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Whore 13 – A Continuation I remained on the floor next to puppy as Daddy left the room. I stood and took in a sleeping puppy... his pecs rhythmically rising and falling under the crisp white sheet. Walking around the bed, I noticed where I was to sleep... a thick black rubber encased mattress was placed on the floor with a rubber pillow facing the foot of the bed. I smiled, seeing a rosebud cylinder and pump on top of the mattress and a semi-full bag of piss connected to the tube running from under the sheet right next to my pillow. I began wandering around the room. Though it was a spartan set up, it had everything that I would need to make sure puppy was comfortable during his recuperation. Next, I walked into the bathroom and saw Daddy had installed an enema hose in the shower area... even here I knew, I should be ready for cock. Searching the drawer under the counter, I chuckled at the large clear bag of white crystals next to a pipe and torch left there with a note from cunt... “I figured you’d be needing this...” it said... “Remember... just enough to keep the edge off, whore... No more until your job is done.” I took a couple of hits from the pipe, holding each cloud deep in my lungs. “Fucker better be sharing his shit,” I growled and hesitantly put the pipe and baggie back in the drawer. My cunt was beginning to react... I removed my gear and went into the shower to wash off. I briefly glanced at the metal hose but I wanted Daddy’s bodily fluids completely a part of me. Turning on the water, I tilted my head back and felt the stream of hot water washing over my face and run down against my smooth skin. After a few minutes, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and started lathering up my pecs. Feeling my body heat up, my fingers spread the suds to my ringed tits and I began to pull on them. “Damn,” I thought, imagining their flesh thickened to resemble cunt’s pig tits. I took a deep breath, feeling my pecs rise and harden even more. I then moved to my pits, the slickness of my suds-filled hands teasingly sending shivers through me before sliding down to my abs. My fingers then began tracing my muscled torso. Continuing, I made my way down to my caged cock and balls, taking them in both hands. “Goddamn...” I let out in frustration and fell forward. My left hand now firmly against the shower wall, I reached back to my now thickened cunt lips filling my palm. “Cunt...” I moaned. Surprised at myself, I immediately stood up and proceeded to rinse myself off before shutting off the water. I grabbed the plush towel and dried myself off as I stood in front of the steam-fogged mirror. That’s when I saw the flash of kelly green behind the door. I pulled the door back slightly, pulled it off the hook and looked at the stretched-out mesh pouch. Smiling, I lifted it to my nose as the scent of musk and sweat filled my nostrils. “Fucking sexy cunt...” I growled and began chewing on the mesh, savoring the now familiar taste of cunt’s crotch. I eagerly put on the jockstrap and then completed my uniform with my bulldog harness and collar. Walking back into the room, I made my way past the sleeping patient to lay down on the mattress. I hit the mattress and my hand went directly to my swollen cunt lips surrounding the black plug. I spread my legs and, with a grunt, it slowly began emerging from my cunt... I could feel my cunt lips expanding. The thick plug slowly worked its way out until I could feel my cunt relaxing as the thickness of the plug decreased and a rush of piss with specks of cum flowed onto the rubber sheet. “No matter... I thought, licking my lips. “I’ll clean that up after.” I took hold of the slime coated plug and examined it closely. “Shit....” I moaned at its size. The plug wasn’t the heaviest but it was the biggest I had ever taken... about 8 inches in length and 7½” in circumference. I placed it to my cuntmouth and ran my tongue against it, tasting the tartness of my cunt after Daddy’s loads. My right hand continued to work my now open cunt lips and I easily slipped a couple of my fingers into the gaping orifice. My tongue darted over the black plug, making sure to savor every drop. I rested against the rubber mattress and raised my hips. Reaching with both hands, I took hold of my cunt lips and began to spread them to release the inner folds, gasping as the cool air hit the now prolapsed rosebud. I remained like that for bit until the need to be filled overtook me. Grabbing the plug, I began working the rosebud back inside me with a bit of force. Slowly, the wet folds began to slide over the widest part of the plug and collapse around the base. I continued on... “Fuck me,” I groaned, feeling my cunt lips finally surround the base until it was firmly in place. My cunt began to spasm, working the plug deeper inside me as my head fell back... my eyes rolled up and my cuntmouth fell open in a silent scream. “Goddamn dirty whore,” I heard puppy groan in amusement. It took me a bit, but I finally drew a breath and looked up to puppy’s drugged-hazed smile. “Hey...” I chuckled. “How’s that knot feeling?” “Totally worth it, whore. I can’t wait til I’m fully knotted to a cunt.” he winced. I sat up, kneeling at puppy’s side. “You in pain?” “A little bit,” puppy shifted as I noticed the yellow stream of piss begin to flow out of the catheter tube into the bag. Grabbing the tube, I disconnected it from the bag, lowered myself below the bed, took it into my cuntmouth and began swallowing the opiated chempiss. “Shit man,” puppy growled, “you are insatiable... another perfect cunt.” That’s when I gave puppy a quizzical look... Seeing my reaction, he continued. “We’ve all seen how you two are together.” I nodded, thinking the drugs had made him say that and took the last of the piss down until his bladder had emptied. I reconnected it to the bag and stood. Leaning into his ear, “Just relax... I’m here.” I told him as he fell asleep again... Without a second thought, I moved to the puddle between my legs and greedily lapped it up... “That Sam, is whore...” I heard Daddy chuckle and I looked up, revealing my cunt slimed face to the geared-up stranger standing next to him. “Goddamn...” Sam said under his breath, his blue eyes shining. I rose to my haunches, wiped my face and took Sam in... “Fuck me...” I thought, seeing the 6’ 1” man kitted out in white leather boots and harness... a white jockstrap completing his gear and a white leather bag in his hand. I studied the classically V-shaped athletic body before me. My eyes immediately went to the corded muscles of his right arm bulging from the white arm band and immediately knew his place. He, too, wore a bulldog harness but with one difference... a leather strap from the center D-ring made its way down his muscled six-pack abs to what was obviously an ample bulge held within the white pouch framed by his sturdy thighs. The bulldog harness straps spread across his firm pecs studded with fleshy tits pierced with thick metal barbells and surrounded by half-dollar sized areolas. His white teeth sparkled as he smiled down at me. “I’m Doc Ian’s assistant, whore...this is my uniform for our special clients.” said, leering at me. “I’ll be showing you how to change puppy’s bandages and will be around to check on puppy’s progress. First, follow me into the bathroom so we can wash up.” he said turning towards the bathroom, giving me a good look at his solid ass cheeks framed in the stretched-out white straps of his jock. “No less than 30 seconds...” Sam instructed as he soaped up his hands, making sure to cover them completely. “Bleached white towels will do to dry off... as long as they’re clean.” he said, waiting for me to hand him one. Quickly grabbing a clean towel, I fell to my knees and began to dry his hands with the freshly-laundered towel. “He’s got you trained well.” Sam smiled and exited the bathroom, leaving me on my knees. I was confused... I don’t know why I had done it at that moment... why was I on my knees? Shaking my head, I got up and went into the room. Approaching the bed, Sam called me to bring the bag to his side. I placed the bag next to Sam as he folded the sheet down to puppy’s knees and unveiling the bandaged cock and balls. Sam reached into the bag, grabbed a pair of surgical gloves and, with a snap, his hands were encased in white latex... a fucking incredible addition to his uniform. Carefully, Sam began removing the bandages as puppy began to wince. “Easy, pup...” Daddy said, trying to comfort puppy. “Doc did a great job, Sir.” Sam said to Daddy, admiring his owner’s handiwork as he held puppy’s cathetered cock. “The long foreskin helped to create a nice sheath.” The bandages now removed, Sam began to clean puppy’s incisions and I saw puppy’s transformed cock for the first time. Although bruised and swollen, his cock now showed the results of his mods... His cock was now sheathed and sporting a moist pinkish hue while the structure of his shaft had been altered to expand to knot within a cunt. “Inspect the incisions daily,” Sam instructed me, “Some redness is normal at first. Watch for increasing redness, especially if it begins to feel warm.” “Until puppy’s able to shower on his own, you’ll want to clean the site with a sponge bath. First, apply the soapy water to the skin and wipe it gently with a washcloth. Then, dip a second washcloth into the rinsing basin and use it to rinse away the soap. Pat the area dry with a towel.” I took in Sam’s instructions as he rebandaged puppy and gave him another dose of opiates for the pain. “Got it?” he said, tossing his gloves into the trash and turning to face me. “Now... it’s time collect.” “Shit yeah!” I growled as Sam’s exploring tongue entered my cuntmouth. Aggressively, he pushed me onto the rubbered mattress and I surrendered as we moved into a 69 position... “Cock...” I begged, seeing his engorged shaft now stretching out of the waist of his jockstrap. “Suck it, whore...” he hissed, forcing his crotch against my lips. I leant into the mass at my cuntmouth and the tip of my tongue slowly began licking the mesh covered head. Grabbing the waistband, I pulled it down his thighs and released the bulbous head. Sucking hard, I slid my lips up and down the thick shaft as I took more and more until I could feel it against the back of my throat. Slowly at first, he started fucking my face before increasing his strokes and slamming deep into my throat as his hands slipped past my cunt lips to gather the leaking cunt juices. “Fucking juiced up cunt...” Sam growled, bringing up his right hand to taste my cunt juices. His fingers back inside, he spread me wide and released a gob of spit and I began to moan as his long rough fingers worked it into the inner walls of my hungry cunt. As Sam continued fingering me, I continued sucking the hard shaft penetrating my cuntmouth. Suddenly, Sam pushed against my now sweaty thighs and moved between my legs. “Taste your goddamn sexy cunt.” Sam sighed as he slipped his cunt slimed fingers into my cuntmouth. “Fuck me,” I begged as I began sucking on the slick fingers that had been invading my cunt only moments earlier. I lifted my hips, wrapped my thighs around his waist and pulled his face to mine. Our tongues now clashing, my hands went directly to his tits and I tightly grasped them with my fingernails causing him to cry out. “SHIT! YEAH!” he howled into my cuntmouth... His cock now completely rigid, he spread my thighs and placed his cock at my cunt. “FUCK!” I shouted as he hit my prostate and started pumping. As my cunt was pumped, it began to leak and pool on the rubber sheet causing me to plead for him to fuck me harder. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya... whore,” Sam laughed as the sweat from his forehead dripped down and hit my face. He continued... I took 10 minutes of ramming cock until he finally exhaled and stiffened as he released his load into my throbbing cunt. Looking down into my eyes, he slowly pumped his still rigid cock and then slowly started to withdraw. Looking directly up into his eyes, I reached to my cunt and scooped the cum now leaking out of me and tasted his load. “Goddamn raunch pig.” Sam chuckled and I immediately moved to my hands and knees to clean his slimed cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next few weeks were a blur as I watched over a healing puppy. True to his word, Daddy started me on a cycle the very next day which also increased my sexual frustration since I was now plugged except for cleaning and emptying out my cunt or pumping my cunt lips. Puppy was basically out of it the first week so I concentrated on working my body, including my cunt lips every day... As puppy recovered, he’d watch me work out and encourage me to work harder to perfect my body. Since puppy’s surgery, I hadn’t left the room... my only duty was to watch over him. Daily, Daddy would come into the room, geared in his leather, to check on puppy’s progress he’d say, but I imagined he was taking in how I was doing too... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Then the day came... I woke up early and went straight into the bathroom and took out the pipe. Loading it, I finally realized that I now needed it. I stared into the mirror and looked at myself holding the stem in my cuntmouth. “Fuck... chem whore,” I thought, lighting the torch and deeply inhaling the cloud. I took in another hit and reluctantly put it way... it was empty and I had none left. Trying to keep my mind on my job, I stripped and got in the shower. I grabbed the enema hose and turned on the water to warm the cold metal nozzle. Once ready, I slipped it in and slowly the pressure in my cunt increased until I couldn’t take anymore and removed it. For a few minutes, I held it... enjoying the fullness of it in my cunt. This was my favorite part... My hands moved to my extended abdomen as my fingers began to massage the now bulging hard muscles of my abdomen. Slowly, I moved down to my cock and easily slipped a finger between the metal cage and the shaft... I laughed as I crouched to release... why hadn’t I noticed before? My cock had shrunk even more! I unlocked the cage and removed it to clean the shrunken nub. I held it in my suds-filled palm and began to slowly stroke it as I closed my eyes. My cock began to react slightly and I looked down. “Huh!” I laughed, seeing my cock barely registering any increase in size... Suddenly, the shower curtain was pushed aside and I jumped... there stood boy who I hadn’t seen since Daddy had banished him from the dungeon. “Shit, boy... you fucking scared me.” “Finish up... Toss the cage...” he ordered as he grabbed my jock and turned to leave... his beautiful muscled back now scarred... I grabbed the towel and began to dry off while standing in front of the mirror. Tossing the towel, I wiped the mirror to clear the steamy moisture. I took hold of my harness and put it on, buckling the straps now accentuating my massive pecs as my thick ringed tits angled downwards. “Getting there...” I growled, securing my collar tightly around my neck. Walking into the bedroom, boy stood scowling at puppy’s empty bed holding up a metal object. It was another cock cage... one even smaller than my last one. Before I could ask about puppy, he motioned me to approach with a grunt and I obeyed... my cock and balls were now held firmly in his grip. “Fucking useless,” he snarled, gripping it even tighter and causing me to cry out in pain before securing it and shoving me to face the mirror. My eyes went directly to my crotch and let out a gasp... my cock was now almost hidden by the folds of my ball sac surrounding the shriveled nub. “Fucking perfect...” I heard boy say as he stood at my side fingering my plugged cunt. “Yeah?” I said, looking at my now ripped body in the mirror as I flexed... Turning to boy, I stepped back and held him by his shoulders as I inspected his scarred back. “Shit, boy.” Shrugging, he placed his hand on mine... “S’ok fucking chem whore...” he smiled, pulling a loaded rig from his rubbered pouch. “God yes!” I sighed, seeing the contents of the syringe and I forgot all about puppy. “Thought so...” boy laughed, forcing me to my knees and wrapping a strap around my bicep. “Daddy’s taken puppy into the dungeon for a final check up by the doc.” I was nodding but I couldn’t give a fuck about what boy was saying... all I wanted was the slam. “Please boy, I need it...” I trembled. Smiling, boy teasingly rubbed his thumb against my vein... “How much?” “Shit... please!” I begged as he swabbed and slipped the loaded syringe into my vein. “AHHHH!” I moaned, my head falling back as the rush of chems filled my body and I was overcome with chemmed-up lust. “Good whore,” boy said, his hand rubbing over my buzzed head. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, feeling the pleasure of his touch. The door opened and I looked up and saw Daddy taking it all in as a slow smile crept over his face. “I see he’s ready...” Nodding, boy grabbed my leash, secured it my septum ring and led to me Daddy. Dazed from the chem rush, I immediately went for Daddy’s cock but with a hard jerk, he turned and led me out on all fours to the dungeon.

I thought I would put this down before it blends into just another night of nasty. Tonight started like many others. I was on my way home from work and I stopped off at the video store to see who or what I may get into. It started quick. I walked by a larger booth and a guy waved me in. I went in and he was fucking another hot older man that was bent over. I got down on my knees and started sucking the guy that was getting fucked. I stood up to take my coat off and the man fucking gave me a look that I have seen hundreds of times letting me know he wanted to breed me. I turned to show him my ass and he rubbed his hand between my crack to feel my pussy. I naturally presented myself to him and he pulled out of the hot guy he was fucking and took off his condom. He asked me if I had a condom and I said no I don’t use them. He started to put his nice sized dick inside me with some spit. He got the head in and when I started to push back on him he said he only fucked safe. I said ok and focused my attention to the other guy. I turned around and presented my ass to him while I sucked the guy that wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. Seconds later I could feel some lube slide into my crack and the hotter of the two guys start to slide in. He fucked me good and gave a big moan as he was unloading in me. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and shot all over the wall of the booth. What a waste of good seed. I pulled up my pants and left the booth in search of my next load. I walked by another booth with a tall black guy in it sitting down stroking his huge cock. It was beer can thick and at least 9 inches long. I went in and let nature take its course. I got down between his legs and started to suck on his mammoth cock. He had a particular way of getting serviced. He liked to get sucked without hands and his nipples lightly stroked. I did this for about 20 minutes until my jaw was tired. He made it clear that was all he wanted. He didn’t want my pussy. So I left. Having one load in me I wanted more of course so I drove to another video store that has glory holes in their booths. I cruised for a while but nothing was happening. I was walking to my car to leave when I saw this young black guy getting out of his car and walking in. I turned around and went back into the store again. He went into a big booth and I opened the door after and he motioned me in. He was looking for strait porn and sat down on the bench. I assumed my dagger pose and got down between his legs to suck his cock. He has a nice dick. Not huge but around 8 I would guess. I suck him for a few mins and he says…I know you want me to fuck you. I said yes please. He asked if I had a condom and I said no. I turned around and sat down on his cock and rubbed it a few times on my pussy. He liked that and guided it in my cummy hole. There is nothing better than hearing the low and deep moan come out of a man when he is entering you. He started to lift me up and down riding his cock. I started to get a cramp on my leg from the odd angle so I stood up and got doggy on the bench with him behind me. He was fucking me good. Very hard when I heard the door to the booth open. A guy I had seen at the other video store came in to watch. He took his cock out and I sucked it a little to get him hard. He was jacking off mostly as the black guy fucked me relentlessly. The guy that was jacking said he was going to cum and asked the guy fucking me if it was ok if he came on his dock while he was fucking me. The guy said yes and he came on his dick and my pussy has he was shafting me. It must have been a big load because I was instantly a sloppy mess. The guy that just came pulled up his pants and left. The black guy said he was close to cumming so I asked him if he wanted to breed me doggy. He said yes and I assumed the position. He pounded my pussy hard for several minutes. I almost asked him to stop but he gave me the signal that he was breeding me by slamming in as hard as he could and holding it while his balls drained in me. He pulled out I got down on my knees and cleaned him and thanked him. He pulled up his pants and left me there gaping and dripping seed. I did one more quick sweep of the facility and left. My pussy is still sore as I type this. It was a great way to start my week.

Part 3. The family reunion the next day was interesting to say the least. It was at my grandmother's house and pretty much all of the family was there. I had driven myself since I had gotten my a hotel room and met my parents and the rest of the family there. My cousin gave me the typical hey long time no see and acted very cool about the fact he had fucked the shit out of me with 3 of his other friends. For most of the reunion I couldn't help myself and kept glancing over at my cousin as he interacted with the rest of my family. Most of the day he would say passing words to me but for the most part left me alone. As the day slowly drew to a close and most of the family started to leave I shot another glance towards my cousin and this time we made eye contact and I noticed a slight grin on his face. Most of the family had left and since I had gotten a rental car I told my parents I would stay and help clean up. At some point as I was cleaning my cousin came over and in a low whisper said "come to the garage". His tone made it out to be more of an order and by the time I had turned around he was already walking away. My heart started to race thinking all kinds of thoughts. I put some dishes away and made my way to the garage. Upon opening the door I let out a small gasp and quickly entered it and closed the door behind me. My cousin was leaning against the car his dick already out of his pants through his zipper. He made eye contact to me and without saying a word just pointed to his dick. Slightly hesitating because some of the family was still in the house I didn't move at first. This obviously irritated my cousin because I heard a low growl from him. Making up my mind I walked over and knelt in front of him. "When I say come you come" he said grabbing my head with force and shoving my face on his dick. My hesitation before obviously made him mad so he was taking it out on me. He shoved his dick in my throat all the way down making me gag since I wasn't prepared. He just grabbed my head and held me there making me choke. Slowly I got my gag reflexes under control and started working his dick on my own volition instead of having him force me. This brought a sigh to my cousins lips and he finally released my head. I looked up into his bright blue eyes as I worked mu tongue on his shaft. Licking up and down all while keeping my lips on his dick. His beautiful man musk permeated my nostrils as I breathed through them so I could keep swallowing his dick. My cousin reached into his pocket and pulled a cigarette our and lit it. "Fuck yeah work that dick" he muttered as he drew on his cigarette. I brought my hand up and started playing with his balls all while sucking him. Suddenly I heard the door behind me open and I stopped in panic. One or my uncles had come into the garage to throw some trash away and he stopped in his tracks. He just stared at us, me with my cousins dick in my mouth. My cousin looks back and just says "hey uncle David" I move to get up but just cousin just grabs my head keeping me in place. Terror runs through me thinking oh shit my uncle is going to tell everyone. But to my surprise my uncle doesn't go back inside and just walks up to us throwing the garbage bag aside. Even more surprising I see that he had actually pulled his dick out of his pants and is starting to stroke it. Then I hear my cousin say " suck uncle David's dick I told him you were amazing and he wants to try it. Aunt Cindy hasn't sucked his dick in ages" I'm still shocked at what's developing but then it dawns on me. My cousin had already told my uncle and had probably told him to come to the garage as well. I turn my head towards my uncle who has a slight beer gut but am greeted with a nice 6 inch mushroom dick to my face. "Your cousin told me how great of a cock sucker you are and I just had to feel for myself. " still not believing what's going on I on auto pilot turn my attention to his dick and swallow it. He let's out a small gasp and a wow as I swallow his dick down to its base. "Holy shit its been so long" he says and I can tell because his dick is oozing precum already. I'm licking and sucking away when I hear my cousin move and starts rearranging the work bench in the garage. "Lay down on here" he orders and I stop sucking my uncles cock and move over. I lay on my back on the bench and my cousin practically rips my pants off. "Lean your head back and suck uncle David's dick again I want some of that pussy again" my uncle comes over and puts his dick back in my mouth as my cousin lifts my legs. He spits in his hand and rubbs his dick before lining it up on my hole. "You really going to fuck him?" My uncle asks and as a response my cousin shoves his dick in me. I gasp with my uncles dick in mouth as I feel my cousins large dick force its way into me. I do my best to relax but it still hurts. My cousin just grunts and pushes harder. Tears enter my eyes as I try to endure the pain all the while my uncles dick is still in my mouth. My cousin starts a rhythmic thrusting making my uncles dick slide in and out of my mouth. Slowly my ass relaxes and I feel more pleasure then pain and start to moan. All the while my uncles dick is rock hard obviously turned in seeing my cousin fuck me. "Fuck uncle David this pussy is tight you need to feel it" my cousin says Jack hammering away. I can barely see my uncles face and can see indecision written all over it. I cam tell dick sucking is one thing but actually fucking his nephew is another. But seeing how much my cousin is enjoying my ass making low growls he finally makes up his mind. He pulls his dick from my mouth and walks around. My cousin is still jack hammering my ass. Pulling all the way out and shvoing back in. Now with my mouth free of my uncles dick I start to let out some moans. My cousin covers my mouth "shut up can't have the family hear you" with his hand on my mouth I feel his big dick hitting all my spots. I try not to make noise but small moans still escape. My uncle is jacking his cock watching my cousin fuck me. With one last hard thrust in I then feel my cousins body shake and feel the familiar pulsing and warmth as he shoots inside me. Finally pulling out he offers my gaping hole to my uncle "go for it feels damn good" my uncle comes around but unlike my cousin doesn't just shove his dick in. He taps it on my hole and slides it on it. I feel his big mushroom head slowly position in my hole and then he enters me. I gasp as his big head slowly pushes in feeling amazing. He let's out a sigh as he pushs all the ball deep. "Fuck it's so warm and tight" he mutters as he does slow strokes in and out of me. My cousin has made his way to my head and shoves his semi hard dick in my mouth. "Clean it off and keep quite" he says. I lick and swallow his dick tasting myself and his leftover cum. My uncle is sliding in and out of me nice and smooth with squishing sounds obviously from my cousins cum. He didn't last long having not had sex for a long time and he feel his mushroom head grow as he suddenly shoots multiple times in me with gasp. After pulling out I can tell he has the post cum regrets as he doesn't say a word zips up and leaves the garage. My cousin just laughs as he pulls his dick out of my mouth and also zips up. He walks inside leaving me on the bench still reeling from what happened. Two of my relatives have now fucked me.

1. The sound of sex hit my ears as soon as I entered the apartment. I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. My roommate Mike and I had been living together for three years now, and both being young gay guys in NYC were pretty promiscuous, but lately Mike had gone into over drive. It had been common for both of us to bring home guys on the weekend, but now it wasn’t shocking for Mike to get fucked every night of the week. “Fuck boy, I’m gonna breed your pussy deep.” “Yeah! Use my hole. Fill me up!” “Take my load in this loose sloppy cunt.” “Fuck yeah!” “Fucking cum dump, leaking with loads.” “Add yours to my cunt Sir!” “Take my fucking cock slut!” I had stopped walking and was just listening at this point. My cock was hard in my jeans. Had Mike been taking loads all day, or was this just dirty talk? The pounding got louder and rougher, and then with a deep roar it came to a sudden end. My roommate was being flooded with cum. They went silent for a minute, and I moved into my bedroom so they wouldn’t know I had been listening in the hall. I could hear them moving around and presumably getting dressed. I peered out around my door as they came out of Mike’s room. A tall, older, bearded, bear walked out of Mike’s room, flashed him a smiled and left. Mike stood in his doorway for a moment in only a jockstrap. He and I are both around 5’9”, and work out reasonably often, he looked hot standing there. As I looked I noticed his light chest hair was matted down with what was obviously cum. He turned back into his room, and a moment later I got a text message from him. Hey, when are you coming home?” I shouted down the hall from inside my room, pretending I hadn’t just seen what happened, “I’m home.” Mike came into my room after a minute wearing a tank top and a pair of little gym shorts. “Hey,” he said a little sheepishly. “Hey, having fun?” I grinned. He laughed a little, “Yeah… I guess you could hear us.” “You guess? You’re not known for being quiet.” Now he laughed and blushed. “Cum dump,” I said teasingly. “Well…” he blanched for a moment, “If the title fits.” “What?” “I am kinda a cum slut.” I cocked my head to the side, “That was the sixth guy today.” “Fuck!” I was impressed, “How the fuck are you that horny. Like two guys in a day is a lot for me.” Mike laughed. “I don’t get off any more. I just get fucked.” He came and sat on my bed with me. He smelled like sweat and cum. “You don’t get off what do you mean?” “I don’t jerk off. I just get off from toys and cock.” Before I could ask any more questions, the apartment buzzer went off. With another rather embarrassed look Mike said, “I maybe invited one more guy over before I knew you were home.” He ran off to buzz the guy in, “Dinner after?” “Yeah I guess,” I said laying down on my bed to listen to my roommate get bred again.

This is a true story and it happened in November of 2021, my friend who is also my roommate and connection went to see family for Thanksgiving and asked if I could help him out with his clients and I knew if not all most of them and they knew me so I told him I would. I got a call from one of the guys he deals with and I sort of knew him he seemed ok to me. He asked if I had anything for him I asked what he wanted and he said he needed a ounce I told him I had it and I gave him the price and he said he would take it but he couldn't come to where I was. I asked him where he was and he said that he was home, now from where I live to where he lives it's a good 2 and a half hour drive but I also knew if I sold what I had I didn't have to sell anymore for the night. I told him that I could bring it to him but I couldn't get to his place til about 11pm as it was just after 8pm. He said that was fine, he also said that if I wanted to I could stay for a bit instead of driving another 2 and a hours back I said that I just might take him up on the offer. He said just let me know before you get here and I said ok. Like I said I knew this guy a little bit and he seemed really cool and from what I could gather he didn't seem to be a guy who likes to get wild never mind being in control plus from what my friend told me he really didn't play much because of his husband so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. But was I wrong. Before my friend/roommate went to see his family this guy had asked my roommate about me and my roommate wanted to know what he meant. His friend said that he wanted to PnP with me, my friend started to laugh and said that I wouldn't be his type and his friend asked why. So my roommate decided to tell him just about everything about me. What I like and what I am into and that I don't play with anyone he or our other roommate plays with and his friend said really and my roommate said yeah it's his thing. His friend said can I ask you something else and my roommate said sure, he asked if there was anything that I wanted to try but I haven't. ( Now my roommate/connection pretty much knows everything about me and that includes things about sex. Things that should have not been told to other people) My roommate thought about it and decided not to tell him so he told him that he would have to ask me. But his friend decided to push the question more and my roommate asked him why wanted to know so bad. He told my roommate that he would do anything he could so he could play with me and my roommate said anything and he said yeah why. (From what I was told after this had happened) my roommate had this look on him as he said to his friend if I tell you and if it happens you have to promise me that you have it all on video, his friend said ok. So my roommate/connection went on to tell him that I have been wanting to have a guy I was PnP with turn out to be a guy who would take control over me and have my wrist and ankles tied or strapped to a bed or sling and have both of my holes used and get me so high that he whores me out to anyone who wanted to use me and my holes. His friend said are you serious and my roommate said he was serious but he also told him that I had never had a cock down my throat because of my gag reflex, he continued to tell him that if he really wanted to go through with it that he had to promise my roommate one thing and his friend asked what that was and again my roommate had this evil grin and said that he had to have at least 1 guy who was big and thick and have a video of him giving my throat a good fucking and his friend said he definitely would make sure that it would happen he actually knew a couple guys who are definitely big and thick enough and he knew at least 1 of them likes making guys take his cock down their throat. Now this was talked about a couple weeks before I went to his place during those 2 weeks this friend of his was going online and setting up this gangbang session where I would be tied or strapped to the sling and I would be HnH and will take any guys load. On the night I went to drop off the ounce off I told him that I was going to stay for a little bit and gave him a time I would be there. Not knowing what he had planned I arrived around the time I had told him I would be there and when I walked in to his place it was him,his husband and 2 other guys. I was introduced to them and their names were Tom and Nick my roommates friends name is Kevin and his husband's name is Dan. Kevin offered me something to drink and I told him that a water or soda was fine he had come back with a glass of soda and as I was getting his stuff ready I started to drink the soda. We all were smoking some t and as I was wrapping things up and was getting ready to leave I got up and got really light headed and my vision was blurry. When I went to stand up I almost went over but I grabbed on to something to stop myself from falling what I had grabbed onto was part of a chair that one of the guys was sitting in and when I grabbed it Tom reached up and held onto my arm and I didn't realize it at first but when he grabbed my arm I fell onto his lap and when I did I could feel how big he was and it kind a shock me. I have seen some nice size cocks but only on video and this guy definitely felt that he was big. When I went to stand up I apologized and he just smiled and said it was ok then I felt his hand on the back of my ass as he said to bad you are leaving and Kevin said are you ok and I told him that I was just probably tired from the ride and that I would be fine. Then I remember Kevin saying to me that my fantasy is going to happen tonight and then I remember opening my eyes and still some blurry I heard someone saying in my ear enjoy the ride as I felt something in my arm and then very shortly after I felt that I felt something on my other arm and I started to feel that warm rushing feeling and I knew that I had just been pointed as I was feeling this warm rushing feeling I was thinking why does warm rushing feeling feel so strong I then realized that I had been slammed twice and when I started to cough I heard someone say ok good ahead and make sure that his hole stays all lubed up and then I hear what sounded like a motor turn on and felt something pushing up against my asshole and then I was finally able to see straight and when I did I saw that I was completely naked with my legs pushed back and in the air and 3 guys standing on both sides of me and someone else sitting or kneeling between my spreading legs and then I heard Kevin say Tom why don't you get behind him as Kevin and Nick stood on each side of the sling and I heard Kevin say to Dan his husband how is it looking and Dan said I think we need to turn it up more and before I realized what was happening Kevin pick up something and turned the knob and as he did whatever was pushing up against my asshole was pushing even more as I felt my hole start to open up and stretch and Kevin leaning towards me saying that I was going to take every cock and load that is offered to me and that I was going to enjoy the first of many as he said to Tom go ahead and show him what it feels like to get throat fucked by a big and thick cock. I remember looking up because they had my head hanging as Tom stood over me with my head between his legs and seeing his cock and I was shocked not only was it big like I thought it would be but he was also very thick and I definitely didn't want him to give me or my throat a fucking with his cock. But I was in no position to stop him Too be continued

Was on bbrt. Saw this profile of a guy that I have an antagonistic relationship with at best. I can’t stand the way he talks to me and I am pretty sure he feels the same. We are not nice to each other at all. But it was slow tonight so I sent him a pretty shitty message and ended it with “do you want to fuck me?” I was expecting him to send back a fuck you and a laughing emoji but instead he said yes. I started thinking about how much I dislike him and how I didn’t want to be in a position with him over me. And for some reason I got super hard. Suffice it to say I went over to his place. He was acting like a jerk and being rude but then he pulled out his clock and just stared at me. I got down on my knees and started to suck him hard. Once he was stuff I took a couple more hits off my poppers than i strictly needed and got on my hands and knees on his bed. He told me to get on the floor which made me want to walk out but i did. and he proceeded to fuck me for four hours and he came a total of five times. When he was done I got up and tried to put on my clothes but he took my under wear and shoved me out of the bedroom. I got dressed in the hallway and left his place. he messaged me later that he was going to fuck me again next week. And I am going to let him. what is wrong with me?

This is true, I just hope younger guys reading this thread keep it in mind. Also, I don’t derive any pleasure thinking of anybody else receiving mental distress. We can cause each other so much needless pain. I remember one night I was out and and a friend of a friend said something cruel to a guy at the bar. I told him immediately that he was rude and he should go apologize. Of course he was indignant. I said, well, if this is acceptable behavior in this group I’m out of here and I walked over to the guy and said ‘I’m sorry that he was such an ass to you’. I no longer have room for mean people in my life.

I know for me it was around age 33/34. I’m still told I’m handsome, but there’s expectations of me. I don’t get as much sex as I once did, but the sex I do get is very enjoyable. The trick is not to let your sexual attractiveness be what gives you your self esteem. And for those who aren’t in to older bottoms a simple ‘sorry, not interested’ is sufficient. Some of the turndowns can be quite cruel. Not me, I rarely initiate, but I’ve some some horrific put downs at bars/sex clubs from others. We all need to be nicer.

Woke up horny and realized I haven't gotten laid yet this year so I decided to go on scruff and grindr. I ended up taking two loads. #1 - Older top from scruff. Got to his place, went to the living room and he dropped his pants and I dropped to my knees. Started sucking off a nice uncut cock. He was a grower, not a shower so I was pleasantly surprised at the girth. He pulled me up, bent me over his couch and ate me out a bit before he pushed it in. I definitely wasn't ready for that thick but he fucked me good for about 10 minutes and blew in my ass. #2 - Still horny and not having gotten off yet, I went home and got a ping from a nice headless torso on grindr. He was looking for a hairy hole to fuck. I invited him over. He got here and was a pretty attractive latin guy in his 30's. We sucked each other off and I got his good-sized dick hard and he got pretty turned on when he tongue fucked me and tasted the other guy's load. He put my legs over my head. I'm glad my hole was broken in from before because he fucked deep for a good half hour before breeding me. Still have both loads swimming around and still looking for a third.

Well, fksn - I met my life-partner at Mans Country in Chicago. I was fucking a tasty Hole, and he was sucking off a Cock next to me. He pulled off long enough to give me the most beautiful smile, twinkling, big, fat, cornflower-blue eyes, and then went back to work. When the Cock he was sucking shot it's load in his mouth, I just leaned sideways and kissed that sweet, beautiful mouth full of Sperm. That was the beginning of just over 30 years together; next month will mark the 14th anniversary of his passing, and I miss him every day. But, somehow I was lucky enough to find the perfect guy for me. So, it can happen !!! Many years later, after moving to FL, I met a hot-assed cumdump on BBRT, who turned out to be the perfect mirror of my own Lusts. I "kept" him for around 3 years, took him to orgies, whored him out at home, took him to IML and showed him what serious Breeding was all about. It ended a couple of years ago, thanks to his drug addictions - I just couldn't put up with it anymore. It was fun while it lasted though.

Was talking online to this Indian guy who asked if I liked groups and wanted me to come by while he was working yesterday to get fucked. Wanting to get in some fun before it was supposed to snowstorm in Atlanta today, I said yes. I headed over right at noon per his request to what I found was a small cleaners in a neighborhood shopping strip. I had some shirts that needed laundered so I entered the store with them not sure if I was in the right place or not. I got my laundry ticket and then the guy behind the counter smiled and rubbed his crotch to let me know I was in the right spot. He wasted no time turning off the counter lights and locking the front door as he guided me into the back. I was surprised to find two other employees in the back area with their pants down showing hard uncut cocks. I quickly stripped and got on my knees and sucked both hard cocks as I felt lube being applied to my ass from the third. They wasted no time alternating fucking my mouth and ass for the next hour eventually turning me on my back with my legs in the air getting pounded for over an hour til all three had dumped loads in my ass and left me to clean myself up as they secured the business. I reached in my pocket for the laundry receipt knowing I would be back soon...

I am in my mid thirties and am always up for some fun. My horniness for CUM has brought me after many years of fun and risk the Poz status, which has now only made me a hornier cum sow. I was in the car on my way home from a business trip from Bavaria to the beautiful North Rhine Westphalia in Germany. On the highway and online at Grindr. Was horny as sow and have written to the most diverse people, but since it was already 4 o'clock in the morning, no one could be found so quickly. Then I found this young 22 year old boy, pretty cool pictures, but over 80 kilometers away. Nevertheless written to if he had Bock, I would even pay. He asks how much I would pay and shows after my answer very interested. He would be at home and would like to wait for me Anon moderately, but I would have to bring condoms. I check google maps to see how long it would take me and, despite the detour, already show myself to take on the drive. In the past, I would have tried to convince the boy if we could not do it without a condom, but today I know that if the other does not respond to certain hints or questions, he really wants to have it only with a condom. Since I don't want to arouse suspicion, I tell myself that I will only do it safe and bring condoms. Now comes the part that makes me the most fun in recent months. The one that makes me really hot and horny. I drive to the gas station and buy condoms. Drive a little further and stop at a quiet place. I tear open a condom slightly and pull out the rubber. Anyone who has tried the following knows how difficult it is to get holes in a condom. A rubber like that is pretty sturdy. Since I don't have scissors or a sharp object, I use my key and poke several holes in the required tip of the condom. It works with nen bit of force and it's clear this rubber will hold with a little help later, not. Then I add the rubber back into the plastic package and into the box. Off to the date, I am equipped. I arrive at the date after a long drive. He pushes me via Whatsapp that he will open the door and Doggy is waiting on the bed. I actually enter a sweet apartment. There is soft house music playing and as if perfectly made for me, the room is slightly darkened, there is a faint indirect light in the bedroom of the Young Lord. He himself is already on all fours in bed, and I may catch sight of his horny ass. The ass is a little stronger than in the pictures, but the young man has such a horny 22 year old ass box that I can hardly wait, He looks at me a little nervous, what I do so, but after he sees that I undress, he calms down and waits for me to finally fuck him doggy. I come into the room, squat down first, and suck his horny clean hole wet. He moans slightly and finds it horny how I stick my tongue in his hole.During this I get the condom packet out of my pants pocket and put it obviously on the side of the bed so that he perceives it. While I jerk my cock stiff and lick his hole, I take the pack and quickly take out the defective condom, and tear at the pack with my mouth as if opening it for the first time. I get the rubber out, and it still rolls over my cock with no apparent damage. But I know better. I stand up and lubricate his horny hole with the lube he has provided, WHILE I work the hole horny with 2 fingers, my thoughts circle only around how I'm about to put my bare cock in his hole. He himself gets nothing of it and thinks that I'm the safe play guy. I take my cock and finally put it in his hole. He moans out, not knowing yet what is happening. I start fucking him, hoping that the condom will finally give way, but these things are really made of a very sturdy material. Despite my after-action with my hand, the condom unfortunately does not unroll. So I have to squat again after some more fucking, and work his hole with my tongue. What he does not see that my hands are now free and I can work on my cock, The condom just does not want to tear completely. But I feel off a hole with my fingers and put my finger in and pull on it. Finally happens what I hope for. The hole gets bigger and I can push the condom down without making a sound. I stand back up and have this demonic grin on my face. He himself trusts me and does not check my cock, Now only one thing, quickly with the tail in the hole so that he does not get anything. And yes, how horny that is when I put my bare cock in his horny hole. He moans horny and I grunt like a pig. I know what I'm doing. I know how nasty it is, but it makes me totally hot. I start fucking the boy like a boar. The bare glans feels so horny in his smacking hole. And knowing that I'm about to pleasure this young man with my semen brings me up to speed. After 5 minutes of horny fucking, the condom still annoys me. I pull out my cock again and just dare. I pull the condom off quietly, fingers briefly at his hole around and put the bare tail in his hole. He himself gets nothing at all and the point is reached where my filled eggs can no longer. I inject him with such a horny load deep into his intestine that he must have actually felt it. Pull my cock out of his juicy hole and squirt him another jet of cum on his back. I grunt like a boar that just made the sow happy, but quickly dress before he realizes what happened. I put his money on the living room table and disappear. On the way home he writes to me. He asks why I sprayed him on the back and not in the rubber. I tell him that I didn't want to cum all in him. He answers pissed off and shocked, how could it come to this? I tell him that the condom must have torn and I didn't realize it. He is very angry and swears. But that makes me even hornier and makes him even more of an object. I have virtually raped him. I mated and inseminated him without him wanting it. Horny, just horny, I look forward to the next young man who can be inseminated so easily against his will.

Bf and I are being open, so let the games begin! Been trying to hook up with a dl uncut Latin top who has fucked me anon and blindfolded in the past, but his schedule is bizarre because he's hetero married. Decided to clean out and just hope for the best yesterday. Made loose plans with him, but fell through. Ended up hitting up another thick Latin top that I'd messaged before, and he was free. Headed over, and he was a slim hot enough guy with scarring on his body, but man his cock was 8.5, thick with the biggest mushroom head I've ever seen. Oral was fun, but tiring with his huge head, so I thought I'd give myself a break by showing him my ass and laying back, but I had no idea what was next. He pounded me senseless for 20min. I've been fucked hard before, but he none stop hit me as deep as he could as fast as he could looking down on me crying with a blank expression just looming over. I didn't ask to stop, but eventually he asked if I needed him to slow down and I said please Sir. I was getting worried because he said sometimes it takes him hours to cum. He fucked me face-down with my legs togetwhr for 15min and came... I rode him casually for another 30min but couldn't stick around for him to cum again. Guess it was compliment I made him cum so fast the first time!! Went home before my bf got out of work, and texted him to fuck me with this anon load inside me when he was headed home. This fuck HURT because I didn't realize how bad the Latin guy's huge cockhead had torn me up, but I wouldn't say no and was a good bitch while my bf pounded me with his thick 7.5 tool missionary til he unloaded in me. Today I hit up a top with my favorite cock ever. I was excited to let him abuse my extra sore hole because he happened to be visiting at the time, and I was already wrecked. I was going to bring my ass over for a quick fuck anyways. I walked in, lubed up his cock with only my spit (8.5, semi-cut, perfect) bent over his couch only stripping my pants, and he fucked me hard. He put his hands around my neck, and I grabbed them and pushed harder. He called me a cunt, smacked me hard, and put his hands over my carotid arteries on my neck, applying gentle press (never had this happen before). I was so turned on I just wanted to be his bitch forever and have him in control, not even caring about any consequences. I could tell he knew what was best for me. He told me he wanted to finished in me face down on his bed. He pounded me into submission again and told me I was his property, even saying he couldn't even rape me anymore I was so willing, told me to shut the fuck up, then pushed me down into the bed suffocating me as he filled my hole. I cleaned his cock, thanked him, and left. Got home and felched some of his load out of my ass I was so grateful for. Now I'm meeting with my bf to play with a bottom later... Would rather get another load but will be more fun none the less Pic of my used hole now

My body is hosed out everyday and i pre-lube any time I go out some place so i am ready for use in bathrooms, guys cars, behind buildings, random hookup app meetings. Joy of being a sex pig is that i need it constantly an always seeking it out. My mouth and ass are kept ready for their primary purpose.

Love ATM. I enjoy taking a load deep in my guts, then pulling the cock up to my mouth and slowly licking it clean of all our combined juices. I clean well beforehand, and I really make sure to use a lot of spit and throat juices to open my hole up while I am sucking his cock to get him hard. Between the spit/throat juice I am able to run into my hole and the spit/throat juices all over his cock.... the lube is all natural. So, to me, it tastes even better knowing it is all our juices I am cleaning. When I top, I have a few FWB's who absolutely love cleaning my cock afterwards. I don't even ask, I just hold my dripping cock and look at them until they drop to their knees and start licking and sucking. I've been known to give up a second load to a bottom who cleans me off well after eating our combined juice from my cock.

I had a bottom on Grindr hook up with me this afternoon. He just wanted cum in his hole, not a relationship, which is fine with me. I just needed a hole to breed with no strings attached. Turned out he was shorter, slimmer and younger that I expected but he didn't waste any time getting naked and face down on my bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart to show me his pucker. I slapped some lube on his ass and just pushed my cock in. From the groaning and moaning I could tell I was doing it right for him, but he used his inner muscles to squeeze my cock shaft too. Soon enough he had me shooting my load in his hole while he used his muscles to milk out as much as I could produce, and with me staying hard he just didn't want me to pull out. At least now I have a good regular again. He told me to call any time I need to dump a load, and I know I'll be doing that more and more often.

There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about the cum leaking out of my ass to the filthy concrete floor, except to turn around and with my tongue lick the juicy wads from the cement. Those loads were mine, they belong to me, and I fucking earned every one of them. After eating each drop of those loads, I rolled over on my back and laughed. What a fuckin’ night! It started with me hanging out alone, bored. And as anyone with a lick of sense knows, once that happens, it’s an open door to finding trouble. I called a buddy that I fuck with to see if he was around and wanted to maybe hit some bars, but the phone went unanswered. I cruised a couple of sites to see if there was any action, but it was quiet. There were a few hot men but mostly it was guys that didn’t flip a switch. I figured it might be best if I just hit a sex club or leather bar but in the end, I decided to just head out for a walk and see where it took me. I threw on some trash clothes, grabbed a cockring and some poppers, and headed out the door. I was about a half-hour from my apartment and heading downtown. Quiet Monday night, not a thing going on. As I approached some of the smaller side streets of the main drag, I noticed a guy on the sidewalk about a block ahead of me. He ducked into a building entrance. A few more seconds went by and I noticed the top of his head peeking out and then ducking back. I was now about a half a block away. He came out and stood in full view, and damn, what a sight. Nice, tight 501s, a big fat basket and nice tribal tattoos, swarthy face, very, very hot. I slowed my pace a bit – well, more than a bit, I basically stopped dead in my tracks. My cock stood at full attention in a second, and I just knew this guy would be one hell of a time. “You lookin’ to party?” he says. Now, no matter how fuckin’ hot this man was, I just didn’t pay for sex as a rule. As a matter of fact, my bank account just wasn’t up for it. “No thanks, buddy, I can’t afford it right now,” I said. He looked down at the bulge in my jeans and said, ‘Well, it looks like you are.” He looked me straight in the eye and said, “What about just fuckin’ around? I live right here.” He laughed and added. ‘No charge. Honest.” My dick responded my leaking a nice stream of precum which spotted my jeans. “Yeah?” “Yeah. Come on up.” We walked up three flights to his place. At the door to his apartment, his stopped and said, “Do you party?” “Yeah, sometimes. It depends.” I walked in and right there in the living room was a sling, rim chair and a massive wooden chair that stood on a small platform which had holes in the bottom. This guy seriously loved sex if this was his living room! He then asked me if I wanted to slam. The thought of it made me drool – slamming with this hot motherfucker, wow, what did I just walk into? I said I’d only done it a couple of times but didn’t have the big rush everybody always talks about. He said, well, it must have been shitty stuff. I can make sure you have some fun. So he mixed the shit in front of me, got the rigs ready and then stood me up in front of him and said, “I have some things you’d probably look really good in.” He walked into an adjoining room and came back with a rank, stained jock and a couple of other things, but I could not take my eyes off the man. The idea of doing this… with this man… well, it was overwhelming. He sat me down, pulled off my pants, and put my boots back on my feet. Then he slipped on that rank jock, squeezing my cock and balls, which jumped in his hands. I watched while he did the same for himself and then took out a big cigar, ashtray and some water in a jug. “Ready, fucker?” he asked. My eyes said it all. He came forward and tied me off, found a nice, fat vein, and pushed in the needle. I watched, completely fascinated, as he pulled back the plunger. There was the red flash, and in it went. He took off the tourniquet and said, “Hang on, fucker!” I coughed, and simply seemed to become breathless. There was a moment of panic but then I was flooded with it, begging him, almost incoherent. I went to my knees in front of him. He did himself quickly, and when he pushed in his hit he looked at me like a fuckin’ demon. “Get the fuck over here, pig!” He made me crawl along the floor toward him. He sat down in the large chair and said, “Get that mouth around this cock.” I was rushing hard – really hard – and I could feel myself getting wet. I opened my mouth and sucked in that semi-hard, dripping cock. He put a hand on my head and guided me while I moaned and slurped up his cock. He was talking the whole time, calling me his fuck boy, telling me just what might be in store for me. All I knew was that I could not wait to get his cock in my hole. For the next couple of hours he put me through my paces. I was poked, prodded, slapped, flogged, and made to lick his boots while he smoked his great big stogie. I was forced to lick his nice, ripe ass, to eat his hole, and then he put a hood on me and force-fed me his cock. While I was at his feet, licking his boots, he made a phone call to a buddy. “Come on, fucker, we’re going to visit a friend of mine. You’re too good of a pig to keep all to myself.” He forced me into a flight suit, grabbed a few things and put them in a bag. In a couple of minutes, we were on the way to his buddy’s house. Once we were there, he pulled a collar out of the bag and put it around my neck. “Be real nice to my friend, boy, if you know what’s good for you.”

Well guys remember, youths a mask but it dont last. Some of these rude putudowners will be there soon.

And Vaseline also has the added advantage that if you find a top insistent on using a condom - sure, go ahead! Then when it breaks, tell them you want their cum and they’ll be so horny that they won’t even care 😈

I usually pre-lube when I 'm ready and hunting for loads -going to the baths or an underwear party or a bar, etc. I find that once a guy slips his hand into my hole and finds it wet, he's MUCH more likely to fuck me right then and there! Plus, when I'm taking loads, I don't want the top wasting time grabbing lube and getting me wet. I'm already wet, just breed me, Daddy!

Reading through the replies, it sounds like the general cut-off age is somewhere around 30. I don't "card" guys in the fuckjoints, but I can honestly say that nubile, hairless, "young" guys don't do much for me at all. I get that they need to gain experience, all of that, but I don't need to be their professor. I like fucking men, and if that means they're over 30, 35 fine. I wouldn't rob a wheelchair either, but an experienced Hole is far more enticing. I would hazard that most bottoms under 30 have yet to learn much of their craft, mostly because they haven't had to yet. A sweet, young thing may be attractive to many experienced Tops, but that doesn't mean the kid is worth fucking. We all like puppies, kittens, whatever because they're so cute and innocent and gawd knows what else. That doesn't mean they're experienced Holes or Breeders yet. All of us were young once, and gathered perhaps more action than our experienced deserved merely because of our youthfulness. The blush of youth may be nice to look at, but that hardly means the kid is worth fucking - far more likely it means he isn't.

Austin is a freak in bed. One of the best slam sessions ever. I was in Philly and we hooked up there. I proudly carry his strains with me forever!

If you’re horny, don’t waste your time with: ⁃ lying to yourself: were you seriously looking for a monogamous relationship while you were at the same time secretly dreaming to be one of those horndogs who fuck from one man to the next, who enjoy every new experience with every new man, or who love to be in the middle of a group orgy and have their dicks in every whole possible? (You have no idea what beautiful memories to cherish you’re going to create). ⁃ Watching porn in order to dream of being someone else. Stop dreaming and suppressing the desire of being one of those horndogs and start becoming one in real life. ⁃ listening to other people’s morals - they can only refer to their standards (which aren’t perfect either). Make your own standards! No one gets to tell you what to do with your body, your heart, your mind, or your time. ⁃ Letting others shame you for how you’re wired. They’ll never get to comprehend why you’re not content with few limited reasons to have sex, and to suppress most of your desires as they do. You are able to enjoy the countless reasons to connect sexually on various levels and to fulfill yourself and your fellow people. Appreciate it as a gift. ⁃ Being choosy about a potential Sex partner. (Experience has taught me that you sometimes don’t see the beauty of others with your eyes, but only then when you’re already inside of them…). The looks of a man doesn’t tell anything about all the sexual gifts that he could still bring along with him. Don’t forget that others can also choosy about you as well. ⁃ messing around with men who would just rumble around, acting hard to get, or come up with a list of terms and conditions before opening up for a fuck. Don’t let anyone waste your time. Don’t let anyone be a strain for your sex drive. You don’t need to beg anyone for a fuck. There are other countless uncomplicated potential sex partners out there. Go look out for those who are just the same kind of horndog as you. There are more than enough out there coming along your way who’ll be ready for you without reservation and will drop pants for you just as fast as you would love to drop yours. ⁃ Feeling ashamed of being a horndog and dick driven - own it, be proud of it, and live it! You don’t need to justify your sex drive to anyone - only to yourself as long as you don’t satisfy it.

Whore 12 – A continuation Now left alone, I could feel my newly fisted cunt throb. Reaching back, I made my way past my tender cunt lips to feel the gaped chasm that Daddy had left as my fingers were covered in the viscous juices. Instinctively, I slipped the fingers of my left hand past my parched lips and tasted myself. “Shit...” I moaned, taking in the taste of my cunt while I explored my expanded cunt with my right hand. Two fingers became three inside me... cunt still hungry, I slipped in the fourth digit until I had most of my hand inside... my cunt was twitching for more. “Oh, God!” I moaned, realizing what it meant and I forced myself to take it all. The initial pain again turned to pleasure as my cunt lips surrounded my wrist and I began to explore my own cunt... Slowly, I stretched out my hand and my cunt walls spasmed while the feeling of both the being fisted and fisting a cunt overcame me. I was inside myself... My fingers now crept along the moist velvet walls. “Mutherfucker!!!!” I howled. Desperately trying to take more of my own fist, I tried to stretch and will myself deeper but I couldn’t. “Shit, please...” I begged to any spiritual force that would listen but it was futile. With increasing pressure on my fist, cunt juices coated my hand as I continued to fuck myself with my fist until I let out an intense cry. My cunt was aching and began to pulse... on and on the anal orgasm went. “FUUUUUCK!” When the last spasms ended, I gently pulled my fist out... followed by the wet folds of a reddened rosebud. Feeling the moist folds, I smiled... remembering cunt’s bloom... and I fell to the floor of the cage with my slimed hand at my lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I woke up... I don’t know how long after being left in the cage... I had lost all sense of time. I lurched and stopped with a start as the chain to my septum prevented me from sitting up. Moaning, I felt the dryness of my mouth.... cotton mouth, I thought as I tried to produce spit to moisten my mouth. “Fucking beautiful whore...” cunt smiled, hovering over me with a bottle of water. “How’re you feeling?” “Shit... cunt, like fucking like shit.” I grabbed the water and took it down a series of gulps. “Yeah?” he joked, holding a full pipe to me. “Think this would help?” “Shit yeah!” Nodding, he put the stem to my lips and placed the lit torch to the crystal shards held in the bowl. I took a deep hit and felt the warmth of the clouds fill my lungs and begin to renew me. “Fucking needed that!” I gasped, shooting the stream into cunt’s open mouth and we began to devour each other between the hits. “Just like it’s supposed to be.” cunt laughed with a sexy grin. “Fucking chemmed up whore.” “MMMMMMm” I sighed, taking in another thick cloud and holding it. “I DEFINITELY needed that.” Releasing me, cunt pulled me up and we sat on our haunches face-to-face. I looked intently at him as if seeing him again for the first time. My hands grabbed hold of the thickened tits pointing straight down off the shelf of his muscled pecs. “Like them?” he gasped as my fingernails gripped them to feel the thickened flesh. “Shit yeah,” I moaned, moving my hands down the deep ridges of his eight-pack to his thick muscled thighs spread out framing his obscenely bloated ball sac suspended in the stretched out yellow jockstrap. “Do you ever regret it?” I asked, holding the melon-sized sac and then moving down to his permanently distended cunt lips. “Never...” he smiled. “You?’ he asked, his fingers trailing down the tats swirling my ringed tits and around my torso to the nub of my caged cock. “Uh uh... it’s all about cunt now.” I nodded. “CUNT?” he laughed at the irony of what I had just said. “Yeah...” I laughed, “CUNT” and I moved in to kiss him. Breaking our kiss, he crawled out of the cage and stood with his hand extended. “Good... cause I don’t think either one of us is done yet.” I crawled out of the cage, took his hand and stood. He motioned to the door and his eyes fell in deference. I hesitated for a moment before I realized immediately what to do. I looked at cunt... the omega... and I nodded. I made my way to the dungeon door with cunt obediently behind me. My heart began to beat faster as I took hold of the handle and opened the door. Walking into the dungeon, I noticed that we were alone. I turned to cunt... “Where is everyone?” “You’ve been out for almost two days. Fuck man... You need to build up your stamina.” he snickered. “Max and Colin left after I serviced them. Daddy took puppy to get his knot.” “Yeah?” I smiled. ““And boy?” “Out...” he said, nearing my pit and taking a lick. “Nice... but we should shower.” I cracked a smile and walked to the shower area as I removed my gear until I was left only with my cage. Turning on the warm water, I sighed as the cascading stream hit my body. “Fucking stud,” cunt growled, coming behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I pulled him directly under the shower head then turned around and bent to kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips and into his cuntmouth. Slipping his hands down my hips, he pulled himself against my groin until my caged cock and sac rested on his engorged sac. “Goddamn sexy cunt.” I let out. He pulled away from me, grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering my body, letting his hands explore every inch of my tatted skin. He ran them over my hard pecs before making his way down my abs and took hold of my crotch with his soapy hands. I groaned, watching the water splash on his smooth face and down his equally smooth muscled body. My mouth watered seeing the rivulets of water run down his pecs and drip off his thick fleshy tits. I took his face in my hands and kissed him again. “Back now,” I snickered. I turned around and in long strokes while tracing the muscled lats, he began to lather my back. Slowly, he moved down to my ass cheeks. I moved to the shower wall and raised my hands to the cold black tiles and instinctively spread my legs and arched. His hands continued their movement, working their way to my cunt. I remained still, taking in the sensation of his soap slick fingers massaging and cleaning my puffy cunt lips. After a while, I straightened up and pulled cunt directly under the flow. “My turn.” I took my time soaping and washing cunt’s body. My hands roamed every inch, wanting to memorize every inch of his beautiful body. When I reached his cunt lips, I pulled us both down to the shower floor and spread his cheeks. I began to lovingly soap his low hanging sac. I then made my way to where his crotch met his inner thighs before reaching my favorite part of him... his cunt lips. “Goddamn, cunt...” I growled, “I fucking can’t get over how beautiful they are.” He laughed and just raised his hips, allowing me full access. I continued massaging them until they were clear of any soap. “There.... all clean.” I chuckled. “Yeah? All clean?” he laughed before releasing his rosebud against my wet fingers. “Aww man,” I grunted, leaning down and slipping my tongue into the warm folds of his cunt. After a few minutes feasting on cunt, I slapped his ass and pulled us up. I turned off the water and cunt grabbed a towel and dried us both off. “Ok you fucking subs,” boy uttered, interrupting the moment. He walked into the dungeon, fully kitted out in his rubber gear and I immediately straightened up with my eyes downcast, after being reminded of my own place. We quickly geared up in our respective jock, harness and collar. Walking up to me, boy looked up into my eyes. “Fucking whore... You may be taller than me but I am your beta.” Nodding, I sank to my knees and placed my lips against the rubbered pouch containing the pumped-up cock. “That’s it, fucking cock craving whore.” he smirked, pulling down his jockstrap and releasing his massive cock. I immediately went for it and took it in, feeling my jaw ache. My hands gripped his pale muscled thighs and worked their way up. Suddenly, I realized something was missing and my hands began to search... his sac was missing! I immediately released the cock and looked. With a sigh of relief, I saw the stretched-out skin of his sac laying against his own bloated cunt lips. His weighted sac was nestled in his cunt... “Yeah... fucker... My cunt sometimes craves to be full and heavy.” boy smiled, pushing the weighted sac out of his cunt with a loud plop. “You see... my sac hangs even lower than cunt’s. Daddy inflated his... and mine...well,” he laughed, swinging his hips and it began to swing back and forth. Groaning, I began to tongue the wet sac, tasting boy’s cunt then took his warm balls into my mouthcunt. “Good whore...” he moaned, gripping my chin. I began to relax my throat at the sight of boy’s thickening cock above me but then I felt his hands on my shoulders. “Turn around, whore.” boy commanded me, pushing me onto my hands and knees. I could feel boy’s hard cock rubbing against my freshly cleaned cunt. He remained there for a moment until I felt the stinging slap of his hand on my ass cheek. “Argh!” I cried out, not from the pain but the unexpected slap. And with another slap, boy shoved his cock to the hilt. “Fucking where it belongs, whore...” he grunted in pleasure as he let loose with a burst of slaps while fucking me. His cock now seeming even bigger than it was the last time he fucked me, I spread my arms out and splayed my fingers to steady myself. “Oh, God... Please... Drain your fucking cock into me.... do it!” I pleaded. “God damn, fucking hot cunt...” boy sighed, feeling the heat radiating from the walls of my cunt envelop his shaft. Taking over and shoving myself onto boy’s swollen cock, I forced my hungry cunt down boy’s throbbing cock until I felt my tender cunt lips against boy’s shaved crotch. “Jesus...” he moaned... “Make my cock feel good.” And that’s what I did.... I began to fuck myself while he remained still and relished in the sensations of my cunt lips sliding along his solid cock. Our grunts and groans increased in an ever-quickening pace as cunt saw the puddle of cunt juices collect on the dungeon floor. Moving close, cunt began to lick his lips knowing that he would soon be lapping up the remnants of my fucked cunt. A devilish grin came over cunt’s face and he grabbed my swollen tits and squeezed... hard. “FUCK YEAH!” I cried out, feeling his fingernails digging into my tits. “WHORE!” boy gasped in pleasure, feeling my cunt contract around his throbbing cock. Settling in to frenzied rhythm, I frantically fucked myself while wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body. Focusing on boy’s pleasure, I rammed myself against boy’s crotch as fast and hard as I could... “Take it deep, whore...” cunt snarled, determined to get boy off and dug even deeper into my tits. “Shiiiiiit!” I groaned deeply and clamped down causing boy to shudder and explode, flooding my cunt. Collapsing on my sweaty back, boy gasped for air as I continued milk the last drops of his cum into me. “MMMMM.” boy sighed, pushing himself off me and moving to face me. The moment boy stood, cunt rushed underneath me and began lapping up puddle of slime underneath me. The dungeon floor now cleaned of the remnants of the fuck, he moved to my cunt... his tongue darting in and around my cunt lips. Chuckling at the sight of cunt’s depravity, he held his softening cock. Immediately, I opened my mouth to accept his piss and began swallowing as fast I could. His bladder continued to empty itself as I gulped to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. I knew what was expected and, in fact, had begun to crave the taste of piss. As the flow stopped, I leaned forward to take the last drops onto my tongue and cleaned off my own cunt juices from his shaft, filling my mouthcunt with the taste of cum, piss and cunt juices. I looked up into boy’s beautiful green eyes looking down at me and belched before sticking the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. “Goddamn pig!” boy laughed, pulling out and slapping me with his now flaccid cock while inhaling the acrid scent of chem piss and my digestive juices. Quickly grabbing me by the collar, boy then led me to the sling and I hopped on in a split second, I was secured, my legs open to reveal my cunt. Between my legs he stood, fondling my already reddened and swollen cunt lips. “Goddamn hot, mate,” boy murmured. “You’re gonna love what comes next.” And that’s when I saw what he meant... cunt was handing him a clear acrylic rosebud pumper. “Fuck!” I groaned, lifting my hips. “Yeh?” boy, grunted. “Do it!” I moaned, my eyes locking on cunt’s and feeling the center rod slide sliding past my cunt lips until the cylinder edge sat against my flesh. And with that, I had completely surrendered to Daddy’s will and the work on my cunt lips began. “This whore is gonna feel every single pump.” boy snarled, “One a minute, cunt.” My head fell back in a faint moan as the seal was fixed with the first pump.... the pressure on my cunt lips had started. At first, I couldn’t feel much but by the third pump, I felt them pulling away from me and slowly sliding up the inside of the cylinder chamber. The slow pulsing of the pumping action continued while boy and cunt watched from the bed. I was going mad as I felt my cunt being pulled out of me. “Please!” I begged, the pleasure of the pumping of my cunt lips now beginning to move into pain after about 20 minutes. I felt as if my cunt lips would be ripped from my body. “Shut it off cunt.” boy commanded. I let out a gutteral moan of relief... The tube to the cylinder now released, I took a breath and felt the pressure surrounding my cunt. “Shit yes!” I moaned, staring intently at cunt who was nodding. “Time to slam.” boy chuckled at cunt, motioning him to prepare some rigs. Instantly, my body began to rise and buck. I was confused... was it a reaction to the mention of a slam? I wanted the slam.... No.... I needed it! “Yep...” boy nodded. Knowing that cunt always prepared his dose first, boy watched cunt mix and fill the rig quickly. Yeah... boy thought... “Same dose.” he ordered as cunt looked at up boy with a questioning look. “You heard me... His orders.” Nodding, cunt prepared my dose and then finished up with boy’s. With my eyes still on cunt, I watched him slowly slip the rig into my vein and release the dose into my body. “Goddamn...” I stuttered, coughing violently while boy bent over the site and licked the trace of blood from my arm. Losing my focus as a high-pitched ringing filled my ears, cunt then slammed boy. “You dirty mutherfucker!” boy yelled, realizing the strength of his slam. “His orders,” cunt laughed, slamming himself as he watched boy’s pupils dilate and blacken. The chems now surging through us, boy grabbed cunt and slammed him to the ground. “Present cunt...” boy demanded. Spreading his legs, boy spread the chemmed lube around the bloated cunt lips and roughly inserted two greasy fingers into cunt. “Awwww, fuck!” cunt groaned, catching his breath as boy yanked his fingers out and violently shoved his now swollen cock into cunt’s cum receptacle. “Take it mutherfucker!” boy laughed as he completely pulled out and then pounded back through the slick cunt lips. The assault continued... his muscled body relentlessly tearing into a moaning and grunting cunt while filling the dungeon with a string of expletives. “Fucking love it don’t you?” boy grunted as he reached under and grabbed the melon-sized sac jutting out from cunt’s groin. Now gripping the sac, the brutal fucking continued as I watched cunt just take it... he was nothing more than a cunt, destined to service cock. Watching cunt’s muscled body squirm underneath boy, I smiled and realized that I was jealous of cunt. All he cared about was being spun out and servicing cock. “Please...” I pleaded. My body was now covered in chemmed up sweat as the attached cylinder pulled against my cunt lips with every rise and fall of my hips. “What’s that whore?” boy snorted turning to me while tightly gripping the stretched-out skin leading down to cunt’s sac. “FUCK!” cunt head swung back in pain as boy pulled harder, making him buck against boy’s crotch. Their bodies were dripping sweat... boy picked up the pace of his fucking even more until I saw his jaw tighten... “FUCKING FAGGOT CUNT!” boy roared, exploding inside cunt’s battered hole. Grabbing cunt by his harness, boy raised cunt up against his pecs and lowered his head to cunt’s pits. “Fucking chem sweat.” boy said, licking up the dripping trail of sweat. Then turning to me, boy pushed cunt off his cock, stood and walked over to me as he firmly held his still semi-hard cock in his hand. “Yeh... Daddy’s gonna transform you into the perfect whore.” he snarled with a malevolent look on his face. Before I knew it, his hand was on my throat... his fingers gripping me tightly. He grabbed my head, pushing it back and shoved the slime-covered cock into my mouthcunt... and began to face-fuck me. I struggled to breathe... there was no rhythm to his thrusts. “I got another fucking load, mate!” boy laughed, and continued ramming. I was restrained so there was nothing I could do but work to get him off so he would stop. I willed my throat to expand to allow me time to gather a breath through my nose. I began to tighten my lips around boy’s thick shaft, hoping that would do the trick. My body began to stiffen as the pummeling continued. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more and my eyes began to flutter as my vision began to blur. Then, as my eyes began to roll up, I saw a pair of hands grab onto boy’s shoulders and boy flew across the room onto the dungeon floor. Finally able to breathe, I began to gasp and take in large amounts of air as I felt my arms being released. A pair of strong arms held me up and I heard a deep voice... it was Daddy. “Slowly, whore.” Daddy said, massaging my chest. Gathering my breath, I relaxed into his arms and he placed me down against the sling. He then angrily turned to boy still on the floor. “On the cross, NOW!” he roared. Struggling to get up, boy stumble to the St Andrews cross and stood gripping the top of the planks. “TURN AROUND!” With a start, boy turned and faced the planks, his back facing the room. “SECURE THAT PIECE OF SHIT!” Daddy yelled at cunt as he grabbed a flogger from the rack. Scrambling to obey, cunt quickly restrained boy’s ankles and rose to secure his wrists. As cunt stepped back, I saw him whisper something in boy’s ear but it wasn’t clear. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT GODDAMN SPUN OUT SKIN!” Daddy angrily walked up to boy and lifted the flogger, swinging it to gather speed. With a crack, the tails hit boy’s muscular back. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” boy howled at the top of his lungs and recoiled against the sharp pain inflicted by Daddy. In utter terror, boy hung to the cross and waited for another as the lashes on his skin began to redden and weep. I saw Daddy again swing the flogger... the tails whipped in the air and I held my breath, waiting for next strike. Faster and faster the tails flew... but at the last minute, Daddy threw the flogger across the room, hitting the mirrored wall and landing on the floor. He took a deep breath and walked up to boy, sliding his fingers against the now bleeding wounds. “I trust that I won’t have to repeat this again.” Daddy said, pressing his finger into boy’s back, causing boy to grunt in pain. “NOOO! SIR!” boy quickly responded. “Good boy.” Daddy grunted, placing his finger against boy’s lips. His lips now sucking on Daddy’s bloody fingertip, boy began to writhe and arch... he was offering his cunt. “Huh...” Daddy snarled seeing boy’s reaction... even in pain, boy’s cunt needed attention... and he walked away. “Get him out of here.” I remained transfixed as cunt released the whimpering boy and they walked slowly out of the dungeon. “How you feeling whore?” Daddy asked me, standing between my outstretched legs. “Fine, Sir.” “It seems that boy can’t handle the same amount as you or cunt.” he said, now looking directly at my stretched-out cunt lips encased in the clear cylinder. “No matter. I have you.” he murmured, now playfully pulling on the cylinder. “Yes!” I groaned, the sensation on my cunt lips building. Working deftly, Daddy slipped his fingers against the seal and with a loud release of air, he liberated my erupted cunt lips. “Excellent...” he grinned as he lowered his face. “OH GOD!” I yelped, feeling the combination of his rough beard and slick tongue assault my cunt lips. My cunt contracted and then opened in hunger. My muscular legs pulled against the chains holding the sling... my hips rose to meet Daddy as he continued to feed. He needed no encouragement and continued probing and teasing my bloated cunt lips. I continued moaning, feeling the burn of his beard alternating from my taint to my edges of my cunt lips. “Fuck yes!” I sobbed, pushing myself onto Daddy’s face as the waves of pleasure flowed over my body. “So fucking good,” Daddy purred into my cunt before standing. He stood before me, his ringed cock standing hard and rigid. Taking a step forward, Daddy placed his hands across my flanks. The hunger in my cunt increased and I hissed as I felt the thick shaft push past my swollen cunt lips. “Yessss...” I bit my lip as more of Daddy’s cock entered me... His hips flexing forward, the warmth in my cunt spread through the nerve endings in waves of pleasure and his thighs began to meet my inner thighs, releasing a wet, rhythmic slap. Knowing how tender my cunt lips were, his powerful thrusts increased as I began to groan in pleasure with every slam of his groin against the tender flesh. “Deeper!” I begged... The volley of thrusts continued... Then I felt Daddy’s cock swell... I looked up to see his teeth clenched, eyes screwed tightly and a gush of cum filled me. Several minutes passed while Daddy remained in me. “Not done yet...” he chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Piss!” I groaned, feeling the stream fill my cunt. My cunt began to expand, filling with Daddy’s piss. Laughing, Daddy placed his hands on my abs as they rose from product of his bladder. Slapping my abs, “Hold it...” he chuckled and pulled his cock out of me. He reached for a large silicon plug and slid it past my cunt lips to seal his piss inside me. Without another word, he released my ankles and stood me up. “Can you walk on your own?” he finally asked. “Yes, Daddy.” Nodding, he turned and walked towards the dungeon door. “OK, whore... you got a job to do for the next few weeks.” I didn’t understand but I knew not to ask and I followed him out into the house. Although the rest of the house was nondescript, there were subtle signs of what occurred within its walls. We walked past the living room full of leather furniture. Baskets of toys sat next to them on the floor, readily accessible to anyone who wanted to use them. Continuing on, we reached one of the guest rooms. “This is where you’ll stay... I’ve arranged a set of weights for you so you can continue working out. You’ll be starting a new cycle of steroids tomorrow.” Daddy opened the door and walked in. Following, I entered and saw the set of weights directly in front of me. Turning to examine the room, I saw what I was meant to do here. On the other side of the room was a large hospital bed with puppy asleep under a white sheet. I neared the bed and noticed the bulge at his groin. I pulled back the sheet and saw the catheter tube running from his bandaged crotch. “Shit yes...” I growled, knowing that I was going to watching over puppy... hell, I had my own supply of piss to boot. I felt Daddy step up behind me, place his hands on my shoulders and I knelt. “You’ll be taking his first knot.” Daddy whispered in my ear and my plugged cunt began to throb.

Luv the taste of ass juice, and anything else in there, on a cock, from my ass, or any ass!!

Twisted, a ture whore!

I swallow my own sperm very often, especially if I haven't swallowed someone else's for a long time. Most partners ejaculate in my ass, and only those who ejaculate again, or when one fucks me and the other I suck his dick, then they ejaculate in my mouth.

I was very young when I lost anal virginity from a much older man. I have to admit that I seduced him and didn’t blame him at all for what he did, because I deserved it. It hurt a lot when he came in, and he did it very carefully and just to head his dick. When the ass released the juice it became quite comfortable. When he started filling my ass with copious jets of cum, it became very comfortable and I know I wanted more then. Unfortunately, he separated from me, his dick just slipped out of my asshole, he wiped himself with a handkerchief, pulled on his shorts and left. I stayed lying naked on a towel on the part of the beach where I used to come to swim naked because I never liked swimming trunks. Soon another man appeared, older than the first, perhaps about 60 years old. He was naked, his dick was very stiff. I think he saw the first one fuck me. He knelt down simply, lifted my legs up and lifted his butt off the ground and pushed his dick into me without any introduction. He slid easily into his cum-lubricated buttocks, but went much deeper and more carelessly, which again caused not too much pain. Unfortunately, his fucking didn’t last long and he ejaculated into my ass before I became quite comfortable with his deep penetration. Luckily, he didn't just leave, he stayed with me kissing and caressing me, until his dick got hard again. Then he fucked me one more time, this time longer and in the end he made me very happy. We met often for the next few years and had constant sexual relations.

Just finished the second chapter, and I love it already. Very easy to get lost in this story. Well done.

Preach! YES!

where do i sign up 🙂

PART SEVEN I came to a couple of hours later with a throbbing pain in my arse once again. It was starting to worry me how much the poppers were affecting me and making me do, as I looked down at my now hairless arms & legs. I pulled the plug out with a pop and went to the bathroom to clean it up, as well as the shower which was now filled with body hair. I made my mind up that I would only do what Tyler asked me to do and steer clear of the poppers as it was bringing out a Mr Hyde side of my personality that I really didn't want out in the open. With a clear mind, I couldn't help but marvel at how I must've been able to fit the plug inside me while I cleaned it up, I dried it up & put it with the poppers in a plastic bag in my closet for when I'd return to Carson to get my next dose of PREP. I had enough to see me through the next couple of weeks seeing it appeared that I had to take it every day. I certainly didn't want to catch anything and I fully intended for the guys to wear condoms if they were going to have sex with me but I thought it best to be on the safe side. Feeling a bit dazed and kinda hungover from the beating my brain had been getting over the past day or so, I thought I'd take it easy & spend the rest of the day cleaning the apartment. There was still a bag of my ex's stuff that she'd used when she came over which I threw into my closet as well. We were gonna organise for her to come round at some stage to pick it up, but I thought it best to put it all in the closet for when she did. Out of sight, out of mind for both of them really. It was mid-afternoon when I heard a buzz of my doorbell. Looking at the fuzzy camera it didn't look like anyone I recognised when the voice came through, "Barry sent me, he came this morning." Barry must've been Mr Hi-Viz? Oh god, what was this guy gonna do to me? Footsteps came slowly to the door and I heard a gentle knock and I opened the door. It would've been a guy roughly Barry's age but in a lot better shape, not that he was fit or anything but he'd obviously been a labourer for a long time and was still reasonably fit. What was also pretty obvious was that he'd had a few drinks and that he was pretty nervous as he came in. "Um...hi....I work with Barry and we've been down the pub down the road. He was ...um....telling me about a great blowjob he had this morning and said that if I said his name...you'd look after me too. I've got money!" God, this was the weirdest situation....he was more nervous than I was! I could tell the state he was in and his nervousness that it wasn't likely to be something regular so I thought why not. "I'm no poof or anything....it's just that it's been a while since my wife died and Barry said you were really good...." "Well, I'm glad to know I come highly recommended!" I replied, trying to relax him, completely ignoring that he thought that I was gay. "You sure do.....where did you want me?" he asked, looking around nervously. It was so cute how unsure of himself he was! "Wherever will make you feel more relaxed" I replied. I was sounding like an old pro, despite the fact this was only the second guy that'd paid me for anything! He sat down on the couch, fumbling with his belt & got his pants and briefs down. "Got much planned for tonight?" "Sorry mate, I'd just rather not know a guy's sucking my cock if that's OK? If you could just keep quiet & suck me off I'd really appreciate it" and he sat back on the couch with his eyes closed, not subtly letting me know that he wouldn't be watching me. I probably should've been offended that he didn't want to see me but it didn't worry me too much, in my mind this meant there was far less pressure. I smiled to myself when he started moaning as soon I started to run my fingers delicately over his cock. This was gonna be easy, and fun! The head of his hardening cock was glistening so I ran my tongue round it, to get the pre-cum. Only thing was, it wasn't pre-cum and must've actually been piss as I'd never tasted it before. I guess because of the beers he'd drunk it didn't taste too bad and I let myself continue with the job at hand, and in mouth. While I sucked his cock like I thought a woman would, it started to dawn on me that different guys liked their dicks worked differently, which made sense of course, I'd just never thought of it that way. Barry this morning pretty much face fucked me, whereas this guy liked it more when I gave long, deliberate licks up & down his shaft as I jerked him. I had to admit that it was a turn-on thinking that there were so many different ways I might be sucking cock in the future. "Oh god baby...please don't stop" he moaned, and gently put his hand on the top of my head. My hair's pretty thin so I don't think it broke him out of the illusion that he was being blown by a woman and I didn't want to break him out of that so kept using light touches and higher moans if I did make a sound. He started getting super hard now and so I could tell with my wealth (ha!) of experience that he was close to cumming. "Oh yes honey...that's it...that's it...that's OHHHHHHHHH" and before I could pull back to ask where he wanted to put his load, it started to fill my mouth. I could tell that it must've been a while because I could feel big thick spurts of it, running down my throat. He still gently held my head in place so I wasn't sure whether he wanted me to swallow or not. I thought I'd give him a treat & I did, it was also kind of a treat for me too. He came down from the high and opened his eyes, looking round the room. "Shit, that was a lot, sorry. Where did you spit it out?" "Haha, I didn't actually" I replied, and pointed to my open mouth. "All down the hatch!" "Oh yeah, I forgot you poofs love cum" (that word again!) "Um...let me get my wallet" and he rifled around in his pants. As he opened his wallet, I could tell that he only had $50 and $5 notes. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean this...Barry said he either pays $10 or $20 when he gets...." "$5's fine" I interrupted, "You can pay me more next time you come round." "Um, yeah....we'll see...um thanks" and he put the $5 on the table next to the door as he hurried out. As I put the $5 into my wallet, I was wondering what I should've been shocked more by: that I sucked some random old guy off & swallowed his cum for $5, or that I sucked some random old guy off & swallowed his cum for $5 and I didn't mind at all! END OF PART SEVEN

First, I check to see if the innards are particularly dry, which can indicate there's still more water up past the second ring. I prefer to mouth-lube a Hole that hasn't already taken loads off previous Cocks. That said, it's far hotter to mouth-lube a Hole already full of loads, or at least one or two. Pre-lubed Holes (with commercial stuff) never tastes as good as Sperm-loaded Holes. I'd rather eat a plain, clean Hole and lube it up with spit myself.

Always one of my all time favs!!!

I think a lot of this has to do with subconscious power play in the top/bottom dynamic. Tops are supposed to be the dominant partner, and in general it’s easier to dominate guys who are younger, less experienced than yourself. So lazy or not very confident tops will naturally gravitate towards younger bottoms rather than taking on the challenge of dominating an older bottom. The ones who specify ‘no over 30’ or whatever generally fall into this category, and should be avoided at all costs. The flip side of this is that there are many confident tops in their 20’s or early 30’s who positively enjoy the challenge of dominating an older daddy, and that’s the reason why older bottoms will often attract more tops from this younger age group than from their own. I think the trick to attracting this better class of top is to be confident in your own manner: don’t overplay the sub thing, let them think they are breaking you down with their irresistible charm and cunning. A simpering 40- or 50 year old bottom is a bad look: no-one wants to fuck that, where’s the challenge? Be cocky, be forward, be confident. Of course, there will always be those who really do have a visceral aversion to older guys. You can spot them quite easily: they’re the ones who in sex clubs and saunas will go to bizarre lengths not to even see you. There’s nothing you can do about that, but the good news is that they are quite a small minority, maybe 10-20 percent?

Essex bottom here interested...

Finally got a load last night. It has been a while with the covid thing going on. I made a connection on BBRT, He was fairly close so we connected at my condo. He was middle aged gentleman round 5'10" 185. I let him in and introduced myself. I think he was just a little taken aback since I was nude. but I am always nude at home. I started to chat with him and offered him a drink. However he stated he stated he didn't want a "friend" he just wanted to use me and go. That was fine with me since I haven't had a cock in months. He started to undress and asked where the bedroom? He followed me there. I had already set out lube. by then he too was naked and I was very happy to see he had a nice large cock. Not huge but bigger than any I have had before, Maybe 8" or 9" and very thick. Oh I should mention his profile said he was POZ but undetectable. Anyway he had me lay on my back as he said he liked to see the bottoms face as he fucked them, especially when he started cumming in them. He put some lube on me and his cock and lined it up. It has been a while since I have been laid so I was very tight and he couldn't just plow right in. He added more lube but was still not able to plunge in me. Finally I was getting frustrated as well and "fuck it, just shove it in". bad idea for me, it really hurt but after a couple of thrusts he was buried in my ass. He posed for a second to let me relax, then started pumping. OMG it felt great. So far the largest I have ever taken. After a minute or two he reached down and started giving me a hand job to my already very erect cock. With his large cock pumping in me and my excited state I quickly came on my stomach and chest. However he kept stroking my cock to the point of almost pain it was so sensitive after cumming. In my position there was no way to stop him. Finally he began thrusting faster and with one finally shove a deep as he could he began to cum in me. It was a pretty heavy load as I could feel it inside me. When he was finished and he pulled out I was so satisfied finally after all these last months, I had finally gotten a load. It felt awesome, I was totally relaxed. But then as I was laying there, he lifted me under the arms and pulled me around on my bed till my head was hanging over the edge. He lined his partially erect cock to my mouth a said suck it till I cum again. Oh wow, I haven't sucked a cock coming straight from an ass since my first gay experience many many years ago. As I started to open my mouth to say wait a minute he pushed right in my mouth. OMG I hadn't had a cock this big around and it really stretched my mouth and finally my throat as he pushed it in. Thankfully I had cleaned out earlier so there wasn't my shit on it (i don't think so anyway because it happened so fast I never got a look. I didn't taste anything funky. Once I got use to the size I began to enjoy the sucking. However, since he had just cum it took quite a while for him to cum again. Surprisingly he still had lots of cum to get out. I loved tasting and feeling it in my mouth before swallowing the cum. As I was laying there feeling used but happy, he said thanks, dressed, and said maybe another time then out the my door. I am glad i took the time to tell about this. It was a longer wright than I expected. But I was needing to share this. Couple of things I hope to have more contacts asap, and I know he posted undetectable on his profile but you never know for sure.

I have a similar problem, I just can't wear a rubber, they always seem to break. Every single one, every time. I'm dumfounded as to why?

Chargedupmedia aka C.U,M. a studio run by porn star Tim Tyler is a poz studio.

You know what Jeffrey Dahmer did after he dumped his BF? Wiped.

FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .

5. Getting Home "Quarter gram of crystal. Dissolved in piss." Tiago had knelt down and whispered it. Fabien doubted that James had even heard it. He placed the used pipette in a nearby trash bag, then took the handle of the speculum from Fabien. "It'll take a few minutes to soak in," he continued. "Who's piss?" Fabien asked. He wasn't even trying to hide how he was stroking his cock. "A random stranger. I have no idea." "That's nasty." "Yeah. Now. You wanna take him home?" Tiago released the catch, and the blades of the speculum slid back into place as it closed up. James moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," James grunted, as his ass closed up around the booty bump. "It's so warm," he said. "The cum." Tiago wondered what James thought the booty bump was. But he would find out soon enough. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "He can definitely suck dick." "He's great to fuck as well." Tiago smiled. "Especially once he's opened up." He slowly pulled the speculum out of James's anus. Not a single drop of the tina-laced piss dripped out. Fabien watched James's hole close up, even after all the abuse it had undergone. He wanted to feel it around his cock so badly. He wanted to feel James squirming under him, knowing that his thick black cock was the cause of James's discomfort. "You? You've fucked him?" "Over the weekend," Tiago said. He stood up, put the speculum aside, and handed the swabs to Fabien. "That's it," he said, resting his free hand on James's thigh. "Take those. Fill out a kit 86 for them." "86?" Fabien asked, raising an eyebrow, but smiling as well. "Yeah," Tiago said. Fabien took the swabs, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tiago turned to James, still standing between his legs. His hand moved up, along James's thigh, until he was able to run his finger around James's asshole. "Mmmmm," James moaned. It was quiet, and he was calm for a change. Without Fabien there, he felt better. There was something almost predatory about the black man, and it made James nervous. "I'm sorry," James said. "I didn't mean to cry." "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." He undid the straps, and lifted a still-naked James upright, wrapping one arm around him. He kept massaging James's asshole with his other hand. "I'm scared," James said. "It's OK to be scared," Tiago said. "It's a natural reaction. But don't let fear dominate your life." He pulled James closer to him. It was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the boy. The G had definitely kicked in. "It's good to talk about it. To share it with people who care about you. To remember it. All of that helps. It helps make it easier." James had pulled himself closer to Tiago, but had also spread his legs as he did so. James wanted to feel closer to Tiago. Let him make the decisions for him. He was crying again. "Scared," he finally managed to say. "It's fine," Tiago said. "You going to be able to be with someone tonight? Someone you can trust?" James shook his head. He was still new in town. "Maybe Tim?" Tiago felt James's asshole pucker when he mentioned the man. "Or maybe Fabien?" James's heart started to race a bit. "You can trust Fabien, can't you?" James bobbed his head. It wasn't a nod yes, but nor was it a shake no. "Fabien," he said. "I'm just scared." Tiago could feel his shirt getting wet from James's crying. He wanted to fuck the boy, and see how much he cried then. But that would have to wait for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. "This is good," Tiago said. He gently pressed the tip of his finger into James's hole. The boy moaned in pleasure. The G was now in full effect, and the crystal was just starting to kick in. "Fabien is your friend, right? He's going to help you do what's best for you." "Fabien," James moaned. "Big cock," he finally said. "You don't have to take it," Tiago said. "But sex. With someone you trust. Like Fabien. That would help. Help you feel good. Feel natural. Right?" "Feel good again," James said. The crystal was definitely taking effect. His head was spinning again, and it was hard for the young man to put together words. "It's going to be ok." "I just want you to talk, remember, and share. It's what you need. It's what is going to make you feel better." As Tiago spoke, the door opened. The two men made no effort to push apart. "Take care of it?" Tiago asked Fabien. "Yeah. It's in the biobin in the lab. That's the right place, yeah?" "For sure," Tiago said. "You have plans after work tonight?" he asked Fabien. "No. Nothing." "James could use a friend tonight. He's new here. You could hang out with him." Fabien smiled. He could still remember exactly how James's throat had felt around his dick. He remembered the stories James had told. How consent was malleable and changeable, and how sometimes it just did not matter. "Yeah. I'd be happy too." "That's good, right, James?" Tiago asked. There was only one right answer. "Yeah. Get an Uber to get home." "I can order one for you," Tiago said. "But first, we've got to get you dressed." Tiago pulled himself apart from James, and took James's clothes. He carefully went through the pockets, removing his phone, wallet, keys, and some change. "We've got to keep your clothes. It's evidence." James started to protest, but Tiago continued speaking. "I've got some clothes you can wear. I'll be back." He took the bag, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was just James and Fabien. "That was intense. That story you told," Fabien said. "I want to hear more about it." "It was hard," James said. "And I hate thinking about it. It's scary." "I bet," Fabien said. James tried not to stare at the black man's crotch. He knew how big Fabien's dick was. He remembered choking on it. With each memory, the relentless helplessness came back to him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "I'm scared," he finally said. "What are you scared of?" Fabien asked. "I don't know. I just want to be home. Safe." "We'll get you home soon enough," Fabien said. "I'll be there with you." The door opened, and Tiago came back in. He was carrying some clothes, and a small bag. He handed the clothes to James. "They should fit you," Tiago said. "You're about the same size as my receptionist." James realized that the dark blue underwear was actually a jock strap; he put it on, conscious of how the straps accentuated his ass. Tiago handed the small black bag to Fabien. "This should have everything you'll need." Fabien opened it; there was a pipe and a torch, along with a bottle of G and a measure. There was also a bottle of poppers, and some lube. "Looks like fun," Fabien said. He watched as James fumbled with the thin running shorts; even when he finally had them on, the jockstrap was clearly visible under the sheer fabric. James put on the shirt. Written across the front of the white t-shirt was "Swan and Ox Rape Oil." There was a drawing of a naked woman and a swan; the wings of the swan made the drawing just barely suitable. The back read "Lubricating the Unwilling Since 1988." James put it on; it was a little too small and he felt it stretch and pull around his body in rhythm with his breathing. "It's what I could find," Tiago said by way of explanation. "It's just to get you home." At least Tiago let James keep his socks and shoes. As he put them on, Tiago continued. "What's your address?" he asked. "I'll order you an Uber." "3804 Hyperion," James said. Tiago tapped on his phone. "Two minutes," he finally said. "Driver's name is Omar." "Ready?" Fabien asked. "We'll be at your home soon." "Yeah," James said. Fabien motioned for him to follow. Tiago followed the two. "Wait," Tiago said, as the three of them were in the hall. He disappeared into another room, and emerged with two juice boxes. Both had "1.5" written on them in black marker. "Be sure to get enough to drink," he said to James as he handed one to him. He took the juice box. He knew he should say something, but it was getting more complex to speak. Finally, he managed to say something. "Thanks," and immediately felt dumb for something so simple. Tiago gave James one last hug, and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry. It's going to be hard," he said. "But I know you can do it." He handed the other juice box to Fabien. "Do what you think needs to be done," Tiago told Fabien. He leaned in. "Don't be afraid to push him. And use what I gave you." The waiting room was empty when Fabien and James left; James was glad not to encounter the man that had heard so much about his life. It wasn't until they got to the elevator that Fabien spoke. "That was so intense," he said. "Hearing you talk about what happened. When we get home. You're gonna have to tell me more." "I guess," James said. He raised his head, and looked at Fabien carefully. The black man had buzzed hair, a thin, yet muscular body. James could see the outline of Fabien's thick cock. "It was hard," he said. He could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "I don't know." "It's all good," Fabien said. "We'll get home first," he said. "It's just a short ride away." He opened the door; both men blinked rapidly in the bright sunlight. Luckily, the car was waiting right there for them. They got in the car, and the driver pulled away. In the car, Fabien took his juice box, and opened it. "You too," he told James. "Not that thirsty," he said. "You need the liquid," Fabien said. "That was what the doctor told you." "Ok," he said. It was strangely hard to open the juice box. James fumbled with the straw, and then there was a piece of tape over the foil opening. James realized it was there to keep it closed when a bit of juice splashed out. "Cheers," Fabien said. "To sharing." "Sharing," James said. The juice was good. It was cold, and James didn't even mind the weird chemical taste. He drank it all in the few minutes it took to get home.

2. Opening Up "In here," Tiago said, opening a door to a white, brightly lit room. In the middle was an examination table, complete with a set of metal stirrups at the base. James walked in, blinking in the bright light, and Fabien brought up the rear. "Can you get the kit from the closet?" Tiago asked Fabien. Fabien nodded, and walked back out. Tiago turned his attention back to James. "We'll need to do a full physical examination," he said. "Can you strip down for me?" James was still a bit dazed, and took off his shoes and sock, then his shirt and pants. He stood there in his underwear. Tiago looked him over. It was hard to miss the bruised on his face, body, and arms. Nor how his eyes were hollow and empty. Tiago felt his dick twitch, but it was too early to think about that. The boy had been through a lot, but his journey had barely begun. "All the way," Tiago said. "Everything?" James asked. He needed the little bit of protection his underwear offered. He didn't want to be completely naked, especially when Fabien came back. "Everything," Tiago said. "What do you think of Fabien?" "Uh..." James started. He pushed the underwear down and stepped out of them. His dick was soft and limp; the last thing on his mind was sex. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to be touched again. "I saw you checking him out," Tiago said. From his pocket, he pulled out a phone and another device. He fumbled with the two for a moment, then placed the tripod on the desk, arranging it so the phone pointed directly at James. He tapped the screen. "I have to record this. Now. What happened last night?" "This guy. Conrad. He lives in my building. He invited me over, and I went." "Were you high?" "Yeah. And he gave me more." Tiago's dick was starting to grow. "Did you have sex?" "Yeah. He fucked me." "Did it hurt?" James opened his mouth, but as he started to speak, Fabien walked back in with a black canvas gym bag. "This?" he asked Tiago. "Yeah," Tiago responded. "Close the door," he said, and turned back to James. "Did it hurt?" he asked. "Him fucking you?" "Yeah," James said. He looked up from the floor just enough to see that both Fabien and Tiago were watching him. He felt like a mouse, and the two cats were just playing with him. "Did you ask him to stop?" Tiago asked. "Yeah," James said. He could hear Conrad's laugh. It was harsh and joyous, disturbing and amusing. Conrad had gotten off on James's suffering. "Did he?" "No." James was trembling, remembering how the man's cock had felt inside him. It had been white-hot, burning him. "He didn't." He started to cry, hating his weakness in front of the alpha males. "None of them did." "Them? How many were there?" Tiago saw Fabien rub his groin. "Three," James said. "I think." "Think?" Fabien said. "Could have been more?" "I don't know. I can't remember." He was shaking, cold, tired and sore. "It's going to be all right," Tiago said. "We just need to do a physical examination. Can you get up here?" He pointed at the examination table. "Now, lie back," he continued. "I'm going to put your feet in the stirrups." He didn't wait for James to say anything, but put first his right foot, then left in the leather loops. He tightened them slightly. "Please. No," James said, desperate. "I can't...," he started, but he choked and never finished the sentence. "It's ok," Tiago said calmly and gently. "It just holds your legs in place." Tiago didn't mention how the position left James's ass exposed and defenseless. "Relax," he told James. "We're just going check you out." James closed his eyes. He heard Tiago unzip the bag, and heard the clink of metal against metal. He shivered. It reminded him of the sound the metal carabiners had made as he struggled to escape Conrad's bedroom. He hated that when he thought about it, he couldn't remember any of the details, no matter how hard he tried. But yet, the slightest noise would remind him of one more unbearable moment from the night. "Just relax," Tiago said. His voice was now coming from right by James. "I'm going to adjust the head." He grabbed the pad James's head was resting on, and slid it into a pocket on the exam table. He used his free hand to cradle James's head, and Tiago gently lowered it, so it was hanging off the side of the exam table. James carefully breathed in and out, forcing himself to relax. He was aware of just how naked he was, and how exposed his hole was. Now his mouth felt equally vulnerable. He opened his eyes, and saw Tiago kneeling down, a flashlight in his hand. Standing next to him was Fabien. James could just barely make out the outline of Fabien's cockhead; the denim was lightly frayed, like he was often erect. James had a vision of a thick cock from the night before. He had been in the same position as he was now, his head hanging off the side of the bed. A man had forced his cock into James's mouth and down his throat. He remembered gagging, and the man only pushing deeper. He gasped, and shut his mouth. "Wait," Tiago started to say. "Please," James grunted, then closed his mouth and eyes. James was trembling a bit; he felt his cock try to climb inside him. "Please," Tiago said. "I need to examine you mouth." James tried to open his mouth; he would get it half way, before he remembered choking on a cock, and close it. "Can you open it?" James finally shook his head no. He knew it was too scary. "Let me try something," Tiago said. "Is that ok?" James nodded. "Open your mouth. Just a little." James opened, and Tiago slid a thin wire assembly. It was cold, and James shivered. "Give it a second," Tiago said. He ran his hand over James's exposed body. James focused on the touch, trying not to remember how Conrad had done the same thing as he had played with James's hole. "Better?" he asked. James nodded, and Tiago continued. "Here we go," he said, and pinched the levers to the side together slightly. In James's mouth, the wire assembly sprang open, forcing his mouth open. James lost it. "Fuck, please. Please, please," he said, struggling against the metal restraints. "I can't." As James begged, Tiago noticed that Fabien had stopped trying to hide his dick. The black man was now plainly stroking it, staring at James's futile struggle against the mouth spreader "Sorry," Tiago quickly said, and snapped the spreader back closed. "It's ok. We don't need to use this right now." Fabien stopped stroking as Tiago smoothly pulled the spreader out, and popped out the head support. "Relax," he said. "It's going to be ok. Breathe." He held James's hand, as the boy's breathing slowly returned to normal. "That's ok. I'm going to get something, ok?" James nodded. Tiago let go of the boy's hand, but kept touching the boy. He looked up long enough to see Fabien still watching the two. He was still young, and hadn't yet learned a good poker face. He was horny, and he couldn't hide it. He winked at Fabien, then turned back to James. "I'm gonna get you something," he said, "Something to help you calm down. It'll be just a second, ok?" James nodded. He was crying slightly, and his eyes were red. He hated being naked, his ass still exposed. But it wouldn't be that much longer. So much had happened, and he needed some time to process it. But, before he could say anything, Tiago returned. "Open your mouth," he said. "It's going to calm you down." He took James's hand, and repeated himself. "Calm you down." James opened his mouth slightly, and quickly, the doctor inserted a pipette into his mouth. He squeezed the plastic bulb, and a thick liquid hit the back of James's mouth. Before he realized what he was doing, he swallowed. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tiago said, as he handed the used pipette to Fabien. "It's ok?" James said, still trying to hold himself together. "It's hard," he said. "Hard to remember." "It's good to remember," Tiago said. "It helps." Fabien smelled his fingers from where he had held the pipette. "What was that?" he asked. "It's ok," Tiago said James, not yet acknowledging Fabien's question. "Right? It's ok?" "Yeah," James finally managed. "I think." "Good," Tiago said. He turned his attention to Fabien. "It's called GHB. It's good for anxiety and panic. It's sometimes used as a club drug too. But this is how it is supposed to used." "GHB?" James said, finally realizing what he had just swallowed. "No, man. I just can't. I remember taking it. With him." He left the antecedent blank. Even thinking about Conrad's name was hard. "Just breath," Tiago said. "This is ok. This is what it's supposed to be used for. Relax. This is ok." "I know. I need to do this." "Yeah. You can do this. I'm here. Fabien is here." Tiago held one of James's hands, and Fabien took the other. "Just breathe. Relax. It's going to be ok." Slowly, James's breathing slowed down, and he stopped shaking. "You doing better?" "Yeah," James finally said. He hated that they had seen that. He had wanted to be strong for Tiago and for Fabien. "I'm sorry." "It's ok. It's hard," Tiago said. "Let's just talk for now. Is there a part of it that you want to talk about?" "I don't know. It's all. I don't know. Hard." "I know. It can be very intense." He focused his eyes on James. "Did you suck dick like that? With your head back?" "Yeah," James said. He tried not to think about gagging on the unknown man's cock. "I did. I gagged." He remembered choking, needing to breathe and not being able to. He started to tremble again. "Relax," Tiago immediately said. "It's ok. It's in the past." James started to calm down again. "You got fucked as well, right?" "Yeah," James said a second time. It was getting easier for him to remember what had happened, like so many dots were starting to resolve into an image. "I did." There had been a few men. They had all used his holes. "You're strong," Tiago said to him. It made James feel good. "It's good, isn't it? To remember. To share?" "Yeah," James said. He was feeling warm and calm. It was the G kicking in. He didn't mind it. "It's easier now. Talking about it." "Isn't it. Did they all fuck you raw?" Tiago asked. "I know how much you like it bareback." "Yeah. They all did," James said. It was the third thing he had admitted to Tiago. He wasn't as scared any longer, and it was easy to talk to Tiago. James wanted to tell him all the hard things. "That's ok," Tiago said. "It was ok to take their loads." Tiago's dick was dripping in his trousers. He wanted to fuck the boy, but he needed to eased into it. "It felt good," James said. "Inside me." "It does feel good," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "We're going to have to do an anal swab on him." Fabien was holding one of James's hands. But his other hand was discreetly rubbing against his dickhead. "Turned on by this?" Tiago asked. "Yeah," Fabien said. "He's really hot. And the story. Wow." "That's good. You said you liked Fabien, didn't you?" Tiago said. He was staring right at James, and nodding his head. James's head was spinning. He had said how hot Fabien was. This was just fun in the office, though. It wouldn't go anywhere. "Yeah, he is hot." Tiago smiled. "Yeah. And his story is intense. Just remember it can be hard for the person talking about it." He turns back to James. "I know this is hard. But we need to continue, OK? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can move on to bigger things." Tiago nodded his head again. James imitated his movements, already spaced out on G. "Yeah," James said. "Get it over with. But I'm...." He started, but then trailed off. "Scared?" Tiago asked. "Yeah." "That's all right. We can get this done quickly, OK?" Tiago smiled and nodded. James mirrored him. "We can help you, is that good?" "Yeah. Just be here. With me." "Of course," Tiago smiled, and turned to Fabien. "Under the table by his waist and chest," he said. The black boy produced two restraining straps, matched by the ones the doctor was holding. "On three." Fabien smiled, and held the straps at the ready. "One. Two. Three." Before James knew what was happening, Tiago was tightening the strap around his chest, holding him in place. "It's all right," Tiago whispered into James's ear, as the boy struggled not to have a full-fledged panic attack. "Just relax. I hope this is going to go by quickly."

I save piss in freezer and then defrost it and use it to douche with for special occasions. Definitely can get it deep doing that

PART 5 Everything went into overdrive and I felt a surge of lust go through me like I had never experienced. And my was throbbing yes, but my hole was spasming and just felt so, so... hungry. Tom looked down at me, “You like poppers Chris?” “Fuck this is so... oh my god,” was all I could get out. “You should see the way your hole is just going crazy. It looks so sexy convulsing like that," he remarked with a smile. “Please lick it again. I want to feel it so bad. My butt, it’s just, holy shit, I never felt like this before,” I sputtered. My entire focus seemed to be on my hole. I knew my dick was hard, but I didn’t care. I just needed his attention on my hole again. “Chris, I can’t lick it now, I put that lube on and it doesn’t taste that good.” He edged closer to me and handed me the bottle again. I automatically did two deep breaths in each nostril. I was just flying now. And he came in and pointed his rock hard cock, with precum dripping from its head, and slowly began rubbing my exposed hole with his cockhead. And oh fuck it felt good. I ground my ass against his cock, bucking and teasing, but he just teased back. He was so good at it, driving me further and further over the edge. The thought that he didn’t have a condom on registered but he wasn’t fucking me, so I dismissed it immediately. Besides, it felt so fucking good. He seemed to sense when the poppers started to fade and urged me on again. “Three hits, Chris. Three hits in each nostril. Or else, no more hole-rubbing,” he whispered. I wasted no time hitting each nostril with three deep pulls from my new friend, this little brown bottle. He went back to work teasing my hole as I writhed and tried to stay still, when it felt so good that I just wanted more. He was so subtle that I barely felt him increasing the pressure against my hole. And his teasing got more pronounced,as he focused on the center of my hole. Slowly and surely, he increased the pressure and it was now impossible to deny the gentle burrowing of his cock. But it was okay. He wasn’t fucking me. My breath was coming out in sharp gasps by now and it all felt so good. When he said “Four times, Chris. Four big hits on each side. Do it. Do it my sexy little boy,” I immediately complied. And I was already so spun. And those last hits broke my final will. I didn’t even realize it had happened til after it had happened. It was like my body made the decision for me. About thirty seconds after those four hits on each side, with his firm pressure against my hole and his cock already burrowing into my opening, I literally heaved myself up and impaled myself onto his cock. The head popped through my ring and two inches of hard raw shaft followed. He held me firm. I didn’t take anymore cock in me, but he wasnt gonna let me back off either. I half screamed and half moaned. The burn of pain in my ass subsiding already. “There’s my little bottom boy. I knew you’d show yourself. Such a tight hole. A hungry tight hole,” he whispered. And he was now working more of his cock in, pushing me to take it but not trying to hurt me. “Hit the bottle again sexy. Hit those poppers and let that little hole relax,” he murmurred. I know I did hit the poppers over and over,but lost count of how much each time. And by now there was zero denying that he was fucking me. His cock was sliding in and out and he worked it deeper and deeper. Nothing had ever felt this good. Then I remembered he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Tom, what about, what about condoms?” I got out between gasps. “I don’t have any sexy. Besides it feels so good like this. Skin to skin,” was his reply. And it did feel so good. And he was going even deeper and fucking me more aggressively and the poppers... I lost it. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good. So good. Big fucking cock so good,” I babbled. And then he was whispering in my ear, “Your hole is so hungry I can feel it, like you are pulling me inside you. I’m almost balls deep. You know what’s gonna happen when I am buried all the way inside you? I’m gonna cum. Deep up in you. And you are gonna let me aren’t you?” I was grunting and gave no sign of discouragement, but that wasn’t enough. He continued, “ Say it. Say it’s okay for me to cum inside you. I’m not gonna let you have it if you don’t ask for it.” I didn’t even think about it. I was facing a primal need that immediately rendered my decision. “Cum in me, Tom, I want you. Give my your load inside my ass," I managed to get out as he was so close to bottoming out in me. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I'm so close so close to filling your hole up with cum. Take it. Take that big dick. Earn that cum load,” he whispered. With a last hit if poppers, I finally blossomed and he sank that last bit into my boy hole. It hurt in that good way that instantly made me want to feel again again. He was delivering short hard strokes with the result he was balls-deep in my ass. "Oh fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you. Gonna fucking cum. Fucking fill you up. Yeah yeah FUCK YEAH, take that fucking load. Take that fucking hot cum. Oh, fuck,” he groaned in a deep voice. “Oh god. Oh god,” was all I could get out. Over and over. In the back of my brain I realized my torso was dripping with cum - a load I had blown, but which I somehow hadn't realized when I was actually cumming. The feeling of my hole being fucked so deeply had overwhelmed my orgasm. My cock hadn’t mattered compared to the ecstasy of my asshole. “Please stay in me,” I whispered. He looked down at me and announced "You are the sexiest boy I have ever fucked. I swear your hole NEEDED dick. And cum. It needed that too didn’t it sexy boy?” A s I started to come down, the alarms went off in my head. Holy fuck, this guy came in me. And it felt like he came a lot too. I had no idea if he was safe or anything. I slowly backed off his cock, which fell out of my hole with a plop. I was losing that fuck high quickly. How could I have lost control like this? Because he was so fucking sexy, I answered myself. And those poppers. It made me feel like I had to have his dick in me. My body needed it so bad it override my brain. I started to back off him and got up on very very shaky legs to find my clothes. I was a little embarrassed now that I had acted slutty and lost control and I had even asked him to cum in me. I asked him too! Apparently Tom could sense my developing freak and reassured me, “ Hey sexy, I know that was a lot at once. I am so happy I met you though. You are so hot. And I would love to do this again and again. It can be our secret, if you want. But I hope you want more. And the look in your eyes says you do.” By now I had my shorts and shirt on. I knew I had to ask. And I was so scared as I quietly asked “Tom, are you... are you safe?” He looked at me and patted the bed to sit down next to him, asking with a slight smile "Safe? What does that mean? Was I gentle not to hurt you? If that’s what you mean, yes. Or do you mean something else?” He was gonna make me say it. "Meaning HIV," came my whispered reply. “Chris, I want you to think about what we just did. Think about how much you liked it. How badly YOU wanted it to happen. How it just got better and better. Like you always dreamed man sex could be. And I have more to show you and more to share. And you will be back. Maybe in a day. Or a week. Or two. But you are gonna come back here for more man sex with me. And it’s going to be raw like now. And you will ask me to cum in you again. You will even beg. And to answer your question, yes I am HIV positive. And yes, you took a huge load of my cum.” His gentle smile never faded. I don’t remember my reply. It was all about getting out at that moment. I am sure I said goodbye as I left as quickly as I could. I stumbled on still rubbery legs to my place, extremely aware of the wetness in my hole and asscrack. His semen was slowly leaking out of me. I shut the door behind me and locked it, made it to my room and fell on my bed. My head was spinning. HIV positive cum was inside my ass. What was I gonna do? And then his speech at the end. As if I'd ever do that again! But as my thoughts continued to unfold for every ten fearful 'Oh fucks!', there was a long thought of the knowledge I had just had sex that was so amazing I didn’t even think it was possible. But there was no way I was ever doing it again. No way.

***Okay guys, here are the last 2 chapters of this twisted story. I just wanted to lead it in the right direction and bring it to an end. Sort of.*** THE BOTTOM I woke up in my apartment, foggy, achy all over, stinking like a combination of a sewer, the floor of a darkroom at a bathhouse, and a dumpster. I guess that fits -cum dumpster, anyway. It took a few minutes to clear some of the fog, and then I reached over to the nightstand and checked my phone. Not for the time, but day. I literally had no clue what day it was or how many days I’d been voluntarily held captive. Six days. That’s how long I’d been gone. What’s worse is that no one in my ‘normal’ life seems to have noticed. No worried messages from so-called friends. Even my boss surprised me, leaving a message saying to take all the time I needed to feel better. Apparently at some point in my sex haze/ conversion fever I’d left a message that I was horribly ill. So at least I had a job to get back to. If I wanted it. Do I still want it? That life seems a world away and a lifetime ago. That’s not me anymore. I know who ‘me’ is and he’s a big ol’ slutty cumhungry hole for all men’s seed. Especially the sick ones. I’d grown to accept that the sicker the man, the hotter the fuck. For me, anyway. I got more enjoyment knowing that I was giving pleasure to sick and dying men, and allowing my body to receive and absorb their precious toxic loads into me. My hole was damaged beyond recognition, unrecognizable, and I loved what it had become. It was like a calling card. A man takes one look at a hole like mine and he knows what the deal is. Unfortunately, life really did return to normal after that. Once I’d fully recovered from the sexual torture I’d put myself through, I returned reluctantly to work. I couldn’t deny who I was, though. And I took every spare minute I had each day to take loads into me, some way, some how, some where. I got on all of the apps and posted messages on every classified I could to advertise my greedy pig hole, to any man who needed to drop his seed into a warm and willing vessel. Every single coffee break found me taking a load in one of the bathroom stalls in my office. I don’t know whose dick I was getting, but they’d seen my ad and why should I turn them down just because we work together? We both got what we need. Well, more than ‘both’. I took at least seven different cocks at work at various times over the three weeks after I returned to work. What can I say -my ass has terrific sense memory. And on lunch breaks I sometimes raced several blocks over to put my ass up to a glory hole either at one of the book stores or bath houses in the area. I swear, I smelled like sex and cum every day at work. But either no one else noticed or they didn’t care. Or they’d already fucked me so they just decided to keep our secret. Surprisingly, I didn’t hear from any of the guys who had used me while I was converting. It’s like they all just up and disappeared. I thought about them often, after all they were a part of me and they’d all given me a gift. How could I not feel some sort of connection? After three weeks, though, everything changed. For better or worse depends entirely on your perspective. While I was moderately happy living my mundane daily life, with the thrilling interludes of anonymous sex at different times throughout the day, I still didn’t feel fulfilled. I needed more cock. More cum. More hours in the day to devote my body to it’s ultimate destiny. I wanted, dreamed, of giving up my regular life and spending all day every day getting fucked senseless, used like a cheap whore, dumped in, and basically just treated like a useless cumdump piece of slutty trash. I know, it sounds stupid. Most people spend their lives dreaming of moving up in the world, and my only aspiration was to sink even lower into the gutter. It felt like I was spending too much of my days feeling like a fraud. Feeling like I was not being true to myself, my real self. I needed to release myself from the shackles of polite and productive society and surrender to the pig that I knew lived inside of me. The pig who was screaming and desperately trying to claw his way out. The pig was winning. 2. I started off slowly. I added an extra day off to my work week, so now I had three days to live as a full-time whore. And live I did. I would literally spend every waking moment of those days getting fucked and bred. If it wasn’t at a book store or bathhouse, where I always took multiple loads into my pig hole, then it was at my place or some strange guys place, or a back alley, public bathroom, cruising park -you name a place, I got fucked there! In general, each of those days off resulted in me taking a minimum of 25 loads into my destroyed hole. Often more. I always ached for more, and really only allowed myself a few hours sleep on those nights just so I could get more cum in me. So in those three-day long weekends, I usually got between 75 and 100 loads up my filthy whore hole. And it still never felt like enough. Going back to work every Monday morning was sheer torture and agony. It felt so deviant to me now. Just plain wrong. I knew the more time went on that I would not be continuing like that for long. After a month and a half of this behavior, everything changed. While I was ass-up to the glory hole at the book store, my door rattled. Someone wanted in and they were persistent. I’d long since lost my inhibitions, so while still riding that heavenly anonymous dick, I reached out and unlatched the door. To be honest, I don’t remember even closing and locking it. I certainly hadn’t planned on it. I wanted everyone to know that I was open for business. With the door unlatched, it flew open and a man rushed in and closed the door behind him. He was tall and when I looked up I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Wade! “There’s the little whore I created!” he yelled, loud enough for everyone there to know that I was taking loads. “Want some more?” “I always need more,” I panted, slamming my ass back hard onto the cock sticking through the hole and holding it there while the faceless man howled like an injured animal and drained his balls into my sloppy hole. “You need to get back to work?” he asked. I checked the time on my phone and reluctantly agreed that my lunch break was almost up. As if ignoring me, Wade fished his beautiful cock out of his pants and waggled it at me. It was nearly fully hard, but still had some flexibility so it flopped around invitingly at me. My mouth watered and my hole contracted, clearly my body was speaking for me. “You’re going to be late,” he said gruffly. I didn’t care if I ever went back at that point. I opened my mouth to get a taste of him, the precum was slicking up his nice cock head, but he pushed my head away before I got a chance. “Nah, I want that ass,” he told me, spinning me around and driving balls-deep into me. I threw my head back, moaned loudly so all of the guys could hear me, and hissed, “Yessss.” After a few long-dicking strokes, I looked back over my shoulder. “I was worried I’d never see you again,” I told him. I wasn’t emotional about it, or attached to him, but I definitely would never turn away his cock or load. Or any of his friends who had used me. Even the damn dog! “I had some business with Big Ed. Well, we had business,” he noted, tightening his grip on my hips and slamming me even harder. “Unfortunately he didn’t keep his nose clean and got sent back to the slam. Strike three, that guy is down for the count this time.” “That’s too bad,” I managed to say through the powerful thrusts. “I would have loved to get fucked and bred by him lots more times.” “You mean that, whore?” he asked me. “Absolutely.” “I’m glad to hear that. You see, I owe Big Ed. And there was really only one way he told me my debt could be re-payed to him in full,” he said, holding deep and swiveling his hips to dig around inside me with that awesome meat prod. I really wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, just enough to get through it. The only thing that mattered, that ever mattered, was the dick in my ass. “How’s that?” I asked. “What does he want from you?” Wade slammed me really hard several more times before driving deeper than ever before, growling in the back of his throat, and as his balls emptied into me, he grunted, “You.” I enjoyed the feeling of every volley of his load shooting up inside me, every expansion and contraction of his dick up my hole, every hot sweaty second that our bodies remained joined until his balls were fully drained into me. And then I clued into what he’d said. “Me?” I asked in surprise, standing up fully while still impaled on him. “I’m sorry, really I am,” he told me regretfully, easing his cock out of my ass and stepping back. After stuffing his cock back into his pants, he disappeared out the door so quickly it was almost as if he was never there. The throb in my hole and the massive load leaking down my inner thighs told me that he hadn’t been an illusion. I was totally confused about what he’d said to me, and suddenly wanted to get out of there. Something didn’t feel right -why was he apologizing to me? I got my clothes back on and, instead of going back to work, I rushed to my apartment -only to find the building surrounded by cops! Figuring there had been some incident with a tenant, I just went on my way in, but was stopped at my own apartment door. Which was open and crawling with cops! I was immediately seized, cuffed and dragged out to a cruiser where I was left for hours until finally someone came and read me the whole bullshit about remaining silent, blah, blah, blah. My mind was spinning, but by the time I was able to focus I managed to figure out that they had gotten an anonymous tip that I had drugs in my apartment. A rather large amount. And a weapon that had been used in a shoot-out. And then I knew what had happened. And why Wade had apologized to me. He’d planted the drugs and gun for Big Ed. Why? I found out why after I was convicted and sentenced, and sent to the scariest prison around, for the worst of the worst. I was terrified as I made my way through the throngs of men who eyed me like the fresh meat that I was, and found my cell. I could see a man on the top bunk but paid him no attention whatsoever. The only way I knew to survive this was to keep me head down and avoid eye contact. I was too busy worrying about how I would live through the night to worry about my roommate. That is, until he hopped down and stood smiling down at me. “Glad you could join me,” Big Ed said, wearing the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “You and I are going to have lots of fun now.” THE END

OVER THE EDGE Big Ed leaned in close to my ear and, in a deep gravelly voice, said, “This is going to be a long night, bitch.” You have no idea, I thought. I didn’t even know what day it was anymore. And I’d been fucked so many times I couldn’t even estimate by how man men or the number of loads. However, there comes a time when something snaps inside your brain, when your body is overloaded by sexual stimulation, no matter how depraved that might be. That’s when you surrender your body completely and take whatever you get. More than that, actually. You crave it. Crave being fucked like a cheap piece of whore trash, with your hole fucked beyond recognition, carrying who-knows-how-many strains of various viruses in your damaged gaping hole. And you still want and welcome more. In fact, no amount of kink is enough at this point. Everything is on the table by now. That’s where I found myself as I felt the knob of Big Ed’s massive cock stretching my hole open. Despite having taken a fist already, my hole seemed to close up somewhat, so I knew that I would still be able to hug that nice huge piece of meat and make him feel as good as he’s going to make me feel. I almost laughed to myself thinking how not that long ago I would have been terrified to consider taking a cock as enormous as Big Ed’s up my ass. Hell, most men would quake in their boots thinking about having that thing tearing it’s way into their rectum. Now, I ached for it. I love feeling my hole stuffed, stretched, and filled. I heard a sort of slurpy sound coming from the vicinity of my ass, and I apparently began to involuntarily suck that big dick into me. “Fuck, you are a whore,” Big Ed laughed behind me. “That hot ass is pulling me in. I’m gonna take that as my cue to not hold back. You want it, fucker? Here it comes!” he growled, slamming the entire length into me. I did yell out, but more from shock. I’d learned to love and appreciate the pain that radiated from my ass. Strange, I know. But somehow it reassured me that by feeling the pain, I still had not been completely destroyed, and that there was always more that could be done to me. And I wanted that, too. “Fuck yeah!” I panted. “Rape that fucking hole!” “Fucking pussy ass little bitch whore,” he snarled, drawing his hips back and slamming full-length into me again. And again. Big Ed was getting into his abusive role. Then again, so was I. I have no clue why I respond so strongly to a man calling me abusive and demeaning names. A man can tell me I’m cute and it’s no big deal. But a man calls me a whore? Then I think I could fall in love. Twisted, I know. My insides felt like they were being rearranged by the impressive log of man-flesh sawing in and out of me. I’d never bothered to learn much about our internal structure, but I could feel things shifting around inside of me to make room for that invader. Concerning? Maybe. Unpleasant? Hell NO! As we fucked and fucked, working up a good sweat, Big Ed’s body was plastered to mine, and I loved the wet skin on skin feel of this fuck. It was thoroughly consuming. He would grunt and growl in my ear from over my shoulder. I regretted that they’d chained his arms up near mine because it would be felt even better if he could wrap his arms tightly around me in this position to really slam-fuck me into oblivion. Oh well, this still felt damn good. My ass hole was kind of stinging, he was stretching me so wide. And deep. I don’t even think that fist had gone so deep in me. Sweat was literally streaming down my face, and I have a feeling it was cause by more than just the exertion of fucking. My body was in total turmoil from the abuse I’d been receiving. “You ready for some of this Cell Block AIDS juice up that white whore kunt? Beg me for it, you bitch. You know you want it. Beg me for my motherfucking AIDS seed,” he ordered, nailing me with an even greater intensity. The guys upstairs had planned for him to use me all night long, and I was beginning to wonder if I would live through it. Still, there are far worse ways to go than being fucked to death. As soon as that dark little thought took root in my mind, the more I thought about it, the more it somehow turned me on. I’d already gone to quite an extreme. I decided that when it was my time to go, I wanted to be sure that I was getting raped at the time. And even after. Let’s face it, there are guys out there that get off on it, so why not allow my body to bring them some pleasure, too? “Give it to me, you fucker!” I yelled. “Knock me up with your AIDS! I want your AIDS!” I think I was bordering on hysteria, as all I wanted to shout to him was, ‘Give me your AIDS’. That’s all that mattered to me now. I am meant to have AIDS. Not just HIV or other mutations of the virus. I am meant to feel my body getting consumed by AIDS. That thought was making my mind spin, I was so horny. My cock began to fire off beneath me, hands-free obviously, which then set my pighole to spasming. “You fucking kunt! That’s it, milk my AIDS seed out of those nuts, ah fuck yeah, here it comes you MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!!!!” he bellowed as I felt that already thick cock expanding even bigger in me, followed by that delicious hot wetness spreading throughout my insides. His sperm was flooding deeper in me than any other loads I’ve ever taken. I knew that I was well and truly knocked up by this man. Well, again. Re-knocked up, I guess you could say. We remained joined, sweating heavily still, and panting like a couple of dogs after a long run, his enormous cock still buried balls deep in my stretched asshole while his balls continued to deliver every drop of his toxic seed into my body. I think we both passed out, because the next thing I remember is hearing loud footsteps coming down the stairs, and Wade yelling, “Move it, fuckers. We’ve got dead air on camera. Ed, I know that dick is still hard so keep fucking your load in deeper. The slut wants it. He can take it, can’t you?” he asked sweetly, now standing next to me and looking deep into my eyes. We were both stirring now, and Big Ed went back to rutting into me. I doubt his big balls had even had a chance to restock their swimmers, but it’s not like we had a choice. So, while Big Ed pumped my ass, I shoved it back to meet him. I was becoming aware that continuous fucking was what I enjoyed. No breaks in between. Just keep my hole stuffed and I’m happy. I don’t care of the damage to my rings inside or anything, just keep me fucked. After delivering another load about fifteen minutes later, we were still so very exhausted. Wade came down just as we were finishing off that round, carrying a tray of a few things. The first thing he did was give us some drinks. He had a big glass with a straw to make it easier for us to drink, and we both shared from the same glass of whatever it was -hey, I already had his tainted sperm in me, what’s a little saliva on a straw? And then Wade told Big Ed to slowly ease his cock out of my hole. He unchained Big Ed so that he could get at my ass, and I thought he was going to fuck me -I knew he liked sliding into a cummy hole. But instead, he reached for a jar that was on the tray, and a something similar to a turkey baster. He shook the jar in front of my face, leering at me. “Know what this is?” he asked through a demonic grin. I nodded, knowing for sure that it was a jar of sperm. Whose sperm, I have no idea. “A friend of mine works for the CDC, and he snagged me a jar of their most lethal samples,” he began as he slowly inserted the tube into the jar and sucked it full of cum. “About 40 different men, from all over the world, with the most violent and lethal strains of HIV and AIDS they’ve ever come across.” My stomach was doing back flips listening to him and my heart was racing. Again I felt sweat forming on every inch of my skin, and my hole was spasming in anticipation. How could I want this? How could I be so turned on by this? But I was. Intensely. So much so that my cock literally fired off just from listening to him tell me what he was about to do to me. My entire both was wracked with spasms while he and Big Ed laughed at my body’s reaction. Then I felt Wade inserting the tube into my well stretched opening and pushed it deep, and then he plunged the entire contents into my guts. When he slowly eased it out, he instructed Big Ed to stick his dick in me again to hold it all in, and to fuck me slow to massage it into my ass walls and drive it deeper up into me. It felt heavenly to feel Big Ed slide into me again, my insides now so stretched by him, and so slick, that I couldn’t imagine anything in the world that felt better than what I was feeling now. As Wade walked back to in front of me to reload the baster, I could see that it had been coated not only with remnants of the men’s loads, but it was quite red. Not just pink. Red. Big Ed had clearly torn me up inside. And that thought turned me on even more! My dick jumped back to full attention, and Wade noticed. “Look at that fucking whore,” he laughed. “Horny again after seeing that you’re bleeding. Am I right?” he asked, to which I nodded. “There’s no getting away from any of this, buddy,” he whispered sexily in my ear. “You’re fucked. Might as well enjoy the ride.” I returned his gaze and replied, “I already am. Do anything you want to me. Anything at all.” His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised that I’d accepted my role so completely. What the fuck else could I do at this point? I was obviously infected beyond help at this point, my hole was trashed and wrecked to shreds. And yet, somehow, I was still having the time of my life. Bring it ON! Wade added more cum to the baster, and then Big Ed pulled out of me long enough to have it injected into my destroyed rectum, only to re-enter me immediately after. They repeated this over and over until the jar of homicidal sperm was completely empty. My insides just felt soaked, sloshing, as my body shifted with each thrust of Big Ed’s fuck. He was clearly enjoying having such an eager hole to use. Wade hadn’t chained him up when he headed back upstairs, so now Big Ed was free to do with me whatever he wanted. He came around front of me and smiled, but it was a scary, intimidating smile. Evil, maybe. He leaned in really close until our noses were nearly touching, and growled, “You’re in for it now, bitch.”

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