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The rest of the weekend was normal, spent time with Katie and even her roommates, normal stuff. Board games, terrible TV shows. Not one joke or jab was made in my direction but any chance they got Cory and Stephen wouldn't mind laying a hand on my body like a boyfriend would do to a girlfriend at a party or in pubic. Each time it made me nervous but I'd hear Katie in the other room and the nerves would dissipate and it was actually kind of hot. I drove home Monday morning, work again, was normal other than the need to masturbate. The last time I came was at the hands of Stephen when Cory called me a chaser. I pulled out my phone and looked up what it meant, I've heard of chubby chaser. What kind of chaser would I be, all the guys have been fit, normal to large cocks. Cock chaser? and then I found it. A bug chaser, one who chases sexually transmitted diseases/illnesses. The idea disgusted me, why would I want an illness, and on purpose?! My cock however, felt differently. Without any stimulation I now had a hard-on and had to put the phone down, and wait until it subsided. A guy I've seen before walking around the building walked up, "Hey, you see the food truck on front of the building?" 'Thank God' I thought, 'something to get my mind off this boner.' We walked to get food, he picked up the tab and asked if I knew anywhere that was nicer than the street to eat. We walked a bit further just talking about how long we've worked in the building, about the area. He's rather new, transferred in from another job that was close to where Katie works. I mentioned my girlfriend and he asked for more details, and then he dropped the fries in his hand. "Oh my God, you're the straight bottom!" He said way too loudly. I nearly choked on my fries. "What?" I said looking around. making sure no one heard. "You're the hot straight bottom that Thomas converted that day at Cory's party! with the girlfriend who lives with them!" "SSHH, look dude, it was just a one time thing, and no one got converted, I'm still negative." I said quickly and quietly. "Oh Fuck!" he said, then lowered his voice, "So it is true! Thomas doesn't know right?" "No and why do people keep saying that." "He loves converting neg bottoms, and he's been bragging about you for weeks. I was at that party, and I also know it wasn't a 1 time thing." He said looking at his phone. "Evan wasn't kidding then!" "No it definitely was a one- what? Evan?" He reached over and showed me his phone, there was a group chat. There were a ton of names, and I of course recognized Stephens name. "Thomas has been bragging around the community about his straight boy neg bottom conversion. He thinks you're poz now and he thinks he's the top bitch. This chat is everyone at the party, and some others that didn't get to see the show." "Great..." I said, lowering my eyes. "Danny and Evan spoke highly of you." "Really?" "Yeah Evan said you were the best bottom he's had, that pissed off some of the bottoms in the group and Danny. Here take my number, now that I know you're so close, we can have some extra fun, my name is Johnny by the way. Danny will be over this weekend to get some more, since you only sucked him off and drank his piss." My dick got hard again, and he noticed. "Second floor bathroom. It's a floor of all the back stock files for the building. The bathrooms are clean as can be and rarely used, can also be locked. Let me know." he stood up and rubbed my hard dick once through my pants. 'Holy shit am I in trouble' I thought to myself. It seems like it won't be just a weekend thing anymore. I went back to work but could not shake the thoughts streaming through my head. I text the number Johnny gave me. "See you soon!" I finished up the task I was doing and walked down to the second floor, using the stairs. I entered the 2nd floor bathroom and the lights were off, no one has been in here for a while. I went into the stall and text Johnny, "I'm here." "On my way, you better be nude and on your knees." I did as I was told, my cock was betraying me and was crazy hard. I've never done something like this at work. All of this is just so kinky it gets me hard. The door opened and Johnny entered with a backpack. He put an extra large soda cup on the sink counter and dropped his pants, "Let's go. Are you just a good bottom? or are you a little cocksucker too" I went to work, he wasn't as large as Evan or Danny, this time I felt like I could actually give a blowjob instead of being worried I'd scrape teeth or choke. I gave it my best, now that I felt I could actually do it. I took him deep, I tried all the little things I've seen in porn, he took control and grabbed my head, fucking my mouth before taking his cock out and humming all over my face. He then used his cock to wipe it all over my face. "you'll wear this back to work you little slut, and I like my bottoms clean, so I'll host you later tonight. now lets fill up this cup" He placed the cup under his softening dick and let loose. Piss filled the cup up quickly, he cut it short about 3/4 of the way up, pulled my head by the hair to his cock and continued his stream into my mouth. I swallowed 3 or 4 mouthfuls before he was done. He put the cap on the cup. "Looks like Mountain Dew! take it back to your office, and I'll see you tonight." "How many do you want tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his pants. "How many?" "Stephen is trying to throw another party, there will be 16 of us, can you handle 16?" "What the fuck, What!?" "He wasn't kidding about letting everyone at the party having a piece and handing you off to Thomas after." "Wha-when the fuck, that's crazy, that's more men than I've been with girls!" "Thats kind hot, so how many tonight, how many have you had so far" "4..." "At once! how are you straight!?" "No no, so far, since Thomas" "Oh, ok so let's make it 8. 4 including me tonight, they won't be in the group, they're my friends. See you later!" He unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me on the bathroom floor naked, with a cup full of piss, a face covered in a layer of cum, and a really, really hard cock as I thought about the night to come. "Goddamn" I said outloud.

The journey to the life I now lead began on my 19th birthday, in the tropical setting of the Whitsunday Islands in Australia. I was there for my gap year before university, and while I was mostly staying in cheap hostels on my trip, my family had paid for me to stay for a few nights at a luxury resort in the Whitsundays for my birthday. At the time I would rather they had just given me the money, but hey. I had arrived relatively late one night, and after the best sleep of my trip so far, I had spent the day relaxing by the pool and on the beach, taking full advantage of the free food and drink at the all-inclusive resort. That evening, as I sat by the pool and sipped on the champagne cocktail I had chosen to splash out a bit of extra cash to buy to celebrate my birthday, I kept noticing a couple of guys eyeing me up. They looked to be in their 40s or maybe early 50s, they were both pretty rugged and muscled, and the matching rings they wore suggested they were a couple. They would look away when I caught their eye, but each time their gaze would fall on me again shortly after. It was clear they were interested in me, and the longer this went on and the more of the cocktail I drank, the more fervent the butterflies in my stomach got. I was the popular kid at school. Tall, athletic, and apparently good looking based on the interest girls showed in me. My involvement in virtually every sport going, as well as a regime of training at the gym from the age of 16, had given me a great body that I continued to work on in Australia, even though I had to make do with lifting rocks at the beach rather than working out in an actual weight room. My time in the sun Down Under had also resulted in a nice tan all over, and I continued to shave much of my body hair to remain smooth and allow my muscles to really shine. My normally dark blond hair had lightened under the sun, and I kept it short and simply styled. I had lost my virginity at 15, and had a steady stream of girlfriends until I left for Australia. Indeed, I had also hooked up with quite a few women on my trip. However, I did have a curiosity about guys too. Not a longing or desire as such, but I did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be with a man. As the older couple continued to leer at me, and the alcohol loosened my inhibitions, I decided to see where this would go so I could perhaps satisfy that curiosity. To cut a not particularly long story short, before the day was out I was on my hands and knees on their bed, experiencing my first spitroast. The two guys, Aidan and Peter, were energetic and just the right amount of aggressive in their regular alternation between my front and back ends, such that I was rarely without both their sizeable cocks inside me. I loved it, and got to enjoy taking several loads from each of them up my arse and down my throat before dawn broke. For the remainder of my time in the Whitsundays I served as their cumdump. We spent almost all our time together, and I got to know them as kind and generous guys who had had to get creative with their sex lives given they were a pair of pure tops who had happened to fall hopelessly in love with one another. I, meanwhile, explored this new-found passion I had for bottoming, and was basically open to anything they wanted to show me. Double-fucking, bondage, fisting – you name it, we did it. They had travelled to the islands prepared for whatever they found, meaning I could be fully inducted into the ways of mansex with all the supplies you would ever need. We parted ways when my stay at the resort came to an end but with a promise that I would give them a call when I arrived in Sydney, which I had decided would be the city I stayed in for a longer period to find some work and earn some money before I set off on my travels again. Sure enough, a few weeks later I got in touch with them as I prepared to leave Melbourne, and was pleased when they insisted I save money on a hostel by staying with them for a bit. It wasn’t said directly but clearly implied that my rent would be paid with my holes, which I was absolutely fine with. Despite not being entirely sure about myself after I left the islands, and continuing to sort of believe I'd get a girlfriend back in the UK at some point, I soon found that I had an almost unquenchable desire to be fucked again. I had therefore been happily taking cock across the country as I travelled around, using hook-up apps, bars and even the odd public park as my means of meeting men. Despite being barebacked by Peter and Aidan, I had played safe thereafter and made every guy who got inside me use a condom. I wasn’t to know that I would never use one again as I boarded the bus to Sydney. I ended up staying with them for several months, occasionally going off travelling for a couple of weeks at a time, but otherwise working in a couple of shops, hitting the gym regularly, taking in all the entertainment and amenities Sydney had to offer, and then getting loaded up at night. Aidan and Peter enjoyed hosting parties, and I was soon one of the attractions on offer in their luxury apartment when their friends came to visit, often donning a skimpy waiter’s outfit over my increasingly muscular frame to notionally serve drinks and canapes to their guests but actually more so there was something for the various male visitors to rip off. For some reason I never asked anyone to use condoms, trusting in Peter and Aidan to look out for me. I even gained a sort of boyfriend in their close friend Jurgen, a Swedish ex-pat who lived nearby and had always been a regular dinner guest, and who now borrowed me on regular occasions to spend the night with him. In essence, I had become a very happy and well looked after manwhore. However, it was all too quickly the end of my time in Australia. Given the fun I was having and the money I was earning, I decided to cancel my plans to head over to New Zealand for a month and instead just stay in Sydney longer and then head straight back to the UK from there in August, prior to starting my university degree in late September. A couple of weeks before I left for the long journey home, Aidan and Peter let me know that they had organised a very special party for me to see me off, which I would ‘never forget’. They were tight-lipped on the detail, but I had to promise to keep myself free for the weekend, and be fully clean and ready by 8pm on the Friday so the festivities could begin. Friday evening came around, and at 8pm on the dot Aidan and Peter arrived home carrying a couple of shopping bags. They ordered me to strip, and then gradually tossed me bits of gear from the bags to get dressed into. By the end of it, I was standing before them in big heavy black leather boots, a tight-fitting pair of leather chaps, a black leather jock, a multi-strap leather harness, and a fat padded leather collar with red trim and matching cuffs. They seemed pretty happy, and I had to admit I loved the look too, mentally adding “leather fetish” to the list of things I was finding out about myself. We left the apartment and headed to their BMW in the basement car park, from where Aidan drove us for some time to an industrial area. We left the main roads and entered the back alleys, and eventually parked up behind what looked like a warehouse. There were a few men hanging around outside the door smoking, some in bits of leather but others dressed more casually, and they all turned and looked as I emerged from the car and walked with Aidan and Peter towards them, sizing me up and down as I approached. “This the boy, Pete?” asked one of them as we got closer. “Yes, ready and waiting” Peter replied. “Cool” said the man. “Get him inside and then you can be on your way.” I turned my head to Peter as Aidan urged me forward to the door. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are you two going?” “We’ll explain inside” Peter replied, not making eye contact with me. I had been nervously excited on the drive over, but now just felt exclusively nervous as the night seemed to be taking a bit of an unexpected turn. However, I trusted the two of them, so allowed them to lead me through the door and into the building, which was dimly lit and seemed to be deserted. They led me across an empty warehouse space and through another door, beyond which I could hear some low thumping music and lots of muffled male voices. Aidan closed that door behind me, and then they stopped and turned to face me. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Well boy, this is how it is” Aidan replied. “You are a cumdump. A natural. You didn’t know it before you met us, but there’s no going back, is there?” I shook my head after a pause. “So” continued Peter, “tonight we’re helping you to complete your transformation to what you really are.” “The guys here tonight will be taking care of your needs for the next few days” said Aidan, “and then we’ll take care of you before you go home to London and start living your life the way you’re meant to.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice slightly high and shaky. “It means, boy” replied Peter, “that you need to be free of any constraints so you can get that perfect arse of yours fucked by anyone and everyone.” “It means” continued Aidan, “that you will be taking loads tonight that will change you forever, and for the better.” It started to dawn on me what they were talking about, and I felt a sinking feeling replace the nerves. Peter and Aidan were intending to get me pozzed. “You understand, don’t you boy?” said Peter. I looked down and nodded. “Yes sir” I replied, referring to him in a way I had only previously done during some evenings of role play. “I think you want it” said Peter, “and I know you need it.” After a pause I nodded again, saying nothing. My heart was kind of breaking, and yet I couldn’t deny that my cock was rapidly hardening in the confines of the leather jock. This didn’t go unnoticed. “Thought so” said Aidan. “We’ve known a lot of cumdumps over the years, and can always tell which ones just need a little push to give themselves over to their true nature. You, boy, are a classic case.” I just stood there looking at my feet, my mind seemingly both racing while also going blank. I knew I could just get out of there and stop this, but somehow I also knew I would be seeing this through. “What you don’t know is that we’re both undetectable” said Peter. “In fact, pretty much everyone who’s fucked you in this city is.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that we’re all on meds and shooting blanks” said Aidan. “The guys in here tonight are the exact opposite, and you won’t be leaving here until you’re riddled with the bug.” “But this is your last chance” said Peter. “If you want to back out now then we’ll take you home.” When I said nothing, Peter smiled and patted me on the back, before turning and pressing a button on the wall. Moments later, another door opened and the corridor we were standing in filled with noise. I stood and looked towards it, until Aidan gently pushed me in that direction. However, this time they didn’t come with me, and as I approached the door I turned to look at them. “Have fun, boy” Peter said. “When you’re ready your bed will be waiting for you.” I nodded, then then turned towards the door and walked through.

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

Chapter 15 Duke and I got back to my house and he looked at me. "Did I do a good job for you? Are you impressed with me?" I wondered if he had been waiting the car ride to ask me those questions. I responded, "You did a good job far better than Austin." "Nice, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to move in here with you and Austin." "Is that what you want?" "Yes, I think it would be appropriate that I am here in case you have a need for me and to be somewhere that will appreciate me being a fag." "Well why dont you get some sleep and you can sleep in my bed with me." He instantly got in my bed all covered in cum, piss, spit, god only knows what but it was hot. He was owning his new life. I climbed into bed myself and heard my phone beep. It was the guys who took Austin. "You'd be impressed with how well your son is doing now and what he's letting us do to him. I am planning on dropping him back off to you in maybe 2 hours. What is your address?" I gave him my address and wondered what he was doing with him but I was too tired to care and I had Duke waiting for me to cuddle up next to him. So I just went to sleep. After 4 hours later I wake up a knock well more like a pounding on my door. I got up to see who It was and it was the dude from the van. "Hey, dropping off Austin?" "Yes, but before I get him from the van I want to talk to you. We took some liberty in well sealing his fate. You may not recognize him and he will need what's in this little baggie going forward or he will be suffering. So before he runs out text me and I will come get him to whore out so he can earn more. You ready to meet the new and improved son of yours?" "Sure". He motioned with his hand and out came Austin fully clothed with a thick collar around his neck. They made him walk from the van to the house on all fours like a dog. They handed me the leash. "Tell him to strip for you." "Strip boy". Then Austin removed his clothes I started to realize what they meant when they said letting them do to him. He had fag boy tatted on his chest, his nipples were pierced, his cock had a PA and a jacob's ladder. My mouth dropped. "Oh this isnt even all. Take off his outside collar and replace it with this thin inside one." I did and I couldn't believe what i saw tatted on his neck CUM was written on one side and DUMP on the other. "Wow, what did you do?" "Well we figured this will help remind him of his place and to stop putting up such a fuss. I mean is anyone but a bunch of pig men going to want him now? No. We just sealed his fate and you let us for the bargain price of $500." "boy you wanna show your daddy some of the tricks we have taught you?" Austin just shook his head. "ok boy show daddy how you tell your master you need more of your vitamins." He instantly came over and pulled my underwear down and started sucking on my dick. "See your boy is trained that he's only good for sex. He also is not allowed to speak unless given permission to speak. He must communicate with his actions and follow orders. ok boy show daddy what happens when your hungry" He went to the fridge and sat by it. "Now he will eat whatever you give him but it should be put in a bowl and set on the floor." My mind was racing I couldn't believe they turned him into this in such a short time. "Well we will leave you for now. I am sure we will hear from you in a couple days." I was in complete shock and really turned on. So I had Austin follow me to my bedroom and woke up Duke. "Hey which one of you wants my cock." They both got to work on me and I got a great idea. I had Duke mount Austin and then I slide into Austin. "We are going to fuck like a family." With that we did and I filled Duke and Duke filled Austin. Then I told Austin to go sleep on the floor next to the bed while Duke and I cuddled up together and went back to sleep.

It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.

Part 3 - The Unwanted Attention "Good morning your highness" Jackson spoke with a spring in his voice entering the bedroom. Alex turned over in bed "Is it time to get up already?" he asked in complaining tone. Jackson put the cup of coffee next to the bed "Your highness has a busy day ahead" he replied. "Sit on the bed and tell me what I am doing then" Alex commanded with a grin on his face. Jackson sat on the edge of the bed "Lunch with the royal guests and the Governor Premier". Alex pulled a face "Please tell me that is it" he said dreading what else was to come. Jackson chuckled "Dinner with the royal guests and you entertaining Prince Andreas" he said. Alex sat up "Actually I think you can entertain Prince Andreas" he replied with sarcasm. Jackson stood up "Not on your life, don't like him" he informed Alex. "I will make it worth your while" Alex offered then giggled. Jackson grabbed Alex and pulled him out of bed "Nothing you can do would make me do that". Alex ran his hand down over Jackson's cock "Your highness that is inappropriate" he said pushing his groin forward more. "So why is it almost hard then?" Alex asked causing Jackson to grin. Jackson kissed Alex then pushed him down to his knees "Suck me off!" he demanded. There was no hesitancy apart from Alex fumbling around trying to unzip the trousers then finally pulled Jacksons hefty cock out from his underwear, he was amazed seeing Jackson had already leaked precum. Alex knew it was enough of a sign that Jackson was feeling the same way. Close up it looked menacing the way the eight inches of his cock protruded out of his trousers and arching down in a semi hard state for a moment before it seemed to magically rise. Alex looked up at Jackson his eyes said it all, he had no idea what he was doing. Jackson smiled and started guiding the prince letting his tongue flickering at the partially rolled back foreskin hitting the head of Jackson's cock making it bounce in anticipation. His head being guided Alex opened his mouth the anticipation of sucking his first cock had him diving on to the cock at light speed and squealing in pure joy, his mouth taking in the fullness of the girth and feeling it quickly change in to a very hard state. Careful not to choke or gag himself Alex allowed Jackson to guide his head forcing his lips up and down delicately, the head of Jackson's cock ran across his tongue slowly at first. Suddenly his taste buds assimilated the tangy saltiness of precum, his head held still by Jackson's hands who was now gently using his hips to control the thrusting. Both overly excited Jackson would pull right back and slap Alex's face with his cock before pushing it back in to his mouth. Alex giggled through a mouth full of cock each time and grabbed his own cock pleasuring himself, his eyes half closed moaning sweetly. Jackson felt his balls contract quickly and sharply pulled his cock out of Alex's mouth just in time, the first three splats of his cum shot across Alex's chin, nose and left cheek. Alex groaned shooting his load and just missing Jackson's trousers, his mouth opened accidentally took a few after shots making the prince splutter spitting on the floor, Jackson pushed his cock back in to the succulent warm mouth that gently clamped down on his cock. Alex's head bobbed rapidly rewarding with the last few squirts of cum flowing down his throat. Alex pulled off unsure what to make of the taste at first, he found himself being pulled up by Jackson until they were face to face. Jackson licked the cum up Alex chin towards his mouth then kissed with him with an incredible passion taking Alex completely by surprise. Alex stood there eyes half closed in a dreamy state then felt himself fall backwards landing on his back on the bed. "Did you just push me?" Alex asked between laughs. Jackson leant over placing his hands either side of the prince "I am in charge!" he said. Alex grinned "I am a prince, you can't push me!" he said then cracked up laughing. Jackson hauled him off the bed "Not when it is just the two of us" he said, "Go shower". "Yes sir" Alex replied bowing his head mocking Jackson's bow. Jackson chuckled "You keep doing that and next time I won't be so gentle" he warned. Alex looked over his shoulder "Is that a promise?" he asked and Jackson nodded winking at him. Jackson went to the dressing room and prepared some clothes hanging them up on the rail ready for when his prince had finished showering. He stopped holding a shirt his thoughts second doubting himself and this is was a good idea being sexually involved with his master. It could put his career in jeopardy if word got out, his head was nowhere near ready to rule over his heart though and he quickly dismissed the thought deciding to play things carefully and not spend too much time in the royal apartment. It was the strangest of relationships, proper and official when dressing the prince, then erotic caressing when undressing that ultimately lead them to sexual antics. Alex knew he could trust Jackson and for the few weeks they had together he was so happy just being treated normally and relished the time they had together. With Alden so busy with Elethera it was down to Alex and play pretend at being a friend to Prince Andreas. Walking towards the family dining room he was not looking forward to this one bit and for the first half an hour he played nicely. The footman opened the door announcing 'Your Majesties and Royal Highnesses, Monrovia's Governor Premier', Steven entered the room and bowed his head and immediately went over to King and Queen, then Alden and finally Alex. His father introduced the Governor to the Hellenic Royal Family then surprisingly the Governor turned and headed towards Alex. "Your highnesses" Steven said bowing his head, "May I have a few minutes of your time?". Alex nodded "Of course, excuse us Andreas" he said grateful for the interruption. Alex walked to the garden windows and outside "What can I do for you Governor?" he asked. Steven smiled "Well your highness it is about your future plans" he said. "Been speaking to the King?" Alex asked knowing full well his father probably had talked. "I wondered if you would take on more official duties now your highness?" Steven asked. "Oh" Alex replied the stopped to look at him, "In what way?" he asked curiously. Steven tried to gauge his reaction "Well some state visits and public appearances to get you use to them" he offered. Alex nodded slowly understanding "You will of course go on the civil list" Steven explained. "Is there not enough royals on it already?" Alex asked, "After all I am only the spare". The Governor chuckled shaking his head "Your highness, you are not perceived that way". They carried on walking "People only see you as the younger prince, never under estimate how well liked you are" Steven said. Alex chuckled and looked at him "Carry on" he said, "You might be winning here". Steven smiled "You are also very smart and savvy" he continued, "And, your attractive". Alex stopped and turned to him "Oh!" he replied caught off guard by the remark. "Do you mean to say my brother is dumb?" Alex asked smirking which Steven noticed. "Not at all your highness, he is more constitutional in his thinking" Steven replied carefully. Alex laughed "How very politically correct your answer is, no wonder why you are the governor" he said beginning to like him. "Prince Alexander it would be an honour having you as a serving royal" Steven emphasised. "Instead of a layabout you mean?" Alex replied almost too quick off the mark for Steven. He stopped the Governor from replying, "One condition though!" Alex exclaimed quickly. Alex knew the governor was gay and it was like a magnetic connection appeared out of nowhere between them, he definitely got the impression that Steven liked him as a person, it was his body language and the casual but still retaining the official stance in the way he spoke. It was like a breath of fresh air and Alex felt his heart thumping in his chest from nerves and what he was about to do that was long overdue. They continued walking and Alex was quiet for a moment making sure they were perfectly alone. "Is your highness playing at keeping me in suspense?" Steven finally asked. Alex laughed "Not at all. I want to do more in helping the gay community" he said. Steven quickly glanced around "We can do that, but you should consider equal split so not to draw attention". "I am glad you understand Governor" Alex said glancing at Steven, "I am not ready on that part of my life to be open". Steven smiled "Your highness has my unquestionable discretion" he said suddenly clicking. "I think we understand each other" Alex said, "How is your husband?" he asked changing subjects. "Sexy as always and very well" Steven replied assessing if he overstepped his response. They started walking back. "Steven, do you think I will have to find a royal one?" Alex asked hoping the governor knew what he meant. "The Queen was of a noble family here in Monrovia" Steven said slightly deviating in his answer to the the question. Alex sighed "Drop the dam political answers when we are in private" he said getting annoyed. Steven grinned "Your highness needs to learn patience" he said, "The choice is yours , proceed with caution though". "Is it really though?" Alex replied staring off over the gardens, "The King and Queen may not approve of anyone I choose?". "Your highness, the monarchs will be happy if you are happy" Steven spoke sincerely, "That is the beauty of Monrovia being so liberal". "When you find someone let me have them checked out your highness" Steven offered. Alex chuckled "You mean have sex with them?" he asked grinning. Steven laughed unable to contain himself "No that is most certainly not what I meant". "Liar!" Alex replied laughing then going quiet, "I feel trapped here, unable to move freely" he said. Steven stopped walking "I don't understand, in what way?" he asked. Alex spoke quietly "I can not do anything without someone looking" he replied confusing himself. "If I can help I will your highness" Steven said reassuring him, "You only have to ask". Alex nodded "What if I want to turn my back on this life?" he asked, "You know go for a quiet life hidden away just a normal job". Steven looked him in the eye "I would not accept that decision from you" he said sharply. "Wow calm down" Alex replied feeling he had upset the governor. "Apologies your highness but I never expected that" Steven said looking shocked. Alex looked up the palace. "Are you that unhappy here your highness?" he asked. He shrugged "I do not know Governor, I am trying to work a lot of things out". "Please do not say anything" Alex pleaded approaching the French doors. "You can turn to me for anything your highness, please remember that" Steven said kindly. Alex noticed the look he was getting from Prince Andreas "Can you make that go away?" he asked. Steven didn't need to look in the direction Alex was looking "I wish" he replied. "May I invite your highness for lunch at the governors mansion?" Steven now asked. Alex smiled and nodded "You may indeed and I will gladly accept so along as we can drop the formalities" he replied smiling. Steven let Alex pass through the door ahead of him bowing with a big smile on his face. The King came over keen to know what was going on and the Governor spoke of his intention to get Prince Alexander involved more with public duties. The news put in the King in a jovial mood over lunch, he was so happy that his son was starting to take on a more active royal role. Alex on the other hand was trying to extend their lunch for as long as possible by eating slowly, his mother had picked up on this and hinted to him several times to finish his lunch, he hoped it would mean having to spend less time with Prince Andreas. With lunch finished Alex grabbed the Governor's attention with conversation whilst Prince Andreas stood there watching him what looked like a malevolent smirk on his face and tapping his foot indicating he was waiting. His plan didn't last long since the Governor had to get back to his daily business and took his leave. With the Governor gone and the families retiring to the lounge area Alden and Elethera went out leaving Prince Andreas with Alex, he was quick to remind Alex that he was promised a tour of the palace. If there was one thing he could do well since he had shown an interest growing up in all the different rooms, portraits, furnishings and artefacts that were strewn through out the palace. Going from from room to room in the palaces official state rooms Andreas was paying attention and watching Alex very carefully. After several hours they moved in to the royal residencies and Andreas coerced and unassuming Alex to show him his royal apartments. Andreas strode beyond the closed doors to the apartment, dressing room and in to the large bedroom that overlooked the private gardens, the room was quiet an almost peaceful serenity existed here. He turned waiting for Alex to follow him through "Close the doors" Andreas said. "Sorry?" Alex replied looking suspiciously at him, "We are not staying here". Andreas smirked at Alex "I saw you flirting outrageously with the Governor" he said. Alex looked on with a shocked expression "We are talking, you assume too much" he replied. Andreas brushed past Alex closing the doors and turning to him "Entertain me!" he demanded, "I think you know how I want to be entertained". Alex stepped back as Andreas moved forward "Let's go for a swim" Alex suggested. Andreas smiled shaking his head "No, I want something more exciting" he said inching closer, "Something that you can provide". "Err no, I don't think so" Alex quickly replied wondering if he should hit the panic button. Andreas moved closer smirking again "Is the Governor fucking you?" he asked. "Certainly not, how dare you" Alex said feeling very unnerved and glancing at the button. Andreas grabbed him hard around the wrist "Don't even think of it princess" he sneered. "Get the fuck off me" Alex shouted angrily trying to force Andreas to let go. His hand gripped tighter pulling Alex away from the button and pushing him down to the bottom of the bed out of reach of the button. Andreas was stronger and loomed like a dark shadow over Alex, all the time his eyes bored in to Alex with a purpose and intent. Alex couldn't shake off the fear in him knowing full well what the Sovereign Prince wanted and was intent on getting it. A bit of Alex was quite open to sexing Andreas since he was not half bad looking but not like this, it shouldn't be this way and Alex tried again to fight him off, Andreas was quick and grabbed his other arm pinning it to the bed. "Be a good little princess and satisfy me" Andreas said pushing his way between Alex's legs. Alex struggled again at his arms being held down "Stop fighting it" Andreas said laughing, "It will be over quickly". "No one will mind, you are only the spare part of the family" Andreas said taunting him. His wrists were getting painfully sore at the vice like grip Andreas had on them, his body and face began inching closer. Panic set in again only know his body was trapped under the weight of Andreas, twisting his head left then right feeling the warm breath increase with intensity against his face the close he got. Andreas was so close to stealing a kiss and Alex knew that it would not end there. The struggle was real and Alex was powerless to push the prince off him, he was about to rescind and close his eyes to get it over with. Behind them the doors to the bedroom opened and Jackson walked in and held back from rushing at Prince Andreas. "Your highness, I have placed your clean clothes in the draws as requested" Jackson said. Andreas jumped up letting go of Alex "How dare you walk in here, leave!" he demanded. Jackson bowed his head "I don't believe I shall your highness" he replied, "Prince Alexander is who I receive instruction from" he sad standing his ground. Alex hopped off the bed rubbing his wrists "Jackson escort him out and lock the doors". "With pleasure your highness" Jackson replied bowing his head. Andreas stood staring Jackson down, "Leave or I push the button" Alex said with his hand on it. Andreas turned to Alex "You will keep for now princess" he said brushing past Jackson. He turned again to face Alex "This isn't over until I make you sing" Andreas said staring at him and making sure he understood. It was enough to make Jackson push Prince Andreas towards the door "Get out" he said. Alex sat on the bed shaken up when Jackson returned "What was that all about?" he asked. He shrugged looking at Jackson "He just tried it on with me" he replied in a shaking voice. Jackson sat beside him "I never lead him on or even inclined I was that way" Alex said. "Of course you didn't, he just thinks he can take what he wants" Jackson said soothingly. Alex nervously smiled "I hate him even more now" he said looking at his wrists. Jackson stood "Do you want me to stay a while or are you okay Alex?" he asked. "Stay. Please" Alex replied quickly. Jackson stayed with Alex and returned to keep him company when he retired after dinner to escape the leering and off the cuff remarks Andreas was making. Jackson was acting as protector and the bond between them grew stronger, over the following days and Jackson was careful not to lead Alex astray until he was sure the young prince was over the incident with Prince Andreas. Thankfully he left with no further attempts with his family in tow along with Alden, he was spending a few weeks with Elethera before returning for the state visit. If anything Alex disliked Andreas even more now and if there was always going to be the need to look over his shoulder whenever the slimy prince was back in Monrovia. Alex had a few conversations with the Governor and King and stipulated that he wanted to be patron of the International HIV Foundation, the request caused the King to glance at Steven who didn't bat an eyelid. On the cusp of questioning his son's request the Governor quickly advised that it was a good idea considering the reach of the charity and publicity for both the royal family and charity. Agreement was made and Alex asked them to hold off any communication until he had Lady Trasilion over for lunch to seek her approval. Retiring to his apartment one evening the same thought was playing on his mind, he wasn't sure if Jackson had gone off him since he was acting very cool and protective around him. Jackson was already in the dressing room waiting for Alex to arrive, he walked where Jackson bowed his head in acknowledgement and Alex stood in front of the mirror. He knew immediately that the touch of Jackson's fingers against his neck would stir his emotions, without thinking he sighed feeling the touch and dropped his head back against Jackson's shoulder. "Do you not like me anymore?" Alex asked speaking in a hushed tone. Jackson glanced at Alex's reflection in the mirror "Stupid thing to ask course I like you". Alex turned and stared him directly in the eye "Then take me to bed, properly" he said. "Stand still" Jackson said tutting and undoing the shirt, "Are you asking me to fuck you?". Alex nodded slowly keeping eye contact and almost afraid of the rejection "Yes I guess so" he replied nervously. Jackson smirked "Am I allowed to take your royal virginity?" he asked chuckling. "Someone needs to before I explode" Alex replied looking at him, "I need you to teach me". Alex shrugged the shirt off letting it drop to the floor and raised his hand stroking Jackson's cheek, the look between them was one of consent and mutual adoration. Simultaneously they grabbed each other behind the neck forcing their lips together painfully hard. Jackson slipped his hand inside Alex's underwear and roughly grabbed the soft suppleness of the prince's arse. Alex moaned lifting up on tip toes and kissing Jackson harder, the movement invoked a response in Jackson where his arms circled around the prince lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Alex opened his eyes wide in surprise, his hands locking firmly around Jackson's neck and his legs systematically wrapped around Jackson's waist. Their kiss held firm, slowly moving out of the dressing room into the bedroom, Jackson using his foot closed the door and carried his prince over to the bed. Alex moaned softly each time Jackson took a step, it was excited nervousness of what was about to happen but also the unmistakable feel of cock pressed up against his arse. With tender handling Alex found himself lying on the bed, his legs and arms still wrapped around the torso of the man looming over him, hips gyrating and grating the erection hard against him, swiftly Jackson exposed the prince's arse running his fingers over the delicate hole feeling the body under him respond sensually in ripples of delight. His hand moved to extract his cock and pulling the foreskin back that was already moist with precum. Slowly he rubbed the head against the royal hole eliciting the desired response from his prince, tiny noises of pleasure drift off in the expanse of the bedroom. The urge to fuck him bareback was too strong to fight, he knew if he was going to risk his career and take the prince's virginity he may as well plant his commoner seed in him. These thoughts running in his head quickly resulted in more precum secreting out and moistening the hole. Carefully he worked at the hole with his cock until it began to loosen slightly allowing him to start the penetration. He felt the hands of his prince pushing his shoulders away and gasping at the pain of the intrusion, 'Relax' Jackson whispered softly ignoring the natural reaction of Alex to push him away. He leant forward and kissed Alex softly telling him he would go careful and to relax his body. Alex stopped pushing and ran his finger over Jackson's lips 'Kiss me' he pleaded, 'Make love to me' he pleaded with a desperation in his voice. Jackson pushed his hips down allowing the head of his cock to completely disappear inside the princes' arse, quickly his kissed Alex to stifle any loud noises. His finger dug in deep on Jackson's shoulders hoping this would ease the pain and discomfort, the slow tiny movements Jackson made with his hips reduced the pain he initially felt and replaced by a fire of passion in his body that burned scorching every nerve in his body. The enticing movements in his hips pushed more cock inside and every movement Alex made under him only exaggerated the speed of his penetration, careful not to push to much in one go but steadily little by little his cock was disappearing, devoured by the prince's hole. His body trembled as a coping mechanism, the pain was real yet somehow endurable like his body craved sex. Alex was going through new sensations and each time Jackson stopped kissing he looked down in to his eyes seeking reassurance to continue, too preoccupied to kiss his valet again he pulled Jackson back down seeking his mouth and tongue. To him it seemed the only way to reaffirm his intention to Jackson who shifted his legs towards the prince pushing his cock further inside. Alex moaned in his mouth arching his neck back desperate to let out a louder moan, but his valet's mouth followed keeping their mouths connected. His legs resting against Jackson's thighs comfortably he let out one last gasping moan and his legs quivered, snapping his eyes wide open knowing Jackson was fully inside him. Jackson raised his head peering down at Alex and raise an eyebrow, in return he nodded slowly feeling the first of many gentle and tender pelvic thrusts. Alex was transfixed on to Jackson's eyes as they continued to look deep in to each other, wondering what the other was thinking right now, prince and valet crossed the boundaries engaging in sexual intimacy. His arse aching but not wanting Jackson to stop he grabbed on to the muscular arms resting either side of him, Jackson's hot breath wafting over his face like a drug enforced tranquilizer brought the passion to life in Alex, he sough Jackson's mouth again and kissed him with more vigour. Alex could feel every movement of Jackson's body as he made love to him, there was a gratefulness inside that Jackson was the first one he would have a real sexual encounter with. It brushed off any awkwardness or trust issues and if anything Jackson knew Alex's body better than anyone else right now. A drop of sweat landed above his eye startling Alex and bringing him back to focus on Jackson who was smiling down at him, his whole body was moving much quicker echoed through the dull pain Alex became aware of inside his arse. Jackson leaned down and kissed Alex with such loving that it threw him off guard, 'I can't hold back any more' he whispered to Alex. Alex moved his left hand up to Jackson's face and wiped some of the sweat away 'Will you ejaculate in me?' he asked in different pitches of his voice from the constant thrusting he was receiving. Jackson chuckled having never hear any of his previous sexual partners using the word ejaculate, but then this was no ordinary person under him. Jackson smiled 'I am going to flood you!' he exclaimed, 'make you pregnant' he followed up with making Alex giggle and moan. The intensity increased and strangely Alex felt Jackson's body completely change as it neared orgasm, unsure what to expect in reality so he clasped his hands around Jackson's neck. He felt his balls tingle then sharply tighten as the pulsing began surging down the shaft of his cock. His whole body pushed forward and letting out several loud groans followed by powerful jolts of his pelvis smashing up against Alex's arse, he could feel Alex's grip tighten around his neck and only just aware of the painful noises coming from under him. Right now Jackson didn't care, his human instinct to breed had taken over and in the throws orgasm, each pelvic thrust forcing his cock deeper and releasing several hefty volleys of cum inside his prince. The trusts eased off and Jackson breathed out heavily collapsing on top of Alex. Only now Jackson became aware of Alex's legs moving in sporadic rapid movements around his thighs, the arms still tightly clenched around his neck holding on, Jackson looked down at Alex's wide open eyes and delirious smile on his face. It was like the prince had left the building so Jackson gave ground his pelvis against Alex's hole, the resulting moan sounded mesmerising and his eyes fluttered. "Oh god!" Alex said softly reaching up and kissing Jackson. Jackson kissed the tip of his nose "Was that okay?" he asked. Alex nodded and sighed relaxing his body "Wow!" was all he could muster in his head. "Again?" Alex asked looking up at Jackson who chuckled at his request. Jackson shook his head "Better not your arse will be sore tomorrow" he said. Slowly Jackson extracted his cock and laid beside Alex holding him in his arms. The significance of this night would never diminish in both of them over the coming years. Jackson taught and perfected Alex's sexual activities over the many nights they spent together. Despite Alex's urge to want to fuck Jackson it was strictly off the cards, Jackson was top only and after a few nights Alex learnt why Jackson liked being a top, using his many techniques that left Alex a complete mess after experiencing them. Jackson slipped off the bed and retrieved his clothes, dressing quickly he tucked the prince up in bed and kissed him one last time before leaving. Alex stared up at the ceiling chuckling away to himself and still trying to figure out how his body felt each time Jackson had finished with him.

This guy wrote to me, having been tempted by a pic of my gaping hole on a hook-up site. And since I in turn was tempted by a pic of his cock (6 inches, but VERY thick and with a rather bulbous cock head) we agreed to meet up. So around 10pm I showed up at his house and rang the doorbell and he quickly opened and pulled me inside. As agreed I pulled my jeans down around my knees and got down on all four right there in the hallway. And then he lubed up, pushed that fat cock head against my hole and told me to take it. So I pushed back, tried relaxing my hole, and pretty soon that fat head was inside me! "Great", I thought; "That's the hardest part done!"... And then he pulled out. And pushed in again. And pulled out and... You get the idea. He was working the rim of my hole with that big mushroom head over and over again for a while, and it was so fucking hot to know he was only doing that to get my hole worn out and open. And also so Goddamn frustrating to not be allowed to get his entire cock inside me yet! Eventually, though, he seemed pleased with his work, because suddenly he pushed all the way inside me. I gasped, and I was in heaven! A solid, hard fucking; keeping a good pace and just going at it inside me... And that mushroom head really rubbed all the right places inside me, so I was dripping pre-cum on his carpet while convulsing in pure anal pleasure - until suddenly I felt myself cumming, slowly building up to the point where I shot my load hands-free. He kept fucking, of course. He was by no means done yet, and of course the objective of me showing up at his place wasn't that I wanted to cum, but that I wanted to get fucked. And fucked I was; he had some stamina... After another half-hour of constant fucking he finally started moaning, and I swear I could feel his load pumping through his shaft before it erupted in my hole! He stayed inside me for a bit, moving his cock a bit back and forth to milk out the last drops of his load, and then he pulled out. "That looks good", he said while I could feel his cum leaking out my open, sore hole. I'm not sure if I was proper gaping or not, because he told me to get up and leave. When I got home, though, and got naked on my bed... Well, I could easily get three fingers inside my wet hole, and after a while a fourth one slipped in as well. I always enjoy playing a bit with my hole after a good fucking, just to feel how tender and not-tight-at-all it is after a good cock. And wet... It was a good load!

Well it all started with a gay on -line dating app. I had already had been having guys shot there load in me. because i fucking loved it. WEll i meet this older guy and he invited me to his house we had a great time. we started to see each other more and more. There was always something cool going on in his house three somes 4 somes orgies. I was a happy camper and loved being in all of them. One he called me up and said he had suprise for me and to go to this hotel and go to this room. So i excitedly stopped my kids baseball practice went home cleaned up in and out. Then i was on my way. I was a little nervous but i trusted him. When i walked in there was five guys i immediately dropped to my knees there were 2 blacks a mexican guy and 2 white guys. I was in absolute heaven i was deep throating gaging getting Dick slapped for an hour the one of the white guys grabbed me by the waist and pulled it up and with out warning slammed his 8 in cock balls deep after the initial shock I was getting cock deep I felt that he started to twitch and boom he exploded deep in me. then the white guy then the black guy Then the white guy and the 2 black guys and 2 white guys. my hole was so wide open and was dripping cumm with a steady stream flowing down my thigh. then thats when it happened i was in the bedroom there was a knock. as I was sucking and getting fuck i couldn't help but wonder who was at the door. It was an older Mexican guy he walked in the bedroom a said what do we have here a little slut. Thats when he unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock i have ever seen. but I was not scared i was so eroticly excited and so turned on. So immediately scooted my ass towards the edge of the bed raised my legs and gave him a perfect shot at my wet pussy . He slipped it in there was no need for lube we were way beyond that point he was taking full on strokes i felt no pain just extacy . At that point it was me the guy with the biggest cock i ever seen and my guy from the site they were taking turns slamming my wet sloppy hole. Doggystyle missionary dp side ways spite roast and breeding. This went on for another 2 hours. This was the most erotic time of my life and I love that I love Cock

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After a few minutes Mike came back and started to undo the restraints. He helped me onto my back and held me while the blood flowed back into my limbs, kissing my neck all the while. “How do you feel?” “Amazing.” “Good, think you can make it downstairs now?” “What’s down stairs?” “Im sure Jack and Erik have something good planned for you. When I left them, Jack was balls deep in Erik and getting ready to breed him.” “Fuck, I need to see that.” The thought of Erik, the man who now owned my hole, taking a load made my cock leak in its cage. As quickly as I could I made my way downstairs, the plug slamming against my prostate as I walked. Mike followed closely making sure my still tingling legs didn’t give out. Mike hadn’t been joking. Jack had Erik kneeling on the couch, bent over the back. Erik’s head was tossed back in lust, clearly enjoying the pounding Jack was giving him. Mike lead me around the couch so I could watch Jack’s cock sliding in and out of Erik’s hairy hole. With each stroke the hair around Erik’s hole clung to Jacks slick cock, I was mesmerized. “Your new boy is here watching you take my load. Go look in your man’s face boy, see who you really belong to.” I moved to kneel by Erik’s head, resting the plug on my heel to keep it in place. Erik opened his eyes and smiled, “Breed my hole Sir. I need it.” “That’s right,” Jack said. Erik looked me in the eyes and in a fucked out daze said, “I was Jack’s first boy. He bred me all through college. Eventually we started picking up boys of our own, but I will always be Jacks and all of my boys by default are his.” “Exactly, you’ll be going home with Erik; Erik will hold the keys to your cage; but in the end your cunts both belong to me. Take my fucking load,” Jack growled as he unloaded deep inside Erik. A look of euphoria washed over both of them, then Jack slowly pulled out of Erik’s hole. Mike fell to his knees to clean off Jack’s cock, but he moved Mike aside and came over to me. Dutifully I opened up and cleaned the cock that had just bred my new top. “Thank you. That is just want I needed Jack. Now,” Erik straightened up revealing another raging boner, “You ready for another load in that cunt boy?” “Fuck yes.” “On your back on the floor then.” I laid on my back in front of the three men and pulled my legs up to my chest. Erik squatted down over me with his ass aimed towards my face and pointed his cock down towards my hole. Jack reached in and pulled the massive plug from me with a wet squelch, leaving me gaped open for Erik. His dick plunged into my hole. I looked up as he slid inside me, right above me was his cum slick hole, wet and slightly gaped. There was a small trickle of cum running down the inside of his leg as he started to hammer at my hole. I belonged to an already owned man. I was the boy of someone who belonged to a true alpha. I had no idea what that made me beyond the absolute bottom rung on the ladder. “Fuck Mike, you wrecked this boys hole. He’s so fucking loose now.” “You said get him ready,” Mike replied. “No, you did good. He feels fucking amazing now. I never last long with one of Jack’s loads in me and now with your pussy all wrecked. Fuck, I’m going to breed you boy. Take my load. This is my hole now!” Erik started pumping his second load of the night into me. His hole winked above me and a small drop of cum landed on my chest. “Fuck,” he panted, “we’re gonna wreck your hole so it’s never tight again.” Erik pulled out, and then crouched over me, my legs were pressed tight to my chest. He kissed me. “You’re perfect, and we are going to have so much fun together.”

Apologies for the long delay. ------- I gave myself a couple days of rest after the all-nighter in the basement, and concentrated on starting to spend my winnings on things I had always coveted as well as stuff I felt I would now need. However, I was soon starting to feel the itch, and so set about creating suitable profiles on various sites. In no time I was fielding a steady stream of interested guys coming by the flat, keeping my desires satiated with load after load up my rear end. I wasn't specific about what I was looking for, but many of the men took great pleasure in telling me to take their "dirty loads" as they filled me up. The fuck flu took longer to set in than I had maybe expected based on my research, but when it struck I holed myself up at home and allowed the change to take its course. What energy I had was spent answering questions from estate agents and lawyers as my house purchase proceeded, as well as setting up fucks for when I was feeling better again. Of course, I occasionally allowed guys to swing by and coat my insides with more charged seed, as long as they were up for it given the state I was in. Three weeks later I was back to normal, had confirmed my status at a clinic and got started on meds, and was now going through another major life change. I had bought a relatively remote newly-renovated house that was ready to move into straight away, so was already getting my relocation underway. Being as rich as I now was, I paid a gang of men to do all the work for me. Fortunately I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the leg of the most rugged of them while he was hoisting up a particularly heavy box, resulting in both him and me getting a bit of regular fun during their tea breaks. In addition to my status and living situation, I set about some appearance changes. I started working with a tattoo studio recommended by the rugged mover to sort out how to mark my body, agreeing some designs for my arms and chest as well as the font to use for the words on my buttocks, and getting the transformation underway in a number of sittings. I also got him to pierce my ears, and then bought in a load of chunky silver hoops and studs. I also excitedly received some of the orders I had placed early on, allowing me to adorn myself with the huge silver chains I had always secretly looked at on the internet but never gone anywhere with because of how averse to such things Rachel was. By the time everything had been delivered, I wore a near-kilo bracelet on each wrist and two kilos round my neck. Throwing off the mental shackles of my relationship with Rachel also extended to other aspects of my new life as a poz cumdump. My conservative haircut was out in favour of something a bit sexier, and I allowed myself to start smoking again having been forced to quit by her during university. The clothes I wore - when I bothered - got tighter, highlighting my increasingly muscled frame, and to complete the look I bought some leather accessories like cuffs, a collar, a harness and some seriously sexy boots. ------ About three months after my night in the basement, Ben texted me out of the blue to ask if I was up for helping him out with some clients. He was a bit vague about what sort of clients they were, but my role in assisting was clear. I would spend a long weekend at a country mansion tending to every sexual need the men had, refusing no loads and expecting nothing in return from any of them. Although my head told me I should be insulted about him expecting me to take on such a role despite having left the company, in my heart I knew I would say yes. A couple of weeks later a car came for me, with a bottle of champagne ready in a cooler in the back for me to enjoy on the drive out to somewhere in the Cotswolds. The driver had evidently been briefed beforehand, as he stopped a couple of times along the way to bang a load into me while I had a cigarette or two, which suited me just fine. As he dropped me off at a sizeable stone mansion, he patted my backside and told me he was looking forward to the drive back on the Monday. I made a mental note to see if wanted to be my regular driver. I was met at the door of the mansion by a young stud dressed as a butler, who showed me to a spacious and luxurious suite. In addition to a living area and main bedroom, there was a second bedroom fitted out for the sort of fun I had been drafted in for. A bed with various restraints attached and ready for use, a sturdy free-standing leather sling, a fuckbench (a personal favourite of mine), and numerous dispensers for lube and poppers. A little flutter went through me as I took in the room, imagining what might happen to me in there over the next few days. I returned to the living area and opened up an envelope that had been left for me on the table, giving me some basics about my stay. I was evidently free to roam around the building and make use of the gym, indoor pool and other facilities when I wasn't otherwise engaged. Any food and drink I desired would be brought to me on request, and other coded wording suggested I could also be provided with any other substances I wanted. A second page of notes provided me with the info I was really after: Welcome! This weekend you are to be the cumdump for a group of clients who will be staying here as part of a project we are all working on. Some of them are straight, some like a bit of everything, some are neg, others have declined to say. As you may have seen, we have set up a special room in your suite for this fun to take place in, but be ready to be called to other parts of the building and grounds if that is what our guests request. They all know that the lobby and the kitchen are off limits, but you will bend over wherever and whenever they want elsewhere. We will also be having a special group event on the Saturday night out in the stables, where you will be assisted by some of the other staff we have drafted in for the weekend. You will get more information on that earlier in the day, but we will make sure you have sufficient time to rest beforehand. In the meantime, please feel free to relax for a while before getting ready to start your duties from 6pm. Some guests may have specific requests for what they want you to wear, but otherwise you are free to dress however you feel comfortable. Ben After reading it through a couple of times, I decided to order a chicken salad and some more champagne, which arrived promptly and was delivered by yet another young stud in a valet's uniform. He licked his lips when he saw me, but I decided it was probably best to save any playing with the staff until late. Once I'd finished my food I had a cigarette out on the small balcony, and then chilled out on the enormous couch for a while and watched some TV. At 5pm, after another cigarette, I decided to get myself ready. After showering and thoroughly cleaning myself out, I donned my wide studded leather harness, a black leather jockstrap and my boots. I finished off with the huge chains and my chunkiest silver hoops, before taking in the view in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. Content that I looked the part, I headed out onto the balcony to enjoy the late afternoon sun and have a cigarette and some more champagne. As it turned out, from that vantage point I got a great view of various luxury cars turning up and guests arriving, many of whom also noticed me showing off their entertainment for the evening. I knew then that this was going to be a fun night.

monday 3am apt stairwell. Hood dude i sumtimes get lit wit and im one his side bitches hit me on my cell "u up" i actually was he said he was horny. i went ova not even thinging he stay wit his gurl. He had the apt building door unlocked, and told me come to the top floor....i'm like nigga u live on the 2nd. i went up there , he str8 pulled out his dyck i was like what why we not going to u apt, he told me his gurl was sleeping. he told me he knew if he told me that i wouldn't have come. he said since u here, we kinda went back and forth until he said nigga u want this dyck or not.....i was horny and had cum ova already. i was bout to suck him but he like he didn't time, strip and bend ova.....i hesitated but did and fucked my bussy. he kept having to tell me shut the fuck up lol. he nutted in me, and while i'm still trying catch my breath, still ass naked, and his huge nut leaking out on the floor he was walking back to his floor saying thx, i'll hit up. lol

Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…

I love everything about penis. I love how it looks, that thick fleshy shaft. I love the head so much, that beautiful shape, the feeling of taking that whole spongy head in my mouth, feeling along the ridges of it with my tongue. I love knowing how sensitive it feels for him when I have it in my mouth. I love dick but I love that it comes with a pair of balls too. I love that hot nutsack just hanging there attached to his cock, another fun place to lick him and pleasure him. I love massaging his balls, knowing how sensitive they are, rolling his testicles in between my fingers, knowing that millions of sperm cells are inside this nut, and that I wanna crack it open and make them come out. It's so hot knowing that the only reason this cock exists is to squirt out the hot sperm from his testicles. I love being an eater because not only am I interested in making him cum, but I want to taste the semen when it comes out. A penis and ballsack is so beautiful, but sucking it is so fun because I get to eat semen at the end. And I love eating semen because I know how good I'm making him feel right at the moment all of that salty jizz is squiting in my mouth. Sperm is so hot, their shape their little tails swimming so violently and aggressively to get to an egg. They are the essence of men. These sperm cells are only inside men. I love knowing that when I'm tasting that salty hot load, I'm eating millions of those sperm. Literally millions of flaggelating, swimming sperm just violently squirting into my mouth, coating my tongue and throat. My mouth is full of millions of these sticky little guys tingling down my throat and leaving a strong spermy aftertaste. You are truly experiencing a man and the power of his maleness when you let him shoot millions of his kids, his living male cells into your mouth. And if you eat them, you truly accept the power of male energy. When it comes to sex, honestly nothing beats sucking cock. It's just a perfect sexual toy; the cock, the balls, the growing hardness, all the throbbing and pulsaing it makes when you please it, the hot thick load of salty white semen at the end. Its like a game, the best game to me, just experimenting and trying all sorts of things out to see what works for that dick until you get your reward.

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half hour, mostly i'm more into quick cumdump sex so i can go to the next dick

I got NOTHING off of the Sapphire. Disappointing. I also have a few remaining drops of their TRIPLE Scorpio, IML 2019 edition. Still good for a short burst, but after two years, it has lost a great deal of its potency. It was amazing stuff. Bought it, went to the Cumunion party, and sucked down almost half the bottle. LOL

Matt is back in his college town for a Mardi Gras party. Two of his friends from college are hosting the party. Matt returned to help them. It's been about a week since Mark and Matt broke up. Matt is really horny to get fucked. Since Mark broke it off with Matt, Matt has been on AOL chatting with guys. Matt has cyber sex almost every day. During his cyber sex sessions with guys, sometimes with multiple guys at once. Matt is always taking cock bare in cyber sex. Matt is letting multiple guys a night fuck him without condoms on AOL. Matt is telling at least 2 guys a day to cum inside him. When guys ask if Matt fucks bare IRL (in real life), Matt says yes. Matt loves admitting how much he loves getting fucked bareback. It makes him so hard. With his friends though, Matt knows he can't admit that he loves getting fucked without condoms. This weekend, Matt is staying with his friends so he has to play safe if he is going to have sex. Matt has arranged have sex with a cyber sex partner on Friday and spend the day on Saturday helping his friends set up the party and stay the night of the party with his friends. One of the guys Matt had cyber sex with is a professor at his college. He is in his 40s. Way out of Matt's dating range, but the cyber sex is so hot that Matt told him that he is coming to town. Matt goes to the professor's house which is a nice place near campus. It's still winter so Matt is dressed in tight jeans, a tee, sweater, boots, scarf, hat and jacket. Sometimes the clothes feel like they weigh as much as Matt does. He rings the doorbell and an attractive man in his 40s, tight wool sweater over his pecs and shoulders and a small belly opens the door. The man has grey hair and a trimmed beard. The professor is smiling down at him and invites Matt inside. Matt is very nervous. This is the oldest man that he's met IRL. The professor offers to take Matt's coat, hat, and scarf and asks Matt to take off his boots at the door. Matt hands the professor his outerwear. He bends over to take off his boots. The professor says, "you have a great ass. Would you also like to take off your jeans?" Matt blushes. He looks back at the man and says, "If I do that, I'll probably end up getting fucked." As Matt says this, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off exposing his very small briefs. Matt also pulls off his socks and sweater. Matt stands before the professor in just his tight tee and his small briefs. The professor says, "Take it all off and I'll fuck you right now." Matt pulls off his tee shirt and pushes down his briefs. Naked and hard, Matt has been in the professor's house for less than 5 minutes. The professor takes out his cock and says, "Suck it slut." Matt gets on his knees and kisses the tip of the cock in front of him. He's still in the entryway of the house, naked, on his knees. The professor takes off his sweater as this boy's mouth begins to work his cock. The professor didn't expect this boy to be a total slut. He knew that the cyber sex was hot, but figured the boy would need some alcohol and relaxation before he turned into a cock whore. This boy was slobbering on his cock before they made it to the living room. After a few minutes of getting his cock sucked, the professor makes his way over to a chair and guides Matt to his knees in front of the chair to continue sucking. A few more minutes of getting a decent blowjob, the professor asks if Matt is prepared to get fucked, "Is your ass clean and ready to get eaten and fucked?" Matt says yes. The professor bends Matt over a couch and dives into Matt's hole. Matt begins moaning and knows he made the right choice coming here to let this older man fuck him. The professor is focused on Matt's ass. He is tongue fucking the boy and eating his sweet hole. The professor came out in the early 1980s and began having sex without condoms then. He started using condoms in 1984-5 and has been pretty religious about condom usage until AOL chat rooms and cyber sex. The professor still used condoms with guys he dated, but with young twink sluts like Matt, he would fuck them sans condom. His bare cock felt so good inside the little sluts. No pretense, just bare cock in young, tight ass. Matt's ass felt pretty tight for a twink who got naked and started sucking cock within 5 minutes of meeting him. The professor had a sleazy thought. He knew the moaning twink was in high slut mode right now. The professor got up and slid his cock over the boys waiting, wet hole. He said, "Did you tell me the truth online? Do you like getting fucked bareback?" Matt moaned, "Yes. I told you the truth." The professor opened a drawer and grabbed lube and a condom. He lubed his cock and put the condom on Matt's back. The professor said, "I can wear a condom if you want me to. It's right here." As he said that, the professor lined his lubed cock up and touched it to Matt's hole. Matt had a conflicted look on his face. The professor could see it in the hallway mirror. The professor picked up the condom, put it in Matt's hand and said, "Just tell me if you want me to put it on. You just met me less than 20 minutes ago. Do you want me to fuck you bareback?" Matt took the condom in his hand. The professor's cock was pushing into Matt's hole even before Matt could answer. Matt felt the bare cock sliding inside him. Matt moaned. Matt said, "Your cock feels so good in my ass." The professor said, "Your hole feels good around my bare cock slut. You can open that condom and ask me to wear it you know?" Matt said, "I like how your cock feels." The professor began to fuck the boy slut bent over his couch in earnest. He grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. The slut was moaning and still holding the condom. "You like getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" said the professor. Matt moaned that he loved it. Professor said, "Are you going to take my load like you did online? In our chat you begged me to cum inside your ass. Do you want me to cum in your ass?" Matt moaned again and said, "Please cum inside me." The professor said, "You have a condom in your hand and you could make me wear it. You don't need to take my load. A stranger's load in your unprotected ass. A guy you don't know. Are you going to let a total stranger cum inside you?" Matt was so caught up - this was like the hottest sex talk he'd ever had. Matt said, "Please cum in me. I know we just met but I want your load." The professor grabbed the boy, slot his load deep in the boy's ass, and the boy dropped his condom on the couch unused and unopened. Matt took 3 more loads from the professor that night. He begged for all of them. When Matt left in the morning, his clothes were still in the entry hall where he had left them. He felt well fucked but was still incredibly horny. He spent the next few hours getting brunch with his friends, evading questions about where he spent Friday night, and getting ready for the Mardi Gras party. The party was fun. Matt was dressed in a tight tee, short sparkly booty shorts and sneakers. As the night went on, his tee came off as he was dancing. Matt was just in his purply sparkly booty shorts and sneakers when he met Ricky. Ricky was hot, thin, 19, a sophomore, twink, great hair, and a winning smile. Ricky and Matt hit it off. They started talking, drinking, dancing. Eventually, the two of them were seated in a chair in the living room as the party thinned out. Matt was in Ricky's lap. Ricky's cock was hard. Ricky's hand was down the back of Matt's shorts (no underwear) as they kissed. Ricky said to Matt, "No underwear? Is that a sign you are looking to get laid tonight?" Matt said, "Maybe." The boys laughed. Ricky found Matt's hole and rubbed it. Matt moaned a bit. He slapped Ricky's hand away. The party hosts came over. Both party hosts had found guys to spend the night with them. They said good night. Ricky and Matt went to the loft space to which was were Matt was spending the night. The hosts went to their bedrooms. As Ricky and Matt got naked, sucked cock, made out and Matt spread his legs for Ricky to fuck him; Ricky realized he didn't have a condom. Matt was crestfallen and totally turned on. He wanted Ricky to fuck him bareback. But, he was staying with his friends. Matt knew he could get away with bareback fucks elsewhere, but not here in his friends' house. Matt lost his erection pretty quickly. Ricky saw Matt lose his erection. Ricky said, "Don't worry I can get you off with my mouth." That's when the boys heard a door open and one of the party hosts escort his guest to the door. Matt slipped on his shorts, told Ricky he would get a condom, climbed out of the loft area, and went to see his friend for a condom. Ricky laid back and was stroking his big cock. Condoms always made Ricky go soft. He had a thick dick so they pinched him and didn't feel good. Ricky was actually hoping that this slut was going to let him in without a condom. Ricky was stroking his big cock thinking about that when Matt came back to the loft. Matt saw Ricky lying on his back, stroking his big cock, and he slipped out of his shorts and straddled Ricky. He put the condom and lube packets on the floor next to them. Matt was rock hard again as he leaned over to kiss Ricky. Ricky and Matt resumed a hot make out session. Matt's ass was rubbing Ricky's cock head. Ricky was rubbing his shaft all over Matt's ass crack. Matt opened the condom. Ricky opened the lube. Ricky lubed his cock. Matt fiddled with the condom. Ricky put the head of his cock at Matt's hole. Matt pushed back instinctively. Ricky's bare cock slid right into Matt's excited hole. Almost all the way in one stroke. Matt, condom out of the package and in his hand, moaned. Both boys knew the condom was in Matt's hands and not on Ricky's cock. Matt watched Ricky's face for signs of displeasure as he opened his ass, pushed back and let his ass take all of Ricky's bare cock. Ricky moaned, closed his eyes, and whispered; "Ride me." Matt felt embarrassed to be riding a raw cock in his friends' house, but he was so turned on that Matt started riding Ricky's bare cock. Matt was riding Ricky well, using his ass muscles, and stroking his cock as he rode his hookup's cock. Ricky was moaning. Matt was moaning. Ricky started trusting up into Matt. Matt leaned forward and let the boy under him fuck him. He could feel Ricky's cock fucking him. Matt reached back and felt the bareback shaft as it fucked him. This is the first time Matt felt a raw cock as it slid in and out of his ass. He was mesmerized. Ricky said, "Play with my balls." Matt did. Ricky started to tense up and said, "I'm gonna cum." Matt didn't move. Ricky opened his eyes and looked at Matt. He whispered, "I'm going to cum inside you." Matt let Ricky keep fucking him. He didn't move. Ricky came in Matt's ass and grabbed Matt to kiss him to keep from shouting as he came inside the boy he'd just met. Ricky noticed Matt had not cum yet. Ricky was still hard. He said, "I can cum again. Want me to fuck you some more?" Matt said yes. Ricky flipped Matt on his back, lifted his legs and slipped his cock back inside Matt. Ricky was fucking Matt for about 20 minutes missionary, doggie, they rode again, Matt pressed on the floor, etc. Ricky flipped Matt back over, the unopened condom was pressed to Matt's chest when he flipped back over. Ricky looked back down at Matt and whispered, "You like cum in your ass, but don't want your friends to know right?" Matt nodded. Ricky slid his bare cock back in Matt's willing hole. Ricky whispered, "You pretend to want safe sex, even got a condom, but you like taking it bareback don't you?" Matt nodded. Ricky pulled out of Matt. Put the condom on his cock. Sliding back into a surprised Matt, Ricky whispered, "We need to at least use the condom so your friends won't think your a whore. Whether I cum in the condom though or in your hole is up to you. If you want to take it off me, just do it. You can always tell your friends something about why there is no jizz in it. They may not believe you. They might. Up to you." Matt let Ricky fuck him for a few minutes. The condom covered cock rubbed Matt's ass wrong. He didn't like it. But he didn't want his friends to think he was a whore. Ricky stroked Matt's cock as he fucked him. Ricky was fucking Matt harder now because Matt's ass was loose and open from getting plowed for 30 minutes. Ricky pulled out, flipped Matt doggie and that is when he felt Matt's hand reach back and remove the condom. Ricky said, "Your slutty side won huh?" Matt moaned as Ricky's bareback cock slid back in his well fucked hole. Ricky was so turned on that this slut had just removed the condom that he was close. Ricky decided to do his new friend a favor. He said, "I'm close." Matt was stroking his cock. Matt was close too - deliriously close - to cumming. Ricky said in a normal voice, "Where do you want it?" Matt said, in a normal voice, "In my ass" Ricky made a couple more strokes, grunted loudly, and screamed "Take my load slut." Matt came all over the floor as Ricky came in his ass. Ricky collapsed on Matt. They made out for awhile afterwards. Ricky decided not to stick around for the aftermath of Matt realizing his friends might have heard the things they said. Ricky left to go back to his dorm. Matt woke up in the morning, had breakfast with his friends, blushed and deflected their questions, swore they used a condom, but he couldn't show his friends that the cum was in the condom because he had already flushed it down the toilet. Matt thought it was plausible. Matt's friends knew that he had taken Ricky's cum in his ass. Matt arrived home on Sunday, took a shower, got online and had cyber sex with three different guys. Matt took all of them bare in the cyber sex and begged them to cum inside him.

Here's a short quickie chapters. Sometimes a short quickie is all we need. Part 15 I didn't see Colt the next day or night. He told me he had several dates lined up as he hadn't been paying attention to his fans recently, blaming me of course, and there were a bunch of men waiting to use his teenage cumdump hole. I was surprised that I found myself to be a little jealous. Of course he had told me from the beginning he wouldn't be monogamous. And I wasn't jealous about other men fucking him, I was jealous because I wouldn't be there, I wouldn't be a part of it. I really enjoyed watching Colt get used. But I just had to accept that this is how it was going to be. I wouldn't always be there. I had smoked some weed to help me get my mind off of Colt and was able to drift off to sleep. At 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by Colt crawling into my bed. He had a key to our house, of course, and had snuck in. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, startled to see him. "I missed you baby." He said kissing me. "And I'm horny as fuck!" "What do you mean? Didn't you just spend the day and night getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Yes." He said. "17 loads in my cunt." He said taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. I could feel his caged cock under his jeans. He giggled. "I locked myself up this morning. I didn't want to cum all day. I only wanted to cum with you in my pussy." He quickly stripped and grabbed me, rubbing our naked bodies together. He reeked of sex and cum. "17 loads huh?" I asked. "You were certainly a busy little whore today." I said as my cock sprung to attention. "Uh-huh." He mumbled into my mouth as he kissed me. "But I want at least one more in me baby. Yours." He whispered into my ear. "You wanna add your load into daddy's fucked out pussy?" "Who you calling daddy?" I asked, taking the dominate role. "I only see a nasty pig boy slave who needs another man's big cock up in his slutty, sloppy hole." "Yes Sir!" Smiled Colt, assuming his role. "That's better whore. Now show me your nasty cunt. Show your Master your disgusting cumhole." I ordered him. He quickly complied , throwing his legs in the air and pulling out his buttplug. I salivated at the sight of his rosebud. He was gaping open and it shone a bright red in the lamplight. "Push it out whore. I want to see it!" He pushed and it looked like a little flower blooming as his insides pushed past his sphincter. Cum leaked out of it. I couldn't resist and planted my mouth on the bud before me. I sucked and nibbled on his intestines while he moaned in ecstasy. "Push out whore!" I ordered him. "I wanna see those nasty loads come out of your filthy pig hole." He didn't say a word as his hole pulsed and a big gob of cum poured out. I managed to catch it in my hand and I reached up and slapped Colt across the face with it. It splattered a bit and I rubbed it into his face and hair. Then I dove back down onto his hole. "Keep pushing it out!" I mumbled as I ate his hole. He pushed harder and I felt more of his insides pass my lips as cum flowed into my mouth. My cock throbbed as I took these strangers loads from my bitches used hole, took these loads from him that he had worked so hard for and was so proud of. When I felt I had taken from him all I could, I pulled my mouth off his hole and replaced it with my cock. I slid into his hot, velvety hole, groaning. I didn't know which I liked better, his tight hole when he hadn't been fucked recently, or his fucked out sloppy chute that he had just given up for anyone that wanted it. I liked them both. As I started fucking him, I spit all the jizz I had in my mouth right in the middle of his face, hitting him square on the nose. It splattered and some hit him in the eye, the rest running down his cheeks. "There's your precious loads." I growled, spitting on him a couple more times. "You are such a filthy whore you don't deserve to keep those loads inside you. They're where they belong, on your nasty pig slut face!" "Yes Sir!" He moaned as he licked off what he could reach around his mouth. "Look at you pig." I laughed. "So desperate for cum." "Yes Sir, I am!" He panted. "Well, here comes another one for you whore." I announced as I started pumping my load into Colt. I had been so horny all day thinking of Colt out getting fucked, and hadn't even jerked off. I had wanted to save it for him. So it only took a little bit of thrusting before I was shooting off. But that was ok. I had at least one more good load in me. Maybe two! My cock didn't even go soft and I was fucking Colt again. "Please Sir." He started begging. "Please what, slave boy?" I asked. "Please take the cage off Sir. I wanna cum so bad!" He whined. "Oh, do you?" I teased. "Does my little slave boy wanna cum? Does the pathic whore thinks he deserves it?" "Yes Sir. Oh please." He continued. "I was a good boy and saved my load for you Master. I wanted to come so bad all day, but I didn't." "Tell you what, slave. You can cum, but only with the cage on. And you had better cum before I do, because if you don't, you will wear it all week!" I snarled. "Yes Sir. Please fuck me real good and make your slave cum!" He begged me harder. I just looked at him and pulled out. He whimpered a bit at being empty and so horny. But I didn't leave him empty for long. Just long enough to grab some nipple clamps and attach them. Then I slid back in. "So, tell me about your day, whore. You took 17 loads, were they all from different men?" "No Sir." He panted. "14 men. 3 came twice." "Start from the beginning. Tell me about everyone." Colt began his story, telling me about every man he hooked up with today. There were all kinds. Old men, fat men, ugly men, and he spread his legs for each and everyone like a true cumdump. My dick throbbed in him as he told me about all their different cocks. Even though I hadn't been there to watch, just hearing him talk about it all got me so worked up. Listening to him tell me about what a whore he is brought me to the edge. "I'm getting close bitch. Are you ready to cum for Master?" I asked him. "I'm so close Sir! Oh God I'm close!" I pounded that special spot inside him that I knew so well. That perfect prostate spot. He started whimpering and moaning, and I doubled down on my thrusts to that spot. Soon he grabbed me and held me tight as his whole body started shaking. Then he started crying out, muffling his sounds into my shoulder as his caged cock erupted. I reached between our chests and grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and ripped them off. Colt let out a muffled scream of pain and that triggered my second orgasm. I buried myself in him and unloaded another huge load into his sloppy, jock cunt. After we had come down from our high, I made him lick my belly clean of his stickiness. Then I licked his belly clean and we kissed, savouring the taste of his sweet cum between us. "Can you remove the cage now?" He asked when we had finished. "Can I remove the cage what?" I corrected him. "Can you please remove the cage now, Sir?" He replied. I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I don't think so slave. I believe I have to get even for a certain very embarrassing hickey. You'll wear it all week after all." I decided. "Now shut up and go to sleep." I ordered him as I shut off the light, rolling over. "Yes Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." He replied softly as he snuggled into me, spooning. He placed his hand on my cock and held it as we drifted off. "I love you." He whispered in my ear before he started snoring.

Sucking dicks at the gloryhole is nice, but i really love to give ass through the hole and get all that anonymous cum in my ass. never speak a word with anyone there

As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.

I tell guys that I am indeed clean, I shower every day. And if you've had sex ONCE since that day that you posted you were clean (sometimes years ago!! ) you really don't know, do you? What also kills me is guys on Scruff that say they say they are Neg but they are on "Treatment for Prevention" and if I mention that means they are Poz on Meds not Neg they get confused or huffy- or both.

Don’t apologise for your rant. On other sites I specifically state that anyone using the word “clean” in relation to their status need not bother contacting me because we won’t get on.

My late husband taught me the proper way to fist and be fisted. I have friends who are surprised by my ability to take fists and yet still be tight for a good fucking. I prefer the fist. It is the best feeling when it slides in and out of my ass. I do include toys in my play. Just this past Friday a butt plug was shoved up my ass and I realized it all the way inside of me until after dinner Saturday night. I am getting good at inserting my own hand up my ass.

I used them for awhile. The Black Leather ones were the best but found that the bottle was only good on the day I opened it. That's when I switched to SuperRush Black Label and Mutiny which stay strong longer which I get from pigsolvents.com I am never disappointed

losolent excellent chapter. Eagerly waiting for the next chapter!

When I was in my early 20s I fucked a guy repeatedly over 24 hours. we slept in between and when we woke up we were ready to fuck again. I bred him at least 8 times in that 24 hours. still would love to break that record sometime.

Damn ur a hot pig!

Thanks. It took a while for me to get to a good place. I even went without sex for a while to try to get my head together. But now, I have a man I love and he loves this hungry bottom slut. 😋

i want this too....let me know if you guys come my way...poz me

I have used them a few times, I can’t tell the difference between the brands much but they didn’t give me a headache which is the major thing for me.

There's absolutely no reason to talk to a whore offering ass at a gloryhole, her job is to shut up and take it.

Hey Everyone - Have been a little busy lately - I promise new chapters soon - early this week.

Ok, I’m looking for this story…. Youngish guy in Florida (I want to say Miami, or Ft. Lauderdale, but not 100% sure), new to town moved for a job, needs some Fukkin, gets out of work (how the story pretty much starts) and starts looking, finds a guy online (I think) who comes to his house, but before long suggests that they go to a sex party that the 2nd guy knows about. While there, he’s given GHB for the first time. He had partied before, but never slammed. He tries to chip in for drugs (don’t recall if they took his money), he’s slammed pretty big for his first time. Before long everybody has been fucking him. He sort of comes to with his original date guy pounding him and basically telling him to let him finish because he already has X number of loads and 1 more wont make a difference. He had been taken to another room in the house/apt I think tied down and used, put on camera…

Chapter 14 I got to the side door and opened it. I saw a van and heard some noise coming from it. I went over and knocked on the back door. It opened. "hey, you having some fun in there with my boy?" "Dude, get out of here. We have him for 90 minutes to do with as we please. So get out of here." I heard a guy ask who was there and came to the door too. "Oh shit, this is the kids father. It was so hot how you helped that one dude fuck ur kid up with his nasty cock. Would you like to join us and get him really fucked up?" I thought for a moment and was like why the hell not. He's going to be worthless after tonight anyway. Then they opened the door for me to climb in. This van was like nothing I had ever seen. There were now 7 of us in the tight van. They had Austin completely restrained and a gag ball in his mouth. "Wouldnt it be best for us to use both holes and take the gag off him?" "Oh not yet, see he's been fighting us quite a bit since we said we were going to become brothers first. So once he joins our brotherhood we will take the gag and restraints off but for now he doesn't want to do this the easy way." I was confused but thought whatever. I then quickly learned what they meant. They filled the syringe with what I assume was T. But then they took the syringe and passed it around. Each person stuck it in their arm and pulled back a little. Now I understood what they meant by making him a brother. I saw Austin crying and I suddenly blurted out, "stop. This isn't right. Take the gag off." "Man we gonna do what we want. We own him right now." "I know, but trust me this isn't how you should do this. Take the gag off." They did. Austin goes, "thank you daddy." "Don't thank me son. You've been very bad. These men actually want you to be a part of them and this is how you act? Dont you think after what has gone on with you that you should be happy someone actually has any interest still in you? Now I think you owe these men an apology." "But Dad." "No, apology and ask them if they forgive you enough to still make you one of their brothers." Silence. Then suddenly, "Sorry guys. I know this might be a little too late but I am sorry. This is all new to me and I am scared. But I would like to be one of your brothers." "Alright, we will see if you truly are sorry. Take off all the restraints." They then proceeded to shoot him up with the blood mixed T. It wasn't long after and he too started begging them to use him like guys were Duke. I talked with the one guy while his buddies were tag teaming my son's hole. I asked about their status. He confirmed they all had high viral loads and agreed to not take meds. They get off on converting guys and found this method to be quite successful at getting guys to unleash their inner pig. I heard a knock on the door and a saying "time is up". "But we just got started." "Well the party is wrapping up here so I will need the goods back." The guy looked at me with a grin. "How would you feel if we took him back home with us for a bit? We can give you our number and address and $250 to keep him for the night/day. " "Make it $500 plus 10% commission on whoever u also sell him too." "Deal." We exchanged numbers and the guy text me the address to where my son would be going. I looked at Austin and sorta felt sad cause he was just laying there literally having no idea what was going on. I am sure when he broke out of the high he would truly realize his life was never going to be the same. With that I got out of the van and said Austin was going to go with them for now so we need not worry about him. We proceeded inside. Once inside is when I realized that Duke had taken over 100 loads. He looked completely exhausted and was sitting in a chair. As I approached he quickly got on his knees. I told him go get his stuff and get dressed. That's when I realized he had a giant size butt plug in him. My owner came out. "Hey where's he going?" "You said the party was done so I was telling him to get dressed." "Oh we arent' done with him he earned a trophy tonight for joining the 100+ load club." "A trophy?" "Yeah, Duke come here and lay down." In walked my friends to give him a tattoo. "Ok right here put the trophy with 100+ written on it and in the stand of the trophy write cum loads." My owner and I went to do the final calculations from all the money that was earned off Duke and Austin. We had taken in $6500... He kept $1300 and gave me $5200. We then went back to Duke and he was almost done. He looked so sad. We then proceeded to leave the shop and head home. Let me know if you think I should continue.

As much as I love taking loads in my arse and feeling the cum up there mixing with loads others have dumped and later having it felched or dribbling out, at the end of the day I'm just a cum junkie and happy to have a guys load in my mouth or over my face too!

Interesting take on this. I see where you are coming from and it is a bit more like how I was fantasizing about it.

Your request is a little ambiguous in terms of whether you’re looking for a lube with a taste that masks, a taste that complements, or a taste that doesn’t taste at all. For a lube that is unlikely to make what you’re tonguing taste like something else, you might try coconut oil. It’s solid until it reaches body temperature, then liquifies nicely; isn’t as greasy or dense as Crisco; and has no distinct taste or smell - not even like coconut. It’s also completely organic, very cheap, and available at your local grocery. I actually prepare my own blend of coconut oil and Crisco and use it exclusively.

For me, there is no fantasy about becoming pregnant like a woman at all with all that goes with it such as a swelling belly and breasts growing with milk, etc. It is a bit perplexing for me to do so or have those thoughts as I'm a man and am attracted to men and all that a man's body is and provides. Why would I want to have any female element involved when I'm 100% homosexual? My fantasy or take on pregnancy is different. I love the idea of getting "pregnant" by taking a man's seed and his DNA which I like to think is absorbed into me forever. He owns me. His seed can transform me as well. That goes one step further should his seed be poz. It is a bonding of men through seed that is at issue here that is fantasy grounded in reality via semen transfer. It get's me beyond hot thinking about this.

Dad’s Pool Party Chapter Four Dad moved out the way and Big John took his place. He grabbed my ankles. Dad kneeled beside me, kissing me. “You did good son” Dad said, “The other men want their turns” I felt Big John’s cock push into my hole, hard and fast. He pulled my legs far apart. I felt his balls hit my ass. He didn’t wait, he started thrusting in and out of my hole. “What does toxic loads mean, Dad” I asked. “You will learn that later” Dad replied, “Just enjoy the rides” Big John was thrusting hard and steady. I watch Dad moved over and bend over a chair. A man got behind him and pushed his cock deep in Dad’s hairy asshole. I watched the man grab Dad’s hips and start fucking him. It was so fucking hot. “Fuck my ass” Dad said, “I want my son to eat your fucking seed out of my ass” “Fuck yeah” the man replied. I grabbed my cock, but someone pushed my hand away. “You don’t cum unless you shoot while being fucked” Big John was kissing Don as his cock fucked my hole. I moaned over and over. I was in cock lust. I wanted more in my hole and my mouth. As Don broke his kiss with Big John he said to me looking in my eyes: “He’s fucking your hole after it was up my fuck hole, coating it with an invisible invader” I didn’t know what he meant. Big John was dripping sweat. “Get ready boy, here comes my load” He slammed his cock into me and shot his load deep inside me. As he pulled out, I felt some dribble out. Don moved to take his place. He pulled the cum up to my hole with his cock head. He pushed it back in, driving in balls deep. “Can’t loose any of that seed boy” he said, “It’s important we mix the toxins” He didn’t wait he started to fuck me hard and deep. Looking around I could see men fucking and sucking each other. Dad was still getting fucked next to me, as a man kneeled in front of him sucking his hardened cock. He was watching me take Don’s fat Italian cock deep in me. He had an evil grin on his face. It scared me a little. Don put my feet on his chest and leaned forward. he bent me almost in half. I felt my ass open wider and my hole loosen. His sweat was dripping down in my face. “Open that mouth” he said. I opened wide, allowing his sweat to fall in my mouth. It was salty. Suddenly, he spat in my mouth, a big wad of spit. “Swallow it” I did. “He learns to drink from the tap tonight guys” Dad yelled. Don locked his hands around my neck and lifted me off the lounge chair. I was bouncing on his huge cock as he carried me around. I felt men run their fingers in my crack feeling Don’s cock slide in and out. “Get him a couple shots” Don said. I was given the small plastic cup again and drank down the clear liquid, not once but twice. I felt the warmth and soon was feeling the effects. “Jack, I am ready to release the tap” someone said. Don put me down and pulled out. I saw his olive colored cock coated with red thick slime. Dad quickly came over and push me to my knees. Don got behind me and shoved his cock back in. “Take that big acorn head in your mouth. Don’t suck, don’t move just hold still and swallow” Dad said. I opened and allowed the head to slide in. I wrapped my lips around it and waited. Soon a hot liquid began to flow. It filled my mouth and I swallowed. In my mind, I was thinking I am drinking this man’s piss. I just kept swallowing and swallowing. My stomach was filling up, mixing the piss with the clear liquor I was shooting. “Good boy” Dad said, rubbing my stomach. Don started to move his cock in and out of my hole, slowly but steady as this man pissed down my throat. Once the man was done, Dad locked his lips over mine and stuck is tongue in. We kissed like that for a while. Then Dad pulled away and said: “Tasting a man’s piss in my boy’s mouth” There was cheers again for the rest of the men. “Let’s move this into the basement and really get the party going” Don pulled out and Dad picked me up. Everyone went in and we went down to the basement. I didn’t know that Dad had moved the sofa out of the room and put up a hanging leather thing as well as what looked like padded and covered saw horses. Little brown bottles were everywhere. Dad grabbed the remote and started a movie. On the screen popped a group of men, all fucking and sucking. Don grabbed me from my Dad and put me in the leather hanging thing. “Welcome to your Dad’s sling” he said, putting my feet in the straps. Once secured, he rammed his cock into my hole. I yelped. “Popper this hot fuck toy up!” he said. A brown bottle was put in my face and I grabbed it, took the cap off and huffed deep, holding each huff in as Don fucked me hard and deep. Men were fucking and sucking all around me. Dad was on the saw horse with a cock deep in his ass and his throat. Both men were thrusting in and out. “Your Dad is getting spit roasted” Don said. “Looks hot” “After I cum up your ass, infecting your with my toxic seed, I’m going to pull out and you are going to clean my spent cock as someone slides deep in your hole” I moaned. His thrusted got quicker and harder. He was panting loudly, as his tightening ball sac slapped my ass. “Fuck man, someone’s about to get bred” a voice said. Don pushed in deep and lifted my ass up. His cum shot felt violent inside my hole. He slowly pulled out and another cock quickly slid in me. Don moved around and put his cock near my mouth. It was coated with pink thick liquid. “Taste those deadly loads and your ass juice” he ordered. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and he pushed in. I licked all around his cock as it drove deep into my throat. The cum was bitter, salty and tasted a little like blood. The man was fucking my hole hard. I huffed more from the brown bottle and enjoyed the pounding. My cock was leaking and the clear liquid was pooling on my lower stomach. One of Dad’s buddies walk towards me. He was tall, bald and had a devilish goatee. Both is arms were covered with tattoos; black, white and grey tattoos like a sleeve of a shirt. His chest had one tattoo. A scorpion with a small red plus sign in its stinger. His cock was thick, veiny and rock hard, very similar to my Dad’s.. His nipples each had a little silver ring through them, while hiss cock had a thick ring going into his piss slit and coming out, well at this point I did not know. He scared me a lot. “Boy, I’m going to slide this deadly weapon up that used hole after he’s done” I moaned from the dick sliding in and out of my hole. “I’m going to open your hole” he said, “hard!” and walked a short distance away. “Fuck,” the man with his big man cock up my hole said, “I’m going to watch that. Don’t be too scared boy, that’s Axel, but wall all call him Lucifer. He calls himself ‘The Prince of Death.” His seed is so toxic that when it takes hold of someone, they are referred to as ‘The Defiled.’” My fear grew inside my mind, but my cock was telling a different story. I was leaking more and more. Axel come back over and lick up the puddle off Amy stomach. His tongue grazed my cock head as he did, causing more to come out. The man’s cock up my ass was thickening up and getting harder. His thrusting sped up and he grabbed his nipples and started to twisted them. He began to breathe harder and faster as his body tensed up. He suddenly yelled out: “I’m fucking coming up this neg hole,” I squeezed my hole around his cock. “Of my fucking God” he screamed, “here it comes” His load shot out of his cock and filled me, adding to the loads already in me. “Bring me your cock so I can clean” I told him. He pulled out and Axel stepped up in between my legs.

Hot topic and as a total CumDump Mpreg is hot to think about, but I never actually did until a recent bathhouse visit last month out of town on a dull Tuesday night. I was naked on a fuckbench, in the corner of the darkroom, only a few guys around. I had been already bred twice. I was thinking about leaving and then a very tall, young black guy, thin but kind of muscular came up to me. Went to my head and no words, just undid his towel and pushed his flaccid long thick uncut cock in my face. I immediately put his cock in my mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked. His cock tasted soapy clean. He was getting very hard, rocking back and forth his eyes closed, rubbing his one hand on my bare shoulders and back, sometimes leaning over far enough to put his fingers in my cummy hole. I sucked him for a very long time. Then pulls his hard cock out of my mouth, it’s sticking straight out, rock hard. He leans to my ear and says, “if I fuck and cum in you will you carry my babies?” I just say, “yes sir.” He says, “you sure? If I fuck you, I want you to carry my babies out of this place and home with you, I want them still inside you tomorrow morning, no pushing them out or other guys eating you. I’m going to make you pregnant and I expect it.” I just say “yes sir.” He stuck his cock back I’m my mouth, I sucked more then he moved behind me and stuck his hard cock in me. He fucked for a while hard, then slow, then hard. When he got close he was rough and hard and was talking about making me pregnant. Finally he blew his babies inside me. He held his cock in me for awhile, then pulled out and put his towel right back around his waist. Came up to my head, rubbed my back and said, “take care of my babies, their all yours now.” Then he left. It was incredibly hot! I kept my promise.

This is an interesting point - among those who think of themselves as ‘pigs’, how many would actually be willing (or eager) to walk around in public wearing attire that labels them as such? I’ve never, to be honest, understood why some men would choose to put on a T-shirt with a not-so-dubtle lewd sexual reference to his penis and walk down the public street. Wearing suggestive articles at a venue is altogether different, though I don’t really do it myself - being naked is about as suggestive as I get. (I’m not subtle about these things.)

I would love to bottom with ATL Cum Dump.. watch his hot ass take loads ass I'm being fed loads

Last August at the nude beach. Was there with a few friends, and sometime during the day we saw a handsome furry guy sucking someone off. Then one of my friends met him a bit later, and when it was just me and him left of the group, we moved closer to where mr.hairy was. Then we decided to go behind some big rocks, and me and my friend both fucked the guy, and a guy was looking at us, so I waved him over, and started sucking him off while fucking the hairy guy It was very hot!

I went to 440 Natoma in San Francisco about mid 2016. I'd decided to fuck raw only after years of condoms. It was one of their Dark Party nights- so busy as. I was in one of the rooms with a fuck bench and I overheard two guys talking - about their need to leave to go to another party and deciding they needed to cum before they left - one of the guys then turned to me and said "Get on the bench" - and he plowed into my well lubed hole. In about 30 seconds he leaned over and said "here's my toxic load, faggot" and fired right into me. As he pulled out he told his friend that he'd dropped a load into this guy here - and with me still being on the fuck bench his buddy slipped in too - and in another minute I had load number 2. Not exactly stealth but my first 2 raw loads ever in the space of 5 minutes. I stayed another few hours and took more raw cock and loads from another bunch of guys. Happy days 🙂

8. Shotgun Doesn't Count "Spunk-coated velvet." "First time here, boy?" the other man asked. "Yeah," I said. "I go to college with Seth." "You're a senior?" "No," I said. "Freshman." It was weird to have such a casual conversation with Sarge's cock still in my ass. But the men were so casual. "Nice. A freshman," he said. "I knew you'd like him, Doug," Sarge said. "And he'll love what you have." "You know how I like to share," Doug said. He still had the boy nestled between his legs, his lips stretched around Doug's cock. It wasn't massive, but neither was it small. It was more than enough to fuck me. I bottomed out on Sarge's cock. It was surprisingly hard for a man who had just cum. My head cleared for a moment, and I looked over Doug again. He was older, but still quite muscular. He had brown hair that was already flecked with grey. There was an impressively flat stomach, with the familiar "99" inked above his navel, and the biohazard tattoo below it. My ass twitched. "I think he wants your dick," Sarge said. "His ass is twitching." I was still staring at Doug and the boy sucking him off. It seemed so natural to be doing it, even having people watch you. I wasn't even sure if I would mind someone taking pictures or a video. I almost wanted to show off. I was letting all these hot men fuck me. I was proud of my conquests. Doug turned to the boy between his legs. "I think Kenta deserves this load, Clint," he said. Clint pulled off of Doug's cock. "I think you can make him very happy," he said. He turned to me. "Doug's got a gift for fucking." "And at the end, a very special gift for Kenta," Doug said. Cal stood up. He was wearing a small black jockstrap, with soccer shoes and shin guards. "Take care of him," he said to me, as he walked away. "I'm sure you will," Sarge said. He lifted me up off his cock. He made sure that none of his cum dripped out, but I still felt empty after he had pulled out. "He's all yours," Sarge said, as I stood up. He pushed me towards Doug. I stumbled towards the older man, almost falling on his lap. "Careful there," Doug said, and guided me back down to where Clint had been kneeling. In front of me was his erect cock, still wet with Clint's spit. "Why don't you lick off Clint's spit. Lubricate it with your own fluid." I leaned in and kissed the tip. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum there, slightly bitter and salty. I licked it up, wishing that there was more. "Ahh, yeah," Doug moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. "Take it all, boy," he said, and forced me down on his cock. He pushed it all in. It slid right past my tonsils and into my throat. "Mmmmmmph," I grunted, as I struggled not to gag on his shaft. "That's it," he said. He was strong. I tried to raise my head just enough to get some relief from his throat fucking, but I was no match for him. "It's ok. I love it when you choke on it." He held a bottle under my nose. I inhaled as best I could; with his cock buried deep in my throat, it was hard to breathe. I was quickly thankful for the poppers' help. I felt my throat relax, and then my panic disappeared. I didn't even mind when another inch of Doug's cock slid into me. It was just a crazy dream, and the effects on my body were strangely distant. "That's it boy. It's your cock. Embrace your slut." The poppers were back under my nose. This time I was a greedy pig, and huffed deep. "The more, the better," Doug said. "It's only going to help." On his advice, I took another hit. After my lungs were full, he took the bottle, and held it under his nose. He inhaled almost as long as I did, and then held it. I was on my knees and my head was spinning. I wanted his dick, but when I leaned in to suck on it, he held my head back. "Wait," he said. He put away the poppers, then stood up from the couch. His dick was now exactly level with my mouth. "Now," he said. "Suck it." I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the entire length of Doug's stiff shaft. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. "It's ok," Doug said. "Boys like you gag a lot. As I said. I don't mind." He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his shaft. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. "Relax," he whispered softly. "Relax." Yet, he still held me down, forcing his cock into my throat. It was rough and intense, and despite my struggles, I was secretly glad he was holding me down. I wanted to be used by these men, even if it was occasionally intense or difficult. "Relax," he repeated. "You're doing great." "Mmmmmph," I groaned. He pulled his dick out, but it was barely enough to clear my tonsils. At least I could breathe again, and I tried my best to inhale fresh air. But Doug knew what he was doing, and as I inhaled, he had the poppers under my nose. I didn't care. The drugs would help me relax. "That's it. Breathe the poppers. Then breathe my dick." I kept on inhaling. Of course, this time, the poppers didn't seem to make any difference. I was still on my knees, and Doug's cock was still tickling the back of my throat. "Almost there," Doug said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. I continued to inhale, hungry for the mind-numbing effects of the poppers. Finally, he took the bottle, and did a hit himself. He grabbed my head with both hands, and rammed his dick all the way down my throat. It was at that moment that the poppers took effect. The experience shifted. It wasn't a brutal throat-rape any longer. Instead, it was how a cocksucker pleased a man. If Doug wanted it, I was going to let him have it. "Oh yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. "Fucking warm throat." He was thrusting his hips back and forth. I did my best not to gag, and forced myself to keep my mouth open. The last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally bite his glorious manhood. "Is your hole this good?" he asked. I nodded as best I could, and he acknowledged it by pushing his dick all the way down my throat, and holding it. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. I wanted to breathe, but Doug's pleasure was far more important. The only thing I could think about was making him happy. At least he had the presence to hold my head down, making sure I wouldn't pull off in a fit of self-centeredness. "Not going to breed him?" a voice behind me said. I tried to turn to see who was speaking, but Doug held me in place. "We're getting to that," Doug said. "Plenty of time for everything tonight." "Hate to see that load go to waste. Plenty of boys hungry for your gift," the man continued. "Not an issue," Doug said. He pushed his cock back in my throat, and held it. The poppers had done their work, and his shaft slid smoothly into the depth of my throat. It was uncomfortable and I was scared he was going to choke me, but I was loving how it felt to deep-throat a real man. It took a while, but I finally did start to gag. I could barely breathe, and Doug's cock was thick and hard. Doug noticed, and released his grip on my head. I pulled off, and coughed. "Let's get you fucked up?" Doug said. "Please," I said. Doug sat back down on the couch, just like he had been when the other boy had fucked him. "Get on, boy," he said, pointing at his cock. It was sticking straight up. It was glistening with my spit. "Hope you got it lubed up," Doug continued. "Because that's all you're going to get." I just stared at his perfection. He had the perfect amount of fur across his chest. It was flecked with just enough grey to show his experience, and it was spread across his hard muscles. His dick was stiff and hard, like a man's cock should be. He was so much of what I was not, I could help but want to be his. "Please," I finally whispered. In the background, the music was still playing. All around me, there were muffled grunts of agony as a boy got himself fucked deep, and loud moans of pleasure, as a daddy got his penis pleasured. Despite Doug's soft-spoken nature, I still heard him over the ambient sex-sounds. "Get on boy." I climbed back on to the sofa, straddling his legs, and bending down to feel his cockhead against my hole. He was a man. He didn't have to do anything other than have a cock. It was my job to take it, and I wouldn't ask him to sacrifice anything for my protection. "Please," I whispered again, swaying back and forth, up and down against his dick. "Do it boy," he said. "Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my dick." I reached down and held his dick still. It was impressively stiff; it would be easy for it to penetrate me. I rubbed it against my hole for a few seconds, just enough to open me back up, and for a bit of the semen in my hole to drip out and coat his dick. It felt good, but only reminded me how empty I was. I lined up his dick and lowered my ass. His dick pressed against my hole. I opened up readily, letting his dickhead, and then his shaft into already well-used ass. "Oh yeah, boy," Doug said. "Come on. Let me in." Another few inches disappeared into my hole. "Don't be ashamed. It's ok to be cock-hungry." I stopped trying to pace it, and just sat on his dick. His balls pressed against my hole, and his dickhead was deep inside of me. "Fuck," he grunted. "You've got so much cum up there." "Please," I grunted. I could only think about his dick inside me, and how badly I wanted his load. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Hell yeah," Doug said. He grabbed my hips. His hands were warm and strong. He held me in place as he stroked his dick in and out of me. I could feel something slide back and forth inside of me, squishing around Doug's engorged dickhead. "Feel that?" Doug asked. I nodded. "That's sperm. In your guts. It's so fucking hot, isn't it?" I nodded again. "Let's add some more to your collection, huh?" I nodded once more. The only thing that mattered was fucking myself on his cock. "Hungry, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Let's get you properly fucked up," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply. In just the past few hours, so many boundaries had been broken, and so many limits had been exceeded. I had let strangers fuck me raw. I had smoked crystal meth. Doing some poppers seemed like such a small thing. He held the bottle under my other nostril, and I took another hit. "That's it boy. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it?" I nodded once more. I was so turned on; there was no way to fully describe it. The poppers only re-enforced how wonderful these experiences were. "You want more?" Doug asked. His dick was deep in my hole, and my head was lost in the clouds. I couldn't imagine what more would mean. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement. "Please," I moaned. "I need it." I reached down to play with my dick. It was still soft and small. "Go ahead," Doug said. "It's your boy clit. Rub it. Make it feel good." He reached over to one side, and grabbed a glass pipe. "This is also going to make you feel good." He stuck the pipe in his mouth, and heated up the bowl. He puffed slowly but intently. He caught my eye, and winked. He was going to force his hit on me, no matter that he was more than twice my size. He grabbed my head, and pulled me against his lips. I opened my mouth, and let him exhale the thick cloud into me. "Hold it," he said, putting his hand over my mouth and nose. It was big enough that it almost covered my entire face. Between deep-throating him and now the crystal, my lungs were being pushed to their limit. Nevertheless, his dick was twitching in my hole, and that was all that mattered. "Now," he finally said and pulled his hand off my face. The cloud was huge, and my head was spinning. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to rape me. What I wanted hardly mattered; it was only his manhood that mattered. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Fuck you up. Fuck you over. Fuck you down," Doug said. "That's how I roll." He held the torch under the bowl. "Two more for you, don't you think?" I hesitated for a moment. I barely wanted one more, much less two. I couldn't control what I was doing, and more drugs would only make it worse. "Yeah," Doug said. "You're right. Let's do three." Before I could say anything, he shoved the pipe in my mouth. "Good hit for me," he said. I inhaled, tasting the familiar chemical tang. Now, it actually turned me on; I associated it with pleasure. "Don't stop. I can feel how much your asshole loves it." I inhaled and inhaled, before finally, he pulled the pipe away. "Hold it," he said, and started to suck on the pipe himself. He took a long drag, savoring the chemicals. In my guts, I felt his dick leak. His fluids were inside me, and it only made me want his seed even worse. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. As soon as my lungs were empty, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and exhaled his potent hit. "This doesn't count," he said, just as my lungs filled up. "Shotguns never count," a voice behind me said. This time, Doug let me turn around and see who it was. It was another older man, this time, wearing a pair of low-slung fireman's pants. They were held up by thick yellow leather suspenders, which was good, because the zipper was wide open. The Fireman's cock hung out; he had a long uncut cock. He was semi-soft, and the foreskin completely covered his dickhead. "That's right," Doug said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. "Second one. One more to go." I nodded, and inhaled. I was struggling under the drug fog. I couldn't help but stare at the Fireman's cock, wondering what it would feel like inside me. "Now," Doug said. I exhaled one a thick cloud. "Where's there's smoke, there's fire," the Fireman said. Doug laughed. "This one is going to be amazing," Doug said, and put the pipe back in my mouth. I didn't think I could get any more tweaked, and yet, he was forcing this hit on me. "Do it," Doug said. It had a firm assertiveness that made my hole twitch. I wanted him even more for how aggressive he was becoming. I kept on inhaling, and my lungs filled up. Finally, Doug pulled the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it," he said, and then stuck the smoking pipe into his mouth. He took a long draw, then another, before handing the pipe and torch to the Fireman. "Hold it," he said. Next to me, the Fireman lit the torch, heated the pipe, and took a hit. Doug had his eyes locked on me, reminding me that he was in control. He chose when I would breathe, and he hadn't given me permission for that most fundamental act of life. I held it, as Doug held his hit, and the Fireman continued to inhale. Doug caught the Fireman's eyes. "Shotguns don't count," he said, as he exhaled. "Right?" he asked the Fireman. The Fireman just nodded. Doug looked at me. "Right?" he asked. I nodded as well. "Good. You can exhale." I gasped, almost coughing as the thick cloud escaped from my lips. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said, and pressed his lips against mine. He had rough stubble for a mustache, and it scratched me slightly. He filled my lung with another hit. "Oh fuck," Doug started to moan. He had a bottle of poppers under his nose, and was huffing them. "Oh fuck," he moaned again, and screwed the top on the brown bottle. "Oh FUCK," he grunted, and slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking slutty, cummy hole," he moaned. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said. He had stepped back, to see the two of us joined by Doug's dick. He was stroking his cock. "Lube that hole up for me."

I have heard the same from industry people. Evidently occasionally needs chased down. Lol. He is absolutely beautiful. I wish they would bring back Cory Koons too.

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.