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It’s been about a year or two since i’ve posted here. I was recently in a relationship. (still am) and the dude has a high sex drive like me so it was perfect. i was fine taking multiple loads from him each day. Guess he needed more though. He recently told me that he cheated on me which absolutely broke me. but i forgave him. Kinda. I sat here and thought to myself and I wanna stress that i am not an eye for eye type of person. However, there are some other factors that i’ll spare you all from and get on with it. I took a trip to Denver by myself to clear my mind a bit. I didn’t plan on cheating back, but i went to the Park Meadows mall, and there are lots of horny married men there. I caught the eye of a tall middle aged looking black guy and followed him into the bathroom in Macy’s. He went in one stall, I went into the next and he slid his soft cock under the stall. I took him in my mouth and let his huge member grow. He had to of been 8 inches. If you have read any of my previous posts you would know that like many of you, i am a greedy cum hungry bottom that gets pleasure from my pussy. I slid my shorts off and stuffed this stud inside my hole. He fucked me nice and deep and made sure to leave me full of his nut. i cleaned him up and he went on his way. I laid on the dirty bathroom floor like the whore i am and fingered the load even deeper inside of me. I figured that i just got lucky with cruising so i decided to head back to my hotel. I stopped at a porn store on my way there though. It was a pay for the day sort of deal. I paid my fee and walked in to get a feel for the place. They had gloryhole booths as well as 2 viewing theaters. I have done gloryholes on many occasions and i always love them. But i decided to try the theatre out. upon entering the theatre i see a few dudes turn to me and look away. I love attention from men. So i decided i would strip down to my jock. Eyes were back on me. I walk down the ramp as i feel hands grab and feel my ass. A few minutes later and i feel hands gripping my waste and a cock head knocking on my hole. I feel the cock to make sure there isn’t a condom on it and much to my joy there wasn’t. i bend over so this unknown man can fuck my pussy as deep as he pleases. he pushes me against the wall and places a hand around my neck. He is fucking me with so much dominance. his pace picks up and he lets out a sexy deep moan as he fills my guts with his babies. We’ve attracted a crowd of 6. I turn around and am greeted by another man. a beefy bear. he kisses me as he pushes me back on the wall and lifts both my legs up to get at my hole. He drives his cock into my cummy hole and fucks another load into me. I take 3 more loads in the theatre before heading to the glory hole. It seemed like everyone was in the theatre until someone finally joined the booth next to me. i can’t see this dude but he slips his cock through. I suck on his bushy, beer can of cock before i consume it with my greedy pussy lips. He wastes no time churning the loads in me. I can feel my cock swelling until it finally shoots with no help and shortly he follows. I left denver full of cum.

Sometimes big things comes in small packages; the size of something does not always reflect its worth. Think of a great big old empty cold house compared to a little cozy homey cottage. So yes, it's true that big things come in small packages. This is the case when it comes to Rich. At the time A4A was my app of choice and that’s where I ran across Rich. His screen name was Debauchery69 and at first glance his profile seemed very reserved and his photos weren't really that impressive; face, chest, ass. He was a small guy; thin and short. He wore a leather harness and a leather jock strap. There were no nudes at all. I would have to fill in the rest on my own. I, on the other hand, had the kind of pictures in my profile that would have made a porn star blush. Rich is the one who reached out to make contact first. His initial contact was a simple, “Hey.” After a few one-word exchanges I found out that he was a top and was into leather and basically liked to call the shots. My ears perked up a little. I sensed that he was a quiet type of a guy as the chit-chat continued. We delved a little deeper into our perspective preferences and then there was a lag in messages. I took note that he wasn't crude or slutty in his any of his responses. I figured he'd lost interest especially since my responses were a little on the tepid side, too. But then, I received this message: “I would like to come over, walk into your house and find you in a darkened room on all fours ass-up, blindfolded and wearing only a jock strap.” Now that got my attention. The scene he conjured was so erotic and cryptic to me. I was immediately intrigued and reread his profile. I have to admit I wasn’t sure what his screen name meant so I looked it up: Debauchery69. de·bauch·er·y NOUN 1.excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures synonyms: degeneracy · corruption · vice · depravity · immodesty · indecency · perversion I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him immediately. Anyone who could describe themselves like this in such a quiet passive way all the while exuding confidence and sexual prowess and without any of the vibrato and theater that so many dominant men display has got to be a sexual knight. So not to scare him off, I demurely replied that I could make that happen and asked him when. He responded Friday after work around 10:00 p.m. Okay. it was on. I still had no idea what he looked like or what he was truly into, but he created an intrigue that wanted to find out. Friday night rolled around and I took my time getting ready. I put my shower shot into high gear and stripped my bed and replaced it with a black leather fitted sheet. I turned off all of my lights except a few strategic ones that would help him find his way. I put on soft fuck music to set the mood and chose to forego playing porn. He didn’t seem like the kind of a guy who appreciated porn. For some reason, I wanted to connect with him without disruptions. I lit a few candles, readied my bedside with lube, poppers and a few hand towels. About 9:30 he texted, “Looks like I’m getting off work on-time. What is your address?” I replied with the address and told him to enter through the side door, come up the stairs and down the hall. Mine would be the only bedroom with the door opened.” I wore my favorite jockstrap and cock ring and sat and waited. The anticipation was starting to get me a little anxious. What does this guy look like? Is this safe? Am I crazy? This could be seriously dangerous. But I did have his cell number and he has responded and therefore he could be traced. I erased those thoughts and focused on the positive. I hoped he would have a nice size cock but not too big. I want to really relax and not tense up. While sitting on my bed fantasizing about Debauchery69, my phone lit up, “I’m here. Remember blindfolded, ass up on the bed, dark room.” I had everything in place. My room was dark with the exception of the two small candles on opposite sides of the room so that he could navigate. I grabbed my dark blue paisley western bandanna and rolled it up then tied it around my head covering my eyes. I adjusted my white BIKE jock and got up on the bed on all fours with my chest down and ass up. I waited. I was intently listening for him. The wait seemed to go on forever even though it had only been a few minutes. As I focused on sounds in the house listening for the door to open, my dick started hardening. Wait, was that him? No, that was the ice-maker. I continued to listen. Suddenly I heard the creak of the door hinges and then the closing of the door. I heard the steps creaking as he navigated the run of the staircase. I could hear that he was in the hallway and moving closer to my bedroom. Suddenly, I smelled him in my room. I felt his presence. He said nothing. My hole started to twitch giving my self-control away to him. A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. A belt buckle was unbuckled and the unmistakable sound of a zipper descended followed by denim being dropped to the floor. My nipples started to harden. His hands were a little cold when he put them on my butt cheeks and massaged them like only an ass-man would. Occasionally he spread them letting a cool rush of air graze my hole. I cooed and arched my back. He climbed onto the bed and moved around to the front of me guiding my head to his crotch which was encased in a well-worn leather jock strap. I inhaled the leather and his musk permeating from his crotch. Pheromones were practically oozing from his body causing a me to get closer. The smell was intoxicating. My physiology changed as I inhaled and I began wanting to devour his jock and everything it concealed. But he restrained me. Being blindfolded intensified everything. I was on heightened alert trying to second guess everything he was doing. I felt wetness coming from the pouch of my jock and realized I was leaking precum from the anticipation. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “My name is Rich and I’m going to take good care of you.” I started to say something but he shushed me, “Shhhhh. Relax. Everything I need to know you’ll tell me with your body.” He was very intimate, very sexy and very much in charge. I reached up and grabbed a hold on his hips. He was small; really small. My hands moved up and roamed his upper torso. This guy was only 135 – 140lbs, completely hairless with a chiseled chest complete with sumptuous protruding nips. He let me wander all over his body almost as if he were compensating me for my lack of sight. He had the tiniest bubble ass that easily fit into the palm of each had. He reached down to unsnap his jock strap and fished out his cock and balls. The aroma made my blindfolded eyes roll to the back of my head. Rich had a very pungent, yet alluring, masculine scent. I inhaled deeply as if I were taking a hit of poppers and held it in. He still had his hand on the back of my head, but not necessarily directing me where to go. I started at his thick wiry bush by pushing my face into the center of his pelvis and began licking and matting his hair with copious amounts of saliva. Once his bush was soaked, I dropped down to his tight walnut-sized balls and popped both in my mouth and sucked. His nut sack was smooth perfectly sized for my mouth. I could feel his cock rising from the attention I was giving his nuts. I slowly let them escape half-way only to draw them back into my mouth. I did this several times before bottoming out and sucking his balls deep into my mouth and then using my teeth to ever-so-slightly bite down, letting him know that yes, I had his entire nut sack in my mouth. Between Rich grinding his hips forward, me pulling his ass-cheeks toward me and the suction I was causing, his nuts were in nirvana. It was so fucking hot to be ‘deep throating’ his ball sack. Rich grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his balls and guided me to his cock. I hadn’t yet felt his cock and was so wrapped up what was happening that I all but forgot about his cock. First he let me have just the head; he was circumcised and didn’t appear to be fat. He pulled my head back teasing me. Then fed me the head again which I sucked and tried to get more. He repeated this a few more times before slowing letting me glide down the length of his cock. His cock wasn’t fat nor was it thin. It was actually quite perfect for me. But length is where he surprised me. He continued to feed me. When I thought I must be at the base, he continued to slide in further and then even further until he hit the back of my throat. Seriously, how long was this guy’s cock? I was slobbering quite a bit while trying to get his cock further into my throat. I reached up and took hold of the base of his cock and realized that I only had two-thirds of it in. There was no way on my knees that I would be able to go any further. Rich was very wet at this point so that wasn’t the problem. Keeping his dick in my mouth, I turned over onto my back, took a deep breath, grabbed his butt and pulled him all the way into my throat. When he hit the back of my mouth, my esophagus open up and his cock continued all the way into the back of my throat. “Ahhh,” was all I heard followed by a long, slow, lust-driven exhale. Rich grabbed me under the shoulder pits and drug me to the edge of the bed leaving my head hanging off the end and his cock still buried balls-deep. Gripping his ass cheeks, I forced him to fuck my throat. He only needed a little help and soon took over from there. Precum, spit and mouth goo were seeping everywhere. He started pulling all the way out and plunging back in to his balls. Again, and again, and again. He fucked like that for quite a while grunting each time he bottomed out. My jaw and cheeks muscles started to ache and Rich sensed it was time and slowly withdrew. After giving me a moment to recuperate, he dropped his balls in my mouth again. I sucked them all the way in and went to work. Teabagging this dude was putting me in a trance. I wanted to swallow his nutsack. Rich started tweaking my tits adding more and more pressure. I squirmed and groaned when I felt his nails pinching and digging into my nipples sending vibrations through his balls and out to his entire groin area. He spit on his hand and reached between my legs and found my hole. I spread my legs further giving him as much access as he needed. He inserted one finger and played around the rim making me horny for more. He added a second finger and slowly started to penetrate further. Rich withdrew his fingers from my ass and then his balls from my mouth and walked around to the other side of the bed facing my ass. Still on my stomach, I lifted my ass off the bed and arched my back. Barely audible he whispered, “Good boy.” Grabbing my ass cheeks again, he spread them apart and buried his face in my ditch. His tongue was what I was secretly craved. My ass reflexively pressed backwards and he got a little deeper. All I could do was whimper. I wanted this guy to devour my hole. He continued to eat and was actually softly growling into the depth of my hole. I felt a finger tracing around the perimeter of my asslips and massaging the rim. Rich removed his face from my ass and got off the bed and walked around to the other side of the bed again. He squatted down in front of me, lifted my head, pressed his lips to mine and inserted his tongue. He started making out and I felt his tongue everywhere inside my mouth. While we made out, I heard the unmistakable sound of the screw cap being removed from a bottle. I knew what was coming. He retracted and closed my left nostril and held the bottle to my right one. Instinctively, I inhaled deeply. Then he switched and did the other. He didn’t partake and returned to the opposite side of the bed. He spread my cheeks, spit into my hole and inserted two fingers and fucked them into me. He finger fucked me with intention and just as I began lift-off added a third finger. I cocked my head as if trying to listen to what he was doing, but all I could depend on was my sense of feeling. I was on hyper alert yet pushed my ass back a little further. A fourth finger was added. I was so glad I was fucked up on poppers because this was getting intense. Again, I pushed back and Rich ground the palm of his hand all around the inside of my cunt causing me to moan like a cheap whore. It was at that moment that I realized he was going to try to fist me. I was kind of stunned because that possibility never downed on me. Yes, these four fingers were causing me to purr and arch my back like a cat in a yoga pose, but I cannot take a fist. Impossible. Rich continued his magic on my ass and hitting me with poppers from time to time and I continued to moan and squirm. I could feel him adding a little pressure here and there, but he couldn’t make any more progress than he had already made. I was tense and nervous. He withdrew his palm leaving me with emptiness and feeling disappointed. I felt his body crawl up on my back and his breath on my neck and he whispered, again barely audible, “Not tonight, you’re not ready, but soon, baby, soon.” He fed me another double hit of poppers and positioned his cockhead at the walls of my cunt and pushed completely in to his balls. The feeling of his long cock buried deep inside me was spiritual. He started to fuck me and I fucked right along with him. He picked up the pace and lifted his torso off my back to gain more leverage. I had to bunch up the sheets in each hand to give me traction to take such a hard pounding. I got the perfect grip allowing me to fuck him back with the same force he was using on me. There was lots of heavy breathing, grunting and groaning between the two of us; the kind of sounds that can only be made with a hard serious fucking. He would stop to give me poppers and to spit on his cock but then fucking would resume full force. By this time his cock and my ass was dripping with ass juices mixed with cock snot; gooey and slimy. I love nasty fucking like this. The sounds bring out the animal in me. He started piston fucking me by pulling his cock all the way out and without needing to touch it, slammed it back in to the balls. Rich suddenly pulled out, jumped off the bed and came around grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock down my throat. It was so warm from the friction and wet and greasy. It slid, once again, past my esophagus and traveled to the end of my throat with absolutely no resistance. He fucked my throat for about ten strokes while I opened my throat to take whatever he was prepared to give me. He fed me more poppers and jumped back around and slammed his cock into my ass. I could feel a film of sweat between us and Rich’s breathing increased. He slowed for a second and I could hear the click of his camera snapping pictures. His cock and my hole created a magnetic field that kept attracting and repelling cock and ass over and over again. Rich continued his relentless assault stopping or slowing every few minutes to prolong his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulse each time he edged. Sweat was now dripping onto my back profusely and I could tell the sheets beneath me were getting wet, too. He pulled out and turned me over, lifted my legs, grabbed both my arms and restrained me by locking both my wrists above my head. Then shoved his cock back where it belonged; in my hot, fucked, wet hungry cunt. “Dude, fuck me, please keep fucking me,” I heard coming from somewhere deep inside me. I was moaning and being unconcerned with my own masculinity at the moment, began to beg, “I love your fucking cock, fuck me, man.” I could feel his breathing getting faster as he leaned down and kissed me. I moaned and made out with him. Rich lifted his head and started punch fucking me with his cock; faster and harder. I swear we were banging bone against bone, his pelvic bone against my tail bone. Still blindfolded and soaked with sweat, I began having an almost out of body experience. Without touching my cock, I felt my balls tighten, my asshole constrict and felt a tingling sensation travel from the center of my balls and up through my cock. “Oh fuck! I’m fucking shooting!” I shot load after load onto my stomach and chest merging it with the sweat we had created between us. Rich pulled out, froze and grunted in a deep lustful rasp that came from the core of his soul and rippled throughout his body. I felt the first splatter of liquid silk spray across my chest, face and hair. The second came immediately followed by the third. I realized that Rich was aiming his cock at me because by the fifth volley I was being covered in cum. I could actually hear each volley land on me. The smell of cum dominated the room. He collapsed onto the bed next to me to catch his breath. I was speechless not knowing what to say. I wanted to offer a shower, but needed to catch my breath first. I wanted to see if he needed water because this had been one of the most intense workouts I’ve ever had. The jism began to change from a gel to a liquid and ran down the sides of my face, chest and torso. Rich got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running indicating he was cleaning up a bit. I should have offered a shower but somehow the words didn’t come. Without saying anything, he started getting dressed. A t-shirt was being pulled over his head. Jeans were being pulled up and zipped and a belt was clanking and then buckled. When he was finished, he knelt down and whispered into my ear, “That was hot. Let’s do this again.” And he walked out of the bedroom, down the hall, down the staircase and out the side door. He was gone. The house was silent. I remained on the bed bathing in the afterglow and sweat until I heard his car drive off. Only then did I take off my bandanna off and look at my body. I was completely glistening in cum. It was everywhere. I scooped cum from my hair, chest and stomach and grabbed my cock and jacked off with Riches load. Rich actually became one of my favorite fuck buddies. Every time we met it was the same; after work, me in a jockstrap, him in leather and me blindfolded. I finally got to see what he looked like on our second visit. He was exactly like I imaged small in stature with pale white skin and black hair. He was neither handsome nor ugly, yet I was very attracted to him. We remained constant fuck buddies for about 3 years. He was never able to fist me but we had fun trying. He stopped messaging me one day, removed his profile and disappeared. I never heard from him again. What I learned from Rich was how to be a gentleman and practice debauchery; they can coexist. I loved him as only a gay man could possibly understand.

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

If it was the 1992 version - "The New Joy of Gay Sex", I was one of the models for that - I'm in 2 one on one panels and a couple of group panels - and you're right, the fisting panel in the book was very hoT (I worked for the artist that summer as well, so got to be at other modelling sessions beside my own). This was the most recogizable one of me - the bathroom stall where the photo the artwork is based on was at The Crown and Anchor in P'Town and was shot during the slower afternoon - the owner and the bartender watching and jerking... I was 29 and appear as the bottom in the panel and truly the Daddy gave me a nice fuck as we did, but despite appearances, I was top/vers and he was bottom/vers in "real life", so to the delight and a bit of consternation of the onlookers, when the camera shoot was done we switched places and I banged him for all I was worth... leading to him taking my fist, then both fists, back at his place... and we got PAID for that! (artwork by Fowler, NJofGS, 1992)

Thanks for all the feedback guys and for your patience. Hope you enjoy this newest addition: The black stud stood just inside the door and moved his hand down to the already-thickening bulge in his tight jeans and began massaging the growing lump. He turned his face toward Leather Daddy and said, “Damn man you told me you had a couple fucked up pigs here but this is hotter than I'd expected!” His voice was deep, kind of a baritone, and was full of lust and masculinity. “His ass tight on your fist boi?” he asked, looking into my eyes. “Yes, Sir,” I answered. “Tight and warm and hungry.” I inched my arm forward slightly, causing Trevor to moan deep and push back immediately onto my fist and wrist filling up his fuckhole. The black god chuckled and stepped forward a couple feet. “Sounds like you like your pig bro's fist inside your pussy pig,” he said to Trevor. “Do you?” “Oh gawd yes I do Sir! It feels amazing! Need my hole stuffed with something all the time!” The visitor stood right in front of Trevor, grabbed a handful of his thick curly sweaty black hair and pulled his face right into the obscenely packed crotch of his pants. Trevor moaned hungrily and began licking the full crotch of the jeans and rubbing his face against it. “Would you like to feel my big black daddy dick stuffed up your cunt slut? It's huge as fuck. Can you take this much up in your hole boi?” Trevor was sucking on the covered meat pressed against his lips and panted, “Yes, Sir, Please!! I can take it Sir! I have to feel your big black daddy dick stretching my pig hole open. Fill my ass with your huge fucking cock Sir then fuck me until you give me your cum and mark me! PLEASE!!” “Hungry cock whore aintcha? Don't worry slut, Daddy Mason is going to feed you.” Trevor groaned with anticipation when he heard that. Daddy Mason stepped back and dropped his massive frame in a leather chair a couple feet out of the reach of Trevor's mouth. He looked at me and ordered me to ease my fist out of the bottom pig's hole. As I began pulling back slowly from Trevor's gripping chute Daddy Mason took the loaded pipe and torch Leather Daddy handed him and began heating up the bowl, watching the need for more smoke clearly showing on Trevor's face. “You look like you're hungry for more than just Daddy Mason's cock in your hole pig. You're hungry for more of this fucking awesome white smoke too aren't ya?” “Yes Sir, Daddy,” Trevor answered, his voice husky from all the smoke he'd inhaled already. “I fucking love sucking down the white smoke. It makes me hungry for more cock and cum and piss. It gets me so ready Sir to take all 3 of you in my mouth and ass and be your cumdump and urinal.” Daddy Mason took a long draw from the pipe looking into Trevor's sweaty face and black eyes. Just as he exhaled a massive cloud of smoke in Trevor's face I freed my fist from the tweaked up pig's ass with an audible “pop” and a moan from Trevor. “Now that your ass ain't filled crawl over here slut and get Daddy's black monster out of these pants and start worshipping it with your mouth. Do a good job boi and you'll get to suck down more smoke too.” Like the meth-and-cock bottom whore he now was, Trevor didn't need to be told twice. With a deep animalistic sound out of his throat the tweaked up knocked up sexy fucking pig crawled quickly between Daddy Mason's spread legs and pressed his tongue against the covered nuts full of the sperm he craved, lapping hungrily at the area as his hands and fingers worked quickly to unsnap the button and pull down the zipper, the only things separating Trevor's drooling mouth from the massive meat he was eager to impale his throat on. “It's fucking huge, Daddy!” Trevor moaned. “Beautiful fucking huge black daddy dick!” With the last word I watched the cock whore run his tongue across the wide piss slit lapping up a big pearl of precum as he began tugging at Daddy Mason's pants pulling them down his muscled thighs and freeing the entire shaft and cum-heavy nuts. The BBC exposed to us was the longest and fattest cock I had ever seen! It had to be 11” long and easily 5” to 6” around. “Holy fuck!” I moaned as I felt my mouth water and my partyed up ass twitch in hunger and desire. From behind me I heard Leather Daddy laugh softly as he whispered erotically in my ear, “Yeah, boy, my sexy black friend has an awesome fucking piece of black meat, doesn't he? I knew you'd like it, you and your bottom pig brother both.” I groaned and pushed back against Daddy as I felt him pressing his sweaty hairy chest against my back and felt the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands grab onto my hardened nips and begin pulling and twisting them. “Do you think the slut will be able to take all of that black fuckpole down his throat or up his sloppy boicunt?”, Leather Daddy continued as I felt his tongue, lips and teeth working on the side of my neck. “I want to see that Daddy,” I moaned softly. “It'll be hot as fucking hell to watch Daddy Mason's fat hard raw dick disappear inside both of the pig's holes! Hearing him scream getting stretched wider than ever and at the same time begging for Daddy Mason to give him more!” We were watching and slowly grinding against each other as we saw Trevor pull off Daddy Mason's pants leaving him totally naked before the groaning cock pig between his wide spread legs. “Lick Daddy's nuts boi,” he ordered the whore. “Let me feel your tongue working on my nuts and getting them ready to unload the first load for you. The first of many. Show Daddy Mason how bad you want what he has to give you.” With a growl Trevor buried his face in the black stud's groin and began noisily slurping and licking and kissing the orbs of flesh that held the essence he needed. Daddy Mason took a huge hit off the pipe as Trevor feasted on the full balls and Leather Daddy continued to work my nips and rub his leaking toxic cockhead around and onto my hungry fuckhole. “Fuck yeah, you damn little cock pig!”, Daddy Mason cried out exhaling a huge white cloud of sex smoke down on Trevor. “That's it pig! Work those nuts. Make 'em give up what they're carrying and flood your fucking throat. Feed you Daddy Mason's thick special cumload filled with what you need boi!” Turning my head slightly so I could watch the scene before me but still whisper into Daddy's ear, I asked him, “Special cumload? Does he mean what I think he means, Daddy?” Leather Daddy ran his tongue up my neck to my ear, using the tip to tickle just inside the ear, and whispered back, “He sure the fuck does, son. Your pig brother is about to get another strain of poz cum dumped down his throat! And then some!” (to be continued)

Chapter 2. My new friends made out in the shower as I wrapped the towel around my waist, barely hiding my hard sticky cock pressing against my thigh. I headed out of the locker room and down the hall. There were a few booths with some guys relaxing on narrow thin mattresses, some smiled at me as I passed, and some were already busy either fucking or getting fucked. I stopped for a few moments to watch a muscle stud fill up a skinny dark-skinned bottom wearing a yellow bracelet. He held that guy’s hips in place as he pounded into him, only stopping after he came hard and then worked that load in pretty deep. He slowly pulled out, slapped the bottom’s ass and walked away, brushing past me in the narrow hallway. The bottom worked the fresh load out of his ass with his fingers, and held eye contact with me as he licked them clean. I nodded and moved on. I went into a dry sauna, took off my towel, spread it out on the wooden bench, sat down, spread my legs and played with my cummy ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, working my fingers in and out of my hole. I hadn’t necessarily planned on giving and taking loads, but within ten minutes of taking my clothes off, I’d done just that. Not to mention I had taken a POZ load. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to the sauna creaked open. A tall burly man, with a shaved head and a furry blond chest came in, clutching his towel. The towel wrapped around me just fine, but on this man, it barely made it around him. He nodded at me, and grinned, opening his towel and scratching his big furry nuts. He sat down next to me on the bench and spread his legs wide. I nodded at him, taking in his muscular chest and abs, going down to a sizeable uncut cock. He smiled and scooched over to me until his knee touched mine. He looked at my hand, then at his cock, inviting me to touch it. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Even soft, my fingers barely touched as they grasped the root of his cock. I hefted his fuzzy blond balls a bit as he leaned back and moaned. His cock steadily grew in girth and length. He reached over, with his head still back, not looking at me, and groped for my hole. When his fingertips found my ass, he smeared some of the toxic top’s seed around and brought it to his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he tasted that POZ cum and smirked, knowing that I was taking loads. It was sweltering hot in that sauna, and both of us were pouring sweat. He stood up and gestured to the door. I grabbed my towel and followed him. This hulk led me down the hall to whirlpool, stark naked with his gigantic cock bouncing the whole way. Only then did I notice the small dark blue scorpion tattoo on the small of his back. I was pretty sure that meant he was POZ. He sat on the edge and I sat beside him. He smirked at me, spread his legs, and gestured to his cock, harder than ever, with a pearl of fresh precum at the head. I crouched before him in the water and swallowed his cock, well, as much of it as I could. He hadn’t spoken a word to me and just groaned as I tried my best to get my mouth all the way around his monster cock. He leaned forward and started working his fingers into my ass. I squirmed, still only lubed with that first POZ load. The hulk spun me around, and I realized that there were three guys in the hot tub jerking each other off. One stood up and walked through the water to me, shaking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth to let him know I was willing to blow him. As I started lapping at his uncut cock, the hulk spit on my hole and started lapping at it. He chuckled and muttered the only word he would to me, "Sau…." I’m pretty sure he called me a pig. Meanwhile the guy in my mouth held my head still and pounded my throat. He put his hand on my forehead forcing my eyes up at him. He spat right in my face and his friends cheered him on. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. I thought he wanted to shoot down my throat, but he just stayed there, flexing his cock. The hunk stood up and slammed his thick bare cock into me. I gagged on the cock in my mouth, gasping for breath through my nostrils. The hulk pounded my ass as I did my best to keep from passing out. I could feel the cock in my throat flex as its owner nodded to the hulk bare-fucking me. At the same time, I felt cum pelting the back of my throat and a warm wetness in my ass. Two loads of POZ cum in my hole, and one unknown down my gullet. The other two guys stood up and patted their friend on the back. The hulk pulled out, nodded to me, and walked away. The other two guys in the hot tub replaced the sudden emptiness in my mouth and ass, and switched places after a few minutes. I savored the mixed taste of fresh seed and ass juice when they changed places. They took turns using my holes until the first one finished in my ass. He pulled out and had me clean off his cock, while his friend bred me. I shot a load into the water beneath me without even touching myself. As they walked away, one said to the other, in a voice meant for me to overhear in English, "He’s brave to take all of our POZ loads. Do you think he’s already POZ?" "Brave... or stupid," his buddy replied, looking over his shoulder, adding "besides, if he wasn’t he will be soon." Four POZ loads in my ass, and I had cum three times. My knees quaked as my cock sprung back to life. To be continued…

It’s a ego thing. Some of these dudes actually get off on not fucking. Which each guy the ghost or turn down, they are telling themselves they are better than the rest. They’ll be online for weeks pretending they are not fucking, hoping for a unicorn. You got guys sitting in cities with millions of people talking about “I can’t find anyone I’m attracted too.” It’s not even an attraction thing. Some of the dudes out cruising or online literally have no intention on meeting, let alone fucking unless your a 25-30 year old jock with a 10 inch dick. Dont take it personal. Just make sure when they finally decide to come down from their ivory towers, you aren’t there to rescue them.

Very nice. You can breed me anytime!

As the lines on the road whizzed by Jake flipped through missed messages on his phone, occasionally checking the maps to guess at where they may be headed but resigned himself to watching the little marker wander the display as it seemed only Seth knew exactly where the main even was. "so how was your....weekend?" Jake asked quizzically. the days seemed to run together. All he remebered for certain was the near constant sex he was having. "educational!" Seth chimed in his usual sing-song as he proceeded to detail an evening with an eighteen year old gas station attendant. "He mostly stopped off to buy some weed, but you know how these things go. a little mix up with ms tina and before you know it youre prepping a virgin to take its first raw cock." seth flashed a phone picture of the crown of his cockhead nestled tightly inside a hairless hole. "he really, really wanted a condom but see this parts the key. once that warm tasty mushrooms inside most boys wouldnt dream of saying no. not too much or theyll fill up and start thinking about it, and not too little or they wont ge the hint... just enough to part the lips and give them a little stretch." Jakes inches began swelling as he listened intently. "and ya cant be too rough, remember that. lots of lube and just give it time, their body knows to take the cock inside even if they dont want to. Once i was in his guts i planted 3 loads without telling him at all...just kept stroking and never said a word. The lube is good but its nothing compared to some nice warm poz spunk...thats stuff just sends them to the moon ya know? loosens them right up and makes them irresistably luscious to fuck...Oh hey were here!" Seth realized he was fondling his straining cock through his jeans as he looked up to see a secluded contemporary home at the end of a long drive. "You read my mind!" seth smiled, as he yanked the snaps on Jakes jeans open to expose his rock hard cock. "be a good boy and sit nice and still for me..." Seth dug through his backpack and produced a small baggie of clear white powder. tapping gently, he dumped a generous portion up the length of the boys prick in a neat line and quickly snorted it. Satisfied, he tucked Jake back into his pants and ushered him out of the car toward the door. No sooner had he reached for the gilded doorbell when the knob turned and in the archway stood a towering ebony specimen with piercing blue eyes in a pair of running shorts. "Daddy Dione!!" Seth practically screamed as he lept into the mans open arms. "my pretty boy seth." The large man seemed to dwarf Seths frame as he tussled his hair and groped his ass. "and who is our guest?" Jake did his best to smile in the mans formidable presence. "Daddy this is Jake. hes here to help with the party favors. I promise hes a good helper, i showed him how to do it myself." Jakes expression became confused as Seths eagerness gave way to a hearty chuckle from Dione. "Why dont you go to the pool and play with the boys. Daddy and Jake need to get to know eachother. "bourbon?" the towering adonis kindly gestured to the granite bartop. "sure." Jake nodded, as the mans capacious grip seemed to swalllow the bottle entirely. "i hope you dont mind Jake. the boys certainly enjoy their party favours, but my taste has always been a little more urbane i suppose." Dione carefully drew a cigar from the adjacent humidor and set it alight. "I believe all the guests are accounted for but you still seem confused. Jake is it?" He nodded, "Jake I hold these parties every few months to convert some of the loveliest neg boys I --well, Seth, can find." Jake seemed in disagreement. "do they..." he asked, uncertain of his footing as the question seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth. "No Jake. none of these boys knows tonight is their last night. It wouldnt matter if they did anyhow. Have a seat." Jake Followed Dione to the acacia adirondacs as the heady purfume of dominican tobacco and bourbon seemed to enrobe the two. "you know, Seth was once one of them..." Dione gestured lightly to the playful pool of a half dozen young men. "I freed him. Gave him what he never knew he needed. He was hesitant at first, but by dawn he danced like a vile little figurine up and down the length of my cock. I pumped every last drop into him and made him into perfection." Jake was speechless. "Exciting isnt it? You see Jake, poz is their natural state. These bottoms, the boys, to truly become something remarkably pure and beautiful, they must convert." Jake mulled the idea over for a moment in his head. "tell me Jake, Seths shown it to you hasnt he? the unbridled greed and hunger of a poz bottom? The fuck is...ferocious for them. they crave a mans hot seed over and over without any remorse, as they all should. keeping them neg is a heartless act, and you're here tonight I hope to help gift these beautiful young men." just as jake began to argue in protest to his enchanting host, Seth appeared again. "please may I daddy?" jake had never seen Seth so politely behaved. He watched as with a smile and a gentle nod, Seth stripped off his clothes and slid Diones massive shaft from his speedos, pumping it and caressing it as he stepped into place. Straddling the head of the mans prick, he slowly eased down in a repeated succession of increasingly gutteral groans, filling himself completely with the unprotecteed tool. "The boys are almost ready daddy." he whispered as Dione ashed his cigar and sighed. "then the first load is just for you baby..." Seth watched mesmerized as true to his word, Diones plump balls drew close and he began to release his toxic seed into the power bottoms endlessly luscious hole. When he was sure Dione was sated, Seth drew the shaft from his boy pussy and licked it clean. "Part of the tradition Jake. Before we begin, Seth always gets the first load. its only polite." Dione stood, removed his speedo and began walking toward the poolside. there was a deafening pause as Jake waited for some interaction from Seth, staring into his bottomless gaze. "you need to help them Jake." he stood motionless as Seth slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. "its what your poz cock was made for. put your gift inside them." Seth quickly glanced over his shoulder as he licked his lips at the sight of Jakes swelling cock. no sooner had his warm breath reached the pulsing organ than Dione raised his voice without so much as turning around. "What did i tell you boy?" Seth practically lept to his feet as he backed away in apology. "daddy says you are off limits until tomorrow." As dione patiently laid out lube and poppers he smiled and remarked, "If Jake would like satisfaction tonight he will find it deep at the bottom of a pretty pink hole as that sublime poz cream of his pours of of his balls."

Part 10 - Back To The Beginning Sampson laid in Mike's arms slowly stroking his chest that Sunday afternoon, the sun already hanging low in the sky for the time of year. Glancing at each other and smiling they had come along way in their strange relationship, a kind of love and bond had grown between them. Not the kind of love that makes a relationship, just one of greedy self-indulgence that satisfied them both. Sampson had to come clean to Mike admitting that he was a gypsy and they were moving on to Lyndhurst at the start of December, partly concerned that his admission would in some way cause an over reaction on Mike's part and it sort of did. Instead of looking down on him in disgust he flung Sampson over on to his stomach and pounded him hard wrapping his arms around Sampson's chest holding him even closer. Working himself in to a sexual frenzy Mike bit on Sampson's ear lobe and whispered 'My emerald gypsy boy', the words stuck and was how Mike referred to him from that day. In truthfulness Sampson thought that his moving to Lyndhurst to wait out winter would see a pause in their assignations, Mike however made it clear that his emerald gypsy boy was to be at his place at 7pm every Friday and leave on Sunday. It was certainly not a choice Sampson was allowed to make and he smiled happily to himself, his hand was stroking Mike's semi hard cock and his finger rubbed around where the foreskin neatly kept the head hidden. His finger pushing inside the foreskin feeling the sticky precum mess already congregating, Sampson moaned feeling his head being pushed down towards Mike's cock and feeling it expanding rapidly in his hand. Sampson moved quickly knowing he probably had at best 1 minute to suck on it before Mike would take over and get inside him. By early December Sampson sat in his caravan looking out at the commune site sipping his coffee before the day started. It was only Wednesday but the void was big and he relied on his imagination going over the past weekend, it was only two days until he could see Mike but the emptiness left during the week was killing him inside. Being so close and busy with Mike for so many weeks meant he missed the birth of Marlon's son last Saturday, questions and rumours were flying around the commune about Sampson and his weekend disappearances. With Marlon so busy in his own world now Sampson only got to see him during the week when they were working, even more annoying was that Marlon ceased calling on Sampson nowadays. Part of him so desperately wanted Mike to love him and be with him but even that was now dwindling with the appearance of Allan. The closeness in age and body suited both Mike and Allan and what played out was Allan paying less and less attention to his man back at home, it forced him to take a long hard look at his relationship with his husband and how it differed to Mike who was both exciting and varied in his sexual pleasures. The writing was written on the wall and it didn't take long for Allan's husband to throw his hands up in the air in defeat and walk out. The actions paved the way for Allan to turn his full attention to Mike and the result was a blossoming romance. Sampson got in to his 4x4 not giving a dam as to who might be watching, he slowly drove off the site at 5pm and headed to Banbury. Nick slowed down seeing the 4x4 pulling out and turning on to the main road, instantly he looked over to where the 4x4 had just pulled out of, his heart skipping several beats seeing the gypsy site full and people milling around. Desperately he wanted to stop and see if it was the same group of travellers but thought better of it for now and continued on his way home. His mood cheering up and constantly thinking if they would be back on his estate touting for work again. By the time Sampson pulled up outside Mike's he recognised Allan's car parked in the driveway. He sat there watching the house for several minutes feeling the stabbing pains of jealousy throughout his entire body. Adamant this would be the last visit he slowly walked up to the door and knocked and waited. The front door opened and Allan stood there "He is yours for weekend I need a break" he said. Sampson looking at him. "Don't keep him waiting" Allan said pulling Sampson inside. With that Allan left closing the door behind him and Mike appeared from the kitchen dressed in his jock strap and boots. The sight was too much and as usual Sampson melted and immediately forgot everything, Mike was on him locking in a sensual kiss whilst undressing Sampson frantically until he stood naked except for his socks. Mike stepped back and smirked picking up the harness and strapping it over Sampson and guiding him towards the stairs, thinking they were heading up to the bedroom Sampson stepped on the first stair when Mike grabbed the back of the harness to stop him. Already feeling Mike's hard cock hanging out of the jock strap he was forced on to all fours half up the stairs. Suddenly Mike's cock rubbed up his crack gradually it went deeper and Sampson moaned with such an exquisite sound that Mike pulled back and angled it against his hole pushing in to his emerald gypsy boy in one slow smooth movement until he could go no further. Sampson raised his head moaning loudly as his body accepted Mike, his hand instinctly moved under until he could feel the tightness of Mike's ball sack stretched up against his arse. Mike rolled his head back purring in delight being inside the arse he had trained, his hips wriggling to savour the warm tightness holding his cock. Placing both hands on the harness holding Sampson deep on his cock he began to fuck in long slow movements and immediately releasing a succulent amount of precum in his excitement. Sampson pushed back each time he felt Mike pushing in to him, letting out a loud noise between a gasp and moan when Mike bottomed out in him. Mike had never been more turned on by Sampson and knew he was not going to last, his hands yanked the harness back and the loud slapping of his balls hitting against Sampson's arse filled the air, grunts emitting from them both. Faster and faster Mike went and the slapping sound changed in to an applause, his knuckles turning white from holding the harness so tightly. He was already orgasming through his body yet trying to hold back from releasing his load as long as he could, the yearning and need to breed was overwhelming. Finally collapsing forward and securing his arms tightly around Sampson's waist his hips bucked harder than ever driving his cock deep in to Sampson and releasing his toxic seed. Sampson's body quivered in his arms resulting in Mike's hips exerting all their pressure against Sampson's arse. His arms held tight around Sampson's waist and his head rested on the back of his neck panting and coming down from an almighty orgasm, hips still bucking away forcing his seed deeper. Mike bit down on Sampson's back gently he had never fucked him as hard at this and wondered if he had taken him too far this time, the body in his arms was making no movement or noise, like it was in a state of shock. Mike raised his head and leaned further forward to check Sampson was okay. He didn't know what to make of it at first staring at the cream carpet of the stairs, his body completely immobilised in Mike's arms and sent to hell and back in an incredible journey. Slowly Sampson turned his head to look at Mike then kissed him gently on the lips 'Holy shit!' Sampson muttered as a smile grew on his face. Mike smirked and jabbed his still raging erection 'Again?' he asked quietly, Sampson chuckled and kissed him tenderly again 'Bring it on' he replied. Mike raised himself up and grabbed the harness again, his second orgasm reached and he slowed down just a little to let his load out then started fucking Sampson for a third time. Sampson collapsed on the bed "Dam! You really made my arse sore" he complained. Mike laid next to him "Shouldn't be suck a cock tease then" he replied still panting away. Sampson turned his head to look at Mike "I never teased, you just took" he said giggling. Mike chortled "And you are complaining because?" he asked with a big smile on his face. Sampson leaned up "Is this coming to an end?" he now asked Mike. Mike glanced at him curiously. "You and Allan now being together" Sampson clarified. Sampson ran his fingers along Mike's muscled arm "It feel like it is" he said softly. Mike watched Sampson "No it is not ending, you still float my boat emerald" he replied. Sampson half smiled in an unsure way "But not enough to want anything more?" he questioned. "I like you a lot emerald, but being in a relationship would ruin our dynamics" Mike replied. Mike sat up and looked at him "Did you expect more from me?" he now asked. Sampson shrugged "Sometimes I wish there was" he paused, "But this is just as good". Mike pulled Sampson down in to his arms "I made you a condition of being with Allan" he said. Sampson smiled and kissed Mike on the lips. "Get down there and blow me" Mike demanded. The words were still coming out of Mike's mouth when Sampson already felt himself being pushed downwards. Sampson began working the cock slowly with his lips and tongue. Mike rolled his eyes and moaned in pleasure and allowed Sampson to control the situation until he was brought to orgasm. Keeping his eyes focused on the ceiling doing his best to ignore that is was Sampson, he knew if he looked down at Sampson he would cum straight away. Sampson drove back to Lyndhurst late Sunday afternoon, despite his sore arse from the fucking on the stairs Friday evening Mike still had his way with Sampson all weekend, he wreaked of stale sex and it a smell that Sampson loved to enjoy on his drive home. It was dark, wet and windy when he arrived back at the commune and parked up outside his caravan. Getting out of the 4x4 and locking it he turned around and jumped back coming face to face with Marlon who certainly didn't have a happy look on his face. "Fuck Marlon!" Sampson said loudly his heart pounding in his chest, "What is the matter?". Marlon stared at Sampson "What the fuck did you do to me?" he asked in a quiet angry tone. Sampson gulped fearing the worst "Come inside" he nervously said unlocking the door. Marlon followed him inside the caravan and closed the door "Well?" he asked. "What is this all about Marlon?" Sampson asked believing he could evade the truth. Marlon pushed Sampson angrily "You gave me that gay disease" he said pushing him again. Sampson backed away "I only found out I had a few weeks ago" he tried explaining. Marlon stood looking at him nearly crying. "Have you told anyone else?" Sampson asked. "No, but when I do all hell will break out" Marlon replied raising his voice. Sampson sat on the bed "I'm sorry Marlon, I really didn't know I had it" he said. Marlon shook his head "I will give you a month to decide what you are going to do". "What do you mean?" Sampson asked looking up at his cousin. Marlon turned to leave "Face up to it or leave the commune" he replied looking back at him. Marlon opened the caravan door and looked at Sampson "One month!" he repeated. Marlon spat at Sampson and closed the door leaving him alone. The worst insult of all had just happened, when a gypsy spat intentionally at you it was a sign of dishonour and intent. Sampson felt a tear trickle down his cheek, in a few short minutes his entire world had come crashing down. He could have argued and laid the blame squarely at Marlon who came begging for cock but that just wasn't his way of dealing with things. Sleep didn't come easy to Sampson that night his thoughts running over and over of how could he evade the whole thing and what was he going to do if he got banned from the commune. Either way he knew he couldn't stay as life would be hell and he would be picked on continuously until he was finally driven away. Tired and exhausted Sampson drove in the van with the other guys to start work, Marlon keeping his distance and hardly muttering a word to Sampson. At lunchtime his phone chimed with a reminder of his appointment the following day at the sexual health clinic in Southampton that he had discreetly rearranged since arriving in Lyndhurst. After returning from a days work Sampson got in his 4x4 and drove in to the New Forest, he just couldn't bear being on the commune, he parked in a car park and just sat there for several hours trying to figure out what he was going to do. He couldn't stop thinking about Mike and the words echoing in his head that a relationship would ruin their dynamic. He was the only person Sampson had ever got so intimately close with. Sampson woke after dozing off, it was 2am and he was in the middle of nowhere and he stopped outside of his vehicle in to the cold damp air to wake himself up properly before driving back. Remembering the sovereigns his mother had given him explaining that they were valuable he knew he had to get them valued to see if they would help him forge a new life outside of the travellers community. Nick had put his past to bed and was now undetectable, the past year he had turned over a new page in his life deleting all his devious profiles from the hook up apps he was happy to play the upfront person when arranging meets. Always telling them that he never met to fuck a guy using condoms and that he was hiv positive but undetectable. It had paid off in more ways than one as bottom guys seemed to be more interested in trying to dodge the bullet with somewhat risky sex. In fact Nick was never short of safe sex only guys wanting to bareback. Driving for his 2pm appointment he detoured past the gypsy site glancing over and wondering if they were going to come knocking on his door any day now, weekdays were no good since Nick was at work so he had no real idea if they had already been. Normally there were rumblings in the community about where they were working but it had all been strangely quiet and no one at the car dealership knew of their whereabouts, he just couldn't get those delicious green eyes out of his head and exquisite body he had enjoyed playing with. Nick parked his car and walked in to the clinic and took a seat waiting for his check up and medication. Sampson arrived at the clinic and waited in his car until five minutes before his appointment. Walking in to the reception he went through the formalities of confirming his contact details and took a seat in the waiting room. His eyes wondered over to a couple of guys already sitting in the small waiting area, a little alcove between two consultation rooms that contained only six chairs so Sampson took one on the opposite side to the two guys sat there. He could feel a weird vibe of stolen looks going on in his direction from the other guys. Taking their chances to get a look at Sampson and it kind of made him feel uncomfortable but also aroused by the little game. Doors opened and closed down down the corridor and a little laughter and a voice that Sampson thought he recognised but shook it off when the doctor appeared calling our for Eric who stood and walked in to the consultation room closing the door behind him. A doctor appeared from the corridor calling Sampson who stood and followed her down the corridor. A door to the side opened and Nick walked out just as Sampson looked him in the eye briefly. Nick stopped in his tracks but the guy didn't seem to immediately recognise him and carried on following the doctor. Confused and in a little state of shock Nick wandered back to the reception to make his next appointment carrying his bag of medication, his focus though was down the corridor but the guy had disappeared from view. Nick walked to the car park and got in his car sitting there for a moment, his stomach in knots and feeling all flustered, the result of those green eyes staring back at him for a moment had sent him in to a complete dithering mess. Literally he was unable to drive away and instead he waited, for what he didn't know right then but those eyes had brought memories flooding back. Sampson watched the nurse drawing blood but his thought was elsewhere, it took him a moment after seeing him but he knew that face, the body was definitely a little more muscled up from what he remembered, but yes it was definitely him and he was anxious to be done and go find him. Crazy as it was he thought that maybe this guy was going to be waiting for him, well he did seem to acknowledge who he was. Sampson walked up to the reception glancing at everyone who was milling around but he couldn't see him and immediately giving up any hope, in fact he didn't even know why he was looking for him. Picking up his appointment card Sampson walked outside in to the car park towards his 4x4. Nick caught sight of him walking across the car park and got out of his car locking the door he walked cautiously in his direction. It was like Sampson knew he was there and turned round "It is you!" he exclaimed loudly. Nick stopped "You are back" he replied nervously, "I didn't expect to see you here". "It is because of you I am here" Sampson said strangely without any bitterness. Nick was a little stumped for words. "Did you do it deliberately?" Sampson asked. He nodded "You didn't protest" Nick replied with a tang of arrogance in his voice. "You don't even regret doing this to me?" Sampson asked amused by his upfront behaviour. "I don't have regrets, well maybe one" Nick replied suddenly realising he wanted him. Sampson shook his head "You have sent my life out of control, ruined it in fact". Nick stared at him for a moment "Your on meds how bad can it be". "How bad?" Sampson spat the words looking angry, "I infected my cousin, I have to leave". "Leave?" Nick asked looking confused. Sampson looked at his bag of meds "They will drive me out if I don't leave". Nick moved forward "Where will you go?" he asked expressing concern with his voice. "Fuck knows" Sampson replied, "I will have to sell the caravan, I am an outcast now". Nick couldn't let him go again "Can I help?" he asked out of desperation. Sampson shook his head "You have done enough" he replied unable to to take his eyes off him. "You can stay at mine" Nick blurted out, "You know lodge in my spare bedroom". Sampson could definitely feel the heat between them "Why would you put a gypsy up?" he asked. "I have never forgotten our time together" Nick replied, "I can't forget it". The months of anger he had felt and wanting revenge on this guy were being washed away the more he looked at him. He was feeling strong emotional affection, like he had with Mike but this one seemed to be connecting more intensely and was falling head first. He was good looking, arrogant, self assured and confident, traits that Sampson couldn't deny made him even more sexier. He knew that the sex they had was good and on an even playing field. But moving in with him was something that had never crossed Sampson's mind. "I won't pay you" Sampson suddenly replied, "If I move in, you owe me for what happened". Nick was taken back for a moment "I want to have sex with you though" he replied. Sampson scoffed "I ain't your lover" he replied baiting and wanting him to bite. "You will be and I think we both know that" Nick replied confidently. "Full of yourself aren't you" Sampson replied now putting on his cocky tone. Nick laughed "Stand there and tell me you don't want this as much as me?" he asked. Sampson watched him and could see the intention in his eyes "Sampson, that is my name". "Nick" he replied and stepped closer to Sampson "So Sampson, you want to be my lover?" he asked. "Like proper lover, as in a couple?" Sampson asked and Nick nodded, "Alright then". "Want to get a coffee?" Nick asked. Sampson looked at him "Why are you asking dumb arse, of course I do" he replied laughing. Their meeting up again was never planned to head in that direction, fate definitely paid a part that afternoon. When Sampson returned to the commune after dark had fallen he quietly hitched up his caravan and was about to get in to drive away but Marlon grabbed his arm. Sampson turned to face a crying Marlon, he put a finger to Sampson's lip then kissed him good bye and made him promise to keep in touch. Sampson agreed and showed no emotion leaving a devastated Marlon standing there crying. Sampson drove the directions Nick had given him and he parked the caravan at the back of the car dealership Nick now ran, there it would remain until he could sell it. Sampson collected all his belongings and the trinket box and drove behind Nick to his new home. He was going in head first without any indication of where this was taking him in life. A slight smile on his face parking up behind Nick's car, Sampson knew deep down he had been infatuated with this guy ever since their first meeting that day. He got out of his 4x4 looking at the house waiting for Nick, he remembered the first time on the doorstep where Nick had flirted and propositioned Sampson so blatantly and how he had agreed without a second thought. Tonight though he was entering this house as sort of Nick's boyfriend, it filled Sampson with an enormous amount of pride and happiness. He would never have to hide his feeling again and could live a life he had secretly wanted. Sampson kept in touch with Mike but no longer did he yearn for Mike's approval, he could clearly see the difference between a desire to be owned and a desire to be loved, Nick was who he loved without a doubt. The years ahead would change Sampson in so many ways, growing in confidence with Nick constantly by his side. Both of them never short of men vying to bed them, but their total commitment to each other never faltered or strayed. Sampson was a natural at fixing things and set up his own little handyman business with Nick's help and earning a very decent wage and profit. Marlon would often come and see Sampson every winter when the commune was back in Lyndhurst, he couldn't believe how much Sampson had changed having the stability of a job and lover. Sampson wold often laugh at his visits seeing that mischievous glint in Marlon's eyes whenever Nick was around. Two weeks after moving in Sampson finished showering and walked in to the bedroom where Nick laid sprawled out naked, Sampson climbed in to bed next to him then rolled on top in between his legs, Nick giggled and lifted his legs up wrapping them around Sampson's body, 'My green eyed man' he said softly between Sampson kissing him. Sampson grinned and ran his tongue seductively along Nick's neck and face 'Completely yours' he said softly feeling Nick's body react and wriggle the deeper his cock pushed inside his lover.

Part 2 The rest of the week was a blur for me. I was having an out of body moment and only snapped out of it whenever I was interrupted. My dad’s were picking up on it. Dinner time was awkward. I wouldn’t look them straight in the eye. What surprised me was the way they acted. They were normal. They were their loving selves. I didn’t get it. Daddy John literally raped Daddy Steve and Daddy Steve did not seem to care. I must have been distracted at footy because coach Davis kept giving me a verbal and asking where my head was at and my friends even said I seem distant. One Evening Daddy John pulled me aside before we left to go to football practice and asked me if I was ok. My grades had slipped and he was worried that they were not giving him enough study time or maybe too pressure. I told him I was fine and I’ll pick up my game. He gave me a big huge. He pressed me hard into him. His big massive arms cradled my back which pressed my face into his masculine chest and I could feel his bulge press against my own chest. I kept thinking that his massive cock was only a few inches away from my face and imagined what it would be like to have it in my mouth… Or my arse… The thought shocked me for a moment, but then I felt myself harden. Daddy John must have noticed and pulled back slightly to look down at me. He then said ‘I love you Son. You are my boy.’ And pulled me back in. My hard on pressed against his upper shin. We were about to leave when he stopped to tell me something ‘Oh. By the way. Steve and I are heading out tonight to celebrate his 53rd birthday.’ ‘I know dad.’ ‘You do?’ ‘You go out for his birthday every year. I know the routine.’ I amused as we kept on walking to the entrance. To the right is a side stair case leading to the lower level of the house. To the side at the bottom is another door leading to a room I am not allowed to go in. Daddy Steve walked out as we walked past the stair case. He said ‘Head to training?’ ‘We sure are, dad.’ I said as Daddy John opened the front door. ‘Happy birthday by the way. Have a fun night tonight. I’ll stay at Mitch’s place tonight.’ ‘Thanks Son. Tonight is going to be a blow out.’ I knew full well that they were going to have sex. I felt myself get hard again at the notion of it. But for the last few weeks I have snuck to the their bedroom to listen in on them fucking and Daddy John still had no remorse over Daddy Steve. He really violates him and Daddy Steve just excepts it, regardless of how much it hurts him. So something is different here. Something was up. I needed to know. So I planned to not go to Mitch’s and follow my dads. The time come and I made some bullshit story to my mates dad that I had to head home and pick up some school work I forgot. He was close to Daddy John’s age, little over weight, dad bod. I saw him in his jocks once when I walked past the bathroom and he was quite a hairy guy. He thought it was a little late to head over. It seemed to me that he was trying to stop me. His tone and the types of reason to make me stay just did not add up. Did he know something? He eventually said he would head over and get my school work. Frustrating for me. I had to go to plan B. I snuck out the window. It was 10pm. I got to my house. I saw Mitch’s dad arrive and a total strange opened the door for him. Strange. Who the fuck was that, and how did he know Mitch’s dad. I waited a moment to make my move then snuck through the front door. What I was presented with caught me by complete surprise. My dad’s house was full of men. Men of all different shapes, sizes and age. None however, seem to be younger than 40. They were at different levels of undress. And there were stiff dicks everywhere. I was lucky that no one had seen me. I looked down the stair case to the side of the entrance and saw a few men walking in through the door at the bottom. I saw an opportunity to sneak in and took it. I went through the door which open to yet another stair case followed by a long tunnel. It was dark. There was a shimmer of red light. I went down. The tunnel seemed long, but it could have been the dim lighting that made it feel that way. I reach the far entrance to the tunnel and what I saw completely warped my mind! The room look looked like a dungeon. There were varies fuck benches and slings. A leather couch, cross bar, mirrors on most of the walls and ceiling. The room was quite large and it easily had close to 60 or 70 guys in there. All naked, all playing with their cocks, all watching what was happening in the middle. Daddy Steve was strapped to a wooden bench face down getting railed by a stranger, while Daddy John was standing by Daddy Steve head watching the stranger fuck him. ‘I’M GONNA CUM!’ The stranger yelled and picked up his thrusts, driving deeper in Daddy Steve’s ass. ‘TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD, YOU FUCKING PIG!’ The stranger seemed to be cumming for a while, then he finally pulled out. I heard a plop from where I was standing. Very quick, another stranger replaced the previous stranger and just started jack hammering his cock into Daddy Steve’s cum filled hole. Daddy Steve moaned in pain through what looked like a red gag ball. I could not believe what I was seeing. My cock stiffened in my jocks from the site. I was scared, horrified and yet aroused by it. Under the bench there was some sort of cow tit milker attached my Daddy Steve’s 10 inch cock. It was a clear cylinder with a chrome base. I could see Daddy Steve’s nob poke through a larger cylinder attachment at the end which had a tube running down into a chrome tank. I could see that Daddy Steve had blown a load in it from the cum gathered at the entrance to the tube. ‘Hear comes another dirty load, you fucking slut.’ And the new stranger pumped his load into Daddy Steve. I nearly came in my jocks. Daddy Steve just got bred by two strangers, no tell how many other men have done the same, and Daddy John has just stood there and watched. The stranger pulled out and I could see his cock and pubs slick with cum. There was heaps. It glistened in the red lighting. Daddy John was wearing tight denim jeans and black boots. He had gauntlets with pointy studs on his forearms and a leather harness strapped around his muscly hairy chest. He look like one of those leather men from the Tom of Finland images. He leant over Daddy Steve and pull his muscly ass cheeks apart and examined his hole. ‘Not enough cum. NEXT’ He said with malice. Then another strange lined up. Daddy John move close to Daddy Steve’s ear, ‘Pig faggot, you are going to like this stranger. 10 inch cock, old, withered man, easily in his late 70’s. Yellow decaying teeth. And fuck… He smells like he hasn’t showered in a week. He looks like he is carrying a high viral load.’ Just as he said those few words, the old man shoved his 10 inch cock balls deep into Daddy Steve’s wrecked hole. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve. Next thing I heard was Daddy Steve moaning in pain while his cock ejaculated another load of cum into the cylinder. Daddy John noticed. ‘I thought you might have liked that, you fucking whore.’ He amused followed with a burly chuckle, then turned to the old man with his cock in Daddy Steve ‘Fuck that dirty poz infected slut. Charge him up and give the worthless whore your DNA.’ With that, the old man fucked him furiously. My cock couldn’t take it much longer, so I pulled it out and started playing with it. The old man did not last long. ‘Argh!... FUCK! Here comes my POZ load faggot. TAKE. IT!’ and he pushed back in deep and unloaded. It was getting way too much and I found myself pulling my cock really hard. It was then that I saw Mitch’s dad line up behind Daddy Steve. He had a curved 8 inch cock and he forced it into Daddy Steve’s gaping hole. I could not believe what I was seeing. He fucked really fast. Quick hammering. He seemed like he was in a hurry. And then grabbed Daddy Steve’s hips and slammed in hard and moaned out loud. I was on the verge of cumming, it was then that another 6 more guys walked past me from the tunnel. They were old guys in their 70’s and they saw me pulling my cock. ‘What we have here.’ One of the old men said while playing with his long dick. ‘Looks like young fresh meat.’ Another said, licking his crusty lips. ‘A shame you are not strapped to that bench. I wouldn’t mind a bit of boy pussy.’ Said another. For a moment I froze not knowing what to do. Then I quickly took off struggling to pull my pants up as I ran. I stumbled up the two sets of stair cases, passing even more naked men. I even felt a cock brush me as I went by. I managed to get to the entrance and get out. I got to the road and stopped to catch my breath. Flashes of what I had just saw kept flashing in my mind. To be continued

Totally embarrassing situation...that turned out super hot: One afternoon at Burning Man I’d taken 4 or 5 loads from different guys while in a sling. I was parched so I threw on a kilt and headed to a popular bar camp for a couple drinks. While having a drink there I started talking to this super hot str8 guy who is just my type: hairy chest & belly and a scruffy 5-day growth on his face. His ice blue eyes and occasional wafts of ripe armpit scent were mesmerizing so when he asked what I’d been up to I didn’t hesitate to say, “Taking a lot of dick, buddy”. Because radical self-expression and immediacy are part of the principles of Burning Man the vibe is very accepting there, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t freak...and he didn’t. He was a little surprised and said, “Wow, man...you like that? I mean, like, taking it?” He actually told me—several times—he thought it was cool if I ”wanted to do that” yet, at the same time, asserting that he ”can’t really relate, because as a str8 man, I’m the penetrator” This led to a pretty candid & detailed description on how much he loves being the penetrator and how hot it is to be inside a woman and etc. It was totally hot listening to him and watching him get aroused. So...I described to him how much I love being penetrated and having a hard cock inside of me. He just kept kinda shaking his head a bit and saying, “Wow!” He was so hot and I was totally hard listening to him and watching him tug on his dick. When I saw that he was hard in his shorts and caught another whiff of his ripe pits, it was too much for me. My hole gaped and a ton of cum noisily shot out of me and right down my leg. I didn’t say anything but he and I looked down at the same time and the trail of cum on my leg was obvious. He said, “Dude, is that what I think it is? You let guys cum inside you?” When I nodded yes, he gripped his dick and said, “Fuck! Women NEVER let me cum inside them!” I listened to him tell how long it had been since he’d fucked without a condom and how much he just wanted to fuck bare and shoot his load inside. I purposely looked around us to make sure he could see that nobody could hear us. “Well, buddy, I’m going back to my private RV and I’m offering if you’re interested” When he hemmed and hawed yet didn’t outright say no I looked around again, put my drink down and told him, “Nobody has to know. I’ve got my own RV and it’s nearby...and you can shoot your load in me...” as I turned and slowly walked away. He followed me to my RV. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed and he fucked me and blew his load in me. Typical of str8 guys, he had his shorts up and was out the door as soon as he came. But....2 days later he was back looking for me, telling me he’d just had a shower and was wondering if we could “do that again”. I sat him on the sofa, sucked him hard and ate his ass (another first for him) before moving to my bed to give my ass to him again. He stayed about 90 mins and shot his load in me twice. Blissful. Haven’t seen him since.

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.”

Maybe I am getting old and I need someone younger to explain this to me. I have always understood that when a guy puts “no load refused” and “Cumdump” In there profile that meant conversation was minimal and boils down to what time and what place. Lately, I have been seeing a lot of guys with this in their profile, I message them, and I hear back stuff like: How hung are you? More pics? Sorry, only into white (or insert other type) guys This guy is in his way to load me up, maybe after? Looking for small group of 4-5 No response at all Personally, I think you guys are just putting this in their profile because they know they will get more clicks and more attention. But maybe I am wrong and missing the whole point? I thought “no load refused” meant come fuck me and get off, then bounce.

I got to top for the first time few days ago. I've been a full bottom for few years, but starts to enjoy being sucked and was tempted to top. Few days ago, I was really horny, like, I needed to get fuck. I was supposed to work, but then I started to play with my ass with my plug, and thought "fuck it, I need a cock". So I went on grindr, and hit back this guy which I talked to few weeks ago. He was older than me and seemed nice. Good looking and his profile advertised "tbm (yeah, even though I'm asian)", and indeed his cock was pretty decent. I said I was looking, and he asked when, and I said "now?". I told him I was looking to be fucked, but was open to try to top. He was fine by it, asked if I was on prep, said no, that I was playing safe most of the time (I still fool myself), asked if he was, said yes, no more talking about that issue. I still prep some condoms aside, but well, I knew I wanted it bare. He told me he would be there in 30-min or so. Once he arrived, we talked a bit, he was nice, was looking exactly like the picture, then started to make out. Once we got naked, I got on my back, him above me, and he started to rub his cock against my ass as we kissed, he fingered me a bit, got his cock head wet and resumed at rubbing his cock against my ass. "You're already ready to get fucked ?", he smiled, I said yes (I usually am, I prelube most of the time), it was not difficult for his cock to get in even without me or him guiding his cock in. I gasped, had a thought for the condom on the bedtable and said "fuck I needed that" once he was full in. He gave me a decent fuck for 30-min or so, said I was testing his limits. I noticed I was not perfectly clean, and asked if he was ok for me to clean up again. He agreed. Once I was done, we resumed kissing, we were both soft, but he sucked me so I got hard again. That's when I asked if he wanted me to fuck him. He told me he liked ttbm, so I asked he that was okay for him, he told me I was definitely tbm (think I was a bit bigger than him). He lubed me up, and I just start rubbing my cock against his ass, I usually came pretty fast when playing with my cock, so I took my time. He was very patient, which was nice as I was nervous. I got fully inside of him, of course bare, I didn't ask, he didn't protest. I fucked him a few minutes before I could not resist anymore and started to cum in him. I could feel my cock pulsating inside him, that was so hot. As I was in him, I sucked him until he came too. When I pull out, some of my cum went out. My only regret is that I did not eat him out after cumming in him, but otherwise, loved the experience ! Think I'll be definitely up to top more, and hopefully became more resistant. Feel free to give advice 😉

I love seeing a younger guy with a wrecked hole!

Yes! Most loads accepted are the more accurate when I am hosting at home ass up, blindfolded as when I feel the dude is sketchy I'm hesitant to invite them over. I let them breed me in a park or bathhouse, no questions asked.

What a great idea! May start a detailed log like this as well for the hookups for me and my husband, together and separate! Actually, it would turn me on to help track my husband’s hookups. 😈

warning: those offended by evil, hell, religion, blasphemy - this post might make your eyes bleed red. Avoid it, hit the back button. This ain't for you. Still here? If you're sucked into perversion like I am.. read on. I'm Hell-bound and wouldn't have it any other way. Whether you believe in an afterlife or not, there is an eroticism that aligns with evil. It also gives a middle finger to the christian-fascists that try to legislate us out of existence. Fuck politics, for now. That subject makes our dinks go soft. Hell's Bathhouse.. An eternal sentence. A dead chasers and gifters dream paradise. Where we, the depraved are sent to mingle for eternity. Through dark corridors. Dark rooms with men panting from sleazy butt-sex. Rooms with closed doors. Gloryhole booths. Sex everywhere. I've encountered these episodes in my numerous bathhouse encounters. Anonymous bottoms getting pounded, moaning like whores to have their unseen tops explode into their guts. Whatever poisons they shoot. Countless gloryhole booths where pig bottoms spread their ass cheeks and take poison cocks from god knows what, cumming from the other side. Filling their guts with venomous seed. Numerous community slings with pig bottoms lying in wait for any "HORNED" top that will take them. Are their cocks diseased or safe? You'll find out in 7 days when the bumps appear around your ass or groin. A pit of pig sex. A den of iniquity. Accept our hell-bound fate. I can't argue when some say that gay men are heaven-sent, because some can truly seem that way. Some seem like fucking angels that have made me see the heavens during sex. But where we're destined for. Some will tell you a grimmer tale. Don't listen to them. I love my life. I want to live forever. But when I do die, I hope there is a dark, evil bathhouse waiting for me in hell. Sentence me to be the guy that has to mop the floors at the tubs and I will periodically have my jeans dropped and ass up to a gloryhole, getting poisoned, by my fellow sleaze-pigs. Ever fantasized about getting bred by a demon? This might be your chance. Put me in a community sling at the bathhouse and I will put on a show for the surrounding crew that jacks-off. Trust me, I've done that in real life too many times to recount. At various real bathhouses. If Hell opens a bathhouse, would you sign up for a bathhouse card? Would you want to be a member? Have you ever thought about this? Life after death. I don't fear it. While I love my life while it exists. I hope there is an afterlife and that it is as full of depraved pig-sex as my physical life. Send me to Hell and sign me up for an eternal membership to Hell's Bathhouse.

Yes. That's my choice as well. I live in Vegas. But, I sometimes rent a room here to hold breed & seed fuck parties. It's a seedy hotel. But, it's easy access for both local guys and tourists staying on the strip. They can easily drive there and park in front of your room. Or it's an easy Uber from their strip hotels. All outside entrances. So, no elevator issues. And it's also a truck stop. So, occasionally, I've had a trucker come to my room to fuck me at Wild Wild West. I'm never disappointed when I've stayed there.

Me calling a lad a slut is a compliment, they are talented and the best at draining a load!

Back in the late 2000s, I had been talking with this guy online for months, and we had finally decided to meet up one afternoon. Just like online, we really hit it off in person, and found each other attractive - I was in my early 20s, about 5'10" and 150 lbs, with brown hair in a crew cut, blue eyes, and he was around 20 or so, 6'1" and about 180 lbs, with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. I met him at a nearby bus terminal, and we went for a walk for a bit and got a coffee, and things were going great. We ended up heading back to my place, and after chatting for a while longer, he started playing footsie with me, then we stood up, and I did my best to shove my tongue down his throat, while he pulled me tight into him. We started pulling each other's clothes off until we stood there naked, my hard cock pressed up against his, precum oozing all over, his big hands running up and down my back as I groped his wonderfully squishy ass. I backed up over to my bed, and pulled him down on top of me, and we kept at it, making out hard, grinding our cocks while I started fingering his ass. He then slid down while I lay back, and he started sucking my cock, and I enjoyed watching his shaggy mop work up and down for awhile before I pulled him back up on top of me, and we started making out again. We rolled over, and this time, I went down and sucked him as deeply as I could, his hands holding me against his cock until I had to come up for air, the scent of his cock driving me wild. I all but leapt back up on top of him, our cocks mashed together all slippery from the blowjobs and precum as we made out again, and he asked me to fuck him. I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out the lube and a condom packet, which tore open and rolled the rubber down my shaft as he popped open the lube and started on his hole. He rolled on his back and pulled his legs back to show me his hot, pouting, lube-slicked hole, while I put even more lube on my rubbered up cock, after which I knelt down, and lined up with his ass. My cock pressed against his asshole, and after a moment of resistance, I slowly slid into him until my pubes were grinding against his ass as I pinned his legs to his chest, and started fucking him gently at first then picked up the speed as we both started really getting into it. Eventually, we ended up with me on my back and him riding me cowgirl as his cock kept leaking like a faucet as I nailed his prostate, making him whimper and bite his lip. I pulled him down to start making out again as I fucked him slowly from below for a bit, then slid out of his ass. My little apartment was really hot, and we were both covered in sweat from the heat and from fucking for the better part of an hour. Thinking that we should give his ass a break for a bit, I pulled the condom off so we could go back to oral for a bit, however he had other ideas. He pushed me down on the bed with a hand on my chest, straddling me, and gave me a look I'll never forget as his other hand guided my now bare cock back inside of him. I'd fucked plenty before, but never bareback, and the difference was unreal; the heat of his ass, all the lube and the velvety texture of his insides were almost too much to take. He gently worked my raw cock with his ass, squeezing and flexing on me as he jerked his own drooling member, sighing as I angled again to hit his spot. I wanted it to go on forever, but all good things must come to an end, and I could feel my impending orgasm, and I asked him where he wanted me to cum. His response was to clamp down on my dick as he leaned in for a kiss then told me to cum inside him, so I grabbed his hips and slammed upwards a few more times before I blew my first ever bare load inside a guy, breeding him deeply. This pushed him over the edge too, and he came all over my chest a few moments later, and I rode the wave of his hole clenching in time with his orgasm. In the afterglow, we went to get cleaned up together in the shower, and talked some more about what had just happened. I told him that was my first time bareback, and he admitted it was his first as well. He said he had no intention of going bare our first time, let alone fucking on what was technically our first date, but the idea of me breeding him just sort of popped in his head when I pulled the condom off. We laughed about the whole thing, and ended up screwing again a couple of more times that day and into the evening, each time ending with another of my loads in his ass. We ended up dating for awhile after that, and even though we discussed our histories of safe sex, got tested just to be sure, which came back negative for both of us. After a few months of being together, things just didn't work out, and we ended it as amicably as possible. From that point on, I was hooked on barebacking, but without that trusted, exclusive partner, it was back to being safe for me until I was well into my next real relationship, and we talked about it at length and got tested before finally ditching the condoms for good.

back... lower back.

Many times over the years with quite a bit of success! I'll tell you about one of my favorites. In my thirties I sold a little weed on the side. Nothing big, just to friends. I was working in the food industry at that time, so after few years and several different restaurants, I knew a fair amount of young people, and I was the cool gay guy. So when I sold to my friends they always hung out and we would smoke it up. One night Mike was hanging out and we were having a beer with our smoke. Mike was a cook at the main restaurant I was working at. He was about 23, maybe 5'9", skinny, various tattoos, wore baggy skater clothes, complete with the sideways ball cap, and was missing two of his lower front teeth which gave him an adorable little lisp to go with his babyface. He was hot white trash. He had a kid and a real bitch of a wife. She was a fat native chick and wasn't interested in sex since the kid arrived. We were on our second beer and who knows what bong hit so Mike was griping about his sex life, or lack there of. I'm sure he wasn't expecting what came next. There's a special subtlety that comes with hitting on straight guys. It's best to balance between forward and being able to make it sound like a joke. Now, everyone knows I'm gay, so it's easy to make a come on jokey. "You ever think about letting a dude suck your cock?" I asked him nonchalantly. " Shut the fuck up." He laughed. "Hey, I'm just saying, close your eyes and a mouth is a mouth. Besides, I could suck your cock better than any bitch could." He just stared at me for a second. "You're serious, aren't you?" "Totally dude." I pushed further. "No one will know, and I'm the best cocksucker around." I built myself up. He sat quietly for a moment before he stretched back on the couch. "All right." He finally said. "Let's see what you can do." He pulled his cap over his eyes and unbuckled his pants. I slowly reached out and fished out his cock. I took his soft dick into my mouth and he let out a small groan. I sucked on his cock and it started to grow. Soon it was at its full hardness, which was probably about 5 inches but had a decent thickness to it. I deep throated it with ease and used my throat muscles to massage it, which brought more soft groans from Mike. I sucked on his balls for a bit before going back to his cock. He never said a word except for his soft grunts and moans. It wasn't long before his breathing became quick and shallow and he started shooting off. I held his cockhead in my mouth as he filled it with a big, salty load. I swallowed his cum before deep throating him again, massaging the rest of his load out of him. "Oh fuck that was good!" He said as I pulled off of him. "Wanna do that again?" I just nodded and smiled as I went back down on his still half hard cock. This time he actually put his hands on my head and fucked my mouth until he was pumping his second load into me. This became a regular thing. At least two to three nights a week he was at my place getting weed and his cock sucked, usually to at least two orgasms. Sadly, this only lasted about a year. I quit selling weed and he changed jobs so we lost contact. It was great while it lasted.

A+ man! I've done that too. So hot seeing a total slut being used and the fuckers swinging by to add their loads to that gaping hole.

First meeting with a hot little gay ftm who's already cheating on his bf, and being a cum slut behind his back. His faceless Grindr pro said he wanted cum so I volunteered. He had a great time working a couple of my loads into that pretty wet hole, saying "cum in me, daddy!" so I did. Twice. Next time I'm planning to invite him to go with to an ABS to see how much cum he can get before I breed him.

Mine

I record all the bottoms I use, whether they know it or not.

For those who missed the status update a few days ago, I won a porn award!!! I got "Underrated Performer" from Ravens Eden. Last year I won "Best Newcummer", but we all know what happened a week after the win, and I really didn't have opportunity to make much of the distinction. Now that the world grinds back into turning in recent days, I have a new title, and hopefully directors get off their asses and put me in things already. Goodness knows I've applied over and over to a variety of studios, but I seldom get a response. The title means nothing if I just sit on the couch for the next year and wait for the phone to ring. That's kinda how I feel about it. It's like I set up a huge party, advertised it like mad on Grindr and other sites, and then I put my ass in the air, and not one of the tops showed up all night. (Surely some of you can relate to this.) I'm rambling here, but before I hit the "send" button, I want to thank each and every one of you who voted for me when the ballots were out. Thanks for taking the time to do it. Even if you voted only once and forgot about it after, IT STILL COUNTED. Couldn't have won any other way. Thank you for getting me here. Now - WHO WANTS TO BREED THIS AWARD-WINNING PORN STAR?!

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)

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

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! Hey guys, If you liked my story and want to hear more installments of my Sissy adventures, let me know. Be sure to let me know any if there are any ideas you would like to share, situations or fantasies I can weave into my story. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know if you want more!!!

Last night and this morning 14 anon loads at the heath

I think putting it on your forehead would probably result in maximum action. 😜

I did at the first but I grew to love my teacher and wanted to please him

I want the top to unload deep inside my gut. If I'm sucking, I want the load so that I can taste it on my tongue before I swallow. Pulling out is a complete waste.

You're not the only one discouraged by the inability of the smartphone generation to type a question into the search box located in the upper right corner of apparently every page on this site. (And the search engine rawTOP uses is really good so there's no excuse not to use the search function.)

It doesn't take much convincing in this town, or the types of sluts I'm into hehe. However - I do love to beg for hole while I'm rimming, whispering to that sweet man puss how much I need to feel it from the inside, it works most times. If a bottom insists on a condom I tell them my load will find another hole... and 4/5 times they say "wait..." 😉

Fair enough. Bait and switch was not my intention I mostly wasn't sure where the story would go when I got further into it. Your note helps me decide to leave it right here in general bb fiction. I will not bring in any other threads.

Sir left the room and I was alone will Jay and I asked why did you trick me, he said that the contract I signed was the same as his one of pure ownership and the only way out of the term was by Sir accepting a suitable replacement and he said I am so sorry Si it was the only way, with a tear in his eye. I said to Jay please don’t im excited and horny as fuck I am owned and going to be a fuck toy it’s my perfect 18th birthday present. Jay said aren’t you worried about getting breed by Poz men and I said far from it I can’t wait all I have been watching is conversion parties and I am going to star 😊 Jay smiled and said he wished it was him that had the first poz load in my butt and I said I know master said you can’t fuck me but he did say you couldn’t use your Poz cum as lube for later, maybe we could mix both of ours together?. Jay smiled and said come with me and we went into the room next door, Jay got me to lay on the bed with my head hanging and said he was going to teach me how to deep throat I was so excited and greedily started swallowing his hard long black cock, once at the back of my mouth Jay swallow down as I did he pushed down until his smooth balls where on my chin, that’s it all the way this is great said Si, he started face fucking me and then pulled out and shot a huge load into a glass, once done he came back and I licked his cock clean the taste of his salty infected cum was so good. Jay then said look Master never said you can’t fuck me if you want and it would be a great way for you to learn how a top feels. Wow yes yes yes. Jay laid down on his back pulled his legs back he looked so sexy his still hard cock and hairless balls hard up of his abs, Jay said come on lose the first part of your virginity please fuck me, breed me, seed me deep. I turned to Jay and ask about lube he said don’t worry I can take it dry and he owes me the best time. I lined up the red throbbing head of my cock against Jay pert black hole and pushed in breaking past his ring and his boy cunt seemed to pull my cock in, the walls of his boy cunt were intoxicating, oh yes yes yes fuck me hard and I started pumping him, Jay flipped over on all fours and said “come on fuck me hard and deep I need your cum” my smooth white balls slapping Jays black twink butt, I could feel the contraction as my ball sack started to harden and tingle this was the moment pre cumming as my Virgin seed was working its way up through my hard throbbing cock to the head ready to explode it was way too intense and with one final push my cock erupted pumping and pumping my cum deep inside the bowels of this sexy black twink. Jay grabbed me pulling me down for a passionate kiss and hug. A small tear formed in his eye as he said that was the first time he had truly loved being fucked and he was so pleased it was him that had part of his virginity. Getting off the bed Jay got the glass and pushed out my cum. Jay said we need to quickly get this cum into your hole as Sir will be back soon, Jay told me to get of the bed with me legs in the air and I quickly moved into position he then took a hole stretcher pushing in slowly in opening me up in the process, once in he stretched me rose bud open and poured the mixed cum in me smiling as he said no matter how many guys breed you his poz cum would be the first and that we will always have that. I was on the bed and processing that I had been filled with Poz cum and yet still an anal virgin and how good it felt breeding Jay when Sir walked in. Get up and come with me you worthless whores Sir barked, and we quickly/obediently followed Jay strap this worthless piece of cheap whore to the bench. Jay moved me onto the bench and strapped me down firmly once in place my legs were pulled up and out and I could see on the screen my pink cherry exposed and ready. Sir the said “are you ready slut” yes Sir I want this I need this “cheap cumdump your fucked” Sir said as he adjusted my back showing off my white bubble butt and you could no longer see my virgin ring, he then got a marker pen and wrote on lower back Virgin for POZ CUM only. Jay go and get the clients from next door, I minute or so later I could see 10 guys enter the dungeon all naked hard cock of all shapes and sizes, two of the guys looked ill very grey and skinny and I guessed these where the full blown aids breeders, my stomach was in knots and Sir said are you ready slut and without a thought I said “YES SIR please please breed me seed me” Gentleman Sir said “its Si’s 18th birthday there are 11 of us but lets make sure this sexy Virgin cumdump has at least 18 loads of Poz cum deep in his bowels to infect him and change his life to one of a Poz cumdump for use by all” the guys started clapping as Sir hit the switch and my legs where drawn apart and up exposing my cherry. Let’s start as Sir go a toothbrush and pushed it straight up my hole turning and twisting in and out I could feel it taring the walls of my butt, after a couple of minutes he pulled it out and showed the blood covered toothbrush to the 10 breeders saying “the slut is ready no escape for him now”. Sorry guys before we start there is a disobedient slut which needs punishment grabbing Jay he cuffed his wrists then attached him to the hoist and lifted raised him off the floor swinging, Sir then point to the whips and canes and said punish the black twink and punish him well all the stuff in here is for your use. “Enough said lets fuck the virgin”, Sir came up to my face and the shear size of his cock was incredible two big balls swung real low. He then moved behind me spat on my hole and I felt the head of cock hit my pink ring and push real hard and in a short moment my ring gave in the fight and the head of Sir cock pushed in, it was so painful and I screamed but knew this was what I needed and my destiny, as his cock worked it way ever deeper the feeling was electric soon enough his cock bottomed out as I thought “wrong” Sirs cock was at the entrance to my inner ring Sir grabbed me by the legs pulled back and then slammed forward and bust through my ring and I felt his sack slap my butt, there is a cheer from the guys at that moments, Sir then slam fucked me the pain left and the sensation was better than I could imagine my cock was bouncing and leaking a constant stream, Sir was smashing in and out in and out full bore full length, his balls were no longer slapping more like punching my butt and I guessed his was close, he continued for what seemed like ages then said are you ready for my poison slut “yes please seed my hole with your cum” Sir. I lost control and my cock exploded in one of the most intense orgasm I have ever had and as my ring tightened, I could feel Sir cock throb and start erupting in my once Virgin hole it continued for ages flooding me deep, Sir pulled out moved round and showed me his cum/blood covered cock saying lick it clean slut. He then turned to the guys behind and said come on fuck him flood him with your poison. We want him next full term virus the two withered guys said, sure give it two him, they both came round to face me their cocks hard and leaking Aids pre-cum I instinctively stuck out my tongue and the one of the guys squeezed his cock and his Aids pre-cum leaked onto me tongue it tasted so good and I sucked the head of his cock real hard to get every drop, Aids fucker 1 then said “this slut is great I must breed him now” he was quickly behind me pushing his hard hard death cock into my guts as Aid fucker 2 pushed his cock down my throat, look guys this slut is getting aids cocks and cum from both ends, it felt so right these guys took turn throat and arse fucking me, I could tell they where both close as my throat Aids fucker pulled out and said no no this death seed is going to breed you just as the Aids fucker deep in my arse said here is cum your fucked now slut as his cock exploded in my guts flooding me with his death virus, as soon as he pulled out the other one was slamming my hole and my first aids fucker throat fucked me with his blood covered virus coated cock, soon enough I could feel the Aids fucker in my cunt start to throb which made me shot another load of cum out of my cock, and it was enough to take him over the edge and ropes and ropes of toxic Aids cum spurted from his cock deep in me change my life forever. Once they had done, they both marked my back with Aid’s cum and two dashes, I now had three loads in me😊 and loads more to come, one happy slut. As the rest of the guys started taking their turns face and arse fucking me, I looked up to notice that Sir was whipping Jay really hard saying I knew what you did you dirty little fucker and you will pay. I had cum hands free so many time during my conversion that I had lost count, and was week and sore from all the loads I had received. When all of the breeders had finished and left Sir came round and looked at my back the count was 23 poz loads and 6 Aids loads. Nice good work slut he said slapping my butt, lets not waste any of that Aids cum in you as he took a large butt plug out and pushed into my gapping hole. Now for that disobedient slut hang there.

Can we just all just take a moment to wallow in the undeniable hotness of porn newcomer ARD? This fellow BZ member (known on here as Toxic-Verse) was kind enough to lend his infectious presence to one of my recent OF fetish videos. Suffice to say, when ARD stepped on set, none of us were prepared for the absolutely gobsmacking performance he delivered. If you haven’t seen the vid yet, I’ve got previews ARD’s porn debut on my Twitter that are so hot, your phone might melt.

I tell guys right up front I only play bareback. Raw or not at all.

I'd love to have this cowboy breed me!

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I agree with you totally. As a total bottom in chastity I always feel like I need to be bred.

I feel the same way. I think we have a bond I will never have with any other man.

Part Twenty Two All I knew was pain. Even fucked up, blasted on drugs and my mind turned around, Sammy's cock fucking hurt. His cockhead was massive and my ass was virgin. Those two facts made for excruciating pain. The problem was whatever he had injected me with made me so docile, so fucking out of it all I could do was let out a low moan and pray for strength. He was tearing me apart and he knew it. There was a sadistic grin on his face as he kept pressure on my hole, trying to shove that donkey dick into me. “Relax,” he ordered, bearing down even harder. “Arrghhhh...” I screamed, I was relaxed, I was bearing down, the problem was his cock was just too big to fit. “Please...” I said slurring my words... “Fucking...OPEN...” he growled and slammed his hips forward. There was a flash of white pain and then his head plunged past my muscle, I froze as I felt my ass spasm helplessly around the kid's cock. He was massive, my ass screamed in protest but was unable to do anything about it. “Fuck...” he muttered, “Like a oven in there...” thankfully he hadn't kept forcing his way in or I would have been bleeding everywhere. I thought I had understood how big he was but seeing it and having it up my ass was too different things. He leaned forward, the movement making me cry out loud, and he looked down at me. “Feel that? Feel that cock?” I nodded, my eyes watering. “That's a real cock, that's the cock that owns your soul,” he inched forward a hair and I closed my eyes in pain, “Get used to it...because by the end of the night you're going to be begging me for it. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to like this, how could anyone like this? It was like getting stabbed in the ass...I hated this. He moved again and another fraction of an inch entered me and the pain was even worse. I had just closed my eyes and hoped I passed out eventually. I felt something over my face and I opened my eyes to see my popper mask being lowered over my mouth and nose. I panicked for a moment because I knew how guys became when they were dosed on poppers. I held my breath for maybe half a second and then felt the pain intensify...and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds and then pushed forward again...I felt fire as my ass resisted and.... And then the world fell out from me. My head was thick as I felt like I was leaving my body. I knew there was still pain but it had nothing to do with me as I floated there for a moment, relishing in the feeling. I didn't care how I got here, how long it would last...all I knew was that this was nirvana and I wanted it to be forever. Of course slowly but surely I started to come down and as I did I became aware of my body and what was happening around me. I felt that fucking baseball bat of a cock pushing into me as Sammy fucked me hard, I could feel my back arching as my hips moved upwards with his thrust. I could feel the sweat pour off of me as I realized he had a hand on my throat as he fucked me. Just like that I was back and I was getting fucked. The pain had lessened and now there was a sting that was mixed with pleasure in a way I didn't think possible. He pulled seven inches out of me and he still had cock in me and then he'd thrust forward, knocking the wind out of me. My body wouldn't respond to my command as my arms and legs flailed in time to this thrusts. He was so fucking big...I could not believe it was all in me, the way it pressed at the walls of my ass, filling me, expanding me...I felt so full...so right... Another thrust into me and another spasm as I heard myself let out a whimper involuntarily. “Yeah...there we go...” he said in a syrupy kind voice, “Someone likes it...” He slid out again and my body lurched in response and then he pushed back in and I let out a louder noise, this one close to a moan. The pain was there but it felt so fucking incredible...he was destroying my ass completely...but in the best possible way. My entire life became that cock as he pistoned in and out of me. Each time I let out a cry louder than the last, my body still jerking like I was having a seizure. “You like that?” he asked in a cruel tone, “You like that cock?” I refused to answer because no matter how fucked up I was, I wasn't a bottom. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip from crying out as he pushed into me. My guts were jelly now, posing no resistance to his cock as he fucked me roughly. “Still fighting huh?” he asked, stopping his thrusts. I let out a sigh of relief as he just knelt there, looking down at me. “Not a bottom...” I said, completely out of breath. “You will be,” he said sneering, “Know how I know?” I didn't answer, focusing on getting my strength back. “Cause everyone ends up worshiping my cock.” I closed my eyes, wanting this to be over. I felt him move and his cock slid slowly out, a quarter inch at a time. It felt like a fucking snake moving out of my body and all I could do was lie there. With deliberate slowness he kept sliding it out and then something happened. His head moved over something and my entire mind exploded. “FUCK!” I cried out as my entire body jerked. He stopped and then pushed back in a tiny bit, causing the fireworks to go off again. I had never felt anything like this, it was fucking incredible. My entire body felt like I was cumming but I wasn't. My cock got hard within seconds and I felt whatever resistance I had in my mind melt as my head rolled to the side, drool coming out of my mouth. “What's that?” he asked, rocking back and forth, his fucking cockhead smashing that spot over and over. “Yes..yes...” I panted, feeling my ass try to open up, wanting more, wanting everything. “Thought you weren't a bottom?” he said, still sliding back and forth. I didn't even know my name any more, all I knew was that I needed sex, I needed to cum, I needed just more... “You like this?” I nodded, my ass coming off the bed to shove more of it into me. “Can't hear you,” he said, pulling his cock halfway out, making the feeling vanish and my ass cry out from the shock. “No!” I scream, pushing back onto his cock, “No...” Again his plum sized cockhead smashed into me and I saw the flashes of light as my cock twitched. He wasn't moving so I pulled back and then pushed back in, dragging the head over the spot again and again. My dick was rock hard and I could see trails of precum all over my abs as I kept moving back and forth. “Nope,” he said, pushing down on my chest, pulling his cock all the way out of me. There was a wet squelching sound as his cock popped free of my ass and a low moan as my ass refused to close all the way from the elephant cock. I looked up at him and he was kneeling there, that magnificent cock bobbing in front of me. “You said you weren't a bottom, I have to respect that.” My mind was fuzzy and my ass ached...but it wasn't pain, it was the absence of pleasure. His cock had made me so full felt so good...my ass was too empty, it needed more. “Please fuck me...” I blurted out before I could stop. “You a bottom?” he asked. Again my ego refused to let me respond but my ass and the drugs were strong as well. “No...” I said weakly and he pounced forward throwing me back, his cock plunging into my ass in one action. I moaned as I felt the shaft fill me up, his head rubbing that spot, causing my legs to wrap around his waist. He pulled back slightly and again I cried out as he paused, his giant mushroom head pressed against my prostate. “You a bottom?” he asked, moving back and forth so slightly that there probably wasn't a measurement for it but enough to cause that fucking cock to drive me insane. My head thrashed side to side as I called out his name, my cock weeping for release. “Tell me you're a bottom.” he commanded. And I realized he had been right, I was going to beg him. I hadn't figured out how he had tamed John so fast when he fucked him, what his trick was for making his older brother submit so completely to him, but here, with that cock in me I got it, I really did. When you're fucking someone you graze and nudge a guy's prostate, bring him flashes of pleasure, edging him on one shot at a time. But Sammy's cock...the fucking telephone pole it was...it didn't nudge anything. I filled my ass so much, pressed my walls so hard, that my boybutton was always being stimulated. My ass had surrender to his cock and my body had no choice but to follow. “I'm a bottom...” I cried out, “Fuck me Sammy...please...fuck me...” He chuckled and and pulled his cock back, “Hold on cunt.” And thrust into me hard, it felt like his cock was in my stomach as he pushed in and then pulled out. My head fell back onto the bed as over nine inches of Texas cock tamed my virgin ass and taught me the truth about the world. This cock, this cock was in charge, fuck I wanted it...I needed it. My mind broke as I just began to beg him as he rabbit fucked me like I was some back alley cunt. He didn't need to do anything to get me off, his cock was doing all the work just by being thick as a forearm. All the kid had to do was push in and out of me and I would walk over broken glass for more. As he kept fucking me I knew somewhere I was never going to top again, it wouldn't feel as good as this. Nothing in my life would feel as good as this cock raping me over and over again. It was like I could see my future, desperately looking for cocks to make me feel this way, but never finding satisfaction. As I spread my legs wide I knew I'd do anything to get this kid to fuck me again, pay anything, say anything, nothing was too much to feel like this again. I was this kid's slave for life. He pulled out and I cried out in protest until I saw him lay down, “Come on...” he said simply. Yesterday I would have spit in his face, I knew this move. Making the bitch ride your cock while you laid there, making them do all the work It was the ultimate debasement, they couldn't say they were forced or tricked, they literally had to fuck themselves to get off, no one to blame but themselves. I had done this exact trick to him in fact. But it didn't stop me from scrambling up and straddling his hips in a hurry. I reached back and held his cock steady as I positioned it to my hole. “Show me your pussy...” he cooed and I groaned from the debasement. I felt his cockhead slip past my ravaged hole, it seemed impossible it couldn't fit an hour ago. I actually began to drool as I felt his shaft fill me up, and my ass cried out in delight. Once I found the spot I began to rock up and down on that cock, fucking myself like the fucking bottom bitch I was. I didn't care anymore, as his horse cock battered into me I accepted I was made for this cock. I was made to be a hole for this kid. “Come on baby,” he taunted. “Show me how much my girl likes riding my cock.” I was his girlfriend now, another fucking empty headed cheerleader that he fucked and discarded. A role I played willingly if he just kept fucking me. “Who's a bottom?” he asked. “I'm a bottom, I'm a bottom...” I chanted, throwing myself down on all nine inches again and again. “OK!” he yelled. The door opened and there was the guys, standing outside looking in. I saw Josh with his phone out, filming me riding a cock. “Say it again,” Sammy ordered. I felt the last shred of my dignity burn up as that cock punched into me and I just moaned, “I'm a bottom...I'm your fucking bottom Sammy...” They all laughed at me, which for some reason turned me on even more. “You gonna be the house cunt?” he asked, thrusting his hips up, causing me to whimper loudly. I nodded as I felt my cock starting to pulse. “Say it, tell these guys how you'll let them fuck you.” “I'm your bottom,” I cried out as he thrust faster and faster, “I'm your cunt...you can fuck me anytime...I am...I am...” “You're their jock cunt?” Sammy asked. “I'm your jock cunt, I'm your jock cunt...OH FUCK...” I screamed as I felt my balls tighten. “Is my girl gonna cum?” he asked and I nodded and then felt the first blast of cum shoot out of me. “I'm cumming! I'm cumming...” The entire house watched as I came like a firehouse, hands free, from simply riding Sammy's cock. I knew Josh was getting it all but I didn't care, all I could think about was that cock and my orgasm. That was all that mattered. “Such a good girl....” Sammy said, his hands reaching up to my pecs, “Such nice titties...you're gonna make the perfect house girl aren't you?” I felt his cock twitch and I nodded, “Anything you want Sammy, anything...” One hand reached up and grabbed my neck and brought my face down to his, “Who's the alpha?” “You are...” I said trying to kiss him He moved his mouth and I ended up just licking his face, doing anything I could to show him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, “You're my alpha.” He pushed me off of him, I fell back, his cock popping out of my ass with a pop. “And that is how you do it.” he said standing up, my eyes still fixated on his cock. “These guys are going to fuck you, all night. You will do anything they say. Anything. You understand?” I nodded, feeling dread wash over me. He walked over towards me, “And if you do everything they say, I might come back in and finish you off.” There was a warm feeling inside of me as I realized my ass was spasming, imagining his cock up in me again. “Anything they want,” I repeated. He turned around and looked at John, “Your turn, come on.” I saw John's head go down as he followed Sammy out of the room. I saw the guys move towards me like a pack of hungry wolves and I knew...I knew this was where I belonged. On the bottom.

I assure you, my decision about whether I’m willing to fuck a racist traitor isn’t political, it’s visceral. I don’t disapprove of the man for his political views, I’m revolted by his vile character. But why, in any case, is Breedingzone not the right forum to discuss having a social conscience? That comes into play in all sorts of discussions we have here, from topics like whether it’s ethical to slut one’s ass during a pandemic, to whether it’s okay to sabotage a condom, to questions of how much responsibility a poz man has to self-identify in the age of ART and U=U. Of course it’s appropriate.

Preach it man. I love brown and yellow. 🙂 The filthier it is, the better it is. Hail Belphegor!