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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)

Grow up and find someone who's outwardly speaking about being single and wanting to be with someone - You aren't fantasizing about someone in a poly relationship. You're projecting onto someone in a straight relationship you have a crush on - and so I repeat: grow up.

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.

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.

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town. There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving. The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs. While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit. Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those. I had lots of luck there, too. On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole. In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative. You see, I'm a total cumdump slut. I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load. I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place. Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place. I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved! So, first chance I got, I went to check it out. My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area. I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt. I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door. It was only 10:00 pm! There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds. My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in. Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors. They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line. There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s. One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down. They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation. "I'm new here, haven't been before," I said. "Is it always this busy?" "Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock. "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month." "Oh?" I asked. His partner chuckled. "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face. The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans. Mercifully, the wait was not long. I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down. Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed. "Take that out," he ordered." I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door. The inside of the club was exactly as I expected. It was dark, the walls painted black. A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out. Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me. "Here for the evening?" I nodded. "Locker or room?" I opted for a room, paid, and received the key. As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights. My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past. A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking. It felt odd. Only in one room did I see any action going on. An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him. The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music. He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass. Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside. I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand. Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door. I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole. Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass. A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside. This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck. But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line. "Hi there!" he shouted over the music. "Mark loves your hole. Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!" Intrigued, I stood up. Both he and Mark were naked. I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs. My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts. But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again. "I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile. "We're 'the Marks'." "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jay." "Come with us!" Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door. We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor. The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone. Most of the guys there had shed their clothes. I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender. White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks. Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them. A cornucopia of cum. And I wanted it all. Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark. We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement. A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room. Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him. Still more lined the walls. Almost all were naked. I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm. "Who is that?" I asked. Mark grinned. "That," he said, "is Santa Poz. You're going to want to meet him." "Santa -?" I stammered. Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on, I'll introduce you!" Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne. He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots. His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly. Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear. Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over. Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting. "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate. If he gifts you, it takes. Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb. By December first, he's ready. He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve. Twenty-four guys a year." As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap. No wonder he had so much success! He probably tore apart every hole he fucked. I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts. Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me. "This is Jay!" he shouted. Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him. He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet. His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh. It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm. It was framed by two huge, hairless balls. The music stopped and the crowd parted. A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa. Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne. Then Santa spoke. "Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here. Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood." Wait, WHAT? My mind started spinning. Surely he didn't mean me! Yet he pointed to me. "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it." I was reeling now. Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line? Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred? What the hell was I doing?!?!?! I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed. I couldn't think clearly. I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed. But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load. Could I? I felt every eye in the room on me. Everyone watched and waited for my response. I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs. I was torn, I was confused. And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand. Was this really happening? Was I about to go through with this? I climbed on the bed. The crowd cheered and applauded. The two Marks were grinning wildly. Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face. "Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder. Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum. Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap. Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne. He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me. Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway. At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug. I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me. Was this Santa Poz? No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him. I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was. A brush. They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took. Bottom Mark offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out. My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught. After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole. He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered. Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across. The normally white bristles were red with my blood. Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed. The crowd began to chant. "Santa Poz! Santa Poz!" The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths. My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event. Bottom Mark inserted the plug next. It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth. He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base. Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease. Then the crowd went quiet. Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress. He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them. This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard. I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress. "Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied. I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft. Then it was time. He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole. I was breathless in anticipation. He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass. I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it. He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me. Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass. Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me. I screamed in pain. I writhed in pain. I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me. The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched. Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing. The fucking was relentless. This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around. It filled me like I have never been filled before or since. The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know. I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate. A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark. Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift." I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome. Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa. Please give me my gift!" A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze. His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting. The crowd cheered. It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz. But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done. The waiting was over. Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me. I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full. He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock. It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well. I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could. I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube. As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before. "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole. I suddenly felt full again. He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room. I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted. I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home. I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed. By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am. I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon. When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out. When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand. Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up. I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00. Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club. "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?" I thought to myself. One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight! It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today. His success rate remains steady at 100%.

I am glad Michigan and Indiana still have bookstores. I would so much rather cruise there than sit online.

First of all I'm so happy that I can make posts again. I dunno why the forum won't let me post more than 3 (I think) messages here. Well I suppose it's one of the things u say without actually meaning them, just because it sounds "fun" like "oh everything sucks here take me with u to another planet" or whatever About real friends.. i don't know. If he can think for himself (and not being let's say brainwashed by stupid stereotypes) i suppose he would be cool with that. About the women hitting on u, I feel u. Most of them ready mysterious/charming doctor that waits for his princess or something. I've been called gay once bcz I have a tattoo with 7 names on my chest. Only one of them belongs to a girl and a guy called me a faggot that i was ganbanged by the owners of these names. And he would insult me and hit me without me fighting back. that was funny because I was taller and stronger (I do boxing). One time he called me faggot he punched me in the face and made me bleed. So I punched him back several times and I told him aye, i'm a faggot and i pretty much like it. And that could be my first coming out story haha. @bbzh your message is so true. So so true. When I had that ginger guy that I really loved (as a friend) I wanted to touch him. Not fuck with him. More like hugging him. And that hug made me happy. I guess strong emotions could be expressed via sex? Maybe it gets too intense and being verbal (I love you) or a quick hug is not enough. Maybe there are cases that sex serves just to show how you love someone. Btw,when my ginger friend would touch me/hug me I would fall asleep. @BareLover666 I agree with what u say. And i'm glad I found this site bcz i can just communicate. Gays in a close distance would want to fuck not talk. I do need to get him something back, not about the value but about the meaning of giving a gift. It's something we do in Greece. When you are given a gift you have to give a gift back too. So as to be a balance. About the friendship part, he shared something with me. A kind of abuse he had from his father. I felt glad that he felt safe to share. And his eyes became watery. I got agry that his father would be cruel. Funny thing though, I never got angry with mine, although he was way way way way way worse. I didnt quite share my story bcz he will keep asking and I wll have to say many things. Not that I don't really trust him. I just wish I could forget them. I think that a part of me loves being from the US and wants to return and another part believes that by not rethinking of certain events will make them go away. @onyourkneesI'm not outwardly speaking about being single and wanting to be wth someone too. I'm not fantasising. I'm trying to think. And the more I think the more confused I get. And I can't grow up, at least I can't control it, this is who I am. I'm trying to figure if i want him as a lover or as a friend. This gets blurry in my mind many times. I can't easily draw a line.

As am I. Many excellent replies on a subject I have no personal knowledge of, and thus, no ability to respond, other than to offer this: It's never good, decent, uplifting or tolerable to harm others, particularly kids; which protection must be and has long been codified into law. Thanks, all you guys who have replied to this.

I've been thinking the same thing off and on too. But I'm also waiting for Max to see some pictures of Alex in his official capacity, and put two and two together. In which case, we might have the answer to your question!

One cold winter night I wanted to get fucked I was trying all the apps but nobody was around. I saw this guy a few towns away but his stats didn't appeal to me but I was desperate. What made me suspicious were his public pics were shot at such angles that it did not show how heavy he was. I like rarely hook up without a face pic but I did that night. When I got to his place my suspicions were correct he was not a good looking guy actually kind of ugly but his clothes and haircut didn't help. He made me lay on the edge of his gross bed and he started standing up but because of his belly he wound up crawling on me and pumping me groaning and moaning. He jizzed a huge load in me and I jumped up got dressed and left. Even high I felt disgusting and hated myself. I kept thinking of him sweating and grunting on me and repulsion turned to lust and I went back the next night and the next. There is nothing else no oral or anything just me in his disgusting dirty bed and him crawling on top of me crushing me and pumping like a savage. He makes me feel how I felt when my dad told me "the only thing worse then having a queer son is a junkie queer son". Its a familiar feeling so now writing this I wanna text him.

You can fantasize about being whatever makes you feel good....super stud...huge cock....man of intrigue.....always desired....rich....whatever. But contracting an infectious disease that's killed too many good men, isn't daring, romantic or smart; especially if you can pop a pill and greatly reduce your chances of contracting HIV or WORSE, is a fool's errand. Get pRep.

So delicious

I have 11 uncles! I was molested by one who I did not like, wah, and lusted after another who never touched me. He could have done anything he wanted to me at any time but unfortunately was not inclined in that direction or at least did not pick up on the fact I wanted his cock in me. I am jealous of guys who have had the experience I craved. It’s not for everyone of course, as for me getting fucked by my uncle would have made me a happy camper. I still would bend over for him.

The Raw Adventures of Jack (Part 3) We left the club together, Hoodie, his friend and I, and in the orange lamplight hastily climbed into a really battered old Marina; it was full of all sorts of junk and reeked of cigarette smoke. My god those cars are old and this one rattled and choked like it was on its death bed! I pushed some of the junk onto the floor and sat in the back with Hoodie beside me; he spent the whole journey running his left hand up and down the inside of my right thigh, deliberately bumping into my crotch. The agony in my balls was exquisite! ‘Oh sorry, this is Phil,’ Hoodie tapped our driver fondly on the shoulder. Phil glanced over at me as though this kidnapping was an everyday occurrence. ‘Hi Phil. I’m Jack,’ and I turned to Hoodie. ‘What’s your name? You haven’t told me.’ Hoodie popped that lop-sided grin at me again and paused his massage of my leg. He moved closer to me across the back seat and looked me deep in the eyes. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His grin spread wide. What a cheeky bastard you are, I thought …. a cheeky, teasing, dirty, fucking gorgeous bastard. ‘I’m Mateusz. My friends call me Matt but you can call me Mateusz if you like!’ He grinned broadly and gave my chin a soft pretend punch. ‘Now play nice, Matt,’ Phil chirped from the front. Okay I thought. You are a cheeky bastard and I’m going to have to be careful with you. And actually from that point on I’ve deliberately never called him anything but Mateusz. ‘That’s a Polish name, huh? I thought, when I met you, you might be Danish.’ ‘Yup. My folks are from ‘the old country’. I guess Denmark’s not a bad guess. I’ll give you 6 out of 10.’ ‘You’re keeping a score?’ I raised an eyebrow. The horny bastard just kept grinning at me and started playing with my thigh again. ‘Oh god!’ Phil groaned from the front. Sounds like I’m not the first bit of ass Mateusz has taken home. The guys shared a flat just across the main road from King’s Cross. We left the car and entered a tall 19th century red-brick building, gloomy in the lamplight. Two flights up and we reached the flat. Like the car, the flat was a complete mess, stuff everywhere and there lingered the smell of curry and cigarettes. It was warm inside. Once in we took off our shoes, Phil busied himself in the kitchen and Mateusz offered water for us all. I accidentally stepped on some hand weights. ‘Oh! Who works out?’ I asked. ‘Not me,’ said Mateusz thumbing his hand at Phil, who raised an arm. ‘I don’t need it,’ he grinned. ‘Come on; we are going to have a shower.’ He pushed me roughly towards the door and out into the corridor. ‘We are? Oh okay!’ Mateusz led me to one of the bedrooms; he left the lights off but the all-pervading orange of the street lamps lit the room perfectly well. He stripped so fast I barely had time to notice. Unbuckling his belt, he slid the blue jeans down in one swift action leaving them where they lay on the floor; the hoodie and t-shirt came over his head in a similar fast action and flew across the room, though he took a second carefully to unhook his glasses and rest them on a table. ‘Come on,’ he chided me. As I began to undress, I caught a glimpse of a stringy, lanky, hairy body all arms and legs scrolling out of his boxers and a brief flash of his swaying cock and balls as he slipped out of the door. I took my time, neatly folding my clothes and gingerly walked out towards where I heard the shower. He already looked like a wet dog, his hair matted and dark in the falling water; his beard was dripping but there was that grin again. His torso was covered in hair, two bright red nipples standing out, and his legs were as matted with dark hair as everywhere else. His soft cock jiggled around, water dripping onto the sack of his bright pink balls. Even his long lumpy toes were hairy. What a sight! He’s not exactly well built but there’s something very raw and sexual about him. He was eyeing me as he waited for me to slip in beside him. We are the same height, I thought, but we look so different. He’s all sharp angles, elbows, rib cage, hair and bones and here’s me, soft undulating plain pink-blue skin, muscles well defined, back and ass curving and round, big thighs. Once I got wet, Mateusz started to wash me, rubbing his hands vigorously over my back and ass, lifting one arm and then the other and sliding his hands from time to time into my crack. Now I understand the shower! He rubbed my back dry for a few seconds and gave me the towel, scampering dripping wet out into the corridor. I half expected him to shake himself dry like a dog but I quickly dried myself off and made my way back to the bedroom. ‘Yes. That’s better!’ He was rubbing himself down with his t-shirt which he suddenly tossed back onto the floor and, pulling back the duvet, leapt into the bed, his balls dancing around under his hairy ass. He wriggled furiously around in the bed, either excited or just getting really dry. ‘Come on Jack!’ he sounded almost annoyed. ‘Get the fuck in my bed!’ I finished drying off, folded the towel over a radiator and walked slowly to the bed. Okay so Mateusz is an impetuous, horny dog and he’s picked up a bit of muscle to play with ….. so I’d better flaunt my muscle a bit. I stood over the bed, looking down at him grinning from below. I placed my arms akimbo, hoping he’d take in my toned swimmer’s build. ‘Stop showing off and get in here!’ he flipped back the duvet. I slipped down and in beside him resting on my elbow. The bed felt slightly damp but as I ran my hands over his furry stomach and up across the hairs of his chest to his face, I realised how incredibly warm this dog on heat was, just like in the club. I leant in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms strongly around me and I fell on top of him. We were so fierce in wanting to get into each other’s mouth, it was like we needed to eat each other … then our teeth hit and we stopped. ‘Lie back,’ he told me and in one ungainly move he sat up, pushed back the duvet, whipped round and passed his left leg over my head. His cock and balls loomed over my face and we began to 69. His groin smelled fresh and clean from the shower and my face was encased in a hairy mass as I began to lick and suck his balls. His torso arched over mine but I felt a hand on my cock and then a warmth enclose it as Mateusz started to suck me. I eyed his hole, wreathed in hair but tight and pink. My arms were trapped but I freed my right and started to massage it. He was busy on my cock with enthusiastic moans and slurps. I could feel his hard cock bouncing on my chin and chest so I slid down a little and started to lick and slide along its length. It was surprisingly hard and fat, head pointed like a torpedo, the shaft curving inwards, fat and bulbous in the middle. I squirmed down some more to try and get it in my mouth but I couldn’t reach. The noises he was making round my cock carried on. I released the other arm and reached up to feel the tight, muscular contours of his hairy ass and thighs. But before I could very get far, the horny dog bounced back up and round and was looking me back in the face again. ‘Hi! You okay?’ He grinned and I nodded. ‘Your cock tastes good. Nice and firm. Fills my mouth perfectly!’ He sounded like a connoisseur of the male organ. And before I could reply he was burrowing away in my left armpit, licking and sniffing and rooting around, just like a horny dog. I enjoyed the attention he was paying me. We carried on in this way, exploring our bodies, smelling and tasting and eating each other as much as we could. There was a moment when Mateusz leapt out and scampered off to the kitchen to get water and a cold bottle of poppers straight from the freezer. We drank and grinned at each other but pretty soon the dog was back sniffing around its prey. We explored each other for hours, getting hornier and hornier and more and more desperate to devour each other. Eventually, I found myself lying back, legs up and wide open, Mateusz buried away snuffling round my balls and ass. He fingered around my hole, licked it, tongued it, rubbed his beard over it and pressed his nose in. I moaned, raising my groin to meet his face. He snuffled around and I let out a gasp. I was so horny by now, that longing ache in my balls was back. I rubbed the head of my hard cock. His hair gently brushed against the inside of my thighs, my skin tingling and my balls drawing up tight. His beautiful head popped up over my stomach; that horny grin spread across his face again. ‘You okay? You like it?’ ‘Oh Mateusz, baby, that’s sooo good.’ And then I just had to ask. ‘Man, I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Please!’ He flicked his eyebrows at me and that gorgeous grin on his face just made my hole twitch and my balls ache all the more. He came up close and looked me deep in my eyes. ‘You want it. You sure?’ I writhed and groaned and breathlessly begged him. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I was desperate to have this dirty little dog inside me. The head of my hard cock was wet with pre-cum as I smeared it in and rubbed frenetically. Mateusz sat up on his haunches and pushed back my legs. I looped my arms through and he dropped his lanky torso between my muscular thighs. He spat on his right hand several times, rubbing the spit up and down on his hard curved cock. I saw the torpedo glistening below. It curved upwards towards Mateusz’s belly. He pushed it down and poked at my slippery hole. I winced as he pushed it in. I realised, with a happy warmth in my stomach, that he was not using a rubber and that, without any discussion, we were going to bareback. That made me want him even more. I was masturbating in earnest, ever few seconds a quick flick of the wrist. ‘You need the poppers?’ my lover asked. I nodded and he handed me the bottle. Unscrewing the top, I took a long deep hit. I offered them to him but he refused. He slid the slimy raw torpedo back in as the poppers began to take effect. I consciously relaxed and opened my legs further. The poppers were swilling in my head as Mateusz began to rock back and forth, slowly, everso slowly, increasing the rhythm as he started to fuck me. He looked me in the eyes; he wasn’t grinning now; he just had the look of a man focussing all his mind and energy on one task, fucking the man lying beneath him. I held his gaze, mouth open, tongue out, masturbating hard; I wanted him; I wanted him so badly. I could feel the thickness of his cock as it slid in and out. It curved upwards and inwards as he slid back and forth. He moved slightly to his right, resting on one bony arm and holding onto my muscular left leg. He was focussed, sweat streaming down his neck and across the thick dark hairs of his chest. He moved again, slipping further forwards, his arms dropping either side of my face as I stared up at his scrawny hairy chest. I took another long deep hit of poppers. ‘I’m going to cum soon,’ Mateusz breathed out. He kept up the rhythm and I felt myself opening up physically and as ploughed me. The poppers took hold; my breathing was fast and I could feel my orgasm building in the base of my groin. ‘I’m going to cum too. Don’t stop fucking me. Fill me up baby!’ and within seconds I was squirting thick blobs of white creamy juice onto my flat hairless belly. I looked up at my beautiful horny dog but Mateusz was lost in a world of his own, focussed entirely on the torpedo ripping into my guts. His eyes were glazed over and his breathing was erratic. I’m not sure when exactly he started breeding me for he was uncharacteristically silent, but as the seconds ticked by, I realised my guts were filling up with his seed. I have never been happier to be a gay man or felt more fucking alive than at that moment, locked together, impaled on this beautiful man’s hard torpedo of a cock, his sperm swimming around inside my guts, my own seed beginning to run in dribbles down the sides of my belly.

When it is great sex I am so happy there is nothing in my brain except pleasure and gratitude. I feel so grateful that a man is sharing his body with me. It’s all I need at that moment. If it’s boring or mediocre then I just want his load. I want him to breed me and get the fuck out of the way so the next guy can have a go. “Next” is all I am thinking about.

I love it when guys take a long time to cum up my ass.

This is so fucked up. KEEP GOING.

If it can be transmitted, always tell. I have one regular who has contacted me twice to let me know about a STI exposures he had and potentially passed on to me. I thanked him and went and got treated/tested in each case. Now, I could look at him and say "Damn, he's exposed me twice" or I could say "He's might be the only guy who's communicating openly with me on STIs". My read is that he's doing exactly what I'd want him to be doing. Because of HIV stigma I understand why some +U don't tell their partners. I prefer to know, but it has zero impact on whether they breed me. I like to know so I can be aware of how they might have been stigmatized in the past and can be a sensitive partner for them.

/Short Update cause I've been busy/ After examining my body, Isaak told Vance and Al that he's going to get ready for tonight's event. "He's going to stay here for a bit as payment, how bout that?" "I've got some guys coming in later so Al, it's Al yours!' The guys chuckled and Al came up to me and held my head, tonguing me immediately. "Mhmm. What am I going to do with you?" "Listen boy, Vance and Al are going to send you back later. They're coming tonight. Hope you enjoy today & don't forget to drink some water." Isaak snatched me from Vance and spit in my mouth, kissing me and stroking my neck. He then left. "Seems like you're going to wait for my high VL dick tonight boy. Don't worry. It'll all be worth it." Vance smirked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you now, slut? Boy's a bit too much for now. You seem like a slut and you'll act like one. Right?" "Certainly, Sir. "Good, Slut." Vance attached a studed collar that had a leash on me with a pair of wristbands and ankle bands. I had to wear a black leather jock with a zip and also a pair of kneeguards. "You're going to crawl now, Slut." Al held the leash and led me outside. The store, despite being in a basement, had a large floor area as it was located in a rundown loft. Shabby fluorescent lights hung above the corridor and there were numbered doors on each side. It seemed like a labyrinth when I crawled with Al. Finally, I looked up to a door that said #34. "We also run a storage facility. Most of the items stored are just these weird shit we do that most guys won't dare to admit. Closeted, Married, Discreet, who cares? As long as we're making a buck, that's all that matters." Welcome to America, I thought. "This room though, is my own personal space. It has AC and plumbing. So it's going to be great for us." In the past few days, I've seen more kinds of slings than the porn I've watched during my youth. Discovering all these items and the effort put into it, with high accuracy and details made me appreciate and realize how accepted my intrusive urges were. The anxiety that I've once kept had metamorphosed into an insatiable lust that gave me a purpose. The sling in Room 34 was attached to a wall, with red LED lights circling the room. An open cabinet displaying the paraphernalia Al owned was by the door. Inside, like Isaak's, all kinds of toys were there. But Al's were metal. Al slide opened a drawer below and took out a gas mask for me to wear. It had a tube connected to a sort of bong. "Fun time begins now, slut." Before putting it on me, I was hoisted into the sling, legs spread wider than before. Clicks on the bands made my limbs locked. Once the mask was put on, Al grinned more than usual. Al took off his clothes and I can now see how hot he was. At 5'11, he had a bear body that was built and a shaved head. His beard was fury, as was his chest. He had a septum piercing and his thighs were huge. As he turned his back to prepare our session, I could see a huge scorpion tat on his back, with the stinger trailing down to his ass. The head of the scorpion, close to his neck had a biohazard logo. Fucking hot was all I could think off. He then connected the tube of my mask to a bong. T was added and I then heard the lighter nozzle triggered. "Let's relax first, slut." Inhale, exhale, the same rush flowed me again. Al was softer than Isaak with me. He started to then lather my now smooth body with a kind of oil, exciting each of my neurons. "You know...this isn't just for me. I've actually been given the task to stretch you up for tonight. So I hope you're ready, slut cause we need to gape that hole of yours to keep in all of our juice." I was ready to have his arm in me if that was the case. Nothing mattered more than being the center of attention tonight. "I'm sure the T has loosen you up a bit, so let's get down to business." Al first caressed my ass, and then brushed my hole with his fingers. I could only yelp moans and pleas for him to give me more. A finger was then inserted into me and Al smiled, pulling out to show how shiny his index finger was. "You still have some cum, excellent." Without warning, he dived into my hole, rimming me as I felt his beard around my hole. His tongue pushed deep into me, savoring each drop that my cumload ass could give. He was devouring me and I could only moan as the T was continuously flowing. Al came up to me, took off my mask momentarily and fed me. "Fucking delicious, slut. Good fucking slut." I could only utter Thank You in my spun stated. "Next step." Al put on a glove on his right hand and dipped it into a jar. Slowly, he began to push his fingers, one by one until his fist could fit into me. I felt full but complete again. "You're doing amazing slut. I'm going to go in now ok? Breathe in." I took my breath in and his arm began to intrude my hole. "Fuck, slut, already halfway in. This is an easy job." It was more than halfway in. His bicep was almost going in and I didn't protest. It felt fucking great to have him in me. "Now, in and out we go." At this point I screamed and felt his arm thrusting in and out of me. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that I would not forget. As I was stretched, Al was also smoking the T and he mentioned that he's been partying for a few days now. "I got to relieve myself soon, slut. Want some?" "Yes, Sir. Please use me." Al was smirking again. Something about the way he smirked that arches his mustache turned me on. He got up from his stool and came back with a tunnel plug. Inserting it was hard at first as I tried to control my hole but with how spun I was, it popped in smoothly after 3 tries. I could then feel my hole exposed to the air with the diameter of the plug being as big as a hockey puck. "Fun time's now!" Vance exclaimed as he stood and pissed into me. All those chem now in me, increasing my inebriated state. "God, I wish I wasn't done with you but we got to go soon." I didn't realize how fast time had passed. Vance then barged in and applauded as he saw us. "Nice work, buddy. You ready to leave soon?" Al replaced the tunnel with a tail butt plug and changed the gas mask with a pup mask. The jock was also now nylon with the word "cumcump bitch" on the band behind. "You're not a slut tonight, you're a cumdump bitch." I was too high to care but even if I did, I would've allowed it as slowly, I'm embracing my pig side that I never once knew I had.

PART 3 The man then stood in front of me and started unzipping his gray dress pants. I stared at the volume there and I would be lying if I said I had never noticed it. Several times I found myself wondering during class how big it must be. When he pulled it out of his underwear and put it out, I finally got my answer. Moa's cock was big, with a pointy head. The skin around the glans didn't come off completely because it was much thicker when it got close to the cock's base. It was light brown, very smooth, but it was thicker than mine. The middle part seemed to be the thickest part and must have been twice the thickness of the head. It must have about eight inches, but I still had a dick bigger than his, despite mine being much thinner. He grabbed my head and started pulling me towards his cock. I had never done that before and I didn't have any experience, so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could. Andrew tried to get up from the couch and move away, but the teacher said: "Stay there, I want you to see everything. I like to have sex with someone watching and smelling the sex. It's that or no A.” Andrew leaned back against the sofa and stared. Moa's glans had just passed my lips and I could taste the precum it was releasing. It was sweet but at the same time salty. It wasn't bad and I wanted to feel more. "Open wide now and relax your jaw," he ordered. I did that and the teacher started to dig deeper and deeper. Andrew watched everything closely and he was a witness to the first cock that invaded my throat, causing me to choke. Then came the unexpected, Moa held my head tight and thrust his cock with great force. I felt the glans of that cock hit the top of my mouth before it went all the way to my throat. I backed away, scared, and he said he was very horny. I straightened up and slowly put that thing in my mouth and sucked it slowly. I just thought about how I was enjoying it, even with Andrew watching everything. Maybe his presence there made everything even better. I closed my eyes and, in a few seconds, I was sucking that very tasty cock, like a bitch. "You learn fast, but I want to fuck you", the man said. "Andrew said it was just a blowjob", I protested. “Alex, please, I need an A”, my friend begged. I looked at Moa and he was starting to unbuckle his belt. Then he opened his shirt and I could see all the tattoos on his body. Some had only tribal designs, while others had symbols I recognized. One in particular caught my eye, it was on his right chest and showed the symbol of something toxic. His nipple was right in the middle of the drawing and he had a silver piercing. I was already hard watching the scene. "Take off your clothes and let's go to the bedroom", he said. "And you can only wear your underwear", he told Andrew. I was completely naked and tried to hide my erection with my arms as I followed the man around the house. That didn't seem to work and Andrew said: “What a big cock you have, I wish mine was as big as yours. And if you are so hard, you're enjoying it. Thank you for your help.” "It's not a big deal", I replied shyly.

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I love being used and degraded by men. specially by guys who I know actually think of me as trash or just some dirty, disgusting whore that does disgusting things and lets men do disgusting things to me. half the point in fucking trashy faggots like me is degrading us any way guys want to. a guy recently said he didn't realize anyone was actually willing to be degraded the way I am for free.

I had dated the same girl throughout high school, and I loved her dearly, tall, slender, redhead; but she was as wild as I had heard from other in their relationships, she loved sex any time, any place, and would love to finger my ass after she came to get me to cum. but I like to read about sex stories a lot. I came across breeding zone on gay story search and found things very erotic, love the interracial stories, about men and women. The stories about guys bug chasing seemed well, farfetched. So one day I am doing my online searches and Poz stories about black men breeding white boys got me off a few times that day, but I then found an ad about support groups for HIV infected men; well I had to see for myself if it was true what these stories boast about. I called the number and spoke with a guy who stated that they were starting a group in downtown of the city and the only requirement was that I had HIV; I lied and stated yes, he gave me the address and time and hope to see me there. So the date rolls around and I drive from my suburb city downtown and find the address of a rather old dilapidated building and go in and up to the fourth floor where I met the guy behind the counter and after filling out some paperwork with a fictitious name and address he led me into a conference room where the table was like 15 feet long by 4 or 5 feet wide. To my surprise were 9 black men ranging in age from 35 to maybe 50 and appeared to be from all walks of life. I think they were just as surprised to see a skinny 18 year old white kid being walked in by the counselor. After the counselor called the meeting, he had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and why we were there, everyone had a story to tell on how they were infected and the most veritable was drugs and sex with other men. When it came my turn, I used some of the other stories and put my own together with the part that I had been infected by a black man. Then counselor asking agitated on how I knew it was a black man, I told him that since I lived in the city, I was seduced by a black man and only had sex with black guys in the park or at black guys homes that liked to use white guys, boy did the smiles break out around the room. The counselor then asked what we were all looking for in the group sessions, of course I just stated that I wanted someone or other people to talk to about my problem. At the end of the meeting and some more paperwork, we all headed out. I stopped off on the second floor to pee before I headed home since it was a good drive back. As I entered the bathroom, there were four of the guys in my group standing around smoking what smelled like weed and one guy standing at one of the two urinals. I just stated “HI” and walked up to the other urinal and started to pee when one of the guys smoking asked if I wanted to hit the pipe. Not wanting to be rude, I stated “Sure”, I had also noticed the guy next to me was pulling on his cock and was getting longer by the second, he made sure he was back far enough for me to see his growing cock. As I put away my now hardening cock back in my pants and zipped up, I turned and walked up to the other three who handed me the pipe and gave me a lighter; after several hits, I asked what kind of weed was this, that it was more potent than any I had ever smoked before. They all laughed and stated it had T in it, not sure what T was, but didn’t want to act stupid and just accepted it as a more potent weed made. I was flying pretty well when they asked me if I liked being a bitch to black men? I of course not wanting to give away my real reason for being there, just said “Yes”. They turn me around and the guy at the urinal had his pants down stroking a big black cock and just told me to get to work. His cock as coal black and big as it was, scared the shit out of me, yet I was mesmerized by it also that a cock could be that big. He walked up to me and stated “what the fuck you waiting for, bitch boy; get the fuck on your knees and suck my big black cock”. I guess he didn’t like to wait and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his cock, which caused me to go to my knees hard. “Open that fucking white mouth and take what you love, Bitch”. I opened my mouth to tell them the real reason I was there, but I never got the words out, only his cock in. This guy grabs the back of my head and starts to face fuck me all the time telling what a good group bitch I was about to come. As he hit the back of my throat with his cock and tried to get it down my throat, I started to gag and though I was going to throw up; that is when he had me hit the pipe a few more times and sent me flying higher and then came the brown bottle later found to be poppers which let this guy get his cock down my throat. I then heard a sound that was more frightening than before, zippers of the other guys going down; Fuck, I was going to suck all four of these guys cocks? I just wanted to try and run and not look back, but I could see I had nowhere to run and no one to call for help. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the other guy’s cocks as they were stroking them waiting their turn. I knew I was destine to suck all four of their cocks, the first thing I had forgot about was that I was going to be swallowing their seaman or as the first guy started saying, “yeah, white bitch, get ready to take this charged nut down that faggot white throat”; then it dawned on me, “Charged” fuck, they were going to make me swallow their poz cum. I pulled back and told the guy face fucking me that I had to tell them something first; he pushed me back on my ass and stated “what the fuck does a white punk bitch got to say to us, except that you love these nigger cocks and want us to make you our bitch for the next 9 weeks”. The tears started to flow as I told them the real reason I was there and that I had never sucked cock or been poz. They all looked around at each other and then me on the floor, the guy who had been face fucking me started to laugh and reached out his hand to me and help me up, stating “ that’s ok white boy, I get it, you wanted to check out us black poz guys”, he then stated no hard feeling and offered me the pipe; taking the pipe to not only to relax, but to show them I was sorry and no hard feelings, I took a deep hit, but this time it was strangely different, my head went into dream land, and all I could hear was that I was loving the pure T in the pipe. The next thing I know is they are all rubbing their hands all over my body and squeezing my cock, the guy that had been face fucking me handed me the pipe, and I tried to refuse, but he squeezed my balls and I inhaled deep from the pain and now barely able to stand. I was feeling so high and warm and now a funny feeling of hornyness had come over me, but I did not know that it was the drugs doing this to me, I was just in a daze. Then next thing I know is my t-shirt was lifted off me and one of the guys had undone my jeans and had them around my ankles along with my underwear. One of them hit me behind my knees causing me to go back to my knees on the floor, where I felt my pants yanked off. The black guy who was face fucking me, said the party was just starting and that they were going to make me a chemed up bitch for black cock before I left, he then walked up to my face with his cock now at my lips and demanded I open my faggot white mouth and get to my new job pleasing his cock. I opened my mouth, not knowing what else to do and began to suck his cock, he then told me how the grab his shaft and cup his balls and to use a lot of spit to get his cock ready to bred me. I was given more hits of poppers and found myself now sucking this giant black cock willingly or at least the drugs had me sucking and starting to feel like it was no big deal, not that the name calling and hair grabbing was not helping. It seemed the more they called me a faggot, bitch, and what they were going to do to me; well I just became what I thought I should be; to service these magnificent black cocks with my now cocksucking white mouth. The guy face fucking me told me to use a lot of spit, because that was what was going to be used to breed my faggot white cunt, and that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week when they were done with me. The strange part was that the other three were just standing there with their cocks in hand, but not being aggressive like the guy in my mouth; maybe he was the leader and they were waiting their turn, maybe they just wanted to watch and I would get out of there with just sucking or getting fucked by one cock. Then I thought the later was true, if I got this leader off in my mouth, my ass would be spared and I would never come back or talk about this to anyone. After I got the leaders cock hard and sucking as if my ass depended on it; and it did, he looked down at me and almost knew what I was doing, “think you get this cock off before I take that cherry white ass? Not going to happen bitch”. He then grabbed my hair and stood me up and walked me up to the sink and pushed my face down at the bowl and kicked my feet apart; I then felt what felt like spit on my ass, and this guy now had his cock at the entrance of my ass. The leader then leaned over me and whispered in my ear to hold tight and let him in and it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it is going to hurt at first, then I hope you love getting fucked as much as I am going to love making you our bitch boy!! His cock started to push and of course I was attempting to hold tight, but one of the other guys came up and slapped my ass HARD and the leader slapped my face, that I forgot about the pain around my ass and thought about the other slaps and in his cock started. I SCREAMED out loud to the point they all started laughing and calling me a queer little bitch who just didn’t know how much I was going to learn to love black meat. One of the guys came up on the other side and gave me the pipe and then a hit of poppers, but my screams made someone notice, an older black guy, I think the janitor walked in and asked “what the fuck was going on”, the look on the janitors face was a look of taken back of four naked black guys and a naked with boy getting fucked in the ass. The fourth guy told the janitor to “get the fuck out and not say a thing or they would make him take my place”; the janitor turned and left as fast as he came in stating he don’t see a fucking thing. The leader never even stopped for a second, just kept pushing further and further up my ass until I felt his balls slapping against mine. A couple more hits of the pipe and poppers I was so fucked up, I hadn’t even noticed that I was now in a slow moan and not screaming to stop, but feeling like a used bitch in heat, I think I was even pushing back somewhat. The leader was now looking at his friends stating “look at white boy shaking his ass, he is liking it”; the leader then told one of the guys to use the other end. One of the guys then pulled me off the sink and they got me to my knees without the leader ever pulling out, I know had a black cock at my mouth and I just opened up and let him in. I never felt so sexy as I did right now, I was a white bitch who was satisfying black men’s cocks and I was liking it, no loving it. My ass and mouth were being used like a girl’s cunt and mouth and I wanted what they do, CUM a lot of cum. The more poppers under my nose, the more I sucked like it was my last, and at that point I was praying I would see these guys again and let them use me. The leader then began to fuck me with a passion, no a mission, FUCK he was about to cum, cum in me and he was poz, his poz cum was about to fill my ass. The leader stated “yeah bitch boy, I am going to cum in that now faggot white cunt and make you a poz chasing black cock bitch. The leader roared and pushed deep and held his cock deep in my ass and asked me if I could feel my life change, because I was now the property of black men who needed to get off. The black cock in my mouth was right behind the leader tell me if I didn’t swallow every drop he would kick my ass all over the bathroom. The pulsing of his cock now evident as I felt the first of several spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and he just kept telling me to swallow; and I did, I was not happy with the pungent taste, but I didn’t want to get beat up more! The guy that had just cum in my mouth and patted my faced stating that I did a good job, but would get better. The leader then pulled out of my ass, fuck did that feel different. The leader then walked up to my face and presented his cock, “get to work and clean me up BITCH”. I really didn’t want to suck a cock that just got out of my ass, but the third guy got down between my legs and shoved his cock ball deep into my ass. I didn’t have time to think as I opened my mouth to scream again, but found the leaders cock in my mouth telling me to be a good cocksucking white bitch and start cleaning, I could taste his cum, my ass and blood, but just did as I was told, knowing I was now defeated. I was cleaning a poz cock that had just raped my ass, had cum, shooting poz cum in my ass and swallow his friends cum and now getting fucked again by another poz cock. As the leader was satisfied that I had done my job, he pulled out and the fourth guy just looked at me with his cock in front of me, I just opened up and took him in, with a few more hits of poppers, I was back in heaven being bred at both ends knowing that I was going to get two more poz loads in me. The guy in my ass grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with a vengeance and I know that he was going to fill me with his hot seed. I heard the leader call me and as looked over I saw he had his phone pointed at me taking either photos or videos of me, I tried to look away, but was ordered to turn and look at him. The leader then looked at the other two and told them to “Do it to him”. They both pulled out and jacked their cum all over my ass and face and then shoved them both back into my holes with cum dripping on my back and down my face and seeing that the camera was still focused on me, I knew I would be at their beck and call till they tired of me. After the other two pulled out, I fell on my stomach and layed there feeling cum dripping down my waist, legs, and face as they all go dressed and told me now to be late for the next meeting if I knew what was good for me. They all walked out laughing, high fiving each other, the leaders last works I heard was, we got another white cunt to turn.

Wow, that was more popular than I expected. Sorry I've been slow to get back, been busy as fuck with work. That being said, I got more for you guys. Enjoy. +++ I was still in a bit of a daze, trying to process everything that had just happened in the short span of a few minutes. Even now, with my dad's HIV-positive cum dripping out of my hole, I couldn't believe it, almost as if I was in the middle of a dream. My dad's hand slapping across my thigh jerked me out of it promptly enough, though, and I shakily turned over onto all fours, my limbs feeling weak under me. His hand came and hooked under my hips, tugging me backward toward him until I was a bit higher, my sore hole presented to him. He licked his lips, reaching for his phone and grabbing it. Under me, I could see my shadow suddenly pronounced, the light of his camera brightly illuminating behind me. I could feel his cock at my hole again, the head teasingly prodding at my abused pucker, then the sound of the camera snapping. Chuckling, he sent the photo off, then tossed the phone aside. Both hands went back to my hips, and with a sigh, he tugged me backward against him, his shaft sinking into my hole with a burning ache. "That's it, slide down on it, Mason," he growled, his hands gripping my midsection tightly as his hips thrust forward. The base of his cock was thick and throbbed hard as he pressed it into me, those hairy, heavy balls pressed hard against my hole. Still pressing in deep, he began to turn his hips around ever so slightly, grinding his cock around in me and pushing at the walls of my ass in every direction. Sliding back out, I could feel my hole being pulled out with him, every veiny inch tugging at my ring and making me shudder. He was no easy fuck by any measure, but at least now with a load in, it seemed to have an easier time than it did before. That wasn't to say it didn't hurt, though; I could still feel the sting with every thrust as his cum worked into my beat up hole. "Now that your cunt is nice and wet, I can take my time, enjoy it..." he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out. I could feel it, every inch of it, sliding in to me, a sick wet noise coming out every time his hips mashed up against my ass again. One hand went up from my waist to my neck, pushing it down and angling me so that my ass was up in the air, the perfect angle for him to drill in deep. One leg came up beside me, his foot planted not far from my head as he began to really, really rut me. The weight of him seemed to be pushing right into my ass, slapping roughly. His breath was heavy, clearly working to ram as hard as he could into me. The entire bed shook along with it, roughly battering against the wall. I couldn't help the small grunts that left me with his thrusts, his size making it impossible to stay quiet. Mitch had never been this rough with me, not to mention as big. It was no doubt too much for me, but my dad didn't care much. As my head was sideways on the bed, I could see him on top of me, a smiled spread wide across his face. Sweat was coating his body in a sheen, dripping through the hair and filling the room with his pungent, musky smell. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the tattoo again, watching it shift as his abs flexed with his movements. He looked down and saw me eying it, then chuckled to himself. "Like it, boy?" he said, grinning wider when he saw me look away. "Maybe we'll get you one, too... Put it right on your cunt, that way everyone knows what it's for," he said, closing his eyes and relishing the idea. As he did it, I could feel the head of his cock grinding over my prostate, my entire body twitching in response to it. He leered at me as he did it, then began to grind it over and over, watching me squirm under him. Even with the burning, I could feel my cock drooling down onto the bed. "Something tells me you're gonna love it, slut," he jeered at me as he jabbed forward over and over, pummeling my prostate until I couldn't help but cry and whimper out in time with it. "There you go, let it out. Daddy's got more to give you..." He stopped talking then, instead focusing on my fucking me literally senseless. It was too big, filling me up beyond what I could handle, but he didn't care, instead mashing my prostate repeatedly with frenzied strokes. His breaths came out in grunts and snarls, and before I knew what was going on, his foot was down on my face, pushing it into the bed as he snarled, ramming in as deep as he could. I thought he was going to cum soon, but he seemed to have other plans, sustaining the brutal rutting for a few minutes, his sweat dripping down onto my back and shoulders, his scent covering me outside like his load covered me within. Some of his cum dripped down my balls, a good bit of it squelching about and coating my ass and the hair around his groin. In the midst of the lewd, wet noises, I could hear his phone buzzing, and finally, he slowed down for a brief moment to reach down over and pick his phone up. His foot left my face then, and I got a chance to breathe for a bit while he paid attention to his phone. He put it up to his ear, only slowing down his thrusts as he said, "You're here? Yeah. No, go on ahead. The door's unlocked. We're upstairs." He hung up, and soon after, heavy footfalls began to make their way up the stairs. When they reached my room, the door opened to reveal what I could only guess was a trucker, from the look of it. He was a big bear of a man, his belly big and round unlike my dad's more muscular, dense tone. He was dressed in a leather jacket, an oil-stained pair of jeans, and a confederate flag cap. He stood a good foot taller than my dad, and as he came in, I could feel my heart race at the knowledge of what he was here for. Even now, I could see the sizable swell of his bulge in the front of his jeans. "This your new cunt?" "Sure is. This is Mason... I think I told you about him," he said with a devious grin. For his part, the newcomer seemed surprised. "Mason, say hello to my buddy Jack. Y'all are gonna get to know each other real well," he said, not missing a beat as he continued to thrust away. Jack seemed the opposite; clearly, my dad hadn't told him who it was that he'd found to stick his cock into. "Jesus, Connor, you're pozzing your own son?" for a moment, I took his incredulity to be disapproval, but he then whistled, shaking his head and reaching down to rub at his bulge. "Sure am. Caught him with his legs up like a whore, so..." he trailed off, chuckling. Jack grinned back, shaking his head. He was loving it, standing there and watching as my dad fucked away. The intensity picked back up and soon I was grunting again, my hands grasping at the sheets while I slammed forward over and over again. Jack came forward to the bed, his denim-covered groin right in front of me. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, the outline of his cock visible through the jeans. It was monstrous, even bigger than my dad's. "You know, we call Jack here Jack the Ripper, on account of his cock having a knack for tearing up a cunt when he uses it," my dad said, and I had no trouble believing him. If my dad was a tough fit, it was impossible to imagine that massive thing entering me. He began to undo his belt, the buckle loosening around his midsection and the jeans sliding down. His belly hung down over some, but even then, I could see the fat, uncut cock hanging down from it, a piercing peeking out from the foreskin. It wasn't fully hard yet, but it looked to be at least 7 inches already. "Get your mouth on it, boy." Jack was all too happy to help, reaching down with a hand to run his fingers through my hair, gripping it some and bringing my face to the base of his cock. His scent was strong there, like salt and maleness, and I could feel his cock throb against my face, grinding against it as my mouth got a taste of his balls. He held me there, forcibly burying my face in his dense pubic hair against him. After a few moments, he pulled me up, giving me only a moment to pause before the tip was at my lips, the piercing pressing in between them and making its way in as his shaft stretched my jaws open. It was a cramped fit, and the sensation of that piercing rubbing into the back of my throat wasn't helping. Jack wasn't one to care, though; every time I tried to pull back off of his cock, his hand would hold me steady, forcing me further back down instead of letting me up for air. I could feel tears in my eyes as I fought not to retch, barely keeping my stomach down before that glistening length was popped out, dripping with spittle and precum and positively huge. At full length, he was about eleven inches, the base of it looking about as thick as my wrist. Behind me, I heard my dad laugh. "I felt that... You're tightening up your cunt just thinking about it, aren't you?" It was impossible not to, and I suddenly found myself glad that my dad was still fucking me, ironically enough. The longer he fucked me, the longer I had before Jack had his turn. Almost as if reading my mind, my dad began to pick up the pace, snarling as he pounded away. "Stuff his throat again, Jack. I want him to squeeze it out..." Jack nodded, grabbing my head in his massive paw of a hand and pushing me down on his cock again, my face soon buried under his belly as his cock fucked deep into my throat, the front of my neck bulging out obscenely with it. I tugged away, desperate for air, and I could feel my hole clench around my dad's cock, a hiss coming from between his teeth as he hunched over me, his sweaty belly on my back, chest on my shoulders, breath hot on my ear. With a low grunt, he slammed in deep, his cock flexing and spewing another load into me. His weight went slack, relaxing as pulse after pulse of cum was deposited inside me. Jack finally let me off of his cock, thick strands of spittle connecting from my lips to it. "Turn 'im around,'" he grunted, and after a moment, my dad picked himself up off of me, my back wet with his sweat, then pulled his cock out of me with a tug. His cock popped out of me and I gasped, feeling the warm cum leaking out of me and the emptiness left without his cock inside me. I didn't have much time to ponder or savor it, though, as they both maneuvered me around roughly, making me turn around onto my back so that my hole was at the edge of the bed. At that point, I could see Jack above me, a cigar between his lips. He brought a lighter to the tip, holding it there till it was well-lit and glowing orange. Putting the lighter away, he stepped forward, one hand pulling his cock up then letting it slap down against mine on the bed. It was almost comical how his cock dwarfed mine, and I could tell already that it was going to be a painful fit given how heavily it lay against me. That was all the reprieve I got, though. Jack soon pulled his hips back some, that cock sliding down my balls until the piercing was pressed up into my crack. I could feel the metal pressing against my open pucker, and as I began to fidget, my dad's hands came down on my arms, pinning them down and holding me in place. "Now, now, boy, don't be rude." "Dad, please, he's too big, there's no way he's gonna fit," I begged, too terrified of that cock to worry about the fact that I was being disobedient. "Aw, hell, boy, that's what they all say," Jack said, chuckling to himself as he pushed his cock into me, no warning or preparation. I simply felt the metal pushing past my pucker, then the fat head soon following. Given how my dad had been fucking me, it wasn't too terrible of an entry, but his cock soon filled out, and I could feel my hole being stretched once more. The burn returned, soon replaced by the sharp pain of my hole being opened beyond what it was supposed to. It relentlessly pushed forward even as my hole desperately tried to push it out. "There you go... I can feel your pussy milking me, baby... Gonna knock you up with my strain too...." he said, sighing and letting smoke stream out. He wasn't even fully into me, but I already felt like I was being split in two. Before long, he seemed to hit a wall, my hole stubbornly refusing to give despite his rough jabs. He seemed annoyed by this, then reached into one of his pockets. "Sniff." He held a bottle of poppers to my nose. I knew what they were of course and I gladly obeyed, bringing my head forward a bit to put my nose at the edge and inhaled deeply. They were new and strong, and I immediately felt the rush going through me and the pain in my hole lessen. "Again." Another few hits, each time getting me more giddy than before. By the time he was done, I felt weak, the burn in my hole almost feeling distant. Jack seemed satisfied, and with a rough thrust, I felt him break in deep, his shaft sliding in the remaining few inches with relatively little difficulty. I couldn't believe the fact that he was in me... Entirely in me. I looked down, almost expecting to see a bulge in my stomach where I could feel his cock pulsing in me, as if deep in my core. I let head fall back then, almost delirious. This couldn't be happening, could it? My dad seemed to take advantage of the opportunity to straddle my face then, covering up my view of Jack. "How about you clean off daddy's cock, hm?" He said, pushing his shaft in between my lips and sliding the cum-slick length down into it. It didn't taste too bad, though I could still taste a hint of metal in it from the way he'd torn me up. No doubt Jack was only making it worse, especially as he began to pull his shaft out of me. I could feel his piercing dragging out inside of me, the sensation making me groan around my dad's cock as it hauled back and forth in me. I felt like I was being punched in the gut over and over, being stuffed so utterly again and again. "Fuck, I ain't gonna last long at this rate," Jack said to himself with a chuckle, and I could see my dad grinning above me. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd almost say he looked proud. "Yeah, I really scored with this one, didn't I?"

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.

I know a poz young man of 27 who preys on barely legal young boys. I met him when I was 25 yo. when he picked me up from a dance club. He thought I was younger due to my Asian looks and tall slim body. We went back to his place and partied and fucked. After he filled my hole 3 times he wanted to take a break but I was still hi and hungry for more fuck. He called his supplier and handed me the money for his dealer and started to prepare his bath. He gave me some more hits and put on porn on his TV before he sank into the tub. As I watched the porn, I realized that it was all his own tapes of him fucking these young twinks. Some of them looked really young and naive but he fucked them really rough and hard. And all RAW. I was so turned on by it. My friend is white and about 5'9" and have a really cute face but he has really big thick mean cock and he loves to fucking dominate me and on TV I was looking at him dominating and using a young twink. The bell rang and when I opened the door, a really hot blatino boy walked in followed by a small sweet looking Asian boy. While we sat and waited for my boy to finish his bath, I found out that the asian boy was 17 and he's never been with another man. He chatted with the blatino dealer online for last few months and finally decided to meet him in person. I don't know if it was the drug or not but I wanted to see this boy being used by my friend and this blatino boy like on TV. So I helped the blatino boy who has been trying to make the asian boy to take a hit from the pipe. Finally the boy gave in and took a hit from the pipe and I urged him to take 4 in a row. This got Asian boy really hi and horny... and hungry for cocks. My friend finally came out of bath and joined the blatino as they both shoved their cocks in his ass and mouth... As they used the asian boy's body for their sexual pleasure, I held the camera and started to record the whole things. By the time I left the friend's house with this asian boy, we were both filled with cum and piss from these two men.

Joining the Gang-Part 5-The Test On our way over to the house I was told to call let my parents know I would be spending the night out with my friends. Since my parents knew the guys I hung around with and especially knew their parents I was told to have a good time. When we got to the house I was taken into the bathroom where one of my gang brothers (whose father was the local doctor) stuck something plastic in my mouth and rubbed the inside of my cheek. He sent me out to have some pizza and relax. About 30 minutes after the guy who took me into the bathroom came out and whispered into our leader's ear. Our leader got the biggest grin on his face. He whispered something to the guys around him and they got up and headed into the kitchen. They returned with beers for everyone in the gang. Once every man had a beer our leader stood up to make an announcement. “Brothers I am proud to announce the addition of our newest member and now full blood brother. I have just been informed of his positive test results.” He said all that looking straight at me. I started thinking ‘what test results, was that what was being done to me in the bathroom?’ I was suddenly surrounded by all my gang brothers as I felt hands all over my body. My shirt was pulled over my head as my shorts dropped to the floor. I felt the familiar stick of the needle in my arm followed by the awesome rush and cough. Everyone else was removing their clothes as we all began to kiss, lick and suck each other. I was then face to face with our gang’s leader. He spoke to me, “I am very proud of you. No one ever converted so quickly. You have more then earned your right to be in this gang and I am very proud to call you brother.” Then he dropped to his knees and began to suck my hard dripping cock. I felt another guy behind me as he leaned in and began to lick my ear. He then shocked me when his told me “I want your poz load inside me.” I was over come with what was going on around me, but I was thinking about what was just said to me, ‘poz load.’ ‘Was I poz?’ ‘Is that why our gang tattoo is a biohazard symbol?’ I was so lost in the feeling of the drugs and those around me. I was rock hard as our gang leader stood up, turned his back to me and slid his ass down on my pole. I thought, ‘DAMN! That was tighter than any pussy I had ever fucked before.’ I began to slowly fuck our leader as he commanded me, “Pound my hole bro!” I began to pick up speed remembering that ever since I met the gang almost 2 weeks ago I had not cum. My balls began to ache as I felt them shoot what had to be a solid 2 weeks load into our leader’s ass. My orgasm was strong and seemed to last e few minutes. I felt like I shot 7 or 8 spurts of jizz into the ass I was inside of before my cock began to settle down and shrink. After I pulled out I turned my attentions to one of my brothers I saw sitting across the room all alone. He was laying back in a recliner stroking his dick and just watching. I went over to him and climbed between his legs and licked his dripping dick. He put his hands on my head and guided me down to his pole as I opened my mouth and let it inside. I began to bob up and down as he began to moan. While I was working on the dick in my mouth I felt a tongue begin to work its way into my crack. I moaned around the dick I was sucking as I felt my hole open up. The licking stopped and I felt a cock head begin to push inside me. I paused for a second to see who it was as the guy I was sucking quickly pushed my mouth back on his cock. Soon I was rewarded with a load down my throat and another load deep in my ass. It went on like that all night long with use ‘recharging’ ourselves with fresh slams throughout the night. Eventually I was finally taught how to administer my own slam. Now I could start my day off with a good slam since I was not only addicted to cock, cum and ass, but to Tina and G as well.