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My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

Recently I purchased my “now” favorite dildo, the 17” Pony Cock. I use it all the time since having my ass trained. Some of my regular Tops have been using it on me. Tonight one of my favorite Alpha men was available. He came over and slammed my ass hard and deep as usual. Once finished he took the Horse Toy from my night stand And began using it on me. This was the first time having it used in a real aggressive way. I still can’t take it all, but he was trying his best to make me take every inch. He got faster and harder. I was whimpering and tearing up. Finally my cock exploded and covered my body in cum all the way to my face. Completely hands free. He started kissing me as he pulled the Huge Toy out of me. Then fucked me one more time and gave me another load before leaving. Possibly the most satisfying hookup in weeks.

The bug chasing and gift giving sections on this site are quite popular, so the timing of when poz guys go on meds is directly relevant to a lot of the guys on the site since it's kinda obvious that the longer you stay off meds the more bug chasers you're likely to poz. The main study that people cite when they tell you to go on meds immediately after infection is the START study. You can read the result of the study here: Initiation of Antiretroviral Therapy in Early Asymptomatic HIV Infection That study divided people into 1) start right away, or 2) start when the person's CD4 (t-cell count) was around 350 (which is above 250 where the person would be diagnosed with AIDS). Most medical professionals will tell you that you improve your odds of staying healthy by going on meds as quickly as possible. And that's technically true, but the benefits of going on meds quickly aren't as large as they often imply. The first thing to realize is that the word "significant" in a scientific study has a different meaning than it does in everyday use. Statistical significance is directly related to the sample size used in the study (the number of people being studied). The rule of thumb is that sample sizes of 1,000 or more will result in statistically significant results. The START study had a sample size of 4,685. Because they have a sample size 4x bigger than is needed all of their results are statistically significant. So when you read the results of the study (or read someone talking about the study) you can ignore the word "significant" - in this context it doesn't mean what it means when it's used in everyday conversation. Since all the results are statistically significant, it's literally meaningless. It's like reiterating "…and that was concluded off of a large study". For starters their big measure was whether someone had significant health complications over the study period which was 3 years on average. 42 people in the immediate start had complications, 96 in the delayed start had complications (page 799). So yes, you're a bit more than twice as likely to have complications if you delay the start. BUT 42/2326 = 1.8% over 3 years (so 0.6% per year) vs 96/2359 = 4.1% over 3 years (so 1.4% per year). If it were a matter of doubling a 10% risk, I could see the point. And from a public health perspective I get the point. But from a personal perspective a 1.4% chance of a complication each year isn't that much. They actually say as much… So if you're someone who already has serious health issues that would be complicated by HIV - absolutely go on meds quickly, because every little bit can help you. Or if you want to make sure you don't transmit HIV to anyone else - absolutely go on meds quickly. But apart from issues like that - it's your body, your health - you're allowed to choose not to go on meds right away. Do what makes the most sense in your situation. The other issue with the study was that six of the (numerous) sponsors of the study were pharmaceutical companies. Most of the discussion of this study makes it sound like it's imperative that people start HIV meds immediately. I worked in pharmaceutical marketing in the late 90s. We recruited "thought leaders" who would push other doctors to do what the pharmaceutical companies wanted them to do. The fact that a study that said that "the absolute differences were fairly small" is getting spun to "you must go on meds immediately" - that's doctors saying what the pharma companies want them to say. The pharma companies got their thought leaders to convince other doctors to say that. When it's done well the process is really subtle. I know because that was literally our job (for other drugs/conditions) - the company I worked for published journal articles for pharma companies and organized promotional and non-promotional meetings for them. The non-promotional meetings were often fairly ethical (e.g. getting the word out to busy doctors about a new, effective drug). But in hindsight the promotional meetings and the journal articles (where bad results are never published) were usually really unethical. The promotional meetings were often at ski resorts, or golf clubs. Even the quickie follow-up meetings were at really expensive restaurants. I should also mention that the START study was published in 2015 and there's been more research since then that's pointed to other possible benefits of starting meds early. But the research I'm aware of is mostly about whether people can be completely cured of HIV at some point in the future and those studies have hinted that there's the possibility that having gone on meds quickly will help in that respect - but AFAIK there hasn't been any firm conclusions on that since only about two people have ever been permanently cured of HIV (via a procedure with a 20% fatality rate - they were cancer patients so the risk made sense). And I want to make clear - I'm absolutely opposed to the "never take meds" folks. Yes, you have the right to commit suicide, but I'm never going to encourage someone to do so. And it literally is suicide to not ever take meds, or to take them haphazardly once you need to start them. The medical/scientific community generally agrees that you absolutely should go on them when your CD4 drops into the 350 to 500 range. Please go on at least by that point. A 1.4% per year risk of mostly non-fatal problems isn't crazy. But in the mid-90s (before ARVs came out) I cared for a lover who died of AIDS - it's not pretty and it is literally suicidal to want that experience when there are meds to prevent it. As a bottom line I'll repeat - it's your body - make the informed decision that you're most comfortable with. Your doctor should not make you feel like you're crazy if you want to wait a bit to go on meds (provided your CD4 stays over the 350-500 range).

I was horned up and getting ready to open up my favorite website to look for ass. I had a hard ass cock and a 2 day load in my balls. Same shit today, but damn then I saw the headline "Sleazy Raw CumDump Bottom Taking loads". Pic 1 was an ass pic with cum dripping out, wearing a black jock. Pic 2 was a pic of a cock halfway in with cum all over it. Pic 3 was the bottom getting fucked from behind while sucking the cock of an older white man with a belly. The bottom with the pic had long black hair, beautiful light brown body, and his face censored out. His profile said he was 5'8, 125 pounds and for status it said "don't care". Damn my dick is throbbing now. I know I shouldn't but I want to so bad. I message him "hello" and almost a few seconds he replied. Should I click on it??? Do I really want to do this - I thought to myself. At this point I am jerking so hard. Don't want to cum yet. Fuck it. I'll check the message. "123 Main St, Apt 6, go into the back". Shit that's right down the street. Fuck it. I messaged him back "you ready" and a minute later he responded "yeah". So I started walking. Horny as hell. I finally get to his place and get to the back of the place where a 50-ish year old woman is doing some yardwork. "You lookn' for Jimmy?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know his name. What if she's talking about someone else?? Damn it "Well, I actually don't know his name". She laughed a little and looked at me and said "yeah, he's on the 3rd floor door the right" in sort of a judgy but humurous way. I walk up the stairs think at this point I am committed. I mean I knew I shouldn't, but okay this is the last time. I get to the door and open it and look for the bedroom. I walk towards where the techno music is playing and there is this total slut bent over on his bed waiting for my cock. I get dressed but there's an akward silence in the room. He was wearing a jock. The place looked like a mess. A laptop in front of him with the same website that we met on. His ass leaking cum. I stick it in now problem. Fuck the loads feel so warm and good. I didn't need any lube and I was finally deep. I start to fuck him slowly, then faster and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good, but I couldn't last more than a minute. He was moaning "oh yeah sir, oh yeah sir" as I fucked him nice and deep. "FUCKK I am gonna cum" and then my balls started to unload as he pushed me closer to him. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. We didn't say a thing. I could hear him typing, assuming he was looking for his next load. I walked him thinking this was the last time. Of course it wasn't. I made me horny all night and it's all I could think about. The next day I wanted more and headed back to his place. This time I could last a little longer. But fuck I was addicted now. He always seemed to be online. I mean whenever I was online, he was online. Every time I stuck my dick in his slut ass, it was always filled with cum. He was close and easy. And always available. Sometimes I would try to look for some new ass but I would just waste time and go over to his place. I never ended up seeing his face. I could only imagine what he looked like.

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Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

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Beautifully put. Of all the sexual Lusts that exist to be enjoyed, this - and permutations of it - are some of my very best memories of my life-partner. It drove me absolutely nuts with Lust watching him suck off Cocks, take loads up that beautiful ass ... I was so damn proud of him - such a sweet, beautiful man - and I miss him every day. Sometimes in the backrooms I pretend he's there with me - think to myself "hey, babe - how about that hot Cock? You'd love it up your sweet Hole" - all kinds of fun stuff. I know he would have loved this site.

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

Hoping to be there tomorrow to load some hot cumdumps, msg me if you're going, 18-45ish preferred.

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I never cease to be amazed at the way people automatically lay the blame for everything going wrong at the present moment at the feet of the current president as though he personally had caused it all, or could somehow magically fix it. We should just change the name of the office to Scapegoat-In-Chief. A president inherits a set of circumstances and societal and financial trends that were set in motion long before he took office, enacted at least by his predecessor if not even further back. I’m reminded of a houseboat my father once owned - it was a gargantuan vessel, and once you got the damn thing moving, there was no way to bring it to a quick stop or make a sudden turn. It had a momentum all its own. Joe Biden, contrary to all the trash talk, is not mentally incapacitated by age. He is not feeble-minded or suffering from dementia. His level of cognitive function is obviously normal. He is not incompetent. He is, however, hamstrung on one side by a Republican side of Congress hell-bent on derailing any forward progress he may try to make just because he’s trying to make it, and on the other side by two obstructionists in his own party who have frustrated any possibility the Democrats might have had to leverage their slim majority. His hands are tied. Please. You absolutely cannot expect to be taken seriously if you attempt to categorize Trump’s litany of outrageous behavior as “a few mean tweets”. By objective, fully documented standards - beyond bias or question - Donald Trump is a habitual liar. He lied to the American people repeatedly on a daily basis for his entire term of office. By the standards of federal ethics - as I as a former federal executive branch employee can attest - he callously threw the ethical constraints that govern public servants out the window in breathtaking fashion. The grift, graft and nepotism that took place were thinly concealed when they were concealed at all. Violations of law, such as the Hatch Act, went blatantly unaddressed (such things can cost a federal employee his job). And all this is quite aside from the fact - fact, sir - that the man was impeached, and only survived his trial in the Senate by the craven political capitulation of cowards. It is quite, quite aside from the mounting body of indisputable evidence, much of it directly from the testimony of his own subordinates, that Donald J. Trump did attempt to overthrow the results of a free and fair election and remain in power by way of a coup, in which he spurred on a mob of his supporters to make a violent and seditious attack upon the seat of American democracy. Or aren’t you paying attention? This is what you’ll take over Joe Biden? This is what you’ll take over a bit of economic discomfort that anyone who weathered the ration stamps of the Second World War or the energy crisis of the 1970s would laugh at? These are not “the worst of times”. They’re not even in the running. They may be worse than we’ve seen in a while, but frankly, we’ve been spoiled in recent years by markets running higher than their actual value, and an economy acting as though the planet wasn’t on course to bake itself to death. The piper has to be paid, there’s no getting around it. It’s not Biden’s fault that the chickens of the Industrial Age are coming home to roost. But the last, the very, very, very last thing the nation needs right now is a self-absorbed narcissist in its highest office who loves money, hates windmills, scorns the rule of law, turns the truth on its head, and sets the people at each other’s throats. ’Mean tweets’ were the very least of his sins.

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Spoken like a true (real) man! For the record….. if I didn’t cum while you were breeding me you don’t need to ask me if I need to cum. I will take care of myself later. Probably while I am feltching your load out.

Over the weekend i was at the mall and was lucky enough to have some fun. Cruising the urinals a guy caught my eye and had me follow him to a quiet corner in a department store. Once there he told me to get on my knees to which he grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch while lowering the waistband of his joggers. After rubbing his cock on my face he asked me to follow him to his truck. Followed him over, hopped in the back seat and started sucking his cock. About half way through he said he had a friend that was around and looking as well and if he could text him. I said "mhm" through a mouthful of cock. After he finished he got out and his friend got in and i proceeded to suck his cock as well. After both were finished i was kicked out and left in the parking lot. I loved being used and abused like a little cocksleeve.

I keep a glass of piss nearby, take a shot every now and then 😵

Yup.. that sums it up! Not looking for romance I have been with very hot guys and few of them sucked at sex. I could had more fun with a dildo. I have been with really ugly guys where when we met I almost turned around and left but stayed because i was needed to get fuck. They turned out to be some of the best tops, very kinky and open to anything. One I see again every once in a while the face is not the best but has a great cock and one hell of a kinky very dominant top love playing with him and once in a while with his friend. He has all kinds of toys, tables benches. I dont look at the face but I will submit to he's kink!

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

Part 4 My own following substantially grew. It’s been exactly 5 years since I became poz. With rampaging sex parties, massive breedings, and hundreds of men later, I can confirm at least 1,000 people who have become infected directly because of me, or my followers. With the goal of infecting as many people as possible, I continued my pursuit of neg holes. At this time, I was living abroad in Mexico, as part of my new lavish life. My followers funded me through various payment systems, and I had honestly become quite profitable. Thousands of dollars a week flowed into my accounts. Supporters around the world supported my mission to poz every last guy I could. Being 23, it was easy to get any guy I wanted. On a gorgeous beach in Matzalan, an adorable boy sat on a rainbow beach towel. I couldn’t help but stare him down. My thirst and hunger for him grew by the minute. His dark skin glistened with sweat, he was hairless too. Dark hair that was styled in a modern way tussled with the breeze. I walked over to him to determine if he was truly attracted to men. I learned his name was Andreas, a cute name for a cute boy. I never asked his age, frankly, I didn’t care. I sat next to him and talked about my life, being gay - what sex was like for me. Andreas was extremely interested in this. Yes, I had this one in the bag. An easy hole, for an easy poz. Andreas and I made out on the beach, no one else seemed to care. I ran my hand over his cock to incite his hormones. He pulled my hand off, and I realized… He wanted to go somewhere private. Thankfully my hotel was sitting on the beachfront property behind us. I brought him inside. We both hopped in the shower together, kissing each other. His tongue was playing twister with mine, wet and sloppy. He was gentle, but I was vigorous, and aggressive. He seemed to like me taking him over. I had successfully hijacked his emotions. I tugged on his cock, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his small ass - working my fingers into his extremely tight hole. “I’m a virgin.” Andreas said, with a Spanish Mexican accent, “I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” Andreas bit his lip, staring at my cock. I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him. After continuing to make out in the hot shower, I convinced him to take my cock, raw and natural. He agreed reluctantly and asked for me to pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing so. He was mine and he didn’t even know why yet. We exited the shower, and I picked him up in my arms. He was such a small boy, light and thin. I carried him to the bed, and gently laid him back. With finesse, I got over him between his legs, stroking his hair. I touched his lips, nibbled his ears, gave him hickeys, and taunted his throbbing cock. I saw his eyes begging for more from me, he was so innocent and hormone ridden it was almost disgusting. Nonetheless, I would never pass up this opportunity in a million years. I had decisive control over my body now, and he was about to be decisively bred. I was gentle on him, I didn’t want to alarm the poor boy. I slid my finger in very gently, he quivered and whimpered as I massaged his prostate. I curved my finger downwards, and pulled out, scratching the lining of his juicy ass. He let out a bit of a whimper, and I apologized. I didn’t mean it. I needed a way to take him. I slid my cock in real slow, and began to beat on his prostate. His moans were high pitch and submissive. He loved it. I pounded his ass harder and harder as became more accustomed to my cock. Soon enough he was damn near yelling. Calling out my name, “Fuck! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder!” He was completely submitted to me. It was time to make my move. “I’m gonna cum. I need to pull out now.” I said, then I moved in to kiss him. This was to prevent him from saying anything more. “Can I please cum inside of you?” My face was only inches away, and we were sharing breaths from each other. I gave him a really good thrust and he moaned out “Cum inside me! Please!” So I did. I blew a load so toxic and so potent, a super infected load was sure to ruin him. I had claimed another hole, and another soul. During my stay in Mazatlan, we fucked many more times. About 3 weeks later he came down with the flu, and at this time I packed my bags and left the city. Andreas was on his own, a converted bottom. Little did I know, this cute Mexican boy would be the last one I ever pozzed. Just weeks later an opportunistic infection took my life as my lungs gave way to a respiratory disease. My army of vital soldiers March on in my place. Spreading my foul corruption around the globe. Thousands of men had converted because of me, and thousands more would. I had refused to take drugs for HIV. I knew eventually it would claim me. Being poz wasn’t my identity, it was my lifestyle. Suppressing it would be a disgrace. Forevermore, as time proceeded, my army joined me in hell, where we fucked like animals amidst the heat. Conclusion I know this isn’t the exact ending that anyone likely wanted. However, this ending came to me in a dream last night after writing part 3. I woke up horny as fuck, and I knew that regardless of what the reader wanted, my poz hungry brain wrote the final scene to this fantasy subconsciously. It would be a shame not to honor my most primal instincts by writing something else. My character lived a wonderful life filled with sex and glory, thanks to Darren and his father.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

Denial is a powerful thing. Denial can blind you to facts and make it easier to lie to yourself. Denial can protect you from harm. Denial can make you stronger… and weaker. And denial can hone desire. The first time I saw Kurt it was Tuesday, April 25th and he was fucking a guy at the bar. I remember the date because of “Miss Congeniality”. I also remember it because I had agreed to meet there for a first date with a guy I met on Grindr. Naturally he never showed up. Go figure. Technically Kurt wasn’t fucking the guy “at the bar” but in the bathroom. At the trough urinal to be precise. After drinking three beers while waiting for Mr. No-Show, I needed to relieve myself… and there he was. Nailing some twink while they were standing at one side of the trough. The twink was braced up against the wall and Kurt had his hands on his hips and was drilling away. The remaining open area of the trough was occupied by another guy who was ostensibly pissing, but mainly watching the show. And then there was me. Standing there. Utterly frozen. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m a prude, sexually. I’d definitely had my fair share of sexual experiences. But my sex to date had been fairly straightforward and shall we say, tame. Definitely not of the “fucking in a bar bathroom” variety. Sure, I’d jacked off to porn like this- but I’d never encountered it in real life. So I think I was kind of stunned to have stumbled into such a scene at my local gay bar. Stunned—yet titillated at the same time. Instantly I had that nervous excitement about it in my guts. Like “this is wrong, but why does it excite me”? Looking back, I’m not sure what it was about Kurt that attracted me so completely and so quickly. I mean, I didn’t usually make a habit of lusting after guys who go around fucking in public toilets. But I was instantly mesmerized by him. Perhaps it was me attaching the sight of him the heady aroma of stale piss, ripe pits, naphtha, and pheromones. Or maybe it was my body tuning into the pulsing waves of sexual confidence radiating from him. Or maybe it was because I was horny and he was just a fucking ridiculously handsome man. Kurt was one of those empirically hot men- the kind you see in Colt magazines or 80’s porn. He was tall. Like a good head taller than me. Swarthy. Muscular. Broad chest and back. Short black hair and a thick beard so dense you could just make out a slash of a mouth in there. A jaw and nose like they’d been sculpted by an LA cosmetic surgeon. A dark pelt of fur covered his substantial chest and taut stomach. Thighs like a Greco Roman wrestler. Was he Italian? Greek? Lebanese? Whatever it was, he was fiercely handsome and built like a fuck tank. That night he was in biker boots, jeans and a leather harness with metal arm bands accentuating his ample biceps. He also had leather wrist cuffs on- like a modern day sex gladiator. As he pummeled the twink, I just stood and stared at him. It was like seeing a unicorn—the kind of guy that never really seemed to exist in real life. The guy pissing eventually left and freed up the trough, but I couldn’t move even though I really had to go. Kurt seemed to sense my presence. Without missing a thrust he called back over his shoulder in a deep voice, “You wanna use him next? I’m just about through.” This sort of snapped me out of it. I kind of stammered a bit and said no, thank you and that I just needed to pee. I moved to the free area next to them, as far to the side as I could manage in order to give them space. I was just freeing my dick from my pants when Kurt looked over. And I made the mistake of looking back. Time seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. And I stared back. He was just so beautiful that I felt I should look away. That I wasn’t worth being scrutinized by him. But I couldn’t look away. I was completely immobilized. After what felt like an eternity he spoke. “Don’t piss yet,” he commanded as he continued to stare into my soul. I merely swallowed and nodded my acceptance. Kurt started thrusting again and picked up his tempo, never taking his eyes off mine. Have you ever had a guy look you in the eye while he’s fucking someone else? All that naked lust projected at you. It’s animal. Almost feral. And even though you aren’t being physically penetrated, all of that Alpha energy has a choke-hold on your most primal core. His unblinking stare is daring you to look away from the stolen intimacy. But you won’t look away. You can’t. You are utterly frozen- powerless- waiting until the release of his seed releases his hold over you. Let me tell you. It’s intoxicating. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. It felt like we were in our own time bubble until suddenly he grunts loudly and I know he’s emptying himself into the blissed out twink. He slowly pulls out, gaze unwavering. I finally broke eye contact to look down at the meat that was slowly exiting the twink’s ass. Damn… it was long pullout. A thick, long, glistening cock with a fat, ruddy head eventually popped free of the hole. An enormous PA glinted in the half-light as his cock swung free of its anal confines. I swear Kurt wagged it a bit knowing that I was watching it. I could feel myself blushing. “Now you can piss,” Kurt commanded in a low voice. “Inside him.” My eyes snapped back to him. “Whu- whu- what?” I managed to squeak out. Kurt’s eyes glittered darkly. “Piss. Up his ass. He’s a worthless fuckin’ urinal and I wanna watch you use him as such.” I hesitated. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and to be honest the whole scene felt like a fever dream. It was all so surreal. Things like this just didn’t happen to me and my brain was shutting down. My skin was hot and felt like it was vibrating. I found myself highly aroused, which disturbed me. It’s like he tapped into some dark sexual side of me that I didn’t know existed but longed to be released. And much like a dream, I felt like I was just being swept along in the story. “Do it. I wanna watch you piss my cum deep into his guts.” I still hadn’t really moved from my side of the trough, my fly undone and my dick out and really needing to piss at this point. Normally I’m pretty pee shy (and also shy about guys seeing my erect dick), but Kurt exerting control was overcoming my shyness and making my cock stiffen regardless. I saw Kurt’s eyes flick down to my groin and then a tug of a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you Clark Kent preppy-types. You look like good boys, but there’s always a Superpig hiding just below the surface. All you need is that phone booth.” In a daze I slowly took position behind the twink, and slid my steel-hard dick inside his slick, well-opened chute. I could feel the wet heat of his ass engulf me, but my cock and body was dissociated from my brain. It was like I was watching myself do all of this from beyond myself- aware of it all, but also a bystander. “Fuck him,” Kurt growled. I’m embarrassed to say that I lasted all of perhaps 30 seconds. Kurt, the scene, the fact that this was so beyond the pale for me fairly short circuited my brain. My orgasm caught me by surprise and sort of startled me back to reality. “Oh my god. I just came in him. Without a condom,” I said in a confused whisper. Kurt looked at me with hooded eyes. “Good boy. Now relax that bladder. Fill this urinal up.” Was I really going to do this? I’d just cum inside a random guy at the bar and now I was being asked to piss his ass? All this in the bathroom at the bar on a dead Tuesday night? I could feel myself relaxing into the idea, but also warring against it. The urge to piss was strong and my erection waning, but I was still clenched. Kurt leaned in to whisper. “You’re gonna piss in him… for me. Because I’m giving you permission to give in to your desires. And because you know it will please me.” His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. Or was it merely a pee shiver? Or was it a shiver of my naked desire to please this fucking Alpha sex god? Whatever it was, the last of my inhibitions with the scene fell away and my bladder started emptying into the twink. Something I feel I should mention- I have a big bladder. I’m one of those guys at the movie theater who after the movie lets out, I’m at the urinal for a solid 3 minutes of pissing. Like, the urinals on either side of me will change over at least twice while I’m standing there. I get really self-conscious about it because I always think I might look like a [banned word] or something hanging out in a bathroom. So I always aim for the water so guys can audibly hear that I’m actually going still and not wanking it. (Yeah, I’ve had lots of time to analyze this). After a minute or so, Kurt asks the twink, “He pissing in you?” “Oh god damn yes sir! So much piss sir! I’m getting so full sir!” Kurt looks at me again with a smirk- his glittering, dark eyes raking my very soul. “Good boys.” I eventually finish, and slowly pull out of the urinal kid. “Now clean off his dick,” Kurt tells him. The twink rapidly drops and takes my dick in his mouth and starts sucking me. While this is happening, Kurt is tucking his flaccid equipment back into his jeans and buttoning up. Kurt has washed up and is walking out of the bathroom before I snap out of this weird sex trance. I quickly pull my dick from the twink’s mouth and zipped up. The twink silently resumed his standing post at the trough, awaiting others while I headed for the sink. As I was washing up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t even recognize the guy on the other side. What the fuck just happened? I don’t fuck random guys. And I certainly didn’t engage in water sports. Who WAS this person? Had I been drugged? I kind of felt a bit sick to my stomach. But I felt something else too… satisfaction? I splashed water on my face and toweled off before leaving the bathroom. When I made it back to the bar, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. I felt like I needed some answers so I quickly flag the bartender over. “Excuse me, but have you seen a big, burly, dark haired guy who was in a harness and…”. The bartender cuts me off with a harsh, appraising look. “Kurt just left,” he interrupts. “Don’t tell me he’s dickmatized another one?” Another one meaning me. “Oh… no. I just, um, wanted to… talk…to him. Maybe?” The bartender snorted. “Good luck, kid,” he said as he shook his head. “You’re gonna need it.” * * So his name was Kurt, that much I’d learned from the bartender. But where had he come from? Why hadn’t I ever seen him out before? Granted I almost never went to the bars, but still. Someone like him I figure I would have noticed at some point. Or heard about. Or seen online. Or something. Needless to say, I became obsessed with him. Like all-consuming, can’t-focus-at-work obsessed. Every waking moment I was replaying the bathroom scene in my head. My dick was getting raw from jacking off to it. I looked for him on the apps. I looked for him when I was shopping at the grocery store. I started rotating to other gyms in my network to see if I could catch a glimpse of him because he obviously worked out. All to no avail. I also started going to the bar more frequently in the hopes of running into him again. I started to go every Tuesday at the same time as before. But since that wasn’t yielding any results, I started peppering in other nights of the week. And Friday happy hours. I even started asking Charlie (the bartender) about him. As I was becoming a regular, I’d gotten on a first name basis with him. This particular night I plaintively asked, “You seen him recently?” I didn’t even have to give a name anymore as Charlie knew exactly who I was talking about. Normally he’d just roll his eyes at me and shake his head. “Actually, he was in two nights ago,” Charlie told me. Rats! I’d missed him! “And…?” I asked like the needy bitch I was becoming. Charlie looked uncomfortable. “Um, well. He picked up some out of towner, and they left together.” I was crestfallen and Charlie noticed. “Look kiddo. You need to set your sights on a different guy. Kurt is… well, I don’t think he’s a good match for you. I mean, he’s off-the-charts sexy, and you know the fuck would be epic. He’d probably split a little guy like you in half! But he has… issues. And I don’t think he’s exactly your scene. You’d just find yourself used and discarded like a teenage boy’s tube sock. That’s it. “Look. You are cute as hell with a bangin’ little bod on you. And you seem like you got it together, with a good head on your shoulders- at least when it hasn’t been turned by Kurt. You need to put yourself out there and find a nice guy, like yourself. Or even a not so nice guy if you just want sex. You honestly can get yourself any man you want at the drop of a hat!” “I’m not *that* nice,” I replied sullenly. “And evidently I can’t get *any* man.” Charlie just sadly shook his head. It wasn’t until a couple months later that I was at the bar (also on a Tuesday, as it was becoming my regular night) when I saw Kurt again. I almost didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was a bit longer and he was completely clean-shaven. He was also wearing rimless glasses that went with his business-casual drag for the evening. But it was him. It was definitely him. He was leaning up against the bar, beer in hand, in a tight, navy blue polo that looked like it was straining to contain him. He was also chatting with another guy who had his back to me. Kurt was smiling and laughing a little at what the other guy was saying and I felt jealously uncoil in my guts. I positioned myself in Kurt’s line of sight, and tried my best not to stare. It wasn’t working. Kurt wasn’t looking- he only apparently had eyes for this other guy. I drank down my whole beer this way… waiting for Kurt to notice me. Or at least to acknowledge my presence. It didn’t happen. When the other guy finally excused himself to the restroom, I decided it was time to make my move. I walked up to where Kurt was standing and leaned on the bar next to him. “Hey Kurt,” was my opening line. Smooth. He slowly turned to me and then casually tipped his chin down to regard me. His eyes were amber. I wasn’t expecting that. Seconds passed as he stared blankly at me. “Do I know you?” he finally said in a somewhat bored voice. “Um… no. Not exactly… But, um… there was this one time that we….” My voice died on my lips as Kurt’s friend returned. Kurt flicked a dismissive look in my direction and immediately turned away from me and started talking with his friend again. They spoke as if I were invisible. “So—friend of yours?” the guy asked. “Nope. Some rando… He just came up and started talking to me. It was really awkward. So, you wanna get out of here?” “Fuck yeah, daddy, I want my gift! Let’s go!” And then without another look in my direction, Kurt and his “plus one” left for the evening. My eyes stung as I stood at the bar. It was taking a massive effort not to cry right then and there; not like it would have mattered in the mostly dead bar. But still, public bawling over a guy was not high on my to do list. Maybe it was my jealousy, but all I kept thinking was ‘why did he leave with that guy’? I mean, I didn’t think he was all that cute. He was some average, mid-30’s, banker type with a receding hairline and a paunch. Was *that* Kurt’s type? What did he see in him? It was like a gut-punch to the old self-esteem. Eventually Charlie sauntered over, a concerned look on his face. “You ok, kid?” “Charlie, he looked at me like I was something he scraped off his shoe. I haven’t been made to feel like that since high school,” I said. “I mean, what’s that other guy got that I don’t got?” “A death wish,” Charlie mumbled. “What was that?” I asked, curious about his choice of words. “Nothin’ kid. I’m sorry you’re still hung up on him and I know it hurts a bit, but it’s for the best. Hell, they’re called ‘crushes’ for a reason.” He poured me a bourbon and set it in front of me. “Maker’s Mark… for affairs of the heart.” And then he took his leave, so I could nurse the drink, and my wounds, in private. * * After that, I became a bit less of a bar fly and a bit less stalkerish. Kurt still crossed my mind, but now instead of horny, it made me angry. Although I will admit that I found his facebook profile during one of my weaker moments. It was fairly private, so I couldn’t learn much. And it didn’t look like he had posted much in a few years. All I could see were a few pics of him with a guy named Bo who looked like he could be my older brother. However, I had so far managed to resist the urge to request friendship, which I saw as a definite win. I was slowly weaning myself off of Kurt, and getting back to somewhat of a focused life. And it felt good. So a month later when I saw Kurt again, it sort of caught me off guard. Although it really shouldn’t have- as it was at a sex party. Now, let me be clear. Sex parties are not my forte. I’ve only been to like 3 of them, like, ever. And while they are kind of exciting, I think perhaps I give off the wrong sort of vibe or something? Maybe I look too goody two-shoes? Or like I won’t participate? Or I look like I’m nervous (because I am). Whatever it is, I never seem to get laid at them. Maybe a little sucky sucky, but that’s kind of it. Which can be a bit depressing when you see others having loads of fun, so to speak. Anyway, my waning crush on Kurt had left me in a bit of a randy mood- considering I had been so focused on him that I hadn’t had sex in months. So I hit up a friend of a friend of mine whom I knew to have semi-regular sex parties at their fairly large (and sluttily equipped) home. As luck would have it, they were hosting one that coming Saturday evening as a July 4th “Bang Bash” and yes, I was welcome to “cum”. I received an email with directions and timing and rules (along with their strict no drugs policy). And by the time Saturday rolled around, I was fairly well vibrating I was so damn horny. Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited until 45 minutes after the party start time in order to arrive. I didn’t think I could take arriving early and being scrutinized by other party guests. It would make me even more self-conscious than I already am. When I arrived, I was shown where to put my clothes. As I disrobed, I was informed there were about 50 or so guys already there, the basement was in full swing, and that I should head on down. So I quickly got down to my jock, sneakers, and backward Cubs cap. One final check in the mirror convinced me I looked cute enough for this and I made my way downstairs. My glasses fogged briefly as I entered the humidity from the sweaty bodies. You could smell sex and poppers in the air. The basement area was illuminated by red bulbs, some rainbow LEDs and occasional bursts of laser lighting. House music throbbed to provide an ambient noise level to mask some of the fuck noises and lower inhibitions. It was a very heady combo, I’ll admit. I wandered around as I seem to do at such events, never quite sure of where to look or what to do with my hands. I saw several guys standing and/or kneeling as blow jobs were underway all over the place. A couple of guys were fucking in a darkened corner—the slap of flesh keeping time with the music. I watched them fuck for a little while. They were oblivious to my presence. As I wandered more I saw guys making out in groups of 3, 4 and more. There were guys on a couch and bent over chairs. It was a smorgasbord of sex. And then I saw him. His profile was unmistakable as he stood in a small knot of guys surrounding a sling. My stomach clenched and I nearly turned around to go back upstairs. But something made me hold my ground. I could tell that there was a guy in the sling, and that he was being fucked. I was hesitant to go watch- even though I wanted to- because of him. Suddenly a small voice inside me said, “Fuck him! You were invited here. It isn’t his party. You have every right to watch too.” So I made my way over to the sling. And thereby to Kurt. I stepped up to the side of the sling across from Kurt, keeping my eyes glued to the guy fucking the hot, furry, muscle cub who was currently getting his ass well and truly used. I had to will myself not to look over at him, but damnit if I wasn’t going to do my best to ignore that fucker the way he’d ignored me. It wasn’t going to be easy though, because in my peripheral vision I could tell Kurt was staring at me. Hard. Muscle cub by this time had found my cock and fished it out of my jock. He was jacking me and I was quickly wickedly hard. I shifted myself up toward his head so he could suck me while he was getting fucked. I shifted my gaze to the muscle cub’s face as he worked my cock. Anything to hold my attention and to keep me from looking at Kurt. Muscle cub was cute. Blonde. Stocky. Shoulders and arms for days. Nice pecs on him. And seeing him in such a vulnerable position on his back with his legs in the stirrups made my loins stir. I didn’t know if I wanted to do him… or be him. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Again, it was like I entered a sex trance and I was disconnected from my cock and this activity—I was aware of it but it was like I was dissociated from it all. Plus, I mean, again who *was* this guy who was actually participating at an orgy? Normally I couldn’t even get hard if there was more than one other guy in the room as I was too embarrassed and self-conscious. But tonight it was different. Because he was here. Dimly acknowledged in the back of my brain burned this solitary idea. I wanted to strike back at Kurt. I wanted him to see what I was doing. I wanted him to watch me fucking this guy’s mouth. I wanted to show him I could take pleasure without his permission and without even acknowledging him. In a misguided way, I was trying to wound him like he had wounded me at the bar. Although I honestly had no idea why I believed this would even phase him or where this idea had germinated. All I knew was that fucker was going to notice me and remember me this time. The guy fucking the muscle cub came suddenly—and very demonstrably. The cub pulled off my cock to moan in delight and say “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” As my eyes swept to the man emptying himself inside the cub, I stumbled. In a weak moment, I glanced over at him- I swear it was involuntary! And just as if he were medusa, my breath caught in my chest and I was immediately petrified under his gaze. He’d buzzed his hair down to fuzz, and his beard was at that heavier than 5 o’clock shadow stage. He was naked except for his harness. And tonight he wore a steel cock ring which matched the PA. This was the first time I’d seen the full expanse of his body, and my god he was beautiful. Like, everything was just perfectly proportioned. Everything except his fairly enormous cock. As we stared at each other? Waves. My god, the pulsing waves of pure, unadulterated sex that bombarded me from this man were unlike anything I’d ever felt! I could feel the thrum in my skin. Again, I blame the stench of man-sex and poppers and the July heat of the room and the music and pheromones. I didn’t even feel the cub’s mouth on my dick anymore (he’d evidently gone back to sucking me at some point- I honestly hadn’t noticed). I was lost in Kurt’s stare which was a grappling hook in my heart. With a small head gesture from him, I pulled my dick from the cub’s mouth and walked down to the now vacant end of the sling. Still locked into his eyes, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and added a slight pressure downward. I knew what he wanted, and even though I’d never rimmed a guy before, I obeyed. I slowly sank down, and started tonguing the cub’s furry pucker. The heat of his butthole and the tang of semen hit my tongue like a one-two punch, and it shocked me. A fuse blew, and I just started to eat his ass with abandon. The cub was moaning and begging for more, and I could feel him pushing out some of the cum for me. Tasting what he’d collected from these other men in this way drove me into a frenzy. In a hazy way, could tell my brain wanted to analyze what the fuck was going on with me, but I was too busy being swept along in the sexual current of the moment. I felt Kurt’s hand under my chin, gently lifting me upward. Again, he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted. I just knew. I absentmindedly reached for a condom, opened it and rolled it on. I spit on my hand and lubed up, although I didn’t need much. The cub was already well lubricated from several others. While continuing to be held by Kurt’s stare, I slid into the cub and started fucking him. Slowly, I let the sling rock back and forth, feeling the cub’s hot, hairy little hole slide up and down my shaft. Through my stare I was trying to telepathically communicate to Kurt that this is what *I* wanted. I wanted to be in the sling, him to be sheathed inside me— my hole working his shaft. Me giving him my body and giving him pleasure, and taking pleasure in return. During the fuck, Kurt moved closer. I felt his thumb and forefinger encircle my cock at the base as I fucked the cub. I was keenly aware that this was the first time he’d touched me, and I shuddered. On the outstroke, I could feel Kurt using his hand to work the condom up my shaft. Then he lined me up and I thrust back in. Then on the outstroke again, Kurt’s hand working the condom up. By the 4th stroke or so, it was just now at my head. He deftly pulled it off. Without missing a beat, he lined me up again and I slid back inside the cub. Kurt was again directing me as he wanted and I was his slave. He then leaned in close to me again and gruffly whispered, “Now breed him. He’s a cumdump and I wanna watch you give him what he wants.” I obeyed. I grabbed the chains of the sling and looked down at the muscle cub I was using as directed. He really was a cute guy, the kind of “aw shucks” guy it looks like you’d want to date and take home to your parents. At least until you found out he was a dirty, fucking slut. Which right now made my dick that much harder. His hole felt like wet silk on my raw dick. As I was building tempo, Kurt moved up to the head of the sling and tucked his prodigious unit in the cub’s mouth. Only about 1/3 of it fit and the cub was gagging on it. Kurt made eye contact with me again and held it as he grabbed the boy’s head and fucked his mouth. I smirked because I could tell that was doing this for me. He *knew* I would like seeing the cub struggle with his meat. He spoke to the cub next, in a deep voice that seemed to cut through the noise in the room. “Beg for his load, slut. I wanna hear you beg for his cum like the filthy cunt you are.” The cub stopped sucking long enough to start up a litany of entreaties for my seed. “Please breed me! Please cum in me! I wanna feel you load me! I need it! Please! No loads refused! I’m a fucking cum whore and I live to be filled! I want your DNA to be part of me! Knock me up, man!” Hearing the hot stud begging for me to cum was the final push to get the load to boil out of my balls. I buried myself in him and let go. Volley after volley of my pent up seed and frustration throbbed into his guts. “Oh fuck! I feel him cumming! I actually FEEL it!! Fuck that’s a lot! Oh FUUUUUCK!” the cub whimpered. And through all of this, my eyes never left Kurt’s. Even though I had just cum so much that it felt like my balls turned inside out, I was still in a sex trance. I was empty, but now I needed to get filled. I pulled out of the cub and made my way over to Kurt. I figured it was going to be now. This was going to happen. Kurt was still rock hard from our scene and I aimed to be on the recipient end of it. As I approached there was a brief look of confusion which flickered across his face. When I was in front of him, I reached out and grabbed his massive tool. He flinched at the contact, and pushed my hand away. Not to be deterred, I dropped to my knees in front of him and moved to take him in my mouth. He instantly jumped back away from me and barked out, “No.” It was like a hypnotist snapped his fingers and I suddenly found myself naked on a stage in front of strangers. One of the party rules was “consent”. If someone said No or wanted to stop- you stopped. That was the rule. And if you didn’t stop, you were asked to leave or escorted out. So there I was, as it were. Just a boy. Kneeling in front of a boy. Asking him to fuck me. And being patently rejected. It was so “mixed message” after everything that had just transpired that I actually started to laugh. I had so many emotions roiling about that I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Seeing how Kurt looked at me, I was instantly filled with hot shame. Which was then rapidly replaced by seething anger. I stood up slowly and gave Kurt my best “what the everloving fuck” look. He just looked back at me with pinched brows and shook his head. So I walked over to the nearest fuck bench, bent over with dramatic flair, and proceeded to make a show of lubing up my ass. And I aimed to get filled one way or another. And if Kurt wouldn’t do it, anyone else would do. Any and all of them. And that fucker was going to watch them do it. One guy immediately walked up and stuffed his dick in my mouth. I asked for some poppers, took a hit, and went to town servicing him. I was on a mission. During this, I felt a couple different guys walk by and caress my ass. One even fingered my hole a little… but then they would walk away. Nobody seemed to want to fuck me. I kept wriggling my ass and trying to tempt guys, all to no avail. Why was nobody fucking me? Even the guy feeding me his cock didn’t cum and he wandered off. I was prepped. I was ready. I had a muscular, round ass from hours of squats and miles of biking. And I was a pretty darn good bottom from what I’d been told. But tonight I was on a fuck bench island—alone. I was starting to feel pretty despondent, when suddenly I feel a guy’s cock start to nudge around my ass. Finally! I hear the lube bottle open and feel him slick up his dick behind me. A lubed digit briefly slipped in my ass to open me up. And just as the head starts to slip inside me, it stops and pulls out. “What’s your deal, man? I was gonna breed that fine little ass!” “It’s off limits for you. Go fuck the cumdump in the sling.” It was Kurt’s voice. Why the fuck was Kurt was cock blocking? This made absolutely no sense. “Fuck you, man. You don’t own this hole. And this little fucker is begging for a load!” said my would be fucker. “Seriously man, just walk away. He doesn’t want your toxic seed.” Toxic seed? Was the guy poz and was he going to fuck me without a condom? I stood up from the bench. “Dude, are you poz and were you going to fuck me without a condom?” I asked the guy. He looked at me with disdain. “Whatever, dude. It’s a bareback sex party.” And he stalked off. Kurt was standing there with his arms folded over his chest. “Are YOU the reason nobody’s been wanting to fuck me? Have you been cock blocking me this entire time??” I asked him incredulously. “I just saved your ass. Literally and figuratively. You’re in a sex haze and not thinking clearly. Did you really want his dirty dick to load you up with poz cum?” Kurt asked flatly. “Well… maybe I DID!” I retorted like a child. Kurt stared me down until I looked away. “I didn’t think so,” he answered smugly. And this pissed me off. “You know what? I’m out. Thanks for ruining what was turning into a good night. Let’s not keep meeting like this, shall we?” I spat as I walked away from him. I stormed upstairs, got dressed, and left the party. I drove home angry. Hurt. Sad. And … relieved? Relieved that I’d dodged a poz load in my ass all because of Kurt and his apparent conscience. I was more confused than ever about who the fuck this man was. * * I didn’t see Kurt again until the end of summer. And other than occasional angry thoughts about him, I didn’t much think of him during the time after the sex party. The only time he seriously entered my thoughts was during the one hookup I had in the month of August. Looking back, it was painfully obvious I was trying to find a clone of Kurt. The guy was big and dark and muscular—but the connection just wasn’t there. The sex was perfunctory and unfulfilling and left me fantasizing about Kurt while I jacked myself off on the guy. I ate my weight in ice cream afterwards, because feelings. Anyway, I really felt I had turned a corner when Labor Day rolled around. It was time for Tom and Hal’s end of summer pool party. I was in a mood and pretty down on myself, so I almost didn’t go. If Tom wasn’t such a good friend, I’d probably have begged off, coming up with some lame excuse. As it was, I sucked it up, put on the pink speedo that showed off my assets, and headed over. When I arrived, Tom met me at the door- a big shit eating grin on his face. “About time! And man have I got a surprise for you!” and he started singing “Matchmaker” from Fiddler on the Roof. “Oh no. Don’t you remember the last time you tried to set me up? I thought we’d learned our lesson, because *that* went so fucking well,” I admonished. “Look honey. How was I supposed to know he was still married?” he shrugged. “And a sub bottom with a diaper fetish,” I reminded him. “Everyone has little kinks, darling,” he laughed. “Exactly what part of ‘change me! Baby make boom-boom’ did you think I would find endearing?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Tom waved me off. “This one is different. You are 100% his type, and he is SO yours. I mean, this guy is so EVERYONE’S type. Trust me. This time, this yenta is onto something big. And from what I hear, I do mean BIG!” I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I had to just go with it. It was just who Tom was. I’d humor him, meet the guy, it wouldn’t work (like all the others because it was seriously like Tom didn’t know me at all or what I liked), and I’d go on my merry way until next time. Tom left me in the kitchen and scurried off to go find Mr. Match, so I made myself a drink. I heard him coming back with someone in tow (Tom was loud) just as I was completing my margarita. I turned around and… yeah. Him. Tom smiles huge and says, “I’d like to introduce you to…” “Kurt,” I finished, my disdain apparent. Tom’s smile falters. “Oh, have you two met?” he enquires. “Oh yeah. On a few separate occasions, isn’t that right Kurt?” Kurt just stood there, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. For once he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I took the opportunity to add an extra shot of patron to my marg. “By the way, Tom? You’re wrong about me being his type,” I said in the shittiest voice I could muster. “He actually finds me quite repulsive—that is when he can even be bothered to remember who the fuck I am. So if you’ll excuse me, imma go find your husband and drink. Heavily.” And with that I left them standing in the kitchen. Several drinks and an hour of avoidance later, I was on an air mattress in the pool, trying to relax and soak up the last of the summer sun. I felt the waves gently rock me as someone slid into the pool. A few moments later, a shadow covered me as someone stood next to my float. “Hey,” he said. Because of course it was Kurt. I tilted my head over and opened my eyes. God he was even more beautiful wet. And today he was sporting hair that was a bit longer and just starting to wave a bit, and a full mustache with heavy beard stubble. He was a wet, sexier Tom Selleck. Or Pete Kuzak. It was his best look and it physically hurt me to look at him, so I closed my eyes. “What is it, Kurt?” I sighed. “You’ve successfully managed to suck almost all the joy in my life for the past few months. What are you going to do for an encore? Anally rape my mother while pouring sugar in my gas tank?” He chuckled. “That line is from the movie Clerks. And No. No encore. More like a truce.” I looked at him again. “I was a jerk and I’m sorry,” he said with a shrug. “And I think that for today, on this last day of summer, we should just hang out and… be. Maybe get to know each other in a different space. What do you say?” I thought about it for a good minute. I mean, really thought about it. Do I continue to be butthurt? Or do I just say fuck it and let him off the hook? Even though his eyes held mine again, there wasn’t the heat. Instead they were saying “please”. Which broke me. I relented. “Fetch me another drink, Farm Boy, and we’ll see,” I said. “Fetch it yourself,” he says and then proceeded to dump me off my air mattress into the pool. I sputtered as I came up and he was laughing like a kid and smiling. Smiling AT me. I’d never seen him smile before, not like this. Not directed at me. Being on the receiving end of it was absolutely blinding. Like a million photographer flash bulbs going off. And he had dimples, because of course he did. Fuck me sideways. The next couple of hours in the pool drifted by lazily. We talked about everything and nothing. The Clerks quote had opened things up and we chatted about favorite movies and art and just hung out. Other guys at the party desperately wanted Kurt’s attention, but whenever they would swim up to chat, he would shift over to me. Feeling his bulk casually brush up against my side, or his furry leg touch mine set flame to my skin. One time he even draped his arm across my shoulders possessively and my insides melted. Seriously turned to goo. I slowly reciprocated and put my arm around his expansive back to his waist. This time he didn’t smack it away. It was the first time I was actually touching him after all these months—the heat of his tan flesh under my hand made my heart stutter. I’d had more than a few cocktails at this point, so I was feeling giddy and buzzy, but in a really warm and delightful way. I was also punch drunk from the attention Kurt was paying me. Feeling cocky, I popped back onto a pool float and lay back with my hands beneath my head. “Push me around the pool,” I jokingly command him. “As you wish,” he replied. Fuck me. He did know the Princess Bride after all. I felt his hand move from the float to my side and I felt sure that I was in for another dunking. If that happened, I’d make him pay. But no. We were in the shallows of the pool and he was gently pushing me around- his large hand on my upper rib cage. Then his hand shifted a bit, and I felt his finger on my nipple. At first it just rested there, but instantly the entire focus of my being was concentrated on that little nub of flesh. Then his finger lightly circled it and brushed it. I shivered, and my cock sprang to life in my speedo. “Looks like someone is having a good time,” said Tom cheekily, and I quickly dumped myself off the mattress and into the cool water. I was immediately self-conscious again of being sexual in public and separated myself to the far side of the pool to get my drink. I hear Kurt haul himself out of the water and excuse himself to the restroom. Meanwhile my mind is racing with a million thoughts. What was happening? Was Kurt flirting? Did he actually want me? Did I WANT him to want me? What would we do? Would we finally have sex? My boner would NOT go down as my mind raced down alley after alley of all the things I wanted to do to Kurt’s body. Eventually I was able to quell my visible desire and decided that I too could use a bathroom break. I figured it was also a good time for a drink refresher too. When I looked for Kurt to see if he wanted something from the bar, he wasn’t around. Meh, I figured I’d just surprise him with something and I headed up to the house. When I opened the bathroom door, I’m the one who got the surprise. Kurt was there, leaning against the sink with his dick halfway down Tom’s throat. I think I said something like, “Oops! Sorry” before stumbling blindly away, tears burning my eyes. It was like my heart had been ripped from my chest and crumpled like a ball of foil. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had to get out of there and away. Just… away. The next thing I remember was sitting in my car and bawling my eyes out. I’d been duped again and let my guard down. I was smarter than this. And How DARE he have this much power over me! But the truth was he did have that power and it sucked. He’d hurt me again. And the really fucked up thing was, I would probably continue to let him because I was just that pathetic. I felt the passenger side open up and someone crawl in. I figured it was Tom, come to apologize. “You know, Tom? Bathroom doors come with locks for a reason. Mainly so your EX-best friend doesn’t stumble in on you sucking off the love of his life,” I said with as much venom as I could muster. “It’s not Tom… it’s me.” Because of course it was him. And suddenly a switch flipped and I was furious. “Get. The fuck. Out of my car,” I said dangerously. “Seriously. Get out. Get OUT! Fuck you, fucking dick! Did you come to gloat? To Rub it in? Fuck you and your mixed messages. Fuck you for messing with me. Is this a fucking game to you? Is this FUN? Tormenting me? Teasing me and then gutting me to the core? Is THAT what gets you off you sadistic FUCK!” “No, this isn’t a game. And this isn’t what gets me off,” he said quietly. “Then what is it? What the FUCK is going on between us? Why would you come at me with your ‘lets just be’ B.S.? Then proceed to tease me all day? You aren’t blind or stupid—you KNOW what you do to me! You KNOW how I feel about you. You toyed with me deliberately only to go off and fuck Tom’s mouth!” “I didn’t do it deliberately, I honestly just wanted to try to befriend you today,” he mumbled. “And I didn’t go off to fuck Tom’s mouth. He busted in on me jacking off in the bathroom and he just dropped and started sucking. I… I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point…I should’ve stopped him, but….” “But?? BUT WHAT?? Any hole will do, is that it? Anyone’s but MINE?” I shot back. “I… I just really needed… I needed to get off, ok?” “You needed to get off. AT the pool party. Because it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I said incredulously. “Seriously. It couldn’t wait?” “No, it couldn’t wait!” Kurt was becoming visibly agitated and upset now. “Why the fuck not? Seriously, who just jacks off randomly at a party?” “I was doing it to protect you!” he said, his voice escalating in volume. “Protecting me? From whom? Tom?? You thought you’d protect me from Tom’s mouth by FUCKING IT?!?” I shouted back. “I WAS PROTECTING YOU FROM ME, GODDAMNIT!” All the air seemed to go out of the car, and Kurt was shaking. My anger dissipated quickly and my intuition was telling me something important was happening. I turned to Kurt and just looked at him— patiently waiting for some sort of explanation. Kurt wouldn’t look back. He just looked at his hands as he gripped the dashboard. He took a deep, shuddering breath and began. “I was protecting you from me. Being near you today? I thought I could handle it. I saw the way you looked at me at the sex party. How hurt you were and it gutted me. I told myself never again. So when you showed up today, I thought to myself, Kurt? Here’s your opportunity. Here’s your chance to make amends and maybe not be such an asshole. I really thought the best protection for you might be if I were a buddy, you know? Just a buddy who could look out for you and protect you. I thought I could handle it. But christ. Being near you today? Seeing your body? Joking around and hearing you laugh? Touching you? It made me fucking crazy- like I wanted to jump right out of my skin. I tried to tamp it down, God I tried. To just be a normal guy and not… not think with my prick. But you look so goddamn much like him and I couldn’t control myself and my dark thoughts started spinning out of control and I had to stop them. Stop myself. So I went to the bathroom to jack off. To relieve the sexual pressure so that I could maybe go back to just being a nice guy and maybe a friend. If I could just cum it might be enough to get through being near you the rest of the afternoon. But I didn’t lock the fucking door and Tom came in and he just… started sucking… and I just really needed the release or else I was going to do something I would regret so I just let him keep sucking even though I should have stopped him. I know I should have stopped him! It wasn’t his mouth I wanted. But when my demons are released it’s like trying to stop a freight train and then you walked in and everything went to fucking hell ….” Kurt still hadn’t looked at me. And he still hadn’t answered the big question. “Kurt,” I said gently. “Why do you feel you need to protect me from yourself? I’m a big boy- maybe not in stature- but I can make my own decisions. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time.” “Oh you can’t say that! PLEASE don’t say that!” he cried. And tears started to flow from his eyes. “Why not? It’s the truth. I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before. You electrify me in a way that nobody ever has,” I said as I reached out to touch his leg. He flinched and looked up at me, stricken. “Electrify? As in Charge?? HA!” He laughed mirthlessly as his body was wracked with sobs. “I’m HIV positive,” he finally whispered. “But it’s more than that. Much more. I’m sick. Not HIV sick, but sick in my very soul. I have a darkness in me. A twisted desire to infect other guys with HIV. You asked what gets me off? THAT gets me off. The thought of infecting guys makes my dick hard! Christ! I’m getting hard right now just talking about it and I’m fucking bawling while I bare by soul to you! How fucked up is that?” There was a pregnant pause as he took a deep breath. “And how sick is it that I want to infect you so you’ll be mine forever?” It was barely audible, but I heard it. “Kurt…” I started. “His name was Bo. Love of my life. I was fairly newly poz when we met, and he wasn’t. But we were determined to make it work. I loved him and He knew me, REALLY knew me. Knew my darkness. Knew my fetishes and kinks. My demons. And he loved me anyway. He loved me so much that he begged for me to knock him up. To infect him so we would always be together. I railed against the idea for a long time, and we were always so careful. SO careful! I needed him healthy and whole. But he wore me down. He said he was ready. He PROMISED me he was. That he could handle it and he wanted it and he wanted it from ME. He even told me that he would go get pozzed up from someone else, just to be done with it all. So finally I relented. I let the demons out and I did it. I fucking did it. It took on the first try too, because I’m fertile. And I gotta tell you, man was it hot. It was so goddamn hot doing it. I loved every fucking second and being the one to make him poz. Fuck, it blew my mind. When I bred him that night it was like all my love emptied into him too. Only he lied to me. He wasn’t ready for it. His family found out and they disowned him. Some of his friends turned on him and called him a fool for not being safe and stupid for being with me. They abandoned him. His conservative job found out and canned him. He lost health insurance. It was all so messed up. But I thought we were working through it all ok. We had each other and I loved him and that was enough right? But he got depressed. Really depressed. I came home one day… I came home…and… I’m the one who found him.” Kurt had tears just streaming down his face now- cathartically releasing all the pent up emotions that must have been eating away at him. “Bo is dead because of me. The love of my life died because I can’t control my sick desires. I was weak and he is dead. And I vowed never again. Not with someone that I care about. And then you walk into a bar bathroom, the spitting image…” “But Kurt, we can still do stuff. Be intimate. All this doesn’t make me want you less, if anything I want you more now. We can be safe….” I offered. “Safe? With me there IS no ‘safe’. You’ve seen me in action, when I’m amped up. I’m a fucking pig with a big cock and a bigger sex drive. Once the demons are loose, there’s no stopping them. You say “safe” but you don’t understand. You don’t KNOW. I’m telling you even now sitting here, after all this, I still want to infect you. I see you and I am overcome with desire. I want you so badly that I can’t focus. You are so beautiful and sexy and I want nothing more than to tear up that meaty little ass of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you bleed. I want to fuck you until your spine cracks and your spleen is bruised. I want you whimpering as I cum so deep inside that it will never come out. And then I want to do it again and again and again until you convert. Then we’ll be a matched pair and I’ll own you for life. You say ‘safe’. How do you think you’ll be safe with me? I’m way bigger than you. You don’t stand a chance. Don’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. You think you’ll be safe if I use a condom? Don’t you think that at some point my dark side will win and I’ll sabotage the rubber so my seed leaks into you? Or I sneak it off and stealth you? Or drug you and then rape my poz load into your ass? God, my cock is hard right now just talking about it! With me there IS no such thing as safe, don’t you see? That’s why I’m telling you all this. That’s why I let Tom suck me. That’s why I pushed you away at the sex party. That’s why I pretended not to know you at the bar even though I wanted nothing more than to ditch that other guy and take you back to my place to destroy you. That’s why I sprinted home that first time at the bar. It’s me… protecting you… from me. Before I can’t control myself and it’s too late.” We sat quietly in my car, the only sound an occasional sniffle from him as we sat amid the enormity of everything he just unloaded. My mind was reeling from his revelations and his stark honesty. There was so much conflict going on inside me. My feelings for him. My attraction. His status. His dark fetish. His struggle. But above it all, just being in the car with him had me vibrating. My guts were a knot and… And suddenly, I was calm. In a moment of clarity, I knew what I was going to do. Kurt spoke again, dejectedly. “I know this was… a lot. And I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Please understand that I think you are so… so beautiful. But you deserved to know. And now maybe you’ll understand I can’t see you again.” His hand moved to the door handle. Before he could make another move, I launched myself at him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. I wish I could say it was one of those beautiful, perfect moviestar kisses—it wasn’t. He’d been crying. I’d been crying. There were residual tears and snot. I came in too hot and our teeth sort of clacked together. It wasn’t pretty. But it was also fucking hot as hell. It started off with me ramming against him and him sort of yelping as I startled him. His body was tensed like a clock spring. I kept our lips pressed together unmoving- waiting to see what he was going to do. Suddenly the fight seemed to go out of him and he relaxed. Then our kiss morphed into a gentle “I see you, Jake Sully” kiss. And then it deepened, and turned more urgent until we were two horny teenagers making out in a car. And I gotta say—the stache and stubble combo? Holy fuck. Feeling his stubble rake across my jaw lit me on fire. Kissing Kurt in this moment was the most intimate, most sexual thing I think I’d ever done with another man in my life. It also felt I was kissing a brewing storm… and I never wanted to stop. As my hands wandered down to his straining groin, he suddenly stopped and pushed me away. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! I am barely hanging on, here. We have to stop.” “Have you heard of PReP,” I asked him breathlessly. “Sure,” he nods. “Well, I’m on it. And I triple dog dare you to try to get me pregnant, Kurt.” He closed his eyes then. “Drive,” he commanded as he fastened his seat belt. * * We drove to his condo in a blur. I drove fast, but not so fast as to get a speeding ticket (or DUI). He wanted to fuck me at his place because it was set up with everything that we would need. I honestly don’t remember getting from the parking garage to his unit. Once parked we were on each other again with reckless abandon. We managed to get out of the car, but he pushed me up against it- his hands all over my body. He ended up going down on me as I leaned against the car- my synapses shorting out as I felt his mouth take me inside. Then I tried to return the favor, but the 0 gauge PA kept clattering against my teeth which really bothered me. We stopped so he could unscrew a ball and take it out for me. I sucked his dick briefly in the elevator- I didn’t care if there were security cameras. Let them fucking watch me service this god’s dick! I just needed to feel him in my mouth. His dick is fucking enormous. Two and a half hands worth and my fingers didn’t touch around it. Big fucking head like a pit viper. He probably was going to fuck me in half with it, and I was beyond ready to surrender to it. Eventually we got to his condo and he had me go prep using his shower shot while he got the place ready for me. I did as I was told and made sure to spend a little extra time, as I knew he would be going extra deep. I stepped out of the bathroom into a dimly lit scene. “Come here,” I heard him say in his deep, sex voice. My feet were instantly compelled forward to the bedroom. He had a blood red light bulb in the bedside lamp, to set the mood. He had a sling set up, suspended in one corner from eye bolts in the ceiling. One of the walls had a large mirror there so you would be able to watch yourself during, were you so inclined. And the wall opposite the foot of the king sized bed had a 60” TV mounted on an articulating arm, so porn could be watched at any time. And he had filthy porn playing—lots of biohazard symbols everywhere. As I stepped into his den of iniquity, our eyes met and he said, “Last chance, bud. Or abandon all hope.” I walked up to him, staring deeply into his eyes. I feel that familiar sex trance coming on and this time I welcomed it fully. With that all my inhibitions fell away and I felt free. I knew Kurt wouldn’t judge me and anything was on the table. I chose my next words deliberately. “So, that guy that you were talking with that night at the bar when you pretended not to know me? Did you poz him?” I saw Kurt’s nostrils flare as his eyes glittered in the red light. “Yes. Yes I did.” “Tell me,” I say. “What’s to tell? He was a dumb fucking bug chaser. I found him on BBRT and told him I could help him out. He met me at the bar after work. I brought him here and gave him what he wanted.” “And what he wanted was your toxic seed. Did it take?” I asked. I knew my questions were goading Kurt on and getting his demons going. “Oh yeah. I told you—I’m fertile. He called me two weeks later to tell me he got the fuck flu. He was so happy.” “And was it a good fuck? Did you enjoy breeding him? Did it satisfy you?” I asked. “It was ok. He’d been chasing for awhile but everyone’s pretty well controlled these days so infections are rare. And he really wanted it so it didn’t feel like much of a challenge. It’s sort of hotter when the guy doesn’t want it, or doesn’t know he wants it.” Kurt’s cock was so hard at this. That’s when I noticed he’d changed his PA. The one in now was a curved barbell of sorts, but there were conical spikes screwed onto the ends. Kind of like what you’d see on a dog’s collar. I reached down and fingered it lightly. His cock jumped at my touch. “Is this your weapon of choice for my guts tonight?” I asked. “You triple dog dared me to get you pregnant. I aim to keep my record intact,” he growled. “So, about a month before I ran into you at the bar, Charlie told me he’d seen you with some random guy from out of town and that you’d left with him. You get him pregnant, too?” Kurt chuckled. “You keeping tabs on me?” he asked. “Just some light stalking. You know I’m obsessed with you.” Kurt reaches up and starts lightly stroking my nipples. My nipples are hard wired and with his touch, bolts of electricity coursed through me and made my dick jump. “I honestly don’t know if I got him pregnant or not- it’s definitely possible since I gave him a double dose. I may get a two-fer if his wife pops poz too.” “Fuck, really?” I asked. Even though I had started out as just playing a role to turn Kurt on, hearing him talk this way was getting me very turned on. Was I a secret chaser? Or was I just some sex pig that had finally found someone to help me realize my true self?” “Yeah. The guy was in town on a business trip. Married. To a woman. He was at the bar because he was bi-curious, the stupid fucker. Had cheated on his wife a few times with guys but only bottomed twice before. Such an easy pickup! He took me back to his hotel room so I could be his third time. Man, he was definitely not prepared for my cock. He cried while I fucked him.” “And you got him to risk it and go bareback?” I asked, definitely curious at this point. “Not at first. He insisted on a condom because he was ‘married’. But I deliberately didn’t use enough lube. I wanted to rough him up a bit and also possibly have the condom pop. That happens sometimes due to my size and my… vigor. Whoops.” He grinned and I had to laugh at the way he said it. “Unfortunately, the condom held, but he was really crying and it was tearing up his ass something fierce because fuck he was tight, so I told him it would feel better skin to skin. I had him take a hit of poppers, stripped off the condom, lubed up, and slid right back in. “I stealthed him quick before he came to his senses. And then kept going to make sure I massaged that load into him. As I was working up load 2 he did ask me not to cum in him. I said ‘Why change things now?’ and shot a second load deep. That’s when he kind of freaked out a bit and kicked me out of his hotel room.” “Was this a good fuck?” I asked, as I moved behind him and knelt to tongue his butthole. As soon as I made contact in his furry crack, I went into overdrive. He moaned. “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing better than breeding a married “straight” guy. I love it when the guy struggles to take my cock. I like it when they cry too- feels more like rape, even though they never ask me to stop. And I love sending them on their way with my little gift. Their cheating asses are getting what they deserve. Plus it’s hot thinking that they might pass it on to their wives or to some other guys along their path of sexual discovery.” “I have a question for you,” I say, pausing in my rimming. “At the sex party, why didn’t you just let that guy fuck me and breed me? Maybe I would have popped poz and all this conflict would have gone away.” Then I dove back into his perfect ass. “I thought I already answered that. I needed to be the one to do it so that you’re mine forever. I couldn’t let some other guy have that honor. Not with you. Especially when I could stop it. Do you know how many poz guys I chased away from your hole that night? At least 5. The last guy was definitely toxic, although you would have liked his dick.” I stopped rimming him and stood up. I stood on tip toes and whispered into his ear. “I think it’s time for you to impregnate me. Give me my first dirty dick.” Kurt kissed me fiercely then. It wasn’t like the first one in the car, or even the parking garage—this WAS a Hollywood kiss. Longing and long-denied desire pouring out in a flood between us. I’ve never been kissed like that by anyone before—or since. All I knew was that my mind was fried and I was complete his now and forever and all I could think was “dick dick dick… in in in…. now now now… “. He picked me up deftly, and placed me into the sling. My feet were placed in the stirrups and cinched in snugly. He looked down on me with unbridled lust, and I’m sure I looked back with equal amounts. He bared his teeth and chuckled menacingly. “You stupid fucker. Your ass is mine now. I’m gonna give you my AIDS.” “Stop talking and fucking do it already,” I goaded. He let out a fierce growl and lubed up his dick. Then he lubed up my hole, making sure to roughly finger the lube into me. Then I felt his cock head and the sharp PA resting against my pucker. I sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tossed me some spray poppers and a cloth. “Here, you might want to try these. I’ll do you a solid and wait until you’re flying.” “I want you to know something,” I said as I uncapped the spray can. “I’m not going to be like that businessman. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to beg for you not to cum in me. I’m not as innocent as I seem and I don’t need your mercy. I’m tough. And I’m a greedy fucking bottom who lusts for big cock. I need this. I need YOU. I think I’ve needed you my whole life. And my body is yours to destroy as you see fit.” I hit the spray poppers and soon my head fuzzed and everything got warm and tingly. I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me, and then discomfort as his girth slowly slid inside. I figured Kurt was just going to fucking pound me until I passed out, but no. He slow fucked me. He worked his enormous tool back and forth inside me, stopping when it started nudging my second ring and then sliding languorously back out. A couple times he pulled all the way out with a sharp plop (which I admit stung a bit) before pushing slowly back inside. I’m not gonna lie, what he was doing was feeling fucking incredible. So much cock was in me and I felt so stretched! But there was also the added sensation of the metal dragging in my guts. And then there was his gaze. I could almost taste his lust. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I growled. “Patience, young padawan,” he said. “I’m just tilling the soil for my seed. There’s a method to my madness, you’ll see. I can’t just ram you with this particular PA in. It’s kind of uncomfortable for me and the cones tend to come loose. One time I lost the whole thing inside a dude’s shitter- now that was interesting breeding session. Also, I’ve been cautioned by the piercer that with my size, this type could get caught deep in your colon and hook us together in a rather compromising position. And that wouldn’t be very much fun now, would it?” I shook my head. “Plus we can’t risk damaging that beautiful baby-maker you got,” I agreed. “You like it?” he says cockily as he flexed it inside me causing me to gasp. “It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever taken and its going to ruin me forever for all other cock,” I told him quite sincerely. “Oh, its’ going to ruin you all right.” He grinned wickedly. He popped out again, and started removing the PA. “You should be good and scraped up now. Plenty of places for my seed to latch,” he said matter of factly. “And now the real fucking begins.” He relubed and I hit the spray poppers again, just in time to get fuzzy before his onslaught. I know everyone is now expecting a merciless rape of the sabine women scene, but it wasn’t like that. He was definitely all about taking his pleasure, but not at the expense of mine. He re-entered me fairly slowly and when his dick came to my second ring, he patiently worked me open until he could get all the way inside. Then he short stroked himself deep in there in order to make sure I was good and open for his dick before he started giving it all to me with force. And for me? Nobody had ever fucked me this deep before. And definitely nobody that I was so in tune with. I literally don’t remember some of the fuck once he got going, because I was riding wave after blissful wave. I was having anal/full body orgasms left and right from the way his cock was hitting inside me. I’m pretty sure I was making loud, guttural noises and probably scaring his neighbors. I honestly don’t know how long he had been fucking me before I regained my voice. 20 minutes? 2 hours? It was all a blur. But he was buried in me and grinding when I decided to ask for more. “Kurt? Will you put in the big PA for me? The 0 gauge that you had in the night we met? I’ve never been fucked by one and I need to feel it.” “You sure? Because it will probably bruise your sigmoid colon a bit,” he said with a touch of concern. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be able to feel you inside me for days after this fuck.” He pulled out slowly and went to his dresser. This was a captive bead PA and he had bought the special tool for popping the ball in and out. With an audible snap, I knew it was in and that I’d soon be feeling it. “This is more than I could have hoped for,” he said during the lull in our fucking. “You’re taking me like a champ, and I’ve already been leaking tons of precum into your cunt. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had and you’re helping me edge up one massive load. You’re so getting infected. I don’t care if you are on Prep—it’s not going to be able to save you after this.” “Promises, Promises,” I joked. “Now, play with my nipples as you enter me and get ready to see stars.” It took a bit to get the 0 gauge in me, but in me it went. All the way in me. And yeah, I felt it. The heavy weight of it moving inside me as he thrust into me. The pleasure pain as he drove that ring and ball repeatedly into my second ring. He did work my nipples as he fucked me now, and my hole went crazy on his dick. This set up a steady litany of accolades from him, where extolling my virtues as a professional bottom cock pig. I could tell we were nearing the finale at this point, and truthfully I wasn’t exactly sure how much more my guts could take. Poppers were failing to dull the pain he was punching into me now. “Look at me Kurt,” I commanded. And our eyes locked one last time. “I… I’m pretty sure I love you,” I stammered while staring intently at him. “It was love at first sight. From that first moment our eyes met in the bathroom, I knew. I just… knew.” Kurt was fucking me hard now. “It was inevitable. We were always going to end up here, right here. With you trying to knock me up. Because this connection of ours would not be denied.” His hands were fiercely gripping my hips and he was literally throwing my ass onto his dick. His groin slamming into me with abandon with smacks echoing off the concrete walls in his condo. “You know how much I love you, Kurt?” I grunted out between thrusts. “No. Tell me,” he ground out. “You know how I told you I was on PrEP?” I said, through gritted teeth. “I lied.” He came in me then. With a guttural moan that was somewhere between triumph and anguish, he came. Deeply. And hard. He was planted all the way up inside me when he launched volley after volley after volley of his charged semen into me. And I felt it. Not just the throbbing of his cock up inside me where no man had ever been, but I felt his cum. I felt the shots hit inside. The wet heat. All of it. And somewhere during his orgasm I had my own. My own prodigious load shot everywhere. I felt it hit my face, but it painted me from chin to navel. When he finally stopped cumming (like 2 minutes later, his cock still up in my second ring), he looked down at me with something that looked like sadness in his face. “Is it true?” He asked. “Is it true that I love you?” I said, playing dumb. “Absolutely. I’ve been head over heels for you for months. Since I first saw you.” “No, I mean… the PrEP thing. Is it… true?” I looked at him and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true. I’m not on it. Never was.” Kurt started breathing rapidly and he started to shake a bit. “Oh god. You LIED to me! No no no! Fuck! This is going to be Bo all over again! I can’t handle that. Fuck, what have I done? Oh god, I never should have…” “Hey!” I snapped, and Kurt stopped. “You didn’t do this. I did. I chose. I decided that I wanted you to own me forever, so I let this happen. No. I MADE this happen. And if I had changed my mind, I would have stopped it. It *is* possible to stop Mr. Ferris Buehler, you know.” This elicited a small smile from him. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I won’t do it again. Ever. I promise.” I looked deeply at him so he could see my earnestness. “Ever. And although I look like him, I’m not him. You gotta trust me on this.” He nodded. I was still on my back in the sling and he was still in me at this point, and my load was starting to run everywhere. So, I scooped up what I could from by chest and belly and held it out to him. “If your fertileness is to be believed, this is my last neg load. Take it,” I said. “It’s always the Clark Kent types,” he said with a snort. And without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to my hand and lapped up my cum. Then he held my hand while he slowly sucked each of my fingers clean. “How’s it taste, big guy?” The corners of his mouth twitched a bit before answering. “Positively delicious.” “OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT!” I guffawed. “What?” he shrugged. “If you can quote cheesy movie lines to me, then I’m gonna make puns so bad they’ll give you AIDS.” And then he smiled at me. And it was blinding. * * After our breeding session, he carefully removed my feet from the stirrups and I wrapped my legs around him tightly. Determined to keep him planted inside me forever. He lifted me out of the sling (with my help) and we maneuvered to his bed. With much shuffling and grunting, we managed to scooch all the way up, until I had a pillow under my head, and he was laying with most of his weight on top of me. We kissed slowly and deeply like this for a long time. As we were resting (he was STILL in me, although my hips were starting to cramp at this point), I started thinking about a positional change. “Hey, when do I get to fuck you?” I asked. “I don’t get fucked, I fuck.” He stated. “Although if I were to get fucked, it would be you. You seem to know what you’re doing.” “And you seemed to enjoy watching me fuck those guys,” I said. “I enjoyed MAKING you fuck those guys. There’s a difference. Although I’m sure they liked it. A hot fucker like you dicking them down? Plus you got a pretty good dick on ya for a little guy. Not as good as mine but….” I smacked him and he playfully said “ow”. He chuckled while I made my hole dance on his dick a few times. I grabbed his face and looked at him. “You know, I think I’ve always been a pig. Or more accurately a pig-in-waiting. I was just so focused on being the good boy that everyone wanted me to be. Always so tentative. Afraid to cut loose. I guess I was in some pretty deep denial. Until you. Then it was all ‘Suuuuper Piiiiig’. I guess that makes you my phone booth.” “What’s a ‘phone booth’?” he asked in mock seriousness. It was right after this that I was brought up short by a sudden and paralyzing thought. Once again, my insecurities were rearing their ugly head, and my mind started running unchecked down dark alleys. “Kurt… if you do manage to seroconvert me, is that it then? Party’s over? You move on to another hole and we just become buddies that wave to each other at the clinic or…” my voice trailed off, suddenly fearful. He looked at me like I was an idiot and shook his head. “God I love pozzing up stupid guys! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!” a said with a fakey, evil laugh. Then his face got serious. “Weren’t you listening, silly? I said I wanted to poz you so that I would own you forever. Forever doesn’t mean for the two weeks of daily breeding until you get the fuck flu.” This time it was my turn to nod that I understood. “Daily breeding, you say?” I said, slowly cocking an eyebrow. “With an ass like yours? At least,” he growled as he snuggled into my neck. “Oh! I just had another thought,” I said cheerfully. “Oh god. Is *this* how it’s going to be with you? You ‘thinking’ all the time, asking dumb questions and interrupting snuggies?” he smirked. “Oh, I think you’ll like this one. So, once I pop poz and before I go on meds, how would you like to watch me knock up some guys? I’m thinking maybe like a nice, dumb 18 year old high school jock. Get him good and pregnant before his college career?” “Am I answering your question?” he asked, as his cock rapidly started swelling in my soon to be destroyed (again) ass. And then we kissed. And five very positive years later, we’re still kissing.

Though a work of fiction in, this story is based on real life events. Part One - The hookup "Hi." "Hey there." That's all it took. He was clearly nervous and it seemed like his first time there, but as soon as I finished those words the young chubby boy was already on his knees, fishing my quick hardening dick from my pants. No talk, no games. Just like a cruising area should be. "Oh fuck. I love your dick! It's so big..." "Not really, it's just a bit over 7inches, but I'm glad you like it babe." And with that he started sucking me. He started gently, just kissing the head, licking my piss slit for any precum. Clearly he did not have much practice but he was turning out to be a fast learner and that was good enough for me. As soon as he started trying to deepthroat it, I knew he was in trouble. This 22yo had just admitted to himself he was gay, this was the third time he had been with a guy, and though he was trying, he was having some difficulty swallowing it all. It wasn't unexpected to feel him tense up as I grabbed the back of his head and started trying to force more of my dick inside his young mouth. "Relax sweetie, I'll never hurt you" was all that I had to say. His doe eyes opened wide, and I could see I had him. Slowly I forced my way inside his throat, ignoring the gagging and the tears filling up his eyes. "See, you have it all in your mouth. Fuck you're good!" I held him there for a bit before pulling out and forcing it all the way in again. Testing his gag reflex before allowing him to get back on working my dick for a while. I don't usually cum with blowjobs, so I just pulled him back up and kissed him. This chubby was now mine and I knew it. Not that I'm a stud or the best fuck around, but when you top, you know when you have a bottom in the palm of your hand. You can see the lust and devotion in his eyes, and you know you can do what you want. "I need you to fuck me." No news for me, but I knew the choice had to be his. "Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any as I thought I was just going to get sucked." A lie. "Fuck. I didn't either." "We can meet some other day and I'll fuck your juicy ass then. In the meantime you can just suck me off" I baited him. "Can you just rub it against my hole? It's been ages since I've been fucked and I've never had one so big. I just want to feel it there." That was it. He had made his choice. "Dude, I love your ass." was all I could say and he spread his cheeks for me and leaned against the car. It wasn't even a hole. It was just a slit of pink flesh, waiting to be opened up. "You clean down there? I don't want to taste nothing funky" I told him before diving in. Clearly, he had never been eaten out. His legs were trembling, his moans were becoming louder by the minute and his hands kept pushing his ass cheeks further apart as he moved backwards and tried to get more of my tongue inside him. I knew he was ready then. I just stood up, and as he had requested, rubbed my fat cockhead on his hole. Once again, I knew I was going to breed him, but he had to make the choice himself. He started trying to get the timing right, moving his ass back as I bucked my hips. My hands rubbing his shoulders and his back, only letting go for a slight slap on the ass. And then I saw him. Just on the other side of the road, looking at us. I recognized the guy fron an earlier conversation; a friend had just pointed him out and told me: "Hey, if you take loads tonight, don't take his...". I understood what my friend meant. By then my bottom was grinding hard against me, oblivious to the stranger watching, he softly moaned "Will you fuck me raw?" "I don't know man... I just met you. It's really not my thing." Another lie. "Do you have HIV?" I loved the mix of desire and fear in his voice. "No! DO YOU??" That fake revolt at the question always works to make them take the final step. "No! Will you do it? But please... don't cum inside my ass." With that I just pushed my head through the tight ring, no condom and only using spit for lube, making him scream in both pain and pleasure. And there we were, a chubby inexperienced 22 year old boy, bending over for my 30 year old thick bareback bear dick. Trying to back away but trapped against the hood of my car as I slowly but forcefully raped open his amazingly tight ass, feeling his ass muscles tighten, trying to push my bare cock out. His hands on my hips trying to stop me from entering him. No sound except for a low continuous moan, the sound of someone who can't even come to terms with asking me to stop, the sound of someone who can't even find the strength to scream as he is grabbed by the shoulders and pulled back on the raw cock tearing him apart. I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I kissed him on the neck and knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" Part 2 - The stranger to come soon!

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"

They are very different. The tattooing is something one adjusts to, but some areas are more sensitive than others. My sleeve (which covers the entire arm, not just parts of it) varied in places. The forearm was fine. The elbow wasn't terrible, but thankfully short. The ditch (inside the elbow) was rough, but also short. The worst had to be holding the arm over the head for an hour or two while the artist did his job. All the blood drained out of my hand, and when I finally got to bring it back down, the pain was worse than anything I can describe. Took several minutes to get the piece of meat feeling normal again. Back side of the upper arm can be brutal. But with the piercings - it hurts for an instant, and then it's over. I said before that I screamed when the PA went in. Ten seconds after, I didn't feel it anymore. Same with the septum but with less screaming, just watery eyes and a big OW. Some people take it better than others. Here's my suggestion: take a stress ball you can squeeze in your hand. When the pain starts to kick in, put all the stress into that ball. Squeeze it as hard as you can, and remember to breathe. Grind your teeth if that helps you counter the pain. By no means should one EVER thrash about in the chair while the professional does their thing. Also helps to have a distraction. My artist had "Game of Thrones" on. Sometimes it was that 1920s crime drama with Cillian Murphy. Makes the time pass a little faster so you come out saying, "Over already?", and leaves you amazed how much they got done. Piercings are much shorter in duration: make a hole, put the jewellery in, and clean up any mess, and often don't require a distraction.

From what I've read in your reports, I think this man is heavily conflicted about a number of issues, and whether you can help or harm is - as I understand your reports - an open question. One thing I doubt though, is you're the first guy he's ever fantasized about, or felt an attraction to. You may well be the first that he's found so attractive that he's actually devoting some intellectual/emotional attention to his own issues. That said, only he can actually do that. Perhaps you can help in some way, but when it comes down to brass tacks, it's only he himself that can make potentially life-altering decisions. Maybe you should consider backing off a bit - maintaining non-personal contact - i.e. texts, whatever, and when he asks you why you seem to be backing off, tell him in as kind a way as you're able. We still haven't heard how you deal with your own current relationship regarding "outside" sex, and that would impact him, however indirectly. You've referred a number of times to this man's professional accomplishments, his apparent financial stability, etc. These seem to be ancillary to your main focus, as I understand it. It would be helpful if you took some time and outlined what your goals are regarding this man. I mean, list them. Write them down. 1st goal, 2nd goal, 3rd, etc. Discard all the projections onto him, and concentrate only on your goals. This would be most helpful. Best wishes ...

Nothing is better than Sperm off previous Cocks already soaking the Hole. If there aren't any yet, then spit is next-best. Obviously, some guy has to be first-of-the-night to Breed the Hole. I'd just prefer it isn't me, but if it is, so be it.

Yes, aa cock had to be hard. Now, I will joyfully suck the softest dick as long as he wants me to.

That laptop story is far from settled, and I'll note in passing that the chain of custody is so fucked in that case that proving anything allegedly found on the laptop came from Biden, as opposed to any of the half dozen or more political hacks for the GOP who got their hands on it at various times, is going to be a tough sell. So no, this isn't "that story WAS true", it's more like "there may be something there, although not necessarily anything like what we claimed, and it's still not verified." As for his gun application: he illustrates the point, that it's too easy for people like him, much less criminals, to buy a gun. He should have been blocked. The fact that there was a hole in the system that allowed the purchase to proceed is an indication we need to tighten the system. Or maybe you think drug abusers should be able to readily purchase firearms legally? I have no doubt that more traditional journalists (ie newspaper, TV, etc.) identify as liberal more than conservative. But two points: just because someone is a liberal or a conservative doesn't mean that will necessarily affect his writing - as we saw with the NYT in 2016. On the other hand, conservative people have largely abandoned traditional media - which was at least vetted by editorial boards and multiple layers of editors looking for bias issues - in favor of conspiracy-spewing shitholes like NewsMax and OAN, and the king of all of them, FOXNews. I note that during the initial January 6 hearing, not only did FOXNews not broadcast the hearing itself, and not only did they refuse to give it any "serious news" coverage, they actually skipped ALL commercials during the time it was running, for fear their viewers might change the channel during a commercial break from Skippy the Fish Stick Heir and accidentally discover something called News. If this is a "show trial" it's because the GOP, frantic to protect its leadership from being exposed as deeply involved in a plot to overturn an election, has refused to cooperate with the legitimate investigatory function Congress is displaying here. Interesting that literally *every* witness testifying in both hearings so far has been - drum roll - not a Democrat, but a Republican. If this is a show trial, why are so many GOP'ers coming forward to say "Yes, we told him he lost, no there wasn't fraud, but he kept insisting"? I, for one, happen to think that trying to overturn an election is a big fucking deal, and it might well have succeeded if there had been fewer people around Trump standing their ground (finally). And despite that, I'm not as concerned about the last four years (despite the outright fraud and graft that occurred) as I am about the NEXT election. When Trump has managed to get sympathetic secretaries of state elected in half a dozen swing states, and he calls himself the winner at 10 PM on Election Night, long before those states have come close to counting their ballots (or even receiving them, for those states that go by postmark date), and he demands that counting stop while he's ahead, will there be the institutional firewall of "that's not how we do things" any more? You said once before you don't want Trump back. He's going to run again - his game is the grift, and he needs the millions he can siphon off his campaign donations to keep afloat, like the $250 million he raised for his "election integrity" fund that actually didn't get spent on anything related to the election. If you don't want him back - if another four years of the kind of chaos his incompetence brought is too much for you - then I'd think you should be in favor of taking the steps necessary to make sure he doesn't come back.

Mmm empty them into my mouth or ass

Glad this thread got bumped cause I'd been thinking about starting one. As I've said elsewhere on BZ, my favorite bottoms are the ones who don't care about their dick, so I don't either. After I've shot my last load, I will do the gentlemanly thing and ask the bottom if they want to cum and how I can help. But I have never asked a bottom for a dick pic. I honestly don't mind if dick pics are intermingled with ass pics in a profile. What irks me is bottoms who only have a dick pic (or multiple dick pics) in their profile. Having read through this whole thread, I get why some bottoms do that. I would hope that there is someone in that bottom's life they could ask to take pics, even if it's a trick before and/or after the hookup. But if a self-professed bottom hits me up and all I see in their profile are dick pics, NEXT! Because that says to me that they aren't quite as "experienced" as I might want them to be. If the guy says he's on the versatile spectrum, sure, show your dick. As other tops have said, I make it clear I'm interested in fucking, not in getting fucked. And any bottoms who want to see my ass will see it when/if we hookup.. For me it comes down to advertising for what you want. And bottoms who advertise only with their cock are sending the wrong message.

I usually send a pic my my dick in chastity. Total tops are rare. When you find one that does not want to see your dick you should lock him down. Lol

18. I swallowed Blakes cock to the base, and he fucked my face for a few minutes. I tasted cum and ass on his cock. He grunted and he started to pound my face like he had my hole. It was hard to breath, but he would pull out allowing me to catch my breath every few pumps. Thick spit was welling up in my mouth from the rough onslaught. His balls smacked against my chin making a slapping sound that seemed to reverberate around the room along with the sounds of me gagging and spluttering. He had my head gripped tight in his big hands and there was nothing I could do but take his cock. The ass play had really worked Blake up though, he didn’t last too long. Soon my throat was filled with thick warm cum. I swallowed it down quickly. I was happy to have made a man cum again, but a little sad it hadn’t gone up my ass instead. “Fuck,” he said, letting the word fall slowly from his mouth as he breathed out post orgasm. He put his hands behind his head, his hairy pits exposed and a heavy wave of man musk rolling off of them. Shakily I stood up, and grabbed him around the waist. I pulled him close and kissed him, the taste of his cum still on my lips. Blake kissed me back, hard. It took a long minute for him to break the kiss. “Fuck, ok,” he said, “Steven should be back from his meeting in like an hour, I have some work that I need to get done too.” He had started getting dressed, pulling a pair of skimpy black briefs on, “you can just hang out here like that, you can find a guy to blow, you can get fucked but I still recommend being careful with your hole…” “I guess I have some work…” “Steven cleared all your work responsibilities for the day. Today your job is wrecking your cunt.” “Fuck… um… ok… honestly…” “Yeah?” “I…” “You really want to get fucked again don’t you?” “Yes!” “Ok, well. If you’re determined to get fucked again put your clothes on and go see Ryan in accounting. One floor down, office B15. I’ll text him and let him know you’re coming.” “I don’t think I know…” “Does it matter at this point? You didn’t bat an eye this morning when you walked in here and found me naked,” he laughed, “We both know how much you just need to be bred. Go meet Ryan. You’ll like him, and he likes a plugged cunt full of cum.” “Ok!” “Just be back in an hour for Steven. He’s going to want to see how open we’ve gotten you.” “See you in an hour.” Now both fully dressed we kissed at the door, and then left the office. Blake sat at his desk, clearly adjusting the plug in his hole, and I went to the elevators. In the elevator I texted Matt about my morning, both out of excitement and to make him feel a little jealous of my adventure. I however absolutely failed on the making him jealous front. Almost as soon as I had sent the text I received a photo of Matt tied down in a sling, cum covered his chest, and a dildo almost as big as the one Blake had just taken half in his hole. He looked blissed out and well used. We were both being destroyed today. The message “Matt’s a little busy right now,” came through just as the elevator doors opened. My cock absolutely leaking into my briefs now I walked down the hall looking for this Ryan’s office. I found it down the end of a hall and around a corner. It seemed like some fluke of the architecture, trying to get as many offices into the space as they could, that this office was separated from all the rest. What looked like the back of the elevator bay creating a big gap between B15 and all the rest. How perfect, I thought. Tentatively I knocked. “Just a second,” a light voice called from within. The door was heavy, even this close it was hard to hear through it. I suspected that assigning Ryan this office hadn’t been a lucky accident. The door opened and a young guy with close cropped hair and a round handsome face opened the door. His button down shirt was undone just a little further than was really work appropriate and I could see a little patch of chest hair through it. “Blake send you down?” “Yeah, hi. You’re Ryan.” “Yep! Come on in, and lets get to work.” I stepped in the office, and Ryan closed and locked the door behind me. He immediately started to unbutton his shirt. He wasn’t beefy or thin, but had a nice average body. A thick parch of hair grew in the middle of his chest, and then turned into a long welcoming trail running down his stomach into the pants he was now unbuttoning. Taking his lead I took off my own clothes, till I was just in my briefs in front of him. “So,” Ryan closed the distance between us, his own briefs starting to swell, “Blake tells me that you’re Steven’s new play thing.” “Well, yeah I guess.” “You guess?” “I mean, I like having him use me, and being bred and stretched is certainly more fun than work, but I’m more of a no loads refused kinda guy than an owned boy.” He grabbed my crotch, feeling the cage, “And who did this to you?” “My roommate,” I told him the story. “Fuck, and now you’re a cumdump.” “Exactly. Blake was wrecking my hole all morning, and he thought we should take a break but now that I’ve gotten started today I need more.” “Do you think this might help?” He took my hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. It was another perfect fat monster. God I was lucky. “Absolutely.” “Good, get those briefs off, and lets see this plug Blake said would be in your cunt.” I dropped my briefs and bent over his desk showing off my plugged hole. “God damn that is beautiful.” He slapped the plug several times, making me groan. I watched over my shoulder as he took of his own briefs and a big hard uncut cock was released. My mouth watered and a big bead of precum dripped from my cage. He took hold of the base of the plug, and I took a deep breath. Together slowly, we worked the plug out of my hole. It stretched me wide all over again but after the toys earlier it was easy. My hole was learning. I gaped open around it and the egg slid from my ass. “Fuck yes. I love a loose fucking cunt.” The plug next to me on the desk, Ryan lined up his cock. He spat on my hole, though there was enough cum and lube from the toys that he didn’t need any more lube. The wave of bliss crashed over me again, his cock was sliding into my hole. I closed my eyes and focused on the muscles of my ass. I clenched then down, making my wet hole tight around his cock for a moment, and then opening back up for him. Ryan gowned as my well used hole milked him. He was pounding away at my sloppy guts, I could feel cum frothing around his cock. I hammered my ass back onto his hips. I wanted his load deep inside me. The toys were amazing, and swallowing Blake’s load had been hot but I needed another load in me. He seemed to understand my need, holding me by my shoulders Ryan was mercilessly riding me to the point of his orgasm. We both needed this and he knew we didn’t have a lot of time before I was expected back in Steven’s office. Ryan was grunting like a wild animal. His nails were digging into my skin. I sensed the rising wave inside him cresting, and then felt it burst inside me. A low rumble that seemed to only exist in his chest accompanied the river of cum that erupted from his cock. He wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating chest tight to my back as his cock continued to throb. “Thank you,” I breathed. “No, thank you. Fuck I needed that.” He pulled out slowly. I made to clean his cock off, but he stopped me, “No, my man like it when I come home with a cock stinking of some sluts hole. Bend over, lets plug you again.” “Yes sir,” I said. He worked the plug quickly back into my hole, we dressed, and I left to go back upstairs.

Testosterone replacement therapy is VERY worth it. You mood, libido and more will improve from it. Just man up and learn how to give yourself an intramuscular shot. It's one time every week or two as opposed to expensive topical creams. Also, take advantage and get in the gym and work on your body-temple. That will elevate things even more.

Extremely HOT , Beautiful idea - growing up I was very submissive - allowing older males taking advantage of me - developing my inner fem sides ! My first pissing in my mouth experience happen at a male sexual party . I was young - high - had to take a shit - sitting there shitting - a stranger with a huge cock came inside the bath room . His hung , uncut , cock hanging out - he put his cock in my mouth - skull fucking my mouth - could not stopped him - then a warm gushing piss gushing down my throat - then his last words was ," GOOD BOY ! "

For most of my life I averaged once a day. Now that I'm getting older my horniness level varies wildly. Sometimes I'll go over a week without even thinking about it and then fap it 3 times in one afternoon. And getting laid doesn't change anything. It's not unusual for me to fuck a guy and then jerk off as soon as I get home.

In the early days of COVID, I was jacking a couple of times a day out of sheer boredom, like a chore. Realized I wasn’t enjoying it that much. So I dialed it back to twice a week - loads bigger, shoot further, more pleasure. Instead of just wiping-up my cum, took my time, enjoyed eating it, playing with it, lubing my hole with it - even sometimes a "self-felch ." More than one Zoom call took place with either a lap load of fresh cum discretely under the desk, or a chest full of drying cum under my business shirt. Love how drying cum makes my nipples itchy. Hard part is how much fucking porn has been culled over the last year.

Lesbian comic Lea Delaria reading a question from an audience member at a show: "What do you call it when you masturbate?" Lea: "I call it THE END OF THE DAY."

Totally agreed! Read it over and over again!

I’m here for a short work trip, am asian. Decided to see for myself one of the best sauna in us or maybe the world , douche and headed out started of with 2 condom fucks, a couple is in their room couple condom fuck story met one and was brought back to my room, compliment on my sucking and bottoming skills, insist on finding his partner back, I tried to use up all their condoms (pretending to blowjob) but they had like 6 condoms, load 1,2,3 Cruised a guy, fondled a little, and he brought me to the fuck bench, and I love it, it’s so comfortable! And before I get up, someone will insert their dick again could have been load 4 while another guy was fucking me, someone exclaimed to him “this asian lad took bens load!” Upon heading that, he withdrew his dick, and other lads come to take his place load 4,5, nothinng special to tell, load 5 has a tiny dick Load 6 this guy pulled me up and exclaim “how many loads have u took!? I said “no idea (although I did count lol)” he brought me to the nearby sling and ask me to mount on it, and he fletched my arse, licking eating and sucking all the cum. “You better replace what u took from me” and he did and he smile and breed me very quickly load 7,8 muscular guy breed me on the wall, and one older bloke also breed me about myself im a gym goer, and have meals cheat days every Sunday, like a cheat day for sex, this is my first time I ‘let go’ and took 8 loads up my arse, it was leaking for like 1-1.5 hours, and I have to flex my arse muscle to stop it from leaking, had a wonderful day at the sauna,

11. I watch as Joe pounding away at the pussy boy while i smoke. Despite his massive size, Joe is a great fucker and it is a pleasure to watch his big ass flexing as he fucked the fag hole, alternating between deep strokes and brutally fast pounding, his giant nut sac slapping the pig's ass as it sways. Meanwhile the pig is moaning like a whore, begging for more of that roid up monster's cock. Its clit is hard again, slapping on its own gut and leaking, but thanks to the cuffs keeping his hand to the bed it cannot rub itself. Joe leans forward and the pig lurches for his fat roided tits, sucking on it like its looking for milk. "Fuck yeah suck that fucking tit. get that real muscle milk you faggot" Joe grunted as he pound harder and harder. It didn't take the motherfucker long to tense up, and with a guttural roar that sound more like a bear than human, Joe nutted inside the boy. 12. He is so fucking hot, literally. He feels like a furnace when he lean forward, his dick pounding my insides. His giant pecs and fat pink nipple are in my face, so i push my face forward and start sucking on that juicy nipple. I guess he must have liked it because he started fucking faster and harder and suddenly his entire body flexed and I can feel his load flooding inside me. I keep sucking on his nipple as he dump his load. 13. Joe pulled out of the pig hole and stood up. His fat dick is still hard and he is panting, covered in sweat. He look so good i considered getting on my knees and suck that dick dry again, but i got guests coming and the pig need to get fucked. So i watched him put on his jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around his roid gut, and march out of the room. The pig is a sweaty mess on the bed. His legs are spread apart and his pig cock is still hard. Joe never bothered to touch it and the pig is staring at me with a pleading look. I fished a blindfold from its bag and blindfolded the cunt. Just then there is a knock on the door. Scum entered the room. He is a welder who works on my construction crew when he is not in jail for assault or dealing. By the time i closed the door, he already peeled his shirt off. He is a fucking hot bastard, short, fucking built like a twink who worked out too much. Most people just thought he is a fucking pushover because of his height, until they see the multiple scars and prison tats all over him. "Hey man, hows it going?" "Good man. Got some new meat in town and figured that you want some. How have you been?" "Just got out of county after 6 months. Fucking pigs try to nail me, but my lawyer beat that" "Nice. You got new Ink?" "Yeah, got it in jail. How does it look?" He pointed to the Celtic cross that is inked over his smooth gut. It sits alongside a giant bio hazard sign on his right pec, just over his nipple. "Fantastic bro." "So this is your new bitch?" He said, his mouth break into a cap-toothed grin as he pulled off his pants and rubbing his dick. "Yeah just breaking him in. You know the drill" I grinned "Fuck yeah i gotta pound out my fucking rage tonight" 14. I can smell him before i could hear him. As the new guy and hickdad shoot the shit, I am here blindfolded and waiting. As he approach i can smell him even more, a mix of sweat, testosterone, and cheap deodorant. "Fucking nice." he growled as he rubs his rough hands all over me. He pinched my tits and i moaned. "Fuck yeah, spread your legs, boy" he commanded, and i did. I can feel something circling my filled cunt, and soon enough he is fingering it, without bothering to lube it. "Fuck that's such a fucking tight cunt" the man said as he lift my legs up and i can feel his cockhead rubbing against my hole. In one push he filled it, using the cum fucked into me as lube. I moaned and screamed as he fucked me like an animal, roughly and without mercy. Without sight, i can only feel his dick pounding my hole. My dick is hard again, and as his dick ravage my prostate i can feel wave and wave of pressure and pleasure concentrated on my cock and balls. I was constantly on the edge of explosion as if someone is edging my cock from my insides. "Fuck that shit is so tight i am gonna nut" I can hear the man growling at hickdad "Go for it, fill it with your ball juice" "Fuck i am close" i heard, then he leaned in to my face. I can smell his breath, filled with cigarettes and a hint of beer. "I am gonna give you my fucking toxic nut, you want it bitch" The idea of getting another toxic load from someone i cant even see stirred my lust filled imagination "Fuck yes please fucking shoot it in me please please please" and just like that he tense up and i can feel spurts of his toxic cum blasting into my ass as he pound me hard like a jackrabbit. At the same time I can feel my balls pull up and blasts of cum squirts out of my dick and all over myself. 15. I watch Scum breeding the pig with his toxic balljuice just as the pig get fucked into another orgasm. The pig is screaming hard as i pull my popper rag and shove it under its nose, which just make him writhe harder against the cuffs, milking Scums dick dry. Scum's dick slid out of the pig's cunt as he finish, a final splash of nut coating the pig's heavy balls. The pig is just moaning and thrusting hios hips, trying to get some friction to finish his nut. "OH FUCKING HELL" Scum yelled at no one in particular, "that's fucking hot". And then there is a knock on the door. In comes Jack, a regular n'er-do-well redneck around these parts and a part time clerk at the motel we are in. I texted him to come over before he started his shift to take a load off. "Yo Jack, wassup" "Yo Dave how's it going" he said as we shared a hug. Jack is muscular and wiry, his 6 foot frame supporting barely 175 pounds of lean muscle. But the thing that is most impressive about him is his dick, which is the largest i have ever seen on a white boi: 10 inches and thick as a beer can. Jack wasted no time to get naked, his chest covered in tattoos and a thick layer of hair. He stared at the pig cunt, still moaning and grunting from Scum's fucking, and get hard immediately. I motioned Scum to move over and Jack lifted the pig's legs and rubbed his massive rod against the pig's distended hole, leaking Scum's load on the bed. 16. I can feel two man approaching the bed, despite my blindfold. One slip onto the bed beside me and one is lifting my legs and rubbing a finger against my leaking hole Dave started rubbing his hands all over my oversensitive tits. It feels like my tits are electrified and I am moaning as he whisper in my ear. "Thats three loads, you are about to get four. Relax" His gentle rubbing of my body got me to calm down a little, alongside a fresh popper soaked rag for me to breathe in. As Dave caress my body, I can feel something hard and large pushing into my hole. "Oh fuck its huge" I moaned, and Dave chuckled in my ear "Its gonna be the biggest you ever had pig..." as the dick keep pushing into my hole. It hurts so much, but the poppers and Dave's gentle rubbing helps, and soon I can feel the guy pulling out and pushing it in again. Its so long i thought it is going right into my guts, and its so thick i thought it would split my hole all the way to my nuts. The guy who is doing the dicking was gentle enough in the beginning, and by the time i am used to his size he started to fuck me harder and harder, pushing deep inside before pulling almost all the way out and slam it in. All the pounding is making me hard all over again, and just as I feel the big cock stiffen, Dave pinched both my tits hard and every bit of my consciousness focused on my ass and cock. "Fuck yeah pig, clamp down on my buddy's cock, milk that shit out" Dave said as he stroke my still rock hard clit, edging the fuck out of me 17. Jack was gentle with the pig at first. He knows he is huge and i don't want the pig's night to end with just 4 loads. He slowly pushed it in while i sweet talk the pig into relaxing, rubbing his smooth skin and playing with his tits to distract it. Soon enough the pig is comfortable for some pounding from Jack, and he ram his tool into its cunt lubed by the three loads already inside. The pig is moaning into the popper rag while i work on those delicious tits, and in no time it's clit is rock hard again and dripping. "Oh god daddy please let me cum please" the pig is begging for me to finish him off, but i got more fun ahead so i just let it throb on his belly while Jack pound harder at the cunt. "Fuck that's a fucking good pussy its gonna make me nut" Jack panted in between thrusts "Go for it buddy, breed the pig" I said as he thrust hard into the pig's cunt, pounding it into a blubbering moaning mess. I tweaked its tits hard and it tense up completely, its clit throbs like its gonna rocket off. "FUCK YEAH" Jack screamed as he deposited his load into the pig. Pulling out i can see the pig's hole is wide open, a trail of cum dripping out. I grabbed the butt plug and shoved it into the pig, who just moaned when i shoved the rubber plug inside. I uncuffed its hands from the bed and removed the blindfold, letting it sit up and rest a little. 18 "Don't even think of rubbing your clit" Dave/hickdad commanded as he removed the cuffs and pulled off the blindfold. He threw me a wet towel and told me to clean up a bit, and handed me a bottle of water. "Rest up, you got the rest of the night ahead of you. Smoke is on the table if you need them. I will be back in 15 minutes." He said, and then he left the room. I got up, drank some water, and lit up a Marlboro as i look at myself in the mirror. I am covered with sweat and cum. My nipples are red and swollen. My hole is sore but the buttplug is firmly lodged in. My cock is still half hard, and covered with my spent juice. I look like a real cum pig and i am loving it. I wiped myself down with the towel in front of the mirror and put my jockstrap back on. Just as my cock start to harden again at the sight of myself, i can see Dave's headlights. I sat back on the bed as Dave entered the room with another guy in tow. He is about Dave's height, with a medium, jockish build. His biceps bulges his t shirt sleeves, and jeans wrapped tight around his large solid ass, matching the lovely bulge in front. "Stand up Pig" "yes sir" I snuffed my smoke in the ashtray, took a swig of the water, and stood up, still wet from cleaning. The sound of men fucking each other eminates from the porn on my computer. My cock is still half hard, straining the jockstrap pouch. The new guy looked at me up and down, as if he is inspecting livestock. "Nice one dude" He said to hickdad as He pinched my tits. I moaned as he rolled his fingers across my puffy and overused nipples as his other hand reaches behind to inspect my hole. I parted my legs wide to give him better access. He felt the rubber base of my buttplug and pulled on it. It gave way and my hole is open. I can feel cum leaking from my hole and down my inner thigh. He took his s-shirt off, revealing perfect 6 pack abs and pecs that are completely covered with a colorful tattoo of a dragon. His nipples were pierced and I almost drooled at the sight of them. As if my instinct, I immediately got on my knees, working to undo his pants as he sneered at me. He did not wear any underwear, and 7 inches of semi hard cock flop out as i pull down those skin tight jeans. "Oh fuck yeah suck it" he moaned as i take his uncut piece into my mouth and slurp on it like a popsicle. He tastes like sweat, piss, and a funk that i know could only come from uncut dicks. Meanwhile, Dave is back on his seat, smoking, watching his faggot pig service his buddy. 19. After i left the motel room to give the pig a break, i went to pick up my buddy Sean who is waiting by the gas station. He runs the station, but his employee got the company truck to deliver propane tanks, so he texted me while Jack is nailing the pig and i went to pick him up. 30, blond and single, Sean loves working out, getting himself tatted, fighting and fucking, and that is all he does outside of work. He climbed into my truck looking fitter than any time i have seen him. "Hey man, whats going on?" I said "Good good, Havent gotten laid in a week if you can believe it" Sean laughed. "Weren't banging whats his name down by the factory?" "Nah, his wife almost found out and i don't need that shit" We both laughed at his predicament: a horndog living in the middle of nowhere. By the time we got back to the motel, the pig is cleaned up, smoking and drinking the water i gave him. What he didn't know is that i put a ground up boner pill hours before to make sure he stays horny. Not that i need to, but just in case. The second the pig laid eyes on Sean, it cant stop staring at his pretty face and ripped body. In no time it was on its knees, fishing that uncut tool out of Sean's tight jeans and went to town. Watching it slobber all over my buddy's tool is fucking hot, and the pig got Sean rock hard in no time. "Get on the bed, pig. on all fours just like i taught you" The pig obdiently stuck his hole up, his firm round ass framing the swollen, leaking hole. Sean wasted no time sticking in it. The pig moaned and grunted as he pound that cunt. 20 "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck it feels so good" I moaned as Sean pounded his thick uncut tool into my cunt. "Fuck yeah take my cock faggot" Sean growled from behind as he reach down and twisted my tits hard. It sent shockwaves to my entire body and my hole instantly clench tight onto his fuckrod. "ARGH FUCK me FUCK me FUCK" I screamed as i feel Sean's tool pounding my clenching cunt. My cock is rock hard inside my jock, leaking as he scrape my oversenstive prostate. He is fucking edging me with his dick as he pounded away. "Fuck i am gonna cum, take my load you fucking faggot pig bitch UGH" Sean grunted as he push his body on top of me, making me collapse on my stomach as his cum blasts into my hole, thrusting deep.

Me and My Boy at the Rest Stop Part I. After a three hour drive, and a large convenience store coffee, I had to piss like a racehorse. I convinced my boy that we were making good time, and we decided to stop at the next rest area we saw along the interstate. Nearly twenty minutes later, we finally saw an off-ramp and took it. As soon as the car had stopped, I opened the door and headed as fast as possible into the building, but not without taking note of where we were. Had I not had to piss so badly, I might have reconsidered. It was filthy and run-down. The gutters along the roof were growing trees, the pavement was cracked, and the brick walls covered with graffiti, not to mention the smell wafting out of the broken painted-over windows into the bathrooms. This was not the visitors’ center that families stopped at, more like a last resort for truckers. The men’s room door creaked opened and the smell intensified. I unzipped and released a torrent of piss into a long trough, as my bladder emptied, I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I realized that there was a guy standing in the open stall right behind me, with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles, fisting a meaty uncut cock. He gestured to me to come over and without thinking, I walked towards him, with my dripping cock still popping out of my zipper. "Shame I didn’t get to drink any of that, bud," he said as he crouched down and engulfed my dick with his mouth, shucking my pants down to my feet. The guy swallowed me to the balls and slobbered all over. He wasn’t unattractive, but definitely a few pounds overweight, hairy, and smarmy. He fisted his cock with one hand and grabbed my hand with the other, leading it to the back of his head, as if he wanted me to choke him with my dick. I obliged, knowing that my boy could walk in and see this at any moment. The guy got me hard in seconds, and I started pounding his mouth as he drooled and moaned. He stood up and bent over the toilet, spreading his hairy immense ass cheeks wide and fingered his hole. I noticed that he was loose, and wasn’t sure if I was seeing cum or lube dripping out of his pucker. I took the hint and sank my cock into him, balls deep, as he pushed back, egging me on. I knew this wasn’t smart, or healthy, and I pulled out. ‘What’s wrong? Am I too loose,” he asked. “Naw man. It’s just….” He didn’t let me finish. “You’re clean, right?” I nodded. With that, he backed right up onto my bare cock again commanding “Then breed me!” I knew he wanted my cum, and I was ashamed that my boy might see me like this, barefucking a stranger, who wasn’t even that sexy, but he did have a nice cock, which was just now flopping around underneath as I fucked him hard. “Give me your load, man.” He wanted it, so I gave it to him, slamming hard into him and shooting my load into his ass. As soon as I pulled out, he hunched down again and cleaned off my cock, which was covered in white globs of cum, certainly more than I had just offered him. I knew I had barebacked a cum-bucket. I felt so filthy, but it turned me on. He guided me in front of him, and bent me over the toilet, spreading my ass and licking my hole. I was pretty sure he was working globs of seed into my ass with each thrust of his tongue. He slapped his meat against my ass crack and I knew he wanted to fuck me raw. I stood up and turned around, trying to pull up my pants. “What the fuck man? You’re gonna load me up and not return the favor?” I shook my head. “Why? You got a wife and kids out there in the station wagon waiting for you?” I chuckled, knowing that my boy waiting in the car was as much of a cumdump as this stranger was. I had an idea… To be continued...

Night of Sauna Conquest: Part 3 I quickly headed upstairs to check my phone and also have a smoke in the smoking area. I was feeling good and checking my adds again and found I had another four messages I replied again with where I was at and that id be here for some time. Quickly I got replies back saying they’d be not long. Feeling good I went back to the locker put my phone away and decided the spliff id gotten from a friend be a good idea. So I took it out and had that. And could feel the next buzz. I knew I had to get down stairs quick and find a place. As I got down the stairs I took the final walk way which lead into an orgy room. When I entered could see a guy in the dark corner. As I covered my head with the towel I bared m hole for all to exam. Having forgotten that I was carrying the toothbrush it dropped to near my legs and under my exposed hole. Taking a hit from the amyl. L pushed my hole back and raced myself. Soon I heard shuffling then the hands start to touch my exposed hole. A finger slid and found I was wet from the earlier load and heard some chattering. I then felt a brushy beard on my hole licking and spreading my ass to taste inside. As I moaned in pleasure he had gotten fully erect and I could feel his cocking pressing to go in. As I braced and felt the guy enter my hole I was completely consumed by the thickness of his cock had to be close to the size of a beer can. As he slowly stretched me on his cock I could feel the other load ease my passage. I was ready and started to thrust back. Slowly bit by bit my hole took more of his length. as I let out a hale as I came to the base and under the slight belly. I initially started rocking on his cock going forwards and then pushing back soon he took the movement and held me in place. Each time he pulled out could feel him thrust back into me the full length and then we got into sync. His thrusting and my ass clasping on started to push him to the brink. He stopped deep in me and my ass clasped down again. I heard him cry “take that seed you cum dump. Of fuck yeah. Oh ar argh. Woof.” Id just taken about six shots of jizz, from what I felt shoot into my hole. He pulled out and through the commotion id missed the others entering. Soon id hear some whispering but my head was covered with the towel so I couldn’t make anything out. The only distinct word that I did hear clear was NICE. Then the next guy got behind me and gave my ass a few licks to approve of the hole covered in juice. Again I heard talking “look what this pig brought into play with” I soon realised it was the toothbrush. Then I heard another voice saying “scrub that hole with it before you breed him” my ass puckered as I felt the dry harsh bristles and the edges of the brush rub my hole. From then on I felt him scrubbing my inside with the toothbrush slow for a bit then hard and fast. He’d turn it a bit then start it over and do over and over again till he’d turned it 360 degrees that should just about do it. And he ripped it out. I felt pain but I was so ready for the next cock to flood my insides wasn’t long I felt the movement and brought my hole into position. Spreading myself out his cock plunged in. I couldn’t help myself I was enjoying this treat. He pounded my hole hard and slammed his dick as hard as he could in each time. I was getting of on the abuse my hole wanted more. My hole felt so dry to me a deep burning sensation had taken the earlier slick feeling away. With each stroke I started to buck back and get in rhythm I needed the seed and as before id clasped on to the dick I was been ridden on. “oh baby fuck boy take my dirty seed’ he cried as he yelped ‘oh yeah and arghhhhhh! I was been flooded and soon felt it deep in my cunt where the burn just wasn’t going away. He slipped out his cock from my dripping hole, and bent over me and whispered to me “be proud pig that’s one great hole you have hope you enjoy my toxic seed in there” and I moaned out my approval, The next guy came up to my hole and just rubbed his cock over my arse. I could again feel something sharp but could not work out what. As it seemed to come from his cock, reaching down to find out what it was. I felt the guys size about nine inches length and nearly as thick as the cock id taken earlier. I hailed my approval of this cock and with a bit of a push back I was sliding back on his monster. The previous guy moved round to my front where I could see him. He feed me his dirty cock to clean. As I started to clean I could see streaks of red on his cock I thought my god is that blood but some how with the guy behind me driving that sharp edge into me and impaling me inside the guy was getting off and talking really dirty” fuck yeah dirty pig. Enjoy my freshly pierced cock. Enjoy that barbed pa in you Pig” I got to cleaning the cock in front of me and as it shrunk and limped from my mouth the guy bent down and asked ‘what’s your locker number I want to leave you my number’ so I quickly told him my locker number and saw him leave. I then started to focus on the cock that was intruding my hole and took a big inhale of the poppers. My head snapped round in joy as I found myself totally piggy and wanting more seed. My ass was starting its usually clasping on to the cock and I got into rhythm again and as soon as I was enjoying it the cries began. ”take that poz load you dirty pig. Fuck milk that load out. Yeah get every last drop of poz seed pig”. My ass again felt flooded and as he pulled out seed rushed out and found its way to my hanging balls. What dripped out was scoped up and pushed back into my hole. As soon as he backed away I realised that was another load down. And id have to move on. To another spot to get more there was no point in wasting time. Since I was now full of spunk. Felt just like time for a shower to wash my face and sweaty skin and to take a short break. Tonight I was going to service as many cocks as I could and as the hot water streamed down and caressed my body I found id gotten a big thick hard on. Shower done I retreated upstairs to the bar to get a drink. I grabbed another alcoholic drink and needed to pace myself I wanted this all night I was in such a good place. Heading to the locker to grab my smokes and phone I found the phone number on the piece of paper wedged in the grill and hanging there. It read. Your one good pig boy glad I got to breed you with my toxic seed. If you want more message me. Flipping the note over me saw the number. I put it in my locker for later grabbed one more enhancer and headed to the garden for the smoke. Taking a sip from the drink and taking the enhancer. I checked my messages once more, two hours in and I had four loads and the guys that messaged where due very shortly as I checked the clock. As I finished the drink and went for another smoke I was joined by another patron. He lit his cigar and just stood eyeing me. As I finished my smoke and was finished with the drink I got up and started to leave the garden. “Be seeing you soon pig, hope you like dirty old men” came the words from the guy with the cigar

The first guy that ever fucked me was my best friends dad....I was 16 and sleeping over at their house, I sucked off my best friend and swallowed his load and about an hour later I went downstairs to get a drink of water and ran into his dad with a huge erection..he looked at me and then looked at his cock and I knew he wanted me....I pulled his boxers down to find a 9.5 inch cock and started sucking on it..he then told me to follow him to the den and he told me to get on all fours and started to rim me......he fucked me and it hurt like fucking hell until he expolded deep in me. I kissed him and he said he tasted cum and I told him it was his sons and I swallowed his load earlier......this made his dick hard again and he fucked me longer and harder and shot another load in me. Next morning my best friend had awaken and had his morning wood and was playing with my ass..he asked why I was lubed up and I told him that I wanted him to fuck me.....he slid in and started to fuck me until he shot his load in me to mix with his fathers 2 loads...he pulled out and I went down on him to clean his cock and taste the mixture of both their loads.....he asked me where I got the lube and I confessed to him that it was his dad's cum in me and he said that was cool. It was the start of a dad/son tag team for me that went on for 2 years and they enjoyed it as much as I did.