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Today I went to two bath houses and an old theater downtown in my city. It was the first time I went with the purpose of being a no loads refused cumdump. My hole got bred so much It was leaking non stop. Got three loads at the first bath house from some silver daddies. Then I got four at the other one, I never even saw their faces! Finally decided to enter an old adult theater I saw on my way to the bath houses. There I got two more loads by some probably homeless dudes. It was pure bliss. The best part? I didn't ask anyone their status. As a newly converted cum slut I finally felt free, free to fuck bare. I'm a barebacker, and I love it.

Why the fuck would any man want to pull his bare cock out of some sluts hole when we are ready to cum? lt makes no sense. The bitch aint getting pregnant and we don't really care if we knock up some slut. lf I'm in your ass, it's gonna be raw every time, and l'm burying it as deep as I can and shooting my load up in your guts. l expect to be thanked, faggots.

Part 7 “Your future son, it starts here tonight. Now, STRIP!” I didn’t. I was paralyzed in place, my mind completely blanked out and my body frozen. That, however, did not please dad. I felt massive pain erupt from my balls as dad’s palms grabbed and squeezed my balls really hard, kneading and groping them. “I asked you to strip boy, you don’t disobey your father in his house.” This was so fucked up, yet why was I so turned on. I couldn’t focus due to the pain of his squeezing, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I have never been into pain or even aroused by it, but right now, it was doing something incredible for me. Because despite the pain, I was extremely aroused. Dad removed the pressure on my balls, but held my balls in the palm of his hands, kneading them lightly like it was a 8-ball. With his other hand, he pulled up my t-shirt and took it off. My senses returned to me and the absurdity of the situation hit me like a truck. I pulled back from dad, hoping to bring a stop to this from going any further. But dad was prepared. Before I could do anything else, he pushed a piece of clothing in my face, right against my nose and held it tight. I tried to fight it, but dad had wrapped his free arm around my back, holding me in place. I had youth on my side, allowing me to wiggle out of his grip before I felt something, hairy and massive against my back. “Breathe in son, it’ll feel a lot better soon,” Chief’s voice echoed in my ear, as he sandwiched me from the back against my dad. My struggle to set myself free started tiring me out, making me take a few deep whiffs of the cloth against my nose. The more I smelt it, the relaxed I felt. “That’s it son, just relax now. We’ll take care of you,” dad responded, his other hand now stroking my dick through my shorts. Whatever I was breathing in was making me more and more relaxed, making me moan as dad’s expert teasing and stroking started working up my libido. I don’t know how long the cloth was held against my face but when it was taken off, I could barely stand. I felt dizzy but very horny, to the point where I felt myself being moved deeper into the room but I felt no control over my actions. A sudden push landed me with a thud on something soft, like a bed. I was moved to an upward position, lying on my back, and completely zoned out. I felt a weight on my chest. Upon looking up, I saw Sam sitting on my chest, his huge cock and balls above my face. He maneuvered himself, until his balls and taint were above my mouth, before lowering them down to my lips. “Suck.” I opened my mouth and his balls struggled to pop in due to their combined size. I pulled one ball in my mouth, licking and playing with it with my tongue. The popper kept coming, with the cloth being pushed against my nose every few minutes, taking me deeper and deeper. At one point, I felt my legs being pushed up, my ass exposed to the warm basement draft. Without breaking a sweat, Sam kept me in place by stroking his dick above my face, while I licked, sucked and played with his testicles. A cold sensation spread across my asshole for a moment before I felt something thin and bony pushing in. It was sharp and made me sober up a little. Sensing that, Sam pushed the popper dosed rag back on my nose, holding it in place until my head dropped back, a stupid smile on my face. Whoever was fingering my ass, felt my hole relaxed and upped the antics, finger-fucking me hard and deep. Sam dislodged his balls from my mouth at the same time as the finger was yanked out of my ass. I felt so deprived and vulnerable, uneasy by the sudden cool air around me and craving the touch of a man. But that vulnerability was short lived, as my legs were pushed back again and I felt a weight move between them. I looked up to see my dad between my legs, holding my legs up by the ankles. His thick, dad bod on full display, a bio hazard tattoo surrounding his belly button, visible through the ample hair on his frontal. I had no time to react before I felt dad pushing his cock in, slowly but unrelenting. Without missing a beat, dad kept pushing and forcing my ass to open for his cock, until he was all the way in. The pain was immense. I hadn’t been fucked in a while and certainly never by a cock so big. The Sloan clan is blessed with well-endowed dicks and at 7 and a half inches, I know I am the “dwarf” of the family. Dad’s dick was stretching my hole out, carving a tunnel for the onslaught he was about to rain on it. “Fuck son, your cunt is so warm,” dad said, almost a whisper. He leaned over, until our bodies felt glued by sweat, lust and an intense passion, thrusting his big thick poz cock into my ass. I had no control over him, relinquishing my control and letting daddy command me as he pleased. In the moment, I was just a boy, being shown the way of the world by my dad, as I marveled on. His thrusts were getting stronger, deeper, exploring the deepest crevice’s of my body, as I groaned and moaned. The lack of lube was starting to show, as I felt scraping in my hole. It made me squirm and I asked Sam for lube. “Here’s some lube for ya, bud”, Sam said as he pushed the rag into my mouth again. I tried to spit it out, but he covered my mouth with his palms, while dad kept fucking me. “Getting close boy, dad’s gonna shoot son” Dad grunted between thrusts, “Gnooo…ughhh….mmmpphh…..” I hoarse out through the rag, the sudden realization that my dad was about to drop HIV cum into me. I had no say in the matter, and nothing I could do. Dad grunted one last time as I felt his dick throb and twitch inside my butt. About a minute later, when he pulled out, a dollop of cum rolled out of my ass and dripped down my balls. “I see blood, Bax” Chief commented, as he pulled my father in for a kiss. “He’s dripping blood.” I felt Chief’s finger on my bruised ass lips as he scraped some cum and put it up for me to see. I saw white thick cum, with a slight orange tinge and small tissue like flecks of blood on it. My ass was full of hot toxic cum, my father’s toxic cum. My fate was sealed in the company of these 3 poz men. And I realized, I would not have it any other way.

Hello, It's been a while but I'm back. I needed some time and space to process everything. The last few months sent me down a rabbit hole of darkness but I have come out the other side and I am in a much better place, physically and mentally. The next part will be out this week, I'm editing it at the moment. Thank you for being so nice and supportive. Who knew nasty pigs like y'all could be the kindest people I'd meet :)

Part 2 Waiting for Master and his friends took ages. I was still panting from the pleasure I was feeling and th 8th film featured an Asian boy who was kneeling on a platform in front of Master, ready to be spanked and whipped. Master didn't hold back when it came to punishing the boy. Marks of scratches began to form on the boy's back that slowly started to bleed and Master's entourage circled around the boy, jacking off. "Looks like you need some moisturizing, don't you bitch?" The boy could only muster a soft "Yes, Master, please." He was pleading and what followed after was the circle of men coming onto his back. It was around 6 of them. Not a drop of cum touched the platform as the boys soon to be scars were now being soothed by warm cum. "Let it absorb, boy. We're going to make sure you get it." Master and the rest of the men then rubbed their palms over the boy, slapping in between while the boy continued to scream in a mixture of bliss and agony. The TV then turned blank and I suddenly saw myself in it. I never noticed that a blinking red light was illuminating from above and it then registered that I was being filmed since I got here. There was something about seeing myself in this position that turned me on and elevated me to compensate the lack of Tina I've been deprived of since Master left. Finally, Master came in in a different outfit than last night. "I hope you enjoyed my masterpieces. Soon, you'll be in one." Master then shotgunned me for the first time in 6 hours and I was rejuvenated. My eyes popped out again and Master gave me water while he untied my restraints. "Let's change up a bit. Spread yourself on the bed" The moist sheets under me reeked of my piss and the cum of those that deposited in the jar. Master was right. It was natural musk. I became acclimatized to it. After maneuvering myself, Master positioned me in an eagle form. I could only see the ceiling now with full view of the camera and a mirror. "You're holding up very well, aren't you? 7 out of 10 boys in your position right now would have begged me to release them or attempt to escape. Even with the drugs. Not you. You're comfortable where you are. It's time to meet my friends, boy." I could only look at Master's eyes and nod. "Very quiet now. Good. You're going to behave well with my friends and you're going to take whatever that they give you. Aren't you?" "Yes, Master. Anything you do to me, they can." "Good bitch. It's still early, boy. Not even a quarter of my friends are here yet" Soon, a few of Master's friends showed up. I calculated around 4 of them. If this wasn't a quarter, I expected at least 20 of Master's friends tonight. Master's friends were around his age and built similar to him. All of them had awakened a part of me that craved for older men. A daddy, a dom, who knows? Ask me last week if I would fuck a man over 30s and I would've laughed. Now, anyone with a strand of white hair would have free reign on my ass. Each of Master's friends inspected me, caressing and pinching me. I responded with growls of approval. One inserted his fingers into my mouth and I took it as if it was a lollipop. The other two started sucking my niple and the other began rimming me. I was in Heaven. Master only stood across me as if he was a monolith with that grin I first saw that catalyses me to be where I was. "Damn, you really got a pig here, Pierre." "How lucky of me. Take your time boys, this pig here is truly a dime in the dozen. I can tell that he will definitely love his gift." The thought of being poz now unfazed me. I was meant to carry Master's seed and be a part of him. It was only necessary for me to be seeded. As hard as I tried to avoid being reckless, I rationalized my need to be poz as a pathway to certifying me as a true cumdump. No more fear, as one of Master's friends whispered to me before sucking my ears and spitting in me. My body continued to feel the wave of hands that were touching me. This time, with oil to highlight my built and the effort I had put in the gym. Before I knew it, Master replaced the previous head harness with another leather one that only revealed my mouth and nostrils. Everything was in complete darkness and the rest of my senses started to heighten. The music was now louder and I could hear a bottle being put under my nose being unscrewed. Poppers. Finally. My ass was now breathing and the buttplug in me gyrated. Cum was still leaking out of it. Master pulled it out with no warning and I immediately screamed, with everyone in the room praising in unison. "Good fucking pig, that's it boy. Use that hole" Suddenly, I felt some form of string being tied to my bicep. "Now you've met Tina, boy. Time to introduce you to slam." I did not want to protest because everything I had consumed at this point left me with zero regrets. I felt a prick and within seconds, I started coughing rapidly. The rest of the men laughed and I now felt as if I was on another plane of existence where my only purpose in life was to be a hole and to serve. Nothing else mattered at that point. "Fuck yeah, I'm a pig. A cumdump who wants each of your poz loads. Breed me please!" I guess this is how Master got all his boys to cry out those fucked up things there were saying. At that point, having cum in my ass was all that mattered. To be deposited with each of their seed and satisfy them. Master rimmed me again and fed me with the cum from the plug that I was keeping. I tried to not waste a single drop as Master was also pecking me in between, biting my lips and spitting in my mouth. All while his friends were still probing my orifices. They took off the nipple clam I had and it was now replaced with a pair of nipple suckers. I continued to moan and wishing that I would remember this feeling forever. I haven't even been fucked yet and I've already reached nirvana. "Damn bitch, you really like to be a hole, don't you? A slutty pig? A cumdump?" All I could do was nod and say Yes repeatedly. "It's not even midnight yet, boy. We're still expecting company but I know you want some cocks in you now, don't you?" Yes, again I cried. "Now you're not going to get cum anytime soon, but Randy here can give you some more Tina that's a bit different than before." With that, Master's mouth shifted away and for the first time in almost 24 hours, I finally had a cock up in me. It must have been about 8 inches. I yelped and I could tell Randy was on top of me, piston fucking me as his drool dropped into my mouth that was rarely shut. "Nice fucking ass boy. Very nice. Surprised it's still tight. Don't worry, this won't take long, I'm just here to take a leak." Randy continued to fuck me and soon he got soft. Staying inside, he then whispered that I was going to take his T piss to continue the high. I nod and reached out for his kiss. He stayed in me for almost a minute, still as I felt his piss depositing in me. Warm, but not as thick as cum. It was unbelievable. Pulling out of me, Master quickly plug me back. I could only let out a sigh of relief and a smile while the men chuckled at how great and different I was. They brushed my head lightly and told me how well I was doing. "It's still early for me to say this but I'm just going to tell you that you're already halfway to becoming the cumdump you were born to be." Master then decided to take an intermission as his other guests were arriving soon. "You're not going to take a break, we are. Keep that plug in place and enjoy the sound." My restraints were tightened and my headgear was replaced with a gas mask. A tube was connected to a large bottle of popper poppers for me to inhale. The music then changed to a track that contained hypnotic trance chanting, with a voice over telling me to enjoy, cherish and accept cum. To be a cumdump. It was as if I was living in those popper training videos. Nothing compared to how I was feeling. All I could let out was moans of ecstasy and growls of pleasure. I wondered how I looked like in the TV but the reflection above me was more than enough. Unrecognizable was what I would describe. At the end of the audio, the voice encouraged me to repeatedly announce what I truly was. "What are you?" "A cumdump." "What are you?" "A cumdump" "What are you?" "A fucking cumdump!" I shouted, with pride as the audio ended. I heard clapping coming through the door as Master lead in a couple of new guys. Around 8 of them now. "Well, well, well. You keep surprising me, boy. Good job. Here are some guys I'd like you to meet next. There's more outside so don't get too greedy with them." As the men entered, another trail of men were observing from the door. A line was being formed. All of them were the kinds that I wouldn't have thought I would fuck. Matured, stocky & most of all, sleazy. Yet, still in shape. The youngest was probably early 40s. The oldest one however, around late 60s, had defined pecs and a 9incher. His veins were apparent and his biceps were still in tact. He also had a scorpion tattoo above his navel. He brushed pass by Master and approached me. "Pierre, your Master, got his seed from me. Everyone in this room has the same strain that originated from me. Pierre is your Master, but I am your Father. Do you understand that?" I nodded. "Good. You're going to get our seed, and you will receive this gift with gratitude. Our bond is forever and at your age, your duty is to recruit and gather more holes like yours for us to use as we please. This is the task that was given to boys before you and we have expectations. Understood?" "Yes." "Perfect. Now friends, let's fuck this whore and show him our world."

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

I'd been watching the boy for years. Every weekend like clockwork he'd show up at the clubs at 12:00 with a body that got me rock hard in seconds. Every weekend with his boyfriend. I'd never actually approached the boy - not out of any sense of morality, I'd broken into and broken up relationships with lesser guys, but these two came in and were in their own little world, which no one could penetrate, not with drinks or pickup lines or even a hot body. He stood 5' 5", about 150 pounds, with the body of jock Filipino stud, with sexy cock sucking lips, biceps like tennis balls, a 30" waist and a big thick muscular ass. For years I watched boys and men approach him, trying break in, each time failing miserably. The boy was obviously obsessed with his boyfriend, who was an average looking cute cub stud. In fact the cub was so average, it was a wonder he had snagged and kept such a hot piece of ass going in the five years since I first saw them. Although the cub was obviously the more social of the two, he kept close to keep the jock boy happy. But then suddenly, after all my patient observing from afar, I saw the opening. It was the cub's birthday, and he wore a birthday hat and pin that said as much. He was was dancing around with a larger group of friends than usual, and getting very very drunk. The boy was also in the group, but obviously a little farther apart, being not as social as the cub, was also getting increasingly drunk. As I grabbed the ass of my flavor-of-the-week, making him squirm, I counted the shots: one, two, three, four, five ... seven. The night dragged on, but the boys' minds were obviously weakened. "You see that boy with the birthday hat?" I asked my current squeeze. He nodded and giggled. "Go pull him up on the dance floor give him a little present." He laughed and sauntered up to the cub, and dragged him up to the floor to begin dancing. The effect was delayed which was a good sign, but the boy stumbled up to his boyfriend and attempted to cut in and get him back, so I made my move. I grabbed his intoxicated hot body and began to dance with him pulling his hips toward my crotch. Now, I'm 6' 1", 198 pounds, muscular with an 8 1/2 inch cock which is as thick as a coke can. His ass felt me before the rest of his body. He paused for a second while i ground my hardening dick on his ass. His mind weak and body wanting. but his eyes stayed on his boyfriend who was was preoccupied by two guys, one of his friends as well as my squeeze, both of whom were now dancing on him. The jock boy pulled away for a second to move towards them, but I turned him around pulled him up against my body. His head fell against my chest, and I took him into my arms. I could tell he was interested, but conflicted. I whispered to him, "You know you can trust your man. How long have you been together?" "Six years" he sort of gasped in a manly baritone. I smiled. "Has he ever strayed?" "Never" he replied. "See, you can trust him." And I looked and believed myself. The cub might have been dancing with two hot twinks, but he kept his hands up and away from them. Fortunately, of course, the cub was clueless as to my intentions, as I began to maneuver the jock boy from the lime lights to the darker corners of the club. I continued to press the boy against my body, and he began to reciprocate, dancing with great skill. Many times I'd seen him dance with his boyfriend, and admittedly the stub boy was exceptionally good at moving his hips in such a fashion as suggested he was begging to be fucked. As his ass and hips worked on my crotch, I began to push the envelope. I slipped my hand under his shirt. I could feel a strong set of abs, not from being slim but from working out. My hand traveled north feeling a strong chest and, when I flicked his nipple, his arms shot straight-up and he moaned and damn near convulsed. His body was becoming slightly limp as the alcohol was taking more of a hold on him, so I had little trouble backing him up against a wall, his hands in front of his face, and reaching around, I I unbuttoned his pants, slid my hand under his tight sexy underwear and reached his hole. Fuck. No wonder his boyfriend was able to keep him. His hole was obviously regularly well-fucked. I slipped one digit into his hole, feeling his soft, velvety chute, finger fucking him. His back arched and he moaned, as he bucked and moaned. It was definitely time to take things further. I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them, and ushered his drunk body out the back entrance to my car, stuffing him into the passenger seat, and without ado, began the quick drive to to my place. "Where are we going?" he moaned. "My place baby boy. We're gonna have some fun." He looked over at me with a dazed expression. "Who are you?" "I'm gonna make you a very happy bottom boy tonight." About then I pulled up to a red light, so I took the time to slide my free hand into the ass of his pants and give him some finger. His head flew back, his body arched, and he let out another moan. "What's your name baby boy?" "John," he gasped. "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-three." "Do you like big dicks baby Johnny?" He paused and bit his lips I pressed my finger deeper into his hole, gasping "Yeessss." With that I whipped-out my hard cock, and invited him "Take a look, Johnny." He stared at it in awe. "Go on and suck it, Johnny." He looked at me as if realizing something and then blurted out "I've only ever been with my boyfriend. I've never done anything with anyone else." I replied "I'm bigger than is he, right?" "A little" he laughed, adding "thicker, too." "He fucks you good, huh?" "Yeah, I love it." "Come on, Johnny, touch it." I grabbed his hand and put it on my shaft he slowly began to stroke me. Precum began to drip out the head and he seemed entranced. His eyes were half open, mouth wide, speech was slurred, obviously still drunk. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my cock. The minute the head slipped into his open mouth, he moaned and began sucking like he'd been waiting the chance for decades, not ten minutes. He went down on me, trying to deep throat my cock, moaning in pleasure, and lost in the taste and feel of a stranger's cock in his mouth. He didn't pick his head up till he realized I'd parked the car in my garage. "Where are we?" he again slurred. "Where's my phone?" I grabbed his head and began to kiss him. I had thought far enough ahead to slip his phone out of his pocket, and didn't think it necessary to fill him in on that detail. Shortly after we left the club his phone had begun vibrating, but I had turned it off, and when he asked about his phone, I distracted him by pushing my tongue into his moaning mouth. The potential threat to my plans having passed, I decided to make my next move, ordering him bruskly "Get out of the car." He complied, stumbling out of the passenger seat, into my garage. I steadied him and pulled him through the door that lead directly from the garage into the living room. I sensed part of his will was trying to fight my domination, but his body was not up to the challenge, and seemingly wanted to get off as much as did I. Not wasting any time, I stripped off his shirt, threw him on the couch, and pulled a bottle of poppers I carried in my pocket, and presented them for his inhalation, which he did instinctively. Then I gave him another hit in his other nostril. "What... what was that?" "Something to help you relax." I could see the fumes hit him fast. He moaned and threw his head back murmurring "Oh my god, what is this?" I handed him the bottle, saying I'd be right back, that I had something even better for him. I grabbed a bottle of lube I'd laced with coke, and then with a second thought went to my computer, which fortunately was in sleep mode, and bringing-up Craigslist, I posted this advertisement: Hot Filipino boy, looking for cum. Generous men only. I figured I may as well go as far as I could while I was at it. Walking back into the living room, I found John had nearly passed out (except for an occasional quiet moan). I snapped a photograph of his half-naked-drunk-and-poppered-up-high-body and uploaded it onto the Craigslist posting. "This is so crazy" he said when I got back "I'm so drunk." "I know" I laughed as I stripped off my remaining clothing, and presented myself to his gawking gaze for a few seconds. With a 45 inch chest and 28 inch arms, I'm a big guy and my tool stood erect in his face. He got on all fours on the couch and began to suck. I ripped off his underwear, watching with pleasure as his chiseled young back arched and his hips began to gyrate as I slowly fucked his beautiful lips. Then I maneuvered so I could pour some of the lube onto his quivering ass, managing (with some difficulty) to finger fuck him with one finger. When he began to fuck himself on my finger I knew the laced lube was having the desired effect so I stuffed a second finger in. Although his ass could obviously take a beating, he was still tight and his body ripped, so I pulled his mouth off my cock and turned him around, positioning him on all fours. I lined my dick with his hole and grabbed his hips and began to push in. He screamed and I held him down as I pushed the entirety of my cock into his hole. It was like popping a cherry, knowing I was only second cock that had ever been in here. It was an utter turn-on. I ground my cock inside him as deeply as I could, and naturally he screamed again, but this time there was a hint of ecstasy in his voice. "You like that?" I asked him, adding "You like my big cock in your tight baby boy hole?" He was screaming into a pillow so I grabbed him by his short hair and pulled his head up, repeating my question: "I said, 'Do ...you... like... my ...big... cock... in...your...hole?" accenting each word with deep thrust into his ass. He yelped each time. "Yes" he gasped, adding "Oh my god yes, I love it." "Has your boyfriend ever fucked you raw like I am now?" "No, never." "Feels good to get fucked raw, doesn't it?" "Fuck yes..." he replied, as his ass and hips began to shiver and shake. "Mmmm, tonight I'm gonna breed. You will want raw cum in your ass all the time, don'tcha?" He didn't verbally reply, but his hips began to shake harder, evidence, I thought, of an assent, so I egged him on a bit more saying "You're gonna want to be filled up all the time with cum, aren't you?" He moaning mindlessly, captured by the pleasure. I slapped his ass hard once, and I might as well as have kicked a horse with spurs, because he began feverishly fucking himself on my cock, moaning and yelling saying "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME OMG FUCKKKKK ME!!!" I stood there while he fucked himself on my cock, his whole body milking me for it, begging me for my cum. As he did so, I flipped on my phone and checked my email for the ad. There was a big response. I picked 10 of the responses and texted them the address told them to be here in an hour - and to bring cash. I also took a second to take a snap another photograph of Johnny boy fucking himself on my fat dick, and sent it to the guys, just to wet their appetites. I put my phone down and now it was time to get to work. I grabbed Johnny's hips and began piston-fuck my cock into him. He screamed, but begged for more. I fucked him with the only goal of dropping first load of the night into him. I pounded furiously, almost completely withdrawing my cock out every time. His head flew back with inward thrust, his tight muscles moving under his skin. I felt my nut coming. and then I yelled and growled out a thick load of cum into his ass, fucking it deep into his body. Then I pulled out and pulled his head around to my cock and made him suck the ass juices and cum off my dick. He was obviously enjoying himself, as he moaned the entire time as he cleaned my cock, although admittedly it looked like he could pass out. Then the doorbell rang. There would be no sleeping tonight. More to cum

Paul had his first day at his new job. He was a chemist and before that he had looked everywhere to find a job without any luck. At his early 30’s and recently engaged, he had to find a job the soonest possible. Thankfully, he was invited for an interview in which he appeared to be the most worthy candidate and he would be part of a laboratory team. The owner of the lab who also happened to be the team’s leader was Richard, a man in his early 40’s, with an average height and a rather lean body. Everything in that place looked satisfying, the working conditions and his co workers, not to mention his salary. That day, it happened that some experiments got late and Paul volunteered to stay longer since he was too shy to leave. By the end of the processhowever he had some chit chat with his new boss. The two men got closer. Paul explained to him how hard it was for him to find a decent job and Richard told him that he needed a man of his trust, someone loyal to him. Paul was more than willing to play this part and he assured him that he could trust him. The two men were standing still and Richard was observing him. “Being loyal to me means more than caring for the lab he said”. What do you mean? Paul asked Richard asked him to sit on the lab bench. I want that person to be mine, to fullfil my desires and in exchange he will be the man of my trust, second to none. I will give you all that you need. But you need to give me all that you are first, said Richard. I am kinda confused said Paul with his voice trembling. It’s very simple he said and his hand touched his chest. You can either obey to me and have everything, or you can go out and have nothing. Paul needed what he meant. If he did run away he would be broke, completely. Richard saw his hesitation and pushed it further. “Get naked for me” he said and so he did. He asked him to sit on the bench again and he observed his body. He was very pleased with what he saw. He then spreaded his legs so as to gain access to his asshole. He used some glycerin from a nearby bottle and lubed his asshole with a finger and then he put a second. Paul moaned in pain. Mm you’re tight. Maybe it’s indeed your first time. I’m good with beginners don’t be stressed he said and laughed. He grabbed him from the shoulder and rotated him on the lab bench till his dick was next to his mouth. “The better you suck it the less it’s gonna hurt” he said and pushed it down his throat. He choked him and slightly bid him. The boss slapped him in the face and told him “you need to open wider”. After a few seconds he decided it’s time for the main dish. I really like that my guy obeys me. But it’s your first time so I’m gonna give you a little extra help. He got away for a second and then he brought two pairs of handcuffs. He immobilized him by tying it’s hand to the metallic extentions of the bench that supported the upper shelves. “There you are he said”. Paul was now laid on the bench and Richard put his legs on his shoulders. “It’s gonna hurt a bit” he said and pushed his dick deep in his asshole. Paul screamed. I want you to be silent said Richard but Paul was in pain. He slapped his balls and Paul scremed again. Maybe you need a little help said and he took the socks of Paul’s feet and placed them in his mouth. See? That’s better he said and he continued to fuck him. Paul was trying to tell Richard something but with his hands tied and his mouth filled with socks was difficult to communicate. Hmm said Richard. Maybe you need a condom? Paul moved his heard in a manner indicating yes. Richard pulled of his hard dick only to return some seconds later with 3 condoms in his hands. Strawberry, bana and natural sensation.. which do u prefer he said? Paul could not respond. Richard then said “Why don’t we use all three for maximum protection? He said. He removed the sock from his mouth and put all three condoms wrapped in their package in his mouth and then put the socks back. “See?” he said now we’re both safe. And he started fucking him. Your dick is really nice said Richard. Too bad it’s not hard. I like so much touching it he said. And while he fucked him he started slapping repeatedly his dick with the front and back side of his hand while Paul was moaning in pain. “I’m glad you like it as well” he said. Richard look at his watch. Damn I’m late he said. And your wife is gonna be worried about you, I have to breed you soon. Paul started to resist with his legs and Richard got angry. He grabbed him from his hair and told him “If you want to be high so as to be obedient, we can do something about it, but if you don’t stop fighting back I’m gonna bang your heard to the bench till you lose consciousness. Paul stopped moving and understood he could not escape. Minutes later his asshole received its first cum. “Don’t worry you don’t have to cum” said his boss and released him. Paul could barely stand on his feet and he was rather confused from the shock. “Next time will be better” said the boss. “I value people who are loyal and obedient to me” he concluded. And then paul with no answer got dressed and left the laboratory, being on his way home. I hope you enjoyed my story. Feel free to share your thoughts and comments and I will have more parts of it.

"I'm afraid the test has come back positive Mr Latimer. Its important to understand HIV isn't the death sentence it once was there are a variety of medications you can take that will allow you to lead a normal life but I must stress that it is of the upmost importance to get a plan into place ASAP as currently your Viral Load and cdc count are alarmingly high " 4 hours later sweat dripping from my body as I feel the twink beneath clench his asshole as he feels my bare cock enter him. This afternoons conversation replays again and again through my head. The twink mutters something about a condom but I barely hear it as I continue to work my cock in and out of him. I clear my head for a minute and listen to what he's saying. "Mr that cock feels incredible but I usually only play safe are you clean" "don't worry boy I showered when I got here" I respond. My cock keeps working his hole harder and harder I begin to fuck as all of the emotions begin to spill out of me. I look down and notice the twins ass has begun to bleed on my cock sometime during my assault. The site of the blood unleashes an animal inside that I never knew existed. As the twin moans beneath me I begin to growl. "you like this cock don't you boy. You want this raw cock deep inside don't you." The twink face is ecstasy but he doesn't speak. I slap his face hard and spit in his mout before placing one hand again his throat and squeezing. "cmon boy tell me how much you love this dick. Tell me how much you want this cock to breed you" "Please Mr please" he responds "please what" I hiss before slapping him once more and quessing tighter. "Please cum in me" I continue my assault as I feel my orgasm brewing. "you ready for this load boy. You ready to take my gift. I used to be a bottom whore just like you but I changed and you will too. Once this load gets into you you'll see just how much fun being a top can be now take this fucking gift. Feel my poz load fill that cunt". The twinks eyes open wide and I see fear and confusion spread across his face. "here it comes cunt take my load take my poison" My cock explodes and I feel burst after burst of toxic cum explode into his hole. I wait untill I'm done pull out and leave the twink on the bed shell shocked. "you'll thank me one day now boy"

I was working from home and felt really horny. So I went onto Grindr and after a while this guy messaged me asking if I’m up for a bb fuck, I said of course. He asked for my address and said he’ll be half an hour. He turned up and asked me if I was neg, told him of course. Sucked him for a bit and then he just went on top of me and pushed his raw cock inside me, no lube. He said if he comes too quickly we can wait 5 min and do it again. He shot his load and said he needs to get cigarettes and be back. I’ve met him before and I knew he won’t be back. Lol. Which was fine with me as I just wanted a load anyway. A while later this other guy messaged me and wanted the fuck dump and go style as he’s never done that before. I left the door on latch and waited on all fours on the bed. He came and started fucking me. He also came pretty quick and told me he was so turned on and that he usually takes him ages to shoot his load. I could feel the loads inside me so I messaged this other guy who I spoke to before. He told me he only wants preloaded holes so I told him I had two. Not long and he was here. He ate my hole and sucked some out then pushed his big cock balls deep in. I could feel the other loads deep inside. He fucked me and whenever he pulled out I could feel the cum leaking from my hole. He dropped his load and left. I was hungry for more and I found the 4th guy. Stocky blacK boy who was horny. He came pretty quick too. I pushed the loads out later and it was a lot. I hope to work from home again soon.

Putting the “ho” in hollywood Visiting la. Yesterday, I had a ton of obligations - business meetings, mandatory dinner with hubs’ friends, etc when all I wanted to do was fuck. I found the guys in wEHo kind of disappointing (picky, flaky, Druggie) and was about to go to bed. i did, however, talk to a cute guy in Hollywood. We were both sleepy and unsure we should meet, but we gave it a shot. He told me he particularly enjoys fucking pre-loaded ass. I told him he was my first of the night, sorry. I came over; we had a great chat (he had an amazing personality) and he fucked me quickly. He apologized and I said no worries, a lot of guys tell me my ass is magical. I told him his neighbor invited me over and if he can do round two, he might get that wet ass pussy he wanted. He said he’d try. neighbor was a blonde 45yo daddy. Hung, passionate, kind. We made love to each other (he even sucked my toes; loved that) and we swapped loads. He was also an amazing kisser and we cuddled for a few minutes afterwards cuz it was so good. I went back to top #1 who got hard again feeling my sloppy ass & was able to fuck me longer too. Gave my load #3. a lovely evening was had by all :)

Chapter 2 I started to come round; every part of my body hurt. I opened my eyes but I could see nothing the hood was still in place I tried sucking through the water pipe but it was empty making a sound like the end of a coke at McDonalds. My forearms were still bond together with gaffer tape and I could not move my legs. The truck seemed not to be moving but it was hard to tell if the engine was still running as that noise did not carry into the crate, I was in. I tried to push up but nothing moved I was left there in the dark., I thought back on my conversations with the bear and realised that this was exactly one of the things I described to him. It isn’t the bondage or the physical pain that I needed it was the FEAR. I could feel how hard my cock was. I am lost, alone, no one is going to come looking for me. I lay there trying not to think too much about what could happen as that just made me harder. My arm must have knocked the side of the crate as I felt something dig in to my skin. I lay there trying to process the sensation and slowly I remembered where I felt that before. I had a needle in my arm, the type you get in hospital when you are on an IV and they want to give you regular injections. I wondered what it could mean and when he had put in in! I tried slowly counting so I could measure time but I found it hard to focus and soon gave up. I may have fallen asleep or just blurred because I had a sense that time had passed but nothing appeared to change. Then a smell came through the water hose it smelt like piss but my mouth was so dry I sucked it up. Moments later I found myself being pushed one way and then another by the motion of the truck. A cool sensation started in my arm, guessing that meant the IV drip in my arm was now flowing again. I heard a buzz through the built-in headphones and his voice returned. You are property, I own you, you answer to the name pig, sounds mixed in from all directions the words buzzed and escaped my mind when I tried to focus on them. My eyes closed and my mind shut down. I woke to cold mountain air hitting me as the lid of the crate was lifted, hands pulled me up right and the hood was pulled off my head. I opened my mouth as the tube was pulled out to stretch my jaw as I did that a ball was thrust in to my mouth my eyes shot open but it was already too late the ball gag was strapped in place. The bear, my kidnapper moved round in front of me holding a large hunting knife. I froze in place. Guns I might not know but you have to be a fool to not recognise a knife that was so sharp and long it looked like it could go through me and stick out the other side. “PIG!” my eyes shoot to his. “I am going to cut your bounds and you will get your arse down out of my truck and kneel in the dirt” The knife flashed and my arms were free and then my legs. I rose shakily, I did not even try to stand I crawled as fast as I could out of the crate to the back of the truck and half fell and half jumped down from the tail gate. I could hear laughter behind me. I kneeled down on the dirt drive behind the truck head almost touching the ground, it felt right. That's how I should wait. I heard bags been thrown out of the truck but I did not look up or flinch. And then as I half expected I felt a boot on the small of my back the pressure and weight increased as my kidnapper used me as a step to get down from the truck. I heard dogs barking for attention they sounded big but still I did not move. I don’t know how I knew not to move but I was as sure I could be of anything I was not to even look up. My kidnapper was talking with another man “WOW the conditioning has really taken on this one!” the other man said. “Well, it’s been 5 days and 4 nights in the crate. With my special cocktail in his arm, I only took the IV out when I stopped for lunch. The crate is going to need the padding replacing as his guts emptied completely by the second day. It's going to be interesting the next one we get we will have to try crating them for longer maybe that was worked that and the hypno files” A boot appeared in front of my eyes between my eyes and the dirt. I rubbed my cheek on the boot tip wishing I could lick it. I felt a hand on the back of my head and the strap on the ball gag was released and it was pulled out of the way. I licked the boot like it was ice cream on a hot day desperate to taste the leather under the dry dirt. The other man's voice said “see how the rest of the conditioning worked” my kidnappers deep voice said “PIG Kneel up right and open your mouth” I responded without hesitation I looked straight ahead my eyes level with belly. He reached down and slowly undid his zipper, the drool started to pool in my mouth and as he reached in to pull out his cock the drool started to over flow from my mouth like a hungry Labrador. The other voice laughed but my eyes remained fixed on the man in front of me. He pulled his cock out but I remained fixed in place. He placed his big mushroom head on my lower lip, for a moment I was not sure what to do. I had to have that in my mouth but I also had to remain still. “PIG take it in your mouth, do not suck just hold and be ready to swallow. I closed my lips around the enormous head and swallowed my drool, a rush of hot acid piss followed and I sucked like my life depended on it (and it may well have) not wasting a drop of this nectar. The flow slowed and stopped and I sucked and licked the last drops as the cock started growing. “enough of that for now” said my kidnapper, stepping back and sliding his cock back in his jeans. “So that parts working” the other man said, I risked a glance at him, he was almost a match for my kidnapper maybe a couple of years younger around 6-foot heavy set but with a look of someone who's body has been built up by daily work not visits to the gym. “Let's test the other features and make sure they work for both of us” he said clearly talking to my kidnapper. Looking straight at me he said “what’s your name?” I thought and my head started so spin “pig?” I answered unsure of myself. “well what do you know it worked!” the other man laughed. “PIG come here!” the other man called out, I crawled over at top speed on my hands and knees until I was in front of him resting my head on his boot tip. “kneel up pig and look around this is your home now!” he said I raised my head and looked around there was a large log cabin with a porch and a lean-too area where the dogs were kept in cages. The dirt drive in front of the cabin where the truck I had been in and a second one was parked up. A large meadow on one side had a few horses in and there was a single dirt road track heading in to dense conifer woods, looking round everywhere were trees a dense forest that seemed to rise and fall in the distance but never end. Whilst I was looking around, I was aware that the two men were talking. Doug my kidnapper turned to Paul the second man and said, “it was a long drive of course I stayed off the major routes and stopped at old toms spot along the way to get a first use of the new meat” Paul “should we be talking in front of it?” Doug laughed and said watch this “MUTE PIG” he said loudly I carried on looking at the isolation I was in noticing an old outhouse loo and it struck me as odd since the cabin did not look old. Doug carried on talking “Your real name is tony stand up now and I will give you 5,000 dollars and a fresh change of clothes and drive you in to town” I was staring at the outhouse I was aware of voices but it was like they were far off and I could not focus on them it was easier to relax and look around I noticed a big barn to the doors were shut and there was a large padlock locking them. Paul smile “what! you made him deaf?” Doug grinned “where's the fun in that he would not be able to follow orders! He can hear alright it's just he is not really registering what's said and wont until he gets the right order, like all the hypno it needs to be reinforced and the cocktail of drugs make him more open to accepting instruction” “UNMUTE PIG, get here PIG” Doug called I snapped out of my causal viewing and crawled to Doug's feet resting my head on his boot toe cap. “Want to have some fun Paul”, he asked his friend. “PIG HEEL” and he started walking towards the dog cages I followed on all fours just to the side and being his right foot. There was a wooden fence at the lean too that sheltered the dog cages from the sun. A trestle table was lifted over the fence by Doug and Paul, I realised it was not the type if trestle table decorators used it was an A-frame style fuck bench. There were dark stains on it that could have been dried blood although I hoped it was just paint. “PIG Get on the fuck bench” I took a look and guessed that my head went in the front part which would mean my head was angled slightly down at crutch hight. My chest was supported in the centre and my arms rested on supports either side, the bench ended before my cock so although my belly was supported and my legs had kneeling rests my cock and balls were hanging down and my ass was sticking up. “right, Paul strap him in but take off that gaffe tape it served its use” Paul was to my right and grabbed my forearm, ripping the tape off along with 80% of the hairs under neither and several layers of skin. I would say it hurt but the pain of how hard he gripped my fore arm was worse. I sucked in a deep breath and tried not to make a sound. Not that it would have been heard over the barking dogs. After ripping off the tape pulled down a leather strap and secured my arm before moving to my leg and doing the same. Doug was working on the other side with clinical efficiency. when arms and legs were secure they passed a leather over my back and pulled my chest and belly hard against the leather mat on the bench. The stepped away from the bench and the dogs moved close sniffing trough the fence, they were fucking huge. Al the ones I could see were male, very male! Doug and Paul were talking a few feet away, “this ones not like the others we had, sure he is gay and clearly a bottom and he is very into being used but that is not his fetish the thing that drives him!” “oh said Paul what's special about this meat bag” Doug smiled “it’s Fear the stupid faggot gets off on the fear of what will happen, not sure we can do anything worse to him than what his head head will think up” Paul grinned “is that a challenge!” My attention was on the snarling dogs, a movement to the side caught my attention and Paul was pulling something out of a holster, SHIT SHIT SHIT I thought then it struck me that the gun if that’s what it was did not look right. It looked bulky and plastic. Once he saw me looking, he smiled and shot. Two metal cables shot out and hit my side, they seemed to be covers in hooks then a charge of electricity hit me. I was bouncing and throwing myself against the restraints, my bladder emptied and I think I passed out. I came to feeling someone behind me, Doug was walking toward me from the cabin holding a couple of beer bottles heavy with moisture on the outside. My tongue licked my dry lips tasting blood on them, a slight shift in my position meant the cigar burn I got the first night was now rubbing on the leather padding. “This hole feels tight” Paul said as he took one of the beers from Doug. I could hear a pair of boots being pulled off and jeans hitting the floor. Doug came and stood in front of me, he was still fully dressed black boots over faded blue jeans red check shirt and now sporting a cowboy hat keeping the bright sun out of his eyes taking a pull on his beer watching me. I looked in to his eyes then quickly looked down and my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans. I heard Paul build up a mouthful of spit and I felt it land dead centre of my exposed asshole. There was no gentle opening no foreplay. I felt a lump of metal against my hole push in followed by a cock head. It kept coming, I was being sawn open, bumps of cold metal followed the head pushing forward I went to scream but no noise came out I was beyond yelling I throw my head back my eyes locking with my kidnapper who just smiled and pulled on his beer. Eventually I felt Paul against ass he was all the way in, his belly resting on top of my ass. Speaking over me to Doug he said “this hole opens up once you are in, it almost lose” certainly did not feel like it from where I was! Besides a large gage PA he must have a line of piercings down the shaft, I felt like he was sawing through me to open my ass further. I was crying but beginning to moan as he was catching my prostrate as he pulled all the way out till just the metal tip was resting in my ass. A thrust straight in balls deep had me gasping for air and seeing stars. Again, all the way out and a single trust in, this rhythm seemed designed for a marathon not to get him to cum. There was no urgency to his thrusts. I looked up at my kidnapper, he knocked back the last dregs of his beer and seeing me watching him he smiled it was not a happy smile but a smile of a fox about to eat a chicken! He reached in to a box by the fence, and pulled of a rod of some kind. It could have been bamboo or something similar. He swished it in the air as if to let me know what it's for. He moved out of my immediate sight line, I heard the men kissing and there was a groan as the pace started to pick up. There wasa swish through the air and it felt like my back burst in to flames as the rod came down. A groan from Paul fucking me “yes that tightens the PIG” the long trusts got faster. The rod came down there was no pattern or rhythm some would come down exactly where the last one struck others at an angle crossing my back with a small strip protected by the strap holding me to the fuck bench. Paul was thrusting faster during this until he let out a howler that was even louder than my screams. The rod stopped at least for a moment. Paul dismounted and came to stand in front of me. His dick was large and shiny with cum tinted red with my blood. I could see the large PA it must be 10mm in thickness at least and on the underside of his cock was a ladder of piercings the barbells instead of having balls at the end had cone shaped point. “PIG OPEN & CLEAN” my mouth opened and my tongue stuck out to welcome the cock in my mouth. The PA rubbed on my tongue and I could feel the sharp little points on the Barbells as he moved forward. I lapped my tongue around the cock tasting the iron of my own blood. Until with a deep breath through my mouth the cock popped in to my throat. I sucked air in through my nose and enough got through to my lungs that I did not pass out. My throat was spasming against the invasion until firm hands grabbed me head “PIG REST” calmness flowed through me seeming to come from the cock lodged in my throat. “PIG Swallow” came the instruction and I tried to swallow the cock more but it did not move but I felt something going down my throat He was pissing directly into my throat I could not even taste it. I kept swallowing until the cock slowly pulled back licking and sucking it clean on the way back out. My head dropped down when it was no longer in use by the cock. I lay spread over the fuck bench in the late afternoon sun exhausted, scared and in pain, Paul got his jeans back on and boots. Doug walked toward the cabin and the dogs finally shut up. Paul moved away from me and sat with his shirt open enjoying the sun. I don’t know whether I passed out or dozed off but I hear the cabin door shut and Doug was heading back with another pair of beers and a small bag. You doing that now Paul asked him No point in waiting Doug replied handing him the beer bottles HE set the bag on the fence; the dogs came sniffing up to him. Standing before me he pulled out a syringe with a large needle. “PIG” I looked straight in to his eyes “this is a tracker if you leave me at any time this will allow me to find you, if I ever have to use it to find you, you will beg me to end you!” and with that he grabbed the flesh behind my shoulder blade and I felt something being pushed in, there was a wet sensation then the area was numb. Doug turned to Paul, the second skin should stop it popping out check your phone is getting the signal. Yep loud and clear, Paul answered. Doug went back to the bag and pulled out a thin leather collar with a metal box like device on it. HE strapped the collar around my neck locking it in place the metal box was cold against the back of my neck. Again turning to Paul, activate the collar setting 1 to check it works. A shock ran down me spin and up into my brain my nerves were on fire and as suddenly as it started it stopped. Paul was laughing “I love this part” Doug looked at me “PIG if you leave my property, you will pass a series of posts some visible some buried, passing them will set off the charge. There is enough juice in this to fry your brain and stop your heart this is your only warning” He then turned away from me and walked back to Paul and the two of them sat back and enjoyed their beer without giving me a second look. + Paul got up a couple of times to ger more beer, then he headed towards one of the flat back trucks. The sun was starting to set and it was beginning to get cool. He started the truck and pulled up along side the fuckbench. Doug and he unstrapped me and I half fell and half climbed down from if the backs of my arms were red from the sun and moving opened the welts on my back. Something was dribbling out of my ass down my legs. “PIG climb in the back of the truck” I did my best stumbling and, in the end, laying my top half of the tail gate and pulling myself up the rest of the way. I lay panting on the cold metal floor with the effort of just that short move rolled over and let the cold metal ease the pain in my back. The truck started moving and I watched the sky and the trees form patterns in the growing dusk. I really appreciated at this point how padded the crate was as I was being bounced and thrown around in the back of the truck. Night was nearly on us when the truck stopped. I heard the doors open and Doug and Paul came to the back of the truck and lowered the tail gate. “PIG Climb down and walk to the front of the truck. Stiffly I moved out of the truck naked apart from the thin collar with the weird box on the back of my neck. The truck headlights where on and about 30 feet in front of me was a large metal gate attached to a high wire fence the dirt track continue on the other side, vanishing behind some trees in the distance. Doug to Paul turn it up to setting 3. Doug looked at me “PIG walk towards the gate until you can’t” No sure what he meant by until you can’t I stepped forward, the both stayed where they were arms crossed just watching me, I was about 10 feet from the gate when I felt a strange tingle on my neck, not painful but definitely weird. I took a couple of more paces and the tingling built up until it was beginning to hurt I looked back and I could see the 2 men by the truck headlights. Taking two more paces forward I fell to my knees as the electric shock fired down my spine, I struggled to crawl back towards my kidnappers and as I did the shoch decreased. I did not stand up but kept crawling all the way back until I was in front of Doug my tears fell on his dusty worn boots. “PIG this was so you KNOW I am telling the truth” Peter turn it up to maximum” I felt the tingle beginning, in my neck. PIG get your ass in the back of the truck. I hurried to comply, even in the back of the truck the tingle was still shocking me. I hear the doors close and as the trunk did a U turn bringing the back of the truck nearer to the gate I screamed as the electric shock was even stronger but as we moved away back to the cabin the shock reduced until it was just a tingle until finally, I could not feel it anymore. We got back to the cabin and the lights on the pouch flooded the drive way. Paul opened the tail gate whilst Doug walked to the fence keeping the dogs in. PIG get down” I scrambled out of the truck throwing myself at Pauls feet. Crouching down and resting my head on his boot tip. Suddenly I was surrounded by the dogs sniffing me and using me as a step to greet Paul. Paul turned away leaving me keeling behind the truck as the dogs sniffed and licked me. I could hear Paul and Doug talking on the porch. One of the dogs started taking an interest in my dripping ass. I was shaking in fear at the thought of what might happen. “PIG” I looked up, Doug was standing next to the dog pen area. “HERE PIG” I don’t think I could have moved faster if I had got up and ran but I crawled over and at my kidnappers sign I moved inside the dog pen he stepped in with me closing the gate behind him. There were two large bowls one he filled with water the second he opened a large tin and the contents gulped in to the bowl. It stunk, even dog food does not smell that bad I thought. The pen was covered in a layer of straw and there were piles of dog shit randomly scattered around in one corner an old mattress that the dogs clearly used as a bed and a dozen wire cages large enough to hold one of the hounds each were lined along either side. “PIG that your bed” pulling down an old filthy blanket of the side of the fence he through it down on the mattress. “The dog roam around at night stay inside the pen and you should be ok” And without a backward look he walked out of the pen leaving me in the semi darkness with just the light from the cabin filling the dark night.

I slipped my dick out of John's mouth and pushed the poppers under his nose, suggesting "Here, have some more." He took them, half awake-half gone, spent by the craziness the night. A knock at the door caught my attention. I opened the door to find two guys, the first a Latin twink who, as I remembered from his e-mail, went by the name 'Anthony'. He was about 22, 5'7 about 145 pounds, slim, swimmer's build, cute face and an nice, uncut eight inch dick. I had half a mind to drag him in and fuck his brains out on the bed, right next to John, but I thought I would probably be able to do that later. Coming up few yards behind him was the second guest, Rick, a 35 year old bear, well-built, 5'6 about 185 pounds, with wide shoulders and thick with muscles all over. We had played some time before, so I knew he sported a nine incher, that was somewhat thicker than mine. In fact, we had actually done a three-way, and I remembered he was a beast in the sheets. I wished he had shown-up close to last, but it looked like John was going to get a good stretcher early in. They saw me naked at the door and immediately began taking off their clothing, even before I closed the door. Anthony was so excited he damn near ran into the room. "Tony?" John gasped and suddenly looked more confused as Anthony (Tony) leaned over John and began kissing him hard all over his neck and lips. John moaned and shook as Tony moved south, sucked on John's nipples, and his cock starting to nudge John's asshole. At this point it apparently dawned on John what I had in mind, because he blurted out suddenly "Tony, what are you uhhhhh!" From this exchange I understood Tony and John knew each other. By way of an answer, ever so slowly, Tony began sliding his cock into John's hole till it reached full-hilt. Tony gasped and looked at John saying "I've been wanting to do this to you for a year!" John squirmed as Tony picked up speed, pounding John's hole, his balls slapping John's ass, my fresh cum coating Tony's cock. John was gone in all this. It seems as if watching his friend fuck him made him more comfortable 'cause he readily accommodated Tony in as the fuck got increasingly loud and the pounding harder. About this point John reached for his dick. I went to stop him, but Rick was faster - he grabbed John's arms and watched Tony who, in seems, had until then forgotten about Rick and me. Rick gave Tony a look which translated to 'My turn bitch'. Tony looked at me and I motioned my head for him to pull-out and to give Rick have a turn. Tony slid-in, all the way, and then leaned forward to give John a hard kiss. Then, still fully erect, Tony pulled-out, and Rick, seemingly effortlessly, flipped John over onto his stomach. John looked at me, then Tony, and then felt Rick climb on top of him. "Wait..." he began, but Rick's dick was already in position, and using his whole weight, Rick rammed his cock into John. Poor John screamed and clawed the couch, trying to move away, but Rick pinned him and began to fuck him. Naturally John screamed as the biggest dick he'd ever experienced had began to plow his open hole. "Go help your friend" I suggested to Tony, who immediately walked over to John, but didn't know what I had in mind. The thing I know about Rick is he starts off strong and crazy but after a few minutes runs out of breath. "REVERSE COWGIRL!" I called. Rick, his dick still inside John, pulled John into a position where John was facing away from Rick, which allowed John to straddle his monster cock while he sat on the couch holding John's hips. John looks at Tony who walked up to him and began kissing him. Again John moaned, but after a few slaps from Rick, began to ride the thick cock. Tony started kissing John's body as John's arms moved above his head. About then Rick pulled John back to lay on him as John's hips begin to milk Rick's cock. At this point both Tony and Rick began feeling-up John's hard body, so four hands were finding all his pleasure sports. I took satisfaction in seeing that John was so lost in the ecstasy of the experiences. His moans changed to a continuous chant of "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me." Upon Rick's instigation, John shifted around, Rick's cock still inside, which made him wince, but the pain was short term, and the two guys began kissing. "Oh fuck yeah boy" Rick growled and the fucking got rougher. John was bouncing like Pogo stick and I could see a wave of ecstasy pass over both John and Rick as Rick fired his load into John's pussy, Tony also loosing it, and shooting his load all over John's back. John climbed off the Rick and bent over, revealing his open winking hole to Tony. John looks at me and says, "Put it in me, Tony." Tony climbed over John and began wiping his cum off John's back and pushing the cum into John's hole to join the other two loads. All the while John groaned. Amazingly, Tony didn't loose his erection, and to my sadistic pleasure, the two went on fucking. Rick began to pack up, "Fuck," he said, "If I didn't have my boy back home waiting, I''d stay a little longer, but I think I'm spent." "All good" I replied, adding "There's plenty more coming for him." I could hear John's mantra "Fuck me fuck me oh my god" over and over as Tony and he fucked doggy style. Rick excused himself and handed me a fifty dollar bill, and as I upon opening the door for him, I found four more guests ready. More to cum

As a top, If you tell me you want me to pull out and cum on your back, ass, mouth etc. I wont fuck you. I wanna cum deep inside your hole and I don't do pull outs.

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I started sucking cocks when I was 14. I started with my dad's cock. The second cock I sucked was a 26 year old married neighbor while his wife watched. The 3rd cock I sucked was my older brother's. After that I became a cock and cum slut. My dad started to whore me out to his poker buddies and bar owners so he would not have to pay his poker debts and bar tabs. My brother started to whore me out to his high school football teammates. Before I was 18 I was a cock-sucking, fuck-hole, cum-dump urinal, for mostly straight married guys and high school jocks.

yes you can. Both my other half and I view sexual monogamy to be unnatural to the male animal. Monogamy is, in fact, the exception not the rue in the animal kingdom. The result is a non-toxic relationship because we have no jealousy there. It's just sex between 2 horny animals. That allows the relationship to actually flourish rather than be bound up in the toxic jealousy of the other that Xian based relationships actually hinge on: have sex with anyone else and everything about our relationship was totally false. The idea of "cheating" is an extension of that jealousy foundation and is toxic in the end. We re both promiscuous (me way more than him) and he has been the camera guy on many of my porn shoots. But, at the end of the day, we know the other is Number One in out lives and we don't let DNA drivers for sex ruin it. I am happy in the sex industry and that I cam allowed to bring pleasure to so many guys and to have a partner who thinks s I do and not just allows it, but encourages it. More males would find happy relationships if they did-Xianized their relationships and separated the sex from the Love; they are not the synonyms religious dogmatists have been made out to be.

The condom thing rarely comes up these days. In a bathhouse I’ll generally politely walk away if a condom is insisted upon. However, in a hookup where I’ve not persuaded about the merits of barebacking, I’ll generally respect the other guy’s preference and let him fuck me with a condom. If he wants me to top him with a condom I’ll try but I warn the guy that I may lose my erection. The last time I tried I went soft, took the condom off, had the guy suck me hard, put on a new condom and start again. I went through 4 condoms. The guy has since asked for another hook up and readily agreed that we go bare next time.

Went Friday evening prepare for a queue 30-40’ it was about the same length when I arrived (10pm) and when I departed (3am) They are running at 50% so being very strict on one in one out When inside it didn’t feel empty or packed but it sure has changed A major change throughout is new surfaces, all wipe down and decently clean; pretty much all the vinyl cushions are gone, the new surface is a little slippery but nothing like how hilariously slippery the cushions in the video area would become. layout is otherwise basically unchanged except (and here is the clincher) all the private rooms upstairs are now pay to access, and the few open spaces for spontaneous orgies are now locked up too. Most-all the upstairs cubicle doors still open out, never really conducive to a guy/s wanting to leave the door open and inviting. The result is most milling is limited to the saunas, cinema, the dark spaces, and showers - given how many rooms were empty new bar area is pretty nice. They might have solved the leaking pipes upstairs but, while it’s great to have a/c up there now, it is now the merchant of leaks. GH cubicles are still there, although with few pvt places they get adopted for extended rendezvous. sorry to say the smell is still present in the cinema/darkroom passage. a big +1 - facilities in the bathrooms seem very good - douch hoses - finally! the staff have lovely new uniforms 🤷‍♂️ The crowd seemed pretty anxious, a mate remarked when returning to a sex club in nyc how it felt really weird and I think this place gave off similar vibes; just kinda weird. Upshot was a lot more chatting and social than I remember for this venue, and a lot more flirting - that was pretty fun too. crowd was centered on 30’s demographic with very few younger extending to more older. Honestly I felt like a letcherous uncle at times - not a good feeling for a night of fun. Shockingly large number of guys rocking great bods despite 18 months of COVID-crap - bastards every one of them 🙂 for me, I might be done with pleasuredrome, they had excellent masseuses so maybe that will get me back. it’s a mistake to think it is like vault or union, and pleasuredrome will change when limit on numbers goes - but I think I’ll hold out for vault/sbn/cumunion next time. anyhoe evening weather is looking awesome today so I think some quality time exploring the Heath would be good.

Yes ! Yes ! I missed the old days in a gym - public steam bath room - being young , walking in with a towel wrapped around me - Older , Heavy , males showing off their cocks - sniffing poppers . Started sniffing poppers - a group thing - grabbing - rubbing - towel pulled off - cocks forced in my mouth - more sex - could not refuse - becoming a male whore - starting to enjoying it - started a reputation with the older males !

It was a long day at the office, in fact, it had been a long week, to be honest, so when Friday finally rolled around, I was horny as fuck. The second I got in my truck, I flipped on Grindr to see who would be my lucky bitch that weekend. Then, less than two miles away was a picture of a chest I definitely recognized. It was tight and tan with sexy nipples. I knew it because I'd been editing a film where I saw that same chest sucked-on, slapped, and blasted with cum. It had been over a month since my crazy fuck session with the guy, John and I'd seen neither him nor his boyfriend at the clubs since. Then again, after being turned into a cum dump, I didn't expect to ever see him again, but here he was online at Grindr, with his familiar stats, saying he was looking for chat only, so I sent him a message. Sup baby boy After about a minute he replied Is this who I think it is? I sent him a picture of my cock as reply and I knew he remembered instantly. It is you! hey whats up! My cock boy. Your ass must be needing a deposit I'm not looking Course you are. You loved getting used rough and abused. You're a natural cum dump. Your ass craved loads and I got a big one for you. I sent him my address and told him to be there in 20 minutes. After walking in the door I lit up a bowl and started stroking waiting for him to show. He arrived five minutes early. I watched him sit in the car and shake his head, clearly debating with himself as to what he was doing. He shakily got out of the car and walked to the front door. I opened the door stark naked with my 8.5 inch boner staring right at him. Once I pulled him inside he dropped to his knees even before the door had latched closed. He began to suck and moan on my cock, so I pushed the back of his head up against the door and began to throat-fuck his big pinoy lips. Drool began to drop from his lips and down his shirt. I pulled it off him quickly and resumed fucking his throat. John gasped and put his hands on my hips for support while I grabbed the sides of his head and fucked away. I had every intention of making this reunion last a while so I had no qualms about cumming more than once. I pushed his head up against the door and slam fucked deep as I unloaded one load into him mouth. It poured all over his chin and cheeks as he coughed and choked. I grabbed his hair after giving him the facial and pulled him tot he living room. I began to smoke my bowl again and john looked as though he might leave. "Where do you think you're going?" "You came already. I thought we were done" John replied, slightly confused. I pushed his topless stud-body to his knees again. "You got more work to do." I stuffed his mouth with my semi-hard cock and smoked. He sucked and moaned more, as I began to devise a plan to do more damage to this stud. "What happened with you and your boyfriend? Still together?" He started to pull off my dick. "Talk with my dick in your mouth! It's good practice." He struggled. "Weeereee still ooogetter." "What you tell him about that night?" "Dat I pashed oot an nutting happed." I smiled when I heard this. "You want some more load up that hole, boy?" His eyes looked up at me pleadingly and he nodded mouth full of dick. I took a big hit, and pulled him off my dick and shotgunned it straight into his mouth. He moaned. I gave him a few more shot guns and I could see his head spinning. I told him to put his shirt back on 'cuz we're going for a ride. He stumbled and I gave him some Gatorade spiked with G hold as we climbed into my truck. He was still trying to pull his shirt over his head. I began to drive and ordered him to drink the Gatoraide. He followed my instructions, perhaps somewhat apprehensive and confused, but nevertheless obedient. Of course he got higher and higher. I parked in front of local adult video store and dragged him inside. The owner saw me and I tossed him a twenty dollar bill to get us into the backrooms. He smirked and nodded, looked John up and down and then gave me a wide, perverted smile. I dragged John's high body to the dark hallway and shut the door behind us. "Where are we?" John asked. "We're at the playground baby boy. Ready to have some fun?" The dark hallway contained eight closet-sized rooms on the right hand side, and at the end of the hallway was a larger room with a big screen, from which the sound of porn was clearly audible. As we walked-in, There were three men standing in the hallway, and from the sounds emanating from some of the cubicles and the larger room, there were definitely a few more guys elsewhere engaged. I dragged John into on of the cubicles, in which there was a crudely cut glory hole which large enough to accommodate my arm. "Strip" I commanded John, once I closed the door to the cubicle. "It's dirty" John began, but I slapped him before he could continue. He was clearly startled at my aggressive behavior, but none the less stripped without further comments. When he was stark naked I pulled out my cock and pushed him back to his knees. The drugs obviously won out over his mind as he began slurping up my cock to full hardness. I watched as two guys piled into the room on the other end of the glory hole and began to watch the sexy stud moan and drool on my dick. I handed John some poppers and began to finger him. His hole had recovered very well from out last encounter. I grabbed his hair after he took a good hit off the poppers and pushed his open mouth to the glory hole. John tried to protest but I had already aligned my dick with his hole and began penetrating his tight big muscle ass. He let out a loud moan which was quickly muted as a decent sized cock from some stranger on the other side of the glory hole began fucking his mouth. I held John in place by his shoulder and my fucking when suddenly the cock in John's mouth began to blow, cum dripping down his chin. I turned him around pushed his ass up against the glory hole. He looked at me shocked and then I saw his eyes widen as I knew another cock had come through the glory hole and began to fuck him. A line began to form outside the other door. Cock after cock began to take turns fucking John's ass. I kept him pressed to the wall, and as soon as a fresh load was shot into John's ass, someone else slid in. I imagine John might have thought that after having swallowed two loads and now been bred, that he was done, but I kept him ass pressed to the glory hole. The fun had only just begun More to cum

When I woke John was still passed out. His body reeked of sex cum and sweat. My dick hardened as I admired his small, muscle stud frame, tied up in the basement bed. I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face, satisfied that now, as a result of my patience and careful planning, this perfect power bottom was ready to be trained and used, however I saw fit. I traced his muscles with my hands, feeling his tight body, taking in his hard work and dedication, knowing I was one of the few who been close enough to enjoy it. I leaned down on his well shaped chest and began sucking on his left nipple. He moaned and arched while he slept, his body bucking against the restraints, gasping as I sucked harder and harder, only to switch to his other nip. I spread his legs to look at his hole, noting that his inner thighs were caked with cum, and that his hole had only barely started to tighten again, the sphincter pulsed and winked, pulling on itself, trying to return to normal. I poured some laced lube on his hole and worked it in using three fingers, massaging it into his battered ass walls. John moaned in gasps as my fingers stretched his shrinking hole, his big muscular ass begging for reprieve, but none would be forthcoming. His eyes opened barely enough to see me then would close again. but his body spoke for itself and began rhythmically to push back down onto my fingers. I climbed on top of him, and positioned my dick against his hole and applied slight pressure. His ass began to swallow me as I slowly pressed in, inch by inch, the warm soft velvet of his hole easily accommodating me. John let out a guttural moan as his back arched again showing his toned muscle under his olive skin as I continued to push in until my balls rested deep on his ass. I placed my hands on his chest, squeezing his muscle and began to slowly pump his hole, the soft warm walls of which greedily gripped my cock. Then, as he relaxed, I withdrew, and his hole would begin to tighten again, only to relax again as I pushed in, squeezing tightly when I was balls-deep. I slowly pumped his hole like this as my sweat began dropped onto his torso, creating pools in the lines of his muscled abs and chest. He was awake now, watching me fuck him, but his eyes were glazed over, his body, (for the most part), limp. Still he watched me fuck him, I assume part of his loving his role in our debauchery, part of it hating me (and himself), but nevertheless he was incapable of doing much more than look back at me, moan, and let his body what it wanted. I picked up tempo, and his head began to move from side to side. and his moaning increased. He was defeated, conquered, and he knew it. He gave in, allowing himself to enjoy our raw, dirty fuck. At some point, when I was fairly sure he was reasonably awake, I reached-over, grabbed the remote off the nightstand, and while balls deep in his ass, flipped on the TV in the basement. His eyes opened wider recognizing the interior shots of the house, including those from security cameras I had installed throughout the house, two in the living room where he had been gangbanged, and one in the basement, telling him "I have every thing on video." He bit his lower lip as I clicked the TV to show the basement camera, which showed me balls deep in his ass. "I'll make a real good video out of you, and all your fun." Then I took hold of his hips, and plowed deeply into his hole. He yelped, grunted, moaned and screamed, all the while his eyes were glued to the image of himself on the TV screen, on which he could see the clear image of me fucking, fucking, fucking away. Finally my balls began to tighten-up and I shot my load onto his hole. Naturally I pushed the load deep into his ass - just for the camera to record. John moaned and bucked, all the while his cock was rock hard. "I think," I said, "you want some more, baby boy." John only bit his bottom lip, nodded and looked as though he might cry. I pushed three fingers into his hole and he sang out moaning. "You like your hole being abused?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously and moaned. "I can''t hear you." I moved my three digits horizontally and vertically and back inside him. "YESSS!" he conceded. "And you want more?" "YES PLEASE!" I pressed my pinky into his hole and his whole body jerked and resisted. "FUUUUCKK!" he moaned. "That's right boy, you asked for more." I poured more lube on his hole and my hand and began to push my four fat digits in and out of his hole. His ass would push back and he was on the edge as I punched his hole with four fingers, over and over again. Then I pushed in deeper and held my fingers there. His head bend down to look as I began to push half my hand into his hole. His moan crossed between a groan and a yell as his ass stretched to accommodate me. As I pressed further into him, I swear I could almost hear his hole stretch open. His hips began to buck, so I used my free hand to press it down until I forced my palm into him. He screamed and moaned and jolted. I twisted my palm around inside him and he bucked and moaned "Oh my god." But now it was my turn to be lost. The soft velvet of his ass needed to be explored. I poured more lube and looked into his eyes, his face a mixture of ecstasy and horror as I pressed even deeper trying to get his hole over my thumb. I pressed and twisted and moved and then finally POP! His ass swallowed the hump of my thumb and my hand plunged into his hole, wrist deep. His whole body shook as I twisted my fist around inside his body. I moved him like a puppet. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his breath very shallow, but he took control of his body, and seemed to command his muscles to relax and with much effort he pushed my hand out of his hole, which was was now fucked beyond compare - it gaped open, winking and stretched. I unrestrained him and flipped over his body, jumped on his ass and began to slam fuck his open hole. My dick slid inside the warm velvet like cutting through warm butter, and with each stroke I felt his hole struggle to tighten up again. Fuck. Finally his ass once again had a firm grip on my cock. He pushed his ass up while moaning into a pillow until l finally pressed myself as deeply as I could go, unloading my second load into his body. John shivered when I pulled out and lay on his stomach, panting. I caught my breath, stood-up, cleaned-up slightly, and pulled out a card from the nightstand and placed it on the bed, and walked out of the basement. Upstairs in the master bedroom, I turned on the video feed and watched John as he rolled over in the basement and touched his hole, feeling how stretched and abused it was. I watched as he picked up the card and read it, which read "I own you. You will always belong to me. My fuck toy. But now, get your clothes and leave. I'll contact you when I want you again. " He curled up in a ball and looked as though he might cry, but instead he rose to his feet, ran up stairs and grabbed his clothing. I had left his phone on the entrance table with a taxi cab number and half the money from the night before. He began to sob as he dressed, but stared at the couch and rug where he'd been fucked so well, a semi-hard rising in his jeans. He wiped his tears, and left. I turned on my computer and began to edit the footage. more to cum

John was face-down, and ass-up as Tony grabbed his hips, simultaneously pounding John's hole and holding John tight against his crotch. Meanwhile new faces arrived. Seeing John and Tony playing, the four new guests immediately stripped, awaiting the opportunity to join in the fun. The first guy to insinuate himself was a tall white buff stud, early 30s with a very thick seven inch cock. He stood over John's head allowing his thick dick to slap John's cheeks, while he leaned forward to spread John's ass wide-open for Tony's pleasure, asking "Hows that ass?" Tony smiled and replied "Best fucking ass ever!" "Lemme see, pull it out." Tony pulled out, his long dick covered with and pink and white spooge. The white guy, who went by the tag name 'Bigdog', leaned-down and started sucking and cleaning Tony's dick. Tony put his hands behind Bigdog's head, moaned, and started violently fucking Bigdog's mouth, which raised some appreciative grunts from the onlookers. Meanwhile, even as he was busy blowing Tony, Bigdog pushed three fat digits into John's ass, which made John's head pop up from the pillow he was gnawing. Upon seeing Bigdog's dick, John was sufficiently enticed to swallow Bigdog's cock. About then Bigdog stopped sucking Tony, and instead directed Tony's now clean cock back into John's ass. As Tony bottomed in John's ass, Bigdog withdrew his cock from John's mouth, and as John looked-up pleadingly, Bigdog spat all the juices he'd sucked off of Tony's cock on John's face and in his mouth. Naturally John gasped, shocked, and he might have been even more shocked when Bigdog shoved the three fingers that he had just used to feel John's insides down John's throat. John began to gag. Bigdog clearly knew how to handle a bottom boy, 'cause he slapped John's gaping face saying "No gagging boy. Take it all!" as he continued to finger-fuck John's throat which made choking and swallowing noises, only stopping to spit down John's open throat. Finally Bigdog removed his three fingers from John's throat and reinserted his thick cock into John's cock-sucking lips, steadying John's head with two hands, and began an assault I'd only ever seen done to an ass. He began to slam fuck John's open mouth, out of which drool started to pour, coating John's chin, cheeks, and chest. While bigdog fucked and fucked his throat relentlessly, John's muscular arms flew everywhere but Tony had him at the waist, and didn't allow any escape route. I walked over to Tony, who was definitely in hog heaven, and, as he rhythmically fucked John's ass, I pressed my fingers into Tony's hole. When he looked-up at me, no doubt appreciating the pressure I was applying to his prostate, I gave him a deep, wet kiss. With that Tony clearly lost it, and jizzed straight into Johns' hole. After a few seconds in which Tony caught his breath and withdrew from John, Bigdog stopped fucking John's throat, turned him around and made him clean off Tony's dick, as Bigdog's thick dick was quickly accommodated by John's now gaping hole. I was pleased to see John understood his role, because he began thrusting himself back onto Bigdog's cock. I grabbed Tony's arm and led him away to where his clothing was scattered, and asked "What do you think is gonna happen next?" "Well," said Tony, "this is for the kid." With that he handed me two 20s. Now, in all honesty, we had never even discussed a rate, and I honestly didn't care about money. I took the money, but said "I was actually thinking of John's statement that he loved his boyfriend, and that he had never been with any other guy." Tony wasn't hearing any of it, noting "Well, now he's been with four other guys, you included, and it seems like the only thing he loves is cock." I was about to counter Tony's comments, when in the background I heard cheering and the sound of John gasping and moaning as he (presumably) got fucked harder and harder. "You don't get it, Johns a good g----" "Cum dump. He's a fine piece of ass - one of the best muscle studs I've seen in a while and he loves getting fucked. That's why he came here tonight to get turned into the cum dump that he is." The fucking got louder in the background. I thought to myself Bigdog must be close to cumming as Tony continued saying "and you loved turning him into it, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Good. Now, I'm gonna the fuck out - unless maybe I decide to fuck him again." Tony's eyes glazed-over as he remembered that he had fucked John's ass twice, the ass that had been forbidden to him and now he could say he'd bred it good and deep. His cock began to swell, but the cheering in the background and sounds of Bigdog heavily growling as he shot string after string of cum into John's hole, as well as the sound of John's shout "OH FUCK YES!" woke him up. Tony walked out with his pants on and left his shirt off, no doubt wanting to drive home with the smell of John all over his person. I walked back into the room and saw John spread-eagle on the floor while a slim white/Latin looking guy who was positioning John's legs on his shoulders, lining-up to drop his raw cock into John's ass. John's arms were being held above his head by Bigdog who coached the Latin guy to fuck him harder. The Latin guy, (who's tag name I could not remember), didn't last long, but I will say he fucked like his life depended on it. Every thrust was hard and rough as he slammed up against John's pelvis. I noted John's toes curl were clenched tightly, a clear sign of agony/ecstasy. As the Latin guy shot his load into John, John's eyes widened and he looked at the guy breeding him. I knew he was feeling the surge and pulsation of the guy's dick, knowing his ass was being bred. They both relaxed and the Latin guy slipped out. Before another guy could take his place slipped I slipped in between John's legs and slid two fingers into his much-abused hole, all the while he looked at me inquisitively. I was the second person to finger-fuck him. I felt the loads of cum in his hole and quickly got hard. I aligned my dick and pressed into him, and, not surprisingly, slipped in with ease, as all the cum acted like lube that would never dry. Bigdog released John's legs, and I was pleased when John wrapped his legs around me. He grabbed my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes as I pounded his hole into the ground. "You like this, baby boy?" I asked. "I love it." He mouthed all the while looking into my eyes, which would widen when I pounded in, and relax when I withdrew. His hands began to feel-up my body playing with my tits and pits. "Fuck me" he mouthed "own me" he begged. The cheers of the onlookers were lost on me as I picked up speed and strength, fucking harder and harder. John let out a prolonged, loud moan, Ahhhhhhhhh. As my tempo increased and he began to get louder as well. His legs were clenched wrapped around my waist tighter. I could feel the inside of his ass beginning to shake and convulse and his hips actually began to vibrate. "FUCK ME!" he screamed, his back arching as he tensed-up. I could feel his internal orgasm spreading over his body the walls of the inside of his hole shivering with pleasure of being fucked beyond belief. He wrapped his hands behind my neck and looked me in the eye his whole body shaking inside out, his ass milking my cock expertly. I slammed my cock in and began to unload strings of cum into him and at the same time his cock shot. He let out a deep guttural moan and his dick shot spurt after spurt of thick cum onto to my chest, my abs, his chest, and finally his face. I kept thrusting into his hole, noting with satisfaction that his dick looked like a garden hose as the cum shot above his head and all over between us. Finally his hands dropped and he his body relaxed as he looked at me, dripping with his cum. For the first time he room went silent - in awe of the amazing fuck session we just enjoyed. "Fuck" was the first word to break the silence and it was from John. He began to rub his load all over himself tasting it jacking off his still hard cock with it and even began fingering his own hole right as I pulled out. He was lost in the feeling of being completely used. "You ready for more?" I asked. He turned his head to look at the six other cocks that were still waiting to have a go at his well fucked hole. He climbed onto the couch in a crouching position, pushed his ass out, and lowered his head, as he grunted "Go for it." More to cum

He walked out again instead of staying over. My ex, my first, my fucking everything. We had broken up almost three months ago, and he still would drop by the apartment to hang out with me almost every day. But he would never sleep over and never entertain the thought of getting back together even tho we spent all our time together. I don't know why we ended up breaking up it was a shock, he just did it one day, but now nights were the loneliest they'd ever been. So when the nights get lonely I did what every lonely gay man does: I logged onto A4A. Some time earlier I had put up a few discreet shirtless pics and one where I arched backwards, just to get boys talking, but I didn't really having any intention of connecting with anyone who responded to my profile. I'm 23 5'5", 145 pounds, a 28 inch waist, fairly muscular smooth Hispanic. Yeah, I got a lot of offers. More than one guy at my gym would recognize and approach me, and afterwards spend countless small talk emails begging for me to 'Test drive' his cock, or 'bitch bounce' for them. I must admit, I got a nice rubbery one reading the comments. I would talk to them for a bit then jack off, but tonight, I had actually been allowed to cuddle with my ex and I was so horny when he left I did the pathetic thing and asked him to fuck me. But he just smiled, kissed my head, ear and neck, and left. The sexual tension was so intense my thick, seven inch cock was rock hard and dripping before I even logged onto A4A. I scrolled through the emails and then profiles till one made me stop. FUKYNGBREDEEP 39 years old. 6'6 220lbs. I couldn't help but click to get a better look. There was only a torso pic of a light skinned man with a beautiful body, hairy chest, pecs that looked bigger than my head and arms that could crush Grandma Smith apples into apple juice. Then there was the profile itself LOOKING TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUNG BOYS. YOU DOWN, HIT ME UP. LOOKING FOR YOUNG BOYS WITH A TIGHT ASS. MUST BE WILLING TO PLEASE ME IN EVERY WAY I WANT. MUST BE UNDER 25. NO EXCEPTIONS. I WILL ASK FOR ID IF YOU LOOK OLDER THAN 25. I"M ONLY INTO YOUTHFUL BOYS. NO SHAME IN MY GAME. I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND I GET IT. POPPING CHERRIES ALL OVER THE WORLD, MAKING SMALL DICKED MEN HATE ME. LOL Profession: EAT FUCK BREED. Top. 10 Inches Uncut Anything Goes POZ My mouth was wide open reading the description of ten inches, and then closed when I read poz. I closed the profile, and got a drink and went on with my browsing. Before I finished my drink, I clicked his profile again, I read it and go turned on. I closed it and shook my head. But before 20 minutes passed I opened it again, and that's when he messaged me. "You want it" Was all the message said. I read it four times just trying to think of the possible responses, "Yeah it nice but..." "No way!" "Confident are we?" But before I could send any of it he messaged me again. "I'm logging off, call me." And left his number and logged off. I shook my head while still staring at his profile. I walked away from my computer preparing to jack off, when I got a text message from my ex saying he was sorry etc etc. I looked at the number on the screen of the computer and slowly typed it into my phone. I hit call, and the voice on the side of the receiver made my throat go dry. A gruff manly baritone answered. "Yo." "H-hey" I responded "I'm the...." "I know," he cut in, asking simply "Where are you?" I answered before I could stop myself. "You're close by," he responded. "Come over." "I don't hook up" I replied. "We don't have to hook up. I can't rape you, I'd go to prison. Come over. Two hot guys chilling out. If you want I'll show you my dick and you can leave whenever you want. Just come over. You know you want to see me." I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...ok." He gave me the address and I got in my car and drove over. It was close, maybe a 15 minute drive and I was in a neighborhood of decent houses. At the end of the street was a house that looked to be a duplex. I texted my arrival. In about a minute a shirtless, pajama bottom wearing sex god was standing in front of his home. His hairy chest and abs were even more defined in real life and he looked so enormous my mouth dropped before I exited my car. He smiled and shook my hand firmly. He had green eyes and a thick 5 o'clock shadow. I followed him inside and he grabbed a beer as I followed him down a hall up a flight of stairs and into a messy bedroom. The king sized bed was tossed and had a distinct smell, but while I was noticing the room and the big screen which was playing a silent porno, my host had taken off his pj bottoms revealing a hairy thick muscle ass, and as he turned around hanging between his legs was an huge soft cock that seemed as long as half his thigh. I inhaled suddenly and coughed as though I was choking just from looking at it. He smiled. "It's eight inches soft," he announced grinning with obvious pride. For several seconds I stood there silent, completely stunned. Other than porn, I'd only seen my ex's cock up close, and he was fairly sized, but this guy's cock was insane. "You're HIV positive" was the only thing that spurted from my mouth. He laughed and turned to look at the TV, his monster dick swinging as he did. "Yup" he replied, taking a swing of beer. "I'm sorry I...I should go. I don't know what I'm doing." I turned to leave the house, but before I could reach the door and he strode across the room and stood in front of the door. "Touch it" he invited me. I stuttered meaninglessly. "Touch it," he repeated, "You know you wanna, feel it." And with that he guided my hand to his hairy bull sized balls. I felt them in each hand and looked up as he shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The cock was already the size of my forearm and so heavy when I took the shaft in my hand I stroked slightly down I heard him chuckle. He put his arm around my neck and guided me too the bed. He laid down there while I sat between his legs, his cock pointing at me, and I found myself stroking his hardening growing cock. He watched the porn on the TV screen behind me, every so often looking at me and smiling while I stroked up and down his giant shaft until it reached it's full length and girth. I was in awe. It was a beast of a dick, heavy and full. And then I noticed that as I stroked upwards, a large bead of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip down the shaft. When I did it again even more precum began to slip out. "Fuck," I breathed softly. I heard his chuckle and found him gazing at me somewhat amusedly. "You like cum?" he asked. I shrugged, truth was, i loved it the taste the feeling when my ex's cock would erupt inside me. We were each others first, so we barebacked all the time, but this was completely different. It was like I'd turned on a faucet, more and more precum began to pour from the tip with each stroke and now my hand was sticky and slimy covered with this dangerous spread. "Get comfortable," he suggested as he leaned toward me and began to help me pull of my shirt. I kicked off my jeans and now he was smiling but differently. Something hungry was in his eyes. "You're a hot lil fucker, aren't you?" I smiled continue to stroke his increasingly slick dick. "You like getting rimmed?" I looked at him and nodded. I knew I had a nice ass, even straight guys would say so, besides a lil rimming would be fine, My ass was begging for something. Anything. So I slipped off my underwear and turned around showing him my butt. "Damn boy!" he remarked. I smiled as he put his hands on my hips and guided my butt to his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh......fuuuuuuuuck" finally erupted from my mouth when his tongue met my hole. I could feel his warm tongue opening me up and shoving itself deeper into me. "Ohhhhh.....fuuuuuuuuck!!" I said again as i felt his teeth abraded against my hole. "You're tight boy!" he remarked. Almost automatically I began to gyrate and grind my hips back toward his face."Fuck yeah!" he said and began eating again vigorously. I was holding onto his monster cock like a pole for support as he ate and ate and chewed and licked and tongue fucked me. I was losing my mind it felt so good. The whole while I stared at his giant daddy dick looking at me dripping salivating begging for me take it in my mouth. And the dick's owner was wildly tongue-fucking me like I had never been rimmed before. His hands worked all over my ass and body and his tongue moved with aggression and force that i could feel his tongue being inserted and withdrawn as he sucked and ate me out. My eyes rolled back with my head and before I could stop myself I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My mouth felt so full with just the head and I felt him moaning "Yeaaah!" into my ass I moved my head up n down and side to side sucking up his poz precum. It tasted so thick and good I moaned loudly on it while I tried to work my mouth down his shaft, but I could barely take it half way. The volume of our moaning increased as we pleasured each other, until finally he lifted me off his cock and, as I got on all fours, he knelt in front of me, presenting me with more cock to suck. Groaning in pleasure, I took it into my mouth as he gently pushed his dick into my throat. "That's it, boy." He spoke gently remarking "Your mouth is like an ass. It can take it. It can swallow my whole dick." I grunted with approval at his suggestion. Taking my head into his big hands, he slowly began to fuck my throat. I choked and gagged. "Nah nah nah, boy, relax," he remarked, adding "It's just like taking it up your ass. Relax and let it get wet. Let it all drool down. It will help you take it. Yeah, yeah, there you go, there you go. Yeah, let it pour down your chin make it wet." I was coughing up on my chin and a puddle was forming on the sheets as my drool and snot was falling from my mouth and deeper and deeper his cock pushed into my mouth it was heaven. He took one hand and wiped some off the drool cough up from my chin and began rubbing it on my hole. I gasped and moaned as he worked a large we digit into my wet ass and opened it up. He pulled me off his cock and laid me on my back and continued working his finger in my hole. "Oh yeah you like that don't you boy?" I nodded as he worked his finger in and out of me making me gasp and moan with each intrusion. "Yeah, you want some more?" I nodded as he pushed a second finger into my hole. twisting and turning them I moaned and gyrated under him. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Oh god fuck yes." "Yeah taste these fingers, boy, they taste good." I took his two fingers in my mouth and sucked, tasting my ass juices. I grunted in approval and sucked away as i felt his cock pushing against my hole, teasing it. "Wanna feel how this dick feels in that boy pussy?" I looked deep at him as he pushed his dick against my hole lining it up. "Tell me you wanna feel this dick, boy." My breath quickened as he applied pressure but I said nothing. He pressed harder, I could feel the head slipping in slowly as he pumped again and again until finally,"You want this cock, boy?" "Fuck yes sir!" POP! My hole swallowed the head. "Oh GOD! FUCKKKKK!" I felt his cock split my ass he pumped slowly . My ass was tight but he knew what he was doing. He pushed in an inch, stopped to let me adjust, just pumping back and forth till he felt me moaning then pushed further. He entered me slowly, his death stick opening me deeper and deeper. My head rocked from side to side and I spread my legs apart. He held my ankles I could see his muscles and veins pumping with the same controlled ferocity of his cock. After about 15 minutes of this entry I reached down between my ass and felt still another three inches of rock hard thick cock against my hole begging to slide home. I left my hand there and felt as slowly they too entered into me watching him watch me till i was holding his balls resting on my hole. "YEEAAAAH!!!" he growled and I could feel the growl resonating in my ass vibrating inside me. Then it began. He pulled back and fucked. I screamed as he did again And again. Again and again. "OH MY GOD!!!!" I yelled and held on to his shoulders where my ankles rested as he fucked again and again. I could feel his cock pounding in my head and in the head of my dick it felt like i would cum with every thrust. I yelled again and again as he fucked deeper and deeper pulling out more and more fucking me. I could barely breath as he drove me into his headboard again and again. "FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" I again yelled as he grabbed my ankles forced them above my head to touch the headboard and began to let gravity drop his monster into me. Then he suddenly he pulled out of me and pulled me down the bed. I tried to catch my breath, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass up. Then in a fluid motion he sank his dick back into my ass, balls deep, doggy style, and holding my hips as he pistoned fucked me. WIth a free hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he fucked relentlessly into me. I was lost feeling so open and taken control of that when he flattened me out on my stomach I couldn't help but push my ass back on him as his muscle body fucked me from above n behind. He rolled over and now I rode him bouncing as hard as I could. He turned me around dick still inside me and forced me on my back ankles wide as he continued to climb on me and fuck me again on my back. "You ready baby." he finally growled "I'm gonna fucking poz this hole. You will never be the same and you will belong to me." I looked back at him terrified. "Tell me you want this poz load, baby!" I bite my lip as he picked up speed. "SAY YOU WANT MY LOAD, BOY." "FUCK YES. GIVE ME YOUR LOAD. FUCK I WANT YOUR POZ CUM!" I felt him erupt inside my hole. Cum was filing me up fast as string after string blew into my body. I moaned and touched myself, but he held my hands above me. "I said I would poz you, baby. I'm not done." He kept fucking me. I could feel the poz load running in and out of my ass as he flipped me me into various positions, fucking continuously. I passed out in the middle of it, and woke up he was fucking me face down on the pillow unloading another load into my ass. He fucked me three times that night. When he finally pulled his cock out of my ass, both my ass and his cock were coated with cum and blood. My hole gaped wide, and we both reeked of sweat and sex. I crawled off the bed, dressed, and he ushered me out the door. I stumbled to my car and somehow drove home where I stripped, climbed into bed, and touched my hole, feeling load after load of his poz cum beginning to drip out of my body. My phone buzzed. It was another text from my ex asking if I could hangout. I licked some of the cum from my hole off my finger. Sure, I thought. Why the fuck not?

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

When I came home after my first semester at college the first night home I went to a house party at my friend Jennas house. When everyone cleared out or was passed out, her Dad came down to see if everyone was safe and sound. He was always very nice and friendly to me. He told me that I didn’t have to sleep on that couch and insisted that I stay in the spare bedroom. As we got in the room he began asking me about college life and if I did any wild experimenting. I was fucked up and said sort of as I turned red. He got really curious and wouldn’t leave it alone until I told him. I said I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. I took a deep breath and said well I started cross dressing like a dirty street whore, sucking cock, swallowing loads and letting just about anyone wreck my hole and breed me, making a name for myself as Debbie do anything. When I looked up at him he had this huge smile on his face, looking at me with lust and had this huge bulge that was dying to pop out of his sweat pants. He said don’t worry Debbie your secret is safe with me. I began undressing down to my panties and fishnets that I was wearing underneath. I got down on my knees as he spread his knees, as I pulled down his sweat pants I began stroking his enormous 10” cock. I smiled and said wow you’re fucking huge. He smiled and began rubbing the head of his cock on my lips before pushing it in. As I felt him swelling, getting rock hard and throbbing in my mouth he told me to shut the door and get on the bed. He took me by total surprise as he fucked the life out of me numerous times, feeding me some loads and flooding my hole with others. I’m surprised no one heard us. After a few rounds I went outside to smoke a cigarette. He followed me out, as I was smoking on the side of the house he pulled my pants down and began finger fucking me he asked me how would I feel being owned by Daddy. I moaned fuck I would absolutely love that, he was getting such satisfaction watching me squirm. He then told me that he wanted to hear just how bad I wanted it. I began moaning and begging for it, till he ripped my pants off and buried his fat cock deep inside me. As he was wrecking my hole I moaned and talked dirty to him just how much I was loving it. I loved when he would whore me out to his friends and total strangers than use me after they were done with me. I’d moan like a whore in heat yassss Daddy you own me, this is your pussy, fuck me deeper, fuck me harder, I want your cum inside me, show me how much you love me with that massive throbbing cock. Right before he was about to cum he would jack hammer my hole as I moaned yessss oh fuck yessss just like that Daddy, it feels so fucking good. After he blew his load I’d lick his dripping cock clean. He’d tell me what a good whore I am and how happy I make Daddy. I’d giggle and say thank you Daddy I just love you so much and love every second that we spend together. He worked my hole to the point that it was a perfect fit for his huge horse cock. The first time that he gave it to me without lube,drilled me with zero remorse and I was able to take it with ease literally shocked me. I was so proud of myself at that moment, I laughed and said holy fuck Daddy you made a mess of my hole. He smiled and replied I just broke you in now you’re perfect.

So jealous of those that got to worship cocks at such a young age and those that got whored out too.

I'm thankful I started early in life, and wished I had started even sooner.

thats interesting as my dad only started fucking me when I openly became a t-girl cumdump. before that he would only let me suck his cock. you should use your trans identity to trick your dad into fucking you.

very important point you raise, that the men who schooled you where not educating you for your needs, but satisfying theirs, however, in mine and some others cases, this does not stop us loving them

Have fond, lubed, spunky memories of that packed ground floor dark alcove 8-)

I should multi-quote. There was another poster who said it was the Top's choice. This is true and ultimately it is. However, having said that, I usually only choose to meet those tops if I am desperate to feel a cock slide into me regardless of whether it is covered or bare. Otherwise, as indicated above, I tend to pass over the guys who bring up condoms. I will spend more time chatting with guys who never bring it up or claim to be on PrEP (seems like a code these days for let's fuck raw).

Would rather NOT have condoms used but am okay with them if a top feels he needs them.Not a big deal with me.To each his own.:)

I always make it clear beforehand that]condoms are not allowed. I’d rather not get fucked at all then get fucked with a condom. Using a condom is not even fucking at all for me.

No tops shouldn't ever use condoms. That takes away the domination factor and the marking of territory factor. Bareback is the best way to go.

yeah man! I think it's way more common than some people want to think

Knew before 8 I liked trying to see them, and knew what I wanted. But my first real taste of dick had me hooked. I knew I wanted as many as I could get, only thing I thought bout to was tasting any dick I could get my fingers & lips on.

It's so hot that you find it so hot! I saw an interview of yours and you are such a normal, gorgeous, well-spoken woman, that it makes it doubly hot you are an active chaser. I've known and fucked one, personally, and known about a handful of other women that fuck guys bare in the thousands, but none were overly, open bug chasers -- just loved cum and didn't care (though two on prep). You are an even more exciting find, a true gem!

I totally agree with you lol I think it’s so hot and always raw🥰. I used to cheat on my gf with random guys and also her uncle that she lived with. Every morning when she went to work, I’d drop her son off at day care and come back to the house where her uncle was waiting for me naked stroking his ridiculously huge 12” cock. I’d go in her room, and walk out dressed like a slut in her lingerie. Then display myself for him before dropping to my knees and wrapping my lips around his cock. When I could taste his precum I knew he was ready. He’d flip me over and wreck my hole sending me out a hot mess. One day she caught us lol

I know this is an old post but.... Just as I figured, I folded, I pandered, I tried to be a good friend. And he left a 30 day note on the freezer door. Not warning, no chat, no anything. A note. I didn’t ask. Knowing him, it’s some dude he’s chatted with two days on Adam. I wish him luck. Just like when he moved to Seattle, LA and SF and came back from all of those “adventures” within 2 months. I’ve learned my lesson: no more gay roommates unless they are young, hot, motivated and occasionally fucking. I enjoying my house, no more negativity. No more flakey, roommate friends, no old bitter fags, no flakey Peter Pans, no dudes who wasted the best years lives at the club, then stand in judgment of you, party out of regret and jealousy.

VERY GOOD START to the weekend ☣️

All it takes is dedication 3 For the next 12 days, I was fucked each day. It became something I craved throughout every waking hour. I had never turned down a chance to be fucked, but this was different. It was something with a purpose - though whether I was more driven than my gifter I will never know! Begging him to cum inside me each time was an amazing and liberating experience. On the second Friday night, after another mind blowing fuck, he said, "You should stay, you're getting there." I nodded immediately. "There's a duvet behind the sofa, you can sleep there." He noticed the disappointment in my face. "You're not ready to sleep with me yet, maybe tomorrow - if you're lucky." I didn't sleep much that night. The sofa was comfortable enough, but I was too excited. I had not had any doubts about getting pozzed since we had started. Now I wanted it so badly! I must have dropped off, as I awoke with him kneeling beside me gently stroking my cock. "Ready?", he whispered - almost immediately taking me by the hand and leading up up from the sofa to his bedroom. Hanging from the ceiling was a sling. "Make yourself comfortable", he smiled, helping me onto a chair and into it. "I've got something to show you", he said - undoing his dressing gown. His erect cock sported a chunky Prince Albert piercing, something that he had never worn before. "Beautiful, and effective", he said, "especially as I have run out of lube." He spat on my ass, and thrust himself into me, starting to fuck me hard immediately. The suddenness of it all took my breath away. Feeling the metal inside me was intense, and an incredible turn on. He was so focussed this morning, pumping away relentlessly. After a few minutes, he said, "Beg, beg - I need to know you really, really want to be Poz." I did my best, almost crying that I needed it so much. He thrusted harder than I had ever been fucked, finally gifting me his poison seed. He slowly pulled out, gently wiping his cock with a tissue. Smiling, he brought it up to my face. There was a definite, unmistakable hint of pink to the cum. "Great start to the weekend!"

well theoretically taking raw cocks doesn't mean you HAVE to take loads but you definitely WILL be taking loads. when guys are ready to cum, the last thing they wanna do is pull their cocks out of the hole that's getting them off, plus men become animals when it's time to blow their loads. without the worry of pregnancy, a man has no reason to pull his cock out of a faggots ass when he cums. Sometimes they wanna just continue using the sluthole to jerk themselves off, sometimes they just wanna bury their cock in you and dump their loads as deeply as they can, sometimes they wanna fuck a slut so hard that it hurts when they cum. even if a guy says he will pull out he likely will, specially when he's fucking some random cumdump. asa a faggot and a whore who is a fucktoy and a cumdumpster, l would never ask any male to pull out to cum, and always beg guys to cum inside me then thank them for doing it. I was born to take loads. I would never expect any guy to not cum inside me.

1. Yeah I have done once, I think we only had about one guy in common, and not a lot to say about him. Decent lay and all, nothing outstanding, would repeat but haven't actually bothered to kind of thing. 2. I think it's fine. It's just like when you talk about other people you know. You talk about how lovely it was when Antonio helped you move house, how appalled you were at José's behaviour the other night, and how well Xavi's massive dick fit inside your sloppy hole...

Though advance negotiation is important, people who practice withdrawal, play "just the tip", etc. have less control over the outcome than they believe. If a known partner agrees to pull out, he probably intends to and probably has the necessary self-awareness and self-control. Even so, you might make him feel so good that he will cum inside you by accident, or he might make you feel so good that you will beg him to breed you. With a new partner, all bets are off. He might be a heavy precummer. He might blow the first spurt inside, either deliberately or due to limited self-awareness and self-control. Some guys practice not seizing up and not vocalizing when they nut, so he could deliberately blow his whole load inside before you even realize. Another factor is that once they have crossed the barrier, two people are unlikely to revert to pulling out, next time they fuck. Just ask your straight friends — female as well as male! Heterosexual sex offers a useful analogue. Withdrawal is an effective birth control method but the difference in effectiveness between "perfect use" and "typical use" is substantial, according to Planned Parenthood. If HIV prevention is your goal, PrEP for you and/or your HIV-negative sex partners is highly effective, as is choosing HIV-positive partners with an undetectable viral load. Of these options, PrEP for you is the only one that you can verify first-hand.

I’d rather eat ass than suck cock, but I’m also a nasty pig.

no problem,

Part 3 After Logan had swallowed his first load of cum the man took Logan into the living room of the house where there were about half a dozen guys sitting around waiting for him. He was told to get on his knees and crawl over till each guy and suck each guys cock and swallow each load of cum. One by one Logan sucked each guy and swallowed every drop if cum and as the meth I his system began to fade. The man knew that Logan would need another slam before he was going to be fucked for the first time. They took Logan back to the bedroom he woke up in and told him to sit on the bed. He was given some Gatorade to drink that was laced with GHB as 'the chemist' entered the bedroom. As he drank the Gatorade he saw 'the chemist' load a syringe with crystals then add some water to get the meth to dissolve. Logan was finishing up his Gatorade as the GHB began to take effect. He didn't try to resist as 'the chemist' placed a tourniquet on his upper arm. Logan watched as 'the chemist' found a good vein and slipped the needle in, drew back getting a flash of blood before emptying the contents. When the tourniquet was removed Logan began to cough harder then he had the first time. Through his coughs Logan heard 'the chemist' tell the man as he requested, thus one was stronger then the first slam. Logan was breathing really fast as he rode a rush that was much stronger than his first slam as he laid back on the bed. The man stood over Logan as a naked guy came into the room. The guy looked closer to his age as the man left then in the room alone. The guy climbed on top of Logan, looked into his eyes and told Logan to relax as he leaned in for a kiss as he heard someone say that the kids newly poz and his vial load will easily convert the new meat. Once again Logan was lost in the drugs as he willingly accepted his kiss as Logan felt the guys cock stiffen between their bodies. Logan was quickly giving into the drugs and sex not knowing if he'd ever see his family or friends again. As the two were sharing spit and tongues he maneuvered Logan so that Logan could suck stone cock while he got his ass ate for the first time. This was all the lube Logan would get before he had his cherry taken. Once the young guy thought he had a minimal amount if lube for Logan's as he repositioned Logan where he could hook his legs under his arms as he pointed his cock towards Logan's ass. Logan felt the tip hit his ass as the guy moved his hips enough to get his cock right at Logan's hole. The guys pushed his hips forward as his cock began to slip inside his body. Logan couldn't resist the pleasure he was starting to feel as the cock inched its way home until Logan felt three guy's pelvis bump up against his ass. They kissed again as Logan began to not only get his first fuck, but a poz fuck. Logan had no clue what he was getting but the guy fucking him was nicked named 'the gifter'. He was an addict that needed his fix and agreed to get pozzed and become a member of the crew. He'd get the 'fix. He'd need as long as he took as much cum as possible, never went on meds and when he was needed to 'gift' someone he would only be given a small slam and drugs to keep his cock hard. With all that he was known for cumming multiple times and usually big loads. He knew after he was done with the 'deed' he'd get a larger slam and get fucked all night long. Logan felt the chock inside his ass begin to swell as the guy kissed him before looking into his eyes and telling him in broken English that he was giving Logan his first charged load. Logan didn't comprehend the meaning at the time, but once he got the fuck flu, as well as being addicted to the drugs he was being given, he'd understand. In the few hours Logan was fucked by this guy he took 5 loads when the guy pulled out. The guy looked at Logan's hole as a little but of cum seeped out before he roughly stuck a dildo inside his pozzed filled ass. The dildo would force the poz cum deeper inside Logan's body. After a good 5 minutes of the dildo it was roughly pulled out. It was replaced by a brush that would scrap the walls of locks ass mashing sure the bug would get inside his blood.

Weeks passed, fucks passed, and I still had not seen John. He had not been on Grindr, or at the clubs, and I had jacked-off to our fuck vids till my dick hurt. Other asses just weren't the same. One day, as I was driving home from work, I saw John's car parked outside my place. I parked, and walked over to it. seeing the boy sitting in the front seat looking at his steering wheel. I tapped on the door and he looked at me. He'd looked troubled, scared, defeated. I smiled at motioned for him to follow me inside. "Missed you boy." He remained silent. "You miss daddy?" He looked at me and nodded. He walked through the door and he began to undress solemnly, almost reverently. The seriousness and apathy was starting to annoy me, so I slapped him hard in the face. An expression of anger crossed his face, so I back-handed him. He fell to his knees, and I grabbed his hair. "Answer me when I talk to you, boy. Don't forget who you belong to." "Yes, sir" he finally responded. I slapped him again and he just looked back at me, trying to convey he was a man, not a kid. Again I slapped him hard, and as began to strip-off my clothing, asked "Now, tell me why you're here." "I couldn't resist it anymore. Issac said I could do as I pleased, but I tried to stop myself." "Issac?" "My husband" he said. "You're both married?" "No." "You like my cock better?" He fell silent, as he didn't want to commit himself. I back-handed him again. Now half-naked, I stood in front of him, and walked to the living room. He got to his feet to follow me, but I cut him to size: "No boy. You crawl. Strip and crawl." He removed his shirt, and involuntarily I thought 'Fuck, that's a fuckin' perfect body' and he truly was. He was a stud, fit with muscle all over but not more than proportional, his olive skin was smooth and he had enough just a slight round of fat on the right places - like his ass. He slipped out of this clothing, including his jock strap and crawled behind me to the couch where I christened him as a cum slut. I unzipped, slid-down my pants and sat on the couch as my cock began growing. Spreading my legs, I gestured for him to crawl up to my crotch, and as he assumed the position, I asked "Now tell me why you're here." "I'm here so you can use me, sir So you can take what you want, and do what you want." "You know there is no limit of what I could do to do. When you submit to me, your life means nothing. You are nothing, pathetic. You have no purpose, you're just a tool. A pretty little tool. A toy I can break and throw away." "Yessir..." he said his breathing became more heavy as my tool began to raise to full mast. "And what would you say if it was my plan to break you completely, to make you useless." His eyes started to well up, but he answered correctly "If that's what you want, sir." "That's what I'm thinking of, boy. This weekend I want to break you, to so demolish you that your boy would never take you back. To make guys think twice and pause about fucking you, because everyone has had a go. To wreck your body. What do you say to that?" "As you wish," dropping his head low. It was my turn to take the initiative: "Start sucking, boy." He finished the crawl in between my legs, took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and began to grunt in pleasure, bobbing his head up and down and back and forth. As if from a thousand miles distant, I watched him make out with my rock hard dick, swallowing all seven inches down again and again, moaning and looking up and me in ecstasy. He would pop the cock out of his mouth, massage it with the spit and pre-cum, and then go back down on it. I put my hand behind the back of his head pushed the extra inches down. I could feel them pass into his throat as my balls were soaked with spit. He gagged, but I held him there. Tears rolled down his eyes, and his stomach heaved, but still I held him immobile. His arms began to flail, so I pulled him off and slapped him once, twice, three times and he looked at me, his face now covered with spit, tears, and pre-cum. I smiled and pushed him back on my dick. All the way down. He controlled his gag reflex this time, so I held him down and my cock curved into his throat until my balls were resting on his chin. With both hands I held his head and pumped deep. He was trying to breath - I could feel his chest and lungs heaving, but clearly he was not getting enough oxygen, so I out of his mouth, slapped him, and then pushed him back down. He gasped when I pulled his mouth off my cock, trying to catch his breath before I pushed him back down. I repreated the process again and again, until finally I wanted to go even further. I grabbed his head and didn't slap him when I pulled him off, instead I let him gasp and heave and when he looked me dead in the eye, I told him to take a deep breath. He complied and when he was at maximum, I slowly slid my cock all the way as I had been before. My cock disappeared inside his mouth, and I held his head staring into his eyes. His air began to run out, i stepped on his hands to keep them from flailing. His eyes looked fearful as I held his head in place and continued to hold him there. He began to struggle and still I held him. The fear in his eyes grew. His air was exhausted, he was desperate to breathe, but couldn't. He was choking and it made his throat squeeze and tighten as it milked my cock. It felt so fuckin' good I wanted to throw my head back and roar with pleasure, but I also wanted to see his face. Within seconds his eyes began to go hazy and roll to the back of his head - his throat was now squeezing with less severity, so I threw him off my cock to the floor. He coughed while in a fetal position. "Get back over here" I commanded. He heaved and tried to crawl back to my cock but I grabbed his small frame and lifted him up. I positioned him straddling my cock and he looked at me as I asked him who he belonged to. "You, Sir" he said, as he ran his hands over my head. With that acknowledgement, I pressed him down on my cock with only his throat jucices for lube. He screamed as it periced him all the way balls-deep, but I sucked on his nipples forcing him to relax. He began to bounce and bounce and moan milking my cock expertly back and forth up and down and began licking his biceps as he raised his arms behind the back of his head. I watched his body ride and he was in complete heaven I licked his body as he moved feeling his obvious strength and his submission to me and I couldn't contain myself anymore. With my dick still in him, I flipped him on the couch so he was on his back and began to drive. I slammed my cock in again and again like there was no tomorrow. I fucked him beastally and it was a rampage as I pounded his moans were barely audible over my growling and sweat began to pour off us both. I fucked harder and harder slamming myself into him and his head rolled and arms grabbed me. I could feel his ass began to shake the internal was building up in him but it was my turn to be lost. both hands on his waist, I grabbed and slammed him into me. Johns internal began, and I could feel the vibrations all around my dick. His voice struck a manly note, but as he couldn't speak, it was reduced to resonations. His body tensed-up, as cum shot everywhere between us, but I did not slow down fucking him. John's shaking grew even more severe. His arms grabbed the couch and I could see he was barely hanging on as his asshole reverberated with each thrust - so naturally I kept stabbing him harder and harder. His moans and fucks became even less understandable. It was more animal than human. i yelled and fucked not finding my release, I grabbed his legs and raised them even wider seeing my dick pierce him with long strokes. Red was streaked across my cock and still I fucked harder, his hole swallowing ever jab. My eyes rolled back as I could feel my balls tighten. I threw my head back, feeling as though time slowed down for a moment, then I slammed my dick in deep, and felt all of myself pour into John. I looked down - his mouth was wide open but I heard no sound. His body shook, but there was only a ringing in my ears. Finally I fell on top of him I could his hear him gasping, but most of all I felt his body shivering uncontrollably under mine. I felt his ass quickly squeezing and relaxing over and over. He was lost, all lost still in an internal orgasm, and still there would be more to come. More to cum.

John was getting tired. His legs were shaking, and cum was dripping down each thigh. At least five random strangers had fucked and bred his ass through the glory hole. His eyes were barely open and his breathing was weak and shallow. I gave him a hit of poppers every now and then, but he was so far gone already it barely made any difference. In the middle of the sixth fuck his knees buckled and he fell to floor, sliding of the very fat six-incher that had, but a second before, been plowing him. I heard scurrying as the guy behind the fat six-incher scurried out of the adjoining cubicle, presumably happy to have fucked John, even if the top hadn't actually cum. I picked John up in both arms and carried him out of the cubicle into the main theater room. I counted at least eight guys watching me, and once in the theater, another five guys watched with interest as I lay John on the floor, naked and moaning, his ass and legs coated in fresh semen. The first one to approach me was a guy in a business suit. He showed a thick bulge in his slacks and loosened his tie as he looked from John to me. He was about 6'1, seemed fairly well built, about 190 pounds, with confidence whipped-out a heavy seven or eight incher, inquiring "Think he wants this?" "Go for it" I replied, smiling in approval. He stroked his large cock which was still only semi-soft, so he probably had some more growth to show. I encouraged him, saying "My buddy loves abuse." An evil grin crossed the business man's face he continued to undress. He kicked John's legs apart and began to unbutton his shirt. John looked at me, scared and pleading. "Please" he sighed, looking at me. Now, I knew he meant. He was saying (in so many words) "Please don't leave me alone like this" but to anyone else it sounded like "Please fuck me." The business man stripped off his shirt revealing a well defined hairy chest and ripped back. He knelt between John's legs and, with no preliminaries, began to fuck him into the ground. For a minute it looked like John might scream, but the business man stuffed his tie into Johns mouth. John looked at me pleadingly. I pointed to the line that was snaking down the hallway. and watched as the business man sunk his teeth into John's neck and upper back, leaving bite marks all over his tight body. "FUCK!!" the business man almost yelled. "I FUCKING NEEDED THIS." He pounded and pounded over and over relentlessly. John screamed into the tie but his body was compliant. I saw him internally orgasm and shooting a load all over himself, which sent the business man over the edge. He shot his load into John rough and charging like a bull. He then roughly pulled-out, sweaty and smiling, as another body climbed in between john's open legs. "You forgot your tie" I reminded him. He pointed at the line of men filling up the hall, remarking "I think they'll need it." He quickly buttoned up his shirt and made his way to leave. I took one last look at John and left as well. I was hungry and hadn't eaten dinner. I invited the business stud outside for a quick bite. We walked down the street to a steakhouse, ordered some nice sirloins and talked about fucking and how I met the hot stud John, and our respective stories. About two hours later, after telling all the choice details of my first real contact wit John, the businessman and I were hard, even while seated in the restaurant booth, so we decided to go back and check on John. When we got back to the bookstore there was a sign on the door read Closed for Maintenance. We smiled knowingly at each other and knocked. The cashier who had admitted John and me earlier answered the door a few minutes later, topless, his pants hastily done-up. He looked pissed and sweaty but when he saw me he smiled. He had probably come only to shoo us off - until he saw me. "You're here to pick up your boy?" he asked me almost with disappointment. "How's he doing?" "Oh man, come on in. You be the judge." When I walked into the theater, the whole place smelled more of sex and spit and cum than ever before. I could hear a loud gagged moaning coming from the backroom. When I walked in John was straddled to a bench on his stomach with his ass hanging off the side. A machine with a fat dildo was whirring as it fucked him continuously slamming the fat dildo into his ass. "So what we miss?" I asked the clerk. "Well..." He chuckled. "After you guys left it go a little crazy in here. Guys were texting their friends and fuck buds to come down and have a go at the guy. The place was completely packed. I closed-up shop to clean them out 'cuz a crowd piling-up in front of a video store is sure to attract the attention of the cops, you know," continuing "So, after I got everyone out, his hole was like so fucking open I couldn't resist." He pointed at the machine he'd set-up, still whirring like a metronome, fucking John's face which was covered in tears, his legs covered and caked with fat globs of cum. There was a large puddle of it under his ass which continued to drip as he was being fucked on autopilot. "Pull the machine out" I told the clerk, "my buddy needs another go." The clerk quickly complied, and I had a good look at John's ass. It was open, red, white and pink. Frankly it looked more like mouth than a sphincter. The businessman, whose name turned out to be Todd, unceremoniously pushed his hard cock into John's ass. "Wow!" he said looking at me. "It's still tight inside" and with that introduction he started fucking. John just moaned and put his head down. "Show me the security feed" I asked the clerk. "We don't have--" the clerk started, but I gave him a look and he sheepishly led me to the counter. No way a perve like this didn't set up security to watch the action going on in the back. I put it on fast forward and began counting the cocks that fucked John after I left him there. In the first 45 minutes eight cocks had fucked him, two long fucks and six quickies. Body types of all sorts. The last 30 minutes of the tape showed the clerk setting John up on the machine and fucking his face while John moaned on it. "I want a copy of the tape, and if I find-out you kept some for yourself, you'll be the next one to take his place" I told the clerk. The scared perve set-up the system to prepare a copy of the tape. I knew he wouldn't cross me just because but scaring him was more than fun. I looked over inside the back room while my video was being prepared. Todd had flipped John over onto his back and was fucking him on the floor, John's legs wrapped around his shoulders as Todd unloaded another rough load into him. Then Todd threw John's legs to the side and John lay there panting heavily as Todd zipped-up, muttered, "Thanks, buddy" and left. The clerk gave me the video and asked if he could fuck John's hole one last time, but I said "Another time" as I dressed John. His body was still beautiful bruised and bit, cum covered and sticky. His abs shone when the light reflected off the cum. His face was still handsome even if his eyes were empty and defeated. His ass might have been destroyed, but his body was still a marvel. I took him home and put him to bed naked, and began to finger-fuck him, initially with four fingers, then with little difficulty, his ass swallowed my fist - with a bit of pressure, maybe. John lay there and moaned every so often. I was about to slip my dick into his ass to cum again, when I heard a ringtone from his pants. Curious, I went out and checked his phone, thinking 'I thought I had turned it off'. Whatever, there was a picture of his cute cub boyfriend. and a text message. I just got out of work! I'm on my way home, I'm just gonna get some gas and a bottle of wine, and it will be just you and me all night and I plan to keep you up all night long, hope ur up for it I smiled. Their relationship was cute. Both boys were fit and built, John more ripped, Zack, the boyfriend, more muscular and thick, not as defined as John. I typed in reply. John's actually kinda busy taking my cock at the moment, but you should drop by and have some of him too. I think he may have a couple more good fucks left in him. Come on over With that I sent him my address. Who the fuck is this was the reply. Come over and find out. I'm the guy whoring your boyfriend while you're at work. I turned off the phone and climbed back on John thrust my dick into him and kissed him deep. Todd was right, John's ass actually felt like it was getting tighter and fixing itself. His ass was perfect. To take such abuse and already be well on the road to recovery. I began fucking away, enjoying the cum-covered velvet inside. John's hands touched my body and I made rough slow hard strokes loving this boy back, or as close to love as I could get. John began to moan and arch his internal orgasm growing inside of him. I felt his ass walls shake and his body shiver as I shot my load deep into his ass. We kissed as we came simultaneously. Despite all the craziness of the night, our sexual chemistry was amazing. I fucked my cum in and out of him for a while before my dick softened and pulled out, licked John's body and wounds while he jacked-off. One more load on his chest. Completely lost. Then I heard the doorbell, followed by hard, demanding knocks on the front door. More to cum