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Had talked to this guy multiple times about coming over and getting fucked in his sling by himself and his housemates. Saturday it happened. I walked out with 4 loads in my ass and two down my throat.

As Trevor blew out a third huge cloud of white chem smoke Daddy Mason stroked his monster black dick, slapping it loudly against his new pig's cheeks, coating them with precum. He laughed darkly as he heard Trevor's moans of need. “You like that big black dick smacking your face boi? Does it feel good slut?” “Yes, oh fuck yes Sir it feels so good!” Trevor answered. “It's gonna feel even fucking better inside your hungry white pig cunt boi!”, Daddy Mason told him. “I know Sir. I can't wait. Please Daddy Mason, please fuck me with your fat hard cock. Fucking wreck my hole!” “Don't you worry slut, Daddy Mason is going to wreck your hole like it needs to be wrecked. In the nastiest way possible!” Trevor and I both moaned hungrily at the same time when we heard this. Trevor moaned in partyed-up pig hunger for the black cock he'd been worshipping and lusting for. I moaned because I knew exactly what Daddy Mason meant and was so turned on knowing what was just ahead for Trevor. My moans were also brought on as I felt Leather Daddy's unholy totally toxic dick start to ram harder and deeper into my welcoming open boi hole. “Oh gawd yes, Daddy! Please fuck me Sir! Fuck your son's cock addicted pussy and knock me up with your dirty Daddy seed! I need your cum in me Daddy!” I pleaded in dark need, not trying to keep my voice low so Trevor didn't hear me call Leather Daddy's seed dirty. He was so fucked up from all the drugs and so focused on Daddy Mason that nothing was going to penetrate his mind. But very soon he was going to be penetrated with the extremely toxic cock and cum from his black Master. Daddy Mason reached toward Trevor and grabbed his left nipple in a powerful grip catching the boy offguard and making him scream out in pain. “Oh fuckkkkkkkk Sir! Oh damn it hurts Daddy Mason!” he wailed. Daddy Mason spit into the sweat drenched face of his white pussy boy making Trevor go totally silent in surprise. “If Daddy Mason wants it to hurt then he'll make it hurt. If you really want to be my special pig slut you won't say a fucking word. You got that you white whore?! You said NOTHING could make you not wanna serve me. You best be proving you mean what you say boy or I'll find me a real cock whore to be my special fuck boy!” “No, Daddy Mason. Please Sir! Make me your special fuck boy. Make me yours to use and do whatever you want.” Trevor's voice was trembling with fear of being rejected as his Master's pig slave. “I mean it Daddy Mason! Nothing, nothing will ever make me not want to be yours always! Please let me prove it to you. Please!” Daddy Mason grinned darkly and leaned forward toward the sexy cock addicted bottom slut in front of him. Moving his hand from Trevor's abused nipple to the back of his neck he pulled Trevor's face to his and covered the boy's mouth with his thick dark lips shoving his tongue roughly into Trevor's panting mouth. They swapped spit and moaned into each other for almost 2 minutes before the ebony god broke the kiss. He looked into Trevor's black dilated eyes. “That's the attitude your Daddy wants from his special fuck boy. And I'm going to give you a chance now baby boy to convince your Daddy Mason you are sincere” He shoved Trevor back a bit making him have to catch himself with his arms. Daddy Mason stood up from the chair, his muscled awesome naked black body towering above Trevor on the floor. “You know boy, the whole time I've been here and having you service me, it's all been face to face. You haven't seen me from behind. My ass, my back, my shoulders – you ain't see n none of it. You need to see ALL of your Master.” Saying that Daddy Mason slowly turned 180 degrees until his solid-as-marble muscled ass and full back was just inches in front of Trevor's lusting eyes. “Look at me boy,” he said over his shoulder. “Let your eyes look at your Sir's hot powerful ass, up to the muscles rippling across my back, and up to my thick wide shoulders and neck. Look good boy. Make sure you see all of me.” I moved my eyes up the same magnificent trail that Daddy Mason instructed Trevor to do and just as my gaze settled on his broad shoulders, I heard Trevor whisper hoarsely, “Oh fuckkkk!”, as I felt my pulse quicken with lust and darkness. Right between Daddy Mason's ripped muscled shoulder blades was a deep-red biohazard tattoo!!

Made it to Slammer Club in LA for the first time in a while. grabbed a locker, stripped down to my favorite cummy black jock strap and made a beeline for the small dark fuck room. It was pretty crowded and I had to wait a few minutes for one of the two fuck benches at the back of the room to open up. You could here those awesome sounds of sex in the dark...clothes rustling, zippers, that squishy sound when a cock enters a lubed hole or a mouth slobbers on a rod. Finally grabbed my spot on the fuck bench, pre-lubed and waited. Didn't take but a minute or two before I felt hands on my ass and fingers testing my hole. I didn't look back, just moaned ever so slightly and pushed back. I had that amazing moment for a bottom when the first cock of the night, a nice fat one, began to breech my hole and inexorably begin to travel down my fuck chute. Cock one came after about 5 minutes, quickly replaced by cock two and then cock three. The room started to thin out a bit, so I took a break and headed to the elevated glory hole catwalk to suck dick. After several nice ones, it was time to check out the fuck bench again. Love this cycle of having my ass and then mouth used. I never tire of it. Was there about 3 hours and my hole is still puffy this morning as I write this.

Last night. I met my boy, Drew in a bar. He looked so fukkin sexy. He showed up wearing gray sweats, buckskin timberland boots and a vest. got an instant hardon. We had a couple of beers, I had my hand down the back of his sweats, fingering his beautiful asshole while he was cupping my balls. We didn't care who was looking. I took him home, stripped him naked and sank my aching cock deep inside him. We fucked hard till I shot my load into him. What a fukkin release. One of the most powerful orgasm's I've ever had. I fuck Drew most days but I still can't get enough of him.

Whore 10 – A Continuation Fingers that had just invaded my cunt were placed at my lips. "How’s that taste, whore? Fucking chemmed up cunt juices...” With my heart racing faster than ever, I grabbed his wrist and shoved those long digits into my mouth. “Fuck, yes!” I groaned, fingers filling my mouth. “Tastes so good!” and I fell to my knees in front of this God. Looking down at me, he said one word, “Boots.” Immedidately, I worked my tongue on the leather. From one to the other I moved in lustful hunger up the shafts of the size 14 boots while caressing his strong powerful thighs encased in the subtle calfskin. Grabbing the back of my neck, he yanked me up to his crotch. I stared open-mouthed at the drooling pierced cock he held in his open palm. I moaned and moved to take it... “Uh, uh..” he chided me and lowered his sac into my mouth. “Work on my nuts, whore.” I nodded and ran the tip of my tongue over the bloated sac of cum and began to lap, covering them in my spit. HIs thick shaft now released from his grip, it fell on my face and I began to whimper at the sweaty musk filling my nostrils while my tongue swirled around the low-hanging sac. I needed this cock! My mouth moved to his cock and started sucking like a madman. Not only did I hunger for his cock, I wanted to service this man. “That’s it, cocksucker... how’s it feel to be fucking paid in T?” he said. Staring up into his eyes from the dungeon floor, I took his cock to the root and held it in a show of acceptance of my role in this transaction. The combo of roids and the doses of chems I had been subjected to since I arrived created an aching desire deep in me. I was prepared to do anything to continue feeding the hunger in my cunt. “Fucking tight throat,” Eric growled, feeling it constrict around his shaft. Pulling back, his cock head remained on my tongue before forcefully shoving himself down again and again. Then, pushing me off his cock, Eric grabbed my leash off the wall, clipped it to my septum ring and led me to the St. Andrews cross and secured me with my back facing out. Taking one step to the rear, Eric stroked my back with the strips of a leather flogger as he slipped another shard into me. “Fuck....” I moaned, feeling the strips moving up and down my tatted back while my cunt burned. Without warning, he took a few steps back and flung the leather strips against my back. “AHHHHHHH!” I screamed, writhing from the searing white-hot pain. “Relax, whore... concentrate on your cunt.... feel the chems rushing into you.” he said, striking me again. “Fuck!” I grunted, trying to hold it in, tears falling from my face. Another strike.... “Breathe, dammit!” Willing myself to breathe, I focused on the sensations emanating from my cunt. Little by little, I began to calm and the hunger in my cunt came to the forefront, even as the onslaught of the flogging continued. “Shit yes! Please!” I begged, surprising even myself... pain had turned to pleasure. “Now you have it...” he said, his hand now at my cunt lips. “Focus on your cunt.” Fingering my cunt, his slid a finger past my cunt lips into me. Another finger entered and the pair began to slip in and out, caressing the throbbing inner walls. Shit... even his fingers were thick... “Hungry?” he asked, his middle finger pressing on my prostate, intensifying the aching burn as he stretched me. “Yes...” I whimpered, grasping his fingers with my cunt. “I didn’t hear you, whore.” he said, now thumping my prostate. “OH GOD YES! FUCK ME!” I begged. Pulling his fingers out, Eric spread my ass cheeks and examined my now slick gaping cunt. “Fucking nice cunt... Can’t wait for the final results...” he grinned, stroking his leaking cock as he teased my puffy cunt lips. Without a warning, Eric grunted and slowly started to slide the thick cock into my cunt. Gripping my pecs with one hand and his cock with the other, Eric plunged forward and my cunt swallowed him. “OH MAN!” I growled, feeling his PA hit my prostate and scrape the walls of my cunt. “I want you to remember the first time you took my cock.” he growled in my ear, and began to violently fuck me. “Cock!” I moaned, feeling my cunt burning and aching for his shaft. “Fucking show me how much you need it!” he said, grabbing my neck with his teeth and taking a hard bite. “Please!” I whimpered, “I’ll do anything... anything.” Eric’s fucking continued... my cunt lips sucking at his cock with every withdrawal. “Yeah, anything...” he mocked me, “Anything I want...” The pace picking up, his thrusts rapidly increased in intensity. All I could concentrate on was the cock now thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Grabbing me by the collar, he turned and pulled my mouth to his... his tongue thrusting to the rhythm of his plunging cock. “Harder!” I begged. Fucking me harder and deeper, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against each other filled the dungeon. As each thrust came quicker, rivulets of my cunt juices ran down my thighs and I started to push back against Eric’s hips. My head fell back and my eyes rolled up at the deep, hard thrust that hit my prostate. I clenched down hard to keep it inside my hungry cunt. Feeling my cunt milking him, Eric moaned and sped up the fucking as his balls drew up. “Shit, yeah!” Eric groaned, his thrusts now shortening... “Here is comes, whore... gonna feed that cunt.” With one last brutal shove, he pushed his cock to the hilt and shuddered, releasing a torrent of hot cum. Pulling out his now spent cock, Eric let out a sigh, watching the mixture of my cunt juices and his cum leaking out of me. Slapping my ass cheeks, “MMMM...Fucking puffed out cunt.” Eric moaned and walked to the dungeon door and opened it while I took in what had just happened. “Get in here...” he yelled at cunt. Cautiously, cunt approached me... seeing the red marks on my back from the flogging I received. He raised his hand to my back, unsure how I would react and gently traced one of the lashes along my lat. Seeing that I didn’t flinch, he leaned in and slid his tongue along it as he reached up to release my restrained wrists. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, feeling the slick tongue cooling my hot skin. He quickly dropped and released my ankles then turned to Eric. Snaping his finger, Eric motioned downs and cunt crawled to meet Eric’s slimed cock, taking it into his open mouth. “Cuntmouth...” I growled and fell to knees and crawled next to cunt... wanting to take the remnants of Eric’s cock into me. Eric stood looking down at me... my eyes pleading for more. Shaking his head in disgust, he grabbed cunt’s smooth skull and shoved his cock in to the root. I fell back on my haunches, dejected, and watched cunt enjoying the taste of my cunt juices and Eric’s cum. “Get the fuck over here, whore.” Eric snapped, pushing cunt off his now cleaned cock. “I gotta piss.” Before cunt could react, I scrambled to Eric and took in his hefty cock. The hot acrid yellow piss filled my mouth and I gulped it down enthusiastically as I locked eyes with cunt. “Fucking urinal now,” cunt growled with a jealous rage, watching me gulp it all down. Slipping his cock out of my mouth, Eric held my chin up and stared deeply into my heavy dilated eyes then looked at cunt. “Hmmmffff.” he grunted and smiled... “Yep...” Releasing me, he went to gather his gear bag and reached in to pull out another clear bag of crystal, albeit smaller than the first, and tossed it in front of me. Quickly, cunt went for it. “Don’t even fucking think about it!” Eric snapped, “That’s for whore.” Keeping my eyes on Eric, I took the bag and held it tight. Then remembering what I had seen earlier, I opened my jock pouch and dropped it against my caged cock and sac. “Yeppp...” he repeated and walked to the door and stood there. “Tell your Daddy to give me a call when you need a refresh.” he said directly to cunt. Turning to me, he smirked, “Consider that a tip... There’s more where that came from.” I heard the door slam shut and turned to a dejected cunt. His gaze was directed at my sac which contained meth designated for me. Knowing his addiction, I turned and presented my cunt to him... This stash was mine and I wasn’t about to share it with him. “Feed...” He crawled to me and I arched... His hands gripped my ass cheeks, admiring the swirling tats against my pale skin and I felt the gentle lapping of his tongue against my cunt lips. “Fucking beautiful tatted ass...” he mumbled and began to feast on the fusion of cum and cunt juices leaking out of me. Feeling his stiff tongue digging in, I held my breath and exerted pressure on my cunt until I felt my slick rosebud slide out for the first time... “Fuck!” I groaned, feeling my cunt lips gripping my rosebud as cunt’s tongue began to explore the folds. “You fucking did it!” whore chuckled, straightening himself up and moving to face me. I reached out and gently stroked my thumb across cunt’s cheek. My hand slid lower to his thick right tit and gripped it tightly, making cunt moan. “Pig tits...” I murmured. My hand roamed to the other tit and then moved down to stroke his ripped, rock-hard pecs and abs... “You’re not mad?” cunt asked me sheepishly... “At how this happened?” I smiled, got up, grabbed the empty pipe on the side table and packed it with some of my personal stash. I took a deep hit and held it as I walked back to cunt on his haunches. I bent over slightly... “Please,” he whined, moving toward me, wanting the thick cloud in my lungs. Standing straight up, I pushed him onto his back with my boot and crouched over cunt’s face, exhaling the cloud up into the air. “Mine... I fucking earned it...” I sneered at him. I pulled my jock pouch down under my sac and let loose with a heavy spray of chem piss. With his tongue extended, he lifted his shoulders to meet the stream of dark yellow piss from my caged cock. I shoved him down to the piss-covered floor. He began drinking what he could, the cage causing the heavy stream to shower over his face and torso. “How could I be mad, cunt? I’m a fucking whore.” I laughed, watching the wallowing piss pig underneath me in his element and I fell to my knees and crawled on top of his piss-soaked body. “Fuck yeah!” whore moaned into my mouth, his muscled legs pulling me in harder between his legs. “Fuck me...” "I can’t!” I gasped, feeling the wet cunt lips sliding over the metal caged nub and pull on my sac. “You know my cock’s a shrunken piece a nothing...” Feeling his cunt lips grasping my crotch, a long-forgotten memory hit me and my hips started to push forward. “That’s it, whore... do it.” In my chem-fueled daze, I began thrusting at his cunt, attempting to enter him but it was no use... my withered cock would never be able to do it but I went on. My hips slammed into his cunt lips over and over again. “SHIT!” cunt screamed out, feeling the metal cage scraping against the entrance to his cunt. “FASTER!” I obliged... on and on I went... hips slamming until I felt his body tense... it was happening! With one last slam, I shoved myself as far as I could into him and held him tight as his now blood red cunt lips spasmed around my crotch. “GOD! GOD! GOD!” he screamed, at the most intense anal orgasm he had ever had. I remained on top of him, my chemmed up sweat dripping onto him. “Fucking amazing,” he sighed... “No fucker, you are... I didn’t know I still had that in me.” “Well, it seems you do...” he sighed, lifting his face to mine and kissed me. A loud clap of applause broke our moment and we both turned to the now open dungeon door.

So we had a little mini-carnival around my area. You know the kind. Sketchy rides that you try not to think about when you're on them, all the food that's fit to be fried, games nobody can actually win. And it was at said carnival I was walking around, bored, wearing my "Breeding Stock" shirt and throwing dollars at said carnival games. One of the carnies - and man, this guy was a carnie - smirked at my shirt and said "If you're just gonna advertise it, I need to drop a load." And so it was I found myself bent over in the back of a carnival tent, with a stranger's raw dick in me. Didn't take long for him to plant his seed right up inside, and I'm pretty sure his neighboring tents knew what was going on based on the looks they gave me after as I walked past. But hey, I got the load. Still didn't win a damn prize, though.

Thank you as it brought back some of the good times I had on a Saint Andrews cross. My arms & legs spread being flogged which is like heavy massage or being whipped until I beg for him to stop. Walking around with the marks as my badge of courage.

Part 20 - When Nothing Is What It Seems Scrubbed up and looking more like the prince Alex joined his parents and granny for a quiet dinner where the conversation was kept light. His granny joking about catching Alex play fighting with one of the footman in the paddock, the cheeky glances she then followed up with to Alex making him laugh and going all coy. Alex expressed how much he has been enjoying his time and getting to know some of the household staff better and how they were keeping him company, their loyalty to the family and how much they appreciated those moments of casual interaction. The best thing about coming away to Greenacres was the large informal lounge where household staff and royal family could mingle and join in with the numerous games going on or simply sit down and watch television and talk. This evening charades was scheduled to start at 9pm that his parents were absolutely going to attend as it was one of their favourite games to take part in. Alex was first to arrive royal member to arrive and as soon as he opened the door and walked in everyone stood and greeted him bowing or curtseying at his arrival. The lounge was already buzzing with people and Alex helped himself to coffee noticing Artem, Liam and Francis already sat in one corner of the lounge. His eye caught by the arm to his side picking a cup up and he was about to say hello by was stopped dead in his tracks surprised by the one person who usually kept away from the palace. "You failed to turn up, both of you" Marty said, his deep velvety voice making Alex swoon. "Apologies" Alex said nervously turning back putting milk in his coffee. Marty picked up the coffee pot "Is that it?" he asked, "You both inconvenienced me". Alex glanced at him "I would lower your expectations" he replied trying not make eye contact. Marty's hand brushed against Alex's "You set them high your highness, not me" he said smiling. "You bruised me with that riding crop" Alex said using a more hushed tone. He could see the smirk on Marty's face "Then you know who you belong to" Marty replied. As daft as his words sounded it still had Alex flustered and he knew if he had looked at him full on he would probably be on his way to meet him right now. The way he walked off did what it was meant to do and provoke Alex to glance over his shoulder with a mischievous smile on his face. Across the room Francis had watched the interaction carefully so not arouse suspicion from Liam and Artem, he had stood Marty up once and suffered for it the next time they met, being tied over the saddle rack was only the start of what Marty had done to him, nothing nasty only a very erotic evening that had Francis in suspense. He could already feel his cock stirring just thinking about that night tied up in the barn, smiling to himself he also remembered how tender Marty could be afterwards, when they would lay on the hay kissing and touching provocatively until one of them gave in. Right now though he could see Alex was somewhere between enchanted and lusting after Marty, then again his face changed rapidly to a solemn look. It washed over him from nowhere and his mood changed wanting to be alone with his thoughts, glancing at Marty looking so different dressed up properly had unnerved Alex and he started thinking about Max for some reason. Desperately he had tried to forget about the English lad which always got him down when he thought about what could have been, more than ever it felt like the biggest mistake Alex had made not pursuing him and being up front. He was still head over heels in love with Max and just maybe if nothing had happened between his protection officer and himself he would not have lost focus on Max. Alex picked up his cup and walked out through the glass doors on the terrace and heading to a darker side to be alone desperately trying to figure out what to do next, his downward spiral continued with him analysing his life again. He could hear his parents arrive and the games begin, shutting everything out he remained outside for over an hour. His eyes kept welling up the more he thought about Max, he was still unable to be free and love anyone he wanted without judge or jury intervening and telling him who is right for him. He knew this was always going to be the case, straight or gay his choice of partner would be scrutinised down to the finest detail, assessed and interrogated until they finally walked away not wanting to be part of life. Sitting on the chair with his legs up under his chin almost in a ball staring out across the moonlit lawn he heard footsteps slowly approaching. "What are you doing out here?" Liam asked taking the seat next to him. Alex wiped his eyes starring ahead before replying "Hating my life" he said sounding depressed. "What has happened Alex?" Liam now asked sounding extremely concerned. "Nothing!" Alex replied, "That is the problem Liam, who I am is not bothering me before you ask". Liam sat forward looking at him "Then what is?" he asked. Alex glanced at him then stared across the lawn again "The loneliness, the emptiness" he shrugged. Alex looked at him again "I have so much love to give Liam but no one to give it to" he said. "In time you will Alex" Liam replied softly, "When you find the right person". Alex shook his head "They have to jump over all the royal hurdles before they get to me" he said. "Who would do that?" Alex asked, "Only the greedy" he said answering his own question. Liam stood "Come on lets go for a walk Alex" he said moving to the steps leading down to the lawn. Alex stood and joined Liam without question knowing full well this was a person he could be open with at all times without fear. The two of them walking together raised no suspicious eyebrows, it was commonly accepted that the protection officer and valet were the only two people who got to be close and know the member of the royal family in more detail. Liam was quite the shoulder Alex had come to rely on and this evening was no different. It shocked Liam in many ways to find how Alex had suddenly dropped in to this dark mood, clearly Alex needed more from his life than just this, the prince was so well educated but not so worldly having been cocooned for most of his life and now he needed to express himself more. They walked and talked for some time until they arrived back at the steps up to the lounge, hardly any sound was coming from inside now. Entering the lounge Liam was one step behind Alex acting like he was in protection mode. Alex said good night to the remaining household staff, Artem, Francis and Marty were long gone so they walked out and along the expansive hallway and up the ornate gilded staircase that swept upwards then to the left in the west wing of the palace where their rooms were located. Just enough light aided them on their journey, Liam stepped along side Alex putting his arm around him. "You need me tonight?" Liam asked softly hinting to his bedroom. Alex nodded "Thank you" he replied, "I don't know what I would do without you". "You will be alright Alex, like it or not you are my life" Liam said, his word assuring Alex. Alex smiled "Thought I was alright then felt so angry and upset" Alex said confusing himself. Liam put his arm around Alex and carefully guided him towards his room Alex quickly glanced around to make sure no one was standing in the hallway before disappearing inside. Without a word Liam picked Alex up taking him over to the bed putting him down, Alex stripped off the few clothes he was wearing leaving them on the floor and climbing in to bed. Liam walked back from the bathroom naked and climbed in next to him immediately pulling Alex close enveloping him in his arms. He then reached over turning off the light and stroking Alex's head until the prince fell asleep, Liam was not far behind before he nodded off still holding Alex. Sometime during the early hours Alex shuffled and sighed lovingly at the warmth of the body lying next to him, his movement stirring Liam who mumbled tightening his hold on Alex, he sighed again lifting his head and kissing Liam on the neck lightly. Alex became aware of Liam's head moving and could feel his breath floating across his cheek drawing his mouth close to Alex's and kissing him on the lips several times and Alex responded slowly parting his mouth joining their lips together. Tongues darting in an out of each others mouths, tantalising and teasing each other until Liam got Alex in a proper kiss that lasted quite some time. Slowly his hand moved down Alex's spine and over his arse feeling the smoothness. Alex giggled mid kiss and abruptly moved Liam's hand away from his arse and breaking the kiss. "Thank you" Alex whispered softly in his ear and snuggling down again. Liam's hand roamed down to Alex's arse "Stop it" he said smiling away with his eyes closed. "I can't" Liam replied moving his hips forward allowing Alex to know he was bone hard. Alex giggled again and moved on to his stomach "Come on then be selfish with me" he teased. Liam kissed him gently then swiftly slid on top of Alex taking him by surprise. The weight of Liam's body bearing down on him was so intoxicating for Alex, raising his head and turning it their lips met and he could feel the weight lifting slightly below then the sudden sensation of that familiar cock hitting at his hole with precision. Liam moved his arm around the neck and shoulder of Alex holding him in place and giving him one last deep kiss on the mouth, then the cheek and neck. His cock acted like it knew where it was going and soon began prising open the prince. Alex cried out softly then buried his head in the pillow to muffle any noise, instinct told him this was going to hurt a little if going by his own experience with morning erections. His legs wriggled from the sheer force of Liam entering him, his cries lost in to the pillow as he clenched his fists grabbing hold of the sheet under him. The movement stopped for a moment and he knew Liam was deep inside his arse. Raising his head again to kiss him more out of appreciation than anything. Liam allowing Alex to have this little moment before the natural progression of his hips starting to gently move working his cock to let his morning erection have its selfish way with the prince. Slow and gentle he continued for nearly half an hour, he was in no rush to get it over with, instead he was finding new sensations that were blowing his mind. His connection to Alex and the way his body subtly responded to Liam in a way he had never known before, stronger and stronger their bond and connection grew during this time and their sex went to another level. Liam felt his balls tingle and his kisses moved back towards Alex mouth, the prince seemed to be in a total state of flux, his eyes seemed to glaze over like he was in a trance of pure unashamed erotic ecstasy. Liam was not far from feeling the same way and he kissed Alex hard on the mouth using his arm keep their mouths locked together. His hips pushed down rapidly several times, moaning in to Alex's mouth his arse cheeks clenched together hard forcing his cock even deeper and feeling the pressure releasing from his balls. His orgasm taking control of his body and contracting all his muscles in an attempt to hold on to Alex even tighter. Powerless to resist anything he was aware of Liam's orgasm but his body was so relaxed from the sexual presence of this man, his deliberate slow love making had reduced the prince to a jellied mass pinned under the muscular smooth body. Eyes half closed Alex moaned in to Liam's mouth, his legs wriggled being his only outlet for his own orgasm and saturating the sheet under him. Liam continued kissing Alex whilst his hips kept their slow rhythm showing no sign of stopping in post orgasm massaging of his cock inside Alex's arse. Liam finally broke the kiss and his head dropped next to Alex, both of them regaining some of their sanity breathing and moaning as their bodies relaxed. The small baby kisses around his neck making Alex moan softly each time he felt those lips touching his skin. Slowly Liam withdrew and rolled on to his back staring up at the ceiling. Alex leaned up on his forearms looking at Liam's bewildered look, the same type of look was displayed on Alex's face. "Are you okay?" Alex asked softly still in a confused state of mind of where they had been. Liam nodded unable to utter a word "What the hell just happened?" Alex asked. Liam slowly turned his head looking at Alex "I think we made love" he said. "Is that what that was?" Alex asked breathlessly, "If it was it was fucking amazing". "We should stop all this frolicking around Alex" Liam suddenly said going serious. Alex stared at him perplexed by his words "I didn't ask you do that" he reminded him. Liam ran his hand over Alex's face "I don't want to end up hurting you Alex". Alex smiled "I won't let you Liam" he replied, "Don't take away what we have". "What about when you take it away?" Liam asked looking deadly serious at him. Alex shrugged his shoulders "Like that is going happen anytime soon" he replied sadly. "If it does then you pretend you are straight" Alex suggested with a slight grin. Liam stared up at the ceiling again "Fuck you!" he said softly smiling. Liam held is arm open and Alex laid down with his head resting on Liam's chest held in place by his muscular arm, his leg strewn across Liam's leg and they dozed a little from their post erotic state. There was guilty pleasure running through Liam where he knew what he did was completely wrong, a fuck is one thing but to make love like he had was a dangerous game for them both. There was no joking about Liam being straight, Alex was still the only man he couldn't differentiate, he never saw him as man or woman just the prince. Alex became aware of Liam's little changes in his face and knew he was in thinking mode. "Stop over thinking things" Alex ventured a guess. Liam chuckled pulling Alex on top of him "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. "Suppose I could let you after what you just did" Alex replied lifting his head up. Liam kissed Alex deeply whilst moving his arm and securing it around Alex's neck to stop him from escaping. Alex stopped the kiss and giggled rolling back on to his side bringing Liam with him. With all that had gone on Liam had completely forgot that he had asked Artem to bring him a coffee if he was up first and there was a gently tap at the door before it opened. Alex quickly dived under the sheet 'Fuck' he said hiding himself as Artem strode in then stopped almost dropping the mugs of coffee. Quickly he went back and closed the door then walked over to the bed noticing Alex's clothes thrown on the floor. "Too late Alex I know it is you" Artem said placing the mug down for Liam. The muffled sound coming from under the sheet "It is not what you think Artem" Alex stupidly said. "It looks like you are giving him a blow job Alex" Artem replied sitting on the bed smiling. Alex appeared from under the sheet looking dishevelled "What am I suppose to think?" Artem asked. Artem held his hand up "I knew something happened in Mauritius" he added. Liam laid there without any shame "You jealous then?" he asked pulling Artem on to his back. "No, I know I am straight" Artem replied laughing. Alex finally calmed down looking for his clothes "Your coffee is in your room" Artem said. "Artem..." Alex was about to speak. "I know to be discreet and yes I will fetch your coffee" Artem said managing to stand up. Alex leaned up and looked at him "Thank you" he said giving him a knowing look. Artem smiled and walked towards the door "Straight my fucking arse Liam" he muttered giggling. Lipscombe saw Artem coming out of the prince's bedroom carrying a mug of coffee then going in to the protection officers room. Quietly he moved along the corridor and listened outside the door for a few minutes. He was unable to hear what was going on but he could make out the odd slap and giggling that was definitely the prince. Lipscombe stood up straight smirking and went walking off to the kitchen, he didn't like how Artem had been promoted so quickly and refused to tell him anything about the prince's private life. And the protection officer that never spoke to Lipscombe only looked at him like he was high and mighty, he had enough information to get both of them dismissed from the palace straight away and was going to make no bones about doing it. Major Lipscombe was in a good mood when he arrived in to the kitchen and casually dropped what he had seen and heard to anyone who would listen. Francis walked in dressed up for breakfast duty and Lipscombe didn't even say anything about him being 5 minutes late this morning. He watched Lipscombe discreetly who seemed to be delighted and busying himself with paperwork whilst one of chefs regaled to Francis what Lipscombe told him that the prince was having a threesome with his valet and protection officer. Francis stood and listened intently before shrugging 'The prince can do what he wishes' he said and the chef nodded telling him he doesn't believe a word Lipscombe says. Francis played along and chuckled when needed, acting surprised when Lipscombe suggested that the prince may not be down for breakfast. Francis always wondered if anything had gone on with the protection officer as they looked so cosy when talking, he also knew that Polly had been having sexual liaisons with Liam for several months. In truth he was outraged that the head of the household was spearing the lead on such rumours, when he returned to the kitchen Lipscombe was telling the housekeeper to make sure she changed Liam's bed linen then made swiping remark as to why. Alex managed to creep back to his room and showered slowly, his head was trying to make sense of Liam then ended up smiling, Liam was quite the secretive one and actually he liked him for that. Alex sat on the bed pulling on a pair of shorts when Artem come bursting in the door telling Alex what Lipscombe was saying yet unable to fathom out how he knew. Alex sat on the bed going white mostly from anger and physical dislike of Lipscombe. The saving grace was that Alex had come clean to his father about Liam, at least the ramifications for Liam wouldn't be so bad, but pulling Artem in to it was the last straw as far as he was concerned. "This is not good" Alex said, "He can get you both fired" he added pacing around. Artem sat on the bed "I didn't do anything wrong though" he said looking up at Alex. He sat next to Artem "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you Artem. Trust me" he replied. "Thank you Alex, but you know what Lipscombe is like" Artem said still unsure what was going on. Alex sighed "This is fine start to the country fayre weekend" he said. "Alex I am worried that this will lose me my job" Artem said looking and sounding worried. "The king knows about Liam and I" Alex finally confessed, "I will sort it all out". Artem looked up at Alex "And he didn't mind?" he asked confused. "He wasn't overly happy, but he warned me not to fall in love" Alex replied. The chat seemed to do its work and Artem helped Alex to finish dressing before assuring him that he would not allow him to be drawn in to this malicious world of Lipscombe. Francis had a few morning jobs to do before he was free for the rest of the day, his main job was serving breakfast for the royal family. Patiently he tinkered around in the kitchen listening to everything going on. Francis took the coffee pot in to the dining room setting it down on the table. Francis looked up "Good morning your majesty" he said bowing. "Good morning Francis" the king replied taking a seat, "First down again" he laughed. "Such a busy day ahead, I hope you are coming to the summer party Francis" the king said. Francis nodded "Of course sir" he replied pouring coffee for the king. Placing the pot on the table Francis had to say something "Your majesty may I speak to you?". The king looked at him "Of course Francis, what is it?" he asked. "If you please your majesty, after breakfast and somewhere private" Francis asked bowing. The king waved his hand "Francis stop that" he said, "My office before I go swimming with Alex?". "Thank you your majesty" Francis replied stopping himself from bowing. Alex walked in to the dining room sitting next to his father anxious, worried and distracted whilst his father carried on oblivious to the bombshell about to be dropped. Alden burst in the door beaming and ran over hugging Alex and kissing his father and mother. "You made it" his father said happy to see him. "Of course, I wouldn't miss the Greenacres Country Fayre for anything" Alden replied out of breath. "Where is Elethera?" his mother asked looking around like she was catching a bad smell in the air. Alex had to cough from stop himself laughing "They are upstairs in their rooms" Alden replied. Alden's expression slightly changed "She and Andreas are getting changed after the journey". Alex noticed the ever to slightly disapproving look from his mother again "Eat Alden" she said. The king stood "I need to get changed Alex and be back by 11am to check over the fayre" he said. "We still going swimming then?" Alex asked looking a little surprised. The king nodded "Of course we are. Alden are you coming with us?" he asked. Alden looked at them both "No thanks, still tired form the trip" he said gulping down coffee. The king walked across from the breakfast room and the stairs to change, returning down to his private office where Lipscombe collared him before he could get inside. "Your majesty" Lipscombe said nodding his head, "May we speak?" he asked. "Sorry Lipscombe I am tied up this morning" the king replied, "Find me after the fayre" he said. Lipscombe nodded and backed away almost licking his lips at the anticipation of the storm he could create later. The king walked in to his private office placing his riding hat on the desk before summoning Francis from the kitchen. Fortunately Lipscombe was no where to be found in the kitchen and Francis had been firefighting the rumour telling the staff that Lipsbcombe had it all wrong. He was feeling nervous walking to the sanctum that was the king's office, tapping on the office door and waiting for the king to invite him in. "Sit down Francis" the king said politely, "So what would you like to talk about?" he asked. "Prince Alexander your majesty" Francis replied tentatively. The king nodded "Drop the formality Francis let us talk man to man for once" he said casually. "You see I have got to know the prince quite well over the last couple of days" Francis started. The king looked at him "We talk a lot and what I am going to say I know isn't true" Francis said. "Lipscombe is spreading rumours amongst the staff about Prince Alexander" Francis said nervously. The king nodded slowly in silence "It isn't true I know Liam and Artem as well" Francis added. "Wait Francis" the king said gesturing for him to slow down, "What rumour?" he asked. Francis sat up "That the prince is involved sexually with Liam and Artem" he said anxiously. "I see" the king finally said, "And Lipscombe is spreading this rumour?" he asked. Francis nodded "He hates Artem and Liam" he said, "And me, but I don't think any of it is true". "Why do you seem so sure?" the king asked interested in getting his view. "Well the prince looked a little down last night and I understand he trusts Liam implicitly" Francis said. The king looked pensive "I have tried to stop it, the rumour in the kitchen" Francis added. "Francis!" the king said interrupting in, "Calm down, you did the right thing coming to me". Francis nodded "It is I know if they were removed the prince would be devastated". "And angry" the king added, "Now what I am going to tell you is between us" he stated. Francis nodded again "The prince and Liam are very close, I already know this" the king said. "As in close?" Francis asked exaggerating his words and the king nodded. The king smiled "Alex tells me everything Francis, well now he does. So yes I know". "But Artem is not involved, he is as straight as they come" Francis added. The words had the king laughing "I am sure he is. Thank you Francis, for showing loyalty". The king tapped his finger against his chin "I am meeting Lipscombe later" he now said. "Francis you will not be mentioned and I will get this rumour squashed" the king said clearly. "In return Francis, you must come to me anytime if you have concerns about Alex" he said. Francis nodded "I will your majesty, thank you" he said knowing he was dismissed as the king stood. The king smiled "It takes a lot for someone to speak so openly to me" the king added in thanks. Francis bowed his head "Alex is lucky to have you watching out for him" the king said. Francis returned to the kitchen to finish off and there was still no sign of Lipscombe until he was finished and about to leave to get changed out of his royal uniform. Lipscombe was still humming happily in his sadistic way which Francis knew would probably end sometime today. Alex met his father in the stable yard and they set off in the glorious sunshine towards the lake, taking all the shortcuts it only took 15 minutes at a fast gallop to arrive. They both dismounted exhilarated by the ride then dived in to the lake from the small jetty, swimming around for a few minutes until the his father decided to broach the subject. He watched his son carefully after explaining what he had heard in all the detail that Francis had told him. Alex took it in his stride waiting for the king to finish. "It is not true" Alex informed him, "Yes I slept in bed with Liam, I was feeling down last night". "Why were you feeling that way Alex?" his father asked looking concerned. Alex stood still in the water "This guy I met in Mauritius, Max, he was perfect for me father". "If he was perfect where is he?" his father asked coming straight to the point. "I didn't pursue him and now I think it was the biggest mistake of my life" Alex replied. His father hugged him "Alex I am so sorry to hear that" he said sympathetically. "If you think he was the one I trust your judgement, Alex you should find him" his father said. Alex nodded "Maybe" he replied, "Anyway you see we were not having a threesome" he said. Alex started swimming to shore "Artem brought my coffee over to Liam's room and he stayed" he said. Alex suddenly stopped "Who ever it was certainly had no idea what was going on behind the door". "You know about Liam and well you don't want to know the rest but Artem, no!" he explained. His father smiled "Then I am happy to squash the rumour and man" he advised Alex. Alex picked up the towel "Who did start the rumour?" he now asked looking at his father. "Doesn't matter Alex I will deal with it" he replied, "We have a very loyal person in Francis". "Francis?" Alex questioned rubbing his head dry, "What do you mean?". "Quicker Alex or I will be late" the king said, "Francis came to talk to me about what he heard". Alex looked on in surprise "Told me upfront that he didn't believe any of it" his father said. "So did he tell you I was feeling down?" Alex asked pulling on his breeches. His father nodded fastening his riding hat "Mentioned that you weren't yourself last night". Alex nodded putting his hat on "Why has Alden brought Elethera and her brother here?" he asked. "God knows" his father replied mounting his horse, "Your mother wasn't very happy". Alex laughed mounting Danbury "You noticed that as well?" he replied. The king smirked at his son "The Royal Chamber Council have already said that match is a no go". "What Alden and Elethera?" Alex asked trotting off by his father's side. He nodded "Yes, apparently they don't want a union between the Hellenic royal family". Alex didn't hide his smile "Good, that Prince Andreas is a fucking arse hole". "Alex!" his father turned to him in shock "That is no language a prince should use". "Sorry father" Alex said then looked over at his father, "He tried it on with me, well forced me". The king stopped his horse "He what?" he asked looking angry. "You heard father" Alex replied, "Thankfully Jackson arrived and kicked him out". "Why did you never tell me Alex?" his father asked in a concerned voice. Alex shrugged "Jackson dealt with it, Alden knows so that was that" he replied hoping that was the end. "Not in my eyes it isn't" his father said glancing at him. "Drop it father it is over with" Alex said, "Come on race you back!" he called out galloping off. The king loved watching his son expertly riding Danbury and glancing at each other smiling, it certainly did Alex the world of good spending time with his father like this. His childhood memories flooding back full of happy times as they slowed to a trot entering the paddock. The king dismounted and handed his horse over to Marty who bowed and waited until he was gone before walking over to Alex. "Barn now!" Marty said not giving any choice in the matter. Alex laughed "You know how busy we are today" he replied standing up to him. Marty smirked and nodded "I like this side of you" he said, "You can suck me off then". Marty walked off and Alex followed on heading to the barn and hid behind a tall stack of hay bales trying not not snigger and breathing hard in anticipation. Marty found him quickly coming up behind him from between two large stacks of bales, grabbing the prince and catching him by surprise then spinning him around to face him. Marty stared at him for a moment then pushed him back against the bales trapping Alex, moving in quickly he kissed Alex waiting for the prince to respond. In seconds Alex moved his hands placing them on Marty's hips kissing him back. Alex was about to go down on his knees but Marty had different plans and quickly spun Alex around pulling down his breeches and underwear 'Change of plans, I need to fuck you' he whispered kissing Alex on the ear and neck as he fumbled pulling his breeches down to expose his cock. Alex made a pretence of fighting him off but Marty had one arm around his waist securing him firmly, spitting in to his free hand rubbing the saliva over his cock he entered the prince slowly. The muffled moans Alex made dissipated in the hay bale his face was pushed against by Marty's head, Marty revelling in the reactions of the body he was spearing with his cock, inch by inch he pushed slowly until the last of his shaft effortlessly sunk deep inside the prince up to his balls. Marty wrapped his other arm around the prince and began slow deep penetrating thrusts, keeping his groin firmly locked against Alex's arse he lifted his head freeing Alex who spat strands of hay out of his mouth partly laughing. Alex turned his head to kiss Marty who greedily accepted his offer. His pace was quick and it wasn't going to be long before Marty bred him, so much pent up frustration in Alex was being released at that moment. Enjoying the deep fuck and continuous kissing, their actions moving in to one of pure erotic pleasure for them both. Marty tightened his arm around the prince, the other moved around his neck grabbing his chin holding him in the kiss. Rapid bursts of thrusts erupted up through Alex's body and he felt his cock throbbing and expelling his cum trickling down his leg inside the breeches. Marty kissed Alex harder and held perfectly still pushing his hips harder against Alex, he could feel the cock inside of him pulse then throb feeling the warmth entering him, the tongue in his mouth withdrew but Marty held their lips together. The deep groans from Marty passing in to Alex's mouth feeling his arse going slick from the large amount of cum that the stable hand was giving him. Alex held on to Marty's arm around his waist and as soon as his orgasm started receding Marty thrusted his tongue back in to Alex's mouth kissing him madly to show his gratitude at how well Alex took him. Marty released his hold on Alex and slowly extracted his cock from the tight smooth hole he had bred then pulled his breeches back up. Alex regained some of his composure and pulled his underwear and breeches back up then sat on one of the bales in this tiny hay bale courtyard Marty had created. He sat down next to Alex putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer kissing him again. Alex lost himself completely thoroughly enjoying this unexpected sexual encounter with Marty. Alex pushed Marty off after some minutes "I need to go Marty" he said sadly. "I know you do" Marty replied giving Alex another good tongue lashing. "Mmm" Alex complained sweetly "Stop it Marty or I will want it again" he said smiling. Marty stood and held his hand out helping Alex to stand "You know where I am" he replied. Marty kissed him once more then slapped Alex hard on the Arse "I like owning that arse" he said. Alex chuckled and watched Marty disappear as quickly as he appeared between the walls of hay bales. Oblivious to anything Alex never thought to check himself as he walked across the stable yard and along the path back to the palace. Francis was arriving back from his run and called out to Alex catching up with him quickly. Hey Francis" Alex said waiting for him, "How was your run?" he asked. Francis laughed "Never mind that how was sex with Marty?" he asked smirking. "How do you know?" Alex asked stopping and facing him as Francis chuckled shaking his head. "You have hay in your hair Alex" Francis replied, "You really have a lot to learn" he laughed. Francis picked the hay out of Alex's hair laughing as they walked back to the palace and Alex running through his little foray with Marty in detail. Deciding as well to keep quiet about knowing what Francis had done that morning. What was said was said in complete confidence to the king and Alex was happy to leave it at that. Looking up at the palace he knew that inside those walls lurking was the one person Alex was not looking forward to seeing again.

I don't think you read the original post or else perhaps you don't understand it. Nobody's arguing that if you want sex "now" you should have to wait ten hours for it. What people are complaining about is people who say "Yes I'll do it, let's meet up now" and then don't show. So no, you don't owe a "sub" an explanation if you haven't committed to showing up. If you have, then, well, you do. Unless of course you're content with being a shit person.

I've always thought that going from fantasy to action requires a step up in commitment and effort and that step for some is too big for their comfort zone - it's easier to stay home and have a wank, so they flake. Browsing profiles on an app, chatting on WhatsApp, or whatever requires very little effort. You don't have to be washed and dressed, you can do it while watching TV, drinking, eating, even in the company of others or at work, if you're discrete. It requires very little effort and no commitment. (Back when you had to sit in front of a PC and use a dial-up Modem, there was a bit more commitment involved so I think that why it was better. But now it is instantaneous in our pockets 24/7 and zero effort) Going out to meet someone requires some effort: for a bottom, being cleaned out. Some level of grooming, even if it's putting on your best jock under sweatpants. Travel to meet... if you're taking transport then there's a cost and time investment and if you're driving you can't surf other profiles while doing so. Its sounds basic, but it is a level of effort and commitment beyond sitting at home. Then there's the instant gratification factor - being wanted by someone you've seen on line and had horny chats with is more than enough for a lot of guys to knock out a quick wank of the fantasy of meeting and then that's that until the next time. For many the thrill of the chase and connecting with someone at this level validates their need to feel desirable and pumps their ego a little. These apps are designed to be addictive and make you spend hours on them to generate more advertising revenue. There's also the risk that if you met the other person they wouldn't live up to the mental model in your head you've constructed from talking to them or reading their profile - or most likely just looking at the pics. So... why I prefer going out to meet guys at places like cruising grounds, clubs, bars, saunas, etc is that they've committed to the hard part already - getting off their arses, preparing and going out. Because they're there, I know they are up for it. I don't think this'll change anytime soon, which is why places to meet other guys are so important.

Part four: the penultimate chapter At first Sam's eyes bugged with disbelief. He seemed to have trouble forming words. And then he went totally bat shit crazy. I thought he might damage himself as he bellowed and fumed and finally begged. I walked over to Junior letting my hands trail over his beautiful body. The guy was a muscle jock not quite as hairy as his father. I felt a tightening in my loins as his father's rant caressed my ears and I caressed his sons genitals. If father looked like son at his age he must have gotten all the ass (male or female) he could want. Sam pleaded with me not to castrate Junior. "I am not going to castrate your son," I stated giving Juniors sack a rather vicious yank. "That's not the other option." Sam looked relieved but dubious and so he should. I continued the inspection and my explanation as I explored Juniors body, tweaking nipples, petting his furry chest, tracing the vein pattern on a thick calf muscle. "As you know Sam, being rich has its perks. Money buys a whole lot of information and with an uncle like Ruben...well...he's a sociopath to be honest, no moral compass what-so-ever. He will do anything and I mean anything to achieve a goal." I moved on from calf to thigh marveling at the beauty of the male form. I was tempted to forget the mental torture and fuck Junior right then. Focus! "Uncle Ruben, mad genius that he is, filled me in on all sorts of interesting details about your family Sam." I abandoned Junior so I could could look Sam in the eye while I revealed his fate. "You might ask, a father might wonder, why bring an innocent man into our sordid dealings? What has he to do with all of this? And I would say nothing.....except that like father like son," I cupped my own face like a distraught damsel at a train wreck, "Gasp! I found out your son is a bigger piece of shit than you." "Seems that Junior here is stepping out on the Mrs. While the wifey is home heating up Spaghettios for the twins he's out fucking anything in a skirt. But that is not even the worse part. Oh no. Junior likes it rough." I could see the truth in Sam's eyes. He already knew. Probably bailed the sadistic bastard out of a few scrapes when his lust for brutality got out of hand. "Likes 'em bruised and bleeding before can get it up. Nothing like the taste of a split lip I guess." "I know all about the sorority girl he sent to the hospital and the bar fly he left unconscious in a bathroom stall. Do I need to go on?" Sam's silent stony stare spoke volumes. "So here's the deal Sam, the choice you are going to have to make. I take your balls or you take your son's ass cherry. Give him that special gift you gave me the night you raped me. There will be no negotiating." I walked back over to Junior tracing a finger down to his furry hole left well and truly exposed by his positioning in the sling. "Sooo tempting," I purred slowly pushing my digit inside the virgin darkness. "Just a little poke, I mean this is grade A, prime ass right here and I am serving it up on platter just.....for.....you!" Sam shook his head. "I can't. Please. I can't fuck my own son." "Can't or won't," I asked. "For fucks sake how do you expect me to get it up. The idea disgusts me. There is no way this can happen." He looked hopefully at me, like his bullshit reasoning was going to sway my decision. "Lucky for you we have an expert with us." I waved Roger over and he promptly injected Sam's cock with the required drug. Sam gritted his teeth as Roger rubbed and massaged the man's penis while the drug worked its magic. Ever the opportunist Roger dipped in for a taste of cock not being able to resist the fat piece of meat in his hands. I let him have his fun as I finished telling Sam what was going to happen. "You will breed your son, I don't care how long you fuck as long as your tainted nut ends up warming his guts, if you do not I will castrate you while your son watches. And then the real party will start." I fished out my phone and found the correct page on the search engine. I had placed a fuck ad featuring Junior's pic in the sling with the caption 'Straight muscle jock being whored out, all loads welcome'. I was sure Sam was about to have an aneurysm. "I got a guy answering the replies. You would not believe the response!" I scrolled through the other pics; Junior at his wedding, playing baseball, holding his twins. "A lot [banned word] out there get off on boning a straight guy. They don't care if he's conscious or not. Ring a bell Sam?" I retrieved the castration pliers and lay them ever so carefully on Sam's hirsute stomach. The cold of the metal instrument made him flinch. "I'll give you some time to decide Sam. Honestly I don't care one way or the other. Whether it's watching your balls wither and shrivel or your son get knocked up by any creep with an internet connection and a hard-on, I don't care." I beckoned to Roger and he brought over a giant hour glass just like the the kind the wicked witch tortures Dorothy with. Probably the best part of the whole fucking shit show of an evening. I do have a flare for the dramatic. I don't know where or how Ruben found it but I enjoyed flipping that thing in front of Sam and pointing out that was how much time he had or I would make the decision for him. I refrained from calling him 'my pretty'. And then I went to Mark. Mark was already awake and lazily swinging in his sling, humming Adele I think. I believe that whatever he thought was going to happen his sweet, naive boyfriend wouldn't actually harm him, he was sort of right. "Hi Mark," my smile was genuine and I kissed him tenderly. When you have truly loved someone those feelings don't just disappear. And when you have been betrayed as brutally as I was, there is a price to be paid. He was still a little dopey and smiled like he hadn't a care in the world. I found that very irritating. My goon slapped him around until he sobered up, unfortunately for him it took a while and the man worked up a sweat. Mark, red faced, hair matted, looked like a man without a plan. He was about to be very sober indeed. Roger rolled over a giant flat screen television. I had a camera pointed at Sam and Junior so Mark could have a visual as I explained what was taking place in the next room. He looked more intrigued than upset. "I never would have thought you'd have it in you boyfriend," his tone was amused and he pointedly ignored Roger's presence. "I am not your boyfriend." My cock began to respond to Marks naked form. I had loved him, I despised him, I still desired him. Emotions aside I let my libido take over. Roger watched eagerly as I freed my cock and stroked it never veering my gaze from Mark's perfectly sculpted body. Playing devils advocate Roger dropped to his knees taking me in to the root expertly massaging my meat with his throat. I pushed him off me and turned his head to Mark's ass. Roger didn't hesitate, burying his nose in the offered crack. I encouraged Roger to spit shine Mark's hole, get him wet enough to fuck. Stroking my cock with one hand and Roger's hair with the other my gaze drifted from Marks face to the screen. Something was happening. With time still on the hour glass it seems Sam had made a decision. My henchman had his orders and when Sam spoke his choice the man began to release the bindings. I pulled Roger away from his ass snack so he could watch the show. Like a zombie, his hard cock pointing the way Sam slowly approached his son. I moved closer to Mark. Sam stood, his face riddled with conflict, staring at his sleeping boy. He began to weep. Roger took my cock in hand resting the head on Mark's spit slick taint. Sam inched forward and when his rod touched skin he shuddered. I shivered in anticipation pressing myself against Mark. The three of us watched in silence entranced by the drama unfolding before us. With a roar of disgust and rage Sam plunged himself brutally into his son. Juniors eyes flew open and his scream of pain and confusion spurred me to action. I entered Mark, for the first time feeling his bare flesh envelope my erection. Mark moaned with the force of my fucking, hating me but craving what I was giving him. Junior was having a hard time coming to terms with his current reality. My man was forced to strap on a gag while Sam frantically fucked trying to get his nut so he could end the miserable experience. I fucked Mark to the same rhythm releasing all my pent up anger and frustration. Watching a man weep and fuck at the same time is an experience I hope to never live through again. Choking sobs wracked his body, his blubbering hindered the fucking he was trying to deliver. He wiped away tears and snot refusing to lay a finger on his son as he banged away. Roger kissed me hard, urged me to fuck and load the bastard. We both knew what had to happen before I could cum. It didn't take long. Watching Sam rut I had a flashback from the beginning of this whole mess; Sam's hairy ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked my boyfriend. I had nearly the same view now. The tempo of his fucking increased, became erratic. I matched him knowing both our orgasms were at the boiling point. And then there it was, critical mass. I matched his angry moan as we both bred our men, coating their guts with our seed. Sam staggered back unable to look his son in the eye. Roger pushed me back so he could get sloppy seconds, happily mounting a complaining Mark who had shot a load all over his own chest. Leaving Roger to finish getting his nut I made myself presentable and returned to Sam and Junior. He looked at me expectantly. I picked up the abandoned castration pliers and slid them into my jacket pocket. "I guess we won't be needing these," I said jovially and then ordered my man to re-install Sam in the sling. It was a bit of a battle I am afraid but big as Sam was he was no match for a six foot, five inch street thug. He was more or less in one piece when he was finally ensconced back in his leather throne. Junior had a whole lot of questions I am sure. I ignored him focusing my attention on Sam. The slings sat side by side but in opposite direction so each man had full line of site to the other. That was on purpose. "Good-bye Sam," I regarded him with cool detachment. "After today I will not think of you ever again but you I am sure will think of me every day for the rest of your miserable life. I expect you to disappear Sam. I don't want to see your face or hear your name or catch a whisper on the wind about anything to do with you. Do you understand me?" He remained silent but I could smell the reek of fear on his sweat frosted skin. "If you disobey me castration will only be an appetizer to the feast of horrors I will be serving you. And there is always Uncle Ruben of course but he is more of a sleep with the fishes kind of guy." As I headed for the door a perfectly sordid rabble of men began to trickle into the room from the opposite direction. One unsavory specimen quickly claiming Junior. "You son of a bitch," Sam raged, "You god damn double crossing cocksucker!" My step never faltered. "We had a deal!" "Did we," I mumbled to myself, "I forget." The smug smile that adorned my lips was mirrored in my eyes as I went to retrieve my final guest of the evening. Mark had a date with destiny and I had an introduction to make.

I met this 20 year old guy Saturday. We went to my house and started to get hot and heavy. He played with my Ass and got ready to fuck me. He put in a condom and his erection went soft. I said take it off. He did and I sucked him hard . I then guided it in bare. He said that was a wonderful feeling as he had fucked girls with a condom only. After a few minutes he said he was going to cum. I just pulled him close so all his cum went in me. When he was done he said it was a wonderful experience he had never felt before. I said any time you want to repeat it let be know

Oh my God, it had to have been snowing in Nashville last night - flakes were everywhere. Against my better judgment (I knew better than this, I have only myself to blame) I agreed to meet a guy for a breeding at a hotel room at a point sort of midway between us - about an hour-and-half drive. He had kept up correspondence over several weeks, sent sample video... I figured, take a chance, he might actually show up. On my way down I get a message: “Sorry I missed you.” He hadn’t missed me, the fucker wasn’t even going to try, and couldn’t be bothered to get the timing right on his excuse. But again, not really shocked - Mr “Sam Breedswell”, aka rawdigbreeder on BBRTS, is in his mid-20s. Flaking and ghosting aren’t confined to the twentysomethings, of course, but the practice seems heavily clustered there. Honestly, I just don’t get it. I don’t understand what goes through someone’s mind to make them think to say “OMW” when they have absolutely no intention of moving an inch in your direction (happened twice last night in the space of an hour). Why does someone tell you they’re going to come within a certain time frame, knowing full well that they’re not going anywhere because they have no transportation? Like I said, this shit mostly seems to happen with the younger set, but the most egregious case I ever had involved two men who came to fuck me at a hotel, got as far as opening the door, and then bolted, leaving the door hanging open. They were both 40 years old. In reply to my incredulous WTF message, they said, “We chickened out.”(!)(!!) Who raises children to become adults who think behaving like this toward other people is okay? How does a young man square it with his conscience to string another man along for weeks and cause him to spend the cost of a hotel room and the time and effort of a three-hour round-trip drive, and then just blow him off? Maybe it’s just because I was brought up to be considerate of others that I don’t get this, but their psychology baffles me. I suppose in some cases it may be that a guy gets all wound up in his sexual fantasy talking to another guy online about doing some real thing, and then makes the statement that yes! He’s going to do it! On my way! And then having experienced that heady rush, immediately backs down in the face of reality because the truth is he doesn’t have the courage to follow his desires, or he’s too inhibited, or faces an actual barrier like no wheels. But that still doesn’t change the nature of what the guy does, which is essentially a total lie told to the other person that sets the other person up with a set of false expectations. The other thing is that the flakes do this without any apparent concern that it makes them appear utterly shitty to the people they offend, and burn every bridge they fail to cross as they do it. Their potential future connections get crossed off one by one as those people block them for flaking. In some communities, I imagine it could damage a reputation. Anyone have any better insight? I would like to understand what goes on in their heads. Just as an aside, last night I serviced a man who... did not entirely match his advertising on his profile. His profile pic was so out-of-date it was taken with a flip-phone(!), and he had developed an enormous growth on the top of his head. He told me before he arrived that he really looked forward to a lot of ball licking, and then the first thing he explained to me when he took off his pants was that he had a hernia that sometimes descended into his scrotum (as indeed it had now) and he needed a minute to push it back. I could go on, but I won’t, because none of that is the point. The point is that he showed up. In spite of all the potential reasons he could have faced rejection on arrival, he showed up. And I was happy to pleasure him because that man was more of a man than all of those flakes put together.

2 guys - 20minutes I had a message from a 22 year old who had chatted a few times asking if my cunt was free, at just about the same time a 33 year old bottom guy asked if he could dump his load again. He had visited once before and had the urge to breed again. I told him I had just accepted the offer from the 22 year old and he offered to wait outside until the other guy came out. This was an offer too good to refuse. Literally queuing to unload in me. The 22 year old had been chatting a while and had watched the growing list of my profile verifications after guys had bred my cunt. I’m sure he was still dubious that I was a complete cumdump but found the thought horny as fuck, especially when I told him my cunt was neg and PrEP free! I told him a guy wanted to plow me after he had done. Everyone a winner... I knew I wanted both their loads in me. The first guy loved the thought he was first and a guy was waiting to cream his load. The second guy totally wanted me preloaded with a strangers load and sloppy seconds. I was hooded in my cummy jock and ‘fuck me - breed me’ socks when the first guy arrived. I heard him peel off his jeans and felt him stood behind me. I then felt his rock solid 8 inches slap against my hole as I heard him call me, ‘you fucking sleazy cumdump’. I acknowledged that I totally was as he pushed the head of his dick into my willing hungry hole, and then, as he teased, I reminded him of the hundreds of guys that have pleasured themselves inside me and unloaded a breeding load. That was it! The inspiration for him to go balls deep in one single hard push. He had told me he was a big precummer and he was so right. He had lubed my cunt with his precum as he slid his full 8 inches in and out. I fucking love when a guy totally pulls out and thrusts back in repeatedly. Totally owning the hole he’s using. I got his full 8inches with every hot thrust. He even managed to give me some verbal... acknowledgement that I was a fucking whore who clearly loves to be used by strangers and he noticed I was good at it too. He slapped my ass hard and continued to pound it before slowing down the pace. He was enjoying himself and his precum made for the perfect lube. Then he was ready for the main event and went for it. This wasn’t just a guy using my cunt to slide in and out he wanted to give me a hard fucking. I told him he knew what I wanted and he clearly did and I wasn’t disappointed. I told him to dump his load and breed my PrEP free hole and he agreed that was a big turn on as he squirted a huge load inside me. He was one of those guys that know how to carry on pumping, dumping and fucking a load deep inside. And just to finish perfectly he grabbed the pen and with his dripping dick still inside me he wrote CUM DUMP on my ass cheek. When he had emptied his hot load he pulled out and said he def wants another turn and was going to watch who came in when he left! The he got dressed and left. It was less than 2 mins later when the next guy arrived. He simply unzipped and pushed his dick into me and the previous guys load. I could feel the cum oozing out amid the horny sound of squelching jizz. He plowed me good and although not as big as the previous guy it was horny as fuck knowing they must have passed each outside and had both used me. This guy fucked differently and didn’t last long. Using a cummy hole and taking sloppy seconds clearly turned him on. I heard him murmur as he prepared to breed me. Then some hard thrusts as he shot his load. I had an extra buzz knowing I’d been used and double loaded by strangers and my cunt was totally PrEP free! He tagged my other cheek with SLUT CUM PIG and left! 2 loads in 20 minutes is good going, even for me!

Talk about wild and wildly different sexual encounters! If I were talking to Alex right now, I'd tell him to get off his ass and do something serious about finding Max before he completely falls apart -- and before Liam gets so attached to Alex that he can't let Alex go.

Had a regular call me this morning wanting some relief, told him to come around. Opened the front when the door bell rung, he was already unzipping his shorts and pulling his cock out, told me to bend over the lounge, which I did, he spat on my hole and thrusted his cock into me, 5 minutes later he had dumped his load, smacked my ass, called me a dirty slut and left. Had cum running down my leg, but wow it felt good being used for a quick morning fuck.

It depends on whether you told the sub you would come fuck him in ten hours. Once upon a time, a man’s word meant something. A man was judged by whether he would do what he said he would do. That’s important, because other people invest their valuable time, energy, resources and opportunities based on trust in a man says. But when people can no longer trust that any man will do what he says he will do, communal interaction based on trust ceases to function, and society erodes. If you’re a man of honor, and you told the bottom you would fuck him in ten hours, either keep your word or explain yourself. If you’re not willing to keep your word, don’t offer the fuck.

I had a really good night Friday night at Steam, took 5 cocks and was loaded by 2 different twinks. The last twink felched me bred me and felched me again. I also had my cock in several asses and bred and then felched another bear before I went home. Last night was slow, I got fucked by 7 guys but not bred and stayed way too long hoping things would pick up.

Lately I serve mostly at a local video store or at steamworks. I was at the video store yesterday and was doing my usual cruise. Not much there. Regulars that are primarily bottoms like me. I sucked a couple guys off but of course my goal is to leave with a hot load in me. I had dinner plans at 5:30p so at 4:30 I did a final walk around and was on my way. Just as I was leaving I saw a hot man standing looking at the boards where all of the movies were on display. He was looking at bi porn so I knew he was in to men. Most that are there are. In Chicago we currently have to wear masks so you have to rely on eye contact to get a man interested. I did the raise my brow thing to let him know I was interested. Lol. I walked into a booth and I turned around to see he was following me. He came in and I quickly put a couple of dollars in the machine. He took off his coat ( yes it’s getting cold here) and unbuttoned his pants. He then grabbed me by the waste and pulled me closer. He reached up and took his mask off so I did the same. He was the most beautiful man and I was almost in shock that he was in a booth with me. I wasn’t sure all of what he was into so I just followed his lead. Where I come from if a man unbuttons his pants but does nothing else it’s the bottoms job to take over. Of course I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing boxer briefs that I quickly pulled down to see his beautiful cock. He wasn’t the biggest or fattest I have ever had but it was nice. About 8 and had some good girth. I quickly did what any good bottom does and got down on my knees and put his manhood in my mouth. He was semi hard so it didn’t take long to suck him to fully hard. I reached in my pocket and took a hit of poppers and of course offered some to my top. He said no and I continued to make love to his cock with my mouth. I would have been happy if that is where it ended but he stood me up and turned me around and pulled down my pants. I was wearing a jock so he left that on and started to rub his hand up and down my crack settling on my pussy. I of course pushed back letting him know I was ready. E got down on his knees and started eating my pussy out. I was in heaven. It’s rare that guys want to eat me out in this setting so I was very happy. As he was eating me the management came and started banging on the door so I reached down and put in a 10 so the machine wouldn’t turn off for a while. He stood up behind me and started to rub his cock on my pussy so I knew he wanted to breed me. I was praying he didn’t want to use a condom but if he did I would probably have gone with it because he was that hot. He didn’t and started to enter me. I took another hit of poppers and as a good bottom should, I asked him if he wanted some. This time he took a big hit and slid inside me. As you bottoms know there is nothing better than feeling a mans pubic hair on your ass. He started slow and steady. I started to moan which set him off. He was so verbal saying things like “ you like my cock?” And “ you have a hungry pussy.” Both of which made me back up in it harder. At one point he pulled out and said he didn’t want to cum yet. That’s a great compliment for a bottom. He was enjoying using me. He stood me up turned me around and started to kiss me. Still talking dirty to me about how good my pussy felt and how hot he thought I was. We kissed for a while and I whispered “ please breed me.” He turned me around and bent me over and slid his cock back in me with ease of course. He started to fuck me harder asking me where I wanted his load. I kept saying “don’t pull out” please! And he kept pounding. He said he was going to cum and started to hold my hips as he pushed in as far as he could. We stayed in our positions until I could feel him pull out. I turned around and gave him a kiss and thanked him. He didn’t say you are welcum or thank you like some men say. I thought I would still take the chance and ask if he wanted me to clean him up. He said of course so I got down on my knees took my time cleaning him. He stood me up and started to pull his pants back on. I asked if he would be interested in playing again and he said yeah. We exchanged numbers and left. I always leave it up to the man to make the next move and we will see if he texts me or not.

Couch Surfer As I sat down to start work on Wednesday, Gabriel came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. It wasn't something that he'd done before and I wondered what was up. He cleared his throat and said "A friend is coming to visit so I'm going to be at my mom's house this weekend with him." I stopped and turned back to him. "It's up to you, but why not stay here? Even if you guys want to fuck, you know I don't mind. Even better if you do it when I'm here" I said with a chuckle. After all this time, I didn't think he knew how much it turned me on to know he was having sex with other guys. "You sure? I don't want to impose on your crib..." he replied. "It's kinda 'our' place now if you haven't noticed. You're on the left side of the closet and I'm on the right. Your toothbrush is red, mine is blue" I replied, grinning. I didn't get a response right away, so I said "He can sleep on the couch unless you want him to join us in the bedroom. I've never done a multi-day three way..." "Oh, fuck no. He's a friend. We failed horribly as boyfriends but it works as just... friends. I think you'll like Antoine" he said. "Gotcha. Either way, he's welcome to stay here. It might freak your mom out if you stay over there for more than a day now. She seems to like us living together, as sinful as it is. She even called me her son-in-law at lunch Sunday" I told him before laughing again. He shook his head and I could sense he was embarrassed about her comments. "Ok... He will be here tomorrow morning and leaving Sunday. You sure it's ok?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm sure" I replied before turning back to work. Thursday, I left for the office and wondered what I would come home to. I hadn't even seen a picture of the guy, so when I walked in that night I didn't know what to expect. The first thing I noticed was the delicious aroma that I could smell down the hall. The second was the hot guy in my kitchen. He was a couple inches shorter than me, but built. His tee could barely hold his muscles in and it extended to the tree trunk legs. "Hey, I'm Antoine. Thanks for lettin' me crash here" he said. I reached out to shake his hand but he came closer and gave me a hug. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body and I felt ashamed of my crappy gym regimen, but enjoyed the feeling of his taught body in my arms. While it was a firm hug, it was balanced with the soft touch of his hands. From his facial features I could tell that he was a mixed guy like me, with just fewer ethnicities in the mix. Our skin was almost the same shade but he had a full head of cropped black hair and no beard. "Glad you could come visit. Gabriel was really happy you were coming" I replied. "I've been looking forward to seeing him for months. I finally got a break and was able to come visit. I've missed that moth... guy so much" he said. I had to chuckle that he checked his words trying not to offend me. "He does have a way of sinking his claws into you, doesn't he" I said, smiling. He let go of me and then started plating my dinner. "Nothin fancy, but I figured I'd make something good for you. Gabriel said you don't eat good on days you go to the office" he said, setting the meal down on the table. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. I handed one to him and we toasted "To a fun weekend." The food was delicious and I asked "So, you're a chef?" "I used to be. Hated the stress. Now I work construction. Framing, mostly" he replied. After dinner, I poured another glass and sat down on the couch. "Well, no matter what the BS is, do what ya love" I replied. Antoine took the other end of the couch and before long we were both buried in apps on our phones. I really wasn't looking to hookup, but I liked to see who's around and keep an eye out for any fresh meat. I was looking over my third app and got a ding on one of the first two. "Damn hot profile u must be in same bldg says 50ft away" the message said. I looked over the profile and realized quickly it was Antoine. Even without a face pic, I recognized his body. I even mentally undressed him to compare the body next to me and the pics I saw. "Damn hot urself sometimes dist is wrong u lookin?" I replied. His face was buried in his phone which meant he couldn't see the grin on my face. I figured I'd toy with him a little before I broke the news to him. "yeah not sure I can get away tonight cant host" was his next message. I looked over the other info in the profile and liked what I saw. I wasn't sure about fucking Gabriel's friend but still wanted to poke a little more, at least verbally. "can poss host ur profile says neg u on prep? only fuck raw here" I sent back. "k no prep prefer bb n poz" he replied. I almost choked when I read that and wondered if that wasn't the reason he was visiting - to get Gabriel to knock him up. "u sure? no meds here. v toxic" was my next message. "fuk yah hung 2 u can wreck my azz good send me home knocked up lol" he answered. A few seconds later I got another message "what floor? can be ready in 20." Without waiting for a reply, I saw Antoine nervously look over and get up off the couch. He went over to his bag by the window and rummaged around for a few things. I was looking out the side of my eye and when he started walking over to the bathroom in the hall, I cleared my throat and said "Use the bathroom in the bedroom. It's got a shower shot in there." "Wwwwwwha.... whacha mean?" he stammered out, obviously surprised at my comment. "You meetin' up with thickninenhard?" I asked. He was visibly shocked and it took him a a few seconds to put it all together. "You? I was fuckin talkin' to you?" he asked. Now I saw panic in his eyes. I, however, had a grin on my face. "Yeah. That's me. My offer is still good if ya want. We can keep it just between us two... Gabriel and I are open and don't tell each other about all of our side action" I said. My cock began to grow in my jeans and really needed more room. I rubbed over the bulge, trying to get the shaft to snake down my leg. "Shit... Don't say nothin' to Gabriel... He'd freak if he knew some of the shit I've been doin'" Antoine said. "Like wanting to get charged up? Or ya just like the risky sex? Either way, I'm not saying anything unless you want me to. So far, nothin's happened so its just some dirty fantasy talk, right?" I replied as I grinned back at him. He nodded and seemed to be getting less worried by the second. I'd given him an easy way to back out and he also knew I wasn't going to tell Gabriel I was trying to knock up his friend. With no response I said "Clean out good, cuz I like to go deep and I'm not into shit. Oh... let me know which it is when you're done." I saw him swallow hard and head towards the bedroom. Gabriel and I hadn't fucked all week and my balls were aching to unload. I heard the shower start up and figured I'd give him fifteen minutes and then I'd head in. I was pretty sure I didn't want to fuck him on our bed, but I did want to be standing in there naked when he came out of the bathroom. I knew from the last time, Gabriel's nose would be able to smell his scent on the sheets and that's not how I wanted the evening to end. The leather couch would be easier to clean, anyway. "So, chasin' the bug or just like rollin' the dice?" I asked as he came out of the bathroom naked. I could see it was hard for him to admit what he really wanted. As he came closer I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and held tight. I guided his sexy body back into the living room and toward the couch we'd been on earlier. I stopped short and said "On your knees and suck." It was more of a command than anything and he followed orders. I was kind of surprised, since he didn't seem like the submissive type, but you never know. Antoine was one of those guys that explores a cock and balls with his tongue before getting to the sucking stage. It felt damn good and he made sure to cover every square millimeter of my cock and nut sack. I hadn't showered since the morning and I knew there was going to be a little funkiness under the foreskin but it didn't slow him down. Based on his moans, it was actually turning him on. My exposed cockhead glistened in the light before he released the foreskin and took my cock into his mouth. He worked his way down, bobbing on it a minute and then pulling off completely and starting over. Each time he'd go down further and when my cock slid into his throat, it went in a lot easier than I expected. He spent a few more minutes sucking down the full length and giving an occasional squeeze with his throat. With no response to my question, I decided that my goal was to send him home fully knocked up. I held his head and he stopped sucking as I slowly pulled my cock clear of his lips. I gave a gentle tug to his arm and Antoine stood up. I handed the bottle of poppers that I'd set out while he showered and he took a few long hits to each side. Setting them down, I turned him to the couch and said "Last chance to stop..." He shook his head no, still unable to verbalize his desires. I bent him over the edge of the couch, angled slightly so his face was over the back cushion. He spread his legs and braced while I admired his muscled ass. One spit covered finger slipped in and I knew he was no stranger to getting fucked. Less than a minute later two were in, twisting around. I scraped my nails a bit and he didn't flinch. With a lot of guys, I wouldn't think of trying to fuck them without getting three fingers in, but the first two went in so easily I figured he could take it. I guided my cock to his hole, pulling back the foreskin so the bare head was nestled against the pucker. My left hand took it's place between his shoulders and the hard muscles didn't yield a bit. I slowly slid my hand up on the back of his head and pushed his face into the cushion and a second later, I thrust my hips forward. His scream was muffled by the cushion as were the next few until I was balls deep. I could feel him squirm and spasm underneath me and I held my cock fully inside him. "That's a good chaser. Probably tore you up good already. Now lets see how good that hot ass feels to fuck" I growled at him. He settled down after a few minutes and I let up on his head as I began to rock my hips. Grabbing onto his hips, my thrusts got longer and his hole slowly relaxed and felt slicker. My cock always leaked more pre when I knew I was fucking a neg guy. I knew he hurt based on the groans he was now making but slowly they slipped into moans. Once he got to that point, he tried to work his ass around my shaft. There were a few painful gasps from his mouth but it never made me change my rhythm and he never asked me to slow down or stop. After almost thirty minutes of drilling his hole, my balls started to tighten up. I knew this would be a big load and I hoped he'd keep it in until at least until Gabriel got home. I quickened the pace and that just got me closer. I heard him whine when he felt my cock swell even thicker and I gave him a few more strokes before driving in all the way. Spurts of my bug laden seed flooded his guts. A few haggard thrusts milked out another shot or two before I collapsed on his back. "You better spread my bug once you're poz" I whispered in his ear. He whined out "mmhmm" as I stood back up. I carefully pulled my cock out of his ass, pushing a few strands of cum back in. "Clench and stay there" I told him as I grabbed a plug out of the toy box I kept behind the couch. "Keep that in as long as you can. I want all of it to absorb" I said, chuckling afterward. I left him there a second before I told him "Now... clean my dick." He scrambled to his knees and took one lick up my shaft. "Shit" he said. "Not clean?" I asked, taking him literally. "No... you really did wreck my ass. I taste blood" he replied before licking the rest of the cum, blood and ass juice off my cock and balls. "That's what you asked for... along with what floor I was on" I said chuckling. When he was done, I backed away and said "Let's get showered before Gabriel gets home. While we were showering, he asked "You fuck Gabriel like that?" "Nah, it depends on our mood, but rarely that rough. I save those kinds of fucks for guys like you" I replied. I didn't want to tell him Gabriel was poz, that was Gabriel's decision to make, but I'm sure he could figure it out. We dried off and I just tossed on some basketball shorts and went commando. He pulled on some cargo shorts and reached for his tee. "No shirt. I want to admire that neg body a bit, knowing what's happening inside" I said before giving out a sinister laugh. The next day, Gabriel and Antoine went out sightseeing and came back just before three, making Gabriel rush through the shower before running off to work. I fucked Antoine twice that night, once at six and once at ten, not letting him get dressed until after his late night breeding. He was pretty eager too, heading off to the shower before Gabriel was in the elevator. I fucked him on his back that night, though, so I could see the lust and desire in his eyes. There's nothing like the look in a chaser's eyes as you dump a charged load in their ass. Saturday, the three of us went out early and hit a museum and then a restaurant for lunch. The night was a replay of the day before, but it was obvious that Antoine's ass was sore. He never got to the moaning stage on the last fuck, groaning in pain the whole time. The plug went in a lot easier than it did on the first night, too. As we sat on the couch afterwards, he turned and said "Thanks. I'm gonna remember this weekend." Sunday was a sexless day and in the afternoon, when when we were on the train to the airport, I gave him my hookup phone number. We had left at the same time Gabriel headed to work, so there wasn't any time to send him on his flight with one more load trying to charge him up. I told him to let me know if the bug took and ask if he had questions. He looked surprised, the sober reality of our fucks coming to the front. One last hug and he was off to his plane and I headed back to the train.

Part three The next few days were a blur. Roger had taken me home, thankfully to an empty house. He started the shower and pushed me in. Then to my surprise climbed in after me. He soaped me down all the while his hard cock knocking into my sudsy skin. I turned my back to him pulling his arms tight around me. "Its okay," I said, "go for it." He wasted no time pushing himself into me. "Oh man you feel so good, all that hot cum inside you. I love it." I was shocked after a night of being fucked and then fisted that I could still feel aroused. Roger was nuzzling my neck and his right hand drifted to my rapidly inflating cock. "Cum is the best lube he moaned." I had to admit he had a point, nothing else in my sexual life had prepared me for the feeling of being fucked bareback and loaded. I only wish it had been my choice. I pulled Roger's hand off my cock so he could concentrate on fucking me. He held me close grinding his crotch with an ever increasing tempo. "Roger," I cooed, "do you like me." "I think I love you," he growled into the back of my head. His orgasm was approaching. I pulled away to face him. "What are you...," I interrupted him with a kiss. "Prove it." I grabbed his face and made him look at me. "Prove you care for me. Help me." I kissed him hard. "I need you." Roger cracked a sweet smile and waggled his hips into me. "I got you covered man, whatever you need." "Promise." "I solemnly swear," he held up a hand Boy Scout style and then effortlessly turned and re-entered me in one smooth move. This time the fucking was a dick rampage and I had to brace myself against the tiles. Roger was hitting all the right places. I just sort of melted into him and the hands free orgasm that rolled through my bones left me weak-kneed and in danger of kissing the bath matt. Roger had my back, partly so he could finish nutting in my hole. I watched Roger's peacefully sleeping face as I picked up my phone and punched in a number I swore I'd never use. It had been a long time since I heard the voice on the line but no matter, I had a lot to say. Mark was gone for five days. It was no mystery, checking my credit card activity I saw he had flown to New Orleans for a stay at the Ritz. Sadly he returned Friday evening in full form. Sam followed close behind a brutish smile smeared across his face. "Well babe," Mark drawled, "Looks like you have a fan." He gave my chin a friendly tap and dropped to recline on the bed still in his shoes. He knew I hated it when he did that. "One of them gangbangers at the party took a shine to your ass and has requested a special date, just the three of us...plus him." "And his checkbook," chimed in Sam. They both laughed. Mark hopped off the bed to face me. "Saturday night. You know what to do, be ready by eight pm. Now get the fuck out my room before I slap that stupid look off your face." I fled before Sam could decide he'd rather I stayed and smiled the whole way to the guest room. You know what they say about a date, two's company, three's a crowd and four....well... that's a party and I had a few more names to add to the guest list. All day Saturday the weather was shit and by evening the storm clouds rolled in releasing sheets of rain. Mark and Sam, however, were in high spirits as they drove me to our date with the gangbanger. I was, as requested, dressed in a pale grey suit. I chose a periwinkle shirt and matching socks. No one ever confused me with straight. Our destination was a non-descript building in the middle of no where. The knock was swiftly answered by a silent goon and we were led to a room modestly furnished with a sofa, comfortable chairs and a bar. Mood lighting gave the space a warm glow and we were told to make ourselves comfortable. Once seated our host, a man in his sixties with still dark hair slicked to his scalp entered the room. "Gentlemen, I am gratified to have you." He inclined his head. "Thank you for coming. May I offer you a drink?" he gestured to the bar. Mark and Sam made their choices and after a long look from our host I declined. "A toast is in order," the man raised his glass, "to our favorite party favor, may this night be to his liking." Mark and Sam gave each other puzzled look but eagerly downed the excellent scotch. "Thank you Uncle Ruben," I said carefully watching my boyfriend for his reaction. It took a moment to register. "What the fuck!" Sam was the first to react. Uncle Ruben nodded. "Its quite true. Maternal uncle that is and quite the black sheep of the family. When my nephew called me from out of the blue you could have knocked me over with a feather." Mark, poor greedy stupid Mark, wasn't catching on. "You're a sick fuck," he was amused more than horrified. "Boning your own nephew, that's screwed up." He chortled obviously loving idea. Sam cuffed him on the shoulder. "I don't think that's what this is." He looked back and forth between my uncle and I like an idiot at a tennis match. "Correct," Uncle Ruben was about to set the stage for me. "My nephew had quite a story to tell me," he stood hands at his back staring down my boyfriend and his lover. "Of course I wasn't too thrilled to hear he was faggot but I'm a modern man and he's family so there you go. And when it comes to family," he punched his chest passionately, "my family....no one and I mean no one fucks with them and gets a way with it." I smiled, truly smiled for the first time in many days. "You boys messed with the wrong clan," Uncle Ruben shrugged with his arms wide open, "and now you two are well and truly fucked." And with that walked away leaving me with two stunned and speechless assholes who little understood how bad things were about to get for them. Sam jumped to his feet. "I'm getting the fuck out of here." Without bothering to wait for Mark he made for the door only to have his progress hindered by the goon. "Its no use Sam," I informed him. "Please have a seat." I pointed to the cushion next to Mark. "The drugs you just imbibed will have you unconscious in short order and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself in the fall." Marked peered into his glass a look of horror creasing his handsome face. Sam sat down in silent anger after hurtling the tumbler across the room. The pear shaped notes of it shattering against the concrete was music to my ears and as if on cue muffled thunder rolled over the roof electrifying the air with the promise of destruction. I don't think I ever felt more alive. Mark was the first to drop off. I had a speech prepared but it was not necessary. He slumped against Sam who promptly pushed him away, the empty tumbler rolling onto the plush carpet. Sam remained silent while I retrieved the glass then energetically hurled it across the room to join its companion. I shouted with manic joy before the echo of the pulverized crystal could be stifled by the growing storm. Sam's eyes drowned in panic before he too keeled over. Sadly being seated did not help. He crashed to floor knocking his head on the coffee table. That was going to leave a bruise I thought as I helped myself to a sparkling water. I needed to keep hydrated for the evenings festivities. Sam was first to awaken with a sudden intake of breath. He tried to focus his eyes on Roger as the needle was removed from his arm and Roger moved to stand beside me. "You backstabbing son of a bitch," Sam spat at my grinning friend. "We paid you more than enough to help us." He struggled maniacally at the restraints keeping him manacled to the sling. "God damn greedy faggot," he continued to bellow, "I am going to break your fucking neck." With a gesture from me the goon slapped Sam hard enough to loosen teeth and he quieted down nicely. "Dude," Roger was actually apologetic. "Do you even know how rich this guy is," he pointed at me and winked. "I couldn't say no to that much cash. You understand." "That's right Sam. I am loaded or at least my family is." From inside my suit coat I removed an oddly shaped set of pliers and began to play with it. "You see Mark assumed I was a trust fund baby who spent afternoons trotting around on polo ponies and eating cucumber sandwiches." From my other pocket I removed a coarse but tiny rubber band and began to fit it over a set of four prongs on the pliers. I went on, "but here's the thing Sam. I grew up in Texas. Our ponies weren't used for polo." I scissored the pliers making the band expand and retract. " Texas is known for two things Sam, cattle and oil. Lucky me we had plenty of both, hence all that cash I get to throw around when I am in the mood." Sam couldn't take his eyes off my toy. I could not blame him for that considering what I was planning on doing with it. "Do you know what this is Sam," I held the pliers for closer inspection. "While you spent your time knocking up your wife and Mark was roofying high school jocks I was on a horse following my father around the ranch. Days spent in the saddle has a way of toughening a guy up wouldn't you say." "And some of those days were spent turning bulls into steers." I scrutinized the castration pliers like it was a work of art. "I don't think I need to explain how it works." The look Sam gave me confirmed my suspicion but I went on. "It's relatively painless. Once the band is released around the scrotum," I waved the tool in the general direction of Sam's nads as he squirmed gratifyingly ,"tissue begins to die within sixty seconds. After less than ten minutes the damage is irreversible." Sam stammered, "You can't, you aren't....I mean you're not going to...." he trailed off too horrified by the possibilities to continue. "That Sam, is up to you." I rounded the sling so I could face him properly. "Unlike your decision to drug and gang rape me I am going to give you a choice. Choice number One is to slowly have your balls choked of life and drop off or," I pointed to a nearby curtain with a flourish, "you can see what's behind door number two." Sam gave the briefest of nods. "Roger if you would do the honors." Roger pulled the cord revealing Sam's 26 year old son Sam Jr. stripped, out cold and also strapped into a sling.

Made a discreet profile on a4a to get around my boyfriend because he hasn’t put out for some time. We are monogamous.. so I have to be really careful. He’s a bottom only type and has a small dick, but mine is decent and love dropping a load in him. Used to drop my babies in him often. Now he’s just holding out on me all the time. I’m a thick white 6’ blu eyes brown hair, hairy guy. I’m a slut and don’t have a type as long as we can get naked and get off. back to the present. I find another guy that is also looking to hook up on the DL on a4a. He’s 5’10” good looking black top, thick 8”. walked to his place, which is in my neighborhood, smoke some weed, and let him fuck me on his partners bed. Doesn’t take him long to drop his load in me.

Hey Guy's... As I posted earlier, I had an idea of where this story would be going but wasn't sure if I could/should continue it. I had this in the back of my head and wanted to see it through as my characters seem to take on a life of their own when I write and I want to see what happens to them. It won't be as long as my previous story but I promise that I'll finish it at a point that can be construed as an ending. I know that I've said "The End" in the previous chapter... hence the "A Continuation" in the titles going forward which I also did with Daddy's Cuntboy too. Think of this as a sequel. Whore 4 – A Continuation I sat there on my haunches next to Daddy taking it all in.... knowing that I was in my element. Only months before I was just another high-priced escort but I was now transformed... I served cock. The combination of steroids I was on and the chems flowing through me kept me on edge until I let out a low growl. Bending down, Daddy grabbed me by my collar and shoved my face in his crotch and laughed, “Fucking horned up slut." Seeing my dripping cock cage, boy growled. “Damn, Boss. He’s fucking dripping.” Ignoring boy, Daddy stared forward at the crowd and simply stated, “I gotta piss, drain me.” Instantly, my tongue moved under his codpiece and quickly released his thick shaft. Letting out a moan, I began licking at the thick cockhead and tonguing his piss slit before deep throating it. “Good whore... take it all.” Daddy said as a torrent of piss erupted from his shaft and poured down my throat. Moaning with pleasure, he grabbed my collar and forced my now open throat to fully accept him... “Keep it up, whore.” Then I felt it... a hot stream of piss hitting the top of my head and sloshing down my entire body. “Fucking whore...” boy growled, “Boss, we hit the jackpot.” The river of boy’s chem piss drenched my body as I continued to take my Daddy’s bodily fluids into me. The streams of piss just kept on coming. Continuing on, I fed on the hot piss while relishing on the humiliation of being pissed on by boy. A crowd was gathering around us but I didn’t care. I concentrated on the moment...then it hit me and I took Daddy’s cock to the root realizing this is where I wanted to be... no... where I needed to be. Relaxing his grip on my collar, Daddy’s piss slowed to a trickle and he removed his cock from my mouth. With the last drops sliding past my taste buds and down my throat, I dutifully secured the codpiece over his cock. I bowed my head and closed my eyes. I could feel boy’s cooling piss covering me and pooling around me. The attention from the crowd wasn’t lost on me. This was beyond what I had experienced in the shop. Daddy had confirmed the control he had on me to the public... not just those who had been in the shop where it was just another normal day. Feeling boy behind me, I opened my eyes as his piss-soaked hand moved across my pecs and gathered the cooling piss and placed it to my lips... the scent of chems and piss hit me. Without hesitating, I lapped at the cold acrid piss until his hand was clean. “Yep, a jackpot.” boy chuckled, falling to his knees behind me and pushing me forward onto all fours. As his fingers moved down my back toward my plugged cunt, I winced from the asphalt cutting into my knees. “Fucking beautiful hungry cunt.” he grunted to no one in particular... or so I thought at the time. Leaning in, he spread my asscheeks to expose the metal base of the plug surrounded by my swollen cunt lips and began to play with my heavy cuntplug. “Fuck me!” I yelled, feeling the vibrations moving through the walls of my now hungry cunt. “Please!” “That’s the plan whore,” boy snarled, removing my cuntplug out in one strong pull. “Now put on a fucking good show.” “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips split wide open. “Fucking hungry cunt!” boy grinned, seeing my swollen, red and tender wrecked cunt. “It fucking needs a cock.” “Shit yeah, boy!” I moaned as he brought his lips to my pulsing swollen cunt lips and began licking and biting them. Boy’s warm tongue began to thrust and lap up the cunt juices flowing out from my pulsing cunt. Quickly, boy pushed his now hard cock through my cunt lips. I winced ... the roughness of his assault sending waves of pain throughout. I held my breath, knowing that it would soon be replaced pleasure. His cock continued to invade my cunt until I felt the now familiar knot begin to slip past my cunt lips. Holding still at this point, boy leaned down on my back and whispered in my ear, “Fucking tell everyone what the fuck you are.” Feeling his knot about to invade my cunt, I yelled out, “I’M A FUCKING WHORE!” “YEAH! YOU ARE!” boy proclaimed to the large crowd surrounding us. Unable to resist, I pushed my cunt against the hard knot and it slid past my cunt lips producing a white-hot pain until I felt his smooth crotch resting against my tender cunt lips. Exhaling at the combination of intense pleasure and pain, my knees buckled and I collapsed on the asphalt and was pinned down by the weight of boy’s body on top of me. Slowly boy pulled his cock out and stretched my cunt and then pushed back in. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged boy, raising my ass to take his cock as the crowd surrounding us grew. The assault continued and I could hear the crowd’s enthusiasm grow at the scene before them... “Fuck yeah!... Fucking whore!... Shit! I want that cunt!” and other exclamations escaped the lips of our audience. As the pain reduced, I began to moan from the pleasure of boy’s cock and I began to fuck myself on the hard cock as the hard wet slapping of my ass cheeks against boy’s shaved crotch filled the air around the circle of admirers. That’s when it hit me... I was here for the pleasure of these men. Quickly, I raised my leg and flipped boy so that he was on his back on the rough asphalt and I was on top. Surprised, boy smiled and I started to ride his cock as the sharpness of the asphalt surface tore into his back. Feeling the stinging pain, “Fuck yeah, whore!” boy growled as my caged cock flopped against his hard abs. His cock continuously sent a wave of pleasure up my spine with every thrust as he hit the spot deep within my cunt. I continued riding boy’s swollen cock until I felt my cuntwalls begin to pulse and a torrent of cum leaked out of my caged cock and covered my ball sac. My cunt lips clenched on boy’s shaft sending him over the top until the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed boy and his cock released a torrent of red-hot cum into my throbbing cunt as a loud roar came from the crowd. Knowing I was still knotted to boy, we continued on the ground while my sweat dripped down onto boy’s taut body. All the while, I watched Daddy speaking to the men in the crowd and handing out more of the white cards to some. Finally feeling boy’s knot releasing me, I stood up and smiled down at the boy’s beautiful cock settling down on his muscled abs. “Fuck whore,” boy smiled, "You never cease to amaze me.” Scooping up the load of cum running down my thighs, I moaned, “MMMMmmm... I have to admit I amaze myself, too.” Lost in the moment, I suddenly felt my asscheeks being parted and the feel of heavy metal against my wrecked cunt lips. Growling, I bent over expecting my cuntplug but I quickly realized that it wasn’t my usual one. “You’re right whore, it’s not...” Daddy chuckled bending me further over, “Time for an upgrade.” Obediently, I spread my legs and arched my back to accept the “upgrade.” Moving to my face, Daddy held the new cuntplug in front of me. My eyes widened... I had seen this one in the product catalogue but we’ve never carried it. It was huge... 22.4 oz with a 7-inch circumference. “This will have to do for now, whore.” Daddy laughed, “I’ve checked around to see if I can get a customized one later on.” I stared at the cuntplug... well “my cuntplug.” I have to admit that in the back of mind, I had fantasized about a larger one for a while. I stared into my Daddy’s green eyes and sighed. “Thanks Daddy. It’s time. I’ve wanted one.” “Good whore,” Daddy smiled, handing my cuntplug to boy. “Go on, boy.” “Yes, Boss,” answered, scrambling to grab the cuntplug and moving behind me. “Fucking whore,” boy muttered and pushed the plug past my cunt lips and worked it into me until it was secure. “Yes!” I gasped, feeling the added weight now filling me as I started coming down from the chems. “Please!” I begged. Laughing at me, Daddy smiled, “Soon whore... soon.” and clipped my leash to my collar and handed it to boy. Boy stood, held my leash and paraded me around the crowd. “Gentlemen,” Daddy loudly announced. The auction will begin in one hour. Only those with the proper invitation will be allowed. It was then I realized it... those cards... the looks and whispers. I was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Seeing my reaction and the realization of what was happening, boy sharply tugged at my collar, forcing me to follow as he led me back to the store to where I was to be auction off.

I believe 99% of flakes are just holding out for a better option or have an overly inflated opinion of themselves. They’d rather not fuck and hold out for a guy who is “worthy of them. Not saying people have to have no standards, but if I want to be sexually repressed, I’ll get married. I have little patience online. If your waiting too long to respond, or indicate you’re trying to hook up, but have a bunch of excuses, I block.

I love being on my back with my head over the edge. Then a nice black cock fucking my throat. Yup that's me with my freind. Using my mouth and throat

Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy. I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up. Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake. I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights. I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole. Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF. Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit! I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work. Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now. I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar. So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave. Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam. He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything. "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers. Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy. I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say. He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness. Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing. I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass. Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass. It was a butt plug. Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth. Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole. Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed. I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it." I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video. The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend. The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock. The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart. Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form. Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick. "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side. I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed. Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart. The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth. The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him." "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month." "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night." "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal." An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like." "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly. "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin. "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun." Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble. Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on. As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp. Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story. Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life. Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me. Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud. And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this." "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey. Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?" I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh. "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered. Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face. Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded. In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist. The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me. Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole. He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute." A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole. The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening. The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside. My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over." My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice. I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled. "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed. I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies. Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us. I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up. The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top. At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat." "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?" Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening. "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock. Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery. Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room.

HOT start!

FUCK! Karma is a fucking bitch and this is so fucking hot.

Damn so many fat asses. This post is ass heaven lol.

Irving was a 56 year old man who was a chub. Who was also positive. He was not exactly eye candy. He was overweight, buck teeth and thinning red hair. Adam, was the love of Irving's life. Adam was 23, a muscular jock, with a 8 inch dick and a flat ass that Irving always fucked with a condom. He didn’t want Adam to become poz. Adam loved Irving, but was getting bored. Adam wanted more. As faith would have it, Adam met Kyle, a 24 year old man. A swimmers build, red hair, smooth body. A 7inch cock. Adam and Kyle almost immediately started having an affair. Kyle would tear Adam’s tight hole a part. Pumping him with his load. “Next time we fuck at your place.” Kyle said to Adam. Once Adam knew for sure that Irving was going to be out, he and Kyle were having sex all over the house. While Fucking in Irving’s study on top of his antique coffee table. I ring walked in on them. “Irving, I can explain.” “Explain what an ungrateful little slut you are?” Kyle, quickly got out and left. “I see you do like it raw.” Adam was no match for Irving, who weight over 256 pounds. Irving slammed Adam down.pulled down his pants, didn’t even use lube. Using Kyle’s cum. He went into the young man’s ass, and started fucking Adam. “Remember, your ass belongs to me.” “Since I stopped taking my meds,” I have a high t-cell count.” “Please, no Irving.” The young man pleaded. Irving kept going in and out. Until, he grunted and clasped on Adam’s back who had tears streaming down his face. ”From now on I fuck you raw.””you understand me, slut?” Adam whispered weakly. “yessir.”

I wonder if this would be better moved to a fetish discussion because, and I'm not trying to insult you, but you keep using language that reads as though you are fetishizing his difference and enjoyingspecifically how intimacy with him is different. This isn't a bad thing from our perspective, but from his and those like him it can actually be hurtful and harmful to the development of a better relationship if not discussed between partners. Honestly I'm beginning to fear for him because your fetishizing of him reads to be moving into predatory territory. Stop posting on this thread. Have a conversation with him. He is still a person with full agency over his life and desires. Bring him into this discussion that you've brought all of us into and develop your relationship with him.

The fear of HIV growing up and the guilt and [banned word] whenever I gave in and fucked without a condom really made me fetishize bareback sex. When watching porn I only watched bareback witch made my addiction bigger. When prep came along I thought "fuck it" I'm going all in. And I havent looked back since. Now Im bareback all the time - no exceptions. My mission is to have as much raw sex with as many men as possible. I feel pride in the numbers and love the feeling of being slutty

Thanks DT. I appreciate the encouragement. I write nearly every day but am somewhat lazy about getting things on the computer and then there’s editing. I truly love writing erotica and getting guys all hot and bothered. I find there is a lack of really piggy bareback porn literature out there. A lot of erotica is too vanilla for me. I prefer a gangbang over a love story most days, especially if I just want to jerk off. My goal is to publish at least one story a week on BZ. It’s s thrill to hear to all the different reactions from my readers. The only downside is all those loads spraying who knows where when they should be going in my ass. I earned them! Sigh. I think I should get to count them in my yearly tally anyway. Happy reading and wanking everybody. I will be back with more stories.

Fuck me, share me and film me Pretty simple 🙂 Hit me up if you're interested. e-mail or text cuminmyassdaddi@yahoo.com ‪(646) 470-6357‬

I’ve watched so many cruising videos where there’s more tops than bottoms at the location and the bottom gets 2 or 3 sexy average-Joe dads to fuck and breed without asking and I want that for myself. I need to find out where in any state are the best cruising spots, arcades/theaters, parks etc

Fuck! Nice one! That’s what I want! Thanks for sharing HardOne 💦😈☣️

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/dad-fucks-college-boy-xhcUQ1B

Different thouhts and feeling with every guy/meet.....fuck this is boring/I'm really not into you - hurry up, hurry up my mouth and/or legs are aching, please don't stop kissing me, pound me harder, use me as your slut, make love to me....

I'm not sure that the NNN fad came about out of any sense of sex being bad. From what I can tell, it was originally proposed as satire. Since then, I think there have been two threads supporting its existence. The first is the religious/conservative right, arguing that masturbation (and premarital sex) are harmful and/or sinful. They're taking it literally and trying to "play it straight". As far as I'm concerned, anyone dumb enough to fall for anything the religious right pushes probably doesn't deserve an orgasm. The second is the kink community's embracing of this for submissives, having them hold off from orgasm as a means of instilling self control. While that's not my kink, I can understand it, and don't see any problems with it (as with most kinks) as long as it's consensual.

With a busy work month of November, I'm very happy to get some bb fun. My Vietnamese-born vers pigson wanted to meet early today. So, I started to douche around 9 AM and was done and showered when he came over at 11 AM. Remember, he got his birthday fuck and seeding a few weeks ago when he turned 30. Today, he got to sucking my hard nipples and cock first. He had me lie on my back on the bed and went down on my hard cock. He did suck on each ball too. My cock is so rock hard. He pressed with his thumb on a spot below my balls but not yet at my crack. He kept pressing and I told him I couldn't last long. He didn't stop sucking and got a mouthful of hot cum from me. He cleaned off my cock and offered me a cummy kiss. HOT! He fucked me on my tummy and with my legs up too. I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles hoping he'd cum in me. He asked that I get on my tummy and shoved his cock in my hole. I put my legs together and squeezed his cock fucking me. I do moan when getting bred. His breath got short and he rammed his cock right to the end and spurted in me. We stayed in that position for a bit to savour the moment. He removed his cock still covered with a bit of cum that I cleaned off. He wanted to taste my ass. And I got to taste his cum plus my ass juices. BLISS!

Puh-leez - This story about a “study” (that isn’t cited) appears in the sensationalist rag The Sun and features as its expert source of information a plastic surgeon whose job is changing people’s noses. No potential conflict of interest or pecuniary motive there, no, just pure science. It’s crap. It’s the exact same thinking that compares ear size, hand size and foot size with penis size, the ludicrous assumption that if one protruding body part is large they should all be large, and vice versa. Utter genetic bilge. Nor do anecdotal accounts like the ones given in the report (of fictional characters, mind you) lend any weight to the notion - people will tend to notice and remark upon only those instances that confirm the bias in question because they match the pattern being looked for. See a hung guy with an average nose? People will ask themselves, Is his nose really small or not? Can’t say for sure... See a hung guy with a big honking schnoz? OMG It’s TRUE!! If you want to assess whether a man has a gifted endowment, his nose is not where you should be looking. The overwhelming consensus on these boards appears to be: 1) Look him in the eyes; 2) Look down at his crotch; 3) Look him in the eyes again; 4) Smile; and with any luck the truth will shortly be revealed.

WHAT A FUCKING HOT BEAUTIFUL STORY! WOULD I HAVE CHASED IT? FUCK YES I WOULD HAVE AND NEVER LOOKED BACK! FUCK YES!

Yes!!! So much fun. I travel a lot and try to hit all places I can find. A couple years ago I drove from Michigan to Florida to California to Oregon. I managed to take loads at 4 bathhouses, 2 ABS, 3 bars, 2 gay campgrounds, 2 gay resorts and 3 fuck buddies. I try cruising all the rest stops also but not a lot of action there. I will be doing the same trip in reverse next week and you can be sure I will be sniffing out all the cock I can manage. Oink 🐷

To find sadistic dom who pimp me out and advert as anal gangbang whore. At same time starts to wreck my anus and keep it stuffed 24/7 to make it loose gape hole. It takes time but final target is to ruin wreck skewer mutilate my anus permanently into useless non-functional non-controllable incontinent hole using every knowledge to achieve that. After that i will become useless for them and they abandon me.

Someone messaged me to breed my hole on my way home late last night. He fucked me and left me with a sore, loaded up hole next to garbage in a piss-smelling alleyway. Fuck, I felt filthy and happy.

When I came to I had no idea how long I had been out but that was nowhere near the first thought on my mind. The very first thing I was aware of was the indescribable sensual pleasure I was feeling in my body and filling up my mind. I felt an overwhelming pulsation of sexual need and bliss even as I was aware of a burning and stretching sensation just below the surface of my awakening mind and body. But even the slight uncomfortableness of the burning and stretching only added to the growing hunger and need seemingly taking over more and more of my body and mind as my head began to clear and I became more aware of what was going on. I realized with erotic pleasure that a muscled hairy sweaty body was pressing down hard against my back while lips, tongue and teeth were licking, kissing and biting the back of my sweaty neck. Before I even heard the gravelly masculine voice speaking hoarsely in my ear I knew it was Leather Daddy. But based on the words he wasn't talking to me. “How's that feel to you, pig boy?”, I heard him ask in a voice dripping with animal lust. “How do you like feeling your pig boi cock rubbing against your Daddy's fat raw dick inside your fucked up slut bro's manhole? Feels fucking fantastic don't it bitch?”. Before I could get my mind to catch up with hearing Daddy's words, I heard a deep panting sex-filled voice say from in front of and below my still-closed eyes, “Fuck yeah, Daddy!! I can't get enough of feeling your cock anytime any way. But feeling it thrusting and rubbing against mine inside bro's tight wet sexy hole is so much hotter than I imagined it when you told me we were going to do it! Before he sat down on my dick I'd never fucked an ass – ANY ass – before. Now I've fucked him and shot my cum and piss in him and NOW I'm fucking him again with YOU Daddy and your fat daddy dick! Gawd!! You are my Daddy, my Master. I'm your bottom sub pig and will do anything to please you Daddy! Anything you want as long as you let me have you in my holes!” “Oh fuck!”, I mumbled hearing what Trevor said and realizing these two big-dicked horny hairy tweaked out studs were DP'ing my ass! So damn fucking hot!! “Do it, you horny motherfuckers! DP my jock ass! Fuck me hard and deep and breed me! Please Daddy! Please Trevor! Fucking pound my hole and fill me up!” Fully alert now and still feeling and giving into the full pigginess released earlier from snorting the coke and riding Trevor's neg bottom pig cock and taking his cum and chem piss, I pushed back and down against Daddy's and Trevor's bare dicks deeply imbedded in my greedy fuckhole! “Glad you're back, boy”, Leather Daddy growled in my ear, followed by his thick wet tongue. Then, to Trevor, “Come on, pig, let's give your hot bro what he wants....and then it's back to him and me using you like the slutty little cock whore pig you are! And some special fun for both of my boys!” With that, I felt Daddy's teeth bite hard into the back of my neck, making me groan with lust and arch my back as he pulled back a little then slammed his fat POZ Daddy cock hard and deep into my stuffed hole! “Hell yeah, Daddy!”, Trevor answered back as I latched my lips onto his sweaty neck. “Let's fuck him and breed him. Then I need both of my sexy men using and filling my holes over and over and feeding your pig more and more cock and cum and piss and meth!” As I felt both men shifting their fucking into high gear I moved my body in sync with theirs, my only need and thought being how much I wanted to feel their thick raw cocks pounding my hole and how much I craved taking more of their combined tina cum and chem piss up inside my hole! My mouth found Trevor's, who readily opened his lips and sucked my tongue deep into the wet warmth of his face-hole, just as his dick was plowing deep and urgently into the wet warmth of my fuckhole. We moaned into each other as Daddy urged us on, telling us how sexy and sleazy hot it was watching both of his spun piggy pervy bois enjoying each other. I can't say if it was minutes or an hour or more – you know how tina fucks with time just like it fucks with everything else. But at some point I realized that all 3 of us were breathing harder and deeper and our movements were becoming less like strokes and more like twitches and spasms. My NEED for the two cocks impaling me to complete the sweet dark ride inside me compelled me to urge them on. “Oh fuck yeah you fucking horny sexy fuckers!!”, I cried out as I began squeezing the muscles in my ass tighter against their jackhammering dicks. “I can feel it. I can feel your cocks getting close to exploding! Do it you nasty [banned word]! Do it damn it! Cum in me! Breed my tight wet fucked-up fuckhole with your hot cumloads! Give me every fucking hot nasty dirty drop!! Mix your fucking cum together in my ass and fucking KNOCK ME UP!! Oh gawd, yeah fucking DO ITTTTTTTTTT!!!!” My begging and working my ass muscles to squeeze and masturbate their cocks with my hole, set them both off. “Oh yeah, bro!” Trevor screamed. “I'm there dude! Oh gawd I'm cumming in your ass again! Take it bro! Fucking take my cum! Every damn fucking drop! Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! UUUUUUUUghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” I felt his thick hard pig boi's cock pulse and throb inside my ready cumdump as he shot what felt like another massive load deep inside my guts, grabbing my waist in his strong hands as he thrust his hips up, driving his spewing dick deeper into me. While I was still feeling Trevor's cock releasing his neg sperm into me, I felt Daddy raise up behind me, grabbing my waist, his hands over Trevor's, as he pulled back and with no waiting drilled his bone-hard cumfilled POZ dick roughly and painfully into my stretched, flooded and stuffed jock hole, dumping a huge hot load of unmedicated POZ Daddy cum into my welcoming hole!! Another toxic recharge from my Leather Daddy. Hell fucking yeah!! We lay there together like that, sweaty heaving bodies, our naked flesh pressed against each other. Finally, Daddy stirred and turning my head back toward him pressed his lips to mine and slid his sexy tongue into my accepting mouth. Pulling his lips from me he used his hand to pull Trevor's face up to his from beside my shoulder and slid his tongue inside Trevor's mouth, tasting him too. Ending the kiss with Trevor he smiled at both of us in a way that made my ass spasm around his withdrawing cock. “Let's take a break boys and get something to drink....before we start the next round.” He winked at us as I felt both dicks exit my sore and satisfied hole. (….more to come??)

I stayed impaled on the sub pig's still-rockhard cock trying to catch my breath, feeling him lightly continuing to thrust his hips upward pushing his neg cum deeper into my welcoming hole. Then suddenly BAMMMM!!! The rush of all the fucking chems accumulated in his system since Friday night and all of that concentrated cargo blasted inside my guts in one huge cumload hit me like the proverbial freight train!! For a couple moments my mind could barely comprehend the intensity of the rush!! My entire body, every hair on my skin felt like it was throbbing and sizzling! I was overcome with an almost uncomfortable feeling of warmth followed by chills! My hunger and sexual needs and wants though swelled throughout my body and mind! It was fucking unbelievable and I didn't want it to ever stop! Trevor apparently felt the tremors in my body and in my mood because he moaned deep and low and grabbed my hips firmly and started thrusting up into me again. “Yeah bro, you're liking your pig bottom bro's hard raw cock fucking your tight hot hole don't you? You like feeling all that cum sloshing around deep inside your guts huh? I wanna fuck you and cum in you again bro. I bet you want that too don't you? Is my hot sexy bro hungry for this sub pig's cock and cum again?” “Hell yeah!” I answered with no hesitation. “I am so fucking horny and want you fucking and cumming in me as many times as you can fucker!” Daddy had by this point moved the rim chair to the side so I was able to look into Trevor's hugely dark dilated eyes, the coating of sweat on his young flushed face, and saw the lust in my body in his eyes. “But first, bro, I want you to give me something else before you fuck me again.” I felt the almost devilish dark smile fill my face as I began clenching my ass muscles on his fully imbedded hard neg cock inside me and stared hard at him. I heard Daddy mutter, “Oh fucking yeah!”, knowing what I was telling Trevor I wanted. Trevor seemed unsure of what I meant so I told him, “Give me your piss, bro. Give me every motherfucking damn drop of all that tina piss in your bladder just like you've got from me and Daddy more than once. Let it go bro! I want that fucking filthy chem piss in your cock spraying up inside my hole and mixing with your fucking cum you gave me! Do it fucker! Give me your piss! Give me that fucking nasty tina piss bro! PLEASE!!” As soon as he heard me begging him to shoot his tina piss deep inside my ass a look of dark perverted hellish lust covered Trevor's face, a look that was total twisted sensuality. A look that made my whole body and mind tingle with the realization that this fucked up, chemmed up, sexy bi neg pig slut was, for the next few minutes, going to ignore his usual bottom submissive impulses and would become an insatiable rutting top animal who would tear my fucking hole up – and I couldn't wait to be on the receiving end!! Looking into Trevor's black eyes I saw the chem powered uncontrollable NEED there that I knew he was seeing in mine. He was a total cum drinking cock worshipping submissive bottom pig who got his pleasure from having masculine dominant men use his ready and welcoming holes for their own needs and urges. But right now in this moment all his mind and cock could focus on was the tight warmth surrounding his boi dick and the begging spewing from my mouth for his cock and cum and piss and he had no choice. He HAD to fucking use and fill my hole with every fucking drop of cock fluids he had. I ran my hands thru the thick sweat-matted dark hair covering his abs and pecs, finding his hard pointed nips and pulling on them and twisting them making him bellow with pain/pleasure as he began growling deep in his throat. “Yeah bro, you ready for this bitch boi's burning chem-filled stinking parTy piss? Ready to take your fucked up brother's fucking tina piss deep inside your guts? Is that what my sexy stud bro wants his sub bitch to give him?!” “Fuck yeah, pig! You know it's what I want! Do it you dirty meth fucker pig! Flood my tight hole with your stinking piss! Mix it with your huge load of cum bro! Let's get our Daddy fucking horned up watching both of his spun sexy sleazy boys being the filthy twisted pigs he loves us to be! Give it to me bro! PLEASE!!!” A second later Trevor screamed with the intensity of his release and I felt the hot stinging gush of his heavily-chemmed piss shooting hard fast and deep inside my stuffed hole! As I mumbled incoherently in piggy lust and need I could already feel the potency of his piss hitting me harder and quicker than I'd thought possible. “YES, YES oh gawd yessssssssssss!! That's it bitch! Fill me up! Fucking give me every hot burning drop! Oh fucking yessssssssssss!!!” Then I must have blacked out. (to be continued)....

I wonder how many men were molested by me as a teen. I came on to everyone and anyone with a cock. I did everything from hang out in public showers at campgrounds, to adult book stores long before I was legally allowed, to gloryholes at truck stops. Came on hard care to more than a more couple of teachers, landing a 7th grade art teacher the first time. Made me feel powerful, as these men seemed powerless not to give me their cocks

With my fingers entangled in the sub pig's thick sweaty coal black hair I began face fucking him with long deep strokes in and out of his throat, banging his tonsils with each thrust forward, hearing him gag now and then but not stopping. Daddy and I were going to break this boi's defenses - the little that might still be remaining - and have him begging not just for our cocks and cum, but for our POZ cum...and piss too! Daddy loves dirty parTyin piss play and was the one who got me to try it the first time. Of course I was almost as high when he did it as Trevor was now so I was willing to try it if it meant more of Daddy's huge raw POZ cock and cum! My first taste of his chem piss that night had me hooked! And when the chem rush hit me I knew i'd want more anytime I could. I had no doubt that the pig impaled on our dicks now would follow that same path. I looked across the naked muscled back of our boi into Daddy's sweat soaked face and dark black pupils. Damn! He looked so fucking hot like that! His muscles tensing up as he continued drilling into the hole now willingly offered to him, the veins standing out on his thick neck and across his forehead. His leather vest framed his beefy pecs and hard pointed nipples as sweat practically ran off of him onto the pig's back and into his crack, making Daddy's penetration easier and smoother. He smiled one of the darkest sexiest smiles at me I'd ever seen as we both enjoyed the pleasure we were getting from the eager sub lodged between us. "How's that mouth cunt feel boi?" Daddy asked me in a deep ragged breath. "I told you he knows how to suck cock didn't I?" "Fucking sweet, Daddy! Yeah you told me and I know what you're talking about!", I panted back as I pushed my hips forward and held my dick in his throat a little longer this time. If I wasn't careful, I'd be whitewashing his tonsils with my first load of the weekend. There was plenty of time to feed him my cum over the next couple of days but the first load needed to be dumped in his ass to get him started right on his path to darkness. "And he seems to like it, too. I'm banging his throat hard and deep and he just keeps taking it!" "Yeah, just like his pig pussy. I'm giving it to him good and hard this time around and I can feel his chute grabbing me and sucking me in on each stroke. I think we've unleashed a fucking cock pig tonight son!" Trevor mumbled loudly around my dick plugging his throat which we took as his agreement of what Daddy had just said. "Damn, Daddy! I'm getting close. His mouth and throat are sooooooo good!" "Go ahead, son. I know you want to seed his ass - and you're gonna LOVE it when you do, believe me! But you'll get to breed him lots of times this weekend and I'm sure your loads will be as potent as he needs." Daddy grinned when he said "potent", both of us knowing the real meaning of the word in this setting. "Besides, I imagine our pig boi needs a good dose of something to drink - or maybe a couple doses", looking at me with his lust crazed eyes. Damn, it was like he was reading my mind and telling me it was time to give the pig his first taste of chem piss for the weekend. I almost came in that instant but held back. "Really, Daddy", I asked. "Are you sure? I know you're wanting both of us to give him our cum in his ass and breed him." "Yeah, boy, I'm sure. Like I said I know you have plenty of loads for him this weekend. And I know you have plenty for him to drink right now. Besides, I'm close to dumping a second load in this hot tight hole and don't want to stop now...so feed him son!" "Hell YEAH!" I yelled looking at Daddy with lust and gratitude. I pulled my spit soaked dick out of Trevor's mouth, a thick string of spit-mixed-with-precum connecting my dickhead to his puffy lips. I looked down into his sweat soaked face and saw hunger and need in his eyes, as he continued moaning with the continuing thrusts of Daddy's dick in his ass. "You heard us boi. Is Daddy right? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Are you wanting what I got in this dick to fill your mouth and go down into your stomach?" Trevor stared into my eyes even as his tongue kept licking over my oozing piss slit. "Fuck yes! I'm so hungry for it, bro! I want to taste your cum. I want you filling my mouth with your cock juices while Daddy fills my ass again with his. PLEASE!! Feed me bro! Let me have it!" I grinned at Daddy. "Are you ready, Daddy? Wanna fill him at the same time?" "Damn right boi! Do it!" I looked back into Trevor's eyes as Daddy began hammering his ass harder. "Open up, pig brother. I'm going to give you what you asked for..and what you want. Enjoy!" I edged my hips forward and Trevor wrapped his eager lips around my cockhead. Oh fuck, yeah!! I couldn't hold off! Feeding time for the pig!!

The answer is...don't shave. If you are naturally smooth, great...if you are naturally hairy...great too.