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Chapter 2: Hungry Whore Friday night finally arrived. My buddy has a nice house with a lot of room in the back for vehicles. Six of us parked out vehicles around back and went inside with our friend to wait for the little punk. My friend had hidden cameras set up to ensure this little bitch didn't try to blackmail us afterwards. We all popped a sex pill because we were planning on turning this punk out. Around 7:30 the little bitch arrived and parked out front. My friend met him at the door while the rest of us hid in another room where the monitors were set up so we could watch. Once the door was shut Jacob, my friend, grabs the punk and starts kissing him. Surprisingly the bitch accepted the kiss and was really getting into it. As they kissed they started undressing each other. We already knew how big of a cock Jacob had but we had to look really close at the bitch's cock. If you could call it that. He was hard but damn he was small. I'm talking pencil thin and it didn't even look like it reached two inches. My pinky was longer and thicker than his penis. Oh this was going to be better than I thought. Jacob is eight inches and fairly thick and Poz as well. Jacob led the bitch to the couch and had him get on his knees to start his training. The bitch must have watched a lot of porn because he knew what to do with a cock. He started kissing up and down on the cock and licking Jacob's balls. He worked his way back up Jacob's cock to the head and started slowly working the head into his mouth. Jacob confirmed our suspicion when he stopped the bitch to ask him if he was truly a virgin at gay sex. He admitted that he was but he watched a lot of gay porn and practiced with dildos. With that Jacob told to get back busy sucking his cock. The bitch obliged and started sucking again. Jacob doesn't hide his status on Grindr and he doesn't use a condom either. The bitch knew that and he was still begging in between sucking Jacob's cock for Jacob to fuck him. We later learned the bitch thought that being a virgin he would be ok. How stupid he was. After having the bitch sucking his cock for about 30 minutes Jacob led him into his fun room. In the fun room was a sling that Jacob loves to use on his lovers. At this time the bitch looks a little nervous so Jacob kisses him and fiddles with the punk's penis. This must have been enough to convince the bitch because he let Jacob put him in the sling. Once he was secured in the sling my friends and I were ready to pounce but the time hadn't arrived yet. Jacob took out a bottle of poppers and had the bitch sniff them while Jacob ate out his hole. For 15 minutes Jacob prepped his hole while the bitch continued to sniff the poppers. He was so high from the poppers that once Jacob slid his cock in the bitch didn't even feel the pain. He was so lost in lust. Jacob started fucking the shit out of his ass while the bitch moaned in pleasure. Jacob started degrading him and the bitch loved it. As Jacob fucked him his little penis squirted the smallest amount of cum I had ever seen. All we could do was laugh at how pathetic this guy really was. Once Jacob announced he was getting ready to cum that was our cue to enter. It wasn't long and Jacob made the announcement. Jacob started fucking the bitch harder than I have ever seen him fuck anyone. My friends left the room we were in to go a few rooms down to the fun room. I stayed back on purpose. When the bitch saw the others enter the room he started panicking. He had no idea what lay in store. Jacob told him with a small penis that he was nothing more than a cumdump for real men. Before he could protest a cock was stuffed in his mouth and another one up his ass.

Chapter 1: New Changes Let me start off by saying I'm a 43 year old white male who has worked for the same company for over 20 years. I knew early on I was gay and every sexual encounter I've ever had has been raw. I've been a top my whole life thanks in part to my 10 inch cock. I've pozzed so many men that I lost count. Now onto my story. Like I said I've been with this company over 20 years and right before Christmas they held a meeting saying we had been bought out. Unfortunately a lot of people I worked with were laid off because this new group brought in a lot of their own people. Fortunately I wasn't let go but I did get demoted which pissed me off. My new boss was this arrogant little punk who was barely 20 and didn't know shit. He only got this position because he was the new boss' son. I was basically running the department but this little shit was taking all the credit to his daddy. This little shit would argue with me about stuff that he didn't even know. He fucked up more shit than I can recall and the team and I would have to go back and fix his mistakes. Every night I would go home and visit Grindr trying to find someone I could fuck my frustrations out on. After several months of taking this guy's shit I was thinking about leaving. That is until one night I found his little ass on Grindr. Oh I was about to get my sweet revenge. Up until this point he presented himself as a God's gift to women type. But who knew he was a cock hungry little faggot. His profile read he was bi curious and wanted someone who was patient and show him how to pleasure a man. I decided I wanted to teach him a lesson for all the shit he put me through. I knew a lot of the gay men in my area and showed them his profile. It was decided that one of my friends would contact him and invite him over on Friday night for some one on one fun. The bitch accepted the invitation and the plan was set in motion. This was on Tuesday so I held off hooking up with anyone because I wanted my revenge on this punk. The next few days went by really slow because of the anticipation I had about fucking this guy. I let him get by with his little smug remarks knowing he was about to become my bitch after Friday night and he would be in no position to talk down to me after that.

My name is Thomas. I live in Davie, Florida. I am 5’ 8”, 145 pounds with pale white skin, green eyes and brown hair. The only hair on my body is on my head as I shaved everywhere else. A When I turned 18, and I told myself that I was going to use my birthday to lose my virginity, as I was still a virgin. I knew for some time that I was gay. I watched gay porn all the time and was particularly turned on by poz porn. I promised myself that for my first time that I wanted to be fucked by poz cock. As luck would have it , parents decided to get me a car for my 18th birthday. So that night, after everyone went to sleep I posted an add on Craigslist stating that it was my 18th birthday and that I wanted to get pozzed as my gift to myself. Within 20 minutes of posting my add I had 10 replies. I responded to each and asked if they were on or off meds. All, but 3 of them were on meds. So I decided to tell the other 7 they were out of the running and focused on the 3. The stats for the 3 were the first guy was black, 62, 6’ 4”, 250 pounds, bald with and 10” cock, the second guy was Hispanic, 33, 5’ 5”, 145 pounds, with curly hair and a 6” cock and the last guy was white, 5’ 9” 45 pounds, with a 6” cock. I decided that if I was going to lose my virginity and get pozzed I was going to go big so I told that black guy that he was the lucky winner. His name was Donte, and lived in Miramar Florida about a 20 minute drive from me. Donte asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said I was and then he gave me his address. I quietly snuck out of my house and headed to lose my virginity. About 25 minutes after I left my house, I pulled up donte’s house which was in a not so good neighborhood. I was super nervous but I knew that I wanted this and turned off my car and walked up to the door and knocked. Donte quickly answered the door with only a towel on. He let my in and guided me to the bedroom which was dark with only light being fat porn on mute on the tv and the only sound being techno music being played from an IHome speaker. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Donte dropped his towel showing off his big black cock which was 6” soft. Donte then laid on top of me and we started to make out. After a while Donte asked me if I was sure about this as once he stuck his cock in me he wasn’t pulling out that that his sperm was super potent and that I would get poz pregnant. I would him this is want I want and that I wanted him to impregnate me. With that Donte rolled over on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I tried my best to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, but it was just to big. That’s when Donte got off the bed and pulled my head over the edge of the bed, stood over me and started to face fucked me until I kept gagging on his cock. I could feel his cock get further and further down my throat as my gag reflexes seemed to give up. After what felt like 30 minutes of constant face fucking I finally was able to get all of dontes cock down my throat. My face was covered in pre cum and saliva, as his balls slapoed against my face. donte said that his cock was now ready to convert me. And he had me center myself on the bed, as he got on the bed. He then pulled my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to my boy pussy. I could feel the precum and saliva on my face begin to harden. Making it hard to open my eyes. Donte then came in for a long deep kiss and told me this was it. I won’t be leaving until I was impregnated. That’s when he rammed his cock in me. I tried to yell in pain, but he covered my mouth with his. Tears rolled down my face. It hurt so much. It felt like a baseball bat was in me. I was whimpering when he took his mouth off of mine, and he said I was no longer a virgin and that he was only half way. That’s when he took his whole cock out of me leaving me feeling empty. donte then rammed his cock in me again. I felt full inside and I could feel his cock in my stomach. I could see a bulge in my tummy from his cock. I could feel my ass muscles giving in as it tried to tighten and push dontes cock out, to no avail. Each penetration of dontes cock in me the tightening and pushing out of my boy pussy got weaker and weaker. Donte rammed his cock in me 5 or 6 times until I felt his balls against me. Donte then left his cock in me, until my ass finally stopped pulsating around his cock. That’s when he said I was finally open and went to town and long stroking his cock in and out of me. The sound of his balks clapping against my ass, and his and my grunting filled the room. After about 15 minutes of being dicked down the pain went away and pleasure took over. I started moaning loud and told Donte to fuck me harder and to breed me. Donte told me he was close to cumming and looked down at me starring me in the eyes. With our eyes locked Donte let out a loud yell, that’s when I felt his cock go deeper in me then before and his cock start to pulsate in me. I felt my insides get warm. After about 12 pulsates from dontes cock, Donte fell on top of me and said your now pregnant with my baby. We both fell asleep. A few hours later we woke up. Donte said are you ready for round two, as he had morning wood. I felt super sore but was also horny and said yes. That when Donte trapped lube from the top of his bedside dresser and rubber it on his cock and on my boy pussy. He told me that he wanted me to ride his cock. So I did my best to get up and lined my hole up to his cock. I then slowly lowered myself down. That’s when Donte grabbed my hip and pulled them down and raised his hips. Impaling me on his cock. I let out a loud moan. And went limp. Donte let his hips fall to the bed as he held my hips as to keep me impaled. After a minute or two of me just sitting there I started to move my hips, as the pain went away and the pleasure took over. that’s when my phone rang. It was my dad. Donte told me to answer the phone. I did as I was told. My dad asked me where I was and I told him in the best way I could trying to hold back moans that I had left to go to the gym. My dad told me to have a good work out and hung up. Donte laughed and said how would my dad feel knowing his white son was impaled on a old big poz black cock and was going to be pregnant with a poz black baby. My mind was gone at this point and I said I didn’t care and for Donte to cum in me and to give me his poz baby. after what felt like an hour of fucking Donte said are you ready for baby number 2, and grabbed my hips as he let out a load moan. I felt his cock pulsate in me as I could feel his cum fill my insides again. I then fell back in the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat and dontes cock leave my now ruined whole. After laying on the bed for a bit I rolled off the bed and got dressed. Donte told me to let him know when I got morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test. I told him I would as I left his house with my body being sore and my ass filled with cum. When I got to my house I took a shower and went on with my day. Donte and I fucked multiple times over the next month and then I got sick. I got the worst flu in my life. I told Donte this over the phone. He laughed and said it’s poz morning sickness, and to go and get a poz pregnancy test. I did as I was told and took a test. As luck would have it, it came back positive. I was indeed pregnant with a poz black baby. I was 18 and pregnant with a 62 year olds baby.

Part 42 - The Artists Rendition On their return to Monrovia and as promised Alex took Max off to the royal families Valeoir mountain retreat Borrick Lodge. It was all done discreetly where Liam and Franco accompanied them but kept well away and enjoyed some down time on the snow. With only the household staff and usual security guards who kept guard over the place Alex and Max shit themselves away to be together, venturing out during the three days to go sledging, skiing and walking in the mountains. Max a dab hand in the kitchen prepared simple meals whilst the chef from the village looked on and putting him out of work for lunch and dinner, except for preparing meals for the protection officers and other staff on site. Even with the short time they spent here it was long enough for Max to fall in love with the place, despite it being way smaller than the palace, it still had ample rooms all heading off the entrance hall meaning moving around was far easier than the meandering corridors of the palace. It was the time afforded them in privacy when the really found their true selves, falling in love even more with each other. The king and queen were discussing several things concerning their son and Max when they summoned Jackson and Artem to the formal lounge, in short the queen had listened to Alex and echoed her concern about Artem and his workload that would no doubt double now Alex and Max were to be together. "Your majesties" they both said bowing and entering the formal lounge. "Ah good!" the queen said, "Artem we need to release some of your workload". Artem nodded "You can be private secretary to Prince Alexander and Max" she suggested. Artem looked at her "Your majesty what about the valet side?" he asked, "I like that part as well". "Oh! Well you can continue, but we need to appoint someone one to help you" the queen informed him. "Your majesty, are we to advertise or seek within?" Jackson asked. "That is your decision Jackson" the king advised, "We trust you to do what's best". Artem looked at him "What about Tom?" he suggested, "I know the prince gets on with him". Jackson nodded and looked at the king and queen "What do you think Jackson?" the queen asked. "I think we would find it hard finding anyone within. Are you happy to train him?" Jackson asked Artem. "Yes of course I would. Assuming he would be happy to take on the role" Artem replied. "What is going on?" the queen suddenly asked, "I thought the footmen strived to move up". Artem chuckled "Your majesty since Jackson took over they all love their jobs!" he advised. The king laughed "Indeed, there is a lot less tension amongst the household now" he added. "Well fetch him here and ask, he is on duty at the doors now" the queen instructed Artem. Artem opened the door "Tom, we need you for a moment" he said. Tom entered, bowed addressing them. "Please close the door and come over" the king said as Tom looked a little worried. "Don't look worried Tom" the queen said smiling, "How would you like to move up to be a valet?". Tom looked shocked "What me?" he asked and the queen laughed, "I do apologise your majesty" he quickly said. "Jackson and Artem will ensure you are trained and you will be reporting in to Artem" the queen informed him. Tom nodded "It would be an honour your majesties" he replied, "Who will I be valet for?" he asked. "It will be for Prince Alexander and Max" the queen told him seeing Tom smile broadly. Tom couldn't quite believe this was happening, even he knew that reaching valet status in the palace was a massive step for anyone and not one that came lightly. Jackson and Artem took Tom off to the seamstress who measured him for the valets suit, fitted him out and told him to come back later that afternoon after the adjustments had been made. For Artem it was quite a relief having help and he was excited to train Tom up in the basics whilst Jackson was to spend time going over the more formal side of protocols for a valet. The king and queen along with Jackson had reached a conclusion about the living arrangements and decided to move Alex and Max to the far end of the palaces west wing to the Regency suite of rooms, this was more private and pretty self contained taking up a substantial amount the west wing. This was the royal residence of Princess Marie before she moved out and it was three times the size of Alex's residence. It comprised the master suite with large dressing area, 3 further bedrooms, a lounge, dining area, 4 bathrooms and TV room. Palace decorators were already inside doing the final preparations and changing some of the furnishings to a more modern feel. The double doors leading to the royal residence opened in to a hallway with six doors, two of which were offices and the rest service apartments then a further set of double doors as the entrance to the large lounge area. The only down side was no hidden passageways and it would mean Artem, Liam, Franco and now Tom would take up the four service apartments adjoining the residence. The apartments themselves were also double the size of the current rooms Liam and Artem had in the west wing. The only thing the king and queen needed to do now was confirm the changes to Alex and Max by catching them when they arrived back from Borrick Lodge in the next couple of hours, they knew their son had looked at it but never asked why he wasn't allowed to move in there at the time. Artem also reminded the king and queen that the British artist Asa was due this afternoon at 2pm to start work on Alex's birthday portrait. Their car pulled into the garage shortly before 11am where a footman appeared advising the prince and Max that the king and queen required their presence in the informal lounge. After formal protocols were done a butler appeared with coffee for them all. Alex took his cup thanking the butler "What have you done?" he asked looking at his mother. The queen smiled "Why on earth would you think that?" she asked. Alex grinned remaining silent "The Regency suite in the west wing" she started saying. Alex now sat forward his interest spiking "We have decided you shall both move in there" she finally said. "The whole place?" Alex asked putting his cup down, "All of it and the bedrooms?" he asked quickly. "Yes" both his parents replied, "Liam and Franco are being advised by Scott now" she added. "Artem as well?" Alex asked whilst Max was trying to keep up with it. "Yes" his mother answered, "There is also an additional valet reporting in to Artem for you both". Alex looked at Max briefly "Who?" he now asked. The queen picked up her coffee cup and took an elegant sip "Tom the footman" she said eventually. "Perfect" Max replied and Alex looked at him, "At least it is someone I have met" he said. The king and queen laughed "Thank you" Alex said and Max echoed his words, "When can we move?". "Right now if you wish" his mother replied, "Tom and Artem have already moved in and are waiting". The queen dispatched a footman to seek Artem out ignoring Alex protesting saying he could get hold of Artem quicker by messaging him. It was one of those quirks that the king and queen still had by doing things the old way and ignoring the fact they had modern mobile devices at their disposal. Whilst all their belongings were being shifted around the west wing they all moved in to the receiving reception room in the main palace to await Asa who was doing his security check at the gates. By mid afternoon Asa was set up and began work as Alex sat there in the receiving room on a large red chair in his royal dress, Max sat by Asa chatting away as he made quick work on getting the outlines completed. The king stopped by frequently to see how it was going and was beginning to strike up an affiliation with the artist watching how quickly he could work and remember things. He was certainly not like the artist who painted his portrait and Alex told him to dress how he felt comfortable working, sure enough Asa wore his trademark dungarees. After two hours Asa sat back and nodded then took several pictures of Alex with his phone and several close up ones of the royal dress to get the detail. Asa announced they were done for the day as the dowager queen came bustling in the doors, all three stood and bowed addressing her. She went straight over to look at the outline drawings he had made. "You have done all of this in two hours?" the dowager queen asked. "Yes your majesty, I work from the outline and pictures that I have taken. She looked on impressed "And where are you working to finish it?" she asked looking at him. "In my hotel room your majesty" Asa replied packing his things up, "Only got two days to finish it". "That is no good" the dowager queen responded, "Let me speak to the king" she said summoning a footman. The king arrived and listened to his mother "I agree. Asa you can work here and stay in the guest wing" he said. "Really that is not necessary your majesty" Asa replied. "Nonsense, anyway I want to chat more with you about your work" the king replied. Alden came in as well to have a look and Max nudged him "How are things, you know?" he asked. "Pretty good, she is coming to dinner this evening" Alden replied going a slight shade of pink. Max smiled "Good. You serious about Steph then?" he asked. Alden smirked and nodded. "Do you think she would date me if I go through the request?" Alden asked looking at Max. "Don't know, you are a bit of prick at times" Max replied then quickly backing away. Alden turned and took a few steps towards Max "You better run!" he yelled. Max ran out of the room and along the corridor and hid behind one of the statues breathing heavily and giggling away with his hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh. He could hear Alden walking slowly humming to himself then his voice echoed around the vast corridor 'Come out, Come out wherever you are!' he said in quite a menacing tone that had Max laughing even more. The footsteps where slow as Alden teased his way closer 'I wonder where he can be hiding' he was saying to himself. "Found him yet?" came Alex's voice and his footsteps. "He can run but he can't hide forever" Alden said nodding towards the statue. Alex stood by his brother "The British are so bad at hide and seek, can't keep their mouths shut". Max nearly jumped out of his skin as Liam stood behind him "In here" he said in a hushed voice. Liam had appeared through one of the passage way access points and dragged Max in walking him along the passage way coming out in the room where the king, dowager queen and Asa stood chatting away. Alex and Alden appeared and he got behind Max quietly grabbing hold of him and bringing him down to the floor, both of them in fits of laughter whilst everyone looked on shaking their heads smiling. Liam and Franco took Asa back to his hotel to collect his belongings and move him in to the palace where he was given a beautiful room overlooking the grounds down to the gates and boulevard. Even being in the guest wing and it was a far cry from his loft conversion in south London. Settled in quickly he went back to the receiving room to collect his work. Nick stood there looking at the faint outline of Prince Alexander when he heard Asa walk in. Asa couldn't deny that Nick was a sexual adventure waiting to be discovered, yet there was no indication if Nick was even interested in him in that way. "Do you like it?" Asa asked nervously putting the rest of his pencils away. Nick glanced at him "Well it is hard to tell at the moment but I like drawings rather than paintings". Asa nodded "Yeah, I think you can capture more in a drawing, plus they are quicker to do" he replied. "You need a hand carrying your things?" Nick asked. Asa smiled and shook his head "No I can manage" he replied picking the canvas up, "Maybe I can draw you". Nick chuckled and went awkwardly quiet for a moment "Maybe" he said leaving Asa. Asa got back to the guest room retracing his steps and passing several footman on duty at doors. He did a bit more work getting the backdrop done on the painting. Checking the time he knew Liam was coming to show him where to eat so he showered and dressed when there was a knock at the door. Liam took Asa through the palace and in to the household staff area and the dining room. Asa sat down with Liam then Nick appeared and took the seat next to Asa, Liam watched him and could see that Nick almost gushed in a happy mood all through dinner trying to show an interest in art. It was enough to have Liam almost burst out laughing seeing the cool, calm and collected Nick simply sitting there falling apart in Asa's presence and out of his depth in the world of art. Liam had to get back and finish moving his things and left Asa his mobile number telling him to call if he needed anything. The dining room was was emptying and apart from Asa and Nick only a few staff remained seated at the far end on the sofas chatting away. "Are you working on the painting tonight?" Nick asked pouring Asa a cup of coffee. "No, I need to let the backdrop dry overnight" Asa replied, "What do people do in the evenings?" he asked. Nick shrugged "Well there is a gym and pool, TV and games room" he replied, "Most go to their quarters". Asa nodded putting his cup down "Did you want to draw me then?" Nick asked fiddling with his cup nervously. "I did offer" Asa said glancing at him, "It would be life modelling" he added. Nick looked questionably unsure what he was referring to "Mostly naked I want to draw your body" Asa informed him. Nick chuckled going slightly red as Asa finished his coffee, they walked together back to the guest wing and Asa's room. Asa undressed down to his white jock strap quite casually then picked up his sketch pad and pencil. Nick slowly took his top off and dropped his trousers then took his socks off, all the time Asa watched admiring his muscular build and tattoos. In his eyes the sight of him was amazing, he remembered Gareth whose body was more athletic muscles yet here was a body that was thick solid muscle built for destroying and protecting. Nick turned around and saw Asa completely lost and transfixed on him. The artists body looked smooth and slim with a proportionate muscular build that blended in perfectly, his build adding to his almost scally looks. Those piercing blue eyes staring at him made his body heat up, the facial features and the unruly curly shoulder length hair, everything about him turned Nick on making him so sexually attractive towards him. He was even better looking now than when he met him in the gallery. They were both thinking it but neither of them dared to make a move uncertain about each other. "Lay on the bed against the pillows and pull the sheet slightly over you" Asa said instructing him. Nick did so and Asa smiled shaking his head "Take your underwear off" he said softly. He stared Asa in the eye as he drew his underwear off and placed the sheet back "Will that do?" he asked. Asa walked over adjusting the sheet a little "Better" he said. Quickly Asa pulled his hand away for fear that his fingers would do their own thing in his desperate state to want to touch the protection officer. Asa adjusted the light in the bedroom and pulled a chair up close to the bed then sat on it with his feet resting on the bed, he began sketching but his concentration waivered all over the place. He was unable to fix on any specific part of the body for the first half an hour until he found his stride and quickly sketched away. Nick yawned watching the artist changing pencils several times for different contrasts as he worked producing a rendition of the man laying on the bed. Picking out his muscular features in the legs and arms, using a hard black pencil to accentuate the tattoos and a softer black to capture his face. The silence between them was compounding the sexual tension and Nick was now finding it hard to stop his cock from getting hard each time he watched the young artist sketching and briefly looking up at him. It was like he was teasing him with innocent actions. When he moved his legs apart resting the pad on them Nick was quick to look between them catching glimpses of his arse that looked just as soft and smooth as his body. Asa glanced up and smiled then returned to his drawing "I like your hair" Nick said softly. Asa smiled concentrating on his sketching "Do you tie it back?" Nick asked trying to ease his own tension. Asa continued sketching "Sometimes I do. Why?" he replied without looking up. "Curious that is all" Nick said as he watched Asa concentrating on his work. Asa changed pencils again "You want me to tie it back then?" he asked putting his head back down. Asa sketched for a moment then threw the pad on the bed and stood up, he went over to his bag and pulled a band out then tied his hair up revealing more of his attractive face. Nick stared and smirked noticing that the artists cock was slightly poking out of his jock strap, a sign that he was finding the whole thing arousing, Asa sat down quietly picking up the pad and getting back to work. "Is that better?" Asa asked keeping his head down. Nick smiled "It is like two different people" he replied and Asa looked up and smiled. Asa changed pencils and did some shading "Which one do you want?" he asked trying to refrain from looking up. "Very presumptuous of you" Nick replied staring at him and now looking completely chilled out. He had no idea how long he had been laying on the bed, all he did know was this cock felt damp from the precum that from his continuous erection. He fancied the artist like no man he had ever known, there was something so unique about him that had Nick fascinated and drawn to him. Asa leaned over and put the pencils back in their holders of his bag. "All done" he said turning the pad around for Nick to see, "Hope you like it". Asa handed it over to Nick then sat on the bed next to him "Wow!" was all Nick could say. "Is that a good wow?" Asa asked watching Nick studying it carefully. Nick nodded slowly "Asa that is amazing!" he exclaimed smiling at the drawing, "It is me". Asa smiled and Nick looked at him "And to answer your earlier question I want both" he said. Nick put the drawing on the table by the bed and leaned up dislodging the sheet covering his modesty. Asa grinned and pulled the sheet back over deliberately patting it gently and copping a feel at the same time. His arms grabbed Asa pulling him on top, his fingers ran through Asa's hair softly yet Nick could see in the eyes staring down at him was a naughty mischievous glint. The look only lasted a split second before Asa kissed him, far from gentle it was a very intentional kiss that was meant to shock Nick. He responded by flinging Asa on to his back and pinning him down looking in to his eyes again, Asa tried to lift his head to kiss Nick again, each time Nick raised his head higher so Asa couldn't reach. Asa struggled to free his arms from Nick's hands, they held firm whilst Nick teased Asa until he knew he was falling more and more in to a submissive state. Finally Nick moved in and kissed him full on, his tongue slipping in to Asa's mouth, the body under him squirmed around in delight. Nick freed Asa's arms and used his hand to roughly free Asa from his jock strap, the urgent anticipation in his breathing as Asa kicked the underwear from his ankles. His quick actions rolled Nick off him as Asa took position straddling across his abdomen, their hands fighting each other for supremacy and despite his tough stance Asa found himself easily overpowered being pulled forward until their bodies squashed against each other held by Nicks powerful arms. Bites and nips ensued as Asa fought against being dominated, Nick playing for time and enjoying the sexy artists fight. A sarcastic chuckle from Nick as he powered Asa over back on to his back and successfully getting between Asa's legs, a frenzy of kissing resumed with Asa roughly running his hands and fingers down Nick's back. Slap! Slap! Slap! Sounds filled the air as Asa landed stingers on Nick's arse. 'Enough' Asa pleaded and Nick let go of him wondering what was going on, fooled in to letting his guard down Asa was quickly on Nick again laughing as he got him on his back again. He smirked up at Asa who knew dam well he stood no chance, he saw it again that devilish glint of mischief like Asa was goading him to go rougher. He snapped at the bait dangling above, effortlessly he pushed up holding Asa in his arms and moving off the bed. Like a wheel he spun Asa upside down so his mouth bashed against the protection officers rock hard cock 'Suck it bitch!' he said wriggling his groin until his cock pushed in to Asa's mouth. His arms held tightly below his arse suspending Asa, all the time his warm tongue and softness of the mouth and lips engulfed down the shaft of his penis. Nick threw his head back letting out a load lengthy moan whilst his hips thrusted back and forth almost choking the artist. Nick could hear the pleas coming from below 'Yes, fuck yes, yes' between Asa taking a mouth full of his cock. Suddenly Asa felt his body falling over landing on the bed softly, his head hanging over the edge then his mouth full of Nick's cock again. Asa's hand quickly moved up grabbing Nick's arse cheeks and roughly massaging them as he happily sucked trying to devour the cock as far as he dare until his gag reflex hit in. Nick pulled back then in again holding it there for a moment, then pulling all the way out, he fell to his knees and kissed Asa hard taking him by surprise. The mess of precum from Asa's cock covered his stomach, dripping out of his cock, Nick's fingers met with the slimy warmth as he ran them down the soft body and cock. He had to look up to believe what his hand was telling him and sure enough Asa was certainly not shy in the cock department. Suddenly Asa spun over on to his stomach and pushed Nick who lost his footing falling on to his back on the floor. Asa clambered up the bed near the pillows facing Nick who got to his feet standing up and erect. He moved like a panther on the prowl across the bed until they were face to face. Asa planned to fight back and give him everything he got, he tried in vain as Nick grabbed hold of his arms, he fought back, but not in the way he planned. The moment those blistering-hot, soft lips met his, he lost it. Swamped by the delicious scent and taste and feel of him, Asa arched upward and opened his mouth for more. Nick muttered something dark and dirty, and slid his tongue past Asa's parted lips and beyond. Then he showed Asa who was boss kissing him with all the hard passion and lust that Asa had somehow always dreamed about but never inspired to reach. Nick completely feeling the same way, no guy had ever dared tease him in such a way, playing him, testing his resolve that lead to this point in time. Asa softly moaned, Nick owned him. Possessed him. His tongue took what he wanted and demanded it all, with each thrust came complete ownership of his mouth. He reached around and sunk his fingers into the soft loose curls of his hair, tugging his head back to expose Asa's throat and keep him helpless just where he wanted him. Slowly Nick pulled him down on the bed until his chest pressed against Asa's chest, his erection notched between his open thighs, ready to ravish his body and soul. Asa seemed to explode with his own silent demands, turning the kiss into something much more. Whimpering, he opened his mouth wider, arched his body up to rock against his hardness, his free hands roamed across the bulk of his biceps and tattoos totally trapped, and yet totally submissive to him. "You taste so good" Nick muttered biting and sucking on his lower lip. Asa moaned again "I want to spread you out, taste you, fuck and make love until you come apart" Nick softly cooed. His dirty words caused a rush in Asa's body "Oh, God, this is bad" he gasped, clinging tighter. "And so good" Nick said softly grinding his erection against Asa. His cock bumped Asa's hole on purpose and he shuddered, writhing to get closer "Fuck!" Asa said trembling. Nick groaned, his mouth rubbing and tongue flickering on Asa's tight little nipples. Asa had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from crying out, especially when he kissed moving lower down his body. His tongue traced down the shaft of Asa's cock that frantically jiggled in spasms, ignoring his balls Nick lifted the legs up slowly exposing the sweet peach coloured hole. His lips opened and a waft of cool air was blown causing Asa to gasp, his lips closed in surrounding the hole from all sides, his tongue swiping over and over, nibbling on him like a feast. He drowned in a tidal wave of sensation, his brain shut down, his body exploding on overload like a bad circuit firing up. He had no idea how Nick had reduced him into this state and he couldn't even be bothered to try and work it out. His toes curled in on themselves letting out a deep moan catching his breath, his hole opened by the softness of his tongue probing inside and preparing him. The final resistance and urge to fight faded away, Nick had completely reduced him to a quivering mess, desperate to be taken. Suddenly the cool air began circulating around his hole and his body was dragged down the bed and effortlessly spun over until he laid on his stomach, his arse hanging over the bed and legs on the floor. Asa grabbed the sheet and groaned, his cock rubbing up and down between his cheeks, moving deeper between them the strokes getting longer and longer. He stared ahead at the top of bed now he thought preparing himself, but nothing. Asa looked over his shoulder only to have hand push his head back down. Another downward stroke that felt completely different, a few small upward movements as Nick's cock hit his hole allowing him to move in to position. His fists balled up gripping the sheet, moaning wildly and gasping. His hole opened with ease from the slickness of saliva and precum. His arse wriggled with his body entering a transient state of desperate lust, slowly and surely Nick penetrated deep in to Asa until his body lowered covering the artist completely. His arse pushed up grinding against the cock, letting go of sheet he grabbed Nick's hands entwinning their fingers, he kissed softly and gently against Asa's neck, his arse undulating, the cheeks clenching driving his cock deep each time. Submitting himself Asa moaned softly at the unexpected gentleness of his fucking, an air of tranquillity spread around them as they settled in to steady and erotic love making. Asa raise his head turning partly to face the side of Nick, rewarded with a devouring kiss owning his mouth again along with his arse. Waves of pleasure erupted from Asa trying to moan with a mouth full of his tongue, their lips locked tightly together, the speed of the fucking began to increase. The fingers clenching harder against his, the telling signs that his orgasm was building up to the final act. An act that was taking Asa on a very unsuspecting and fulfilling journey in to himself. His body full of passion that was leading Nick on his own journey of discovery leading him to his destiny, something he knew when he first clapped eyes on Asa had ignited a spark he had never felt towards another person. He suddenly broke the kiss and groaned stretching his body upwards, his arse clenched hard pushing his cock as deep as he could go. Asa grabbed harder as the dull pain shot through his body from the brute force of him penetrating deeper, his body became completely sensitive feeling the cock emitting strong contracting pulses that fired rapidly through to every nerve ending in body. His arse flooding with his seed that seemed to go on forever, the constant clenching and pulsing in his cock causing Asa to moan and react by grinding his arse against the orgasm. His own movements resulted in his prostate being hit several times triggering his own cock in to action and forcing a surprise orgasm to wash over his body rendering him useless. The tension in their entwinned fingers eased and Nick's body finally began to relax on top of him. His breathing was rapid yet produced with a soft satisfied post orgasm state. He showed no sign of wanting to remove his cock, Asa laid there his forehead damp with sweat and happy to let him stay inside. He moaned softly feeling his lips kissing away at his neck and moving up closer to his face, Asa turned his head drawing his lips closer and allowing Nick to own his mouth again with his tongue. Slowly he withdrew his cock whilst they kissed, he hauled Asa to his feet off the bed then quickly turned him around to face him. Their eyes full of love met, Asa raised a hand stroking the side of Nick's face then closing in he kissed him delicately for once. The arms wrapped around his body lifting him off the ground where Nick carried him over to the bed laying him down against the pillows. It was a slightly difficult situation since neither of them had spoken, Asa unsure what would happen, Nick unsure what this was leading to. His hands ran up the muscular arms then partly around his back pulling Nick down, silently the looked at each other, words could never be enough for them right now. Their lips rubbed against each others until they parted and kissed, a kiss that lead to Asa submitting to Nick several more times that evening. Each time the sex grew more intense bringing an edgy side along with it. Discovering each other, Asa seemed to understand that he would have to play submissive to Nick's dominate side, something that he never imagined he would find himself doing yet happy to do so. Asa rolled over in the middle of night, his face planting in to the warmth of Nick's chest disturbing his sleep. Nick moaned and his arm quickly grabbed Asa with his mouth moving across locking against Asa's, his body moved forward rubbing his erect cock and full waking Asa up. In the hands of him he was powerless to resist and now found himself spun around on to all fours and the bed moving with Nick rearing up behind him. Asa was too quick for Nick as he rolled over dropping off the bed standing there looking at Nick who stared back amused by his antics. He knee walked across the bed to where Asa stood and made a grab but missed as he stepped back sniggering. Slowly Asa walked forward putting a finger under Nick's chin then quickly gave him a gentle slap moving back quickly. Nick sprung off the bed giving chase and cornering him in the room. He stood waiting expecting Asa to give a signal that he gave up. Asa stared at Nick "Bring it on!" he said in a sensual yet evil erotic tone. Nick stepped forward shaking his head "You better not regret what I am going to do now" he replied. Asa watched him rub his cock and pulling the foreskin all the way back "Come on you fucker!" he teased. Nick moved in and quickly overpowered him lifting him off the ground with his back against the wall. Hoisting Asa's left leg around his waist and slipping his and under he thrust his cock up in one quick penetration up to his balls. Asa gripped harder around the back of his neck and bit down on the his shoulder to relieve the painful intrusion, the assault was only just getting started. The quite bites and sucks covered all his neck until they both angrily kissed at each other. He cried out continuously, Nick pounding away holding nothing back. They were both out of control completely lost in each other until Nick pulled his cock out and let go of Asa who crumpled to the floor looking sexually bewildered. Nick hauled him up to his feet and without ceremony lifted him in the air only to drop him on to the bed. Quickly he moved over on all fours feeling Nick rearing up behind him. He felt a large wad of saliva trickle down in to his crack and the cock pushing in to his hole again. The hands gripping him tight around the waist whilst Nick got to work taking him again. There was no gentleness this time as he felt the force of him pounding hard and deep, Asa trying to keep focus found his voice crying out expletives then urging him to fuck harder and wreck his hole. It was far off an angry demanding voice, it was loud but hinted at a sensual enough edge that was driving Nick wild. He grabbed the small pony tail tugging Asa's head up and keeping one hand holding his waist pounding furiously at the sweet arse and inviting hole. In no time he thrusted in harder and continued on fucking the orgasm out of his cock until he was done. Asa tried to collapse forward but he was not letting him, moving his hand on to his shoulder the other one around his stomach he was pulled back impaling him deeper of Nick's cock. Instantly his head turned and met Nick's mouth kissing harder than they had ever done, one arm completely wrapped around Asa, his free hand moved down to Asa's cock where he slowly began masturbating him. Waiting until the first drops of precum appeared before moving his hips and fucking him deep again. Asa moaned, his head resting back on Nick's shoulder, the feel of the muscles in the arm around his body holding him securely in place, his cock probing deep inside, his hand working faster on his cock was too much for Asa to figure out. His body squirmed feeling his orgasm rising again, he had no control and was at the mercy of Nick. The pace of his fucking picked up again and Nick gasped tightening his hold of Asa reaching orgasm again at the same time as Asa. The arse pushed back on his cock, Asa moaned in a higher pitch, his lips opened inviting Nick to kiss him. Locked at the mouth kissing wildly, Nick peaked with his orgasm, his cock pulsed tipping Asa over the edge. Moaning in to each others mouths, cum dripping down Nick's hand and his shooting up inside Asa yet again. Slowly are gently Nick used his body to push Asa back down on the bed and on to his side, his cock buried inside him, his arms closed around his body holding him close. Asa stroked Nick's leg with his fingers as they both drifted back to sleep drenched in sweat. For once it was Nick's turn to do a walk of shame sneaking out of someone's room in the palace. He kissed Asa and despite the urge to fuck him one last time he slowly extracted his semi hard cock from its warm resting place. Asa groaned at the slight pain then sighed at the freedom his arse now had. "I should get back and shower" Nick said leaning over and kissing him. Asa nodded and sat up watching his muscular body moving around the room "I am not sure what to say" he said. Nick put on his underwear and smiled then walked over to him "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. Asa stared at him expressionless then spoke "I am infatuated with you" he said slowly. Nick kissed him "And I with you!" he exclaimed looking him in the eye, "Very infatuated". "You better get going" Asa said unsure where or if this was going anywhere. Nick finished dressing and kissed Asa "Do you want to see me tonight?" he asked. Asa sat there looking slightly embarrassed and out of his depth "I am sure you know the answer". Asa watched him walk out of the room and he smiled laying back down, he couldn't remember if anyone had ever made him feel this good. It wasn't about the sex now, it was every time he spoke to him that Asa felt himself tingle and tremble at the same time. Asa got up and did a couple hours of work on the portrait despite his arse now feeling a little sore he couldn't take his mind off him. Checking the time he saw it was 8am and knew Liam would be by any minute for breakfast. He cleaned the brushes off when there was a knock at the door and Liam poked his head round. "Come in" Asa said smiling over him. "Morning. Did you sleep well?" Liam asked closing the door behind him and looking at the portrait. Asa nodded "Yes I did" he replied noticing that Liam now spotted the drawing by the bed. Liam picked it up and looked at Asa "Nice drawing. Did you do that last night?" he asked. "Yes just a rough sketch I rustled up" Asa replied pretending like it was nothing. Liam chuckled "No I meant did you do him last night?" he asked sitting on the bed. Asa went bright red "I wondered how long it would be fore you two hooked up" Liam remarked. "What do you mean?" Asa asked giving up on pretending nothing happened. Liam stood "Ready?" he asked, Asa nodded, "I saw the way you both looked at each other" he said. "I see" Asa said picking up phone and unable to look at Liam, "You mean at dinner?" he asked. Liam nodded "I know Nick quite well, they way he looked at you was so very unusual for him". "Unusual. You mean he doesn't normally pick guys up?" Asa asked checking his phone. "Occasionally. I can't put my finger on it but it was certainly a different look" Liam replied. Asa stopped by the door "Liam. Does anyone need to know?" he asked looking concerned. Liam smiled putting his arm around his shoulder "No. But I wouldn't leave the drawing out" he said laughing. "Seriously I was only going to draw him" Asa explained, "But dam he fucking owned me". They walked along the corridor "Is it a one off or something more?" Liam asked. Asa shrugged "I am seeing him again tonight. Too early to think like that" he said. Asa was left to work on the portrait and met up with Liam and Nick for lunch, under any other circumstances it might have been awkward, Nick acted like it was nothing and chatted quite happily with Asa. Liam loved watching Nick pretending nothing was different but Asa was like an open book. Eventually Liam stood leaving them alone where they talked about things in general and the upcoming birthday party that Asa was looking forward to. Nick offered to walk with Asa back to the guest wing. "So what are you doing on the portrait today?" Nick asked as they climbed the stairs in the guest wing. "Depth perception touches I think" Asa replied, "Then his royal dress, the colour I mixed isn't right". Nick nodded "Have dinner with me tonight?" he asked clumsily and stumbling over his words. Asa smiled "You asking me on a date?" he replied questioning Nick. "Maybe I am" Nick replied regaining composure, "Still trying to figure out where your head is". "On my neck in case you haven't noticed" Asa retorted quickly then laughed. Nick rolled his eyes "Brilliant another comic in the palace" he said smiling. "Is this a fuck the artist as entertainment?" Asa asked looking at him. "I get entertainment watching Max trying to ride horses" Nick replied, "I understand if you don't want to". "What do you mean?" Asa asked slowing down as they neared his room. Nick waved his hand around "This, because of my job. It doesn't make life easy" he explained. "I see" Asa said glancing at him, "You are not selling yourself very well" he remarked smiling. Asa opened the door to his room then turned to Nick "7pm then if you want?" Nick asked waiting. Asa looked down the corridor then kissed Nick "Okay a date it is then" he replied. Quickly Asa walked in to the room and closed the door breathing rapidly wondering how the hell he was getting attached to Nick so quickly. Nick walked down the corridor back to his quarters to change and take Alden for afternoon tea with Lord and Lady Trasilion and their daughter. All the way he was thinking things over in his head, each time he came to the same conclusion, after last night Asa was indeed someone he found a funny romantic connection with and was attracted to on so many levels that he was all he could think about now.

Chapter 7 I met Sally on Monday morning outside the health clinic. We walked in together. I was interested to see how she had got on with Ty. After registering we sat down in the waiting room. Sally winced and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. ‘Whats Up?’ I asked. ‘ My ass is so sore!’ she replied ‘How come?’ I enquired. ’Ty’s monster cock, that’s how come! ! He’s practically destroyed my ass! ‘ ’Tell me more? ‘ I whispered. ‘ I don’t know how u guys take it in the ass all the time’ Sally continued. ‘ I was getting it on with Ty on Saturday after we left, he didn’t have any condoms, and I think he has a secret pregnancy fetish’ ‘How come?’ I asked again . ‘ Well, he kept saying he wanted to breed me and make me pregnant with his babies! I’m not on the pill so I didnt want to risk him cumming in my pussy so I let him fuck me in my ass. I’ve never had anything that big in me, it stretched me to my limit. He was so hot though that I wanted it again the next morning and he absolutely hammered my ass’. It’s strange though, the more he fucked my ass and stretched it the more I wanted. Must have been cos he made me feel so dirty, taking it in the ass. His cum was practically dripping out of me afterwards!’ ‘Maybe you should get on PreP if you’re going to become a regular ass Queen!’ I said with a wink. ‘Are you seeing him again? ‘ ‘Maybe. I’ll let you know!’Sally replied. My name was then called out to go in. The rather sexy looking male nurse told me to sit. ‘ Ok just confirming things Neil. You confirm that you have sex with other men ‘ ‘Yes’ ‘ ‘OK, you have tested negative so you are eligible. However if you have had unprotected sex in the last month with someone who is positive for hiv then you could still test positive later. This won’t protect you from that. Also it won’t be fully effective for 7 days, so ry to limit your exposure for a week ‘ he said with a bit of a smile ‘ if you can! And if you can’t, be lucky!’ He added. ‘ I will see you in 4 weeks for a review’ I wondered was he flirting with me as I walked out. I caught up with Sally, made more small talk, we hugged and then went our separate ways. I had the rest of the day off. I went home and read the prescription, took a pill. At least I would make an effort , I thought. I would try and be sensible even if I couldn’t do anything about what had happened already. The thought of Ty breeding Sally also got me quietly horny. I decided to go upstairs and put on some porn. I was in the mood and watching some bareback action when my doorbell rang. ‘Fuck!’ I thought. Probably a delivery for a neighbour. I looked outside, but instead of a van as expected, I saw Luke’s car. I threw on a robe and went down. I opened the door. ‘Hi’ Luke chimed as he walked in straight past me. ‘Have I interrupted anything?’ ‘er no’ I responded. He looked at me with a semi erection poking through the robe. ‘Doesn’t look like it ‘ he grinned. ‘Visitors, or porn?’ He asked. ‘Er porn ‘ I mumbled. He then proceeded to tell me about Ty and Sally . ‘She was gagging for it Ty says. Apparently he came in her three times, so he could have bred you both in the same night!’ ‘Let’s see what you’re watching’ Luke walked upstairs, and I followed. ‘Bareback. The only way.’ he said ‘Good choice. Take your robe off.’ It was more of an order than a request. My cock stiffened. He started to strip. For the first time I saw him fully naked. I knelt and started to suck his cock. As I was sucking he said ‘wait. This doesn’t look good!’ . I looked up. Luke was pointing at my pills. ‘Not good at all’ ‘You’re not doing this properly. You are a natural bareback bottom, you love cum. Don’t deny it. You need to be bred. Don’t you? ‘ ‘Yes’ I whispered. ‘Wait there’ and with that he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned moments later. ‘Do you want my cock now?’ He asked. ‘ yes’ I replied. ‘Well it only comes with one of these’ . He held up my pills in one hand and a toothbrush in the other. ‘ If you want my cock, then these pills go down the toilet. You can’t get any more. And just to make sure I will slide the toothbrush in you before I fuck you and cum in you. I know you secretly want it but are too scared to say so. Or you choose the pills and I leave. What’s it to be?’ Would my head win or my cock? Luke’s stiff cock was inches from my mouth, shiny with precum. Toxic precum. I was wanking my cock slowly. My head didn’t stand a chance. ‘Toothbrush’ I whispered. ‘Louder, so I can hear. Tell me what you want’ ‘Toothbrush! I want the toothbrush! ‘ I said, loudly. ‘ I want your cum, in me . Please, fuck me !’ Luke walked to the bathroom, I heard a flush after the ripping of plastic. He returned. ‘The choice of a natural bottom. Soon to be a poz bottom’ he said. ‘Lie back’ Luke spread my legs and rimmed my hole, working his tongue in whilst I played with my cock. Then he swiftly inserted the toothbrush and twisted it around. I felt no pain, I was feeling too horny. He pulled it out and showed me the pink bristles. ‘This is it. ‘ He leaned over and just slid his cock in me. He kissed me and whispered ‘ it’s now already too late. Embrace it, embrace your destiny. Shoot your last neg load for me’ I wanked my cock furiously as Luke fucked me, hard for what felt like ages. I just wanted it. In that moment in my mind I embraced that I was going to become poz, possibly there and then. I didn’t fight it. ‘I’m cumming ‘ he growled at me as his breathing became ragged ‘ here’s your poz gift ‘ and he rammed his cock deep in me as he came. That tipped me over the edge and I came almost immediately, shooting jets of cum over my chest, panting. Luke pulled out his cock and fed it to me. It was tinged pink. I sucked and knew now there was no going back. The thought got my cock stirring again. Luke licked my chest clean of my cum. ‘Mmm your last neg load. The next time I suck your cock we both know my poz babies will have converted you’ With that, he kissed me and dressed, leaving me feeling conflicted, but strangely secretly relieved. to be continued……..

Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

The part about no safewords is a red flag IMO. Plus, the dude seems to have a bad attitude. In my world, there's a distinction between "dom top" and "asshole", and I avoid people that appear likely to cross that line.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

so this is my first time writing one of these and it’s a true story that happened last week. was a friday night i’d finished work for the week and was finally ready to party and play hopefully after scrolling on grinder i found this cute t girl only 19 had been out with friends and in the dreaded comedown so after a few messages we arranged to meet up i brought my bag of party supplies with me knowing what i had planned for this young slut. i arrived at a nice city centre apartment found this slut walking round just in lingerie and a limp sissy clit my eyes lit up just what i wanted a young petite slut with a sissy clit to ride this big daddy dick …….. but this bitch hits me with the i only fuck safe no exceptions i quickly thought ok i’ll just rip the rubber but she pulled out these extra safe condoms time for plan b after we kissed a bit she started sucking my cock whilst i rimmed her young fresh cunt sliding fingers in and out to stretch that fuckhole for my cock after a while i said you wanna get higher than you’ve ever been before “yes daddy” was the reply i got so i opened a baggie and put some tina on my fingers before massaging it into her colon she complained it burned but aid that will pass soon as she started thrusting back on my fingers i knew it was only a matter of time before i had my way with her i immediately made her tail 2 big lines of coke and a line of tina and told her i only fuck raw but hardly ever cum so we’re good. she was hesitant at first but as my cock pushed against her entrance to her cunt she pushed back taking all of my raw cock in her no mention of a rubber or question of my status ( i’m poz and was off the meds ) we fucked for hours i asked her did she submit complete control of her body to daddy she agreed yes. after i’d ducked a huge load into her neg cunt i opened grindr putting on pictures of her sucking and fucking my cock and invited poz only guys round we ended up with 3 other poz tops round all off meds this slut got more then she bargained for watching the theee guys fuck her hard one after another each leaving a big puddle of toxic cum in her hole when they finished i told her she was a little tina slut now and had taking 4 poz loads her life will never be the same again i fucked her one more time before going back on grindr and inviting a poz couple round ti finishe her off i’ve no idea she got the bug then and there but ended up getting fucked all night off 6 different poz guys everyone of us off meds i went home and got a message saying thankyou but she was annoyed i never said i was poz i replied you never asked and i said i don’t use rubbers now your a poz cumdump go out there take all cocks raw never insult a real man by asking about condoms get your pusey knocked up as much as possible i’m meeting her tonight she wants to play again

I placed an ad in Doublelist, and got pretty good results: I had two guys in the morning, one hot 22 yr-old who fucked me and bred me nice, and someone else who wanted to get sucked, so I did but he came too quickly, because I started licking his balls and I felt the spurts of cum on my face.

Yesterday I was playing around on silver daddies. I got a message from a young Latin top. I got a message Was I busY ? ee was visiting and had some time to spare. I gave him my address and in about 30 min he showed up. He showed up with another guy. Could they both come in. Sure We went to my bedroom got naked and started to play. While I was sucking the one the other one suddenly went in my ass. Condoms we’re not mentioned Suddenly I could feel him shiver and he came in my ass. The other one went in me and he did not last long till he came. I got two loads from each of them

Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.

Photos that look like they're quite old. Giveaways include background details like: CRT TV/Computer screens, old mobiles, VHS tapes. Photos that are inconsistent - eg: seem to be taken years apart. Focusing on setting up something that is very prescribed in too much detail the first time meeting. Focus on "what will you do to me" with no thought on "what I can do for you". Unwilling to contact off the app/website eg by phone or text. No linked friends on the site/app. Recently created profile (eg that evening) - on its own more of a yellow flag, but combined with others...maybe a red. Asking inappropriate questions - eg: where do you work, anything financial, anything about family. Any hints they are off their face.

fter dinner we watched tv on the couch. I was still dressed in my sleazy outfit and Daddy was only in his underwear. Daddy was laying on the couch length wise, i also laying similar with my head near his lap. I had my hand on his cock feeling and holding it. After watching tv for a bit it started getting hard. I couldn't resist and pulled down his underwear and took him in his mouth. Slowly sucking his thick meat and licking his head. After a while he was rock hard. I climbed on him reverse style and slowly sank on his obelisk of meat. Not matter how many times i have been fucked by him it always feels so amazing and like its the first time. His cock is so thick it stretches me like i am a virgin each time. I hear his start to breath hard and i use my ass muscles to massage his cock. "Milk my with your cunt bitch", he moaned I did i squeezed him and massaged him with my pussy muscles. I rode him for a good 30 minutes. My legs started to give out. He pushed me forward and lunged into me from the back in one swift stroke followed by short strokes aiming at my prostate. I just moaned like a total slut put my head down and took the pounding. I then felt his cock expand and shoot 3 spurts in my cunt. I pushed back and squeezed him with my ass muscles. Oh how good it felt. He pulled out, i turned around and sucked his cock clean. We then got up took a shower together and went to bed. I woke up and looked at the clock but my vision was blurry. It looked like 3am something. My head was pounding, my body ached all over and i felt like i was going to vomit. I stumbled out of bed and made it to the toilet where i threw up several times. I felt like crap. Daddy came in and felt my head and comforted me. After i was done at the toilet, he helped my stand up wash my hands and rinse out my mouth and back into bed. "I think i ate something bad", i said Daddy looked into my eyes and said," No baby i think you are pregnant" Even though it felt like i was hit by a truck i managed a smile back at him, "Really you think so", i said "Yes you are going to have my baby, you are converting", he smiled and kissed me soft and tender I had a tear in my eye. "Why the tears baby, i thought this i what you wanted", he said "It is, i am so happy and excited", i said and kissed him back. "Me too", he said. I felt his thick cock hard at the entrance of my now poz pussy and his hand down to my raging hard cock. Daddy had taken off the cage when we took a shower to get me clean. "I see someone is hard from learning that he is POZ. Hmmmm my dirty little whore. Good boy", he said shoving his thick cock in me. With the limited energy i had i pushed back and opened myself up to offer myself to him I felt his cock plunge into my guts infecting me more with his charged seed. He also caressed my prostate making me moan like the slut i am. "Daddy please breed me again with your dirty charged seed. Infect my cunt again please Daddy please", i moaned softly laying there limp which being taken by my man "I am going to make sure it takes and we get you knocked up", he said now slowly and sensually fucking me. I could only just lie there as a piece of meat and be taken by him. I felt so happy and complete. He fucked me so tenderly, he was making love to meet. Not pounding hard but caressing my hole. He kissed me so intimately our tongues softly wrapping around each others. "Here comes another load infecting you", he moaned in my ear as i felt his cock expand and shoot more hot seed in me I just lay there basking in the glow of now being pregnant with my Daddys seed.

I hope everyone is enjoying this story.

Chapter 8 The guy replied “ Shut the fuck up or I will rip our hole with my that, and that will only be for starters. This was not going the way the Pig had hoped but he was still craving anything so he figured he would let it go for now. Little did he know that this was spiraling out of his control very quickly. It was about that time that the other guy’s phone rang, he answered it and the Pig couldn’t make out what all was being said. His concentration want what it normally was, Between the craving in his loins an the tong in his ass he was barely able to comprehend anything other than the pleasure of his lower body was getting. When the guy hung up he said a couple of his friends wanted to see if they could see hat is going on. They couldn’t make it right now but if all looks good they would definitely be up for a bareback tag team at a later date. The Pig asked how that would work and the guy said he can use his phone and publish it live time for them. He also said that since the Pig had the hood no one would know who was getting his ass railed. The pig said that it sounded OK to him. The one guy was done cleaning the Pig’s ass and hole and was now using his fingers to stretch the hole. One of them grabbed some rope and tied the Pig’s arms to his knees. In this position the Pig was ass up and could not change anything. He was in total control of the 2 guys that were about to broadcast him getting who knows what up his ass. They also wrapped some smaller rope around his cock and balls. This felt weird to the Pig but at the same time it was exciting. One of the guys played with his cock until it started to get hard then stopped. With the binding on his cock it was almost painful. The guy used his fingers and flicked the Pig’s ball. This hurt some and he said “ Hey, that hurts, stop doing that “ The guy said but it looked so good on the video. He did it again and the Pig said “ Stop, that is really tender and it isn’t feeling good on my nuts “. The guy replied “ You asked for it and let us tie you up so shut up and take it like a man “. He added “ Everybody is watching and texting what they want to see you subjected to “. The Pig said “ Everybody “/ The guy responded “ I guess I forgot to tell you I opened this to anyone in a chat room we use. I think you have 20 watchers “. About that time the other guy poured lube up the guys hole and started stretching him open, He had 4 fingers from one hand and a couple from the other embedded on the Pigs stretched and sore hole. He was using them to open the hole wider. The Pig was coming down from the Tina piss and this was not as much fun as it was before. He didn’t know why and figured it was just him getting tired. The one guy told the one with the fingers in his ass that he wanted to fuck this Pig and said that the viewers wanted to see him knock up the Bitch. The guy with the Fingers up the Pig’s ass pulled out and the Pig said this is all he had left from earlier and asked if he should put it in the Pig. It was a small shard and the other guy said “ Sure. Might as well get him going “. With that they dropped the shard into the gaping hole of the Pig. He said “ As stretched as he is I doubt he felt it go in “. The other guy said “ Yeah, but he will. This is some good shit “. The Guy with the bigger cock said “ I need to fuck this faggot.” He asked the Pig “ are you ready for me to knock up your ass Pig “?. The Pig was already feeling the effects of the shard that was put in his ass. He didn’t understand what it was but it felt great and he needed anything up his ass. That familiar craving was coming back and although his once virgin ass was sore he had an uncontrollable need to get something in his butt again. He replied “ Yes, anything. Please help me “. With that the one guy moved over and the other guy hovered over that gaping slit of a cunt and pushed the fat mushroom head of his cock into the Pig. The head popped in with little or no resistance. He looked over at the other guy and said “ You really do have this ass loosened up “. “ I have felt tighter cunts on women”. With that he sank his cock into the upturned but in front of him. He pushed until his balls were lapping on the Pig’s cheeks. The Pig said “ That feels good. Lease give me more “ The Meth was really kicking in and the Pig would be in heat all night and possibly tomorrow.

in Queens park right out in the open, naked on a picnic table, with a daddy and several random cruisers taking turns pumping cum into my guts, in an alley, literally bent over against a trash dumpster, in port a potties at the gay pride parade, at the side of the road DURING the gay pride parade, in the front hallway of a porntheatre, 2 feet from the door opening onto a major downtown street, mounted and bred in the dog park, in my high school restroom, on the floor next to the guys older sisters bed with her sleeping in it, in a high school boyfriends fathers parked car, in that same boyfriends bed (by his father), and in the boyfriends parents bed (by the son), bent over strangers cars parked on the side of a busy street in thailand, on stage with many men watching, in a kennel, on a public bus, on a public train. but the best place; getting fucked bareback by at least 2 dozen men, in front of my biological father. beats the rest, hands down.(in a bathhouse)

@Toyrsrgr8 - On no account should you have any dealings with this man. “Experienced in BDSM”? I think not. I’ve spent s good deal of time as a bondage submissive and I can tell you that he would be quickly isolated and excluded from any actual practicing BDSM lifestyle community. The Safeword is the bedrock foundation of Power Exchange, and the fact that he doesn’t understand where power derives from in that exchange automatically invalidates him as a player. By “experienced in BDSM”, he just means he has a lot of practice brutalizing people. Never, ever consent to play with anyone who refuses to honor a safeword. ”Safe and sane”? Again, I think not. Barebacking is not safe and cannot be made entirely safe, and we all know it. And requiring anyone to accept the treatment of an actual slave is not a picture of a well mind. Pity, really… if he were sensible enough to play with safewords, I’d be all over that. The way he is - N-ope.

Or guys pretending they are looking for a relationship.

I love tall guys -Specially if I can climb all over you like a tree. And if a bloke is tall enough that I can eat his ass standing up... it's a date.

5. The Boys Go Camping The four of them stand roughly in a diamond formation. Tommy’s in front since he’s the smallest; Reznor, in hiking shorts and sporting a black eye, is in back of him on the left; Steve Reynolds’ on the right (the one holding up his phone to take the picture); then House, being the biggest, stands in the back. Tommy’s the only one smiling from ear to ear because they included him on their camping trip. The others are serious, mostly because they’re out of breath from the hike’s last mile which was entirely uphill. Tommy has, Reznor is beginning to realize, infinite, annoying energy—or so it seems the way Reznor’s looking at him in the photo. You can see in background, behind the four of them, the Appalachian Trail is at its peak fall colors this Columbus Day weekend—or Indigenous Peoples Day as it’s billed at school. (FYI: Kyle Dupree had a knockdown, all out fist fight with Marlon Reznor in the locker room the previous Thursday over the name of the holiday. Dupree—Team Indigenous Peoples—ended up with a bloody lip; Reznor—Team Columbus—a black left eye.) The cloudless blue dome lights up the silver birch’s gold and yellow leaves, while the sugar maples are at their most intense oranges and reds. The evergreens—firs, blue spruces and hemlock pines—provide the dark green contrast that set off the dying forest’s leaves giving them such intense luminosity. The boys’ brightly colored down jackets also add a dazzling array of color to the photo, so say many of the commenters on Steve Reynolds’ Instagram account. At the summit that provides the group a full 360 degree panorama of autumn colors, Reznor stops, his palms on his knees, bent over, catching his breath. “Yawl go ahead. I gotta stop here for a second.” Tommy in the lead, followed by Reynolds and House, stop and wait against some boulders. They let their backpacks ease up on the rocks. In between breaths, Reznor adds, “Whose goldarn idea was this anyway?” Steve Reynold holds up his phone checking for signal bars. “Did you actually just use goldarn in a sentence?” he laughs, taking off his New England Patriots cap to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Fuck off, Reynolds.” Reznor pulls off his backpack and sets it on the ground. “We should just set up camp here.” “Um, no,” Tommy informs him, with as little sarcasm as he dares against the group’s alpha, “because we’re still on the trail, and on the side of a mountain?” House unknots the red kerchief around his neck and wipe the sweat from his brow. “You wanna fall into that ravine in the middle of the night taking a piss?” Reznor looks over the edge of the hiking trail at the river below. “Well, how much farther?” “Maybe a mile?” Tommy guesses. He looks across at all the burnished leave covering the hillsides and sees the sun is quickly on its decent. “Not too far, but we should get going.” Reznor huffs pulling on his pack. “Well, let’s go then.” They hike down to a level glade where Tommy hops over rocks on a wet part of the trail. The rest of them follow, hopping rock to rock. True to his word, a mile down the trail there’s a camp with a lean-to. They all unload their packs in the structure. House immediately starts gathering firewood. Tommy takes out a cooking pot and their freeze dried dinner, while Reznor lies against his pack in the lean-to, arms crossed behind his head. Steve Reynolds takes a selfie and then snaps a few more of the camp and his teammates. Everyone’s smiling in these, even Reznor. It’s peacefully quiet. A few birds chirp in the branches of the colorful forest. House occasionally breaks the silence with a violent snap of wood across his knee. Tommy looks around contented, mixing water from his canteen into the chicken mac and cheese he brought for everyone. Reznor’s picking out M&Ms from his trail mix. Reynolds and House are being pyros seeing how big of a fire they can make. After it dies down, Tommy heats up their meal, then divides it into four bowls. Reznor doesn’t like it and goes back to his trail mix, but House loves it and scarfs down Reznor’s portion. After dinner, sitting around the fire, a young red fox runs through the camp startling everyone. Reynolds’ pissed he didn’t have his phone out, but it’s all the rest of them can talk about till the sun goes down. Reznor pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and passes it around. Tommy gets drunk quickly and passes out in the lean-to on top of his sleeping bag. “Lightweight,” says Reznor. “Give it a rest,” House tells him. “He did good getting us here today.” Reznor looks at him in the campfire light. “I think there could have been an easier climb, is what I’m sayin’. Seems to me we did a lot more uphills than was necessary.” Reynolds takes a swig and passes the bottle to House. “As happy as I am on this trip,” Reynolds says, “I still feel bad for St. Anthony’s. Terrible reason to cancel a game because some of the team ends up in the hospital.” House grunts in agreement, and passes Reznor the bottle. Reynolds goes on: “I knew one of the guys that O.D.’d. Barclay. We went to the same Jersey summer camp when we were kids.” “Gave us a free weekend, didn’t it?” reasons Reznor. “Anyway, what kind of dealer laces coke with fentanyl? You gotta know your dealer. I heard he was just some random dude that someone knew that someone knew.” A branch cracks in the dark beyond the campfire. “What was that?” House jumps up with a stick. “Don’t yawl worry, big guy,” says Reznor. He starts to stand but wavers, deciding it’s better to keep close to the ground. “If that mister fox comes back to attack yawl, I’ll get him with this here bottle.” Reynolds snorts and leans back on his elbows. Looking up, clouds obscure the stars. He lays all the way back, watching the campfire light up the trees above where leaves flutter like a million dark butterflies. It only takes a minutes before he’s snoring in the dirt. “Probably good idea to get to the sleeping bag,” says House. He stumbles into the lean-to and passes out before he finishes unlacing his boots. Reznor watches the fire die with his back up against the lean-to’s deck. He hugs his bare knees for warmth, strokes the sparse strands of hair on his chin. A dimple emerges. There’s a rare hint of contentment to his smile, a subtle slip of his smug mask behind which most people never see. It’s not too much longer before the campfire is just red embers illuminating his unlined face. The coals blur. His eyes close. Tommy’s the first one up, too energetic for Reznor to deal with. He opens only one eye, not remembering how he made it to his sleeping bag. He watches Tommy bouncing around camp, gathering wood, building a small fire, mixing freeze dried eggs (the very thought makes him ill), and waits for someone else to get up. Reznor closes his one eye and turns over. House and Reynolds stir, and Tommy’s has instant coffee ready for them. There’s sugar and powdered milk if they want, he tells them. Reynolds tousles his hair and House grunts his appreciation as they accepts their steaming cups. Neither wants to talk until they have some caffeine in their system. After they’ve downed some eggs, they rouse Reznor, who groans half-asleep. “If even one of you even mention eggs, I swear, I will projectile vomit in your general direction.” Reznor does take the coffee, though. “You have redeemed yourself in my eyes, sir.” Tommy’s smile is so big it looks like his head’s about to split in half. After they break camp, Reznor says he’ll guide them back to the car. He’s sure he knows a faster way, he says, which won’t have as much climbing. The three others exchange dubious looks, but follow him down a path to the river. It’s somewhere around noon they realize they have no idea where they are. The sky’s overcast so they can’t get a fix from the sun which direction would point them to the trailhead. Reznor refuses to backtrack the way they came all morning since that would mean they’d be going back uphill. Besides, Reznor tells them, he’s sure all they have to do is follow the river and it’ll come out by Reynold's Prius. Tommy keeps his mouth shut but he’s pretty sure it’s a different river than the one they hiked along yesterday. By four o’clock, the sun’s broken through the clouds very low on the horizon. No one will say it, but they’re a little panicked. Reynolds suggests they make a fire to sleep around, then tomorrow go back the way they came. Reznor swears they’re close to the trailhead and convinces them to soldier on for one more hour. After the sun sets behind the mountain, dusk arrives quickly. In the gloom of the forest, crickets chirp in every direction. As night engulfs the four boys, the trail abruptly ends on a backcountry road. They hear men talking and yucking it up about twenty yards down the road. Four trailers, roughly in a square, are on the road’s far side. The boys pass some mud-caked trucks and a few old jeeps, gun racks and rifles in every vehicle. They peek around a trailer where a party seems to be going on. In the middle of the trailers there’s a campfire with a group of men in lawn chairs, sitting back, drinking clear liquid out of glass canning jars. The four boys look at each other. Reznor breaks off and comes up to the group of men. “Yawl excuse me, gentlemen.” The group is spooked by the unexpected appearance of an outsider. They lean forward in the chair staring at Reznor. He forces a smile. “My boys and I seem to have gotten lost and we were wondering if you could kindly tell us where we might have ended up.” Reznor counts nine men and two pit bulls that are growling. The lawn chair guys look at him with raised eyebrows. The pit bulls continue to snarl. “You hush.” One of the men with a scraggly grey beard yanks the leash he holds on the dogs. “Lost you say? You sound like a southerner boy.” “Yes, sir. That ah am.” Reznor really leans into his accent hoping to break the ice. “Micky-G,” a guy with a bowl haircut says to the scraggly bearded man. He’s got a very bushy, dark goatee that he strokes as he speaks. “Ask him what a southern boy’s doing this far up north? Boy must be wicked lost.” Some lawn chair guys chuckle, clanging glass jars on their aluminum armrests. “Well, sir,” Reznor says to the goateed man, “Ah attend Glastonbury College—that’d be a drive, I reckon, two hours south of here—but ma’ roots are from the Appalachian Mountains in the glorious state of Tennessee.” (Never mind Reznor’s from the swanky town of Belle Meade outside Nashville, and whose father is part owner of the Percy Warner Country Club.) The bushy goateed man’s eyes widen, impressed. “Yes, sir-ree,” Reznor goes on, “ma’ little dirt-spit of a town had a one room schoolhouse and ma’ teacher from first grade through high school was one Mrs. Irene Duckworth, and she took a shine to me from ma’ very first day. Made sure I had a scholarship the day I got my diploma. Her only stipulation being that I hightail it up north to one of those New England colleges she used to dream about. Bless-ed lady.” “Hey, Shamus,” calls out a younger guy with overlapping triple chins. He leans forward and his aluminum chair painfully squeaks. “Didn’t your Betsy have a Mrs. Duckworth at Willard Hollow Elementary?” Shamus, in a red MAGA cap, nods, and says, “Indeed she did. You, Furball, have quite the memory.” Reznor gulps. Having lifted so much of his fictional story out of Kyle Dupree’s real life, he hopes the tale he spinning isn’t overly familiar to this crowd. “’Cept that Mrs. Duckworth,” says red cap Shamus, “was an Ar-lene not I-rene as I recall. Hey, you fellas,” MAGA cap says to the three boys hovering a ways away. “Come on over here by the fire so we can get a better look at cha.” House leads the way, with Reynolds and Tommy trailing in his shadow. The old scraggly bearded guy, Micky-G, looks from House to Tommy, goes, “Well, now, you have got to be as big as he is small. How big you say you was fella?” House looks around the lawn chair men. “Uh, six foot seven.” “Yes, sir,” interjects Reznor, feeling he’s won over this crowd. “It’s why we call him house.” “Now why’s that, boy?” asks Shamus, pushing up his MAGA cap. “Um,” says Reznor, forcing himself to not roll his eyes. “Because he’s as big as one.” Shamus looks at Reznor confused. “Big as one what?” “I’m called House,” explains House, simply, “because I’m as big as a house.” Shamus takes a beat, then explodes into phlegmatic laughter. The other men rock in their lawn chairs laughing, too. A couple of them slap their thighs. “Big as a house!” repeats Shamus, before he hocks a loogie in the dirt. Reynold unobtrusively raises his camera, snaps a pic of these characters and, seeing he’s got a signal, posts it to his account. Under his breath he quietly sings the beginning of the Deliverance banjo song to House and Tommy: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” Reznor gives him a warning glare. “What’s that now?” a big bear of a man sporting a full black beard asks Reynolds. He’s at the far end of the circle, darkly outline beyond the campfire. “Was you singing the hillbilly song from that old movie?” “No, sir. I definitely was not singing the hillbilly song from that old movie,” Reynold says, pocketing his phone. “I question that, boy,” says the bear, leaning forward into the firelight. The top of his head is bald, but there’s a horseshoe of long black hair that hangs down to his shoulders. There’s an evil glint in his eye when he tells Reynolds, “You sure got a purty mouth.” Some of the lawn chair guys chuckle ominously. “That ring a bell? Tommy jumps in all friendly smiles. “We were just hoping you guys could just point us in the right direction. Like maybe where does that road go to?” He points to the road they came from. “Could we just follow it into some town? Hopefully one that’s close by?” A man with grey, wispy hair in a ponytail, set down his drink, and gets out of his chair. “Fellas,” he says to the circle. “I think these boys either come for our moonshine or our meth. Either way, I don’t think we outta let ‘em leave.” The lawn chair men rise and start humming darkly the dueling banjo song they seem to be all too familiar with: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” The four boys look at one another, then tear off down the road as fast as their hiking boots let them. Reynolds tosses off his backpack and double-times it straight ahead shooting past the others. Three men in camo hunting vests grab House and throw him against a rusted truck. In his struggles his backpack falls off during the melee. Tommy and Reznor right away are picked off by their backpacks, and are struggling as they’re returned to the campfire. Reznor continues trying to banter his way out of this jam. Two guys, ushering him on either side, relieve him of his backpack, then toss him into one of the lawn chairs. Tommy’s thrown into the chair next to him. Both their packs are deposited at their feet. They peer down the road where House punches one of the camo guys, but the other two throw themselves on top of him. It looks from Reznor and Tommy’s vantage point that they’ve got House pinned to the ground. But suddenly the two guys fly straight in the air and House escapes into the woods with the one guy he punched before in hot pursuit. The big bear with the black beard emerges from the shadows and looms over Reznor. He turns to the wispy ponytailed man, whose hair falls every which way after the altercation, and the triple chin young guy who’s never left his chair. “Lewis, Furball—park the little one in the woodshed. I’d like to have a word with my Appalachian buddy.” Furball and Lewis, putting his ponytail back in a hair tie, pluck Tommy up. Tommy toes never touch the ground as they escort him to the woodshed and lock him inside. Reznor’s eyes dart back and forth at the men around his chair. Two of the camo guys stumble in from the road out of breath. Five men and two pit bulls surround Reznor. Not good odds for getting away. Lewis and Furball return making his odds even worse. MAGA capped Shamus steps out of the shadows. “What are we gonna do with him, Frank?” Frank, the large bearded bear, says, “Like I said, we’re gonna start with a few questions, and then we’ll go from there.” Reznor looks around at the gathered men, then at Frank defiantly. “That’s a nice shiner you got, boy. How’d you get it?” Reznor smiles, friendly-like. “Ran into a door.” Frank smacks him with back of his hand hard enough to send him and the chair sideways. Lewis and Shamus bend down and right him. “Let’s start over. Pretend I’m dark Santa,” he tells Reznor. “’I know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sakes.” Reznor rubs his face. “Dark Santa. Got it.” Frank gets down on his haunches, eyes level to Reznor. “You really from Appalachia?” “No. Suburb outside of Nashville.” Frank nods. Smiles. “Dirt poor?” Reznor takes a moment. Frank cocks his head, waiting, his hand rising a bit. “No. Filthy rich.” Frank whacks him again spilling him out of the chair. “Fuck!” Reznor shouts, picking himself up. Furball helps him back into the chair. “What’d’ya do that for? That was the truth!” “Don’t know.” Franks shrugs. “Just felt like it.” He motions to the bushy goatee guy to bring him a chair. Goatee brings one over and Frank plops down in it—knees against Reznor’s. “What’s your name? And you best tell the truth. Dark Santa can tell.” Reznor scowls. “Reznor. Marlon Reznor.” Franks says, “I should whack you just on account of your name.” “Hey, I didn’t name me.” Frank smiles at him, then leans forward and puts his palms on Reznor’s bare thighs. He sniffs. The boy has a pleasant, clean scent—not like anyone from around here. His hands go an uncomfortable distance up Reznor’s shorts. He squeezes the boy’s muscular quads, feels something stir in him. “Now, Marlon, honest injun. You come for Micky-G’s hooch or you come for my top-shelf tina?” “Honest injun, we’re lost. All we want to do is get home.” Reznor’s jaw nervously clenches. He’s praying his eyes aren’t misting in front of this asshole. He’s pissed and scared at the same time, and Frank’s thumb is a hair’s breadth away from his metal cage—the last thing he wants exposed under these circumstances. “You know, Marlon? I actually believe you,” Frank says. “Indeed I do.” He looks around the huddled men. “But you can see we can’t let you leave, now that you know what we got cooking up here.” Reznor’s about to speak, but Frank pulls his hands from Reznor’s shorts, puts a grimy finger to the boy’s lips. “Now don’t say that you’ll never tell, or that you won’t give away our little secret. We’ve heard that before. Some of us even fell for it, ended up doing time because of it. Ain’t that right, Shamus?” MAGA cap says, “Damn straight.” “Ain’t that right, Dougie?” Dougie strokes his dark goatee, says, “Two friggin years, pardon my French.” “Ain’t that right, Micky-G?” “In the eighties, I served eleven months and they destroyed my still anyway, fuckin’ storm troopers,” says Micky-G. He’s brought over a glass jar filled to the brim. He still holds the pit bulls in his other hand. He hands the canning jar to Frank, who politely offers it to Reznor. “What is that,” Reznor says. “A peace offering, Marlon.” “I’ll pass.” “Not a request,” Dougie replies, pulling his goatee. Reznor scans the men around him. Looks at the woodshed containing Tommy. Sees an eyeball looking at him through a knot in the woodshed door. “Give it.” Frank gives him the jar and Reznor sips it. He immediately sprays it on the ground. The men around him laugh. “Smooth, huh?” says Frank, with a sneer. “Good as any Grey Goose in your daddy’s liquor cabinet, I bet. Ten times as butt-kicking. Go on again, ‘less you prefer Santa gives you a piece of coal.” Reznor steels himself, and takes a large swig. It burns all the way down his gullet. He opens his mouth silently, sticks out his tongue then bears his teeth. “Second gulp always goes down better,” Shamus snickers. Frank taps the bottom of the jar. Reznor lifts it to his lips and downs several gulps in a row. After swallowing he wildly shakes his head with his tongue hanging out. The men slow-clap his effort. “You really go to that college?” Dougie asks, as Reznor composes himself. Reznor nods. “C’mon now. Only a little left,” Frank says, pointing to the moonshine. Reznor feels the moonshine starting to impact him. The men double in number as his eyes cross. Maybe he’ll pass out and be out of this nightmare. He lifts the jar and finishes it, but then Shamus is right there, taking a cork out of a jug with his teeth, and refills his glass. “No,” Reznor says, forcing the canning jar on Frank. “I can’t. Nuh-uh. Nope. Negative. Nose-spray-Jose.” The group laughs. “Okay,” Frank says, accepting the jar. He puts his thick finger under Reznor’s chin. “So, Marlon, let me ask you. You really go to that Glastonbury College?” Reznor nods slowly so his brain won’t fall out. Frank goes on, “Kyle Dupree goes there. Know him?” “Besst friends,” Reznor says trying to minimize his slurring. “Team-mate. Good buddy. Gave me this here black eye.” Reznor points to the wrong eye, corrects himself. “This black eye.” He snorts a laugh at his mistake. Lewis pulls on his ponytail, says, “That sounds like our boy.” “Guy’s a douche.” Reznor’s head bobs forward beginning to fade. “Lightweight,” Frank says. To a couple of the men around him, he instructs, “Get him inside and strip him. Once he’s tied to the bed, Lewis, give him a big ol’ booty bump from the last batch. I don’t want to fuck a passed out drunk.” Lewis and Shamus grab Reznor under his arms and take him up the steps into Frank’s trailer. Reynolds and House, having circled back, silently crouch down in the bushes. They watch Frank take sips of Reznor’s rejected moonshine. Macky-G yanks his dogs’ leashes and leads them up the steps of the farthest trailer. House nudges Reynolds as the camo guy he punched comes back into camp. He’s talking to the other two, as Furball waves good night. They hear a truck sputter off. Frank looks at his trailer and throws a piece of firewood into the flames. A cascade of sparks fly up into the black night. He tosses the remains of the moonshine into the fire, where it explodes into a small fireball that poofs back his hair. Slowly he gets out of his chair, and climbs the steps of his trailer. “Who got a point?” Franks calls up into the trailer. Wayne opens the door for him, flips his ponytail. He hands him an orange cap syringe before shutting the door. *** “You catch all that?” House asks Reynolds. Reynolds whispers back, “Afraid so.” House gives him the once over. “Didn’t take you for the heroic rescue type.” Reynold snorts. “I’m not. Came back because this is the only place I get any bars.” Reynolds shows him his phone screen. House considers this. “Well, I’m thinking if we get Tommy out, the three of us can take on the rest of these hicks. Most of them are old or fat, or both.” "Are you nuts, man? They’ve gotta be loaded up the ass with weapons. They gotta fuckin’ meth lab! And this is Vermont, for Christ sake. Live free or die, and all that.” Reynolds scurries away from the bushes deeper into the woods. House mumbles to himself, “That’s New Hampshire, doofus.” He follows the light of the phone. Once he catches up to Reynolds, he’s incredulously. “You’re texting someone, now?” “Hang on.” Reynolds punches in a few numbers. “No. Calling.” After a couple of rings a voice says hello. “Dupree?” “Yes. Who’s this?” A beat. “Steve Reynolds? That you?” “Yes,” he rasps. “Why are you whispering? You’re the last person I’d ever thought I’d hear from.” “Dupree, where are you?” “I came home after the cancelled game. I’m sitting in my bedroom with my dog. To what do I have the privilege of this call?” “We got lost camping and stumbled on this backwoods hillbilly meth lab. And they’re about to rape Reznor.” There’s a long silence. “Dupree, you there?” “Yeah. Waldo, no, we’re not playing ball. Lay down. Good boy. Yeah, well, why call me? Shouldn’t you call the police or something?” “One: we don’t know where we are. Two: they said they know you?” “Who? The hillbilly meth guys?” “Yeah, this big Frank guy, and a Dougie. Who else House?” House whispers into the phone: “Lewis, Shamus, a Micky-G.” “Micky-G? You dopes. You’re at Micky-G’s still? Hoo-wee!” Hysterical laughter erupts from the phone. “You in the deep end of the pool, my friends! Deep doo-doo.” More laughter. “It’s not funny, asshole. Reznor’s about to get raped and Tommy’s probably next. House and I are out near their trailers, but … listen, you gotta get here and talk these bumpkins into letting them go. Stop laughing!” Besides the laughter, there’s barking coming from the phone. Reynolds cover the speaker worried someone’s going to hear it. Finally Kyle returns in a normal voice. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll ask my mom’s boyfriend to take me there. It’ll take a while though. There’s like four trailers together, right?” Reynolds confirms this. “Okay, whatever you do, do not try to stop them. They’ll string you up or shoot you. You do not want to mess with these guys. They might look like yokels, but they’ll drop you like a buck on the first day of deer season. You got it?” “Fuck Dupree. Get here as fast as you can!” Reynolds says. “Hurry,” House adds. There’s three beeps when Reynolds and House hang up. I reach across to the other twin bed in my room and scratch Waldo’s ears. I go in and ask Jacob to drive me to Micky-G and Frank’s camp. ASAP. I’ll explain on the way. He’s down with in, no questions, though my mom’s got plenty of them. I give her the short version saying my teammates got lost and we need to bail them out. So I might have exaggerated how dangerous those guys are. But I know those trailers house enough weapons to arm a small Latin American country. Strangers and guns are a bad mixed in these parts. And if Reznor takes one for the team, well, that’s karmic justice. I’m still kind of pissed at him for the sucker punch he threw. Honestly, those trailer guys are more formidable in a bowling alley than they are in a dark alley. Well, except Frank. Frank’s a special case, especially if he’s been partying. You wanna avoid Frank in that case. True story: One afternoon, Frank slams ‘bout half a gram of his product, and this gigantic brown bear, fresh out of six months hibernation, chooses to stroll into his camp. The bear’s ready to eat anything and everything, and can’t believe there’s this big fat meal standing in front of him. He roars, gets up on his two legs towering over Frank, gonna maul him to death and eat him—no doubt about it. And what does Frank do? Run away? Go get his shotgun? Nope. Frank, amped up as shit, picks up a nearby ax and with an even louder roar than the bear—swear on a stack of bibles—chops the animal right through his skull down to his nether regions, splits the fucker in one fell swoop right in two. Grisliest thing—pardon the pun—you ever did see. Yup, Frank is one bear you do not want to poke. My advice for Reznor: best let him do the poking. I mean, how bad could it be? *** To say Reznor wakes up naked, gagged, tied to a bed, would be incorrect. That’s because he never was exactly asleep, so technically he could never have woken up. Out of it, yes. He still is, but after something cold and wet squirts into his rectum, he’s been agitated ever since. Wired, drunk and now horny as fuck—it’s a weird combo. He pulls on the ropes that have him spread eagle on his stomach. The bare mattress he’s on is piss stained and strongly smells like it. He’s blurry-eyed looking around, straining to make sense of his surroundings. Staring at the wall ahead seems to ground him. Trying not to think about his dick straining against its cage doesn’t help. The faded blue walls at twelve o’clock gradual comes into focus. There’s a woman. It’s an old poster, torn, and tattered. It’s Sarah Palin in a red, white and blue bikini toting a rifle. Next to it is a black and white Dirty Harry movie poster. Clint Eastwood aims a 44 magnum at his head, with the words “Go ahead, make my day” surrounding the weapon. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise, then, that the wall to his right has racks and racks of guns: AK-47s, AR-15s, shotguns, rifles; wood grained, camouflaged, matte black metal. On his left, an open closet door with a chest of drawers inside, the top strewn with an assortment of handguns. He can only guess what fun stuff is inside those drawers. Behind him is the bedroom door, a light switch, and one more poster: a kitten dangling precariously from a rope under the words “Hang in there baby.” Spread eagle naked on a pee-stained mattress surrounded by an armory of firearms, and an inspirational kitten poster: Reznor thinks he must be in some absurdist’s idea of hell. This notion is confirmed when Frank enters the room. In the bright room his eyes are more menacing. He’s shirtless, two full sleeves of tattoos, both tits pierced with doorknockers, and a big belly hanging over his belt. His hair never ceases it seems. His black beard and long black hair meld into the fur that coats his shoulders and, as he closes the door behind him, Reznor sees fur that extends over every inch of his back. So why is Reznor’s dick still swelling painfully looking at this overly hirsute man, a sight that should revolt him? He’s not so deluded as to think his straight. C’mon, that would be crazy. it’s just a subject best put out of mind. In high school the Bible Club was, for lack of a better word, a God send. He enjoyed the girls in the club. They were perfect dating material, and in Tennessee, often the prettiest. Certainly demure, submissive, willing to “hold off” till marriage. The second God send came in the form of Coach Brandon’s required celibacy. It concentrated all those raging hormones on one thing, and one thing only: winning! So far he found he could have it all: he was rich, cool, hip, smart, very handsome, a drop-dead body, killer six-pack abs, a broad chest, chiseled jaw. He’d do him if he could. So why the straining inside his cage for the hairy ape? It’s the booze and drugs they pumped in him, he decides, that’s driving this perverse desire. Frank kneels in back of him on the bed. He slips a hand between Reznor’s legs and rumbles a deep belly laugh as he fondles Reznor’s chastity device. “The boys told me, but I had to see for myself,” Frank says, “you perverted little pig.” He flips Reznor over, which strains Reznor’s limbs as his arms and legs cross over. “And not a hair on you.” He bends over and sucks on one of Reznor’s tits. Reznor struggles, but this causes Frank to more fiercely suck and then to bite his nipple. He runs his tongue under each of Reznor’s smooth arm pits, then down his broad chest and tight abs. Frank grabs the metal cage, speaking to it. “How you doin’ in there, little guy?” He runs a finger along the metal strips, gliding a coarse finger over the area of skin he can touch. It stimulates Reznor and causes him immense discomfort as his prick desperately wants to enlarge but can’t. “Would you look at that? A whole bunch of drool coming out of your little guy. Hate to tell you, bud, but you sprung a bad leak.” He laughs as he runs his thumb over the tip of Reznor’s dick, making Reznor wag his head back and forth in agony. He moans loudly behind the cloth knotted around his head. He bites on the gag, saliva trailing over his cheeks. “Guess I don’t have to give you a reach-around, bud,” Frank says, flipping Reznor back on his stomach. “It’s all about daddy.” Reznor hears Frank’s belt being unbuckled, pants unzipped, boots being kicked in the corner. Naked, Frank’s large, hairy thighs plop next to Reznor’s head. Reznor watches Frank uncaps a needle and sticks it in his arm. There’s an instance of swirling blood in the vial, then Frank flushes a shitload of pure methamphetamine into his body. His head rocks back for a second before he’s suddenly back up on his feet. “Fuck, yeah,” he yells, then smacks Reznor’s ass. “Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna rip your ass till it’s wider than the Grand fucking Canyon.” Reznor feels a wet liquid running down his butt crack. “This works out, I just might keep you as my new pet.” Frank’s knees push Reznor’s legs apart. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, make you my whore. That booty bump doing it for you, boy? I can give you more. I could make you good twenty-four seven. Keep you on a leash tied up here in this room. Keep you high and happy the rest of your days. Make you into a slammin’ meth whore. What’d’ya say?” Suddenly, Frank’s cock rams up his ass straight up to his balls. The pain makes Reznor scream, though it’s muffled by the gag. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s good, that’s good, that’s very good,” says Frank as he’s humping him. He fully pulls out so he can fuck Reznor’s ass again and hear him scream. Reznor bites down on the cloth in his mouth, breathing so rapidly he on the verge of hyperventilating. His rag’s overflowing saliva. Frank pulls out leaving just the tip of his fat cockhead in his hole. He teases him, only giving him his cock’s first inch over and over. Franks rushing and caught in this hypnotic, pleasurable loop. It’s got to be the booty bump, because, unbelievably, Reznor’s slowly willing to open up for the man as he teases him. He even starts to crave more than an initial inch. Unable to stop himself, Reznor pushes up just a little of his hole up to Frank. It's too small to see but Frank senses it in his cock, like a cobra senses the smallest movement of a rodent. Reznor’s stops clenching his sphincter for a second, and Frank snaps out of his spell and strikes, his entire cock rams back in up to the hilt of the boy’s hole. Who’s to say the cobra doesn’t enjoy the mouse’s shriek. Again and again, Reznor’s in pain and screeching. Frank laughs, enjoying alternately teasing the boy’s hole then destroying it. “Boy, you’ve had got the sweetest butthole I have ever fucked.” Frank stops momentarily, with his cock fully up Reznor ass. In a conflicted haze, Reznor doesn’t know what to expect, or even what he wants, but he begins feeling heat deep inside his colon. Hot piss starts sputtering out his ass. As Franks relieves himself, he whispers his continual blathering in his ear: “Oh, yeah. Every morning this is how we’ll start. Relieving my morning piss in your sweet little hole. Love this hole. Poz you up. Love your sweet little boy hole. But I’m gonna see that it don’t stay that way. No. You hear me? Yeah,” he says, pumping away inside Reznor’s body. “I want my pussy boy to have a big sloppy man cunt. Big hanging lips. Pull out your innards. Give you a big prolapse. Fuck that prolapse. Eat that prolapse. I know you want that. Don’t you want that, boy?” Reznor’s confused. The meth and moonshine follow these babbling words. His constricted cock wants it, too. But there’s a part of him rejecting, fighting these ideas flowing in his ear. It’s his respectability, his sense of self that has him repeating no through his gag. Frank becomes aware of what Reznor’s saying quietly under his gag. He pulls out and smacks Reznor’s ass hard. “Don’t you contradict me, boy.” He rams his cock back in, pulling up Reznor’s hips so he can rapid-fire fuck him. “Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want me to cunt you, ram my foot all the way up your ass, all the way to your fuckin’ throat.” Talking to him like this, Frank is trying to get his cock back as hard as it was. He’s semi-flaccid but still inside Reznor. “Tell daddy what he wants to hear. Tell daddy.” “Fuck! You!” Reznor yells through his gag, his last attempt to cling to his ego. Frank abruptly pulls out. Gets off the bed. Reznor hears him pick up his pants and rip out his belt. Frank then wails on Reznor’s ass, striking him repeatedly. Reznor’s ass is on fire, flailing around the mattress trying to avoid being struck. “Don’t you disrespect me,” he says, repeatedly whipping Reznor. “Don’t. You. Ever. Disrespect. Me!” Each time letting the belt fly, taking chunks out of Reznor’s butt cheeks. In an uncontrollable rage, he screams, “I will fucking kill you if you ever speak to me that way again, you hear me?” He stops belting him. Hysterical crying comes from the mattress. He whips Reznor’s bleeding ass once more to get an answer. “I said, did you hear me?” “Yes, I hear you,” Reznor sobs, as articulate as he can through the wet cloth. The area below his face is drench in tears, drool, and snot. His tortured butt burns. He tries to suppress his sobs but loses the battle. “You going to be good?” Frank asks him, a little calmer now, out of breath. Reznor quickly nods his head, says, “Mm-hm, I’ll be good.” There’s a long silence. No movement, only heavy breathing. Somehow it’s more terror-producing than the beating. He’s not sure what the maniac will do next. But then he feels the rope around one of his ankles untie, then the other. He looks in front of the bed and sees naked Frank, one big coat of black fur, lowering himself until he’s eye to eye. He unties his gag. Reznor sniffs back mucus. “You understand why I beat you?” Frank’s face is all shamefully contrite. He wipes Reznor’s tears with a thumb. “Yes, sir. I understand.” It’s the first time he breathes freely in a while. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but you made me.” Reznor nods, even as silent tears keep flowing. Frank’s all calm reason. “I’m going to untie you, boy, and I want to see proper gratitude from you. You understand what I’m saying,” he says, stroking his hard on. Reznor sniffs again and nods. “Good. All right then.” Frank unbinds his arms. Reznor curls into a ball holding his knees and gently rocks. “Gratitude, I said, boy.” Frank’s on the bed, kneeling next to Reznor’s head, his erection an inch away from Reznor’s mouth. “Show daddy how grateful you are when he shows you mercy.” He brushes his cock against Reznor’s lips. Reznor opens his mouth and accepts Frank’s member. He runs his tongue over his drooling cockhead as Frank keeps pushing it further into his mouth. Lying on his side he sucks the man, as a palm in back of his head pushes him forward, the cock going deeper into his throat until he retches. Frank immediately pulls out and smack Reznor across the face. Reznor curls up again, while Frank verbally rages at him. The slap makes Reznor think faster now. He loudly pleads for forgiveness, realizes he needs to get on the floor, must kneel before Frank. He spreads Frank legs and starts sucking him in earnest, swirling his palm around the man’s fat member and tonguing him deeper and faster. Frank spits up pre-cum like a geyser the more submissive he gets. He licks his shaft and is pushed down to lick his hairy balls. Frank leans back, spreads his cheeks and tells him to get to work on his asshole. Reznor suppresses his desire to puke at the man’s acrid smell, and pulls his legs down so he can get back to dick sucking. On his elbows, Frank watches with pleasure having the pretty sandy-haired boy bob up and down on his cock, pushing his face into his black patch of pubes, grabbing his head, pushing it down. On the verge of gagging a second time, fearing what that will lead to, Reznor makes a decision. He clamps down his teeth as hard as he can. He’ll castrate this fucker if that what it takes. Frank jumps up roaring in pain, holding his bloody crotch. It takes a moment for the men outside to realize it’s Frank who yelling. Lewis and Shamus along with two of the camo men crash into the bedroom. They witness Frank, his dick bloody but still attached, beating the living shit out of Reznor. Frank’s in a frenzy, knocking Reznor’s head repeatedly against the Dirty Harry poster until he breaks through the trailer’s plaster wall. After Reznor's fallen, he starts kicking him. The four men restrain Frank on the bed to stop him from killing the kid. They keep him there until he regains some of his sanity. Frank assures them he’s okay, and runs into the bathroom to treat his more than injured pride. Reznor wakes up—this time actually awakens after Frank beats him unconscious. He’s cold. Aware enough to realize he’s still naked, outside, the wind blowing over him on a chilly October night. This time he’s upright, standing, or more accurately, hanging by his arms, spread eagle in the middle of a group of empty lawn chairs. The campfire’s last embers smolder, providing little warmth. What light there is comes from the surrounding trailers’ windows. A few remaining men from earlier in the evening mill about. No Frank in sight. His face heavily beaten, mouth swollen, caked blood under his nose, Reznor speaks slowly like a thousand year old man coming out of a thousand year sleep. “Might,” he says, feeling his jaw might be broken, “one of you gentlemen, please, be so kind, as to untie me?” They look fearfully in back of him. “My boys know better than that,” says a familiar deep voice coming up behind him. Frank comes around Reznor’s side, ducks under the rope. He’s in jeans, boots and a dark wool sweater now. “You are strung up,” he says pointing to the beam above him, “where we usually skin our deer.” Reznor’s struggling to come back to full consciousness, hindered by moonshine and meth, and now overlaid by pain. If he doesn’t move, the pain is bearable. He finds his legs are stuck apart, tied to stakes in the ground. But there’s something niggling at the edge of his consciously, something terrifying if he looks straight at it. He refuses to look at it. But as he’s beginning to take in his environment and his situation, he’s aware that while Frank points to the beam above his head, what he’s pointing with is a chainsaw. Frank pulls the cord and the chain saw whirs to life. Frank gives it a few good revs, until he sees comprehension and then, finally, what he’s after, absolute horror in Reznor’s face. Frank lets the chainsaw idle to a soft purr. “You know,” Frank says, walking up to him, “in olden times, when someone tried to kill the king and missed the mark, do you know what they’d do to that person?” Reznor’s piss flows through his chastity cage puddling in the dirt. “Do you know what drawn and quartered means?” Reznor sobs. Shaking. Frank puts his face inches from Reznor’s, both hands on the chainsaw’s handle that, for the moment, pointing to the ground. He gives a few revs, then tilts the spinning blade up between Reznor’s legs so he feels its breeze. Revs it loudly. “I asked you a question, boy,” he shouts over the machine. He opens the throttle to a full roar. “Do you even remember my fucking question anymore!?” To be continued…

When I first pozed I did not go on Meds right away because I wanted the full poz experience. I kept going to saunas a lot and although I had been a bottom since I started having sex, now the idea of breeding a hole with my dirty load started to make me really horny. I was still taking as many loads as I could but now, after taking a few loads, I was getting a big hard-on and felt the urge to find a hole and unload. I would then rest and start over. When I stayed all night I would usually unload into 3-4 holes in between taking loads. On one of the bareback sites I met another total bottom who had recently pozed and like myself, was also feeling the urge to stealth holes at the sauna. He was in Montreal so we would meet at the sauna GI-Joe and pretend we were a couple afraid to get infected with STIs. After each of us taking some loads and when we were ready to unload, we then hunted for a nice hole so we could both breed the hole, one after the other. We would walk together into a bottom's room and start playing with his hole. My buddy had a great 9" uncut cock which we used to convince someone to go bareback. We would say that although we love anal, we only do oral at the sauna because of STIs. Some would eventually accept us fucking them bareback because they felt that we were careful and could be trusted. I would go first because I wanted my buddy to spread my dirty load in his hole and then he would add his own.

Something I forgot to talk about in the story was one type of bottom that was our best target. We loved it when some bottom would ask us "Are you clean?" because it probably meant he was HIV- and concerned about HIV. Obviously our answer was always "Yes, we are clean" but because it pissed us off the way he asked, we wanted his negative hole. We would play a game such as "Oh, man, not sure if we can fuck you bareback because we don't know you". Our hesitation would give the bottom confidence and we would eventually both breed him. It was hot leaving his room knowing both our dirty load are in his hole.

My bedroom today. Three loads to the same guy. I usually have to pee between orgasms or I can't come again even if I can fuck. On rare occasions I can stay hard after the first orgasm and continue to fuck. I dubbed this guy a unicorn cause not only did I stay hard and continue to fuck, but I came a second time! Then I dubbed him the King of the Unicorns when I came a third time without peeing between orgasms. That has NEVER happened before!

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

This isn't mine, but wanted to share it and please if you know who produce this text let me know so i will put her proper credit , xxx This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on. 1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation. The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable. Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy 's like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn't, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner. 2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after. Chastity is another way. This is better longterm and for training. Just like other males, white sissys have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you. If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key. During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week. 3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can't do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they're really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum. 4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the "point of no return" will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice. Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps "sissy slut", "Emily", "BBC Owned". You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy. The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside. 5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fk toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.

from my personal POZ archives =============================================================== I got to the Baths around 5 p.m. and started breeding almost immediately. I lost track of how many, but I know I shot at least half a dozen Loads, including a couple in a Bottom who was one of my regulars. They were all hot Fucks, but the last one was an almost spiritual exercise. That would never have happened a month ago, but I've become addicted to Gifting. Now I'm a Man on a Mission. It was almost 3 a.m.; and I was dead tired, but determined to spew my Venom into one more Pussy. After several passes through the corridors and Maze, I found my Mark. He was on hands and knees in his room, Butt in the air, Lube on the mattress, and no Condoms in sight. I invited myself in and fingered his Hole. It was dry. I would be his first Load of the night. I love shoving my Dick into a Butt full of Jizm—the World's Best Lube—but being first gave me the chance to stretch and tear his Hole so that my POZ Bug could work it wonders. Absolutely Awesome! Before I could mount his Ass, though, Mark moved his hot wet mouth to my huge Pig Nips and began sucking and chewing. Fuckin' Fabulous! Most guys go right for the Dick, but my Nips are even more sensitive than my Cock, and getting them pulled and twisted gets me even harder. After a bit I pulled up his head and pushed my tongue into his tonsils. We frenched like there was no tomorrow. The Chemistry was there, and I knew this was going to be ONE REALLY GREAT FUCK—one which would make it easier for me to Honor My Commitment. Mark was a white lad, early 20s, slim and lightly muscled—no Twink, but close to it, who was gonna get a Load of Daddy's POZ Jizm. I'm 41, Latino, 5'10", almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and a PURPOSELY POZZED NEG who was about to REPLICATE THE RITUAL. "Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! I need your fucking Dick SOOOOO BAD!" I flipped him over and hoisted his slender, shaven legs to my shoulders and my Dick was drooling Slime on his Pussy when the goddamned Mark whipped out a Condom. Fuckin' Tease! Had it been earlier, I would have stormed out of there in pursuit of other Prey, but late as it was, I didn't want to take the chance of cummin' up with nothin'. So in one fell swoop I shoved my bare Dick up to the Pubes in Mark's Rectum. His looseness and my ease of penetration convinced me the Queen had been around the block before and whetted my appetite to put him out of his misery. As the element of surprise succumbed to the discomfiture of unlubed Coitus, I suspected Mark had gleaned my motivation—the way he struggled. It took all of my strength to pin him down. He tried to push me off, but I proved by far the stronger. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers." I held him tight as his Hole ripped and tore before my rapacious Onslaught. "BAREBACK ONLY!" He grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, Bitch, you know you want it! A minute ago you were begging me to screw you! You know you fuckin' need it!" But, clearly, he was having second thoughts , so I tried to be more tactful. "Come on, Baby. Take Daddy's Dick. You know you want It. You got a real sweet Pussy there, and Daddy wants to make both of us feel good." A little flattery—and Mark was babbling like a baby. "Oh God, Daddy, I need your Cock in me so bad! Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Mark worked my Nips moaning like a Bitch in Heat. My Dick was rock hard, partly due to the unlubed friction of his Hole, but mainly because I'd contemplated POZZING his Dumb Ass. The guy was NEG--or thought he was—if he wanted me to use a Rubber. I strove harder to remove all doubt as to what happens to a fuckin' horny Bareback Bottom at the Tubs. "I'm gonna seed your Pussy, Boy, know that? You're gonna get Daddy's Charged Cum deep in your Ass. That's what you really want, don't you, you fuckin' Bitch? You want Daddy to seed and breed you like the fuckin' Little Whore you are." "Oh yeah, Daddy! That's what I want! I want you to fuck me! But please, Daddy, PULL OUT before you Cum. P-U-L-E-A-S-E !" Fucking Little Fool! Was he for real? Did he really think I'd pass up the opportunity to POZ his stinkin' Butt? Long as I live, I'll never understand these simple-minded Faggots who think they can bareback night after night and stay NEG. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting Daddy's Dick and Load, just like you deserve It. Get ready, Boy, cause I'm gonna breed your Ass!" He just kept moaning and pushing up to meet my thrusts. "HERE IT CUMS, QUEER BOY! Here Cums Daddy's Creamy Seed infiltratin' your NEG Pussy! Goddamn, yeah, Motherfucker! I'm spraying my Stud Juice deep up your Hole, R-I-G-H-T T-H-I-S M-O-M-E-N-T !" Walking around almost an hour before I met this Kid, obsessing about this very special moment, I'd worked up a helluva Charged Load. I juiced the whole inside of his Pussy with POZ Seed, so much so my Balls spasmed over and over and I thought I'd never stop shooting. I shoved my tongue deep down his throat and thrust my hips against his fragile body, intent on planting so much goddamned Virus in his Gut he'd taste It in his Gullet. I kissed him passionately, telling how good he felt, determined to massage my Venom into his Ass Walls and from there into his Capillaries. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh, Daddy," he kept chanting, too shocked or awed, or maybe both, to do anything but lie there and take It as the devastation of his Stupid Faggot Body commenced. I couldn't remember when I'd experienced such an Orgasm, but it was past; and suddenly I wanted out of there in the worst way, and the Mark I'd just bred seemed SOOOOO REPULSIVE. I wondered if he'd Cum, but then I realized I didn't give a Shit.

The Old Cemetery Chapter One Growing up in this town drove me absolutely insane. It was worse than living in a small town where everyone knew your business and gossiped about it to everyone. Luckily, my deepest darkest secret was hidden from everyone. Welcome to Madison, home of the Fighting Trojans. I’m Cole, son of Thomas and Mary. I am eighteen and I just graduated high school. I went to a private religious school most of my life, due to the fact that mother and father both taught there. I was sheltered most of my teen years, no internet, church every Wednesday night and twice on Sunday. I don’t think I lived during my teens, I existed. Everything changed one hot summer day in July. I was out riding my bicycle, the only transportation I had, and needed to piss like a son of a bitch. (Yeah, I don’t adhere to the my religious up brining) I soared into Mac’s filing station, the oldest building in the town. Faded blue paint lined the building, dirty white brick, rust on pretty much everything. It was the only gas station and repair shop in town. I leaned my bike against the dirty brick wall on the side of the building. I pulled the handle on the rusty metal door and opened it. It creaked loudly as it swung open. As I stepped in the first thing that hit me was the odor. It was a musky piss smell with a little body odor mixed in. I moved into the half darkened room, one of the florescent lights was out and the other was blinking as it slowly died. I moved toward the stall, slowly opening the door, and going in. I was in almost complete darkness in the stall. I pulled my shorts down in the front and pulled out my cock and balls. As my hot piss splashed into the bowl, I looked around at all the graffiti on the walls. Fuck, some people are just nasty in this town (something I would learn quickly). Then I noticed it. A hole in the wall about the size of a soft ball. I could see light coming through it. What the fuck? I heard a loud voice outside the door. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and sat on the dirty toilet seat. My eyes were glued on the hole in the wall. I held my breathe as the metal door creaked open. “Fuck man, the place will be filled tonight” the deep voice said. I recognized it as Mac’s. I slowly bent forward to look through the hole. I could see the urinal on the other side and Mac stepping forward. “I know what you mean fucker. I haven’t shot a load out in weeks. My cock is itching to get up some holes and shoot until my balls are dry.” I watched as his free hand unzipped his dirty, blue overalls. His hand moved as in slow motion, zipping from his chest down past his crotch. I was sweating, not from the heat, but from being turned on. My cock was quickly growing between my legs. I watched as his meaty hand reach inside and hulled out his thick veiny cock and his balls. “I hope there is a hot little virgin hole there tonight. We haven’t had one since we took both of little Eric Stevens’ cherries.” he said, “I can still hear him squealing as I entered his fuck hole for the first time..” I watched as his piss flowed out of his big mushroom head. My mind raced with images of trying to figure out what was talking about. As I watched through the hole, I could see his cock getting fatter and longer. “Fuck, my cock is getting hard thinking about this. I knew when Principal Jones said he had planted the seed in Eric’s ear about the Old Cemetery, he would show and it would be fucking.” I watched as he wrapped his hairy hand around his cock and slow started to stroke it. I did the same to mine, imitating him. “My cock sure did open that fuck hole of his. Planted his first gift and introduced him to the fucking sleazy side to the hell hole town” My mind was quickly filling up with questions. Was there more to this town other than boredom and religion. “I have to stop or I am going to stroke out a load right here. Yeah, I’m in the crapper at work stroking.” I watched through the hole as he bent his knees slightly and put his hard cock and balls back in his overalls. “Fuck man, that mausoleum tonight is going to be fucking hot. I will clean out my hole. I’m due for a recharge.” He turned and walked out the metal door into the summer heat. I pulled my shorts up over my hard cock and headed out to. As I jump on my bike to head home, I heard Mac shout. “Hey Cole, wanna cold one?” “Sure Mac, that would be great,” I replied, “Thanks” I rode over to him and he handed me a cold soda. “It’s a hot one today,” he said as his free hand grouped his hard cock in his overalls. I pedaled as fast as I could to get back home, hearing him laugh as I did. Then he shouted, “Make sure that boy hole is clean and ready” Fuck, he must have known I was in the stall. My heart raced as the thoughts and fear of my parents finding out echoed in my head, but was soon replaced by curiosity

#1 - it is amazing how difficult it is to find serious people. I post an ad seeking so and so etc etc, i get a handful of responses, we talk back and forth no problem and then.... never hear from them again. #2 - Last night I decided to be more aggressive with my seeking post and just laid it all out there. What im looking for, what i want to do, and i put LOOKING TO DO THIS NOW, TODAY WEDNESDAY APRIL 6TH. Got a very promising response from a guy with a VERY hot 9 inch cock. Alot bigger than I had in mind for my first time, but guys let me tell you, if you saw the pictures he sent me of it, i almost jerked off and came in my pants. Its a beautiful cock! Straight out 9 inches, nice size head, thick veins, large piss hole. He is aware i have no experience with men/cock. Talked back and forth, hes hosting and is only 35 min from me. Set to meet at 1030. Ill let u know how it goes!

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Introduction Normally I write gay erotica but I wanted to try my hand at straight sex erotica to expand my horizons. Chapter 1: Stay Away Growing up I was always told to stay away from one of my cousins. Never understood why though. When I was 18 or 19 I would visit her at work and chat for a little bit. Before leaving I always gave her a kiss on her forehead. A couple of years later I got married and so did she and we lost touch with each other. Fast forward several years and I ran into her and her husband at Walmart with their kids. We chatted briefly but for some reason my wife at the time got pissed off. Several more years go by and while having dinner with friends my cousin is our server. She rubbed my back while chatting with us and all I wanted to do was fuck her right then and there. Not long after my wife asked for a divorce. Well a couple of nights after that my cousin was staying with my mom so after I got off work I went over there to visit her since my mom's place was a 10 second walk from my front door. Tina, my cousin, opened the door and we went in her room and chatted for a bit. Now Tina is sassy which I love. Well on this particular night for some reason she decided she thought she was a badass after leaving taekwondo class. She takes her stance and before I knew it we were kissing. Her kiss had me rock hard. We looked into each other's eyes and we both knew what we wanted. We got undressed and started eating her out. She had to be quiet as not to wake my mom. Once she was ready I slid my cock into my cousins pussy. I didn't fuck her but rather I made love to her. She was the greatest woman I had ever made love to. I brought her to orgasm which shocked her because no other man ever had. It wasn't long until I started coming deep inside my cousins pussy. We laid there for a few minutes not really saying much. We finally got up and got dressed so I could head home where my soon to be ex wife was waiting. Stay tuned for the continuing saga.

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At dinner i told him what happened at the clinic. He said he was proud on me holding off from letting another man fuck me. He said he knows how wet and horny i get and am such an easy fuck. I told him it was difficult but that i wanted to please him my Daddy and i wanted to have his and only his baby. He smiled and leaned over and kissed me softly. I opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue and grabbed his hard cock. Me reciting the story must have made him horny. I pushed his seat back and turned my back to him while holding on to his mammoth meat and sat on his cock and rode him. His cock felt so good in me. It was just the pleasure of feeling him so deep in me or the way he stretched my pussy but it made me emotionally feel complete of being filled by him and his seed. I kept riding him. He could tell my legs were getting tired so he picked me up and put me on the couch while still keeping him in me and then started to pound my ass. "Feels good doesn't it. I bet you were so wet at the clinic and horny. You needed Daddy's cock in you didn't you my little whore", he said "Ohhhh yes, my pussy was so wet i wanted to get fucked so bad. I am such a slut now. Its hard for me to refuse getting fucked. You've turned me into a total whore Daddy, I hope i am making you happy.", i moaned back "Yes you are. This is only the beginning. I am going to make you into a total slut and whore.", he said pounding me After a 10 minute solid pounding he finally nutted another load into me. He pulled out and i cleaned him up. I went into the bedroom to get my plug to keep his baby juice in me. We finished dinner and then watched some TV and talked. I told him i was excited to start school next week and that the college would help me find a job. He told me that would be good and healthcare is a good field to be in. We went to bed as we were both tired from a long day. Daddy had errands to run before work so he left the house early. When i woke up i went online to check my test results and in came back inconclusive. I texted Daddy and he said not to worry it would happen. I went out and did some shopping for supplies for school and some groceries. I also stopped by an adult gay store to pick up some outfits. I was feeling a little sad about the results and needed to feel sexy. I got home put the stuff away and got dressed up. I put on some male black sheer stockings, a light blue satin thong and a tan tight camisole that showed my hard nipples. I also put on light eye shade and a bit of mascara. When Daddy got home i was at the door on my knees. I pulled down his zipper and started sucking his huge cock. "Ohhh my boy is all horny for Daddy's cock huh. Good boy", he said I sucked on his huge meat and sucking on his huge balls too. He got out of his pants and pulled me up lifted me and kissed me deep, our tongues entwined in each others. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to our bed. He threw me down on the edge of the bed, pulled out the butt plug and while standing at the bottom of the bed he put my legs on his shoulders and rammed into me. I yelped as his cock is still huge but once deep in me i started moaning like a total slut begging him to pound the shit out of me and mark me with his seed. He was ramming me hard and fast. It hurt as was fucking me really hard but i didnt care cause it also felt so good to be filled by his manhood. He ripped my stocking off and starting sucking my feet and toes which drove signals up my spine. He fucked me like that for a while then threw me higher up on the bed flipped me over and sat on my ass and stuck his meat in me. I spread my legs to make it easier for him to get it all in me and he rode me like a bitch in heat pounding my ass. I tried to lift up to meet his thrust but him sitting on me kept me down. I swear i felt his cock in my stomach at this angle and it felt so good. He fucked me on the bed for the next half an hour taking me in many positions. My favorite was missionary with my legs wrapped around his waist trying to pull all of him in me. Our tongues dancing and we kiss and feeling not just his huge cock in me but his body on me felt so incredible and so right. He kept in me stroking my prostate and my 2nd ring i was in bliss and couldn't hold out and i screamed i was cumming and squeezed his cock with my pussy muscles which send him into a frenzy shooting jobs of hot poz cum into my pussy. We stayed like that for another 30 minutes just making out and him grinding his seed in me. When he finally pulled out he removed my cock cage and plug and cum drooled out of my hole. He went down and suck me good suddenly fingering me with first 1 then 2 and finally his whole fist in me. My head fell back my back arched and i tried to push and offer myself to him and get more of his hand in me. He fisted me, scraping my inside, wrecking my prostate and pushing his seed deep in me. He was trying to massage all his cum into the liking of my wrecked cunt. I was in heaven. He kept pushing more of his arm in me and i kept pushing back on him to take more. "Your cunt is so hungry isn't it my whore", he said It was so true, i was driven my the desire of my cunt to be filled and take anything i can get in me. It was both a mental and physical high to be filled. After a while of being fisted i finally came again into his mouth but shooting 6-7 spurts into his mouth. It felt soo good as i haven't shot that much cum in a long while. After a while of just massaging my hole he finally pulled out fist and gave it to me to clean up with my mouth. I also went down on him and cleaned his semi hard cock that still had cum leaking out of it. It was 7p and it was too late for me to finish dinner so we grabbed some burger at the local joint via the drive thru. I went into the car dressed as it. Daddy told me no use dressing up as we would be staying in the car. I looked in the car mirror and my eye shadow smeared a bit and my mascara had run. I wiped up some cum off my cheek. My top was partially ripped, socking ripped but still on my thighs and my panties were also tattered. We go to the drive thru and ordered. When we got to the window Daddy paid. As we were waiting for our food he told me to pull down my panties to the mid thigh and lift my ass of the seat. I did and he suck his finger into my hole and he pulled me down with his finger. "Ride my finger with your wet pussy", he said I slowly gyrated my hips riding his finger. "Hi sir sorry for the wait......ohhh", the drive thru person said He could see my panties, pink cock cage and my gyrating on Daddy's finger. My seat was slightly reclined so i could see his face. He was a cute 19 or 20 year old. "Your food isn't ready yet. Park in stall #1 and I will bring it out when its ready", he said We drove and parked. Daddy reached over and started to play with my nipples and added another finger in my wet cunt. I hungrily sucked up his second finger. Daddy pulled out his cock and i went over and went down on him taking his huge meat in my throat. Five minutes later we heard a knock on the window. "Sorry to interrupt sir. Here is your food.", the clerk said staring at me and Daddys huge cock as i pulled off him. I smiled back at him and started stroking and licking the head of Daddy's cock. "Thank you for bringing our food out. Do you see anything you like", Daddy said to the clerk The clerk shifted what looked like a hard cock. Daddy pulled his fingers out of my ass and presented it me to lick. The clerk just stared as i licked them slowly and teasing. "Get in the back slut", Daddy said I climbed in the back seat and got in the footwell on my knees. "Why don't you get in the back for a quicky. Cmon i can see you are interested.", Daddy said to the clerk He paused them jumped in the back seat. The parking stall was off to the side and in a dark area of the parking lot. When the clerk got in i pulled down his pants and took his good sized cock in my mouth. He smelled of sweat and sucked him all the way into my throat. "Ohhh that feels soo good. I thought you were a woman at first with your outfit but ohhhh yeah", he leaned his head back and moaned "He sucks cock better than a woman doesnt he", Daddy said "Ohhhh yea. His pussy good?", the clerk moaned "Not tonight but maybe another night", Daddy said. I was really good and in another minute he shot 6 huge spurts of cum in my mouth. I swirled it around his cock and swallowed. After he calmed down he pulled up his pants and stared at me. "You are so sexy and beautiful", he said "Thank you", i responded and leaned into kiss him. He kissed me back and then opened the door quickly and said he had to get back to the store. I got back in the front seat and Daddy kissed me. "Good boy" We drove back home and ate our dinner.

3 places spring to my mind: 1. In the grounds of an abandoned hospital 2. In a hut in a disused quarry 3. In the bed of a friend's parent's house (Not with a member of that family, met a guy in a public toilet who said he had somewhere we could go to play. He took me to the house & told me he was looking after it while they were on holiday. Walked past my friend's room (where I had hung out on numerous occasions) into the master bedroom where he spent a few hours breeding my hole. Never told him I also knew the owners!)

Sex was fast but oh-so-HOT! My 30 yr vers Vietnamese pigson came over to my place after work. We got to eat other's holes out. He fucked and seeded me in short order with a 3-day load! I cleaned off his cock and he felched a bit of his load out of my hole for me to have a taste. YUM! He got me hard by sucking my cock. A few fingers up my hole does it every time to blast a good-sized load down his throat. I will sleep well this night!

dan and scotty need to make a reappearence.... 😛

I ran some errands and then went home, changed clothes and began cooking dinner. When Daddy got home he came into the kitchen and we kissed. I turned back to the sink to continue prepping dinner and he came back and nuzzle behind me with his bare cock now at my panties and his hands roaming my nipples, my balls while his lips lay wreck to my neck. "How could i resist you dressed like such a whore for your Daddy", he said in my ear I leaned back into him and push my ass grinding on his cock. Yes i was dressed like a whore. I often try and dress sexy for my Daddy at the end of the day. I want to look good for him. When i came home i changed into light lace pink gstring panties. And when I came home i also put on the nipple suction cups to expand my nipples and right before Daddy got home i put on nipple clamps with weights. He when down ripped off my panties and then started eating my hole. "Ohhhhh Daddy", i moaned He ate me so good and massaged my balls then grabbed the two nipple clamps and pulled on them hard. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", i moaned and yelled With that he let go stood up, grabbed the clamps again and stuck his cock at the entrance of my hole. I needed it being teased all day and pushed back on him and took him in me. "My whore is so horny. You want Daddy's cock dont you", he said "No.....I need it. I need you and your seed in me. Please fuck me and mark me with your charged seed. Please Daddy I want to have your baby", i moaned and begged He pushed me over the sink and started to fuck me with a steady pace. "Ohhh yeah bitch. I am going to make you pregnant, my seed is hot", he said I just bent over the sink and let him take me, my pussy, my body and held on for the ride. Usually at the end of the day Daddy has frustrations and normally i help relieve them with a slow bj or a hard fucking. Today is a hard fucking. No love making he is just mounting me as a piece of meat to inseminate and i sooooo love it. It feels soo good when he takes me without passion and just wants to seed me. As he is pounding me he still is pulling on my nipples and hard. "Ohhh Daddy my nipples.....it hurts", i moan He pulls even harder and then grabs the clips and twists them. "OHHHH Goddd.....Daddyyyyyyyy", i yell and my ass muscles clamp on his meat "OHHHH yeah bitch massage my cock you whore", he yellls while he pounds me even harder He then takes off the clips while not missing a stroke grabs my nipples and starts to massage them all sticky as they have some blood from the clamps. At this point it feels so good. He is massaging them and manipulating them that i just start to moan really loud. "OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", i moan loudly and push back on his cock and slump my head into the sink "My little whore all hot and wet. You are such a weak slut. Look at your body totally needing to be fucked and treated like a whore. I just massage your nipples and you moan in heat like a bitch", he said in my ear He was right. Daddy knew i was just a whore piece of meat and that needed to be used and was horny all the time. He finally let go of my nipples grabbed my shoulders and started to pound even harder into me until 5 minutes later i felt his cock expand and shoot load after load into me. He finally collapsed a bit on my back and just leaned into me and grinded into my hole. When he was done he pulled out. The whore i am turned around dropped to my knees to clean him off, my pussy juice his cum and a little blood. After he pulled up his pants and went to the couch to watch tv while i finished dinner. We are such a happy couple.

10. The next day was a late start at work, so after Mike dragged himself out of my bed and went to work himself I lay in bed for a few long minutes. My hole felt tender, and there was dried precum on the end of my caged. I got up and took a quick shower, feeling how puffy and well used my hole felt to the touch. I was still horny. I was more horny. The cage was clearly working. I groaned, there was no way I could be as distracted at work as I had been the day before. I had mountains to get done that afternoon. I stretched and gathered my work clothes and gym stuff into my duffle bag. I threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed to the gym hoping a work out might burn off some of my energy. At the gym I swiped in, and made my way to the locker room. I went over to a bank of lockers I usually used, and opened my bag. It was then that I realized I hadn’t thought about something. The shorts I usually wore at the gym were small with built in underwear and didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was no hiding my cage through the thing fabric. I was unsure what to do for a minute and then thought about Mike parading around the apartment, and changed into the shorts. I started a normal circuit, treadmill, some bench press, curls. All the while I found my concentration drifting. I was checking out every man who came near. I lived in a pretty queer area of town, so there were lots of gay guys around, but it wasn’t usually a gym for cruising. Today though I felt like the sexual energy in the gym was quadrupled, but maybe that was actually just me. I finished my work-out and felt no less horny. It hadn’t helped. If anything, I was even hornier than before. The smell of sweat in the locker room made my cock twitch in its cage as I walked back to my locker to get my shower things. Rounding the locker banks, I noticed there was someone standing just a couple lockers away from mine. I felt suddenly bashful knowing he would almost certainly see my cage as I stripped off for the shower. There was really nothing for it though if I didn’t want to go to work wreaking from the gym. Up close I realized the guy was hot, a tall blonde, with big broad shoulders, a heavy five o’clock shadow. He pulled off his sweaty work out shirt revealing thick sweat matted chest hair covering his round pecs. One nipple had a silver bar through it, and he had a small equal sign tattooed on his ribs under his arm: a gay. He smiled at me as I unlocked my locker. “Good work out,” he asked. “Yeah. You?” “I worked up a pretty good sweat.” He stretched his arms above his head, and the thick sent of sweaty man wafted from his exposed hairy pits. My cock twitched. I smiled and pulled my duffle out to get my shower things. I tugged my own shirt off, just as he pushed his shorts to the ground revealing a white Bike jock. His ass was covered in thick blonde hair, and the pouch of his jock looked heavy even just at rest. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. He pulled out a towel, shower shoes, and a little tote from his locker, and seemed to be getting ready to head to the showers. I could wait till he left to take off my shorts, I thought, and then I could change alone. He didn’t leave right away though he just stood there, “You going to hit the showers?” “Yeah,” I said a little nervously, “In a minute.” “I always wished this gym had a steam room.” “I know, that would be perfect.” I felt awkward now just killing time for him to leave before getting undressed, so I decided to just move quickly and hope for the best. I turned away from him and quickly took my shorts off and put them into my locker, grabbing my towel to cover myself as fast as I could. “Now you’re going to be shy,” he said. “What?” “I said now you’re gonna be shy? Now after you spent all that time on the treadmill running with your cage bouncing for all of us to see?” “I well, I… I guess there’s no use hiding it if you know.” I dropped the towel to hang at my side and turned my fully exposed body to him. “You know, working out always makes me horny as fuck.” “I was hoping it would burn off some of my energy but me too.” “You know the last two showers at the back have full length doors. No one can tell who’s there… or how many” I stepped forward and grabbed his growing bulge through his jock, “Lead the way then.” He smiled, grabbed his towel, and started off for the showers. I shut the lockers and followed behind him. He was right the last two stalls were larger with full doors and a little changing space before the shower. We walked in, and closed the door. He tossed his towel on the bench and then dropped his jock. His cock was thick and half hard already jutting out from dense blonde pubes. He turned the water on before turning to me and saying in a soft voice, “get me hard so I can breed your hole.” Then I was on my knees in the gym shower. I had come to the gym to try and make myself less horny and I had ended up in the shower with a guy who was about to breed me. I knew nothing about this guy, and that was ok. I just wanted to get fucked. I slurped down his dick, the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of me gagging on the thick shaft I hoped. I bobbed up and down, slathering it with spit, slowly pulling blood into the thickening member. He hardened fast, and my mouth was soon stretched around what felt like a soda can. He pulled me to my feet, his cock pressed hard into my stomach above my own dripping caged cock. He planted a hard wet kiss on my lips, and then spun me around. I landed on the changing bench, and braced against the wall, knelt with my ass presented to him. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks and then the stubble of his beard in my crack. Then his tongue found my hole, darting across the abused pucker. He let out an appreciative moan as my hole quickly bloomed open for him, inviting his tongue inside. With all the cock I had taken over the past two days my hole knew what to do, what it needed. I felt relaxed and taken care of, he wanted this to feel good for both of us. He worked his tongue around my hole, pressing the lips further apart till I felt almost gaped open. Only then did he get up and hawk a big wad of spit onto his cock and move to start fucking me. He was big, but I was practiced, and his cock slid easily into my cunt. I felt the stretch, but it was only pleasure and he was able to just slip right up to my second ring. He wasn’t quite long enough to break past it but I felt the thrilling and intoxicating pleasure of a cock pushing against my inner hole. He moaned and whispered in my ear “fuck your pussy feels amazing.” We were trying to be quiet but it was hard when his cock felt so good. He warmed me up a little before really starting to fuck me, but soon he was slapping hard into my hole. I felt certain the sound of the shower running wouldn’t be enough to cover all of the noise but I also didn’t care. He felt amazing. I slammed my ass back against him, making him fuck me even harder. I gripped his cock with my hole to milk his load out, and he just kept growling in my ear. It was a great fuck. We both clearly needed it, and wanted to make sure the other got everything he wanted. When he finally grunted that he was going to cum, I was slightly out of breath. I panted, “please breed my cunt,” as he picked up the pace. He didn’t need my encouragement, but it seemed to tip him over the edge. He shook a little and held tight to my hips, his breathing ragged and his cock spasmed and pumped hot cum deep inside of me. I sighed in satisfaction as I was once more filled with a stranger’s load. He stayed there for a moment, till his breathing came back to normal. When he pulled out and I looked back at him he looked happy and satisfied. We stepped into the water together to wash the work out away, and I sucked the cum from his cock. He kissed me again as we toweled off, and said “I’ll go out first, you wait a moment and then follow so it’s not quite as obvious.” I laughed, I felt certain anyone close by would have known. I stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and left. I heard him bump into someone, and mutter an apology, and then I heard him say, “Oh, well um there’s still… there’s still someone in that shower.” Then another person said something I couldn’t hear, followed by my top saying, “A hot bottom actually.” “Fuck yeah,” said a new voice, closer now. “I just fucked a big load into him, don’t know if he wants more but…” I didn’t hear any more from the blonde, but a young-looking jock appeared in the shower doorway with a massive grin on his face. He looked maybe 20 at the most, but definitely college age. He still had the round face of a boy but the body of a man. A thing waft of chest hair was starting to grow across his nice pecs, promising to grow into a nice thick pelt as he aged. He had on only a towel, into which plunged an ample treasure trail. He closed the door behind him, and locked it before saying, “Got time for one more?” It was and earnest question. He wasn’t one of the aggressive Dom older men I’d been meeting with, he was a horny college boy hoping to blow his load. “Lets see what you’re working with,” I said. He dropped the towel which had started to tent revealing a nice uncut cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d ever seen but it was wide, and that’s what always got me. “I think I’ve got time.” I turned the water to the shower back on, grabbed the jock by the waist and moved him to the changing bench. I got on my knees and sucked him hard while he sat there, his hands on the back of my head. He had to hold one hand against his mouth as I started blowing him, running my tongue around his foreskin, enjoying the salty sweat that clung to his skin. His unkempt pubes tickled my nose as I dove deep. His balls rested lightly against my chin, and I flicked my tongue down the base of his shaft. He let out a loud grown that the water could never have covered and then giggled a quietly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it.” I got up and straddled him on the bench his cock now hard as a rock. I sat down slowly, his head missing my hole a few times before finding its mark and sliding inside. He let out another groan, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. “If you cant keep quiet I’ll just have to shut you up.” I whispered in his ear as I started to ride him. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked up and down on his cock, kissing him all the while. His hands played across my back, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes cupping my ass. He didn’t seem to know where to put them. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long. The horniness from his work out and warmth of my slick hole where fast sending him over the edge. He was writing under me as I bounced harder and harder. Till suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on the full, not unsubstantial, length of his cock. I felt his ball tighten and the shaft pulse as he unloaded. His face went totally blank for a long moment, then his eyes rolled back almost sleepily as ecstasy washed across his face. For a long blissed out moment he held me there, his cock still throbbing as it pumped a few more spurts into my cunt. I kissed him again and, careful not to lose his load, got up. “Thanks man, that was amazing,” he panted. I left him to his shower and went to get dressed with two big loads in my hole.

Part 2: Feeling Around As we agreed on my moving in Greg helped me with my few bags I had. Once we got my bags inside Greg helped me put my things away and get settled. Once finished we headed downstairs and Greg fixed us a couple of sandwiches while we talked some more. I was getting really comfortable with him and by the bulge in his shorts I was quite certain he was enjoying having me here. I hadn't ever paid attention to a guy before but his bulge was rather evident. I tried everything I could to concentrate on the conversation but my eyes kept staring at his bulge. I also felt my own penis getting hard which confused me a lot because I had never thought about men like that before. I was certain I was straight. Before I knew it the sandwiches were gone and I was just staring at Greg while he talked. I would nod when he asked me a question and involuntarily stare at his bulge. Before I knew it he asked if I had a girlfriend and I shook my head no. He then asked if I had a boyfriend and for some reason instead of being upset or shaking my head no I just automatically replied"No Sir." Wait. What did I just say? I was confused by my own response. Greg just smiled and reached out his hand and stroked my face. I responded by leaning into his hand and moaning. What was happening to me? Greg just smiled and said"Well, maybe we can fix you having a boyfriend." His hand felt so good that I said"Yes Sir." What the hell was happening to me. Greg stood up started taking off his clothes. Before I realized it his cock was staring me in the face. It was huge. I'm guessing 10 inches long and thick. I couldn't control myself. I reached out and touched his cock. I was in a trance. As I was feeling his cock Greg slowly stroked my hair. The head of his cock started oozing precum and I instinctively took my finger and scooped it up and brought it to my mouth. Greg moaned as he continued stroking my head. Instinct took over and I opened my mouth to take his cock in. I don't know what came over me. But after his cock entered my mouth it felt natural. I slowly sucked his cock because I wasn't sure what I was doing. Greg just let me enjoy myself without ever forcing me to do anything. After sucking his cock for a few minutes my mouth was getting sore. I backed off of Greg's cock and when I looked up at Greg he was smiling. He had me stand and bent down to give me a kiss. It was so hot. His lips felt great on mine. He parted my lips with his tongue as we stood there kissing. I was vaguely aware that my penis was aching because it was so hard. Greg broke the kiss and helped me undress. He then lifted me up and carried me across the threshold into his room where my life was about to change forever.

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Chapter 2 The next couple of weeks flew by. I'd add to James' poz load count as often as possible but with our different schedules that didn't happen as much as either of us would've liked. But he assured me not to worry, he was taking every load he could possibly find, absolutely no questions asked. I loved it when a guy was as slutty as me. I managed to hook up a few times but it definitely wasn't nearly enough. My last several flights had been busts. So by the time I got to the airport today I was horny as fucking hell. I just hoped this flight had more potential than my last one. I don't know what it was about my luck lately but the last couple of flight crews I was assigned too were all women or straight guys with me as the token gay boy. I couldn't even score a bi-curious dude who wanted to"explore" his sexuality. When I checked in I saw that maybe my luck was changing. All three of the flight attendants were men. Me, Steve, who I'd worked with before and knew was definitely gay, and Bob. I'd never met him but was getting the vibe that he may just be up for some fun. He was an older daddy bear, not normally my type but damn when he'd look at me and smiled all I could think about was seeing him naked and doing whatever he said. I caught both guys whispering and looking at me when they didn't think I was watching and as soon as I made eye contact they'd look away. Okay that was strange. I thought I had worked well with Steve, but then again maybe not. We went about our business and pretty soon were underway. We were about an hour into the flight and had a little down time so I was at the back of the plane reading when Bob came up to me. "Easy flight so far." "You better not have just jinked us," I said giving him a smile. He seemed nervous like he wanted to ask me something. "Umm, you, umm, is your roommate's name James?" Ahh, so that's what they'd been talking about. "Yep, it sure is. Have you worked with him?" "Ahh, yep last week." Okay, so for such a hot looking daddy it was comical watching him flounder like this. I would've expected him to be totally dominant. "He ahh, told me about his hot new roommate who was trying to knock him up, if you know what I mean." "Well since I'm the roommate I think it's safe to say I know exactly what you mean." I saw his pants starting to get tight. "Better be careful Bob, wouldn't want you to offend any old ladies or straight guys if they got a look at your growing crotch there." He smiled, "well this wouldn't be the first time. Although, in my experience, I've found the little old ladies usually don't mind at all." I laughed and he continued, "so you see the guy in 14C?" "Oh yeah I noticed that cutie." "He's my boyfriend." "Mmm, lucky you." "I was wondering if you'd want to join us tonight?" "What'd you have in mind Bob?" "I want to watch you impregnate my boy. He's been begging me to open up our relationship for months. James, Steve and I were all at the same hotel bar last week after a flight and your roomie told us in great detail about you fucking him with your poz dick." "And what did you think?" I cautiously asked. He placed my hand on his hard crotch. "What do you think? We took James up to his room and fucked him all night. It was realmy hot." "You or Steve poz?" "No, we're both on PrEP." "Mmm too bad. Your boyfriend on PrEP too?" "Nope, I called him that night and told him to flush his meds down the toilet." "Damn you're a sick fuck. You want to stay neg but you want your boy knocked up." "I told him I'd open the relationship up but he had to go off PrEP and take any load offered regardless of status." "Fuck me! What'd he say?" He pulled out his phone and showed me a video of his boy dumping the blue pills in the toilet and flushing them away. The camera then turned to show his boy's grinning face. Damn now I was hard. "Oh yeah I think we can arrange something as long as you agree to fuck me while I'm fucking your boy." "Deal." We somehow managed to make it through the rest of the flight and were soon watching all the passengers deplane. I was up front when Steve slid up next to me and whispered in my ear, "I haven't taken my PrEP for a week. Think I'm still protected." "Hmm, only one way to find out. Did Bob invite you to join us tonight?" "Yep, you okay with that." "Of course, why fuck one neg unprotected hole when I can fuck two." A couple hours later we found ourselves in Bob's hotel room. The three guys all seemed a little nervous so I took charge. "Okay so I think we're all wearing way to many clothes. Strip! Then anyone not on PrEP get on the bed on all fours, ass towards the door." The boy didn't even hesitate and assumed the position in seconds. He was cute, probably early twenties, pretty smooth, with a beautiful pink hole that was winking at me. I noticed Steve was still standing naked besides Bob. "What are you waiting for Steve. On the bed, show me your neg unprotected cunt." He shrugged his shoulders at Bob and climbed up next to the boy. I turned to Bob and said, "looks like your the only one not ready to embrace their destiny, yet. Eat your boy out, that's the only lube he's getting." I gave Steve's ass a few licks then rubbed my very wet cock head around his hole. I didn't even ask if he was ready just pushed in as far as I could go. "You ready for my poz load?" "Yes! Please knock me up." "Good answer, you really never had a choice once my dick was inside you." It didn't take me long to unload my first load of the night. I looked over and Bob was just staring at me at like a deer caught in headlights. "Don't worry Bob, your boy will get my next load. I can come multiple times in one session. I have enough toxic cum to make sure both these sluts are well on their way to joining the club. I was still hard when I pulled out of Steve so I just pushed Bob out of the way slammed my dick into his boy. I could tell he wasn't as experienced as Steve as his hole was a lot tighter, but we'd fix that soon enough. "Wait, I think I've changed my mind. Please don't cum in my boy. I don't want him to be pozzed." His boy was moaning so loud now, "don't you dare pull out until you've coated my cunt in your poz cum," he screamed out. "Nothing to worry about boy. Once I'm in I never pull out till my toxic babies are doing their job. You promised to fuck me Bob. Man up and stick your dick in me while I pound your boy." Steve got off the bed and moved Steve into position. "Come on Bob, look how hot his dick looks going in and out of your boy. This is exactly what you wanted, now comes on and fuck your boys gifter." That's all it took to get Bob to start fucking me. I did most of the work fucking myself on Bob's dick while pounding away at his boy. Steve climbed under the boy and started sucking him off. He started shooting his load down Steve's throat which caused him to clamp down on my dick sending my load deep inside his cunt and Bob was close behind. When everyone was done cumming we collapsed as one on the bed. "You doing okay there Bob?" I asked. "Honestly not sure. I think I need to gather my thoughts." I took that as my clue to get the fuck out of there. Steve and I both got dressed and excused ourselves as fast as we could. I turned to Steve while were in the elevator. "What about you, any second thoughts?" "Dear god no! That was the best sex I've ever had. Were you serious about being able to come multiple times because I'm going need several more toxic loads from you tonight." "Excellent, my rooms on this floor let's go." I'd given him two more loads and he'd given me one and we were just trying to catch our breath when they was a knock at my door. I'm not shy so I didn't bother putting anything on. I opened the door and Bob's boy was standing there with a hungry look in his eyes. I recognized that look, he'd had his first taste of poz cum and needed more. "Get in here slut. On the bed, legs in the air." I rubbed my cock head around his hole. "What do you want from me boy?" "Your poz cum please!" "What about your Daddy?" "I'm not his boy anymore. He doesn't understand my needs." "And just what do you need?" "To be pozzed!" He screamed. I shoved in and started pounding the hell out of his pussy. It didn't take me long to give him his second toxic load. "Good boy. There's lots of great poz daddies out there that would love to have a boy like you." "Thank you Brody. That was amazing." "You going to be okay kid?" "Me? I'm fantastic. I knew he wasn't right for me but he had such a nice dick I didn't want to give that up, but taking your poz load was like having a switch flipped inside me and there's no going back now." The three of us continued playing late in the night until I finally kicked them out back to Steve's room since I had an early flight in the morning. I didn't get much sleep but woke up extremely satisfied and happy that two more neg guys were on the journey to permanently changing their status.

Exactly! It sounds so weird and bizarre but there is definitely a change both physically and mentally. You either turn into the cum dump you were meant to be or becoming addicted to breeding as many holes as you can. I almost lost my job because I now am a slave to my cock and my need to knock up as many hot holes as I can!

Definitely happen to me. Bb positive sub here that takes positive seed

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”