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Last night got my ass used by four straight drunk Mexican guys. I've been into straight Mexican men using me to get off for a long time now but recently moved and didn't have the chance. Finally found a bar that a lot Mexican's go to that I decided to start hanging out wanting to be of service to any of the guys that didn't get some pussy. Had been going there a couple times a week for a couple weeks and been seeing some regular guys there. Finally last night at closing was walking out the same time as this one group of 4 guys that I've seen in there a couple times and they knew what I was for and just took me in the back alley pushed me up against a wall pulled my pants down and each one fucked me in the ass and dumped his cum in me. By the time they were done I could barely pull my pants up and manage to walk home feeling all that Mexican cum dripping out of my ass and down my leg. Can't wait to go back now that know anytime they don't find some girls they can use me to get off before they go home.

I'm going through the same phase. I just let a guy f**** me blindfolded today. And yesterday I let a guy come over and breed me. And I didn't even know his name. I've actually been letting dudes f**** me all week. I'm even building a reputation where some guys know of other guys who are f**** me 😯😈 but I think it's just us coming into being cum dumps . Accepting that we're here to service our holes. Providing these tops some warm juicy pussy lips to plant their seed.

Lately I’ve been so horny and will take as many loads as I can. I travel for work and will spend all my off time getting bred by anon guys. I make adds on Doublelist and BBRT. When I’m at the park running if a guy cruises me I always let him breed me. It’s like I can’t help myself.

As unsexy as it is, this is why (in my experience) it's important to talk about what you expect/permit/forbid in terms of sex with a partner. When you're clear up front as to what is allowable and what's not, you might still face a violation of those rules but at least you can put the blame where it belongs - on the violator. When you have NOT been clear up front - particularly with a repeat partner - it's easy to be left with the feeling you were violated but you can't point to anything that he did wrong - at least not that he knew about in advance. I think it's reasonable for a bareback top to assume - in the absence of being told otherwise - that it's okay to cum inside his partner. It's certainly reasonable to say that he can't, but the time for that is before the poking starts.

Love taking two fists, whether from one or two guys. Make me feel like a huge whore. I love the feeling when the send hand slides into my guts. Working on three.. I usually prep my hole by sitting on a traffic cone. Anyone else in the joys of doing width

Today I took three loads and swallowed one. The first was a 22 year old guy from sniffies that lives a couple blocks from me. I picked him up from his parents house and we went and parked at the park. He face fucked his load in the back of my throat. One was from a regular BBC we met up at an abandoned building close to sunset park in Las Vegas and he bred me in the stairwell. Afterwards I went to the park to pee and I passed this 6’1 black dude who was a little buzzed and he told me he was looking for someone to suck his dick so I kindly offered my services. I sucked his dick in the bushes and then he bent me over and ducked his load into me. After that I was still horny so I went to a book store to buy new poppers and ended up getting fucked by a Hispanic daddy in one of the booths. Lately I’m so horny and will just bend over for anyone anywhere

In the absence of any conversation, if the bottom willingly accepts bare, I agree that internal insemination is a reasonable assumption - it is, in fact, how the entire system is designed to work. Where it becomes problematic is when the parameters of that natural system begin to become less distinct in the minds of some men, especially whilst heavily engaged. If it’s reasonable that a Top should cum inside while barebacking, to a certain sort of mind it’s not that great a step to rationalize that pissing into the guy would be just as reasonable - they’re both natural functions, they both feel good, they both come out of the same cock, and doing one often brings on a desire to do the other. Put that way, it almost seems like a logical progression, and why doesn’t everybody do this all the time? And so he does. The reason why, of course, is that it’s human waste, and a significant enough proportion of fucktargets would object to being flooded with it that one couldn’t reliably assume acceptance. I’ve only been piss-fucked once, because I’m usually pretty up-front about my very, very few hard limits, urine being one of them. In this one case, I didn’t mention it because the play was straight-up vanilla fucking (with a cherry on top - he had a full 9 inches) and I had no reason to think anything out if the ordinary would happen. He told me as soon as he did it, and I immediately got up and emptied myself. I didn’t say a word to him about it, and I didn’t get upset at him. He shouldn’t have assumed - filling another person’s insides full of what you flush down the toilet is kind of a radical thing to just pull on somebody - but I let my guard down and couldn’t blame him for not knowing just how wrong he got it with me. I didn’t warn him. Now, in the case where a Top pisses in the bottom for the humiliation value, that’s another matter. There’s no way that gets rationalized as reasonable alongside cumming inside in a natural sense. To get to the point where that’s a reasonable expectation, you have to subscribe to a certain view that bottoms only exist to be degraded by Tops, and I don’t. (My view as a submissive is a different rabbit hole...)

Time for some tough love. Of course the decision is yours but are you a man or a mouse? There are selfish assholes out there who would take advantage of a rube. You don’t have to be a victim. As for stealthers that’s fairly rare. Have you noticed how many chasers on here are looking for gifters and can’t find them? Full blown aids tops are not that easy to find and they are not all trying poz ignorant bottoms. Statistically speaking you are unlikely to get HIV with a few precautions. Do your research. If you are smart I’d say you can be 100% safe and still get boned. This site can skew your perspective because many of us are cock hungry cumdumps who let the little head do all the thinking. I know the risks of barebacking and I accept that. You don’t have to go that route. Get out there, meet some men, get to know the ones that turn your crank. Seems like trust is your issue so find a man you trust and be honest with him about your fears and your needs. Once you find ‘the one’ get tested together, maybe go on Prep, buy some condoms and get what you need. What I am saying is be in control of your sex life. Create a situation you are comfortable in and get some cock dude. Life is short and nights can be long so make hay while the sun shines.

The crowd of older guys surrounding me looked at me like I was a piece of meat for their pleasure. As I waited for the next onslaught to begin, I suddenly heard a voice cry out in the hallway. “Oh god, help me, please somebody help me!” The voice sounded young, I watched as the crowd slowly parted and a skinny young twink about the same age as me was dragged in. He was being held by a stocky older guy, who marched him towards me. With a single move the older guy ripped the shirt off the young guys back, leaving him just wearing a pair of skimpy shorts. He then shoved forcefully and the young guy sprawled on the ground in front of me. “Look what I found out after dark.” the stocky guy announced to the room. “A new play thing.” A pleased murmur went around the room. “Please guys, just let me go, jokes over now, I’ll just go and we can all forget about this.” the twink said. “Haha good luck with that, bitch.” one of the crowd yelled out. The twinky guy raised his eyes and for the first time seemed to notice me, he looked at me suspended from the ceiling. His eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. He turned back to the man who had dragged him into the room. “Please, please just let me go!” his voice went high with panic. “Maybe we will let you go, but first I think you should put on a little show for us.” the older guy responded. “Wha.. What do you mean? What kind of show…?” he stammered. “We want to watch you two boys put on a little fuck show for us.” “But, I’m not queer!” I watch in slow motion as the stocky guy hand slapped down hard on the twink's ass. “AHH! Fuck! What was that for?” the twink screamed in pain. “Shut the fuck up, you will do whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” the stocky guy demanded. “Now, get over there and make out with him!” I watch as he slowly stood up, looking me up and down. His mind no doubt wondering if he would meet the same fate as me. “Don’t just stand there gawking at him dumb fuck, kiss him, get this show started!” someone called out. The twinky guy slowly got closer to me, when he was right in front of me he whispered “What’s your name? How did this happen to you?” “My name’s Jordan, this guy Matt kidnapped me and they have been using me for sex.” I replied. “I’m Ryan, if I get out of here I’ll send help.” “Enough talk boys, get the show going or you’re going to regret it.” The stocky guy demanded. Ryan moved in closer to me, he looked scared and hesitant, but slowly moved in close and after deciding he had no choice, kissed me. His lips barely parted as we first kissed, but I was still able to enjoy it. Still suspended from my wrists, I had little control of the kiss but I felt him start to explore my mouth with his tongue. “Fuck yeah, thats it boys, lets see some fireworks.” One of the guys in the room yelled out. “Cut his wrists down.” Someone else yelled. I watch as the stocky guy moved forward and with a swift movement, released my hands from the harness. As I felt the blood start flowing in my arms again, I tentatively moved my hands onto Ryan’s hips and started to make out with him in earnest. For a ‘straight’ boy he seemed to be ok with kissing me, and for a few minutes, the reality of our situation melted away as we enjoyed the moment. He pulled away for a second and I looked at his gorgeous lips, wet with saliva. His eyes were glazed over with lust, as he tugged at my hands and indicated we both lay on the floor. I lay on my back with Ryan above me, he looked down at me unsure, before I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. For a moment, it was just Ryan and I making out, but after a moment I became aware of the noise of hard cocks being stroked all around us. The room full of men eagerly watching us put on a show. I felt Ryan’s hands run over my body, as I felt his stiff cock push through his shorts against my thigh. My own erect dick leaking against his abs. I was suddenly aware of the stocky guy moving in behind Ryan, I watch Ryan’s body stiffen as he realised what was happening. His eyes looked into mine with a silent pleading for help. I had long since given up hope of getting out of this situation, and so I stroked his face, trying to calm him. “Shhh, it’s ok.” I whispered to him. “If you just go with it, they will let us go at some point.” The stocky guy jerked Ryan’s shorts down to his knees, exposing his tight ass to the room. I saw the stocky guy dip his finger into a drop of pre-cum from his own leaky cock, and then swipe the pre-cum against Ryan’s hole. Ryan nuzzled into my neck and whimpered, clearly terrified of what was to come. “Please don’t let them do this, I have never been fucked before.” he pleaded to me. I just looked at him with sadness in my eyes. “I can’t stop them.” I heard the stocky guy spit, wipe it over his thick meaty cock to make it slick, and line the thick cock head up, poised to violate Ryan’s virgin hole. Ryan tensed as he felt the wet spongy cock head kiss against his hole. I couldn’t help but watch with fascination. I looked up at Ryan who had tears in his eyes, I kissed him, hoping to distract him. As we kissed, I felt him gasp as the massive cock head parted his virgin hole and slowly start to sink deep into his tight body. “Argh fuck!” he cried out. “Please don’t do this!” Ryan started to move, trying to free himself from the giant pole impaling him. “Hold him fucking still, or I'll break his fucking neck” the stocky guy ordered me. I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s torso, trying to calm him and get him to accept his fate. Ryan froze for a moment, which was just long enough for the stocky guy to slide the last few inches of his fat cock into Ryan's now distended boy hole. I watched as Ryan’s back arched up and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. He had taken the whole cock inside him and was totally defeated. He slumped onto my chest, silent tears streaming down his face as the stocky guy started to slowly plow Ryan's no longer virgin hole. “The boys want to be able to see the action, hold his cheeks apart, they want to see me rip his hole wide open” The stocky guy demanded. I reached down and grabbed Ryan’s tight ass cheeks, I spread them wide and looked down in amazement as the fat cock plowed, and pulled at Ryan’s tight ring. From the noises in the room, the other guys were just as turned on by the sight as I was. I realised as I held Ryan’s ass that I was now a willing participant in Ryan’s rape. I wanted to see him used and degraded, I wanted to see him take his first poz load. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, two hairy guys had come closer to watch and were stroking their leaky cocks over the sight of Ryan being fucked on top of me. I watched as one of the guys exploded over Ryan’s hair and back, coating him in a thick ropey load. The sight of the cum load sprayed all over Ryan seemed to spark something in the stocky man. I watched as his hips began to thrust in earnest. I could hear his balls slapping hard against Ryan’s soft skin. A choked sob came from Ryan as he realised what was about to happen. “Please, please don’t.” he croaked out. “ARGHHHHHHH!” the stocky guy arched his back and went tense. Ryan’s eyes suddenly locked on mine, pure terror on his face. “TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD YOU DUMB SLUT!” the stocky guy bellowed as his hips thrust his deadly venom deep into Ryan’s fuck hole. “Noooooo!” Ryan yelled as his panicked body tried in vain to get away from the stocky guys thick shaft. The stocky guy collapsed, spent, onto Ryan’s sweaty back. Pinning him on top of me, with no chance of escape. I held Ryan tight as his head slumped onto my shoulder, and he started to cry.

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

Here in the United States, the "southern states" (basically, the states that tried to secede in 1860/61 to form the Confederate States of America) have historically been the least welcoming to gay people (and to minorities in general, especially Black people). That's not to say the rest of the U.S. is open and welcoming - the mountain west states (Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah) are no picnic either - but with a long history of White Supremacy here coupled with a lot of evangelical Christian denominations, the US South is particularly unwelcoming.

Adam was considering what his hot soon-to-be lover was explaining, and found himself conflicted. "You see, the important thing is that you don't bleed when I fuck you," Joey explained. "So, I'll only put in the tip and then maybe another inch so that I don't draw blood. Then, I can fuck you raw, and you'll be fine." "I guess that's fine," Adam replied. Adam wanted Joey's cock. There really wasn't any denying it. But, Adam was terrified by the prospect of taking Joey's beautiful thick poz cock up his hole. Joey repositioned Adam so that he was stomach down; and then lubed his dick with the KY jelly he brought over. Joey applied some lube to Adam's hairless hole and massaged it in with one finger, and then two. "Here it comes," Joey declared, and then slowly forced in his thick mushroom tip into slim Joey's hole. "Oh shit!" Adam exclaimed, not expecting the pain to be as sharp. "Remember don't go deep," he urged. Joey smiled devilishly to himself and slowly, with determined pressure, slid the first four of his eight inches into Adam. "Ahhh!" Adam cried, "Just an inch okay?!?" Joey pretended to be compassionate "of course. I only have one inch inside you at the most. You must not have bottomed in a while. You're so tight." Adam's mind was racing and he thought to himself "Damn, I want him to fuck me, but i can't get pozzed" while his cock stiffened and he got used to the thick cock invading his hole. In just a few moments, Joey was building up his speed and shoving his first four inches in and out of Adam's hole. Adam soon forgot about the poz cock up his ass as waves of pleasure enveloped him, "Oh, damn, that feels good" Adam managed to say while gasping between breaths. "How about just one more inch?" Joey offered. Adam was overwhelmed by the intense sensations his burning hole was feeling and only was able to softly say "yeah, okay a little more." Joey took advantage of his lover in ecstasy and shoved the remaining four inches deep into Adam's hole and picked up his pace. Adam realized he was getting fucked hard and wondered how much of this thick poz cock was inside him, but he was too turned on to say a word. Joey knew he owned Adam now. He slam-fucked Adam with forceful jabs, taking his cock all the way out; and drilling it all the way back into Adam many times over. Joey tested Adam "You want more cock don't you?" Adam was out of control, "Fuck yeah! Give it to me! Pound me hard!" Joey obliged and aggressively drove his thick cock all the way in and out while Adam moaned and howled with each punishing thrust. Both of them were getting close to cumming when Joey announced "I'm going to cum in your ass. Get ready." Adam was too aroused and distracted by the pleasure and pain his ass was feeling to comprehend the enormity of what Joey was announcing. He surrendered himself to the whims of Joey. "Pozzing your ass NOW!!" Joey proclaimed while he unloaded a seven day load deep into Adam's wanting hole. Adam instantly came once he felt the jizz entering his hole. Too excited to pull away, he collapsed as he felt Joey's cock pulsating as it emptied inside his ass. Moments later, Adam came to his senses "Wait...I thought we said you weren't going to come in me." Joey quickly began to put on his clothing. "Oh, don't worry. I barely penetrated you. You'll be fine." Adam lay in bed confused, trying to make sense of what happened, while Joey quickly made his exit.

Good boy. You’re on the right path and should be doing this full time.

Part 3: Diversifying Our Talents Now, all this time, I’d stayed a bottom virgin, but I have to admit that watching Kyle get so wound up from having a dripping hard-on slamming inside him had me wondering what it felt like. One Friday night, I’d nearly asked the boys to top me, but I’d lost my nerve before I could get the words out. I didn’t need to know that badly, anyway – I was having all the sex fun a young guy in his prime could handle. But I’d kept having those thoughts all the same, even more so on this sunny Saturday as I watched Tyler and Doug getting the same enjoyment out of being reamed out. And now – in the middle of this hair-raising poolside orgy -- here was Brent’s thick cock nestling in between my ass cheeks, making itself right at home. I turned my head around, kissed Brent, sticking my tongue into his mouth, and finally found the nerve to say it. “Oh, yeah, Brent, do it.” “Do what, Pete?” “Come on, Brent, slide that big piece of meat into my hole. I want you to do me – push it inside my butt and fuck my brains out.” “Shit, Pete, I thought you’d never ask!” He dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face in my crack. It felt awesome. I’d swapped rimjobs a couple of times with Kyle, but Brent took the fine art of butt munching to another level altogether. In no time his eager tongue and busy lips had reduced me to putty, ready for whatever he wanted to do to me. Well, almost all of me. My hole was still tightly knotted. Brent began inserting a finger into me, but he was having trouble getting through the knot. He stood up again, began kissing me on the neck, and quietly asked, “How long has it been since you got fucked?” “Try, twenty-four hours the wrong side of never.” “No shit, you’re still cherry?” “Not for long, I hope.” “Okay, man, you have to relax your butt muscles. Awesome strong butt, no wonder you’re such a good polo player, Pete, but you have to let it go slack.” He dropped back down and dived back into my crack. Once again, I felt that virtuoso tongue going to work on me but this time I was consciously unclenching the muscles. Brent brought his finger into play again and now it began to work its way inside me. While his finger dug in, he kept tongue-lashing my hole as well. I could feel my ass starting to relax and Brent felt it too. Soon, he got his finger all the way inside me, and then began a twisting, corkscrew motion, rotating it around and back, over and over. I was moaning nonstop now, it felt so amazing. And it was the moans that brought Kyle over to see what was happening. His eyes bugged halfway out of his head. “Fuck, Pete, you’re actually going to let him do you like that? What happened to Mister I’m-A-Top-Only?” With that, he fell to his knees and began sucking my cock. I moaned even louder, partly from Kyle’s experienced sucking technique and partly from a second finger which began worming its way inside my ass. It hurt a bit, but I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted and I knew it was going to be painful – and I didn’t care. Brent’s busy fingers were twisting around inside me, and I knew what was coming next. He leaned forward again, and asked, “You ready?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” With that, he pulled his fingers out, and I felt the blunt head of his big cock against my hole. “Relax, relax, relax,” I kept chanting inside my head. Kyle came up off my cock and stood up, moving around to the side as he said, “This I gotta see.” Brent leaned forward again and bit down, hard, on my neck. I jumped and yelped and, in that moment, he thrust forward, getting the head of his cock lodged in my hole. “Aww, fuck!” I let out a few more grunts and cries as the pain washed over me. Kyle let out a whoop of excitement at seeing Brent taking my cherry. Sven and Tyler now joined us, with Tyler taking Kyle’s place between my legs, and sucking on my dick. It was trying to collapse and shrivel from the sudden pain, but Tyler wasn’t having any of that. His eager mouth action slowly brought my cock back to full erection. Meanwhile, Sven had gone on his knees and buried his mouth in Kyle’s crack. I had no more attention to spare for Sven and Kyle. Brent’s tool was moving, sliding slowly in and out in short strokes, but gradually working his way deeper each time. As he worked his way in, the pain slowly ebbed, to be replaced by a feeling of fullness. As he worked his way in, he slowly speeded up his pumping action, until he was riding me full-thrust, driving his cock all the way into me with every stroke. By now, I was getting used to the sensation, especially when he changed his angle a bit and little earthquakes of excitement began shuddering through me. I knew he was hitting the sweet spot nailing my prostate with every thrust, and it felt incredible. I was completely open to him now, taking all of his dick and loving it. Brent pulled out, turned me over, and put me down on my back. “I want to watch your face while I shoot my load inside you,” he said, with a salacious grin. Obediently, I lifted my legs over my chest and he slid back into me, going all the way in one smooth thrust. Then he started really pounding it into me, nailing me down onto the lounge chair as he got ready to fill me up with his load. Slowly, he bent forward until he was right down on top of me. We locked our lips together, tongues working in each other’s mouths, as he drove home the last few deep strokes. His hips slammed down hard on mine, his whole body stiffened up, and he uttered a muffled, “Oh, fuck!” I felt the fullness in my guts increasing as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into my no-longer-virgin hole. As Brent slowly calmed down from his massive climax, I was lying under him, loving the feel of his hairy, muscled torso rubbing against me. At last he recovered his breath enough to speak. “Fuck, Pete, I’ve been wanting to get into that ass ever since I saw you years ago, but I had no idea it was going to be this damn good!” “I hear you, Brent. Now I know why Kyle loved it so much when I did him this way, face to face.” Then I heard Kyle chiming in: “It’s still my favourite position, and Sven’s nailing it.” I looked over, and there was Kyle, on his back on the next lounge chair with his legs up, and Sven right on top of him, his hips going like a blur as he pounded into Kyle’s ass and got ready to fire. Tyler was standing right there, looking enviously at them, and stroking his own cock. Brent turned my attention back to him with a firm hand. His dick was slowly sliding out of my hole, with a sizable stream of cum flowing out right after it. I tried to clench my hole shut, to hold it in, but my muscles were too wrecked from the workout Brent had given me, and I couldn’t control them at all. He looked at my raging erection and said, “You didn’t come yet, did you?” I wrapped my hand around my pole and began jerking it, but Tyler intervened. “Don’t waste it, Pete – I want that dick and I want your load!” With that, the cute young guy, plainly an experienced slut by now, came over and plunged his sweet young ass right down onto my cock. I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take long. He rode my hard tool frantically, his ass muscles clutching at it as he pulled up each time. In less than a minute, I felt the moment coming and I grabbed hold of him, stopping his movement as I thrust frantically up into him. “Here it comes, Tyler, take it all!” “Yeah, Pete, pump it deep inside me!” I jammed my cock all the way up inside his hole and held it there as I fired half a dozen shots into him. At the same time, I heard Sven giving some guttural cries over Kyle’s “Fuck, yeah!” as Sven pumped another huge load into Kyle’s willing ass. Doug had come over now, too, and jerked his cock, spraying a more-than-respectable blast of cum all over Kyle’s back. By this time, we all needed a break. The six of us flopped down on assorted lounge chairs around the pool. In a little while we all jumped into the pool to cool off and wash off. Then Brent fired up the barbecue and cooked up some burgers and brats. When we got our hands on the food, Kyle came and sat down next to me. “Pete, was that really your first time getting fucked?” “Yeah, it was – no shit, Kyle.” “Coulda fooled me – you took it like a veteran bottom.” “You mean, like you and Tyler?” We both laughed. One by one, the three “guests” got dressed and left, with a lot of prolonged kissing and a few phone numbers getting exchanged in the process. We poured ourselves a round of scotch, but we were pretty tired too. It was getting dark outside, and we’d had a busy day. Kyle wandered off first to the room where he had his sleeping bag rolled out. I was about to follow him, but Brent stopped me. He clearly wanted to say something, but he was looking unusually shy. Finally, he spoke. “Pete, I just… thanks. Getting it on with you like that was really awesome. I had no idea it could be that great. And I had no idea anyone could enjoy changing it up as much as you did.” “It was great for me, too, Brent. Glad it was you that broke me in.” “Pete, do you wanna come sleep with me?” He didn’t need to ask twice and, in a minute, we were undressed again, and cuddled up together in his bed. And that’s when he really surprised me – no, shocked me. “Do you want to return the favour?” All I could think of in reply was the same snarky comment Kyle had made to me when he saw Brent rimming me before that epic fuck. “What happened to Mister I’m-A-Top-Only?” Brent chuckled. Then, in a softer, quieter voice than I’d ever heard him use, he said, “I guess he wants to diversify his talents.” I returned the favour. And it was another epic fuck. (P.S. At least one more chapter still to cum)

Funny enough I used to be all three of those bottoms. I used to be very paranoid about making sure the condom was on, but I was also a power bottom who like to be degraded. one day I was discreetly recording And I invited over this anon top. I was ass up blindfolded as I handed him the condom. And that's when you f***** me. Halfway through I fell underneath and I thought that he wasn't wearing a condom. So I pulled out and I saw that the condom was ripped halfway through. He said it was an accident 🤷 so I gave him another condom. And then when I went to feel it halfway through again I noticed that I could feel his skin. So when I had him pull out he said it was an accident again.😯🤷 So I just let him breed me at that point. 🙄 then when i rewatch the video. I saw that he bite the condom right as soon as I gave it to him. That he was breeding me from the very beginning and not halfway through.. Cuz mind you I was blindfolded so I didn't see anything. Only what I discreetly recorded on camera after he left. But I Jerked off to that video. He wanted to feel sex the natural way. Despite me giving him a condom, he knew what my ass really needed. That my ass needed to be filled by some raw cock. He knew my juicy, wet pussy lips we're the only things capable of scratching that itch. I find it a compliment that he actually went out of his way to breed me. He could have kept the condom on. But he wanted me to feel all of him and feel all of his babies. 🤰He wanted to give me that side of him🥺

I was in this same place when I was younger. I still am but back then I was fucking daily. It was one point where I would dedicate one off day from work to just cruising. One time I fucked like 10 bottoms in one day hosting and traveling. Also had another wild night where I bred 5 bottoms that were hosting at La Brea Inn. I went from one room to the next. Since then I have slowed down with the random breedings and just fuck my boyfriend every night while occasionally hooking up on BBRT or Grindr. I think every guy has this phase in his life where his sex drive is off the charts. Maybe that’s where you are currently.

This kinda happened the same way when me and my boyfriend first fucked raw. But I nutted inside him the first time. I can never do the money shot pornstars do. I can’t even nut with a BJ. I can only nut inside ass. But once I took the condom off it’s been really hard trying to put it back on. Condom sex just isn’t real sex.

Fuckin'Oink~!🐷Please keep sharing your pix, and adventures. Pigs like you make visiting BZ the best part of my day. Thanks for your follow too. XOX

So right. Some things need to remain fantasy. That is what is great about this site. Guys who can’t bring themselves to take that step into barebacking can indulge and live vicariously. Finding what is right for you is the most important thing. I found out early I don’t want to live without raw cock and the taste of cum. I am lucky that way. I really feel for guys who struggle with these issues. It’s one struggle I don’t have to wrestle with.

Got me rock hard thinking abiut your cock leaking like a faucet! Negative chaser hole here in Orlando area!

Late Friday night and the place was dead, Did the treadmill and went to do a few weights. Black guy wanted spotted while on his back pressing. Did a few reps and noticed a tent in his shorts, He sees I notice and says sorry no nut November and chuckles. I tell him looks like that needs taken care of. He says yeah and I walk away. I go to the locker room he shows shortly after. Hes wearing a towel. Normally I do to the shower but went naked, towel over my shoulder. I leave a gap in the curtain and start showering. Shortly after, I see him walking back and forth looking in each time. He finally stops, enters the shower straight across from mine leaving the curtain open like mine. He is looking,takes his towel off and his beautiful cock is hard. I bend over presenting. He comes over asking if I can take care of his problem.I say sure and he comes in and shuts the curtain and says hes not gay. He just needs this. I said I know and look back and hes got precum just drooling. He puts the head of his cock in my ass and stokes the rest of his cock until he throbs and does this twice and holds still. He starts fucking and tells me to tell him to cum in my pussy. I do, A minute later he is pumping a huge load in me. He says thanks and leaves. I clinch my ass and run to get a plug to keep his cum in. I go home and go to bed full of sperm.

Just left one of the local adult arcades. Got there and went straight for one of the booths with a sizable glory hole. I stripped completely naked, lubed my hole, put my cock ring on generously lubed my cock and balls and spread my cheeks and pressed my open hole up to the glory hole. Within seconds I heard the booth next to mine open and then lock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and began filling my nose with the magic hole opening aroma. I love this moment right before I feel the anonymous raw cock enter my hole. Good size, thick. He pushes instantly till I feel his balls resting against my hole. He begins to pound and I involuntarily grunt and whimper as he destroys my hungry ass. He lasts maybe 10 minutes never slowing. I feel his hot jizz paint my guts. He pulls out with a large plop of cum hits the floor. He’s not gone 30 seconds when I hear the next stud cock shut and lock the door. Round 2!!!

Wrestling Party turned Orgy – Aftermath The next morning, many of the guys were hung over and still naked on the floor, couch, or for the lucky few, a bed. As each guy stirred, I wondered how much of the previous night they might remember. Those on the floor had snuggled up to each other over the course of the night, and as the sun shone through the curtains, there were a few stifled grunts and groans, some from the light but others were clearly the sounds of sex beginning again. I was wrapped around Gus, and he was grinding his ass back against my growing erection. “Keep that up and I am going to fuck you again.” I whispered in his ear, to which he ground back harder. I reached down and positioned the head of my cock at his entrance, and with a slight pop, was soon back in him again. I slowly thrust into his velvet hole, still slick from the loads he had taken last night. “Yea.” he moaned softly as I bottomed out in his chute. I made it a gentle fuck, wanting him to enjoy this next round, hoping it would lead to more till he joined us in the brotherhood. As I slowly fucked his well-used hole, I reached over and felt his rock hard cock. I jerked him off to the tempo I was using on his ass, and soon he moaned and coated my fingers with his morning load of jizz, hopefully one of the last neg ones he would ever shoot. I was not too far behind him and soon was blasting my morning load into his ass, well past the second ring. I rode the fuck through the end of my orgasm, and rested inside him as I kissed his neck. “Thanks, I needed that again. I hope Rob will let you do it again.” “We can do it as often as you like Gus, Rob and I are not exclusive.” I replied. “Sweet! I want both of you guys actually.” “That can be taken care of any time. Just message me and we can set it up. Since we live together, we have no problems of finding a room.” I slowly pulled out and Gus rolled over to give me a kiss before getting to his feet and trying to find his singlet in the mess. ‘I gotta get packing, headed home in a few hours. See you after break.” He said as he quickly pulled on the singlet and headed towards the door. Other guys were now getting up and looking for clothes and shoes and heading out. A couple of the guys slunk out looking guilty at what they had enjoyed the night before, but others shared mutual kisses and gropes as they dressed and left to head out for whatever they needed to do on the first official day of Thanksgiving break. Rob, Chris, James and I stayed behind at Jon and Seth’s to help clean up and discuss how the night had gone. It had been hard to keep track of everyone, but between us 5 Vers guys, we had shot loads into about 15 of the rest of the 20 wrestlers on the team; and the other five had each taken a turn fucking Jon’s hole; no guarantee of them converting, but at least they had been exposed to the virus. We all said our goodbyes, and would wait to see how our team mates fared after Thanksgiving break.

Another 20 mins or so passed with me in the darkness, I could hear low conversations in the other room. Suddenly the door opened wide and I could see Matt in the doorway. He stalked over to the bed, grabbed both my feet and tied them together. I felt him cut the rope tying my hands to the bed but my hands remained tied. With a swift movement he grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. "Come on bitch, time for the real party to start" he said as he carried me out the bedroom. Still bound and helpless he carried me outside, I was naked and terrified as I saw him head towards the pickup. He opened the door and flung my skinny body onto the seat. I landed with a thud against the seat as I heard him shut the door and head to the drivers door. "We are gonna head to a friends and see how much more punishment your pussy hole can take." I groaned into the rag stuffed into my mouth, I didn't know how much more I could take, my body ached all over. The car started and I felt us pickup speed as we drove from the house. The journey lasted for about 30 minutes before I felt the car slow, turn off the road and head down a bumpy driveway. The car ground to a halt in the gravel and I felt Matt get out and head round to my door. As he opened the door I attempted to kick at him in a vain attempt to get away. All it did was piss him off. "You're going to regret that soon you stupid bitch." he barked at me. He grabbed my slender waist, hauled me over his shoulders and head for the house. As we approached I could see a run down house which appeared to be far from any main road. It looked abandoned from the outside, but as we got closer I could see other cars parked and hear voices inside. Matt kicked at the partially open door to open it, and as we entered yelled out "Hey boys, the main event has arrived!" A cheer went up as I looked around the room at a bunch of older guys drinking and smoking. Matt pushed open another door and we entered a dank room with a dirty mattress on the floor. He unceremoniously dumped me from his shoulder onto the mattress. It reeked of cum and piss, in the corner a complex looking harness was suspended from the roof. I was sitting stunned on the mattress for a moment, before Matt fisted my hair and painfully pulled me up. "MmmhMM" I tried to cry out through the rag. He dragged me over to the harness and attached a loop to each hand, once he was satisfied he undid the bindings on both hands and my feet. He then proceeded to attach a loop to each foot and around my groin. "There you go slut, you wont be going anywhere for a while." he laughed. He called out and the guys from the other room filed in. "Ok boys, he strung up and ready for the taking, put you $20 on the table and get your monies worth." The guys milled around slapping $20 bills down and started getting their clothes off. I watch as two older white guys, maybe mid 40's approached me at the same time. They both had beer guts and one had a rough beard. The bearded one reached out and fondled my soft cock, I was mortified as he worked it until my boner was jutting out from my skinny body. "Look, the sick little fucker is gagging for it" he laughed. I watched as they both shucked off their clothes, the one with the beard yanked at a cord and I felt myself be dragged towards the ceiling by my wrists. I cried out into my gag from the pain but it just seemed to excite the room more. I watched as the other guy lay down on the floor underneath my suspended body. I watched with confusion as he played with his huge engorged cock. I could see the angry red head poking out of his uncut cock, each pump of it seemed to make a stream of precum roll down the thick shaft. Suddenly he reached up and with a yank pulled out the butt plug that had been stuffed in me. I felt a trickle of toxic spooge run down my thigh. He reached up, swiped some of the cum from my thigh and rubbed it into his cock. "That's all the lube your getting cunt." he spat at me. I suddenly saw the bearded guy yank at a cord and felt my body jolt as I was lowered towards the engorged cock head below me. I cried out in terror as I felt the fat leaky cock head kiss my exposed hole. The guy below me grabbed my lithe hips and guided me down onto his awaiting shaft. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." he groaned as my body had no choice but to open up and take his thick cock deep inside. As I was lowered onto the cock I could hear the woof whistles of the other watching guys as they stroked their leaking cocks. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I was lifted and lowered by the bearded guy onto his friends thick meat. My arms were stretched and my legs flailed helplessly as each downward thrust grazed his bulbous leaky head against my prostate. I was in so much pain and yet I watched as my cock responded to the stimulation. I felt myself get harder and my slutty instincts kicked in as I tried to buck against his fat knob and hit my prostate again and again. The bearded guy ripped out my gag. "Look at you slut, you're turning into a real cock whore now. Tell him what you want of I'll stop fucking you on his shaft." I kept my mouth shut and he stopped lowering me. I bucked downwards trying to hit my prostate and so he raised me higher. "No, no my little slut. Tell us what you want or we wont let you go." he ordered. "I... I want... I want him to fuck me." I stuttered. "And....?" he asked. "And... cum in me.." I admitted, defeated. "So you want him to fill you with his poz cum?" he asked. "Yes, fill me with his poz cum, I need it Sir." I answered. "Good boy." Clearly pleased with my response the chant went up in the room "Lower the bitch!" as I felt myself lowered back down on the erect shaft, feeling it graze my sweet spot. I moaned out loud, unable to hide how good this felt being stuffed full of a big juicy cock. The bearded guy kept my ass pumping up and down on the thick meat, my distended hole now able to take it all. I felt my cock leaking a steady stream of precum now as my instinct took over and I felt myself approaching orgasm. The bearded guy must have sensed how close I was from my breathing, as he started to pump me up and down faster and faster. I felt the guy beneath me grab onto my hips tighter as he too came closer to cumming. Suddenly I felt myself reach the point of no return as the fat cock inside me hit me just right. I felt myself cumming hands free all over the floor. As my ass muscles constricted I felt the guy beneath me pull my hips down hard onto his cock as he lost control and squirted a massive poz load into my fuck hole. "Take it all you fucking slut, take my toxic swimmers, gonna breed you up." he cried out. I felt the thick shaft pulse as his balls emptied into my awaiting cunt. I went limp after my orgasm, I was left hanging for a moment before I felt myself jerked up and the huge cock pull from my wrecked hole. A spray of cum landed with a splat from my loose hole as my fucker got up and walked away. I heard him high five one of the watching guys. "Who's next?" he laughed as he walked out the room.

I awoke a few hours later in complete darkness. For a second I wondered where I was, but it all came flooding back when I felt the dull ache in my ass, and realised I was tied to a bed. I tried to cry out but all that came out was a low moan, my mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag. I lay in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so before I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened for a moment and I heard two men enter. I recognised the first voice as my rapist, however had no idea who the second man was. I struggled on the bed and tried to turn onto my back. "Don't move bitch, or I'll slap your ass so fucking hard. I'm making business arrangements." I froze. Business arrangements? "He's all yours for $50, only rule is when you give him back he's still got to be usable for another client." I heard my rapist say. "Yeah no worries dude, he should still be in one piece." The unfamiliar voice laughed. With that, I heard the door open and close again. I sensed I was left in the dark with the stranger. As I lay in the darkness I felt the bed sag as he sat next to me, I could smell whiskey and cigarettes on his clothes. I jumped as I felt him cup the end of the butt plug holding my rapists cum in me. "You're one dirty bitch" he muttered, fondling my ass and cock. I tried to moan and pull away, but all that earn't me was a slap across the ass. "We are gonna have some fun tonight, I bought your cute little ass for $50 and I intend on getting my monies worth." I felt the bed lift as he got up, I heard him in the darkness taking off his clothes. Before I knew it I felt the weight of him on my back, he felt heavy and I could feel his beer gut pressing against my back. His smell was suffocating, a mix of cigarettes and BO. I felt him reach down and remove the butt plug, I felt the cool air for a moment against my distorted hole. That was quickly replaced by what felt like a huge leaky cock head pushing against my hole. "Give it up for me baby" he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna work this into your hole one way or another so you might as well enjoy the ride." I thrashed on the bed, trying to move away from the huge invading pole resting against my no longer virgin hole. He slapped me in the side of the head, momentarily stunned I stopped moving, and as I did so I felt his huge snake enter my hole and slide down deep into me. "Mmmm fuck yeah, thats a good pussy." In the darkness I started to cry into the bed. I moaned in pain into the dirty rag as I felt his massive cock pump in and out of my hole. "You're going to love this cock baby, it's the one thats going to knock you up with my thick poz venom." I whimpered into the rag. "Shhh.." he whispered into my ear. "Remember I paid for this hole, so I'm not finishing until I've drained my balls into you tight little twat." With that he started to rough pound me into the mattress, I could feel his low hanging nuts slam into my limp cock with each thrust. I gave up and resigned myself to being his pussy hole. He must have sensed this in me as he leaned down, spat on me and said "I told you you were going to love this cock". He picked up the pace on my hole and I sensed that his breathing was changing, his balls were no longer slapping against me as they drew up, ready to inject their deadly load into my stretched and destroyed hole. "Uunnnkkm" he heaved as I felt his whole body go rigid. I felt the huge pole inside me go still for a moment, and then begin to pulse inside my hole. Jet after jet of hot poz cum flooded into my vulnerable hole. "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD WHORE, I'M POZZING YOU RIGHT NOW." he screamed. He collapsed onto my back as I sobbed into the mattress. I felt him use his hips to push the toxic load deeper into me. After a few minutes I felt him lift off me, replace the butt plug and get dressed. "Good hole boy, I'm gonna recommend you to some friends." I heard the door open and close again. I was terrified and in the dark again, full of poz cum.

I was out running errands when I realized I was close to Vince's apartment. We were newish boyfriends and were still getting to know each other. We did not have plans but I decided to surprise him. He answered the door with a big drunken grin on his face. "Hey everybody, the boyfriend is here," he shouted as he pulled me into the apartment. Vince always called me boyfriend. I began to wonder if he even knew my name. I had to introduce myself to his friends. They all worked at the post office and were enjoying end of the work week drinks. There was Dale, the senior of the group, probably about fifty-eight as ordinary a specimen of manhood you could find. Next was Phillip, a stocky guy, thirty-ish with thick black hair who was some flavor of ethnic I would not begin to decipher. He had a smile that was all kinds of trouble. Lastly was the delicious Kevin, a twenty-something otter with a beautiful beard and very hairy forearms. I was supplied with a beer and a double shot of Southern Comfort and was soon as happy as the rest of the crowd. We sat around drinking and bullshitting until Kevin tried to stand up. He tottered back down and into me. I was not complaining. Lets just say I got very handsy helping him get erect. Vince suggested I put him in the extra room. The extra room as Vince called it was basically a giant junk drawer but it did have a davenport in it, yes I said davenport. I gladly manhandled Kevin to the room but when I tried to let him down to sleep he protested saying he could not sleep in his clothes. Too hot! Who was I to insist he remained clothed? I helped him out of his garments and oh sweet Jesus what a sight. All that gorgeous fur on his slim body. I boned up immediately but did resist fondling my boyfriend's workmate, that is until he lay down on his stomach and presented his hairy ass for my full viewing pleasure. I love cock, can't get enough cum but there is something about a really hairy ass that turns my crank. There was no way I was not going to eat that ass. God, Vince and a troop of nuns could have walked in at that moment and I would still have eaten that ass. I immediately buried my face in his crack. Kevin giggled but did not protest in the least. So much for loyalty from friend or boyfriend. His legs splayed as I got to work and his hole opened up for my invasion. It was better than good, it was fantastic. I petted and smoothed the fur on his cheeks as I tried in vain to push my head up his ass. I knew I should make it quick. Have my ass snack and get out but the throbbing meat in my pants would not let me leave. The way Kevin was moving his hips back and forth and up indicated to me he was fine just as things were. I had to fuck that hole. If I fuck a hole its getting my load deep. No condoms, no pulling out. I was loath to remove my tongue from his silky sheath. It tasted so wonderful. My cock would not be ignored. I quickly unzipped and yanked my meat free. This was going to be a clothed fuck. I couldn't risk getting naked although I longed to feel that furry body on my skin. My cock rested in his hairy crack seeking entry. Grinding into him I told him I was going to fuck him. Kevin moaned. "Tell my you want it," I insisted. "Beg me to breed your hole." He mumbled something into the cushion. I turned his head and kissed him. "Say it bitch, say you want my nut deep in your ass or I walk." Kevin sobered up enough to beg for my cock. He pleaded to be bred and fucked and bred again. I pushed in and gasped at the gorgeous heat of his chute. His puckered hole gripped my cock hard, his pulsing ring massaged me to extreme hardness. I had to pause or shoot my load before I could give him a proper rogering. Kevin was an insatiable bottom. He began to fuck himself on my cock bucking and writhing beneath me. I let him have his way for a moment but I was the fucker. I pushed his hips back down resting the head of my dick at the entry to his hole, then plunged. We both moaned without restraint and my animal instincts took over. I fucked that hot otter like I hated him, pile driving my meat as hard as my lust driven muscles could manage. He melted into a hairy horny cum receptacle and I was the god of jizz that would bestow that gift on him. My eyes started to roll in my head as the orgasm began to tighten my sack and rage through my cock to explode out my piss hole in a jet of creamy man juice. Kevin knew he was being bred and he shuddered with the euphoria of accepting my DNA deep into his guts. I collapsed on him my clothes damp with sweat and my breath ragged with exertion. I wanted a nap. I wanted to stay inside Kevin until dooms day. My overworked cock had other ideas as the poor guy deflated. Kevin's hole agreed with me as it tried in vain to keep hold of my meat. I had to taste his cummy hole. I was back in heaven as my tongue dug deep for a taste of my own sperm. His creamy chute was hotter and tastier and being well fucked opened even wider to my invading oral intruder. Kevin began grinding his erection into the cushion careful to go slow enough so as to not dislodge my tongue. We worked in unison to bring off his nut. As much as I would have liked to swallow his load I was content to eat ass while he rubbed one off into the cushion. A long low moan and the sudden grip of his pucker on my tongue was the only indication that Kevin had achieved ejaculation. It sent a wave of blood to my cock and I was tempted to have another go at his hole but a slight snore from the otter told me our moment was over. With one last kiss to each hairy cheek I adjusted my stiffy, zipped and turned out the light. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to the living room. Vince was sprawled on the love seat, his long frame dangling comically over the arm rests. He was asleep. Phillip too was conked out on the armchair a half drunk beer wedged in his crotch. Dale sat on the couch all too sober with a knowing grin on his face. I paused but smiled when I noticed the tent in his pants. He crooked a finger at me beckoning me over. "Let me have a taste of Kevin's ass," he said. With a glance at Vince I thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound'. I walked over passing by Phillip to grab the half drunk beer from his crotch and stood in front of Dale. He fished out my cock still slick with ass juice, spit and cum. I downed the beer tossing the can aside as I watched Dale feast on my meat. He was no stranger to cock and very good at reading my likes and dislikes. I began to wonder where this was going to lead. He let me know soon enough. "You made Kevin beg for your load and now its time for you to beg for mine," he ordered. We both glanced over at the blissfully sleeping Vince. "I want to fuck you right here in front of your boyfriend. I want your cheating ass within smelling distance of his snores." My cock throbbed and my hole spasmed but still I hesitated. I liked Vince, maybe was starting to fall in love. I certainly did not want to hurt him but the call of nature was loud in my ears and when a man orders you to bend over its a no brainer. Dale was calling the shots and I had no regrets once he undressed. He might be a plain as white bread with his baggy thrift store clothes but underneath his firm lightly muscled body belied a masculinity that promised a thorough breeding. I was a goner. He bent me over my face near Vince's as I braced myself for the onslaught. Dale wedged his face in my crack pushing spit in my hole in preparation for the fuck. He stopped to insist I let him know what I wanted. "Your load," was my answer. "Tell me all about it," he wanted more. With a twist of my nuts I understood the situation. "I want your raw cock in my hole," I pleaded. "Fuck my cheating ass, breed me." Dale moaned in my crack as my words spurred him on. "I need your nut man. Use my ass, make me yours." With a groan Dale reluctantly removed his tongue and stood pressing the head of his cock at my greedy pucker. "Back into me boy," he demanded. I complied my eyes nearly crossing at the blissful stretch of my hole as his thick meat took up residence in its cramped quarters. Once he bottomed out I was now half in love with Dale. The heat and hardness of his rod sending waves of pleasure through me. He began slowly letting the thrill of our mating pace itself. I gazed at Vince. His handsome face adorable in its slumber. I lightly kissed his slightly parted lips letting my tongue ever so carefully graze them. They parted even more. My eyes flew open to examine my boyfriend for any sign of alertness. He slept on. Daringly I pushed my tongue deeper tasting the beer fumes of his breath. Dale fucked harder. I knew better than to touch my cock. The thrill of tongue raping my sleeping boyfriend while his co-worker abused my ass had me right on the edge. I was in bareback fuck mode and needed my hole thoroughly banged and seeded. I pressed back making sure Dale understood how much I loved his cock in my hole, how much I needed him to unload his nut deep inside. I belonged to him at that moment to use as he wished. It was a righteous breeding. Eventually I had to abandon Vince to hold on tight as Dale revved up his efforts to deliver a truly brutal cornholing. I fucking loved it. Dales girthy meat had my hole hot and gaping as he delivered each thrust at a slightly different angle exploring every millimeter of my insides. When his nut came I thought he would break me so vigorous was the pounding he was meting out. I was putty in his hands even though his grip on my hips was nearly painful as he lost himself in the load his cock was jetting into me. I went to that special place you can only find when a real man is making you a part of him by injecting an essential part of himself. There is nothing in the world quite like taking a load. Its the best! When we calmed down Dale's cock showed no signs of flagging and I was not about to suggest he release me. As far as I was concerned Dale could bugger me all night long. A voice interrupted our post coital revelry. "Is this a party of two or can I join in." It was Phillip and he was stroking a monster of a cock. That smile was back on his face and I knew I was in for it. There was no way I could say no to a cock like that even though I doubted my ability to take such monumental column of man flesh. Dale put a stop to any thoughts of bailing. "I want to see that beast of a dick tearing up your cummy hole," he growled in my ear. "You'll get my second load after Phil here has plowed new territory for me." I involuntarily groaned with lust, need and terror. I knew it was going to be an ordeal but I wanted it. My greed for seed and the feel of cock invading my hole took over. These men could do whatever they wanted with me. My thoughts raced and I begged for a moment. I knew where Vince had a bottle of poppers in the freezer. I quickly retrieved it. Phillip was naked his cock looking even bigger and more sinister; the foreskin retracted completely revealing the pre-cum slicked head, red and shiny with the need to fuck. "On your back he ordered. I complied pulling my knees up to my chest. From my position next to the couch I could watch Vince as the men used me. My twisted mind loved it, my cock throbbed in anticipation of the three-way that was about to happen. Dale lowered his ass over my face being sure to hook my knees so Phillip could have easy access to my hole. I let my tongue leisurely slide across Dales puckered hole, taking my time savoring his crack. He pressed himself into me luckily suppressing the scream as Phil pushed his rampant cock into me. It took my breath away. In an act of supreme kindness Dale hopped off in order to feed me several long hits of the poppers. All the while Phillip never let up in his endless effort to stuff every inch of his python deep in my guts. The fat head of the serpent sought out new territory to explore as it inch further and deeper than I had ever experienced before. I was out of my mind with the wonder of being so thoroughly filled. Dale resumed position and I got to work with my own exploration of his ass. Dale was appreciative of my efforts grinding his ass into my face encouraging me to dig deeper. Dales asshole was my new bestfriend and I wanted to move in. God damn I love eating ass! Meanwhile Phillip had bottomed out and I was coming to terms with new arrangement of my insides. I was proud of myself and excited to have Phillip fuck and breed me. It proved to be a marathon. Dale finally had to move aside as the furious fucking Phillip delivered had me gasping for breath. Phillip clung to me like a limpet his cock anchoring him at one end and his tongue down my throat at the other. I knew he could taste Dale's ass on my lips and that only made him fuck harder. I didn't know being fuck like that, fucked so deeply and completely, that it took you to a whole different place in the erotic pantheon of sensations. It was incredible. I greedily bucked by hips wanting more and more cock. Phillip was a silent cummer as he spewed his seed so deep into me it would be several hours before I would begin to feel it ooze out of my puffy but well satisfied hole. Dale barely let Phillip enjoy his nut before before he pushed him aside for sloppy seconds or is that thirds? His second nut came quickly as his passions had escalated while watching Phillip skewer me with porn star quality dick. I happily received his load wondering if he could even feel anything as my hole felt wide open and slick with sperm. A quick glance showed me Vince was still off in dreamland. Liquor did have a tendency to put him in a coma. As a final surprise Kevin staggered out of the extra room his hard-on leading the way. He grinned at me and I knew I was going to get one more load. Kevin demanded I flip over so he could fuck me the way I had fucked him. I finally got to feel his pelt on my bare skin as he mounted me his entry eased by the jizz leaking out of my well fucked hole. I pushed my ass back greedy for his cock. Kevin was a tender lover skewering me with slow but passionate thrusts. He nibbled at my neck and shoulders. With a shudder he released his load into me and I came for a second time that night as my bone rubbed one out into the carpet. With guilty laughs we all grabbed wet towels to clean off and dress. I tentatively suggested we might do it again perhaps without sleeping beauty in attendance. The next morning Vince asked me what was wrong with my back. A look in the mirror revealed some minor rug burns, evidence of Phillip and Dale's energetic fucking. My cock boned up thinking about it. I mentioned something about exercising on the carpet before pushing Vince down on the bed. He tried to beg off but I needed to fuck. It was pump and dump, a boning for my pleasure only. I was fucking Vince but I thought of Kevin. I was going to have to do something about that.

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.

This has happened to me. The Top had fucked me bareback in the past but always pulled out. One night, he didn't. I could feel his cock pulsing and sensed the ropes of cum being injected into me. I was shocked, upset, beginning to panic....but very excited to have been pulled across that line. When he dropped out... after using his cock to fuck it in deeper....all I could think about was to reach back with my fingers to explore my hole. It was open, soaked with precum and his seed. It was starting to flow out and run down my legs. I, seemingly out of instinct and desire to continue my excitement, dropped on my stomach and tried to keep his jism in me. I was speechless. To this day, I appreciate his cumming in me and feel uneasy that it happened so unexpectedly. We're still good friends and occasional lovers.

not sure what I would called , but Just want to be used as a cum dump by as many tops as possible. while refusing none , so call me what you want BUT CALL ME

My last load happened three days ago on the overnight ferry from Germany to Sweden. An Iranian caught sight of me sitting by myself, we started talking, I am quite skinny and not very tall and when we were outside I started freezing. He found a corner in the dark, lifted my sweater and started kissing and pinching my nipples (in the old they were stiff). we wnt down to my room, he was sharing with two others, and there he made me stand on all four on the bed, he licked me, fingered me and without any warning or any lube but his spit - he pushed his cock to the bottom. When I started screaming, he pressed my head down into the pillow, took my hand s on my back and started fucking. He said this is what you wanted, and he as right, but the pain was almost unbearable. when He came inside me, he stayed hard, turned me around without slipping out of me and said now it would be better - because of the cum. He was right, he was a great kisser too. and his cock pumped me full of cum once more. he left me his phone number, said he had a friend who liked to join in, and asked if I would be ready for two cock in my asscunt. then he just left. I am

Lovely picture ...Gorgeus dick and cum out the ass mmmmmm

i've had similar exxperiences. After lots of thought and introspection i've come to understand where some of my ambivalent feelings come from: cultural conditioning against our nature/need/desire/reality. This first time a Top pissed inside of me was a "surprise." It happened with a regular Top FB who knew me pretty well and He risked crossing that blurred line of advise and consent with me. i was used to Him contacting me when He wanted to breed and i would always be waiting for Him naked and prone on my bed, door open for Him. Sometimes blindfolded, but really didn't see Him either way since i was prone, so it was a visually anonymous dynamic. He'd typically come in, undress, mount me and breed, then leave. Sometimes He 'talked dirty' to me, others He was silent. But it wasn't a completely anonymous relationship because we got to know each other pretty well through communicating by email where we exchanged information on who and how we were sexually. i knew He was a Top with some Dom, and He knew i was a bottom with some sub, so even though He had not outright asked if He could piss in my ass, He knew me well enough to realize it would probably be not only okay, but a real connecting place. He was right. The first time when He started pissing in me after breeding me, i was startled and He immediately started whispering in my ear asking me to take it, telling me how good it felt to Him. That was all it took to connect to the bottom and sub in me, and i suspect He was pretty confident i would respond that way. my startled response turned to being really turned on, and He could discern that and affirmed it, saying: "that's right, you like it don't you? you like that i am making you My piss slut?" And i heartily agreed, it was true. i see a Tops piss as another form of seed, especially when He connects to it that way, so for me this was a 'surprise breeding.' He tapped into a natural desire in me and overcame my conditioning against piss and being pissed in. He did take a calculated risk, but it paid off for both of us. i have found lots of things like this in my journey. For me, it's the same with soft domination where a Dom uses 'soft' humiliation/degradation. What i have come to realize is the feelings of humiliation/degradation/embarrassment i experience are responses that have been conditioned into me, the reason they are so arousing for me is because the acts that evoke them are also deeply affirming. Using my above example: the Top who pissed in me progressed that to a place where He called me His toilet and He got pleasure in having me acknowledge that i was and that i liked being that. It was/is embarrassing, even writing this, to admit that. And in general culture, i'd get plenty of disdain and shock from people if they knew or overheard that, and would probably turn beat red with humiliation and embarrassment at the degradation if it happened, but at the same time, i'd be deeply aroused because i'm a bottom with sub and love when a Top gets pleasure with me and puts His pleasure in me.

Just wondering who will replace the vile Lipscombe. Will it be one of Alex's little gang? Can't wait for Tom to make his delivery to the palace too. What an action filled chapter!

I’m not even masculine enough to be a faggot. I’m a girly sissy, and a t-girl cumdumpster. pretty much a girl with a useless cock and a hole that was born to take loads.

Probably. Between dark rooms and gloryholes can’t be sure who has their dick up my ass. Other times I don’t bother to look back and see who’s breeding my hole. I prefer to put myself in sexual situations where I don’t have to turn someone down. Actually can’t remember the last time I refused a load. I think there was still a Bush in the Whitehouse lol🤪

Count me as one of them, I would love to eat your hole especially if you have been taking loads. It gets me so hot and ready to make my own deposit.

I thanked you for that post because I think it's important that anyone who's chasing - or even considering chasing - understand that it's not a comfy feather bed life with chocolates on the pillow. Being part of some non-existent "brotherhood" doesn't do squat for you. And it's not, as you've noted, a relentless grind of bad things happening to you. For the most part, with enough resources and fortitude, it's all manageable, more or less, until it isn't any more. Triple-drug cocktails in a single (expensive) pill have been around for not quite 20 years. Thus far, broadly speaking, prognoses are good. But some of the earliest drugs have proven to have long-term toxic effects on the human body. The newest drugs, not so much, but then we have far shorter experience with them. And so far, it appears that the best of these drugs show no signs of becoming ineffective over the time they've been in use. There's no guarantee, though, that things will stay that way. What if we find out that these drugs work for, say, 30 years and then the virus manages to overcome them, after 30 years of hiding deep in the body where the drugs can't reach the virus? We assume that, of course, drugs will continue to advance, but for how long?

In general, I'd say none of us knows, or knew, or will ever know what we have gotten ourselves into. I thought I knew what to expect. I didn't. I thought I'd gotten a handle on it. I hadn't. I've lived with it now almost twenty years. I find myself losing that war of attrition. I'm tired beyond words. Very, very tired. And I've no-one left worth living for.

After stopping for dinner I got back on the road, the cold air of the valley lengthened the crack made by the rock that hit my windshield earlier that afternoon. I drove for about 15 more minutes before another rock hit my windshield causing it to practically shatter in place, it was tough to see, and too cold to stick my head out the window so I pulled over and called AAA. They were able to get a hold of a local tow service but even still it'd be an hour or more until I could get service. I fell asleep in the drivers seat and it was pitch black other than the cars driving by. I was awoken by a knock on my window. I got out of my car and was greeted by a large man. He was very nice and hooked my car up before helping me up into his cabin. It was a quiet ride to a garage where he parked and said, "Look AAA pays me to bring the car to the garage but you're on your own for a ride elsewhere and for a stay. Rental car joints won't be open until tomorrow morning." "Well that sucks, Is there a place to stay around here?" I asked. "Well, you kinda have a choice." He said while working. "Ok?" "You Uber across the valley to Bakersfield and find a hotel." "Or?" "You stay with my partner and I" He smiled and slapped his hands on his pants. "That sounds a lot better than waiting for an Uber and paying for a janky hotel, Let me grab my bag." I said and threw my go bag over my shoulder. "Smart boy" He said helping me into his cabin again, "But there will be payment." It felt like forever until we arrived at a pretty humble place in the middle of nowhere. I was a combination of horny and worried. I've been fucked by strangers before, even gone into homes I didn't know, but usually people knew where I was and I knew what I was going there for. "We got company tonight William" The driver, Rob, said as he entered his house. "Where did you- Oh hello", William said as he entered the room and saw me. He immediately started to eye me up and down and started to ask me questions, name, where am I from, and in between talking to Rob like I wasn't even there. "I love your job Robert, What happened to his car, etc." "Sounds like you had a rough night, go clean up." I went to the bathroom with the go bag, I cleaned myself out and showered. When I got out of the shower, my clothes weren't on the floor by the bag. I figured that there would be fun tonight, so instead of wrapping myself in the towel, I dried myself off and exited the bathroom naked, with only my chastity device. "Oh your poor cock, we can take care of that if you want sweetie" Willam said covering his mouth with his finger tips and staring at the device. "No, I'm good, thanks though." I answered. "You enjoy being locked up?" he asked. "I just get more out of submitting, thats all." "Have you ever been locked up?" "Tied down, yeah, but not locked." "Thats good enough for us" he said leaving the room. Rob entered the room out of the shower with just a towel on, He looked just as I'd imagined, big belly, strong arms and tons of hair. He smirked and made a comment about how he knew I was a bitch, and sat on the couch in his towel, then undid his towel. His cock was soft, and looked small, but there was also a lot of hair. I'm used to the clean cut men of Weho and 10inchscorpions high ticket crew. "Willam is just preparing the room, but we can get started," he patted the couch next to him. I sat next to him and leaned in to go down on him, one hand rested on my back, and the other behind his head. His hand started lightly rubbing and exploring as I started to lick the tip of his cock, navigating his belly and his hair. His cock started to grow in my mouth until it was almost too big for me to reach his balls with my tongue. I gave it my best, now horny as hell and very curious what was in the room Willam was in. William came out and started to explore my ass with his hands, probing and seemed to be checking my clean up job. He spread my cheeks and dove in, tonguing my hole causing me to clench in surprise. His finger pushed his saliva into me and he continued to lube me up with his spit. "This one came prepared Rob," Willam said taking a breather, "His ass is delicious." Rob grunted to acknowledge him, slapped my face full of his cock and said, "he just gave you a compliment trucker bait" I lifted my head and thanked William and then added, "It's Straightbait". "The fuck?" Rob said pulling me fully off his cock and spitting in my mouth. "The fuck you mean." His spit was surprisingly clean and not fowl like I've had before. "On porn websites, I'm Straightbait" "That sounds like our night got a lot more interesting." Rob said, turning on the large screen TV across the room, then reached over me to grab the bluetooth keyboard. He pulled up my videos and after a quick search, clicked on one of my gang bangs. He pulled me off his cock, and lifted me up by the throat. My hole was wet and cold, his cock was wet and ready. He placed me down on his cock, facing him, William was behind me, guiding his cock into my ass. Not the biggest by far that I've had but my hole was happy to be filled again. He hugged me close, my head on one side of his. William walked around the couch and shoved his cock in my mouth standing behind the couch and rob who was slowly moving his cock in and out. My chastity device was pressing into his stomach and seemed uncomfortable for the both of us. Rob grabbed my hair and pulled me off Willams cock. Grabbed me by the throat, clasping both hands on either side of my neck and lifted me, choking me, airborne and walked with me like a rag doll to a dark room. He placed me on my feet, the floor was cold, and I could feel it's roughness. A light turned on over a torn up car and Rob went to the wall, grabbing bolt cutters off a rack. "that thing comes off, But you're still not cumming slut," rob said. He used the bolt cutters to tap my inner thighs making me spread my legs. He placed it on the small lock and snipped it off. Grabbed my whole cock and device and painfully pulled it off me. He then twisted my arm behind my back and bent me over like a prisoner unable to see where I was being taken. We walked to a room where he pushed me into a sling, grabbed my ankles and locked them to the chains on either side. "What were you on in the gangbang, meth?" "no" I answered. "GHB? What was it slut" he said gripping my balls. "Xanax if anything." I answered. "If anything?" he said pulling me by my balls. "I just like poppers and I'm good" "Well no shit, thats impressive" Another TV turned on to our right. William picked another video. "Hey Rob, Did you notice his ass?" "What about it?" he said shoving a thumb into me, a nail scratching on it's way in. "He looks like one of Michaels." William said choosing a 10inchscorpion video. "No fucking way, Mikey?" Rob asked. "You know a boy by the name 10inchscorpion?" "Yes sir, I've met Michael." I said, my head back, enduring the assault on my hole. "You've met him!? he let you see him?" "Yes sir." "Damn you must be special, or a damn good fuck." Rob said pulling his fingers out, then slapped my ass. "You, you guys know him?" I asked. "Know him? HA, we pozzed him little one, Little Mikey is all grown up." Rob spit on his cock and pressed it into my ass again, starting what was going to be a long night.

Part two I was too numb with betrayal and exhaustion to react when Sam and Mark entered my motel room. Without a word Mark approached and slapped me hard knocking me off the bed. "I told you to wait at the foot of the bed on the FUCKING floor," he spat at me. "You are almost too dumb to fuck." I stared up at Mark trying to find a trace of the man I once loved in his angry face. "Did you ever love me," I asked genuinely wanting to know. "Yes," Mark answered sounding sincere but then shrugged. "At least I thought I did. Turns out its your money I love. A boy gets used to evenings out and expensive clothes." He brushed an invisible speck off the cashmere sweater I got him for his last birthday. "Don't get me wrong boyfriend, I think I could have loved you had you not been such a drag in the sack. For fucks sake who insists on condoms for two years. Do you even understand how sti's work? I mean you really are quite fuckable. When we first met I thought you looked like Ryan Reynolds but better looking, then I found out what a frigid bitch you were in bed, game over." Mark reached for Sam and gave him a kiss. "Then I met Sam and discovered we had the same problem. His ball and chain was a bigger dried up cunt than you. Sam went five years without wetting his dick in the ole pink." They both laughed and Sam grabbed my arm to haul me up. "Time to get the show on the road," he said roughly pushing my head sideways to examine where I was slapped. "Tsk, tsk," he admonished Mark noting my red skin. "Can't be damaging the merchandise." "Cheer up boyfriend," quipped Mark as he rifled through my wallet helping himself to the cash, "we're going to a party." I suppose I should have paid attention as we drove but I couldn't bring myself to care. We ended up in an unsavory district of warehouses and abandoned buildings. Without knocking we entered one of them. The hallway led us to sort of waiting area and a rat faced man in leather. He face split with an oily smile, "Is this the party favor then," he asked pointedly without a greeting. Mark pushed me forward and the rat faced man proceeded to examine me like stock. "He's a pretty one, too good for this crowd. They'll eat him alive." "Are you saying you don't want him," Marks voice was loud with irritation. "Oh I want him alright but he looks.....reluctant." He reclined putting his feet up on the table never taking his eyes off me. "I don't mind using a bit of, lets say, persuasion but we can't have the party favors putting up a fight every time one these fat slobs or vice ridden perverts wants their turn." Mark pinched my face like a child and gave it a wiggle. "Don't you worry, he will be on his best behavior. Won't you boyfriend. He understands the consequences of refusing. Tell the man you will behave." I only nodded and Mark jabbed me in the back prompting a verbal response. "I'll do what I am told," I said eyes downcast. "Good enough for me," the host said jovially hopping up to open a door. "Hand him over to Peter to get geared up. Come back for your cut when the party is over. Have fun boys," he concluded with a little wave. Peter was an obscenely obese man ludicrously attired in a leather harness and kilt. His piggy eyes sparkled as Sam explained I was one of the nights party favors and needed kitted out. We were left alone and I was glad to be away from the monsters that had turned my life upside down. Peter ordered me to undress while he selected various leather items. His hands fondled and petted every part of my body as he fitted me with harness, cuffs, shackles and collar. My skin went cold and my cock withered as he pulled on it before stuffing it in a jock. "All set," he said admiring his work. I was hoping he was done with me but it was not to be. Peter had one more preparation before the party could start. "You do understand," he pointed out," what is going to happen to you out there. I mean you will be thoroughly fucked for the next few hours." I nodded knowing that would be one of the highlights of the evening. "The question," he asked," is how do you want to start the night, specifically lube or no lube. Those pigs won't even give you the benefit of a little spit. They'll be tearing into your ass right from the start. So can you handle it?" "Can't you provide me with some lubrication," I pleaded dreading a dry fuck as much as anything I could think of. Peter grabbed his crotch. "I've got your natural lube right here, a quick lick and a poke and you'll be set to go. I cum buckets." I couldn't believe he wanted to lube me up with his own cum but what choice did I have. I agreed. Peter laboriously got down on his knees and gestured for me to bend over. I did as instructed and was immediately impaled with his snake like tongue. It was my first sober rim job and I would be lying if I refused to admit how amazing it felt. I sort of melted into Peter as he expertly lubricated my hole with spit. It was over too soon as I was lost in the best I had felt for days. Reality sparked back into my consciousness as Peters cock poked at my asshole. His fat belly rested on my back. Too his credit he went slowly being sure to smear his precum all around my hole before applying pressure. Peter's cock was proportionate to his size and he filled me completely. Grabbing me by the hips he fucked me with deep thrusts that left me gasping for breath. I felt guilty pleasure as he repeatedly scraped my prostate. I was leaking precum by the time he grunted and moaned releasing his load. Without further instructions I was led into the main room. It was scattered with couches mattresses, chairs, a fuck bench and two slings. I wasn't ignorant, I had seen porn before but of course had never been anywhere near such a place. My blood turned cold as I watched another party favor being strapped over the fuck bench. He seemed thrilled to get into position. Who the fuck were these people? I was led to a sling. The leather felt startlingly cold on my bare skin. A masked handler slipped the straps around my ankles and another around my midsection cinching it tightly. As he was finishing Mark approached the sling with a malicious grin on his handsome face. "How ya doin' boyfriend?" he asked without expecting an answer. I refused to look at him. To my surprise he leaned down for a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and his stubble sent an involuntary shudder to my loins. Mark's kisses were expert. "I do love to see you in leather," he purred pulling on various straps. He looked me over admiring the scene. "I will be around to witness the gangbang," he viscously tweaked a nipple causing me to buck but of course stayed bound in the leather restraints. "And I will be donating a load or two. I haven't had enough of your ass.....yet." With a slap that sent pain exploding through my temples he walked off. I knew at that moment that no matter the consequences I could not live with Mark as the master of my future and that I would have to take extreme measures. Namely making a phone call to the one person I swore I would never speak to again. But that would have to wait. I had an evening carnality to endure. My dark thoughts were interrupted by a shadow crossing the dim light around me. A face came into view, one I should recognize but could not place. "Hey buddy." He smiled and then I remembered, it was Roger, Mark and Sam's drug dealer. "That Mark is such a prick. If he wasn't such a hot lay I'd tell him to fuck off. Plus he throws a lot of business my way," he trailed off, "so there you go." I examined Roger as he sort of petted and fumbled at me. He was rather plain looking but with a sweet smile and, I could not help but notice, a tight slim body, lightly muscled. My memories of him were confused with the images of him fucking me and my drug enhanced reality of the experience. "Say, this is going to be a long night for you." He looked around covertly. "There could be 40 maybe up to 60 guys here tonight all wanting a piece of the new meat. The more loads you take the more they are going to want a go at your hole." Simon adjusted his crotch. Obviously the thought of my being gangbanged was making him hard. "Its going to be hot as fuck but maybe not so much for you seeing how new you are to the scene. I could help with that." He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "I know you got a raw deal in all this but a shot of this will make your evening go way smoother, hell you might even enjoy it." He waggled the drug filled needle. "I'll even sneak back to top you off later to make sure you are still up in the clouds." He grinned that evil grin of his, it was sexy despite its origin. His hands never quit moving and eventually his fingers found their way to my hole. He slid in. The load I had already taken slicking up his digits. He removed them and took a taste. "I see Peter already had his way with you." I nodded. "I bet he used that old line about no lube in the play area." Again I nodded. Roger laughed, "Peter likes to be first and its not a bad deal, he cums a torrent. So what's it going to be rich boy, you want to fuck in the stars or down here in the gutter?" Again in felt there was no choice but to take him up on his offer. Roger quickly tied my arm and administered the drug. I watched his face as a rapture overtook his features while the liquid mixed with my blood. He loved his work. I was surprised by my the sudden need to cough and an odd metallic taste at the back of my throat. It was quickly surpassed by the euphoria that cascaded through my body. Roger smiled down at me and winked. "See you around stud, I'll be back for some of that well used hole." I was lost in my own hazy world as the drug turned the sensations of being bound in a leather sling to an erotic foreplay of the evenings events. I barely noticed at first as men surrounded me but of course came back to a reality of sorts as a fat cock entered my hole. A big bearded man glared down at me as he savagely skewered me. It felt amazing and I gasped out a thank you to Roger and the man who was fucking me. How had I ever lived without this? In the back of my mind I knew it was the drug making me feel that way but fuck me I had never experienced such intense and pleasurable sex. I begged for more and was not disappointed as top after top helped themselves to my bound ass. Both Mark and Sam made an appearance and Mark was none too pleased when he found me high on drugs and sex begging to be bred. He expected a bruised and broken man enduring the torments of a gangbang but Roger had derailed that plan. Sam happily ate my ass before plugging me with his beer can of a cock. "Damn boy, you really changed your tune. Fuck you are slick." His fucking pace quickened and he quickly added to my load count. Mark on the other hand couldn't get his cock hard enough to have a go. He got off on my pain and that was not happening. Mark stomped off to go watch one of the party favors being flogged on a St. Andrew's cross. There was a lull in the action and Roger approached sliding his rampant cock into my well used hole. "Having fun," he asked gently fucking me. I grinned and nodded. "I knew you would. That's some good shit running through your veins." He gave a look a round before producing another needle, from where I couldn't not tell. He was buck ass naked. "This next round," he explained, "Is going to be rough so I got a little extra something for you." With a deftness that defied belief he injected me again without interrupting his fuck. A gentle moan escaped his lips as he unloaded, flushing my already well lubed hole with his nut. He kissed me then, very tenderly. "You are being a good sport. You and I could have a lot of fun together." And then he was gone. The short interlude made me forget to question his remark about the next round being rough. I did not have long to wait nor did I care when I found out as the new round of pharmaceuticals raged through my system. I was ready. A furry muscle man hefted a duffle bag and dropped it at my feet. From it he pulled black dildos of various sizes. I could see little of the process as my mouth was continually filled with cock. I couldn't get enough and neither could my hole as the muscle man proceeded to work over my hole with silicone cocks. It was a whole new level of sexual awareness as my hole was stretched ever wider to accommodate the girth of the dildos. When the size became more and more difficult they would give me a break that consisted of poppers and real cock. I had no complaints. Sam came by to drop off another load but saw no more of Mark. Roger hovered in the background to swoop in for a quick poke and a kiss. Roger was there when I took my first fist. It was not the muscle man whose huge mitts would have torn me apart. Another man with smaller hands enthusiastically fucked my hole with his fist. I thrashed in my leather bindings trying to buck and grind myself harder on his fist. The man knew what he was doing. My orgasm started to build and build. When I came the crashing crescendo blasted cum out my untouched cock spattering anyone within spitting distance with my jizz. I was spent but the show only spurred the men on to greater fuckery as they cheered each other on to fuck and breed my sloppy cum drenched hole. They lasted longer than I having passed out at some point. Roger woke me up with gentle slaps and proceeded to undo the bindings. I could barely stand as he helped out of the sling. Roger helped me to dress and walked me back into presence of the rat faced man where Mark and Sam also waited. Mark and Sam were paid for my services with a fat roll of bills. Mark looked me over with disgust. As disoriented as I was I let my indifference to his feelings be known. To Roger he said, "Get that slut cleaned up and back to the house. He has to be to work in the morning." I let them depart without comment and Roger steered me out the door behind them. I needed a bath and I had a phone call to make.

Here's the thing. It's possible to have discussions about an illegal activity without becoming involved in illegal activity. Otherwise, it would be impossible for law enforcement, psychologists, journalists, and so forth to ever discuss the real world. I don't purport to speak for the site owner or moderator here. But here's my understanding of how it works. Underage: You can't be on here if you're underaged. Period. You can talk in general terms about experiences you may have had while underage, as long as they're not being eroticized. In other words, it's okay to say "My first time was at 14"; it's not okay to write up a porn-worthy paragraph about all the sex you were having at 14. You certainly can't post seeking underaged persons (for sex or otherwise). Rape: You can discuss your own experiences with being raped. You can debate whether particular behavior, clinically described, would count as rape. You can post erotic fiction that involves rape or pseudo-rape circumstances. You CANNOT advocate for actual rape. What to do about it: If you see posts that violate these rules, you should report them (the moderators will review and decide; they can remove posts, sanction the poster, or even if it's justified, remove them from the forum entirely. You also have the ability to "ignore" any member who posts material you don't like, so that you don't have to read his writing. And you don't have to open any topic you feel might upset you. But bottom line, if you keep "stumbling" onto stuff that offends you that seems to pass muster with the moderators, maybe this site isn't for you.

How did you learn about film arcades and adult bookstore hookups?An older co worker told me about them when I was 19.1974 we worked at adjacent buildings and he knew I was always horny.He mentioned the place and said he would take me there that weekend.Met at his place around the corner from the bookstore and we smoked some really strong weed while he regaled me with stories about his gay life and what to expect tonite etc.Mike had told me to dress sexy to attract men and I had complied showing up in what was to become a uniform of cuttuffs teeshirt and flipflops.Leaving his apartment we walked to the bookstore where he was greeted by the clerk who threw me an appraising glance and smile.Mike purchased the tokens and pulled me away from the gay magazine rack into the very dark fulm boothe arcade.His hand on my butt pushed me towards the very last booth pushed me in and closed the door behind us.Started the film which was a gay sex flick that totally had me heart pounding and my cock twitching from the excitement and all the weed we had smoked.It was all happening so fast...We kissed and as I got into kissing him back he took my hand and ran the fingers around a hole between our booth and the next....soon a hard cock popped thru and he pushed me down and told me to suck it off....which I did.Got so into it was surprised then the ejaculation started filling my mouth with a strangers cum.That cock pulled back and I heard the booth door open as the stranger left.Mike pulled out another joint and we shared it,he showed me how to blow the smoke out the exhaust vent.As the rush began to build anew Mike told me he was going to watch from the next booth and to just please whatever men came in.Leaving the door ajar he left,and very soon another man entered.He dropped his pants and pushed me down to suck his cock and I did,the rush making my heart pound and head spin.He pulled me up after a few moments turned me around to face the screen and whispered in my ear"I'm gonna fuck you now faggot" as his hands undid my shorts and pushed them down roughly,exposing my twink bubble butt to his hard glistening cockhead which immediatly started probing my hole.He openned a small packet of lube and smeared it around my hole and on his cockhead,then just pushed it in.The smell of alcohol on his breath was strong as he tongued my ear as he fucked me silly,and I remember thinking"I'm getting fucked by a drunk at 1am in a bookstore filmbooth"He started to groan,and his thrusts gott infrequent and deep as he came.Pulling out his cum ran out a bit and I couldn't keep it in....he pulled his pants up and left without a word.Another man entered as he left sliding the door shut and dropping his sweatpants in one fluid motion,He pressed a hard cock into me and started fucking me using the previous deposit as lube.After he came and left another just wanted a blow job so I did that too.Mike came back into my booth and pulled my shorts back up and said we should leave now,and that I could spend the nite at his place.We walked back,I remember my ass was a bit sore and leaking cum too.Mike gave me a sleeping pill and water and we shared his bed me still in my cum soaked clothes all nite.The next morning we talked about the nite before and he told me his fav joy was watching young twinks getting bred by strangers like that and he thanked me for letting him watch,and that I was going to be a good cumdump,first time I ever heard that word.Mike and I would become good friends and we replayed that nite several times,as well as eventually having a LOT of sex together.We lost touch when he moved in the 1980's and later learned he died of aids related pneumonia.Mike showed me a world I never would have known existed.Wish I could have been there for him later when he got sick,and would love to have been pozzed by him.Think he would have liked that.

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Knocked Up In Booth #7 Here I was waiting in booth #7. That's my favorite booth here at this adult bookstore. The door is unlatched so that people can come in to visit. But today I am expecting someone that I'd messaged with on bbrts. I'm laying on the bench closer to the screen. I cleaned out my ass before coming and lubed it up and stretched it out with my largest plug. I remember seeing his ad for the first time. Nice looking dick! Black, 50, Looking to breed a nice ass. Awesome! Into... married men... chubs... Nice. Take loads anal... No, Oral, No. Give loads Anal and oral... Yes! Sweet! Cock, Large, Uncut! Hot! Then I see what instantly makes my little cock start to throb and leak pre-c um... My Status: Positive! Holy shit Yes! Your Status: Ask Me! I immediately hit the "Oink" button. Then I hit E-Mail and sent this: "Hey There... Nice looking dick" A few minutes later I see the little status bar flash. He responded! "Nice looking ass! Unlock?" I hit the unlock button then the E-Mail again and sent: "Thanks! It loves to be fucked and filled" He unlocked his pics and I looked at them. He was very tall and thin and sinewy looking but with a little bit of a belly. He had nnumerous tattoos and even though he was medium dark complected you could see vascularity in his legs especially. His reply came back quickly: "I'd love to pump a hot load in you" I was now very excited and replied: "You want to knock up my neg, married ass?" His answer: "Hell yeah!" I replied: "can you host?" His answer: "No, can you?" Damn... I replied: "No. You ever go to the bookstore booths" His reply email: "Yes, which ones do you like?". We made arrangements for a time to meet up at the bookstore which brings me back to where I started. I got there, and purchased $10 in tokens then went to booth #7, put the tokens into the machine, set the channel and took off my shoes and clothes and laid down on the bench. As I was waiting, there were several false starts, or as I like to call them "Looky loos". People who stick there head in and look, then quickly leave. I always wonder what these people are looking for. I imagine some just aren't into an older chub. Probably others are looking to suck or be fucked themselves and not interested in a bottom. And some maybe are just looking for an empty booth that someone had left playing with extra tokens. Whatever. Eventually I heard the door open and someone came in, then I heard the latch slide closed. Promising! Even more promising he started dropping tokens in the machine, signalling that he was planning to stay for a while. I couldn't clearly see who it was but I was sure hoping it was the guy from bbrts. The only light was coming from the screen playing one of the tranny videos, which are what I like to watch a lot when I am in the booths. I was wearing nothing but jock underwear and I had left a bottle of lube on the other bench. The visitor moved closer and I could feel his hands start to touch my back and butt. Then I heard the lube bottle being pumped and felt a finger start to invade my ass. Pushing in, then pulling out, then two fingers in, then three. Then pulled back out. Long, slim, bony fingers. I think it is the guy I am supposed to meet. Then I started to feel his dick head sliding in my crack until it found my hole and started to slip in. Even though I was well lubed and stretched and he had applied plenty of lube to his big dick it burned a little as my hole was stretched open. He was at least as big around as my biggest plug. Slowly he slid inside until he was all the way in. Yep, every bit as long as my biggest dildo too. I couldn't help but let out a moan that was loud enough to hear over the porn playing as he bottomed out and I felt his pubes against my smooth ass. He waited a few seconds for me to accommodate him then started to pull back out causing me to moan again. Then he pushed back into me hard and started to work his dick in and out. He pounded my ass hard for probably at least 10 minutes, his big balls slapping against my taint and me making little noises as I was being used. Then his pace picked up and I noticed his breathing start to get more heavy. He then stopped all the way in and I could feel his dick start to throb and hot jets of cum being blasted deep inside me. He stayed inside me and didn't pull out. After a few seconds to recover I felt him start to move in me again. This time it took him at least 20 minutes before I felt him unload in me again. Just in time because right after he did the tokens ran out and he left without saying a word, leaving me to get dressed in the dark in the booth, the only light coming from the "insert tokens" message on the screen. As I walked out of the bookstore I could feel his cum leaking out of my abused hole and the rest of the day I had that "just fucked" feeling. I didn't know if I would hear from him again, but when I got home I logged onto bbrts and sent him a message thanking him for the loads. I was very pleased when about an hour later I got a reply back: "Meet me there again tomorrow" To be continued?

There used to be a place near me, that sadly has closed down. I have mixed feelings about it closing, I was going there a couple nights a week, for a few months, and had lost ALL control. It really fucked with me, and I have honestly really never been the same sense. There were a few regulars there, older men, heavy set, smelly, very dirty uncut cocks. Im talking nasty dick cheese cocks that I doubt many guys would go near. First few times it grossed me out, but, I found myself still sucking them off, I literally couldnt stop myself. I am VERY submissive any time I see a cock. I remember sucking a nasty cock, and saying in my head, WTF am I doing, this is disgusting, WTF is wrong with me. I actually teared up a bit it was fucking with me so bad, yet, I was ROCK hard. After my first nasty cock encounter there I told myself I was done, not going back to that place. I didnt last a week, and I went back, 3rd cock I sucked that night was another very nasty cock, there I was again. I kept going back a couple times a week, and quickly got to the point I was HAPPILY sucking any nasty cock there. It really put me in my place, and made me realize I have no control, and I have been fucked up ever sense.

Went on a Sunday night (only day i was able to go, damn work schedule) and got there after 7 when it opens. Picked up after 8, moderate crowd. Really impressed by the setup, elevated gloryhole platforms, regular gloryholes, fuck benches and slings. Great atmosphere. Sucked 10 cocks, swallowed 3 loads, got fucked raw by 3 guys, and 2 loads up my ass. Definitely would go back.

What is the optimal time / days of week to go if a younger Top like me wants to enjoy lots of older (45+) daddy types? Thank you!

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.