making a fair amount of noise and I worry about someone coming in but love it to much to tell him to slow down. He's whispering for me to beg for his seed and I do as I'm told as he calls me a dirty bitch, a slut, and a whore. I love it and soon feel him blast his load inside me as he tries desperately to stifle his moan and whine. He keeps stroking and says he's so horny he wants to pump a second load in me. I know he's not going to tear my ass up and have me leaking cum out my ass as I walk back to my car and tell him to give it to me. I tell him how much I love him fucking me and that we should hook up more often. He sighs and I know he can't as he has a BF and can't host and neither can I. The best we can do is sex in bathrooms, cars, and showers. He popped his second load inside me letting out a satisfied sigh as he slid out. We quickly pulled our clothes back on and as we did he leaned in and kiss me deeply as he pressed me against the tiles. You couldn't fake the passion of that kiss and it was clear he's into me and loves messing around with me as he looked deep into my eyes. He told me how much he loves hooking up with me and that he wishes we could do it more often and admitted how he wished I was on campus and we could hook up more frequently. Maybe he says that to other guys too but I hardly cared. It's not like I believe it or that there's anything either of us can do about it. He has a BF and I don't know what the story is there. I don't want a BF and don't know I'd want one as slutty as him, but then again maybe I would. It'd be hot to do a three way or group stuff with him, but then again there's a LOT I don't know about him. And truthfully I'd probably want a guy with a bigger cock because yeah...I'm that kind of guy. But he's fun and gives me what we both need.

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

I swallowed my first post covid19 load, yesterday. I'm finally fully vaccinated. So, I posted an ad on Doublelist yesterday, stating that I wanted to suck off a str8 guy. I got a reply from a guy that said he was str8, and had been sucked off by a few guys before. He told me that I could suck him, but he would not reciprocate. And he said he was very verbal and aggressive. I drove to his home. We went to his bedroom and I sucked him off. It only took about 10 minutes. But, it sure was hot. He was indeed very verbal. Very aggressive. His cock was soft when I began to suck. He quickly grew to a rock hard 6"s and very thick. He did pinch my nipples, which drives me wild. Then when he began to cum, he pushed the back of my head onto his cock and came as I choked on his dick. It was sure great to taste cum again, after close to a year. This cock whore is back!

Manhattan bookstores - started at one that has an upstairs area. Lots of standing around and the requisite boys looking to get paid. Lots of looking and no action so I said fuck this — Found an open booth and dropped the sweatpants to present my jockstrapped ass facing the open door. The door closes and a big one slowly but steadily slides in my hot pre-lubed hole. Firm hands on the hips pulling back on a thick hard cock and of course the natural reaction is to push back and try to get it crammed deeper inside. Fuckkk. Can feel bull balls bouncing as a slow steady fuck turns into demanding slams from a clearly strong anonymous top. He picks up the pace till a final thrust signaled he was unloading deep inside. As the throbs slowed down waited for the cock to slowly retreat turned around to lick it clean. Black stud 6 foot 1 washboard abs shirtless wearing a hoodie with at least 8.5-9 inches still hard and throbbing. As he exited stayed in position and it didn’t take long for the next one. Damn. It was thicker and bigger. Lean unassuming white guy pushed the previous load in deeper and mixes it around but wasn’t ready to unload. Next store. Dude walks in takes one glance as he enters the booth and I grab the adjoining booth. The dick immediately comes through the glory hole and it is a work of art. Looks like one you would use as a model to create a thick gnarly dildo. Thick meaty head, very fleshy even thicker shaft that had a big curve to the right. Even though it seemed like it might be too thick it filled my mouth and throat like magic. A combination of hard and flexible as he started to fuck my face. No way I was going to miss out on this stretching my hole. Quick as lightning up and bent over and pushed at my loose pucker. It went in dragging against the walls of my already loaded hole. No questions. Just a steady hard fuck proceeded. Bent over with the ass against the gloryhole trying to get as much of that beautiful thick dick. The steady pace quickened and the wall was bouncing as the stud drove his meat as deep as possible. With a final thrust i could feel each pulse as he unloaded. As he pulled out I turned around to clean it off and catch any remaining drops of cum and whispered thanks sir. Reaching back found my ass stretched open and not ready to close anytime soon so scooped a few fingers in to bring some of that sweet load to my lips to enjoy the tasty treat that was just deposited. Made one more stop after that but will have to document that later.

(*** Warning. This story ends with a graphic description of a violent sexual nightmare. Proceeded at your own risk. ***) It wasn't even eleven the next morning and I already had a stranger's naked cock in my daddy ass. Once that life gate opened it seemed there was no closing it. I had been in a deep sleep when the insistent ring of the door bell stirred me. The bedside clock read 10:45 am and I thought, 'Damn, the pizza boy is early. ' I was halfway down the stairs again before remembering I was naked as a Jay bird. I decided not to worry for the pizza boy. Imagine my and the UPS delivery man's surprise when I opened the door. "Umm, this is a first." He said. "Step inside please, I'll grab something to put on." He stepped in, closed the screen door and spoke before I had climbed two steps. "Don't bother. I'm no prude. Just took me by surprise is all." After a second or two thought I took him at his word. I signed for the package my wife must have ordered. My cock was responding to this handsome man's testosterone pheromones, as well as the sight of him opening the fly of his uniform's shorts. He fished out a huge flaccid dick. "You clearly don't have a tip on you. I'll take it in trade." He said. Even semi hard his tool filled my mouth. I loved the feeling of sucking it and wondered what was wrong with my wife. I was just beginning to wonder if I could manage such a huge cock in my ass when his finger found my ring. Soon he licked his finger and pushed it in. Bingo; he knew what had been up me in the middle of the night. I was spun and bent over the stair railing. First he licked my ass but waisted no time moving to a bareback fuck. There was no talk of covering up. The moment his mammoth head penetrated I thought I'd been split in two. He just coaxed me to breathe deep and relax. "Fuck man, you're just too big. Please, pull out. " "It's okay. You'll adjust. Just keep breathing and push out like you're shitting." I followed his instructions and before I knew it he was sliding in deep. I had never felt so full before, but with that was also a wonderful feeling of being possessed. Such a comforting sense that I knew I wanted this delightful pain more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My groans of pleasure sent a clear message, he started the out and in motion. Most of the copious cum from my night shift antics had been absorbed and his spit for lube was drying out. My ass ring burned like hell and I was about to ask him to stop when he spoke. "Very close man. I'm going to blow in your hole. You ready? ... Argh ... fuck ...take it ... breeding your ass ..." At that moment I heard the squeak of the screen door. In walked the pizza boy and his two friends. They had heard every word. They were already removing their clothes before he softened and plopped out. A six foot four skinny bean pole was first to get to me. He was feltching out my ass. After feeding some to me he let me know. "You're not so clean down there. I'm a pig myself so I don't mind. But, a shower might be in order." "Yeah, I need a quick refresher before I get back to my deliveries. Where's your shower?" UPS man. I pointed the way and followed the parade of mostly naked men climbing my stairs. I was last to arrive and quite surprised to see the UPS guy was already fucking the pizza boy in the shower. I didn't think anyone could recharge so quickly, but, very soon UPS was blasting inside pizza boy. UPS quickly rinsed off and was pulling on his uniform as he exited the bathroom. The others moved me under the shower and had the hose down and head trained up my ass, quick as a wink. "Don't worry man. Any cum we wash out now we'll replace in spades." They were true to their word. Having taught me how to douche, we moved to the bedroom. One after the other they mounted me in a variety of positions. Before they left two hours later I had ten fresh loads soaking into my guts. I was utterly exhausted and fell into a fitful sleep. It was obvious from my dream loops I was craving more and more breedings from anonymous cock after cock. My final dream was watching a virgin girl being offered as human religious sacrifice. As she was being tied to her pyre she transformed into a naked me in the midst of a gay orgy. A god of a naked gladiator was giving me the most erotic evil grin as he reached to take hold of his sword. He was about to shove this weapon up my ass when I awakened to the most intense orgasm spraying over my hairy belly. What the fuck was I allowing to happen to me?

This past Saturday night I broke my previous load record of 17! I started off at the gay bar that also has a darkroom. I was only wearing a Andrew Christian singlet with a jock strap back exposing my ass. I pre lubed my hole and bent over a stool in the darkroom. It wasn’t long before I felt a cock entering my willing slut ass. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load. As he pulled out another guy immediately plunged his cock up my cunt. I ended up collecting 3 anonymous loads there and then headed off to the sex club. The sex club has 2 darkrooms and I usually go back and forth between the rooms. Still wearing my singlet with my ass hanging out and 3 loads already pumped in me, I took a couple deep hits of poppers and went to the third floor darkroom. I climbed up on the fuck horse and spread my ass cheeks ready for the next cock. My ass is pretty popular there because I take all cocks and loads. It didn’t take long for guys to start taking turns fucking and breeding my slut hole. After taking 8 cocks and loads I needed to take a break to stretch and pee. I then headed down to the first floor darkroom already carrying 11 loads of cum in my ass! I felt my way along the wall until I found a place to bend over. By now my hole was lubed up with plenty of cum and ready for more. Guys quickly found my cum filled cunt and started fucking and pumping more cum in me. I got 6 more cocks and loads up my ass in that darkroom. My total load count now was 17, tying my all time record! I took another break and decided to go back up to the third floor darkroom. I needed one more load in my ass to break my record. I climbed back up on the fuck horse with cum leaking out of my wrecked cunt. Two more guys took turns on my ass pumping more cum in me. By now I was pumped full carrying 19 loads. I got off the fuck horse as cum was running down my legs. I bent over another bench and two more guys fucked my sloppy hole as more cum sloshed out of my cumdump cunt. That was 21 loads total and I set my new record! I went to my locker to put on my tights and decided to take my cum filled, wrecked ass home and let all the cum absorb into my slut bod. I’ll have to rest up for Cumunion this Wednesday. Who knows, maybe another record will be set!!

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in anyway. This story is also a continuation of Shawn's New Contract which you can read here: Part 1: Christian's Freedom Wow! Christian thought. An opportunity to get fucked by Shawn Mendes?! Hell yeah I'm taking this! Christian was a 20-year old college student with very mediocre grades. He went to an elite private school, but only because his family was rich. Instead of studying, Christian spent hours and hours in the gym every single day, perfecting his body. He got looks everywhere he went. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of him? He's 6'1", blonde hair, blue-eyes, 8 inch cock, nice firm bubble butt, washboard abs, massive pecs, and respectfully large biceps. Everyone wanted him, girls, boys, old men, old women. He loved the attention. He even thought about making an account on some websites to sell vids. Christian had seen those videos of Shawn recently, but he doubted those were real. He immediately signed the paperwork and was so excited to have everyone watch him get fucked senseless. Fast forward: Christian was being escorted out of the playroom and into the tattoo parlor across the hall where a large biohazard symbol was tattooed to his chest. Fuck. He thought. This was all actually real. "Come by my office when you are done here," John said. Christian wondered what would be happening during this meeting. He walked into John's office and sat in the chair opposite his desk, still naked, tattoo burning. "So you saw what happened in there?" John asked. "Yes. But, I didn't think any of it was real." Christian was terrified. John laughed. "What an idiot. First, you didn't read what you were signing. How could those videos be fake?" "I...I don't know, sir." "Well let's stop right there. In your contract you signed your body away to me. I own you. Just like I owned Shawn. Would you like to see what happened to him?" Christian swallowed. "Y...yes." "Good boy. Follow me." John led Christian down to the basement. Christian opened the door and what Christian saw was terrifying. Shawn's lifeless body was strapped to a chair with multiple IV's pumping blood out of him and into small syringes. His skin was so pale. "This is our new harvesting factory, overseen by my brother Joshua. As we already mentioned, we believe Shawn had the most toxic DNA in the world. But soon, that will be you." John smirked. Christian's heart sank. This is where he would end up. "Come, let's get you to bed. The sooner Shawn's DNA takes you over, the sooner we can get you looking prim and proper." John patted Christian's shoulder and brought him back upstairs. Christian laid in bed and opened up his phone. Ever since he saw Shawn in thay chair his cock had been straining in the cage he was put in and he was ashamed of that. He immediately went to his university's student portal and dropped out of school, then sent a few texts and cut ties with his family. This is it, he thought. Over the next week he was only allowed to walk around naked and was allowed very little to do other than exercise. But then, one morning, he woke up extremely sick. So sick he could barely leave his bed. John brought him to the doctor where it was revealed he was POZ. The doctor shook his head, all these boys Shawn hangs out with, he thought. When Christian and John arrived home, the video of Christian being converted was posted online. "Come, let's get you ready for tonight," John said. Christian followed John into a room he had never seen where, low and behold, right in front of him was a solid black suit, just like the one Shawn had worn. "Black, the color of death..." To be continued...

Pozzing of Randy? So I was on a website browsing when I came across an ad: You a poz bb top, you pitch and i catch Looking for a horn??? Poz loaded, You Host, I swing by find it service it hard and take it, walk out wobbling Details: 61 years old, in Vancouver/ Portland. Looking for 25 - 69 yrs old. Posted 2 days ago. So I responded: U chasing? Randy: I might be why? You Hunting? Me: I am always hunting.. I had a conversion scare a couple months ago and thought I was poz and I realized I would have been happy gifting people if i had been poz. I even posted looking for chasers hoping I was converting. I suffered through the fuck flu symptoms for months and now that I am recovered I am looking to play again. Have you checked out BBRTS? There are a few poz guys on there that live to breed neg asses. Have you thought about just taking the plunge and having a poz zing party? I have just not seen many chasers on here. That’s why I asked. Also have you been on the breedingzone forums? Randy: I do like servicing Horny Poz Guys, sounds like you do too. Yes been fucked several times by Poz guys however most are Undetectable. I have only knowing serviced 1 Toxic Poz guy but his sperm was wasted. he was good and I would of let him convert me that night. Me: That does sound like a waste of a poz load. Just the thought of then being able to fuck anything and not care sounds so appealing doesn’t it? Randy: Yeah I'll bet you get f****** horny thinking you're loading somebody up with your convertible sperm Me: Yes the thought excites me. Cannot have kids and that is the next best thing. So are you thinking after you convert you will become a gifter too? Randy: I went to peeps a couple years ago suck the nice black boner through the g******** turned around and pushed up on him and he pumped that dick right into my ass shot his load off in me and I met him a couple months after that asked him if he was pause and he said what the hell are you worried about you've already dropped I've already dropped a load in your ass before. Me: Too funny but true, once you take a poz load what is another? Randy: So do you like to play around like to find a nice horny cock to play with. Me: Yes I do. I mostly bottom but top once in awhile. Mostly play during the work week because wife likes for me to be home when she is off. She knows all about me playing with guys. Randy: That's hot I'd love to see your COK get me all horny maybe we play a little I like to suck horny cock get horny enough you can just split my ass cheeks open and drop a load my pussy. love to suck you dick and swallow your sperm or take it bb up my cunt in my panties. Nice, you fucking me bb? Me: If you want.. easier for me to get hard and stay hard.. Randy: Yes I want to suck that cock of yours hard you slip it in my p**** all bareback and ready to just knock my p**** up I'll bet you have a 30 day load of sperm in you don't you. putting some of that Unknown Sperm in me aren't you? Me: It would be fun to give a shot at pozzing you with my load into you bb. I think your pussy deserves it since it likes to play bare. Randy: so you are pumping Poz sperm aren't you? Me: Take the chance I am.. Randy: Nice, How long you been poz? On med's?? Me: You’ll find out that answer in a couple of weeks or not. I want you to just take my load and enjoy it. I think you enjoy the thought of not knowing. Could even video it if you find out it my cum is poz. Then you could have a video to relive it. Randy: Sounds fucking hot to me you should just as your starting to spray it inside me you should say surprise pause pause Sounds like your poz to me, and your looking for that chaser, Fuck That's me Me: When can you cum over? I am free now and want something to unload into. Otherwise I will find an actual risk taker today. Randy: Be there in 30 mins, just send me your address. That was 20 mins ago and now I am waiting for him to show up.. I am going to breed his ass and pump a large load into him and make him wait to find out .

1st night on Hampstead Heath for ages. After wandering around whilst it got dark I ended up in the dark room with my trousers round my ankles and my arse on display. I took about 7 or 8 different cocks but one was thick and the top knew what he was doing. He fucked a couple of other guys but came back to my hole. He then said I should follow him. We left the dark room and found a fallen tree that he made me bend over. He fucked me again and I asked for his load. After about another 5 minutes of fucking he unloaded in my hole. He pulled his cock out and walked off into the darkness. I returned to the dark room and took another couple of cocks but no more loads after that.

Congrats for the new new record. You broke mine (18) too. So, it inspires me to take back the trophy. LoL Unfortunately, saunas and bars are closed. But when they reopen, there will be a crowd hopefully and opportunity to get as many loads as I can.

My entire life has been centered around sex. I found porn at an early age and it was the answer. The Answer. To Everything. And it has been gay porn from the very first sight of a rock hard, ass smashing dick. Didn't matter if that ass was attached to a woman, all I have ever saw were those long girthy beautiful schlongs of the 80's porn scene. Soft core compared to the filth that makes my little t-cock throb now a days. I was envious of that Dick, those balls and I have not lost any of my fascination for that sweaty threesome of cock and balls. I want to breathe them deep as if the Balls of Man Stench: work, pheromones and crack sweat )will release my own set of glorious balls free from their confines inside me. Like beard oil is gonna give me that Viking beard my DNA forgot to sign me up for. Deep Inhale , clear my sinuses, open mouth breathing all over those nasty sacs. And I do, I do want all your Stench of Men all over my face, I want my lips soaked that I can only taste your salt and funk, so deep in my nostrils that it makes memories at the base of my skull. I will suck all you in and bury it deep in my pelvis where my boipussy creams itself for it and my ass begs to be filled up too. And these needs they drive me crazy , forces me to hunt madly, go anywhere, promise anything to get my fix. I am embarassed and hard. Giddy and full of that shame that makes you bust your nut early and you hope some witnessed your fall from grace.

I once met an older guy who asked if I wanted something different, after some discussion, it turned out he had arranged to meet me for some possible fun but really with the intention of introducing me to his son who was just of legal age, it turned out that Dad liked younger guys and his son liked older guys, so Dad would meet men and introduce him to his son and vice versa, although the Dad watched from the doorway, he would not come into the room whilst I had his son. What added to the kinkyness of this situation was that the guys wife and daughter where away for the day.

My thoughts: it's one thing to report cruising activity and public sex to the police if it's, say, in a park frequented by families with younger kids. Not required, but it's certainly a defensible move. It's another thing entirely to report activity in a park that nobody goes into at night except those looking for sex. And there's a special place in hell for people who themselves go to have public sex but call the cops when none of the people there appeal to them.

As always this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be re-enacted in any way. Part 2: The First Experiment Christian laid on the couch after his first day at the dairy farm. Man it was fun. I can't wait to go back, he thought. Everytime he moved his body ached. He didn't realize the fuck flu would be this bad, but he loved it. Slowly, Christian fell asleep and, while he dreamed about Shawn fucking him again, the virus began to take over his body more and more. John found him asleep on the couch and had some of the scientists from downstairs come collect him. Christian was strapped into a chair and hooked up to multiple tubes. Here, his blood and Shawn's blood was pumped in and out of each others bodies, fusing two highly toxic loads, becoming brothers. Unknowingly to Christian, he was hooked up to this machine for 24 whole hours. He was detached and brought back to the couch before he had time to realize what happened. "Good morning, sleepy head," John said when Christian began to toss and turn. Christian groaned, damn he was still ill. "Good morning," Christian said. "I've got to get ready to work out." "Well hold on let's slow down there, if you still have the fuck flu we better get you back to the doctor." John said, acting oblivious to what had happened in the basement. "Ok," Christian agreed. - "Christian, I'm going to have to refer you to the psychiatric wing. Your viral cell count has almost tripled in two days and your CD4 count is plummeting. And for some reason I get the sense that you don't care," the doctor said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm happier than I've ever been. Thanks for the pain killers, I'll be back next month," Christian said as he stood up. "Stop. Talk to me. You show up to a doctors appointment wearing a flashy suit, HIV is taking your body faster than anyone I've ever seen. What is happening?!" "That's private and none of your business." Christian shoved the doctor and hurried out of the hospital. Damn, that doctor was a pain in the ass. - Dr. Lewis had to work late that night. All day long he was unable to focus. Damn, he thought, he wasn't even gonna make it to the gym. Dr. Lewis worked out constantly, it's how he was able to get an extremely toned body and attract his supermodel girlfriend. His suits fit so tight he always had his sleeves cuffed and tie loosened by the end of the day. Today he was wearing a light blue shirt with a navy tie. His navy jacket hung on the coatrack. Clicking through patient records he randomly came across Christian and Shawn's. He quickly realized that both patients lived at the same address. That was interesting. He also realized Shawn was overdue for an appointment. "You know what, let me go check and see what is going on over there." Dr. Lewis rolled his sleeves back down and pulled on his jacket but left his tie loosened. Damn, he thought, looks like this always picked up women at bars. What had happened to him? - John heard a couple knocks on the door and headed downstairs to see who it was. He was surprised to see who it was. "Dr. Lewis, come in come in! What brings you down here looking mighty fine this evening?" "I'm actually here to see Shawn. He's overdue for an appointment. Is he in?" "Ah yes, why don't I bring you to him?" John said as he licked his lips and smiled. He led Dr. Lewis down into the basement. "What the -" Dr. Lewis said as he saw Shawn's body hooked up to a massive machine, pumping tons of blood in and out. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he felt a mask cover his mouth and nose and fill with gas. His whole body went limp and he lost consciousness. - "He has the looks to be part of the experiment." "He has the knowledge to be one of us." "Think of how quick this could go with him on our side." Dr. Lewis heard men whispering these things before he was once again put out. - "Charge to 300. Clear!" Joshua yelled as he shocked Shawn with the defibrillator. Before he knew it, there was a pulse. - Dr. Lewis woke up, thankfully still dressed, if only he could - Dr. Lewis couldn't move, he was strapped to a bench and oh my God, did he just feel a draft in his anus?! "Wakey wakey," a familiar but unidentified voice said. "Glad you could join me." "Where am I?!" Dr. Lewis asked but before he heard a response, a gas mask was pulled into his head and the tube filled with... Poppers?! His eyes rolled back into his head just as he felt something invade his ass. He tried to scream but couldn't. Then, the mask filled with another gas, and he went out again. - Dr. Lewis woke up on the couch in his office. Fuck, what was that he was dreaming about? Eh, I'll remember it later, he thought to himself. He looked over and his jacket was still on the coat rack. He fixed his sleeves and pulled it on and started to get ready to go when he heard an email come through. He went to his computer and saw an email from John, Shawn's manager, with the subject: Welcome. Dr. Lewis opened this email to find something that made his heart drop. It was a video of him being fucked by none other than Shawn. He couldn't tear his eyes away. The email read: Join us and no one has to know. Or ignore us and this goes online. Dr. Lewis could not allow this to go online. He would lose everything. So with a quick, horrifying decision, Dr. Lewis swallowed, and left his office. He got in his car and drove home. To his new home. To be continued...

Yes i met him. It was a great fuck and his bare dick felt so much better than any dick with condom I´ve ever had. But i will definitely go on prep as soon as possible because i know that i`m not ready to be HIV+.

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

It was 1990. My wife , two young boys and I were living in Dartmouth Nova Scotia. The wife and kids had flown home to Ontario to spend a week with her folks. I had to work; and, besides, there was lots to do with our first home. It was a fixer upper priced perfectly for first time buyers with a young family. I was working the midnight shift that week which gave me lots of daylight hours to get repairs done on the house. I had always slept in the nude, but with the house empty and sweltering heat I quickly got in the habit of not dressing while indoors. After two days of this I almost forgot to pull shorts on to do jobs in the yard and on the exterior of the house. Day three was very productive. I painted the entire back porch inside and out. I worked like a trojan and sweat like a pig. It made for a very long work day so I was exhausted. As I sat on the kids swing sipping an ice cold beer admiring my handiwork I decided I was to hot and tired to cook. I went inside, dropped out of my shorts and ordered a pizza to be delivered. I headed upstairs for what I planned to be a quick shower. The just warm water felt great sluesing over my body so I lingered rinsing longer than usual. It felt great rubbing my sore muscles when I soapped down so I lingered some more. When I was soaping my ass and genitals my body remembered it had not been pleasured for a few days. My cock responded and I thought; 'No one is home. I'm in no rush. Just enjoy Todd.' I was stroking away when I heard the doorbell over the shower spray. 'Damn, the pizza.' I turned off the water sprinting for the top of the stairs and at the first step remembered I was naked. I ran back to grab a towel and was halfway down the stairs when I took time to wrap it around myself. I had forgotten the front door was open so the pizza boy had a clear view through the screen door to the top of the stairs. I was 27 at the time. Six feet tall, skinny 145 pounds, a tan skinned, dark haired otter. I was no gym bunny but attractive enough. The cock he'd seen was at it's full eight inch erectness and an unavoidable bulge under the small white towel. He appeared to be about 18. One of those guys that won the gean lottery. Classic good looks captain of whatever sport team. Natural muscular body which filled out his delivery uniform of tan shorts and button down shirt. He had one extra button undone than I suspected was accepted which showed off a promising start to a blonde hairy chest. In fact as I opened the screen door he was seductively freeing another button and reaching in to tweak his nipple. Although I had never done anything with a guy my dick was stirring threatening to dislodge from my towel. I remembered the time a few years ago when a handsome young guy had joined our line at work. I was attracted to him from the beginning and we hit it off well. I was confused as by the end of the week working closely together I realized I was infatuated with him. When his girlfriend picked him up from the bar after our last work day I realized I was insanely jealous. I had never acted on those feelings and thought I had completely put them out of my mind until this moment. My towel was loosening and about to fall off when I remembered my wallet was in the kitchen. I invited the young man to step inside and excused myself. When I turned from finding the wallet I realized he had followed me and was standing by the fridge. His shirt tails were out and the front was open framing his natural peach fuzzed six pack. The words were out of my mouth before I even thought; "Do you want a beer? It's one hell of a hot day. " "Sure. Mind if I get out of this sweaty shirt?" "Not at all." I nervously responded. His shirt hit the floor and he kicked off his sneakers. He looked to me for approval before undoing and slipping out of his shorts. He stood there in our kitchen in nothing but a white jock strap as I handed him a beer. "Shit kid, are you even of legal drinking age?" "Just barely " he smiled. "Turned 18 day before yesterday. You won't be my first, but you won't be breaking the law." With that we toasted clinking our bottles. After gulping down a deep long draft he reached his free hand behind my head and pulled me in for a long passionate kiss. I don't know which of us undid it but my towel had now joined his shirt and shorts. He was holding my rock hard dick and his cock head was peaking over the band of his jock. Damn he'd won every category of gean pool roulette. Even his cock was an ideal nine inches just on the thick side. I knew 'cause I'd dropped to my knees, released him from the jock and was choking on it. Again before giving any thought. He must have put his beer down because both hands took the back of my head as he proceeded to face fuck me for about ten strokes. Then he pulled me up, spun me and leaned me against the counter; "Damn man, that's nice but I gotta get back to my deliveries. Let me finish yours!" Exasperated and confused I blurted; "Fuck me!" "That's my plan. " "No! No, I've never done this. Fuck ... um ... you'll need a condom." "I don't have one. You got any in this kitchen?" "No. Upstairs, I'll go get one." "Don't have time man. Besides my cock has never seen one. Raw or I walk." He took a big slug of beer, bent down and blew it up my ass hole. When he stood I found myself guiding his naked cock up my virgin hole. It hurt like fuckin hell and he couldn't help but notice. "Want me to stop man?" "No! Just give me a minute. It hurts for sure, but a good hurt. I love it. " "Knew you would!" With that he started pumping. My ass was now on fire with pain and pleasure. Soon his fist was stroking my cock in sync with his cock pistonning my ass. I was just about to ask him not to cum in me when his strong hand pushed me over the edge. I sprayed the cabinet door in front of me. My ass convulsions triggered him and I realized not only was he popping my virgin cherry hole but he was seeding me as well. 'Fuck, what had I just allowed! But damn, it felt so fuckin good!" He was quickly dressed and I paid him. As he was headed to let himself out he called back; "You home tomorrow? You better be 'cause I'm coming by well before my work. We'll have more time to initiate you more into man on man sex." And he was gone. I ate the pizza and downed five more beer. I'd be tipsy for my midnight shift but Steve was driving tonight so I could manage. I just needed to numb out a bit rather than face the full reality of what I had just done, let alone think about tomorrow. Ì

Stop jacking off don't hold your dick while using grindr for starters.

Today I am 43. I don't look it that's for dam sure and I sure as hell aint mad at being carded. It is quickly becoming an asset to my own dark dementors. I like my men older. I lost my virginity at 14 to a beautifully hung military man. And my 1st Dom at 18 was 40 years my elder. But this strikes a darker streak, a primal need to be consumed by my maker, to be destroyed by my own creator. And the dark perverted child in me finds it funny when disapointment and confusion spreads across the face of that fetishly older bare rider that I am entertaining . I own both his greatest kink and his deepest secrets. I hold their manifistation deep in my boy cunt. His cock still throbing in shock from the huge load he just laid in that young tight boi pussy , he watches his thick deposit drip along the deep dark pink slit crack, he gathers his escaping gift and pushes back into storage. That load, was for that egotisitical cocky cum slut boy who sleaszed his boi cunt up and down the virtual meat market goading, teasing begging for something he could not possibly handle. Stupid Hot FTM wanting to play sowrds with battle tested veterans. Dumb, pretty boi flagged down this bull and he had meant to break him, teach him his place at the end of his cock, he was to father this kid who needed a spanking probably more than he needed a dicking down. Not only did this Not -a- Boi, with his creamy tight pussy strangle every last drop from his dick loving balls, now he takes away the enjoyment of of a lesson well taught, a punishment well delivered, an ego well bruised. He watches as this not-a-boi wriggle from the tickless he has given himself. With an egorged ego this boi stretches and flexs legs and back, licking the discipline from his fingers like dessert was served. The confusion and desire will not leave him, he will only sink further into this not-a-boi who in turn will welcome the darkest stain of him. He will return to lose his mind and teachings will turn to worship and he will not understand how this fox cub became master. I own both his greatest kink and his deepest secrets. I hold their manifistation deep in my boy cunt. And he has just pushed every last drop back into my vault where he prays I will absorb his truth and absolve him with permssion.

Great decent of Brian. It’s very hot. I’m sure his gift giving mission will be amazing.

I'm glad a worthy man claimed your raw cunt and proudly took your true virginity. Breeding is the path to erotic intimacy. Did receiving his seed cause you to consider him as a potential long-term mate? Did he show interest in possessing you?

Oh yeah, that is hot. As a married man I know the thrill first hand of taking cock while married. And the guys that fuck me sure get turned on by that fact. I have one guy that specifically request that I wear my daughter’s panties while he’s fucking me.

Also, try not to get too much into the details with your potential mates on the apps/websites. Overdescribing it sets too many expectations. Just cover the basics (i.e. ask them to wear a jockstrap or blindfold) and set up a time and place. If there's too much back and forth past that, I think you might get anxious again.

Was it just some rando? I love fucking around in public bathrooms. I started doing it in hs. In my hs bathrooms 😈 I love the possibility of getting caught. Or getting joined. I'd fucking love to walk in on two sluts banging in a public bathroom.

Too bad you don't still have your umbilical opening. Guys could cum directly into your stomach. Could use the cord tail as a cocksleeve.

Well now I think many of us here would like to see those pics and or videos of your son.

Yes, when I was in the navy there was this socially awkward guy in my division. He had a stutter and thick glasses and the one thing we had in common is we both loved pot. Once when we we pulled into San Diego we split the cost of cheap motel room and decided to spend the weekend drinking beer and smoking weed. There were a couple of other guys there but they had duty the next day so they went back to the boat before we did. Both of us were sitting on the bed when I turned to him and asked him if he liked blowjobs. He said he sure did but he didn't have enough money left over to call a hooker. So I asked him if he ever had a blowjob from a guy. He shook his head and slid away from me a bit. He asked me if I had and I told him yes and that it feels just as good from a guy, sometimes better. He told me I was bullshitting him - there was no way. I told him I could prove it if he really wanted to know. He asked me if I was a fag. I didn't answer him - I just told him if he wanted to know he should lay back and relay and close his eyes. I took a minute but eventually he did. I knew he was nervous so I went slow. He jumped when I reached out to unbuckle his belt but he stayed laying down. I stood up to unzip his pants and I could see his eyes were squeezed shut tight. I slid his pants and underwear down just enough to see his cock pop out from underneath. It was a nice six or seven inches and dripping a little cum at the tip. I never touched his cock with anything but my lips and tongue. I slid my lips over his head and felt him tense up. I slid back off then back down deeper feeling his head touch the back of my throat. I heard him moan and his legs started to fold apart. By the time my lips slid down to his pubes the third time I could taste his precum in the back of my throat. By the time I pulled back to his head he was starting to cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop until he pushed me away. He started to load another bowl, took a hit and passed it to me. Well was it as good as a woman? He wouldn't look me in the eye but he smiled a little bit and said, better.

I have done several bb gangangs in the past not really as the cumdump but that position i have only taken up recently. i do have a lot of experience in setting up a GB. here is an essential list for you to begin with. 1. Don't do this alone, set it up & arrange with a friend you can trust who will stay with you in the room & controles the door etc. ( A good Total Top works best that likes sharing your hole with others ). 2. Advertise on some sites but make sure everyone who wants to come sends email with stats & photo's of cocks etc. without the correct details they don't get an invite. 3. Make it clear to your partner that he will be controlling who comes in the room & leaves etc & who he chooses to fill your hole. 4. If you want to make a video make sure your friend controls the video & content & not some idiot who shows everyones face & then posts that non edited content on the net, you will have the email addresses so you can share the content with who came & who did not. 5. Choose a hotel that has easy access to the room without key card access & not too much security. Try for a room on the first floor & that has access via stairs. 6. Set a time frame when everyone has to arrive a 30min window should be enough. keep it short because too much knocking on doors can alert security to your room. I hope these pointers help you out - stay safe & have fun.

So fucking hot. Love the idea of you ready to tell him no, only to instantly be on your knees preparing his cock for your ass.

My 1st time was bareback, he was rough and tore me, it was a one time fling dogging at a park. I just turned 18 and had a gf but wanted to feel someone in me. Being a anal Virgin I was tight, it felt so wrong and so right I remember telling him I wanted him to wear a rubber, but I know he pulled it off right after I put it on. When he finished I felt his cock fall limply out with his cum following that feeling of warm cum dripping down your sack from the back turned me on. But feeling it cum down my leg not so much. I got tested a month later and was negative.

Go on prep. I’ll say this... anyone regularly fucking raw without prep is chasing especially with all the information out there.

Hi everyone, this Easter my hole is available for all you pervy doms. I'll be staying with a Dom in Fort Lauderdale from Friday night until Sunday afternoon and he's letting me host 🙂 (He got his second covid shot). Can't do groups, but just one on one. Masks are best so no kissing, but I'll lick your pits, asshole, feet, drink your piss and you can piss and cum in my bussy. Hmu for more info.

Something similar to this happened to me. I went on vacation to Spain in the early 90s and met a guy at a club. We went to my hotel after clubbing and he wanted to fuck immediately. We got naked, he laid down on his back and spread his legs. I got on top of him and started grinding on him. At first I thought we were going to fuck raw, but when my dick touch his hole, he quickly grabbed a condom from his pocket and gave it to me. Then I noticed that he took out a travel size container of what looked like petroleum jelly. I was still sort of new to gay sex and I didn't know that petroleum jelly was not good to use on condoms. He lubed his hole and then laid back again. I got on top of him and stuck my dick in him and fucked him. It felt really good even though I was wearing a condom. After a few minutes, it started feeling different. I could really feel the creases of his ass walls and it got really tight. I didn't want to cum too soon, so fucked him slowly not knowing that the condom was broken. After a while I couldn't hold back, so I thrust all the way in and came real hard. I stayed inside of him for about 5 minutes and was still hard. When I pulled out, that's when I noticed that the condom had disintegrated. I got scared and was too afraid to say anything to him. I assumed he didn't say anything about the cum inside of him because he may have thought it was the lube or maybe it was leftover water from when he douched earlier. We stayed in touch for over 10 years and he was always a condom nazi, so I know that he didn't do that on purpose. We had sex many times after that and it was always with a condom. That first time was the only time that he had used petrolem jelly. After that it was with water based lube.

I always let men do whatever they want to me and use me however they want to use me. I also do anything a man tells me to do. thats my duty as a cumdumpster.if a man wants to choke me out with his cock down my throat I simply kneel there on my knees and take it. plus I have been deepthroating cocks since middle school so as long as it fits down my throat guys can fuck their cocks as deep down my throat as they want with no problem. I love the feeling of a meaty cock completely stuffing my windpipe so tightly that its impossible to breathe. as far back as high school I had a reputation for using my throat to suck guys off rather than just my mouth. I was trained early to have complete mastery of my throat muscles to use the entrance to my throat to literally jerk guys off. thats why I always say I'm not just a faggot who sucks cock. I'm a cocksucker. besides I kinda like it when some random stranger tries to choke me with their cock

I'm a cum bucket, just waiting for my Toxic Alpha Top to breed and seed me. I know I shouldn't be picky, but I fantasize about a BBC doing the deed for me. Myself, pinned down or restrained, struggling but in vain, as my tight, twitching, hairless, boi pussy is stretched and filled.

It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best. I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched. My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition." It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose. I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck. The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound. A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?" "Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face. "What do you have left?" "Lots of everything," he replied, turning around. I didn't notice his face as he did. Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point. "What'll you have?" Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop. As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back. He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand. With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now. I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it." "Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice. "I've seen you before," he said. "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here. I came by and used your hole after work." My hole twitched involuntarily. I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me. Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are. Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window. "Yeah?" I asked. "What did you think?" He grinned. "It was amazing. In fact, I'd love to use it again." "I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants. I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree. "Hell yeah," he said, still grinning. "Hop in. The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks. They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves." I didn't need any more urging. I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window. Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat. Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me. "I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?" I nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb. We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley. A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right. He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door. Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle. He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through. The space inside was cavernous. The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior. The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire. I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended. As he promised, the place was empty. The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space. He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left. The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day. Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high. He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence. Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side. Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle. I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again. Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head. Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril. I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply. My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once. He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck. Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor. By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers. Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs. The rolling table. I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees. Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor. The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time. My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach. The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples. I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft. He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat. It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day. I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches. I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin. I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could. Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva. It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it. I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see. The suspense was killing me. Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more? Fuck me with a bomb pop? My head swam with possibilities. Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'. i couldn't quite place it. It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed. Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass. An ice cube? That must be it. He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone. I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me. It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole. And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me! It felt amazing. He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers. It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls. I was in heaven! Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole. I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again. Another ice cube! As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted. He repeated this action three more times. In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me. My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now. That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again. Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me. It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat! But I wasn't to be disappointed. He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat. His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet. He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him. I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table. Then he was gone, under the table. I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table. In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it. He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole. This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been. Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke. "Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you." His cum? Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass. It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me. He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased. I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse! At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him. His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts. His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass. I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure. At least, he withdrew. "You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully. "Now you have to clean it up." I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that. His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment. He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth. As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold. There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo. I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth. He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads! But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be. My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue. What had happened? But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock. I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned. And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one. I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat. I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out. Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles. My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me. He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed. "We're cool?" he asked. I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Oh, yeah. I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?" He smiled. "I'm glad. That is one amazing set of holes you have. I'd like to do this on the regular. I even have some friends who would love to join in." The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Especially convenient since you're so close." Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time! I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up. I hoped so. I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time. I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts. And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

Hi AIDSHOER. IK WIL JE GRAAG MIJN HIGH TOXIC POZLOAD GEVEN ..... HAIL Sarah Palin

It's great to see someone being honest about this. I've the same, Over the last year, I've been in both the US/UK so been thru several lockdowns/stay-at-home orders and to be honest I continued hooking-up during all of them. Obviously some guys have been avoiding casual sex, but in my experience, FAR more a still meeting than admit to it. And that includes groups - not sure about you, but where I've been living plenty of guys were still into groups.

Hello everyone, My posts are limited here, so I'll talk about 2 things in this post. First, thank you for everyone who voted! It looks like BugBoyEric won! Which is pretty cool cause that's what BB meant when I created my profile here. I though bareback was assumed on this site when I used BBEric, so it's cool to be more open about it. Open legs, open hole and open mind 🙂 Next I had this really great hook up last night from a Poz detectable couple in Ft Lauderdale! I just signed up for BBRT and I'm loving it! I don't even use Squirt or Scruff anymore. The best part of the hook up was the connection and excitement. We literally talked for about 2 hours before we got down to business 🙂 They were completely cool and validating! They've helped subs convert before, so they've been there before! They were confident, passionate, and totally open about pervy sex in general. They even let me stay over and the next morning we had breakfast and more sex! Morning sex is the best!!!!!! One even joked when he was making breakfast and asked me if I wanted HIV with my pancakes. Now I think if I smell pancakes cooking I'll get hard lol. It was the most emotionally sexually charged (yes, I picked that word on purpose) night of my life and my hole has never been so sore. When I got home I literally crashed for 8 hours! Anyway, those are just my unorganized thoughts, I'm sure I forgot something, but just wanted to get this up! Licks for everyone! 👅 Bug Boy Eric P.S. eating ass while getting fucked is heavenly and having your ass eaten by razor stubled Daddies is even better. My hole is razor burned and I couldn't upload a pic in the message I put it as a feature pic.

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My boy is perfect for me, he is cute, smart, small, blond, masc, and a sexy little 18 year old jock boy. Pervy as they come in his head but with no clue how to have sex properly. While I enjoy fucking his tight hole when he is not fully able to take me and I cum quick as he moans in pain mostly, I really wanted him to fully enjoy it and for his hole to open up. Instead of wasting time with smoking and going to parties and all the fuss and mess of that world I called up an old buddy of mine from my old partying days and scored a small bag. Now every time when we have enough time to recover I break off a small rock, put it to the side. I get my boy and his hole warmed up. Usually start with some heavy drinking. Vodka mixed with Smart Water Recharge (for hydration). I eat that tight ass boi hole for hours and massage him and get him feeling amazing. He always begs me to fuck to fuck him as only “his big bro could”. Once his hole is open enough and lubed up just from my spit, and my cock rock hard in anticipation of transforming him into my own personal “lil bro” sex doll, I put the tiny rock into my piss slit and rocket launch my cock into him. Fuck there is no better feeling in the world then watching him transform before my eyes. His legs above my shoulders, body laid out to sacrifice before me. Seeing the hunger in his eyes grow as he moans out from the burning and tries to throw me off, but also grinds his ass back up on my cock. Soon enough his ass transforms and puffs up around my cock enveloping it in the most perfect teen cock sleeve you can imagine. The way he begs for my cock and load is like a chorus from heaven (or hell). I pound the fuck out of his hole, stopping only to eat out his ass, and maybe get some of the residual chems for myself to prolong the frenzy. We go for hours. Mostly in that position, or with him ridding me glaring into my eyes begging for more as he squats on my cock and I piston fuck the crap out of him. We talk a mad game about other men coming to use him and whoring him out, But in that moment I’d not share that ass with a single other soul. It’s too perfect, and just for me. Four or five loads and many hours later we are exhausted, I’m barely high and pass out, he’s a bit more energetic and so after we cuddle and I pass out he cleans up our room and readies a post fuck feast (usually take out or delivery - he’s fucked up). We eat, then sleep more. It’s a perfect little trip to the most incredible sex that no one needs to know about. We don’t record it. It’s just for us two. But I do get a kick of seeing how still affected by the comedown he is the next day when I have to drop off electrolytes or food to his work. A little reminder that I made him my whore the day before.

Fiction/Fantasy all wrapped in one with a pinch of "I want this" too 🙂 I have been wanting to get into the leather scene for some time now. Add this to me slut tendencies and it is probably the perfect storm. I have been working in the country for the past 5 years and am now moving back to the city and have decided to pursue my leather dreams. I am 5'7" tall and athletic build in my early 40's, so a bit of a late bloomer. Naturally smooth accept down below and I have been on PreP for the past 3 years. Just before my move, I decided to go off PreP to give my body a break. I knew it was risky, but I figured if it is going to happen, it will. One thing I intended on doing as soon as I got back to the city was get as much cock and cum as possible. I have always been turned on by dominant and confident tops in leather. Being the submissive bottom I got myself a black leather vest and a black leather kilt. It was quite short and it only went down just below my arse. I started talking to a guy on Recon named Mike who was a leather top who frequented the leather bars and events and he offered to show me around and introduce me to the scene. We never discussed status. Come Friday night he picked me up and under my kilt I wore a pair of black jocks and nothing else. I get turned on too easy and I needed some control over my cock especially when simply socializing. I got in the car and Mike lent over and kissed me right there out the front of my apartment block and slid his hand up the front of my kilt and grabbed my hardening cock. "Good - that needs to be kept under control - based on that kilt, all the action will be at the back" He then licked his middle finger and slid his hand under and slid his finger up my arsehole. "nice and clean. I think a lot of the guys tonight are going to be real happy to meet you". Mike was only a few inches taller than me, but he was built like a brick house. He was wearing a leather harness and chaps with a jock strap and boots. He was really muscly and really hairy with dark hair. He was only 35 years old. He had a 3d growth on his face that ground my face when he kiss me. And of course he was a smoker. The taste when he kissed me was intoxicating. He lent back and lit up a smoke and we drove off too the leather bar. As we drove to the bar Mike is telling me a bit about himself and that on occasions he let's guys fuck him too, but predominantly that he is a top. "That's all it takes, but that's a discussion for later. Tonight you are mine. My date. My man. Sometimes it can get a little dirty at the bar, but I will look after you" he says while his hand stays on my thigh the whole drive. "I know most of the guys there and I think you will be pretty popular in that kilt. So, as I said, you're my date tonight. But if a guy hits on you or tries to play with you, only the guys I approve can play with you." He moves his hand up to my cock again and it is straining against the jock strap. "Hmmm you like the sound of that don't you?" I smile at him and say "Fuck yeah". He then states "no matter what happens, I get to be the last one in you tonight though" and he flashes me a cheeky smile. "Actually, why don't you come back to my place tonight and spend the night. There is a lot I would like to give, I mean show, you". We get to the bar and I am surprised at how many people Mike knows. He pretty much knows everyone. He introduces me to heaps of guys all in various forms of leather and they are all really nice. We stand at a round table drinking when a guy my own height comes up and hugs Mike and looks at me and says "fuck, who is this?" Mike introduces me as his date. The guy's name is Dave and he goes off to get a beer and returns to us and tells me he is Mikes "brother". I think how cool is that to have a brother also being gay. As we are talking I feel Dave's hand on my arse and go under and I feel him start to try to finger my hole, but it is pretty dry. I look at Mike and I see that Mike knows what is going on. Mike kisses me and whispers in my ear. "Dave is a brother and a good friend. You let him do whatever he wants to you, ok?" I nod and Mike winks at Dave. Dave leans in and says "I am just gonna lube and loosen you up. Come with me. He grabs my hand and leads me to a corridor just off the bar area and before I know it i am leaning against the wall and Dave is rimming me like a pro. Guys are walking past and complementing him and slapping my kilted arse while Dave is under the back of my kilt. Dave stands up and kisses the back of my neck and whispers "Mike told me he was bringing you tonight, so I haven't cum all week and I really got to bust a load quickly now or I will explode". Without further warning he shoves his thick 7 inch cock in me right there in the hallway. "This is a gift I have been saving all week for you, and there will be more to come" and within minutes he is flooding my insides with his seed. He was horny! We walk back to Mike at our table and Mike kisses me and puts his hand under my kilt again and slides his finger in my arse and pulls it out and holds it up between us. "Fuck Dave, you have been saving it. I like Dave's cum, it is special" He licks it off his finger and then kisses me and we fight for every drop kissing. We have another drink and another of Mikes friends cums up and I am not even told his name. But Mike knows him. "Mate I have to head off, got an early start, but I really need to seed" And Mike laughs and says "sure, throw one in quickly and we can catch up on the weekend." I was expecting to go back tot he hallway or somewhere, but this guy literally pulls out his hard cock right there and steps in behind me and lifts the back of my kilt and just slides right in. "Oh nice man, all prepared - who's is it?" "Dave's" Mike says and and the guy says "hot - the special mix". I cannot believe this guy is standing behind me fucking me in the bar area. No one seems to care though. I feel a couple of deep thrusts and the guy says "here you go, my gift for you tonight" and he grunts and I can feel my arse filling with his seed. He just slides out, slaps my are and says good bye and leaves. As the night goes on I am fucked by 3 more guys all the while at the bar with Mike. Mike seems pretty proud of my arse, but after 5 loads Mike says it is getting late and it's getting time he gave me his seed. We walk out to the car and I can feel drops of cum down my legs. As we get to the car, with no warning, Mike pushes me down over the bonet of the car and shoves his 9 inch cock in me with one thrust. "Fuck yeah, wet, slippery and ready to receive my special seed" Mike fucks me hard and he is loud. A few guys have started to watch and one or two of them are telling me that Mike's cum will be the prize of the night. After 5 minutes Mike is balls deep inside me shooting rope after rope of his seed inside me and saying "take it, take my special gift tonight" I am flattered he considers his cum a gift to me. When he is done, he says stay that way. I am thinking he is gonna let more guys fuck me but he doesn't. "I could feel some cum dripping down your leg. It shouldn't be wasted". He kneels down and starts licking my arse hole and inner thighs cleaning all the cum up, and then standup and kisses me with it. After the kiss he says "would be a shame to waste it". We drive back to his place where we step out on to the balcony still in out leather gear and have a smoke and another drink. It is not long before I am bent over the railing and he is flooding my insides with another load of his seed. After the second load he sits on the chair and I straddle him and we kiss like that for a while. He looks me in the eyes and says "You like having my seed in you?" I am in heaven and I say "I love it" and kiss him again. We head inside and get out of our leathers and go to bed where we snuggle and kiss some more. Mike is smiling and says "Let me relieve some of your pressure now." He gives me the best head job I have ever had and after i shoot my seed in his mouth he moves up and dribbles it all back into my mouth. When his mouth is empty, he says "enjoy it. It's probably the last neg load you will ever shoot" and smiles and kisses me until it is all gone. After we have finished kissing with the load I am looking at him surprised, but weirdly turned on even more. He can tell. "Dave has a very high viral load, so I am pretty sure he would have done the deed. But all the other guys that I let fuck you were un-medicated poz." I reply "And you?" Mike kisses me again "I haven't been on meds for years". I don't understand what happened, but it was like a switch turning in my head. I grab his face and kiss him harder than ever and say "Then why the fuck did you stop?" Mike fucks me three more times that night, only those times he does it with purpose. He invites Dave and a few of his mates around over the rest of the weekend and they all repeatedly fuck me. Only then when totally naked do I see various forms of bio hazard tattoos on them.

"oh god jake that fucking hole" seth groaned. No matter seths original intention, he just couldnt resist an opportunity to plant a few more squirts of toxic cream into jakes guts. "I know he has such a hot little pussy doesnt he!?" mikey blurted thoughtlessly. "Mikey! ugh goddamnit" seth grunted as he pushed into the boys firm ass and shot his load. "hes not here to fucking bottom you greedy bitch" the boy hissed as he drew his prick out of jakes leaking hole with a slurp, slapping his ass. "hes here to stick that big filthy poz cock in pretty straight boys and fill them full of poison cum, not take toxic loads from your monster cock." "what??!" clint jumped to life and scrambled into the plush couch as mikey gripped the boys hips to control him. "oh come on clint we're all just one big happy family here." clints frightened eyes looked up at Jake, gently sawing in and out of the semiconscious boy beneath him. Jake stared back, a tinge of regret on his face as he whispered a single word. "sorry." Seth began rubbing clints shoulders as the boy resigned himself to his fate. "Jake got his nice gift from me. He used to be such a good boy, he would never ever play without a condom. But I changed all that. I made him crave the warm sweet velvety grip of a raw boypussy clint. I made him shoot over and over again until he quit thinking about anything but the hole." seth smiled. "now be a good boy and let the big cock cum inside." Clint moaned and sobbed as Mikeys balls softly slapped against his butt, his own body a silent and willing partner in his conversion as his hole happily suckled the throbbing meat. "sshh, youre doing great clint, mikeys almost there-" "Jake!" clint blurted between thrusts. "if i have to do this i want jake to do it. please. just let jake do it." clint pleaded with mikey as he slowed his thrusts. "goddamnit fine, Jake get over here, youve clearly fucked this boy stupid." Jake rose to his feet and traded places as mikey slammed deep and hard into Chris. "he has a boyfriend you know clint." Mikey grabbed Chris by the throat and began slam fucking the boys hole as he plowed the cummy pussy. Seth wiped the tears from clints face. "dont be a grump mikey." seth scolded. "just take your time clint. I know this is new, and sometimes new things can be a little scary, but I know youre going to love this. Jakes going to make you special." clint gave a half smile and sat up. "let me clean it first, please?" Jake nodded to the boy as he began licking away at his hard tool. "ok buddy, i think we're all set" jake said as he gently pushed the boy back onto the couch. Jake pumped a glob of lube onto the head of his cock, and carefully spread it between clints pink hole as he nudged the boys soft cunt. "im scared jake." clints voice was shakey as he stared into mikeys eyes. "its okay baby im right here." Jake pushed forward into the boy "feel me inside?" Clint nodded eagerly as they began gently fucking. Seth stood confused, fondling his swollen balls as he watched the beguiling scene unfold. Why the fuck did clint care? eight hours ago he was still just some nice guy mikey brought home from work to watch the game or some equally boldfaced lie, and now he not only obediently held his legs up for a poz cock but had a preference? Mikey hadnt dated in years, why would he? a cock is a cock. nothing more, nothing less. glancing over at mikey he watched the ravenous boy slap Chris across the face. "take my toxic fucking seed you faggot" he growled, buried to the hilt in the poor boys wrecked cunt. "now that is a fuck." seth thought. Something he just understood. but whatever Jake was doing? it was...almost exotic to him. "you can fuck me harder jake" clint offered tentatively. "there ya go buddy, nice and deep. feels good?" "clint groaned and nodded. "feels amazing." he sighed. Jake reached down to stroke the teens leaking tool. "no wait stop! youre gonna make m-me-" clint gasped as his nuts delivered jet after warm jet of juice across his chest. "its okay clint, dont fight, just cum on my cock. Im almost there" clints spasming hole was almost too much as Jake methodically continued stroking into the boys sensitive cunt. "Its time baby, are you ready?" clint reached down, spreading his ass for Jakes powerful cock. "cum in me. make me....make me poz." he pleaded with teary eyes. "sshhh" Jake soothed. he leaned down, face to face with clint as he pushed deep into his guts, spraying the boys insides over and over again with thick poz seed. "thats it clint youre doing great, take the load...take the load" Jake pulled his dripping spent cock from the boys ass as it began to leak. "oh no!" clints hands rushed down to cover his puffy ring. He couldnt just let jakes seed leak out of him, not after this. What if this was the last time? would Jake ever breed him again? Clint clutched the priceless seed as it dribbled out of him. "hey there dont worry about it" jake chuckled, "I make more you know..." clint laughed as Jake kissed the boy softly. "will you fuck me more?" clint asked bashfully. "of course clint. dont you worry about the conversion, Ill keep fucking you full of cum until youre nice and poz." Seth watched curiously. This was almost..dare he say it, romantic? no. This wasnt romance, it couldnt be. How could this kid go from straight laced and boring to some kind of...fawning Jake lover? It was all too weird. "what the fuck is love anyway." he scoffed to himself. "hey seth" mikey roused the perplexed boy from his train of thought. "get his arms and help me put him in the bathtub" mikey lifted Chris into his arms, his cock still seated deeply in the boy. "why" seth asked flatly. "because I just filled him full of piss and im not in the mood to rent a carpet cleaner." "HAH!" seth snorted. now that was more like it. As they gently laid Chris into the tub, Seth let out a sigh of contentment as his stream of hot piss spashed onto Chris, soaking his hair and chest. "such a thirsty boy" he whispered.

When I was 10 my mom and step dad got a divorce. Through a few different circumstances I ended up going to live with my step Dad. He was really the only father I have ever known so I think of him as my father. We moved into a one bedroom apt a couple hundred miles away from my mom so we both were new to the area and spent all of our time together. My dad was and is an extremely handsome 6’3 muscular man. I unfortunately didn’t get height from my gene pool. At 10 I already knew I was not the same as other kids my age. I was not big into sports, video games, any of the regular male activities kids did at that age. I really enjoyed hanging with my dad, cooking and being a general home body. Because we lived in a one bed apt my Dad gave me the bed room and he slept on the couch. After a few months of him waking up with back issues I told him we could sleep together in the same room. I remember thinking the first night that i liked being in bed with him. I think we both slept better. Over time we settled in to our routine of me going to school, coming home and taking care of cleaning the apt and cooking. We would go on walks and talk all of the time. When I was 11 almost 12 I started to have different feelings and I remember that I always would try to catch my Dad coming out of the shower or sometimes my hand would move over to his side of the bed and slightly touch his dick. When I had the opportunity to see my dads cock I was mesmerized. I didn’t know that he was above average at the time. I thought my cock was going to get that big some day. It never did. Lol. More and more I would slide my hand over to his side of the bed to try to get a feel of his cock. Once in a while it was hard and I would try to get more of it in my hand. One night, we’ll it was more early morning i had his cock almost fully in my hand when he started to stir like he was going to wake up. I started to move my hand away and he grabbed it and put it back on his cock. I lates there and thought how incredible it was. Over the next months and year we became more and more comfortable with each other’s bodies. It was just a given that I would hold and rub his cock each night and he started playing with my hole. Everything felt so organic and natural. When I was 13 I started to little spoon him. I loved the way his big cock would feel on my ass. When he is hard he leaks precum a lot. He would rub it on my hole and finger me. I would naturally buck and back up on his finger/fingers and moan. He would get off and blow his load on my back. This went on for a while and at some point I started pushing back on his cock when it at my hole. At first I could only get the tip in and the whole head and so on. By the time I was 14 my dad was breeding me all the time. He taught me everything about how a bottom takes care of their mans needs and i loves it. It wasn’t just sex we made love. I became the woman of the house and I really loved the role. We had and still have a great relationship. But like all great things it had to come to an end. I went off to college and my freshman year contracted hiv. My dad ended our sexual relationship at that point. To this day I have never found a man that can take me to the places sexually that he can. But of course I am going to keep trying. Lol

Part 2 I didn't have long to ponder my fate as a blindfold was placed over my eye's and a mouth spreader was forced in my mouth, stretching my jaws far apart. I felt someone messing with my cock and balls, forcing my cock into some kind of tube. I instantly felt sharp pins digging into my flesh and realized it was a studded chastity cage, one that would cause great pain if I tried to get hard. I tried to protest, but couldn't get words out through the gag. The next thing I felt was someone tying a band around my bicep. This was followed by a slight prick in my arm. After a few seconds the band was released and HOLY FUCK!! Waves like I never felt before rushed through my entire body, seizing my lungs in a death grip. I coughed violently for about a minute, then dissapeared into pure euphoria. I vaguely felt my head being released, being left to dangle. A rag was tied around my nose and I recognized the smell of poppers, sending my brain into outer space, and my asshole craving anything to be shoved in it. I didn't have to wait. A hard cock slammed into my guts as another one plunged down my helpless throat. I was brutally fucked from both ends, unable to do a thing to stop it. I could hear the voices of the men as they cheered the two rapists on. "Fuck that jock cunt" they yelled. "Bust that whore open! Teach him his new position in life as a worthless cumdump!" Over and over the cocks pillaged my holes, finally dumping their loads deep in me. They were quickly replaced by two more cocks, slamming me deep with no mercy. I just hung there and took my assault, moaning at the pleasure of having my holes ravaged. After they pumped their seed into my body, the mouth stretcher was removed. "How do you feel pig?" my new Master asked. "More please Sir!" I barely croaked out of my battered throat. "I need more cock Sir!" I begged. Master just laughed."I told you you'd become my whore! You thought you were such hot shit, now you're just a cumdump!" With that something new was shoved into my mouth and buckeled behind my head. My head was raised up and secured into place as a new cock entered my ass. The next thing I knew, warm piss was flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it down to keep from drowning while I was fucked by unseen cock. Over the next several hours I took cock after cock after cock. I have no idea many loads of cum were pumped into my perfect teen ass, or how much piss I had drunk. All I know is by the time the sun started to rise, I was a forever changed slut. My cunt was a stretched out sloppy mess, and I still wanted more! After the last stranger bred me, a large butt plug was shoved in my overflowing jock pussy and I was finally let out of the sling. Master guided me over to a cage and shoved me inside, locking it. "Try and get some rest slave." he instructed me. "I have more plans for you later." I couldn't wait to find out....