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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.

It's hot AF in Dallas so I've given up cruising for guys oudoor and am doing more at the gym. It seems a lot of other guys have the same idea and with school out now the gym is full of guys looking, but problem is its too crowded for a lot of the action you get when things are slower. More often guys want to take it elsewhere, like to a car. I'm cool with that. And while the neighborhoods around us are gentrifying the gym I go to is still mostly Latinos, which is fine with me. And it seems like the guys at the gym are getting a bit more obvious too, hanging out naked, looking at porn on their phones or on hookup apps, loitering by the showers and the sauna. It makes it easier to hook up to be sure. I had barely stripped down this morning before I had a guy come next to me, his semihard cock at my eye level as he's playing with it looking at my face. Bold shit man. I looked around and it was clear so I started stroking him and looking up at him. Nice looking kid and a nice thick uncut cock. He nodded his head towards the showers and I knew the drill. I grabbed my towel, locked up my locker and followed him back to the showers. Three of the showers in the back were already going and I'm guessing had guys in them going at it, judging by the extra towels on the hook. That's always a giveaway. Sometimes you can hear the soft moaning over the running water. The guy I went back with turns on the water and stepped in, motioning for me to join. I don't even know his name. I hang my towel up and get in like I've done so many times before. He's good looking with an impressively long and thick cock and he asks me in Spanish how I want it. I tell him I want to get fucked and he tells me to get down and suck him, which I gladly do. I get him good and hard and can feel the tap on my shoulder meaning he's ready. I turn to face the tiled wall and can feel him slowly forcing his cock in me. Slowly he works all of it in me and starts slowly stroking, enjoying that he's covered my mouth so I don't cry out while he fucks me. I love how he's dominating me and slowly building to giving me what I want. I want to tell him how good he feels, how badly I want his cum, but know I can't say something and besides, he's covering my mouth. Like the good little slut I am I take his load and low how hard he shoots it inside me. He must have needed it bad but he's not done as he keeps stroking inside me. He knows the kind of guy I am and that I want him like this. He knows he can use me for his pleasure. He's stroking deeper, harder and more intensely now and we're probably making some noise but I don't care. I want guys walking by to know I'm being used and bred. I want them to know they can breed me like this too, that they can put their seed in me just like he is. He blasts his second load in me and starts slowing down, his breathing labored and he lets go of my mouth. I've been jerking my cock not knowing if he wants anything from me, but hoping he does. He sees what I'm doing and silently takes his place against the tiled wall, silently giving in to my needs. He'd come across as a cocky top, but at heart he's just as slutty as I am, giving up his ass for a total stranger to breed. And breed him I do. His ass gives way far easier than I expected and I'm pretty sure he gets fucked regularly like I do. Probably loves having strangers cum in his ass. I give him what he wants not even bothering to cover up his mouth so I can hear him whimper with desire. I slid out of him and rinsed off and he turned around to smile at me and joined in rinsing off. I always hate the awkwardness after this, having shared something so intimate but having nothing to say. We both got what we wanted but clearly it was just here, just now. Nothing more could or would come of it. He shut off the water and we toweled off. Stepping out of the shower I got a knowing glance from a guy hanging out by the showers who was wearing just a towel and clearly looking. The guy I was with continued on, but I walked over to the loitering guy, a skinny Latino guy in his late teens. For fun I stuck my hand inside his towel so I could stroke his cock. He didn't protest and it was obvious what he wanted. There wasn't much girth to his cock but I didn't care, I just wanted his load, but after the hung first guy I was guessing my ass would be pretty loose. But the kid probably didn't care. He just wanted to get his load off inside someone and I was that someone. We went back into the same shower I'd been in and turned the water on again. I liked that I didn't have to tell the kid I'd been fucked and fucked the other guy. Maybe he knew, maybe not. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he liked that I could be had and used. He wasted no time in pushing me up against the wall and shoving his cock in me roughly. Clearly he knew I'd been fucked and wanted his turn. I was his bitch to use and he wasn't going to take it easy on me, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in me balls deep with fast rabbit thrusts. He came and barely slowed down, but I could feel his breath change and him shudder, but he kept his pace up. I wanted to say how hot he was but found myself short on breath as he was pounding me so hard. It felt like I was pass out as it was so intense and I was jerking my cock and close to cumming myself. I could feel him shudder and knew he had cum inside me again and felt him slide out of me. Like the kid before he got up against the wall and I took my place behind him, struggling to get my cock in his ass, resorting to spit and wiping his cum from my ass to lube up my cock. Finally his ass gave way and I could slide inside him slowly as he let out low groans. Clearly he didn't get fucked much or hadn't been fucked in a while. It was hot this little stud was taking me with no questions, letting me violate his hot tight hole raw, knowing that I was going to pump my seed inside him. He's probably embarassed or ashamed for liking it this way. Letting strangers violate him and cum in his ass. He was moaning and whining softly as I worked his ass loose and started stroking in him more. But honestly he was so tight I knew I wasn't going to last long and had barely been at it long before I shot my load inside him. I pulled out as I was spent between him and the first guy and I'm guessing he felt disappointment, like he wanted more, silently pleading at me with sadness in his eyes. I rinsed off and he did too, the whole time looking at me like he wanted more but saying nothing. And maybe I'd misjudged him, thinking he wanted to fuck me, when really he might have wanted to be fucked more. Instead we were silent as we rinsed and toweled off. This time I headed back to the lockers, but he lingered by the showers. Clearly he hadn't gotten everything he'd wanted. Part of me wanted to linger and see if I could get more action, and indeed there now were some other guys I've played with before who were here now, walking around naked, showing off, giving other guys the idea they were available if someone was interested. If anything I only wanted to get bred now and didn't want to have reciprocate. But I didn't want to have to tell them I couldn't reciprocate or why. None of them would care I'd been fucked already but they might be wanting what I want too. By now I'd had a few messages from guys on the apps wanting to hook up and I was kind of over the gym. I dressed and started chatting with a few guys who only wanted to top me to see what I could make happen.

Adrian came back to our shared room as I was packing. It was the end of the season at the holiday camp and I was starting university after the weekend. He’d been swimming, as usual, and wore only his uniform green speedos when he flopped onto his bed. “You off tomorrow then?” “Yeah. Getting…” He cut me off, “Better suck my cock one last time, then, eh?” He’d clocked me as gay almost as soon as we were billeted together. I couldn’t stop myself snatching glances at him – a couple of years older than me (I’m 18,) he was the camp lifeguard so spent his life in speedos and tight t-shirt with a towel round his neck. His short blonde hair was constantly damp. I learnt the ‘trade’ quickly, and had been sucking him nearly every day the whole season since. Well, him, half the male staff and a succession of holidaying dads and teens, and a few grandads for that matter. My name, trade and chalet number were scratched on many cubicle doors in the guest and staff toilets. He raised a little off the bed and pushed the speedos down to show his semi-hard 7” cock. I pulled the wet speedos off him and started licking his shaft. I knew exactly how he liked it – lots of tongue work round his shaft and balls, and under his foreskin. NO HANDS. Then take him slowly into my mouth, sucking and licking and even some nibbling until choking him into my throat. That had taken a while to learn, and the first time I had to puke in the waste bin. I was glad he had quite a slim shaft and small spongy head. Now, he easily breached my throat and seemed to really like my gagging and choking and retching – at least, it always got him harder and verbal, “Yeah, choke on me cocksucker.” Sometimes, he’d stand over me or have me with my head hanging off the end of the bed and literally fuck my throat. Today, though, he just lay on his bed while I worked his cock in my mouth and throat. I’d been swallowing his meat for about 15 minutes – my eyes and nose were streaming, there was spit and mucous all over his cock and my face, my jaw and throat were sore. I slowed and started licking round his crown to take a slight breather, but he had other ideas. He pushed me away and I landed with my chest on my bed. He had one hand on the back of my neck and pulled down my shorts and underpants with the other. I shook my head and squirmed around to try and escape, but he was much stronger than me. He hacked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it straight on my hole, making me struggle more. “Wriggle all you like, I’ve been waiting all summer to take your cherry ass.” I felt the slimy head of his cock press against me as he held me down by the shoulders. I tried to say “No.” but I was muffled into the mattress, so I clenched as hard as I could. “The more you resist, the more it’s gonna hurt you.” And he pushed hard enough to get his head past my resistance. I screamed into the bed and tried to buck him off, but that simply let him drive in further. The stabbing burning pain was almost unbearable as he pounded into me. Slowly, though, the pain ebbed away as my sphincter and ass muscles adjusted. “Yeah, you’re a cocksucker and a fuck boy now,” he sniggered, and he picked up a faster, harder and deeper stroke. Then he started growling like he does before he cums and gave several quick sharp jabs before holding himself just inside. When his started pumping he slowly slid himself back in and rocked himself inside while his cock still pulsed. As his breathing steadied, he pulled out and sat on his bed. I stayed where I was, but reached down to pull my shorts and pants up. I didn’t want to look at him, but he reached over and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt. Pulling me towards him he said “You’re still a cocksucker, and I’ve got a dirty one here for you to clean.” I looked at the slimy, softening cock – covered in his cum and what was probably blood, and felt my gorge rising. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t. He’d slap me around like he had when I nearly puked on him. So I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off. When he was satisfied, he pushed me away, hauled on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and left.

On Tuesday, I got a motel room and waited blindfolded and ass up. I posted on every site and app I use - BBRTS, Grindr, Sniffies, hell even Doublelist and Twitter. I started at lunch time and went until 5:00. Would have stayed later but I had an appointment to get to. What a day! My previous record was 10 loads in one day, but on Tuesday I smashed that with a new total of 15! It was such a rush every time a new, unfamiliar cock slid deep into my hole and released a big load. But the most memorable was #11, a guy who told me afterward that he's been hitting me up on Grindr for months and we just haven't been able to make it work so we could meet. When he first arrived, he didn't say anything. He might have been wearing shorts or sweats because I didn't even hear a zipper. But I knew I was in for a royal fucking when he started slapping his dick on my ass, then sliding the head up and down my slick crack. The head was huge so I took a few big hits from my brown bottle before I felt the tip stop at my well-used hole and begin to push in. It has been a LONG time since my insides were stretched that much. My hole is used enough at this point that most cocks slide in with relative ease, and if I want to give my top an extra thrill I can squeeze tight around his shaft, letting him feel the full luxury of my velvet grip. But with this guy, there was no squeezing. My hole was stretched to its utmost. This guy knew he was big, so he started slowly, inserting and then removing the tip. Slowly he worked it deeper, a little more with each gentle thrust until at last I felt his thighs against mine. He was balls-deep and it felt AMAZING. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding out and in, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to let me get fully used to that giant piece of pipe. When he was confident that I was ready, he repositioned himself behind me and began an all-out assault on my hole. His hips slapped against my ass as he drove that cock deep into my guts, hitting my prostate with each thrust. I could feel the precum oozing from my own dick as he pounded me relentlessly, and I felt a wetness dripping down my balls as well. The assault on my hole continued for what seemed an eternity. I have never tapped out before but I was on the verge when he finally announced, "I'm gonna cum." I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for a few more thrusts as he gasped and went still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone else that day. At last he withdrew. I lay there motionless, recovering from the pounding I had taken. He quietly got dressed, thanked me, and headed for the door. Once it closed behind him I took the blindfold off and felt my ass. It was still gaped open and my balls were slick. Looking down at the sheets on the bed I realized that he dug me out - the other 10 loads I had taken had been forced out, running down my balls and onto the bed (and the carpet below). I had a brief respite, a period of about 15 minutes before anyone else showed up. When they did, I was rested and able to continue taking loads - 4 more before I finished my day. All in all, an epic day that I won't soon forget.

A cummy hole gets my dick harder. It's not so much the wet hole itself but more that the btm is admitting to being a cumdump.

This weekend I was invited to a party. There was a bunch of guys watching porn there parTing and drinking. Me an another bottom started getting hit on by a few of them so me and thebother bottom stripped each other and stsrted to play at no time the guys were already hot from watching porn and yanking came over to the two of us and started to fuck us. We both had a few loads in us in a matter of minutes! The other bottom said he has to go to another party and ask if i wanted to go. He said the guys there wants very used bottoms. So we went there together and when we got there and the host asked have we been used yet? We said a lot. He said thats great we want dripping holes. As we entered we stripped I got pulled by two guys and bent over a couch and my cheeks were spread. Felt a finger go in and herd this hole looks filled as he stuck his cock in me.. i heard him say loose and wet as he pumped for some time. Felt him explode and heard say next! Got two more loads.. I'm finding more tops liking used holes.

I have mentioned before that I am dating a much younger guy long-distance. He's a cute twink with long ginger hair and 8x6 cut. He's planning to move down here in about 6 weeks, so I am very stoked about that. Anyway, he took a week of vacation and came to visit last week. In the seven days he was here, he gave me 30 loads in my ass, 1 in my mouth, and 2 all over my face because he had never tried that before. I am pretty sure he has fucked me harder than any man ever has before.

This happened some time ago and is based on my first time. I was a cocky 18 year old jock wrestler. I was born and raised in rural Wyoming. I was on scholarship to the University and was heading home for a few days over a break. As often happens in Wyoming, I was out in the middle of nowhere and got caught in a white out blizzard. I pulled into a roadside rest area and figured I could catch a bit of sleep and ride the weather out . I had just put a big dip of Copenhagen in when there was a tap on my window. I didn't see the other pickup parked near me when I pulled in. A man about 30ish, hat pulled down hard on his head and a big handlebar mustache greeted me. I rolled my window down a bit and he said " Boy, this ain't no place for you tonight". I was a bit off guard by him calling me boy but he had a friendly smile and I relaxed. I told him I got caught in the storm and figured I would hunker down here until morning. He cocked his head at me and said he lived just up the road and his cabin would be way more comfortable than my pickup. He looked me in the eye and for some reason I felt his authority over me. I intended to decline his offer but out of my mouth came Yes Sir! He smirked when he heard my response and said follow me boy. He climbed into his best up ranch pickup and I followed his taillights into the darkness. I really don't know where we headed but soon enough he pulled off the highway and down a trail. We pulled into a yard that secluded but didn't seem too sketchy. I followed him into the dimly lit but warm little cabin. It was a simple place, one room was all. There was a kitchen area, a big fireplace and a large bed in the corner. As we got inside and took off our coats, we were able to size each other up better. I was 5'11" 165 pounds toned and always felt that I filled out my tight wranglers pretty well. He was just a hair taller and a good 50 pounds heavier but looked like solid muscles.. He also had on tight wranglers with a prominent circle on his back pocket, handlebar mustache I had already seen and heavy scruff everywhere else. His flannel shirt was open about 3 buttons and his chest was covered with a thick forest of fur. Now I never considered myself attracted to men but this bear of a man had me feeling nervous. He had me sit on the leather couch in front of the fireplace to warm up and he seemed to sense my nervousness. He went to the kitchen area to get something to warm us up and asked if I was an athlete since I had a hot little body. I blushed when he said that and he sat beside me and handed me an open beer. I had never drank beer before and didn't particularly like the aftertaste but I wanted to act like I was used to drinking. He encouraged me to gulp down the first one and I did. Man did that beer make me relax. My host, his name was Jake, then pulled out a bong and suggested we smoke some. Hell I had never drank much less smoked weed but the beer had relaxed me and made me a bit sleepy so I agreed but confessed I didn't know how. He smiled again and said he would show me how and he would shotgun me the first few hits. He said he had some special weed and we would have a great time. He packed his bong and lit it up. He took a big hit and pulled my head toward his. He covered my mouth with his and exhaled the smoke into my virgin lungs. I was surprised he did that and I coughed most of it out right away. He said let's do that again but this time try to hold it in. He took another big hit, again pulling my head close to his and exhaled into my lungs. I did better this time and when i exhaled, a big cloud filled the room. I felt hot and tingly at the same time. I also had a goofy grin on my face. We shotgunned a few more times and damn i felt different. Tingly and horny? What the hell was happening. He wanted to see me take my own hit and shotgun it back to him this time. I filled my lungs and leaned in to exhale and he again grabbed my head and he locked lips with me and i felt his tongue invade my mouth. I was so zoned out I didn't fight it. Soon I found my body reacting to his. I was kissing him back and my cock was hard. He pulled away smiling and said let's get more comfortable boy. I let him lead me to the bed and he commanded me to strip. I felt his authority over me and I did as he wanted. He then had me undress him and in a fog I did. I did take in his very furry chest, his pierced nipples, and finally his big uncut cock with a PA. I was fascinated by his dick piercing. He ordered me on my knees and to get my mouth on it. Inside I was revolted by it but my mouth opened on its own and I tasted my first cock. It felt warm, spongy, and hard at the same time. His PA would hit my teeth and he would tell me to watch it. It had grown to at least 8.5 inches and very thick. His head struck the back of my throat and I gagged. He pulled back and instructed me to breath through my nose and try to swallow it. I tried but still gagged. I was getting it wet with my spit though. He pulled a small brown bottle out and held it up to my nose and ordered me to inhale deeply. I did and he pinched off my nose and told me to hold it. He repeated this several times I was flying and floating and he said to suck him again. I was able to swallow the head easier now and he would cut my hair off for few seconds. I kept tasting something sweet and I was actually liking that. After about ten minutes of I am sure a very bad blow job he pulled out of my mouth and said I earned a reward. He had me climb onto the bed and get on all fours. I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me but he said he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. He licked my virgin hole and worked his tongue inside. Fuck that did feel good. He worked my hole and got it real wet. His scruff felt amazing on my bottom too. He was working a finger into my hole too with just spit and it wasn't going in. It was hurting some. He grabbed a tub of his "special" lube he called it and started working the lube in his finger. It burned when it went in. He told me that happens sometimes but it will get way better in a few minutes. He kept pawing at my hole and trying to get his finger inside. He finally did saying I sure was tight. He grabbed a needleless syringe filled with a clear liquid and siad this will do the job. I felt him empty the contents in me and the burning was back. I felt really spaced out and needing something. I needed his fingers in my ass. What the hell is happening. I was pushing back on his finger and he hooked his finger inside me. I pushed down and he touched something and I quivered. He said that's it boy, ride my finger. He was soon getting two fingers inside and then three pretty easy. I was overwhelmed by the feelings my ass was giving me. He pulled his fingers out and I was actually concerned he was done. I pleaded with him to put them back. He told me he needed to rest and forced me down on my stomach and he laid on top of me. I could feel his dick between my legs pulsing, like it was alive and leaking on my crack. He kept teasing my hole with it. I know I was pushing back on him and he asked " what do you need boy?". I didn't want to say anything and just moaned. He said we were done unless I would ask him for something so blushing again I asked him to fuck me . He said I didn't hear you. What do you need boy? I said louder, please fuck me Sir

The boiler room of an apartment building is now my weirdest place. I have seen this maintenance guy before and he fucked me once in the electrical room of his apartment building before. Saw him so pop up on an app and we texted a few times. He texted he wants to fuck someone by the boilers. He was good last time i saw him so I texted him Ill come by. I got there and we walked by the electrical room down a few flights of stairs into the boiler room. It was hot and smell of fuel oil was strong. There was three boilers almost the size of large vans. In between two large boilers there was a metal work table. We walked over to the dirty table and he said take your clothes off. He proceeded to put chains and locks around my wrists bent me over the table which by the way was all greasy and dirty and locked my chained hands to a clamp on the table he then had my feet chained wide to the metal leggs. The smell and the heat of the room was suprising hot. He started to feel my back and ass and spread my cheeks to lick and finger my hole all while he was wearing is maintenance uniform.. that was hot! He put his face on my back as he reached for my cock and balls and played with them.. He walked over to the other side of the table got on a milk crate pulled my hair then head up to suck his dick. He opened his zipper and pulled out his very hard dick. As I was sucking he opened his shirt then undid his paints. I sucked for some time then he got down walked to my ass and felt something wet on my hole as he started to fuck me. He was thrusting for sometime as i was getting all dirty from the table. Then i felt him explode. It felt like a gallon was in me. I felt the drip as soon as he pulled out. I thought he was done then got on the phone to call someone. He was trying to get some of his friends over to watch me get fucked by them. He said i was lucky. They werent available to come over. It would have been an all nighter for you. He played with my hole a bit more then unlocked the chains and from my side of face to my thighs i was greasy and dirty. His hands were greasy my didck and balls were a mess..lol When i got home there was grease all over my back ass and hole. My clothes and underwear were ruined..lol Took me almost 2 hours to get the grease off of me and i think he used grease as lube. My hole was tender and it took a while to clean that out. But it was hot and exciting with all the noise, heat and smell from that room..

ya'lls asses are eye candy to my dick 🤪 I'm vers but here's what mine looks like bending over hotel couch:

I get mixed reactions. I usually try to work it in that I have loads already in me because most tops with know the distinct smell of stale cum coming from a bottom. To some men it’s a turn on and they may even want to eat you out. Others may just want to dump and get out. It varies. Either way it’s an undeniable smell that will smell up a video booth, cab of a trunk or any small space. As a bottom it’s a smell that I have known most of my life. Some men may find it off putting though.

Fat stubby curved dick with a huge load shooter

Last night I went to Club Dallas. Checked in around 10:45, got a locker, stripped to only my jock strap and went directly to the corner where there is a bench with a glory hole right behind it. I pushed the bench against that wall, laid my towel across it, straddled the bench, resting on my crotch/stomach with my cheeks spread across either side of the glory hole slot in the wall. I stayed here for the next 6 hours; occasionally flipping onto my back with my legs in the air to give my thighs and groin muscles a break. No idea how many loads or cocks I took, who fucked me, etc. There were unfortunately quite a few condom users but at least a couple of guys definitely came in me that I felt; probably several that I didn’t. This is only my 3rd time with my ass against the glory hole. The first time was at Club Dallas and I only tried it a couple of times; 2nd was at The Z in San Antonio that has a great setup for exactly this and this time back in Dallas was fantastic!

*Authors note: NOTHING real from now on! Everything is pure fantasy. --- Part 2: Limitations One week off meds and I was starting to be horny as fuck, but I decided to abstain from sex with my partner till I could meet my bug chaser fan in person. “I caught a urinary infection”, this was the excuse that made us argue and have my boyfriend sleep on the sofa, even if I always kept an eye on him thanks to webcams installed everywhere. During that time I exchanged lots of private messages with my fan, then I understood the web community had some limitations: new members were restricted to send few public or private posts in a day! I did not expect so many followers and readers, my fictions about HIV transmissions had inspired a lot of real conversions and I was conflicted about that, horny and guilty at the same time. “How rude he is”, someone wrote about me, “he doesn’t even answer our questions!” But I did not really care about that crap, all my attentions were focused on my fan, ensuring to keep three slots a day always free: “good morning my chaser”, “your gifter wants you”, “good night my boy”, had to be guaranteed in his inbox daily to keep always him aware I gave him attentions. Limitations were becoming a big advantage for me! Personally I enjoyed his presence too much, he daily filled me with compliments certainly better than my partner who was accusing me instead. “You are obsessed by Internet, you promised to gift me then leave me neg and sexless”, and so on. Almost I regretted my decision to share my life with that guy, I really was thinking about packing my belongings to travel and reach my fan wherever he lived, till one day I received a call: a university had invited me to talk about my HIV related stories, and it was few kilometers from my fan’s town! First thing I did was to access the web community publishing such a news as a reply to one of my most popular stories, but among various congratulations or good luck messages I received nothing from my fan. Such damned flake, he was making me angry and I started to check on his profile every minute to see his activities, last visit, people he followed; I had to find a way to ruin that fake bug chaser’s reputation forever. A voice in my mind told me to stay calm and cool, sooner or later I would convert both him and my official boyfriend for sure. Losing my patience was matter of hours, it was really hard to contain myself every time I saw my bug chaser on line but never giving me any news about himself; I was almost fed up of keeping on writing sweet nothings to a virtual person, when I still had my real partner at home waiting for my gift; at that point I could seriously consider converting my guy, then take him to the conference at university and publicly announce my first poz son, eventually in front of my fan’s eyes. Count down started, it took three more days till I had to join the university event so I made another move hoping to break my fan’s silence: “My chaser, in three days we can meet in person. Show yourself at the conference about HIV in literature and we can arrange whatever you wish”. His reply came in a few seconds: “Sorry my gifter, but I finished my message slots. I give you all my instant messengers and phone contacts, use whatever is better for you but let’s keep in touch.” Attached to the chat I found a digital card full of phone numbers, e-mail addresses and any chat identities this world could offer. “Well”, I typed back; “I do not need all this stuff. You should rather close all these accounts and change your profile on the community where we met, if you want me to poz you.” “I want your HIV whatever it takes”, he quickly answered without even thinking; “what else to get rid of my neg life?” “First of all, in the community modify your nickname adding the word CHASER as prefix; then on your profile information, specify wherever you can, that you are owned by me. Do whatever to prevent other guys from contacting you, keep message slots only for our own conversations. Understood?” I expected him to block me, but the opposite happened: his profile changed almost instantly and as an avatar he placed an access denied signal. “Good chaser”, was my feedback. “See you at the conference, wear a t-shirt with biohazard symbol for me to recognize you.” “OK gifter” and a thumb up was his last reply. That’s not a flake, I thought. 100% slave, 100% exhibitionist, his original profile information was the truth!

I'm not sure about the second of those issues - that is, that "reinfection with the same original strain" can cause medication failure. I could be wrong - I might have somehow missed a study on that specific topic - but generally speaking, if a particular medication is good at blocking replication of HIV to the point of keeping a person undetectable, there's really not much chance for a new breeding to somehow overwhelm those meds. When a person is newly diagnosed with HIV - even those who are freshly infected with very high viral loads, or those who have gone untreated for quite some time and are now experiencing runaway HIV replication - can usually be treated with a single pill per day treatment that brings VERY high levels of HIV down to almost manageable within a month or so and then to undetectable within a few months of that. There's pretty much no way I can see how a fresh load of HIV - certainly much less total virus than the originally very high levels spread through the patient's system - of the same strain already being controlled would somehow suddenly overwhelm the drug that had brought it down so dramatically in the first place. Now, a different strain - or a patient who was already sloppy about taking his HIV treatment - might be a different story. But many contemporary HIV medications can treat a range of HIV strains quite well. The issue of medication failure comes from *resistant* strains - which means you have to either get reinfected by a resistant strain (fairly hard to do) or you have to be sloppy with your meds long enough that your own strain becomes resistant to the medication you're on. It's a serious problem, yes, but it's not caused by an undetectable man simply getting barebacked by a poz top.

Part 6 "Who do you think knocked you up? Jerry can't since he's on meds. I decided if anyone was going to do it, it should be me. I know that sounds kind of selfish, but Dennis said it would bond us even closer" I replied. We talked while his cum soaked into my guts and I explained everything. "Don't blame Dennis, he may have suggested it, but I was the one who made it happen. I wanted to be the one and not some random stranger... or even a friend" I told him. He rolled us on our sides, spooning me with his arms wrapped around me tight, sobbing "Thank you" over and over until we fell asleep. People at work looked concerned when I got there, but my upbeat attitude told most that I was OK, and the few that inquired I told that things were great. They had noticed that I was distracted the previous few weeks after calling in sick for several days, which I had never done in the years I'd worked there. We went in on Saturday to get the numbers and a suggestion for treatment. Tom was told to avoid any sexual encounters and I was told to limit myself to safe sex regardless if the other person was poz. I'm pretty sure that the doctor knew I wasn't going to follow his instructions, much less his treatment plan. "So... what did you tell all those poz tops that wanted to breed you when you were convinced that you were still neg?" I asked, my dick firmly planted in his ass the next day. Tom chuckled. "One wants me to recharge him, two others offered to let me join them with the next chaser they found. The last was actually pissed" he said. "You were pretty intent on pozzing me when you thought I was neg. Are you going to find someone else to gift?" I asked. "No... I think I'm going to be a poz cum dump from now on. I'm not a great top and I like taking dick too much. Do you still want to be open or am I the only one to get your charged loads?" Tom asked. "I still think we should be open. The only time it was a problem was when you were trying not to get infected. That's not an issue any more and I love fucking you when there's a load inside you. What about you?" I asked. "Open, definitely. I promise not to go psycho again, unless I don't get any dick. Yours or someone else's" Tom said. "Good. I will guarantee two things, you'll keep getting my dick and you won't be the last guy I knock up... just the first" I told him. -- The first few weeks after Tom had joined club poz, we only had sex with each other. The vibe was like it was when we first met. Neither of us had realized that we'd slowly fallen into a rut when we fucked and both made comments to each other about how much better it was. When we finally went back at our usual bar we were the most popular guys around. It had been a couple months since we had gone out socially. We didn't need to buy a drink all night and there were guys I'd never talked to coming up telling us "congrats!" Word spread quickly and I know it wasn't from us. Some would dance around the topic until they'd ask if we were still toxic or had gone on meds right away. Most seemed to be happy we'd decided to wait a while. After a few nights at the bar I had almost twenty new contacts in my phone, all wanting to hookup some time and roll the dice. When there was a lull Tom turned to me and asked "Can I change my mind?" I laughed and said "No. There's no going back. Even if you could, I'd just knock you up again." Tom laughed and replied "That would be so fuckin cool, but that's not what I meant. I think I want to top some and not just be a cum dump. The more guys beg for my load, the more I want to do them." "That, you can change your mind about. I've got my first lined up for Monday, so you have at least that night free" I told him. He was so excited when I agreed I think he shot a spurt of cum into his jeans right then. I know there was a wet spot on them. When it got near to closing time, Tom headed to the bathroom to recycle some beer. I got another phone number from a guy who said he'd been chasing for almost a year. "All the poz guys I can find are undetectable" he groused. When Tom came back, there was a drip of cum on his cheek and I said "One guy didn't have very good aim" as I scooped it off his cheek and licked it up. "I'm lubed and ready for when we get home" Tom replied. This was our new sexual freedom. Sometimes we didn't wait to hookup, a quickie in the bathroom was just as good. The chaser on Monday was a fun time. He was a couple years older than me and muscled, but he moaned like a bitch when I rimmed him and squealed like a little pig when I pounded him. He begged for my bug filled load several times while I fucked his muscled ass. He got two loads planted in his hole and swallowed whatever he could lick off my dick after. He even wanted to meet the next day, but Thursday was the soonest I could make it. Tom was waiting for me when I got home, grinning and excited. "I hope yours was as fun as mine. It felt so good to shoot my charged load into his neg hole" Tom said. "Not as good as when I shot mine in yours" I replied. "Maybe. I think mine had second thoughts, though, but my dick stayed hard after I bred him the first time, so I kept going until I gave him a second load. We'll see if he wants to meet up again" Tom said. "The guy I just bred wanted to meet tomorrow, but I pushed him off til Thursday. Tomorrow I'm meeting Dennis to breed his ass for the first time since he knocked me up... Want to join in?" I asked. Tom smiled and replied "That would be fun." "Be sure to save up for the party on Saturday afternoon, but I'll invite him over instead of going to his place tomorrow" I told Tom. -- "Welcome to the club, stud. I wish we'd been the ones to knock you up, but I know Dennis is really happy to have done it. We should all can get together sometime and swap our strains" Tony said. We were sitting around Dennis' place, waiting on a chaser to show up. He flaked and Tom volunteered his ass to take all of the pent up loads. Everyone told him he was being greedy and with some encouragement from Rico and Tony, I ended up on all fours next to him. It was a new experience getting fucked next to my boyfriend, but we both enjoyed it. Tony and Rico were both bigger than Dennis and way bigger than Tom. They were both much better tops too. I knew I'd be hurting for a few days though. I got a load each from Rico and Tony, while Sean, Dennis and his nephew's buddy bred Tom. "You got a sweet ass for a top" Rico told me before adding "I hope that's not the last time I get to tap it." "Only after I get to recharge you and Tony" I replied. When we got home, Tom and I fucked for another couple hours, sucking and fucking until our balls were empty again. I fucked the cum out of him and then licked it off his chest and face. -- It had been a strange couple of months since Tom and I had converted. Our open relationship was working just like it had when we first tried it. We were meeting a lot of guys and having some great encounters with them before having some amazing sex together. Patrick and Dennis had introduced us to a lot of poz guys, some on meds and other that were, like us, not. While my attitude has always been pretty laid back regarding STDs - shit happens and deal with it - this was affecting me differently. Knowing that I was poz and viral had me looking at hookups in a whole new way. I was understanding Dennis' comments about the virus attacking me mentally. It just happened in reverse order than with Tom. The attraction I had to a guy had a new dimension to it based on his status. Negative bottoms not on PrEP were top priority, closely followed by unmedicated poz tops. Unmedicated poz bottoms were in the middle and the protected ones were last. Yeah, I found that I liked to bottom for guys that had a strong viral load to give me. I didn't say anything to Tom about it but one night I found myself bent over the urinal next to him at the bar, getting fucked. It turned him on and when we went home that night, he fucked me for the second time since he found out he had converted. He was much better than the other time he fucked me and I put it down to all the practice he'd been getting breeding chasers. "I take it Dennis isn't the only guy to fuck you lately" Tom said. "No... but since he's undetectable again, I've had to find some alternatives to get my fix" I replied. "If you keep bottoming, I might need to become a top to keep the universe in balance" Tom said, laughing afterwards.

*Authors note: this fiction is inspired by some real events happened to us. Real: we enjoy writing and we are here _to_ write our HIV-related fiction. Real: we discussed if it was the case to publish our tales to Bz, the negative partner of us thought it was 100% failure. Real: our first attempt failed and story was deleted. It can happen. Real: a guy has said he's "a fan of ours" and sometimes we write to each others. Real: this story is written agreeing with the guy in question. ...You know who you are. FICTION: entering a post in order to intentionally cause infraction, the bet, stopping meds, gifting intentions and further, all this is pure fantasy. no one of us two has real intentions to stop meds or PrEP, or to disturb community with intentional harm, just enjoy fiction as it is! --- Part 1: the bet My partner and I love to write stories, and we found our tales as a way to flow our most intimate fantasies out. Especially for me, a mid 40s poz undetectable guy, as I feel like a caged animal. Every time I read about a real successful conversion on the Internet I simply get hard as a rock but I have too much respect for my neg buddy so I have never ran the risk of proposing him to plan his status upgrade by starting a meds holiday; anyway every reading, real or fiction, is a higher and higher turn on till sex life without poz talk has no meaning for both of us. “What about sharing our writings with a bigger public”, I proposed one day to him while he was upset seeing his own web site had zero visits for an entire week. “Internet is big and we may find people with our own tastes. Come on, we’ll try, I publish it now!” I showed him a community where fiction about consensual HIV infection was accepted; “here we have nothing to fear, I read lots of authors who even write much worse than us.” “But no one will understand our plots and intents”, he complained; “we also may be subject to infractions. You’ll see.” I was fed up of his negative thoughts, and shared the story with the community without hesitation. Who cares, time will tell. “Let’s place a bet”, he told me in the end; “if you’re right, you stop your meds. If I’m right, I stop my PrEP!” I just laughed at that, a joke is a joke and I was sure he’d never do something so incautiouss. “OK baby, deal. Bet placed!” At that point doubts started to overcome my rationality, almost I hoped to be wrong so I made my move: let’s go to the community and edit content in order to intentionally commit an infraction as I wanted to save my HIV treatment regimen… Nothing at all, after a while it was impossible to modify published material! What a pity, let’s wait for destiny. We went to bed and slept over it. The following morning, my partner picked his phone up from the charger and opened community’s web site: “your account has been suspended for 13 days. Nothing that can harm people is allowed here”. “Oh, damn, it’s for that sentence I wrote about the main character’s death”, I thought; “nothing too bad, failures are often good opportunities to grow up”. “What did I tell you”, he asked me. “You see I was right then!” I took his PrEP bottle in my hands and walked towards the toilet: “a bet is a bet”, I smiled. “what can we do with these pills, now?” “Don’t flush them”, he pleaded; “I stay off PrEP for 13 days till our account is enabled again then I’ll restart it when we share another tale. Do you agree?” “I’m game”, I said spanking his ass playfully. “But now, this fertile butt is just mine. No sex with others till you are on meds again! Understood?” He just nodded and closed the bottle in a drawer. Days passed quickly, we also took our time for a short vacation where we took the opportunity to improve our story then Friday 17th arrived: three, two, one, launch! New piece was shortly on line! Knowing his ass hole was unprotected turned me on like crazy but I managed to control my temptation to lock my meds in the same drawer he placed his; it was matter of time, I was aware of that, and in fact the new tale started to collect likes, hearts, thumbs up, and the unexpected message from a stranger in reply to our contribute: “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours, guys! Great story!” I looked at his older posts and found his first one: “I am a bug chaser and would like a connection with poz guys from my country”… and the second: “I believe in a chaser-gifter long term bond, the one who infects me should be present in my life afterwards”. Oh gosh, yes, interesting, we came from the same country! This guy is explicitly consenting to be infected, if it happens after all he wrote on Internet he cannot blame me at all! I want that connection too but who cares, I have my partner for now. I watched the fan’s profile information to see if he was compatible with my tastes; gifting could be a possibility, but he had to deserve it, learning to stay at his place! All that I read was a very, very good promise I had to admit it. “100% slave. 100% exhibitionist. 100% non-monogamist. 100% masochist. 4% vanilla. 0% owner. 0% master”… All what I needed to know! “Wow”, I thought. “If this is my biggest fan, he has first priority!” “So what the fuck do you do?” My partner asked, worried. “Are you going to stop your meds now? You remember, it was a bet! If it applies to me, it applies to you in the same way!” “I can’t”, I said. “If I stop my treatment it’s to gift you. This person may be a flake or whatever bad, so I’ll continue my therapy regularly.” Disappointed, my guy went upstairs to bed and I took my chance: extracting all pills from my meds and his PrEP bottle, I flushed them all. Now the bet is not over, it has just changed the challenge. Not if, or when it happens, but WHO is my first conversion!

It does sound like a title for a porn movie but it's not. We had sex (maybe a hook up?). But he's a married guy, I had no reason to believe he's into men so that was a first. Maybe he knew that I was gay because we were chatting once and I told him that someone was hot (or something like that I can't remember). But even though we were good to each other we were never really close. It was quite a surprise that he just started to touch me during a personal training session and we ended up fucking. What is weird is that he did not use a condom. So I thought isn't he worried about him or his wife? Maybe because I'm a doctor he thought oh yeah he "sounds like a safe option". Even worse, me that I'm a doctor shouldn't be caring more about this? I just accepted a raw dick inside me without questions. Like all this education and yet the temptation of raw sex can't stop?

When I’m horny I spread my legs and hole for any hard cock that comes along - and to be honest when I spread my legs for a not-so-hot-guy it actually makes me more hard and slutty than when I’m with somebody hot and sexy. Two weeks ago I got fucked raw by a really ugly truckdriver - he was overweight, bad haircut, slightly dirty and smelly but he had a huge thick cock. He fucked me in his bunkbed behind the drivers seat and his bedsheets smelled of old cum and sweat … and I was so turned on that I came without even touching my dick halfway through the fuck. That made him even hornier and he fucked me hard and raw for 10 more minutes before he unloaded inside me while he told me how much cum he was going to pump inside my horny pussy. I think it is about being able to let completely go of all control and not feeling you have to look attractive or sexy because the guy you are with can not exactly be picky. So go for it guys - get bare-fucked by the ugly ones 😉

I've definitely been asked many times if I'm pre-loaded and I always try to answer honestly. On the apps, I think it does matter to guys who ask if you're loaded or not. If asked and I am not loaded, several have said, "hit me back when you've got a load in". I think these guys are looking to churn butter and, as importantly, it's the experience of hooking up with a slut and the aura of participating in something that's being shared with other tops. The opposite has also been true. I've had some guys get turned off by a bottom being loaded, which makes little to no sense to me. I don't think these guys truly understand a slut's nature to collect as many loads from as many men as possible. They are asking the question as a way to screen you out. In public settings, even if asked, I don't think the answer matters as much.

night of getting whored out. Had a lot of hook ups (old & new) and met new friends during Pride last weekend. one of the dudes i met and hooked up wit had me cum through and chill yesterday. We chilled most of the day told i had to leave b4 7pm too meet up wit friends. We chilled smoked a bit, gamed watched movies but ain't fuck. all that shit was cool but ain't gonna lie I came through for dyck so wouldn't be as hard on the hunt when we went out (lets be honest iwas gonna be either way but he had dycked me down so gonna a few days go wanted it again). Figured I wasn't getting it, had brought my clothes for that night and got dress, he was going out too and went to shower. when he came out i was so tuned out of catching dyck, aint notice his dyck right nxt to my face, when i didn't noticed he turned and pushed my head and mouth onto his dyck. im like y this nigga wait so long, I was bout to just be like u missed ur shot, but he pulled my dreads and give me a lil bit of face fucking. I thought he just wanted me suck him but of course not, he flipped him pulled off my pants and started eatting me out. I knew i wasn't going nowhere, he event had me ass naked face down ass up and clapping my cheeks. he beating me and really digging in me, my legs gave and i was alway on the bed. he said oh yea lol, put his hands on the small of my back and really went to town, that nigga was in my stomach lol. My phone is blowing up at this point from my friends. Eventually I knew from him moaning and the speed/thrusts he was nutting. He didn't nut fully in me, i started feeling nut heat all over my ass. He just laied next to me, I was like can i get a towel, he said you know where the bathroom is. Looked in the mirror before cleaning his kids off he nutted so much ova my ass and near/on my hole i asked him joking asked him did any make it inside he told he def got a few pumps before pulling out. asked why he bothered he said marking his territory 🙄. I was out of going wit my friends, kissing on this dude playing wit his dyck, he was like he still had to go lol. My friends were blowing up my phone, i lied said i overslept and did a super hoe thing and started to get dressed wit no shower stinking off sex. I did use body spray lol, i went without underwear cuz homeboy used my draws as a cum rag lol. I caught a uber to meet up wit friends, got bitched out by my bff, cuz he knew i was getting slutted. Eventually forgave me and we had a fun night we got so fucked up. Before we got fucked up told my bff how it really went down he told me that he was doing that so i would be thinking of him. He was right cuz i was trying to text him, trying to see him again and get back wit him later....ghosted lol. (I didn't hear from him until 6pm today lol...looking 4 more ass) Later in the night before i got sloopy sum sexy dude i had been bumped into and dancing wit was able to get me away from my friends, talking shit (my friends plan backfired because i was super horny). me and this dude eventually ended up in the bathroom where i topped him off, he was like he trying to fuck, i was just trying to suck...in the hopes of still hooking back up with my previous top. He told me he couldn't nut from him, i was sucking him for a good min and he never did we had to eventually exit for holding up the bathroom. So we left out the bathroom i was still trying to not get it up but he kept grinding on me and we kept drinking i was getting way fucked up, and was like fuck it (my friends had all split too, everyone was on hoe shit). We left along with his friend he told me his car was in a garage down the street. That shit started hitting me hard. We had ended up cutting through the alley I couldn't hold back any longer i bent ova and I started earling. Of course dude took the opportunity to pull my pants down and sled in. we were behind a dumpster as his boy was watch out. I was out of it at first but as violating as this was dyck and stroke were hitting. My legs were getting tired as he was not a quick cummer, a str8 club had let out not far but not one saw and is boy made sure. he kept asking me if i was going let his boy hit i kept saying no at first....i stopped answering cuz i knew they were gonna run train, i figured that fo real when we left the club. His boy was in my eyesight most of the fuck, until he wasn't. Eventually dude unloaded in me and they were quick before i could even realize he was fully finished his boy sled in me. He eventually unloaded in me wasn't nowhere near as long as his boy. So they were kind enough to gimmie a ryde still after using me. I was passed out most of the way never even traded #. Caught one more load before closing my eyes. Daddy that uses me on the reg, was calling/texting me on the way in. After getting in stripping and laying down and the phone still going off. I mistakenly answered. He is a security officer and was coming off shift and wanted his father's day treatment. Told him i was nutted up, fucked up and sick told me he hadn't nutted in a week and prob wouldn't take long and im already lubed up. We went back and forth, and he said he would be pulling up in five mins and would start honking blaring the music. it's like 4am. he has done this before, which my sis bitched me out about as did the neighbors. He if a toxic personality...yes sum of that turns me on. Had already thrown on my shorts and tank while were going back and forth cuz i knew he wasn't gonna leave it alone. He pulled up we went around to the park, walked to were we usually fuck, i stripped he pulled out, already hard sled in my hole which was sloppy lol. of course he didn't cum quick and when he finally nutted he pulled out and shot a huge nut all ova my back. I put my shirt back on now soked in cum so i wouldn't get nut on his seats. He had nutting to say to me driving me back . Finally went back home passed and slept most of the day away nursing a bad hangover, my bussy is throbbing lol. apologize for the long post (and yes i left out a lot of details).

It doesn't really matter to me, but I do like cumming on a guy's cock before he's cum so I can suck myself off him (and snog him with it if he wants.) Works the other way too 😜

19. Steven’s door was closed again when I arrived back upstairs, and Blake wasn’t sitting at his desk. I knocked on the door, and it was quickly opened just a little bit by Blake. Seeing it was me he grinned and opened the door the rest of the way. He was mostly dressed but his shirt was unbuttoned to just above his pants. I slipped in, and was immediately grabbed by Steven. He was completely naked and hard. He kissed me deep on the mouth as Blake closed the door and locked it. Their hands ran all over my body, quickly stripping me down to my underwear. Blake pushed me forward, I felt his hands grab the fabric covering my cheeks and pull. He ripped my underwear apart exposing my ass but leaving the front. I was now in little more than a jock. Blake stripped off all of his clothes then grabbed my hips to push me forward. He quickly worked the plug out of my hole and I felt cool air wash up into my exposed guts. Steven broke our kiss and sat in a chair against the wall. “Come sit on my cock.” I practically ran over and jumped on his cock, straddling his legs and sliding down on his cock in one go. He groaned as I bottomed out, “Fuck, this pussy is adapting so quick. You feel so fucking soft and perfect.” Blake pushed me forward, forcing my chest into Steven’s. He slid forward under me, changing out angle. Blake’s cock was then at my hole next to Steven’s. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Blake groaned, his cock slowly slipping into my hole right next to our boss’s. I gasped as Blake’s pubes pressed into my ass. The fuck that followed was merciless. The two of them pounded into me together, their cocks moving like one massive tool. I felt like Jell-O. My body had gone slack. I was just a rag doll for them to use. My hole felt beautifully stretched. Blake had his hands on my shoulders pushing harder and harder into me. Steven was pushing my hips back down on their cocks, keeping me trapped. They were grunting deep and low, and I was moaning like a whore. My cunt was a gaping mess. “Fuck boy, I’m going to fill you up again,” Steven grunted. “Breed my hole! Please give me another load.” “I’m going to cum too. His hole feels too good.” “You feel so fucking tight with both of these cocks in you.” “It’s the only way I can feel tight right now.” “We’re going to ruin your cunt.” “I think I’m already ruined.” “Oh no, you’re not yet.” “Oh fuck! I’m going to,” Blake roared, and stopped fucking me. His cock pulsed against Steven’s cock and his load pumped into me again. That pushed Steven over the edge and he started to twitch and spray his load into me too. For a long moment we all stayed there. I was practically shaking. Then slowly Blake pulled out. Steven held me in place, his cock still lodged in my cunt. I heard Blake in toy drawer again and then he was back behind me. He pulled Steven’s cock from my hole and I felt the cold wetness of a big toy being pushed into my hole. It felt longer than the plug, and fatter. It certainly had almost no taper to it. It felt like he had just shoved a coke can up my ass. I was panting. Smack! Blake slapped my ass. “Fuck, Steven he just took the 3 inch egg.” “Damn, wow. Ok. On the couch boy.” On unsteady legs I unmounted Steven’s lap and moved over to the couch. The plug pushed even deeper when I sat down and I let out a little gasp. They both stood in front of me, their cocks semi hard and shining with cum and ass juice. “I didn’t expect you to be able to take that today,” Steven said. “Your pussy just wants to be wrecked,” Blake added. “I guess it does, but now I have to think of some other things to do to you. We promised to send you home at the end of work with a completely wrecked pussy.” “Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” a wicked smile flashed across Blake’s face.

I must be living right because yesterday I had a guy come out to seal my driveway. It was hot and he took off his shirt which was a nice treat but when he took off his I saw a biohazard tattoo around his navel and a scorpion tat on his peck. My cock about literally burst out of my shorts. When he finished his help went to the truck to eat lunch and I invited my new shirtless Mexican friend inside to square up the invoice. As soon as he came In I told him I liked his tattoos and asked if he was gay in a really polite way. Then I took a huge risk and flat out asked if I could suck his cock. He eagerly responded “hell yes” so I dropped down right there and got his cock out and started to wake it up. His cock was uncut, really hairy, and had an amazing sweaty musty smell that really turned me on. It was very dark skinned and probably like 5” but it was pretty fat. I started working his dick hard. We moved into the bathroom so we could smoke and we both got nude. I sucked hime for another minute while we both smoked. He started fingering my asshole so it was obvious he wanted more so I laid on my belly, he lubed up and he mounted me from behind. He pounded me hard for a couple minutes before he popped. He pumped in me like half a dozen time and when he pulled out he was still pumping and I could feel his seed hit my lower back and my ass crack. I sat up and asked if he was poz and he of course said yes. I asked if he was on medication and he said yes but he doesn’t take it all the time because of side effects. He said it was probably 6-8 weeks ago that he last was on his medication. He seemed really upset like he did something wrong but I assured him it was fine. He air dropped the pics he took and took my money and left. Probably in all about 20 minutes of play.

Had a bit of a session at the local sauna the other night …i got myself in to a steam room with hairy ginger bloke …he was naked and his semi hard cock looked well tasty I was sucking him hard and getting my tongue under his foreskin …tasted great. another bloke joined us and I didn’t really take much notice Felt a hand on my bum and new bloke said “nice arse mate” then he’s got his face in my arse and is eating my hole …that was fucking hot and I look round to see a beefy bloke in his 20s/30s grin at me before he goes in for more Ginger says “mate don’t want cum yet” gets up to go After he’s gone the beefy lad said “get on your back on the bench mate” I do and he’s eating my hole ..balls and cock with my knees pushed up to my ears …he lets up to snog me for a bit and get 2 fingers inside me and is flicking his fingers on the right spot. he’s got a nice 6-7 inch cock nice curve to…. “Want me to use a Johnny ?” …”nah just fuck me” I said …”cool” and lines himself up ….he gets slowly balls deep …”oh mate that’s nice” …he fucks me on the bench for a good five min snogging me rubbing his hairy body against me…”oh going to cum in ya”…and he slams his cock hard in…and empties an good load in me” …”fuck mate I was going to wait till later”…he pulls out and leaves me with his jizz running down my arse. I get it together and leave the steam room and wander in to the showers to cool off a bit old bearded bear drying off …he’s bout my hight and twice as broad ..chest and his big round belly covered in white hair …and a serious cock on him soft at the mo with big balls…couple of tats on his chest and arms. Smile at him and he grins back at me..;grabbing his cock …I get on my knees and suck his flaccid dick till is getting hard …”want fucking son?” …I stand and we snog for a bit then he takes me in to one of the rooms and gets me on me back …his cock is a good 9” and thick ..big cock ring …snogging he fingers me “you been loaded already son?” I just nod “dirty fuck” …im grinding against his thigh and practically begging for it…lots me snogging and I'm biting his nip and he’s got a bar through it and a biohazard tat over it that I can make out through the hair …he gets me over his thighs …gently pushing my legs up and his wet cock is rubbing on my hole ….”want daddies dirty cock in you don’t you “ …I just pushed my bum down on his cock…took a deep breath as he went slowly balls deep and fucked me slowly for a good while stopping to snog me (loved the beard) then he went in hard fucking me faster….calling me a dirty boy 🙂 I started to cum and he’s saying “good lad take daddies load” and flooded my hole…grinding me till he started to soften …”clean daddies cock” so I did

“How are you this morning, Andrew?” Matt called as he saw Mr. Miller walking down to his mailbox. Matt had been mowing, his face red with sweat dripping down. His shirt was soaked through. “Hot day, isn’t it.” “Very,” Mr. Miller said. “How are things?” Matt rolled his eyes. “Tracy is driving me crazy, just between you and me. Honestly, I’m relieved she’s going to visit her sister next week. I need a break.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Miller said, hiding his desire to smile. He stepped closer to Matt and looked him straight in the eye. “Molotov.” Matt’s face fell, a glazed look taking over. “Master.” Mr. Miller had decided not to keep Matt under his constant control. That would create for him a ton of work and even more things to cover up with Matt’s bitch wife. Instead, his infiltration of Matt’s mind could be set off by the use of “Molotov.” Like a Molotov cocktail thrown into a building, Mr. Miller had entered Matt’s life and was destroying everything from the inside out. It hadn’t been hard to do. A tension already existed between Matt and his wife. All they needed was something to push them over the edge. If all went according to plan, Matt and Tracy would be getting divorced within the year, allowing Matt to become another slave. Ruining their marriage was easy. One night Mr. Miller had invited both Matt and Tracy over for dinner. During their meal, he hypnotized them both. Nothing extreme. He simply instilled in their minds the instruction of not having sex anymore though blaming the other for the lack of fucking. Mr. Miller had already decided he was going to start fucking Matt, but he didn’t want to risk Tracy getting pozzed and starting a fiasco. Everyone would start asking questions. Instead, Tracy was left unaware of Matt’s poz status, that way there was no way for her to suspect Mr. Miller of ruining their lives. Plus, that would cut the risk of them having kids and causing their planned divorce to fall through. Matt had no memories of the fuck sessions he had with Mr. Miller. Matt didn’t even know that he was poz like Mr. Miller, carrying his strain. Sure, there were moments the following day when he wondered why his ass was so sore. When he converted, there was a bit of fear as to why he was so sick. The little details were managed by Mr. Miller, his doctor friend taking care of appointments and tests, but it was all worth it. As Mr. Miller inspected the tranced Matt standing in front of him, he smiled, happy to have had such a wonderful neighbor move in next door. “Matt,” Mr. Miller said, “when your wife leaves, you will come over to my house prepared to be fucked and to fuck. I have a surprise for you.” “Thank you, Master,” Matt said. “Have you been hiding your gym clothes from your wife like I commanded?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Their smell is strong.” “Good,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m excited to smell them. For now, though, I’ll be taking your shirt.” Without hesitating, Matt removed his sweaty shirt, revealing a hairy chest beneath and a slight belly below. Matt had clearly been fit when he was Brian’s age, but now, ten years down the road, he had fallen off the wagon of working out consistently. Mr. Miller had made sure he started again, his weight already having gone down slightly. More than anything, Mr. Miller wanted the man’s sweaty clothing. He didn’t care if he lost weight. A hot fucker is a hot fucker. Mr. Miller hid Matt’s sweaty shirt behind his back and looked deep into Matt’s eyes. “Clover.” Matt’s eyes fluttered, his expression first showing confusion and then a smile. “Sorry, Andrew,” he said. “My head wondered off there. What were you saying?” “I just said congrats on your weight loss,” Mr. Miller said. “You’re looking good.” “Thanks,” Matt said, looking down and noticing he was now shirtless. “I thought I’d worn a shirt out.” “It’s too hot for a shirt,” Mr. Miller said. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Matt said, lifting an arm to wipe his forehead, revealing hairy, sweaty armpits. Mr. Miller had to stop himself from jumping his neighbor and burrowing his face deep. “Well,” Matt continued, “I’d better get back to mowing. See you soon.” Mr. Miller returned inside and shoved his face into Matt’s shirt, inhaling deep the smell of the man’s musk. While he was a top and an alpha, Mr. Miller’s love for the smell of men couldn’t be helped. It had started back when he was a kid and he’d find his dad’s workout clothes in the hamper. He used to take them and cover his face with whatever he could find and jerk off. Some things don’t change. He went to the basement and undid the locks, turning on the light. Walking down, he could see the televisions still playing. Brian was in his cage, curled up, his eyes closed. He approached the cage and looked down at his sleeping slave, admiring his smooth form. After taking in the sight, he pounded his fist down on the top, waking Brian. “It’s morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. He undid the cage’s lock and opened the door, watching as Brian gathered himself and crawled out. A combination of sleepiness and the trance caused him to faulter slightly, but Mr. Miller found it amusing. “Put this on,” he said, throwing Matt’s shirt to Brian. “Thank you, Master,” Brian said, pulling the shirt on. Seeing his slave wearing his used jockstrap and Matt’s sweaty shirt gave Mr. Miller a raging boner. “It’s time to inspect my work,” he said. “Climb onto the bench and lie on your back.” Brian complied. “Legs up.” Brian lifted his legs, revealing the butt plug which was still firmly inside his ass. Mr. Miller took a hold of the plug and pulled it out, his slave shuddering from the pain of having it so forcefully removed. Mr. Miller slipped his fingers into Brian’s hole and pulled it open, looking inside his pussy. Remnants of his cum could be seen along with blood. He had done a number on Brian’s hole. Damage had been done. “Congrats, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “It looks like we made you bleed. Can’t say for sure, but I think I infect you with my poz cum last night. No chance of staying neg now.” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “But to be safe,” Mr. Miller said, “I think we should make another deposit.” He removed his clothing, revealing is rock hard cock. With the butt plug having been removed so recently, Brian’s pussy was slightly open, welcoming Mr. Miller’s cock. He lined up his dick and shoved inside, finding some resistance but nothing like the night before. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He leaned forward and pressed his face into Matt’s sweaty shirt, breathing deep, his head swimming from the smell. He pumped his hips, putting his weight on top of his slave, wrapping his arms around and holding his wrists. Fuck, I love my life, he thought, feeling Brian’s heart racing beneath him. He pulled his dick out and walked over to the trunk in which he had stored his used jockstrap and pulled out a leash. “Turn around on the bench,” he told his slave. “Chest on the bench. Straddle it. I’m fucking doggy style, as it were.” Brian did as he was commanded and turned on his chest, his eyes catching sight of one of the televisions as he did so. His focus stayed on the screen as his master hooked the leash to the collar around his neck. “I’m ready to breed you again,” Mr. Miller said, sliding his dick back inside his slave’s ass. He started his rhythm again, relishing the sound of skin hitting skin. He looked down and saw Brian’s balls resting on the bench, stretched out from his body having slipped out of the jockstrap. He wanted to stomp on them, to see his slave’s body contort from the pain, but he wouldn’t. Not yet, at least. He pulled on the leash, bringing Brian’s head back, arching his back. He wrapped the leash around his wrist, making sure it was tight as he continued fucking hard into his slave’s ass. “Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” Mr. Miller asked. “You, Master.” “Who’s dick do you worship?” “Yours, Master.” “Who’s cum do you live off of?” “Your cum, Master.” “And who will you serve for the rest of your life?” “You, Master,” Brian said, eyes focused on the screen, his mind still diminishing from what he had been before. “Fucking right,” Mr. Miller said, pulling back on the leash as he unleashed a load into his slave’s ass. His body shook with each pulse, a deep growl escaping his mouth. He pulled his dick from Brian’s ass and grabbed the plug, shoving it inside. There was fresh blood on his cock, meaning there were plenty of cuts to allow his virus to take over his slave’s body. “Clean me off,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting his hips out toward his slave. Brian turned around on the bench and swallowed his master’s cock. While he would normally start to gag, deepthroating not being one of his specialties, the trance, along with removing his ability to scream, also controlled his gag reflex. He took his master’s cock down his throat, his tongue licking clean the cum from the night before, the fresh cum now swimming in his ass, and the blood which proved his life was no longer his own. “That’s enough,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his dick out of Brian’s mouth. “Time to start more training.” He went to the trunk and pulled out a chain on which there was a leather clasp attached. “Take off the jockstrap,” Mr. Miller said. Once his slave had removed the jockstrap, he wrapped the leather clasp around Brian’s scrotum as tight as he could, the young man’s testicles stretched out on the other end. “Perfect fit,” Mr. Miller said. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” Mr. Miller returned to the main floor and went to the room he had set aside as his weight room. He took four weights, all ranging in weight, and returned to the basement, waiting only a moment to stare out the window at Matt who was wandering around his yard, still shirtless. “I said I was going to stretch out your balls,” Mr. Miller said, showing Brian the weights. “With the money I’ll be getting from selling your things, I’ll be able to buy some stretchers to really get you going. Fuck, just imaging you crawling on the floor, your balls dragging behind you, so easy for me to step on, it makes me hard. Still, it’ll be a while before we get you there. For now, a little torture is possible in the meantime. On the ground.” Brian complied and crawled down onto the floor. Mr. Miller took the chain which was connected to Brian’s balls and latched it to one of the weights. He dropped it on the floor, watching as it pulled slightly on his slave’s scrotum. “Now,” Mr. Miller said, taking hold of his hardening cock and massaging life back into it, “Crawl around and don’t stop until I tell you to.” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, crawling forward only an inch before the weight pulled back on his balls, stopping him. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Mr. Miller said. Brian moved forward, his balls pulling back toward the weight which didn’t want to move. Knowing he had to keep moving, Brian crawled forward, causing his balls to strain against the leather clasp. He couldn’t scream, but groans of pain escaped his mouth as he tried to move, but the weight’s hold on his balls wouldn’t let go. Face growing red, tears starting to form in his eyes, Brian leaned forward, mouth opening to scream a silent scream as the weight finally budged. “Keep going,” Mr. Miller said. “Faster.” Brian crawled forward again, the weight slowly moving. His balls were stretched back as much as they could go, the strain causing his scrotum to turn a reddish-purple, his testicles looking as if they would pop from the pressure forced upon them. Slowly, Brian moved three feet across the room, his arms and legs shaking from the pain. “Slave,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes watching as the young man struggled to continue forward, “For this time, I want to hear you scream.” As soon as Brian inched forward again, a painful cry of agony escaped his mouth. He cried again as he moved again, the weight still trying to remain behind as his balls pulled it forward. Mr. Miller closed his eyes and listened as Brian’s cries filled the basement. He could feel another load swelling up in his own balls, knowing that his slave’s balls were being tortured. Brian had almost reached the wall opposite the bench on which he had been fucked, his throat hoarse from screaming, when his master cried out himself. “Fuck,” Mr. Miller shouted, one hand on his dick while the other twisted his nipple. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” Several ropes of cum shot out onto the floor, splattering. He opened his eyes and looked to Brian who was staring at the fresh cum. “Eat up,” Mr. Miller said. He left the weight attached to Brian’s balls and left the basement, listening as Brian’s cries filled the space as he tried to crawl back to where he started, hoping to lick up the cum his master had left behind. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What else do you want to see? Let me know.

Just got back from swapping loads with this hot 20 something white guy with the most amazing piercing blue eyes. He said he was new to town and hadn't been fucked in a while and was needing it bad. He hadn't even unboxed his stuff, was sweaty from the move, did it on his bare mattress on the floor. We were making out and getting down to it and he said he didn't have condoms and would it be cool to do it without. I said it was and he laughed as he said he was hoping I'd want to do it that way as he really wanted my loads. He had a nice defined body, fair amount of ink and a nice tight ass. Made a lot of noise taking me and was loudly begging for my load. Blasted my first one in him doing him doggy and he rolled over on his back to take the second load, his legs over my shoulders and me pounding his ass hard. Loved looking in those pretty eyes as I popped the second one in him. Straddled his cock and rode him to take his load and he shot a massive one inside me. He needed a breather after that and smoked a cigarette and had me suck him clean while he smoked. I gladly did it and then he fucked another load in me doggy style. After we finished he asked if I wanted to get a pizza or something to eat, but I said I needed to roll...didn't want it to get too clingy or needy but said I'd be up for hooking up again, and so we swapped digits. He said he didn't usually let guys cum inside him (sure...) and I fibbed and said I didn't but he was hot and I wanted it bad, to which he smiled. Left there not showering and not caring, with both his loads still inside me.

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.

This story got me motivated to get caged and I’m happy I upgraded to a cobra cage.

As the neighborhood cumdump, my regulars always greet me with “how many loads?” Not “hi” or even a “sup” but straight down “how many loads?” They rush over like I’m sort of AGEd meat. Sometimes even asking “how long ago?” They want it fresh and wet. Like a fine wine. Make me feel like a piece of meat 🥩

Grey needs to pass it forward…☣️💦😈

If a dude is hungry for cock and presenting his hole I'll fuck him. If when I shove my cock in him I find he's been well cunted I'll compliment him "hell buddy, how many loads?" The more loads see has up his ass means more enjoyment for me. One of the best sloppy manholes I ever fucked had over a dozen loads in it - when I thrust my cock into him a wave of mixed sperm from a dozen men blasted out over my balls. That was an epic fuck

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The short answer for my part is yes, I actually like being poz. But then again I have never experienced any problems and I live in a country (Denmark) where everything health related is paid for by the government through our taxes meaning I don’t have to worry about costs for meds, check-ups, blood tests etc. For me becoming poz was liberating. I know there are other nasty STDs out there but for me the big bad wolf was always HIV and once that bridge was burned it seemed like the sky was the limit for me sexually. I remember when I came out of the HIV clinic for the second time 1 month after my initial diagnosis and knew that all was shipshape and Bristol fashion I went straight to the biggest bathhouse in Copenhagen (Amigo), cleaned out my ass real good and then went for it. It was the summer of 2008 and the city was full of tourists - also inside the bath house. So I got fucked and fucked and fucked until I could barely stand on my feet and after 8 hours!! in there I went home with a sore and very loose ass still dripping cum despite my efforts to clean it out before I left. To this day I have no idea how many guys fucked me and how many loads I took - after the first hours where I counted 11 loads everything became a bit of a blurr but boy was it great!! And the biggest miracle was that I didn’t catch any other STDs after that little party. Would I reverse what happened if I could? No - certainly not. If I should have lived a live safe from HIV it would mean suppressing a great part of my life - my sexuality - and that just wouldn’t be a life worth living in my opinion.

I am 58 this year. In my mid-30's I discovered that I'm multiorgasmic. Before that I thought I was a bad top who prematurely ejaculated, so I was much more of a bottom than I was a top. (For those of a certain age in the US, this revision of the Tootsie Pop commercial perfectly sums up my top experiences before that - "How many fucks until you reach the center of a Tootsie Pop? One. Two. Three. Cum!) Once I discovered I was multiorgasmic, I likened my orgasms to going out to dinner. The first one is like the Appetizer, which arrives quickly. The second is like the Main Course in that it takes longer to arrive and is hopefully worth the wait. The third is like Dessert - sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't. (Dessert has required a 3+ hour session since my mid-30s.) So, in the last decade, my sexual position hasn't really changed. I much prefer to top than to bottom. YES, there is a limit to how many times I can top where there isn't a limit to how many times I can bottom. But there is WAY more prep involved in bottoming than there is in topping! (And let me shout out all those bottoms who are diligent about their prep!) So, under precise circumstances, I would consider bottoming. Otherwise, I'm quite content to top!

Before the availability of HIV cocktail of drugs and before PrEP, bareback bottoms were rare and at the baths most bottoms demanded condoms, and were militant about it. That was a great time to be a BB bottom because there were many horny guys eager to fuck and cream a raw hole. I took advantage of this and had many log-time tops who dropped by regularly. At the local sauna many guys knew I was willing to bottom bareback with no questions asked. But now, there are bottoms everywhere on PrEP or feeling safe that most cum will be undetectable.

This week I was at my favorite video store and took 4 loads within a two hour period. The fifth guy to fuck me was not huge probably 8 or 8.5. He said I was too sloppy and couldn’t cum. That was after only 4 breedings. I can only imagine how sloppy this bottom must be.

Apologies again, friends! This spring has gotten away from me completely, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and telling the tales of Paul and Blake and the friends they meet along their journey. I’ve been loving getting to read other stories on this sight and reading about others’ experiences in their POZ journey. Please always feel free to reach out and chat! I love hearing from people reading the story and also hearing more about what makes them tick. Hope you enjoy, and come back for more! I promise to return to the sex next chapter! Chapter Six: Showing Change Heading into the back of the shop was a shock — gone were the luxury appointments and subtle lighting. This room was huge! In the center was a tattooist station with medical grade lighting and gleaming equipment individually sealed in sterilized packs. Around the walls hung artistic photographs in neat black frames, each individually lighted showcasing piercings and tattoos. Apart from the light on each photo and the large surgical lighting over the tattoo station in the center, the room was dark. The floor was glossy and black, the walls painted black; even though the room was large it still somehow felt claustrophobic. “Right,” Aiden called to us, “who is up first?” While Aiden got situated on his chair, Blake nodded to me, “since Paul was the first, I think he needs to go up now. Chris, you’ll follow after.” Blake fixed me with a grin that I knew I would never forget — somehow both filled with lust and filled with love. Aiden pulled some crinkly examination paper over the large leather table and stared me down. “To get the package deal, you’re going to have to strip all the way down.” I hurriedly removed my clothes while Aiden set up a tray of ink, and a bunch of scary-looking surgical instruments. As I hopped up onto the bench, he looked at Blake and asked, “how far do you want to go? Does the boy get a say?” Blake looked at me and asked, “do you trust me?” We locked eyes and I simply responded, “absolutely.” Aiden grinned and told me to lay on my front. I settled in and was just starting to get comfortable when I felt Aiden grab my right foot with his gloved hand and bring it to a corner of the table. There was a quiet click as a padded cuff locked around my ankle and kept my leg from moving. Immediately the left leg followed with its own cuff and I felt exposed. My dick which had been hard since entering the shop and seeing Aiden for the first time began to leak between my abs and the table. Next came the sound of ripping tape as Aiden started spreading my glutes and exposing my hole to the air. I won’t lie, the warm breeze felt nice against my exposed flesh. Aiden began shuffling some metal implements around the back of the table. “Okay Paul, we are going to start with a piercing and a tattoo. I’m going to pierce you for a quiche first, then get started on the first tattoo.” First tattoo, I thought to myself. . . What did Blake have in store for me? As Aiden began to sterilize the flesh of my exposed taint he started to talk about piercing maintenance and how big he was going to go with the initial jewelry. “Nothing too large to start, but you’ll be able to stretch it with some piercing tapers in about six months. Now take in a deep breath when I say.” He gave the indication and I breathed in. A sharp pain struck me and I felt my balls immediately contract. There was a funny feeling of movement accompanied by the stinging sensation as the needle was loaded with jewelry and the jewelry was passed into my skin. In a moment, though, the whole experience was over. “We now move onto the hole tattoo. Blake, I believe you wanted him marked as toxic, correct?” I gave an involuntary shudder as Blake flashed me a grin and a thumbs up. Aiden started to apply the ink and I was lulled into a sense of calm as another man decided what was best for my now-diseased body. * * * * * Aiden worked through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon as we walked back to the car. I will admit that I was feeling sore all over. Because I have a future performing career, Blake didn’t want me to get any tattoos or piercings which might compromise my job prospects, but nevertheless gave me a full treatment. By the time my session was over I had gotten a quiche piercing, biohazard tattoo that you could see when you spread my cheeks, centering right on my hole, then was flipped over and given a Prince Albert piercing and had a beautifully detailed scorpion tattooed where my treasure trail had been, the tail extending down my dick to the stinger pointing right at my head. I had gotten two barbells placed in my nipples (which hurt like I couldn’t believe) and had my septum pierced. Because I didn’t want it to be visible, I was given a hidden metal bar to wear while it healed. Chris had a PA put on as well, but since Blake allowed Chris to make up his own mind about his mods, he opted for a biohazard tattoo on his pec over his heart. “It will always remind me that I will have this coursing through my veins forever,” he said when Aiden got to work. After we were all finished and getting cleaned up, Aiden turned to the three of us and said, “when you’re all healed up you need to come back. Each of my clients has fucked me or allowed me to fuck them.” Turning his back to us he explained, “each of these lines is from a person who I have modded, and they have all had sex with me.” Upon closer inspection I saw that the lines had different colors. Aiden told us, “the blue lines are from my topping jobs,” there were a smattering of blue lines on his back, “green lines are my bottoming experiences with a negative person,” there were maybe six or seven lines, “and the red are the poz loads I have taken so far.” The vast majority of the lines on his back were bright red. “You owe me a recharge, and I am honored to carry your strain, just as I hope you are honored by my work. I’ve taken over 1,200 loads in the last six years since I started this company, and I will continue to add marks to remember each of them until I die.” The experience left me insanely horny, but all options for relief were gone. I couldn’t even jerk off for a month while the PA healed, and Aiden said the anal tattoo should heal for 2-3 weeks before I started having sex again. Blake took this all in stride and said that he guessed I would just have to get used to opening my throat for him. I couldn’t wait to get more practical experience! Blake also treated himself to a fascinating mod while we were in Aiden’s shop, asking the artist to open the bottom of his dick head. The flesh now resembled an upside-down heart. As Aiden clamped the skin to stop the bleeding before cutting it open with a scalpel, Blake leaned over to me and said, “I want to give your tongue more access in there and maybe take one of your fingers inside the hole that infected you.” I could already tell that we were heading down the road to newer, exciting pastures.

I think as a bottom in general we are receptacles for junk. Lol. I have been sexually active since I was young. I was pozzed at 19. I was lucky to meet some very nice health health care providers early on that treat me without judgement. My primary physician is gay and may have a piggy side too. I ran into him at steamworks last year. On average I get an std a year. My Dr has always treated me with respect when I go in for treatment. Last month I was in and he said we will get this taken care of and get you back out having fun in no time. I thought that was funny. I have always been good about abstaining until I am cleared to get bred again though.

Around here, the joke is that the only difference between a gay man and a straight man is a weekend camping trip and a fifth of Jack. Lol

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."

Part 52 - The First Stage Of Bagging A Prince By morning Mateo was up and bustling around getting prepared for the day ahead, it was still early and he decided to go down to the household dining room to get a coffee and was pleased to see Hannes sat there dressed in his guards uniform ready for his shift. Mateo grabbed a coffee and went over to the table where he was sitting. Hannes looked up and produced a huge smile inviting him to sit down. They spent a while chatting and drinking, Hannes mesmerised by the Mexican and just loved hearing him talk. He would ask Mateo how to say things in Spanish so he could at least throw some words that Mateo would understand. Several other household staff came and sat with them that Mateo had met on a few occasions, they were also showing a keen interest in learning some of his language as well. Finally persuaded by them to hold some language lessons a few evenings a week before realising the time when Hannes took his leave to start guard duty. Mateo also took his leave collecting the pot of coffee for Alex and Max as well as the others. He couldn't deny his attraction to Hannes to growing stronger every time they spent in each others company. Early April with warmer weather the snow was finally gone. Hannes and Mateo had been on several dates and it was going well, they had become very close and had an understanding of each other, he was definitely looking forward to their date that evening where Hannes was going to cook dinner for him. Secretly Mateo knew tonight was the night as he had been invited to stay over with Hannes. By mid morning that Friday Artem and Mateo were going over the budgets and the trip to Madrid later that month in more detail. Tom was spending more time picking up guys at the bar where he first met Hannes, he was excited as this weekend Gareth would finally be arriving to take up his position and hoped that finally with all their glances and innuendos that something might happen now. Tom and Mateo were so close as friends now they were often mistaken as a couple as they spent so much time together. Hannes loved watching them when they all had dinner together several nights a week in the household dining room. Max kissed Alex and went on his way to his office in the palace whilst Alex was out on an official engagement. Friday was often busy with the governor premier attending the palace for his weekly meeting with the king to discuss state affairs. Today though the governor premier was lunching with the king, queen and dowager queen, their usual once a month luncheon to discuss unofficial things in a light hearted manner. Max finished off his audit of the artwork in the east wing of the royal residence, this afternoon he was starting on the west wing. He was sat there pondering and mustering up the courage and finally at 12.30pm he walked out of the office and strolled along to the where two footmen stood outside the sovereign's office. He had never done this before so was unsure what the correct protocol was. "I wish to speak with the king" Max said looking at each of the footmen in turn. "The king is in council with the governor premier" the footman on the left replied bowing his head. Suddenly both footmen bowed "Your majesty" they said as the dowager queen approached. "Are you alright Max?" she asked noticing he looked nervous. Max bowed "Yes your majesty. I wanted to catch the king and governor premier together" he replied. "Oh! the dowager queen replied then it hit her, "Oh right!" she added wondering if this was it. "Please inform the king" she said to the footmen and the one on the left bowed. He went went inside "Sir Maximilian Westwood-Lymm..." he heard the footman starting to say. He appeared without finishing his sentence holding the door open for Max "The king and governor will see you". Max walked inside "Your majesty" he said bowing. The dowager queen continued on her way smiling. "Max do come in" the king said waving him over. Steven stood "Sir" he said bowing his head, "How lovely to see you". "Governor premier" Max replied shaking his hand and smiling affectionately at him. "Sit, sit" the king said sitting down, "This is a surprise Max, what can I do for you?" he asked. Max took a breath "Your majesty, May I request permission to propose to Prince Alexander". Steven glanced at the king for a response "You have my blessing Max" the king replied immediately. The king looked to the governor premier "Council has pre-agreed should this union materialise". "Really?" the king asked partly shocked but not surprised knowing how keen Steven was on this relationship. Steven nodded "Yes your majesty. They believe it is a most suitable union" he replied. The king smiled and looked at Max "Well, when do you intend to propose?" he asked. "Ah!" Max replied looking between them, "Can I take Alex to Mauritius and do it there?" he replied. The king laughed and the governor looked at him "Yes Max" Steven replied, "If the king agrees". The king smiled "Of course you may Max" he agreed, "You know the protocols though". Max nodded "Protection officers" he said, "I want to take him after the state visit to Spain". The king nodded again "I suggest end of June for the marriage" he added more of a command than suggestion. "Yes your majesty" Max replied laughing, "June it is then". "Splendid. I know the queen and dowager queen will be thrilled" the kind said. Max knew his time was up and stood bowing "Apologies for interrupting your majesty". "Just one thing Max" Steven intervened, "Do you like tennis?" he asked and the king laughed. Max nodded "Yes, I like to play when I have time" he replied standing there. "Good. Have you heard of the Monrovian Tennis Affiliation Club?" Steven asked. "No I don't think so" Max replied curiously. "I err... Purt you forward to be their new chairman and reinvigorate the club" Steven informed him. Max thought for a moment "Reinvigorate it how?" he now asked. "Make the championship international, bring sponsorship, prize funds" Steven suggested. "Right" Max said thinking, "You mean like the Paris open or Wimbledon?" he asked. Steven nodded "Exactly, but better. Put it on the map so to say" he said seeing Max was already in to the idea. "Okay" Max replied, "I like a challenge" he said, "Your majesty" Max bowed. Max left the room "I will convene the royal chamber council to discuss" Steven said quietly. "Good" the king replied, "I wish to invoke Sovereign Statute 10.5 with no amendments". Steven nodded "Most unusual situation we are in, it may take a while to pass" he replied. The king smiled "They won't have a leg to stand on so to say" he said confidently. "In what way your majesty?" Steven asked looking at him. He smiled again "Read the statute carefully. It is open in interpretation and non specific". Steven laughed "And is Max aware that is what is proposed?" he asked going serious again. The king was silent for a moment "I take that as a no then your majesty" he added smiling. The king shrugged "I have every confidence in the council and they will agree". "You mean who ever does not agree I should replace them" Steven said sitting back smiling. The king tutted "I never said that. But some of them have been around way too long. Maybe reinvigorate it" he laughed. The governor laughed loudly "If it was anyone else I would argue the case, but I stand by you" he replied. The king chuckled "Max might push back but I know the dowager queen can talk him around if needed". Max stood in the ornate corridor of the palace, it was all happening so fast now. He desperately wanted to speak to Artem but he was on the official engagement with Alex, his job to keep things on track and ensure the prince was where he was suppose to be at the right time. He needed to check the diary to make sure that after the Spanish state visit they could slip away for a couple of weeks. Max pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and called Franco asking where he was, he hung up then walked towards the household part of the palace and wandered into the dining room to find Franco. His appearance was quite common yet it still embarrassed him when they all stood and nodded their heads at his arrival before sitting down again, no matter what he only saw himself as Max who felt awkward every time it happened. "What is the matter?" Franco asked after Max ordered some soup. "Nothing" Max replied, "We need to go shopping" he said. Franco sat back in his chair "What for?" he asked looking at Max. "You know" Max said trying to be very discreet staring intently at Franco. "Oh right!" Franco said quietly and smiled, "Eat your lunch then we can go". Max nodded "Not a word to anyone though" he stressed making sure Franco understood. "Max it goes without saying" Franco replied watching him , "Eat!" he said again. They set off just after 2pm knowing they had to be back by 5pm when Alex was scheduled to return to the palace. It didn't take long and as they were out they decided to swing past Josh's boutique to have coffee with him. The thought did cross Max's mind what he was going to wear on the day and he walked around looking at some the dress suits Josh was working on. He had already decided that he wanted Josh to make his suit for the day. Mateo left he palace at ten minutes to seven and walked along the path towards Sovereign Row. Knocking on the door Hannes opened it inviting him inside. The kissed briefly before he handed Mateo a bottle of wine for him to undo and pour whilst Hannes finished off dinner. It was certainly a different evening for Mateo, civilised and full of conversation it flowed by so quickly. Most of the time he was sat there semi erect just looking at Hannes and listening to him. They took their wine in to the lounge listening to some music whilst they continued chatting away until there was a pause. Hannes put his glass down "It has been along time since someone caught my attention". Mateo smirked "Tom not get your attention?" he asked watching Hannes chuckle. "Yes" Hannes replied, "But certainly not in the way you have. Like when you bumped in to me". Mateo looked shocked "No senor. You run and bang into me!" he replied then laughed. Hannes took his hand "How would you feel about dating me properly now. Be my boyfriend?" he asked. "I like very much" Mateo replied instantly, "I want to be your boyfriend" he added. Hannes took his glass and placed it by his then leaned over and kissed him softly. Mateo's body heaved in sexual excitement. Palpitations thumping through his chest and body, the Latin lover inside of him beginning to release in a desire for Hannes. He stood and held his hand out to Mateo, pulling him up gently they held hands and walked through the lounge then up the stairs and into the bedroom. Mateo took charge initially by pulling Hannes round and kissing him, his hand slipping down feeling his arse. Hannes giggled in the middle of their kiss but the arousal soon took over and he enjoyed the way Mateo was feeling him all over. Going against his nature of wanting to be top, he was happy to let Mateo take control. His reasoning was to see what he was dealing with having heard Tom talk about how passionate Mateo could be. Neither of them felt uncomfortable or nervous, they both wanted this now they were closer after their several dates. Hannes allowed himself to be coaxed on to the bed, slowly and seductively Mateo began removing his clothes and kissing every part of his body that got exposed. Laying their naked Hannes pulled Mateo on the bed and followed on by undressing him and applying the same soft tender kisses. He loved hearing him gasp quickly and softly as he landed each kiss. Mateo leaned up and kissed him and at the same time manoeuvring him on to his stomach. He kissed along his back up towards his neck, the muscles in his body tensing every time Mateo found a spot that Hannes reacted to, he was exploring and seeking out any weak spots in his new boyfriend. Hannes felt his warm breath and lips caressing at his neck, he raised his head turning it slightly about to speak only to be met by Mateo's lips rubbing against his until they parted and kissed. The longer they kissed the harder Mateo ground his hips against his arse. He could feel the excitement and arousal between Mateo's legs rubbing purposefully against him. Hannes couldn't tell what was happening, all he could fathom out was that this Latino lover had subdued him seamlessly in to a submissive desperate state, he was loving every second of it! He knew what was coming and bit down hard on the pillow under him feeling his cock working towards his hole. Mateo kissed the back of his neck and pushed down gently feeling the resistance and tightness of his arse, his precum moistening the lips allowing the head of his cock to slowly prise open his lover. He could feel Hannes tense up and moan in to the pillow before relaxing, taking his time Mateo was in no rush with him and he slowly eased his cock inside little by little. Hannes wriggled his hand finding Mateo's thigh he stroked it lightly, running his fingers along the buttocks. A long slow journey being explored between them until Hannes raised his head feeling the pubic hair against his hole. He felt no pain just a lust and desire for Mateo, locked together and sinking deeper in to a sexual connection. Mateo grimacing as he attempted to hold off from ejaculating, his desire was palpable and he closed his eyes trying to calm his body down. He rested on top of Hannes kissing him delicately on the neck until their eyes locked on to each other forging the sexual connection and affection they clearly held towards each other. His hips slowly and reassuringly began to move in deep caressing strokes, he was in no rush yet the eyes looking back at him showed a seductive adoration. Their warm bodies riding against each other as the minutes passed by, the pants and sensual moans floated softly around the bedroom. Without even needing to speed up or hit home harder Mateo naturally pushed his hips down against Hannes's arse, he moaned loudly grabbing Hannes's hands. He reacted pushing his arse up to meet Mateo's orgasm and turning his head. Mateo kissed him quickly, their lips touching and he let out a moan then kissed Hannes deep and thrusted his hips down harder releasing his seed quick pulsing successions. Hannes half closed his eyes gasping at the sheer power of his thrust and how he could maintain and hold the depth of his penetration reaching the peak of his orgasm, he felt every single contraction that raged from Mateo's cock. His hands moved from clasping to entwinning with Hannes's holding on to him, they kissed and it lasted longer than ever. Unable and not wanting to move Hannes had the most weirdly erotic feeling that seemed to float through his body touching every nerve in such a delicate way that had him trying to process everything that felt new and rejuvenating his soul. Mateo under no illusion that he would now be expected to play bottom carefully extracted his cock and kissed down the length of his back whilst doing so. Hannes kneeled up and they locked eyes on each other, he pulled Mateo closer and kissing him, slowly he began to coerce Mateo to turn around then gently encouraged him to lay on his stomach. He gasped and moaned wildly in an unexpected rush as Hannes assaulted his arse with his tongue. Licking over and over on his hole, prodding and wetting it. The last run of his tongue along his hole and over to his lower backed signified he was ready to engage him in sex. The sweetness of his kisses, the odd nip on his back that got higher and higher as Hannes worked up towards his neck kissing each tattoo the turned him wildly on. He sighed lovingly resting his head back on the bed at the first sign of his cock making contact with his arse. Sweeping gestures like a warning he was on his way excited Mateo, the head finally making contact with his hole, his body leaned forward angling his cock so it pointed downwards against his sweet Latino's hole. In all his patience at wanting to get at Mateo he never once saw the tattoos and only now as he was poised did he look at the randomness of them on his arms. Hannes shook his head and growled causing Mateo to chuckled and look back and up at him. their eyes fixing on each other again he pushed gently watching the expressions on Mateo's face change. First in surprise, then bewilderment and finally sexual greed that timed with him pushing his arse up abruptly. He let out a cry with an open mouthed smile on his face. Hannes slipped it in deeper, slowly but in one steady movement until he could go no further. His body lowered and slipping his arms under Mateo's body to hold him they kissed longingly for each other. He lacked control unlike Mateo and his thrusting automatically went from zero to ten in a few seconds, rapid bursts of energy expelling from his body straight down and into Mateo. And now he found he was desperate for Hannes to fuck him, his arse pushing up meeting each thrust that was rapidly being produced. Mateo moaned several time lifting his head off the bed, his body trapped in the arms of him only added to the sexual anticipation. He was not disappointed, Hannes knew how to deliver and satisfy a man, his head pressed against his own like Hannes had and needed to be closer to him. Managing to turn his head he got what he wanted finding Hannes's mouth, a gentle kiss then Mateo thrusted his tongue in angrily devouring the inside of his mouth. His hand grabbed hold of Hannes's by the neck keeping him in the kiss. Hannes moaned loudly and started pumping so fast that he shot his load, without even stopping during his ejaculation he continued fucking him. His arms closed in tighter around Mateo furiously fucking away, partly he was trying to see how much Mateo could take. Finally he broke away from the kiss and laughed dead weighting the Mexican under him. Mateo laughed realising that Hannes was testing his ability to take cock, without speaking a word panting heavily and giggling away to themselves. Hannes rolled over on to his back breathing heavily and smiling. Mateo leaned up on his elbows and looked at him. He turned to look at him and they both laughed and had a quick kiss. Mateo laid back down on his stomach facing Hannes "That was good" Mateo said sighing contently. He ran a finger over Mateo's back "It was amazing and awesome Mateo" he replied. Mateo ran finger over his lips lovingly "We dating properly then?" he asked. Hannes nodded "Definitely!" he exclaimed softly leaning closer and kissing him, "You staying?". "If you like me to" Mateo replied smiling. Hannes rolled on to his side and pulled Mateo up against him brining Mateo with him. After laying in this position caressing each other with tender fingers movements for some time, Hannes leaned over and turned the lamp off pulling the duvet up and wrapped his arms around Mateo. There was a comfortless that Mateo had never experienced before, he was sure he could feel that his heart was full of love for him. The warmth of their bodies touching soon had them both falling fast asleep. Tom yawned loudly looking over the grounds from his bedroom window, just within sight was the house in Sovereign Row and the protection officers car that Gareth was stepping out of. Unloading several large suitcases these were the last of his things as Gareth had now said good bye to his life in London. Max came out of the house to help carry in another case with Franco's help. Gareth looked around having that feeling he was being watched. His eyes drawn to the palaces west wing and figured it must be Alex waiting for his arrival meaning the return of Max back from the airport. Alex stood at the door watching Tom before walking in "Are you happy he is here?" he asked. Tom jumped and turned his head then smiled "Maybe" he said quietly turning back to watch. Alex joined him "He tried it on with me. So many times" he said putting his hand on his shoulder. Tom chuckled "And did you?" he asked looking curiously at him. "No, not even close. When I met him I met Max and only had eyes for him" Alex said dreamily. "And you found true love in him" Tom said finishing his sentence. "Yes, I knew then he was the one for me" Alex said smiling, "Maybe Gareth floats your boat". Tom glanced and shrugged "Who knows Alex" he replied, "Want to fuck when you man gets back?". Alex moved his hand down over Tom's arse squeezing it "Dam right!" he said grinning. "You are a right Royal tart!" Tom said smirking. Alex laughed "You never complain though when you get me under you" he remarked. Tom sneaked a kiss with Alex "Shall I get Max some food?" he asked. "I don't know. Text him and ask" Alex replied, "I am not doing your job for you!" he laughed. "Err..." Tom said wagging a finger, "It is Mateo's job, I am standing in for him remember". Alex nodded putting his arm around him "You upset about it?" he asked. Tom shrugged "A bit of me is" he replied looking out the window, "The age gap held me back". "Age is but a number Tom. If you love someone it should never play a material part" Alex said. "Everyone is getting hitched, I lost Nick and now Hannes to Mateo" Tom said sadly. "Ah Nick!" Alex cooed lovingly, "Man! Did he know who to make your eyes water" he laughed. Tom nodded "Yeah, amazing body as well" he said, "Marty could do that as well" he added. Alex laughed "He only had to speak and I trembled at the knees" he said causing Tom to laugh. "You never know though, Hannes and Mateo might not be closed off" Alex said giving Tom hope. "Like you and Max?" Tom asked and Alex nodded, "I tell you Hannes is a kinky guy" he added. "Oh!" Alex said looking surprised, "Come on in the suite and have a drink and tell me about it". Tom laughed and followed Alex, he had never divulged what went on between Hannes and him behind the bedroom door, not even to Mateo. He wondered now if Mateo was restrained to the bed then chuckled to himself, he was sure that Mateo would have Hannes restrained, after all he was no push over when it came to sex. By the time Max returned with Franco the found Alex laying on one sofa and Tom on the other laughing. Franco bowed and excused himself leaving the three of them alone. Tom looked up waving his hand "I forgot to text if you wanted any food" he said smiling. Max took his jumper off "I don't want anything to eat. Well apart from you both that is!". "Is he all settled in?" Alex asked without moving and pointing to his lips. Max walked over and kissed him "Yes and he is coming to movie night next week". "Good" Alex said moaning softly as Max worked his hands inside Alex's underwear. "Sex party more like!" Tom remarked, "As Marty will be there for his monthly sex with you both". Alex turned his head looking at Tom "You are no angel baby, bed hopping room to room" he said laughing. Tom chuckled "Tell me do they all bow and say thank you your royal highness afterwards?" he asked. Alex scoffed "Certainly not, they leave out the royal bit" he replied then burst out laughing. Max stood there with his hands on his hips "So who am I getting first?" he asked. They both jumped up off the sofas and dragged Max in to the bedroom who made feeble protests until the door was closed then he picked Alex up dropping him on the bed 'Wait your turn. Your highness' he said making Alex laugh, Max was about to go and free Tom of his clothes but when he turned around he was standing there naked with his cock pointing straight towards him. Tom laughed then pushed Max on the bed jumping him and kissing him madly whilst his other hand reached over undressing Alex who was in fits of laughter. Clothing flew in the air landing on the floor all around the bed, in his excitement Alex made the mistake of rolling over on his stomach to kiss Max and Tom advantage. He pounced on top of Alex and began nudging his cock inside, Alex moaned and tried lifting his head but Max held on and forced him to keep kissing him as Tom finally penetrated deep and began fucking him slowly at first. Alex and Max had learnt that Tom never took long to orgasm, especially with them, he loved their random sporadic hook ups like this. They were in essence his two biggest guilty pleasures in life having grown so close to them over the past months since that night in LA. He was never quiet when he was about to shoot and sure enough within five minutes he body tensed, hips thrusted down hard releasing his load deep inside Alex. Almost ritual like Max knew he was next before they got their turn on him. Slipping out of Alex he was still rock hard and moved over twisting Max on to his stomach. Bracing himself Max giggled and moaned loudly feeling his cock opening his hole and penetrating him. The hand pushing his head down against the mattress to quieten him down, learning from experience that Max could be howler when he was full on fucking him. Alex rolled on to his side watching, he loved being able to see Tom's young body in action and thankful he got it first tonight since Tom usually hung off a bit longer on whoever went second. It was a good fifteen minutes before Tom's body tensed up again then collapsing on top of Max grinding his cock deep inside releasing his second load. Alex commenting that it was a record he held on so long. Whilst Tom was still inside Max allowing his orgasm to subside Alex sneakily moved and laid on top of him crushing Max under them both. Somewhere down below Max was in fits of giggles getting an accidental second fuck from Tom whilst Alex fucked him. Halfway through Tom moaned and Max could feel is cock pulsing again, Alex had started fucking Tom harder which brought him over the edge shooting another load in Max. His actions of clenching his arse as he hit orgasm pulled on Alex's cock that brought him to orgasm shooting inside Tom them collapsing on top. The three of them then burst out laughing as they disentangled themselves from each other. Tom laid in the middle with his arms around both Alex and Max taking it in turn kissing them both. Alex yawned loudly and sat back watching Max fuck Tom. Hardly able to keep his eyes open Alex drifted off as soon as Max was done. They both looked over at Alex and giggled but allowed him to sleep since he had been in official engagements all day. Instead they kissed and fondled each other for a while then Max moved over and cuddled up next to Alex with Tom spooning him from behind.

Trevor's need-filled guttural moans and pantings filled the room as he straddled Daddy Mason's thighs and lowered his red puffy still-hungry pig hole inch by thick black inch downward, now just a couple inches from having the black rod balls-deep in his cum and piss flooded boihole. The parTyed up hole he had finally readily surrendered to Daddy Mason (along with his mind and soul) willing to do whatever he had to so that he could belong to his Black Master and feel his dick and cum inside him every damn day from now on. Knowingly, hungrily, almost hellishly now realizing THIS is what he'd always wanted and needed even though it was buried too deep in his mind for him to know. But he knew now and he was about to take his first known unmedicated POZ load of cum inside his torn stretched abused sub pig bottom boihole. He had multiple loads in his boicunt already from Leather Daddy and me since Friday night, but he still didn't know about us. As far as his meth-filled mind knew he was going to take his first ever dirty load of cum when he'd feel Daddy Mason's massive explosion of thick unmedicated chemfilled POZ cum shooting deep and thick into his greedy guts. And his constant moans and beggings made it excitingly obvious that he couldn't wait. He had totally surrendered and let go of all resistance. A loud moan of demonic pleasure came from Daddy Mason and Trevor at the same time as they both felt Trevor's wet sloppy hole take the last 2 inches of the huge fat black pole he now belonged to. “Fuck yeah my fucking dirty little white pig whore! You got all of Daddy Mason's long raw cock up inside your guts. Is it what you want boy?”, Daddy Mason asked. As Trevor began already moving upward on the shaft he was impaled on to fuck himself with it, he looked into Daddy Mason's sweat soaked dark eyed face and answered, “It's part of what I want SIR. But you know there's something more I want too.” Daddy Mason ran his hands up Trevor's hairy sweat drenched abs and pecs and asked in a hoarse seductive voice, “Yeah, slut? What else is it you're wanting?” Trevor arched his back and leaned his head back a bit as his black god twisted his nips. “I want my Daddy Sir's POZ cum shooting into his pig boi's raw unprotected hole. I need my Black Master to bury your dark hellish POZ babies as deep as you can Sir and make me pregnant with your unholy seed. Please SIR! Corrupt me with your life changing dna and make me fucking POZ like my Black Daddy is!!” “Fuck yeah bitch!”, Daddy Mason growled. “That's what you're gonna get the rest of the day boy from your Master.” He paused and glanced over at me and Leather Daddy on the couch next to him as I was deepthroating Leather Daddy while he was fingering more t into my own hungry hole. “And”, Daddy Mason continued looking into Trevor's soulless eyes, “if you want even more POZ cum dumped inside you, I'm sure your Leather Daddy and pig bro will be glad to add theirs to what your Daddy gives you”, he finished with a dick hardening evil grin on his handsome face. It took Trevor a moment to say anything or even look at us as he continued fucking himself up and down on the black rod inside him. Then he turned to look at us making eye contact for a moment before an undeniably decadent twis ted grin covered his face. He looked back at Daddy Mason, a new excitement obviously beginning to build in him. “You mean they...they're like you Sir? They're POZ too?” Before Daddy Mason could answer Leather Daddy did. “That's fucking right slut. We're both POZ and unmedicated just like Daddy Mason. Our foul seed is already part of you since I first fucked your virgin ass Friday night.” “Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!” Trevor cried out. “Oh damn dudes that is so wickedly wrong and fucked up and fucking hot as hell!” He began bouncing up and down faster on Daddy Mason's throbbing meat. “I'm gonna be filled up with who knows how much cum from all three of you today! Hell fucking YEAH!! Give me your first nasty load Daddy Mason! Please! Mix yours with theirs and let's keep going!” Daddy Mason laughed lustily and slapped Trevor's hairy asscheek. “That's the fucking plan pig. My special fuck pig boy.” And with that he started fucking up into Trevor's welcoming ass. “Just one thing baby”, Leather Daddy said loud enough to be heard over the noise of skin slapping against skin. “It's not just us three. There's still more fun to cum.” Just then the doorbell rang and Leather Daddy smiled as he got up and said to all of us, “And I think it's just now arrived.” (more to come)

15. “How do you feel,” Mike asked after the men had gone. He stood stretching and cracking his back. I felt exhausted and used, still resting most of my weight on the back of the couch. “Amazing,” I replied. I made to get up but Mike stopped me saying, “Hold on, bend back over. I wanna see that hole.” I lent back forward and Mike moved behind me. He bent down, got eye level with my ass. “God, your fucking hole is wrecked. You’ve turned this into a real cunt in like three days.” He slid a finger along my hole, and I pressed back making my hole open a little more for him. “Fucking beautiful.” “Thank you.” “Do you have another top lined up yet?” “No, it was just those two so far.” “Ok, stay right there.” He went into his room while I stayed bent over the arm of the couch. He came back a few moments later, a long silvery orange dildo in his hand. It was almost 18 inches long, tiny at the tip but like a large faired plug at the bottom. It already shone with lube. He lined the slithery toy up with my hole and fed its length slowly inside my guts. It twisted and wiggled its way right past my second hole till the full length was almost inside me; and then pop, the base locked into my battered hole. I was wildly full, and found that I was panting a little. “Oh fuck Matt,” I said a little breathlessly, “I feel so stuffed. Jesus. This is perfect.” “I love that toy. After my first week locked I slept with it in for almost a month. Kept me ready for cocks at any moment. My hole would feel open and stretched all day even when I didn’t have it in.” “That sounds so hot, do you mind if I…” “That’s why its in your cunt boy. You’re going to sleep with it in your hole from now on, I may even send you to work with it in your hole. I bet your boss will love finding that inside you the next time he fucks you.” “Oh yes please.” “I’m going to meet a friend for a drink… you should probably rest your pussy. Three days of raw cock, plus sleeping pluged will wear a cunt out and you don’t want to have to stop getting fucked do you?” “God no.” He kissed me deeply, and then went to get dressed. I laid down in my room, naked except for the cage and tugged on the toy locked deep inside me. I groaned. I head Matt leave, and lost myself in the feeling of fullness. Slowly, I drifted off into another fitful sleep. The next morning I showered and got ready for work. I thought about leaving the plug at hole but after slicking it with lube again and riding it a few times I decided I didn’t want to give up the feeling of fullness. I pushed it back into my hole and put on a pair of very tight white briefs to help hold it in. The vibrations of the subway train through the plug were almost too much for me, and by the time I got to work I was so worked up that a cool sweat was running down my back. I groaned a little when I say down in my desk chair and felt the plug push just a little bit further into my guts. I’d been at my desk for maybe ten minutes when and email came through from my boss. “Please come to my office when you can – Steve.” My hole twitched thinking about Steve’s big raw cock siding inside me again. I wasted no time, and rushed as fast as I could without dropping the plug out of my hole, to my boss’s office. The cute male secretary who normally sat in front of his office was gone, and the shades were drawn behind the windows. I knocked on the office door, and it was quickly opened by Steve. He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting button down that I now knew covered his stunning muscled furry body, and gray trousers that at this moment barely hid his bulge. “Oh good! You’re here.” He said with a broad grin, “come in.” He stepped back and let me in the office. I was, to say the least, surprised by what I found on the other side of the door. Sitting on the couch opposite Steve’s desk was his secretary Blake. Which, was not in itself shocking, what was shocking was that Brian was completely naked, sporting a hard 9 inch cock. He looked at me, a wicked light in his bright eyes, and winked. “Let me explain a little,” Steve said, closing the office door, “Blake and I have been fooling around for quite some time, and this morning I was telling Blake here about good your cunt felt yesterday and how desperate you were for loads now that you’re locked.” “And we decided maybe you would enjoy a little early morning breeding session to get the day going,” Blake finished for him, getting up and stroking his rock hard dick. “Like I told Steve yesterday,” I stepped closer to Blake and got on my knees. “My hole is his, whenever he wants it.” I grabbed Blake’s cock, and pulled him closer, “And yours too.” “Now, before you start swallowing Blake, strip.” “Yes, Sir.” I stood up and facing Blake and Steve stripped off. I dropped my clothes behind me onto the couch, being careful to keep the plug in my hole hidden from them, I wanted it to be a surprise. “You look good as a caged up sub,” Blake said. “Thank you. I feel good.” “Now can he such my cock?” “Yes, now he can suck your cock.” I dropped back to my knees, and gobbled down Blakes cock. The salt of his pre cum hit my tongue, and instantly I arched my back, my body responding somewhat out of instinct. It felt good, having this fat cock slide into my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, making sure that I gave this man the best blow job I could. As I swallowed Blake, Steve moved behind me, and then I heard a low whistle. “You’re plugged today too.” “Yes Sir,” I responded, letting Blake’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to respond. “You get more and more slutty every day. Let’s get this plug out though so I can use your cunt.” Steven started to pull on the plug, and I arched my back more to give him better access to my hole. I felt my ass lips being pulled out with the wide base of the long snake like toy until finally they released and the whole thing came slithering out. “Jesus fuck,” Steve said, “This thing is huge, and your cunt is so fucking open…” I heard him get up and undress quickly, then he was back at my hole, “we may get no work done today playing in this cunt.” “Fine by me,” Blake said, his hands were now twisted in my hair holding my face in place as he fucked my face.

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I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

Noon It was a nice day at school, around noon and during our break between classes and Jessica was walking towards me. Jessica and I met in our junior year of high school and she immediately fell for my bad boy vibe. Our first date was at the movie theatre and I pulled the old movie theatre arm behind the girl trick because bitches love corny shit like that. And that shit actually paid off because I fucked her right outside of her house when I dropped her off that night. And now we've been together for a year. We were even voted cutest couple this year, no surprise there. I'm this barely legal, unobtainable bad boy that all of the girls want to fuck and love to fuck, and most of them do. I also stand at 5'10" and weigh a nice 160 Ibs. and I've been told I have a boy next door look, although that's far from my reputation. So stands to reason that Jessica isn't my only honey, just my main honey. She just doesn't like having sex as much as I do and when she does, it's usually over fast. So yeah, there's other girls that I fuck occasionally. Like Anna. Anna is this dirty little slut that texts me every other day craving my dick. Of course I don't always give it to her when she wants. Anna's my bitch, not the other way around. But I do dish it out to her when I'm craving that extra bit of sexual submission. Anna loves being treated like a bitch, and I love fucking her like one. The same goes for Leann, Jalyn, Hannah, Erica, Madison, Cara and Susannah, give or take a couple. "Hey Andy! I know it was your 18th birthday yesterday and I'm really sorry that I missed it but I'd love to make it up to you." "Yeah girl? How you plan on doing that?" "Just meet me at 118 Bennevue Place around 6 tonight." The bell rang. "Girl, what'd you say?" "My cousin's letting me housesit for her while she's on vacation! Just be there tonight for a stimulating surprise honey!" With a wink, a kiss and a sexual tongue movement, she turned and ran to her next period. Damn, stimulating surprise, the tongue, that can only be one thing. Sex. This is it, I'm gonna treat Jessica like a bitch tonight. And if that's not her surprise, I'm gonna fuck her like one anyway. I'll take her back to my place and fuck her right in the car however the fuck I want and then take her inside and plow her again. After tonight, she's gonna wanna fuck me so much I won't need any of those other girls again. Yeah, that's the plan. Show her how to submit to your masculinity. You can always tell when a slut's a slut. And that wink proved it. I can't believe I haven't noticed it before. I was always too caught up in her apparent prudeness to realize that she just needs to know how it feels just once to figure out it's what she's been missing. Suddenly, these next 6 hours feel so far away. 3:30 New text from Jessica. "Can't wait to see you tonight, babe! I just gotta finish up here with Hannah and then go home and freshen up. Can't wait to give you an 18th birthday to remember!! XOXO" Fuck! She was with Hannah. Hannah knows that Jessica and I have been together for a year but that hasn't stopped her from getting her pussy pounded by me every few weeks. Hannah is even more sexual than Anna is. When I fuck Hannah, sometimes she want me to tie her up first and just slam into her as deep as I can. And if I can say one thing, it's that I'm damn proud of my 8 inch uncut cock. And when I'm fucking Hannah, she just groans out and cries in moans of ecstasy and you can tell she just loves the feeling of being taken by a man. Sometimes she asks me to slap her a little bit and being a gentleman, I do what I'm asked. Never hard though, never enough to leave a mark, just enough to get her to scream out my name. And just last week, she asked me to fuck her in the ass. I've never fucked a girl in the ass before but from the stories I've heard it would be the tightest thing I could fuck and feel so good. So I went for it. I put that bitch on her knees and fucked her for half an hour in the ass, all while she was screaming for more. Yeah, there was no way she was telling Jessica anything, she had just as much to lose as I do. But damn, now thinking of that assfucking I gave Hannah, these next couple hours can't come sooner. Just edge myself in the meantime. 6:02 Late! Always late, but two minutes isn't so bad. Hell, better than most days! GPS says I have about another minute til I reach 118 Bennevue Place. Fuck I'm so horny. Gonna fuck her in her cousin's house, probably right on the couch. Won't even make it to the bedroom before I get put that bitch to work. Finally here! I'm not even gonna knock, just gonna walk right in and show her that I'm the kind of man who takes what I want. "I'm here bitch! Ready to fuck you raw!" Shit, why'd I say raw, I don't wanna not use a condom. I just meant good and long until I can't take it anymore. Too late, already here guns blazing. I walked deeper into the house and found the lounge. There were four guys playing poker on the couch, cards set up on the table. They just looked at me in awe and surprise. Well damn, that's embarrassing. New text from Jessica: "SO SO SO SORRY BABE!! This project is taking longer than I expected. Same time, same place tomorrow? Sorry again, XO" Dammit! Now I'm standing here with four guys looking at me, horny and now angry as fuck that I'm not getting laid tonight. Might as well explain myself to these men. "I apologize for that crudeness. I must've typed the wrong address on my GPS. Unless this is 118 Bennevue Place?" "Why yes it is, there's also a Bendview Place though on the other edge of town. Very common mistake. Most people just knock on the door when they make it though, not announce to the room what's about to happen. I'm Dan." Dan looked like he was in his late-30s, slightly overweight but in a masculine way. The other three guys also looked like they were around the same age, but one was more in shape than the others. "You seem to have caught our card night. Right now we're playing blackjack, would you like to join?" The more in shape one said to me, "My name is Clark." "Ahh uh-- sure. My girlfriend just called off anyway and blackjack is my favorite card game. I'm Andy." And it gave me some time to cool down before I went home and called up Madison to see if she were up to getting her ass owned tonight. "Great! This here is Joe and Derek." And Clark motioned towards the other two men sitting around the table. "Here, I'll deal the next round. So, what was going on tonight that brought you here?" 6:28 And while we played a couple rounds, I told them about Jessica and how we were supposed to meet up at the address at 6 for a good birthday treat and how she stood me up last minute. "Sounds like you're pretty bummed about all of that. You seemed so excited before you read that text. You hitting or passing?" "Hit. You mean when I came in screaming about fucking her raw?" I laughed, "Yeah, that was supposed to be the plan. But now I'm here playing cards with the four of you and thinking about which bitch I'm gonna call and fuck later on tonight. Damn, I busted." "Oh, sounds like you have quite the night ahead of you. Dan, hit or pass?" Clark said. "Definitely hitting.. Yeah, I'm sure I can speak for all of us when I say we understand what you mean," said Dan, "our night kind of turned out the same as yours." And Dan gave him a peculiar look. "Yeah! 21 bitches!" "Oh yeah, you mean to tell me you showed up to this house expecting to get laid and ended up playing blackjack? Come on, I doubt it." They all just exchanged a look and shrugged. "Yeah, something like that." said both Clark and Derek simultanuously. "Well come on then, spill!" Dan started telling me how their night started while Clark was dealing to Joe and Derek. "We were actually waiting around for an escort about an hour ago and then we were called up and told that it'd be a no-show. So we decided to make a night of it instead, and here we are, cards." "No way, an escort!? There's services like that around here!? Damn, I might need to take down that number, even though I do happen to get plenty of free pussy. I'll just take it for emergencies, can you give it to me?" "Oh certainly," Dan said, "you ready? 818-555-7622. You can call anytime, but they only have a few employees so you have to make an appointment." Joe ended the round with 20, Derek busted and Clark also got a 21 and tied with Dan. Then he set the cards down instead of shuffling and started talking. "So let me get this straight? You have a girlfriend that you were going to see tonight and fuck, but since she's not coming, you're gonna call up a different girl or an escort to do it with instead?" "Well yeah, Jessica is great and all, but she doesn't have the same sex drive as me and sometimes I just need to bust a nut all over a bitch's face. And she never lets me do that, these other girls though. Man, they all love being treated like a bitch and being taken by a man. You can see it in their eyes, all it takes is a certain look and you can tell how dirty of a slut they are." "And you think you're a man?" Derek said, "And that you can really know how to give it to a girl?" "Hell fucking yeah, I leave those girls craving my dick in their pussy. They call me up for days after, begging sometimes, I fucking love it. Which reminds me, it's already almost 7, I gotta get going and figure out which lady's getting the lovin' tonight." And when I picked up my phone and stood up, all four of them also stood up and Dan quickly walked out of the room. Clark and Derek were motioning towards me and Clark started to talk to me. "You're a little disrespectful punk, ain't you boy?" And just like that, the whole vibe in the room changed swiftly and dramatically. "No, what he is is a little disrespectful bitch!" Dan walked back into the room with a bag, "I grabbed the goodies." He set the bag on the table. "What the hell's going on?" I was getting both nervous and scared, but I was also sure as hell not going to let whatever the hell they were thinking happen. "Stop whatever the hell it is your doing?" "We're just gonna give you a good time. I could see it in your eyes Andy, I know you wanna be treated like a little bitch. Look at you, getting squirmy, no need to be nervous Andy, you're gonna get what you want tonight," said Derek. And he grabbed my arm as Joe grabbed the other one. "We're gonna totally give you what you want. On your knees!" "Fuck this, no way!" And they pushed me onto my knees as Dan was unzipping his pants. I can't believe this. Four guys, I have no chance getting out of their hold. And Dan's unzipping his pan-FUCK! Dan had his 7 inch cut cock out and was walking towards me. Clark was off to the side taking his clothes off too, but when he whipped his out, it was a whopping 9 inches thick uncut. "Come on, be a good boy, take my cock." Joe and Derek were still holding me to my knees and Dan was now rubbing his cock around my face. "Fuck this, I'm straight man! I don't want to suck your dick!" I was struggling for freedom when Clark grabbed my face and made me look at him. "It doesn't matter if you're straight boy. You're gonna be a bitch tonight, you're gonna be our bitch. And you aren't going to be leaving until you realize that you were born to be one." And he held my nose until I gasped for breath and pushed me down onto Dan's dick. It hit the back of my throat and I was choking on it when Clark pulled me off of it. "See, that's it little bitch. Ram that fucking cock down your throat. You like that?" "Fuck no!" And he rammed my face onto Dan's cock again, and this time pulled my head back and forth so that I was getting face fucked. Each time Dan's cock hit the back of my throat I choked on it for more air. "Stop! I don't wanna be doing this!" "What was that? You want another one? Joe, looks like you're up. And Dan took hold of me while Joe whipped out his 7 inch cut cock and pulled my head down to take all of his. His was easier to take than Dan's because Dan already opened my mouth up. But Joe fucked my face harder than Dan did, and I was completely humiliated. "I'm gonna bust my nut!" Joe screamed and I was suddenly so scared. It was horrifying enough that they were force fucking my mouth, adding cum to the mix didn't sound pleasant. "Not yet, there's still a long night ahead of us." said Derek and replaced Joe's cock with his 8 inch cut cock. "Please- no more. It's too big! I don't wanna be doing this! I'm not fucking gay! This is gay shit!" "Not fucking gay, eh? Let's see if we can change that." And Derek started pumping his cock even deeper in my mouth so that my eyes were watering and I could feel it slam down my throat with each thrust. "That's right bitch, choke on that cock! Come on, milk it!" "Fuck you!" I managed to say when he let me up for air. He slapped me and pulled my head down on his cock once more, which felt even deeper than before. "You hear that boys? He wants to fuck! Come on, let's show him how he treats those girls! Show him who the real bitch is! Let's fuck this disrespectful prat!" And then Dan emptied the bag onto the table. Condoms and lube fell all over the place and I was suddenly 100x more scared and nervous than before. They were going to fuck me. In my ass. Like I fucked Hannah. Shit! I started to groan out choking, but Clark chimed in. "I don't think we're gonna be needing that Dan," and a sudden relief came over me even though Derek was still pumping dick in and out of my mouth. "He came in here saying he was ready to fuck his girlfriend raw. I think we should only give him the honor." Fuck! "Good idea!" and Dan worked with Joe to put me on my knees. They pulled my jeans and my briefs off and Derek kept facefucking me while Dan got behind me and started to lick my ass. That was definitely new, no girl had ever eaten out my ass before. I even asked, all the pussy I was always eating and they never returned the favor. It felt so good, I actually let out a moan. "You hear that? He likes it. He likes his little boypussy being teased. You like that boy?" I let out another moan and Derek took this as a sign to fuck my mouth faster. And so while there was a dick forcefully being shoved down my throat, I still moaned because of the ass rimming. "Yeah, fuck boy, get your ass nice and ready to take my cock. This your first cock boy?" "Fuck you!" "Oh then it is. Well I can tell you that you will certainly love it. By the looks of how good you've been doing on those cocks, you're a natural little bukkake boy. You ready to get your virgin hole pumped bukkake boy?" I could only groan out a wince with Derek still fucking my face. Then he motioned for Clark to come over and he did. He grabbed me by my hair and made me look into his eyes. "You like that boy? You like having your boypussy eaten out? Or are you moaning because you've realized how much you enjoy a warm cock down your throat? I'll show you what real manhood feels like" He said it real deep, just like a man. And before I could say anything, he had shoved all 9 of his inches down my throat, further than the other three went and I choked on it. And then I found that I wasn't resisting anymore. In fact, Clark wasn't even forcing my head down on his dick but I was sucking on it myself. "There you go boy, you do like that cock, don't you? Come on, keep going down on it. Just like that, goood boy." "Fuck you!" I didn't hate it, but I still didn't wanna be here. And fuck these guys for making me blow them. I moaned louder than I was before as Daniel worked his tongue around my hole. "You hear that? I think it's time," Joe said and Dan positioned himself behind me and spit on his cock. "Take off his shirt." And they stripped me of my shirt and took the rest of their clothes of as well. "Time for the real fun to start." "Fuck you guys! My ass isn't gonna be fucked!" I struggled, but I was pinned down and Dan thrust in the head of his penis. "FUUUCK!" was all I could say while Dan was inserting his entire 7 inches into my ass. It hurt so fucking bad but the rest of them were holding me down so I couldn't leave. Once Joe was all the way in he left it and started to wriggle around, stretching it for more. "Fuuuuckk me!" I groaned out in pain. Not because I wanted them to, but because I was helpless. "That's what we're doing boy! Now shut up and suck my cock. I want you to do it all on your own, no help from me." And all I could do was obey. So I put Joe's dick in my mouth while Dan was pounding my ass. "Oh yeah boy, down the shaft. Damn you're milking my cock so good." I was still groaning out, but with each thrust the sound came out as moans and then Joe's dick in my mouth also muffled my cries. "Fuuuck! Hear that moaning? Bitch boy loves the cock. You like that cock bitch boy!? Tell me you like that cock." "No!" "Tell me you like that cock!" And Joe slapped my face while I was still sucking his cock down my throat. "Tell me!" And he slapped me again, Dan took the cue and slapped my ass while he was fucking me. "You want that again?!" "No! Fuuuck.. I like that cock." "Whaaat?" "I like that cock!" Fuck so humiliating! But I had to admit that this wasn't as bad as it seemed as first. The cock hurt at first, but the pain actually turned into pleasure and my moans became more frequent. Dan was still pounding at my ass, bringing his cock all the way out then all the way back in really forcefully. I grunted and screamed. "Hell yeah you do! Like that cock boy?" "Yeah, I like it!" And he forced cock down my throat and then let me up for air. "Come on boy, tell me how much you want it!" "Give it to me!" The more he made me say it, the more I actually started to believe it. He pulled me down on his dick again and Dan was pounding my ass harder than we was before. "Oh come on boy, tell me how much you want it!" "Give me your cocks! Pound my ass!" And Dan started to fuck my ass harder still. Joe started to fuck my face too. "Yeah, this what you want boy?" And the two of them were both fucking me as hard as they could. One on each end, rhythmically pounding me into each other's cocks. "Bust your loads." I head a deep voice say. I almost forgot Clark and Derek were in the room. And he just told them to bust their loads. "Yeah, you want us to bust our loads boy?" said Joe. And Dan kept on slamming his cock into my ass. "Mmmnmm." I couldn't say much without muffling, but I groaned out a no. "What was that?" and then I got more slaps to both my ass and my face. "Mmmnmmmm." And Dan started spanking my ass more while fucking me, I surprised myself when I gave out a little moan. And he took that to do it some more and so he spanked me repeatedly while giving my ass all he can give. Joe smacked my face. "I'm sorry one more time." And he took my head off his cock and looked at me. "Yes, please bust your loads." He smiled and inserted his cock into my mouth once again. "No don't!." "Doesn't matter bitch, it's happening." I tried to wriggle free, but the two of them started to pound my ass and mouth once again rhythmically until they were both close to climaxing. "That's a good boy! You're our little bitch now. Look who's fucking who raw! Bet your girlfriend doesn't know that you can take a mean cock. Let's show her!" And Clark took my phone off the floor and started to take a video. "Let's show her how much her bitch boyfriend loves to get fucked like a little slut." My humiliation reached a max as I was helpless about the entire situation. Both my ass and my face were being fucked and it was all being recorded. And I could do nothing. "Oh yeah, come on bukkake boy, are you ready?! Are you ready to be seeded for the first time. You ain't no virgin bitch boy now. Fuuuuck!" Both Dan and Joe started pumping their dicks violently and I could feel them both tense up. I started screaming out moans as they were both pounding into me as hard as they could. And suddenly I felt waves of cum being squirted into both my ass and down my throat as the two of these men rammed them both in as far as they could. I could do nothing but swallow Joe's load as he kept his hand firmly around my head until it was all down my throat and Dan pumped a few extra times using his own cum as lube. "That's a good boy. You learned to take those dicks pretty well." Dan pushed his dick in one last time and then took it out and gave my ass a squeeze. "Fuuuck man, nice little virgin hole. Well, not anymore." And he smirked at Joe and the two of them laughed together. "You enjoy yourself?" "FUCK NO!" I told them. I did mean it, but some part of me felt aroused. "Really? Looks like you enjoyed it." And Clark motioned towards a pool of cum from underneath me. "The lad came at the same time as you two did. Something about being a little bitch getting fucked by real men turn you on boy? Don't even have to answer, that little pool of cum underneath you already tells us. Yeahhh. You loved having Joe's cum being shot down your throat didn't you? Or was it Dan's up your ass? I bet it was both. You just loved being filled up like a little cumslut. It's okay, you can admit it." "I'm not admitting anything! This is all gay shit and I didn't fucking like any of it!" I lied. I mean, I meant what I was saying. But even I couldn't deny that there was a pool of cum below the very spot where I was being spitroasted. "Then I guess we're not done with you just yet. 7:39 "What do you mean we aren't done yet?" I looked up, already feeling drained from what just happened. I burped and a little cum leaked out of my mouth. As if I wasn't humiliated enough. "OOOH Did you get that on camera?" Derek asked Clark. I forgot that they were recording this too. Damn, they were just bent on humiliating me. "Hell yeah I got it on camera. We really want to prove to his girlfriend how much of a cockwhore her little boyfriend really is. You hear that? Come on, tell the camera what you are." Clark was encouraging me to lower myself even more. "Fuck this shit man! I'm not fucking gay!" "Then what about that cumshot bitch? You fucking spooged because both of your holes were being used as a cum dump. You even have some leaking out of your ass now." Clark was talking to both me and the phone, making sure everything was being recorded for the sole purpose of making sure I was as demeaned as possible. "Come on, you came into the house wanting a raw fuck and we're giving it to you. Treating you like you treat all your girlfriends. Tell me, do they complain as much as you? Do you're bitches cry out while you're fucking them?" "Fuck no, my bitches are always craving my cock. And fuck you guys!" "We just were fucking you. And since it appears that a bitches job is to crave cock. Looks like you have some more work ahead of you. You just haven't been broken in enough, you'll turn around. Just wait and see." Clark told me as he grabbed his crotch in his hand. "Walk over to me, get down on your knees and take my manhood into your mouth. Don't complain." I only stared at him for a few seconds thinking about what to say. But the situation was still hopeless, so I did as he told me. I talked towards him. He was looking into my eyes as I did so and all I could see was lust. This man had a lot more planned for me tonight. I got on my knees with my eyes still focused on his. I kneeled there still for seconds longer before I opened my mouth and began to wrap my lips around the head of his 9 inch penis. But before I could go down on it more, he pulled it out. "What the hell man?!" And he slapped me in the face. "I said not to complain. Now work for my cock." And I listened to him again. I wrapped my lips around his head, and he pulled it out again. I looked at him and went for it again, and he pulled out again. "That's right boy. You want that cock you have to work for that cock. Come on, go down on it." And he was still pulling away every time I tried to wrap my lips around it. "Dude, come on!" I was getting beyond frustrated. I didn't wanna be doing it, but since he was making me and not letting me, I was particularly annoyed. "Come on what? What is it you want from me boy?" Oh that's what he wants. "I'm not gonna beg for your cock." I said defiantly. And as expected, another slap to the face. "You will if you don't want it tearing up that cute little ass of yours." Clark made a good point and so once again, I was forced to obey him. "Fuck- come on, give me that cock. I need to suck on that dick." And this time when I went down on it, I was allowed to take it all the way in. I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride at finally getting it into my mouth. That's a little weird but feeling that of pride made me work harder on the cock than I had before. I was sucking on Clark's dick and actually having some fun with how warm it felt down my throat. I started to work it faster, enjoying the feeling even more every time I felt his cock ram the back of my throat. I was also aiming to fit as much of it in as I can. "That's right boy, now you see what I mean. You were born to suck a dick. I bet Jessica didn't know you were this good. Tell Jessica that you want my cock straight boy." "Mmm," I didn't wanna say anything at all or even remember that all of this was being recorded. He smacked my face. "I want his cock Jessica," I muffled out looking at the camera but wasn't really understandable with Clark's 9 incher down my throat. He caught on so he took his cock out for a second and motioned the camera towards me. "I want his cock so bad Jessica. I love having it down my throat." "Then keep milking me boy. Go down on it." And he grabbed my head and starting facefucking me for a little boy. "Come on little faggot! That's right, milk my cock!" That only lasted until I had to come up for air, and then he let me go, but this time I went for his cock on my own. "That's right little slut." And I caught myself by surprise with a moan. "Hear that boys? He's close. Isn't that right? Want us to fuck that tight little ass of yours again?" "No, please don't! I thought you said if I did this you wouldn't do that again." "That was true then, but bitches don't get to negotiate. And what'd I tell you earlier tonight?" I just looked at him. "That you're our bitch tonight. You do what we say when we want you to. I told you Andy, I could tell from the way you looked at us earlier that you wanted to be our bitch boy. You wanted us to completely use and take your body however we wanted to. You already have two loads in you, now it's time for more. Do you understand me?" I merely whimpered and then nodded. "Tell everyone on camera what you want. Give this message to your mom, tell your mom what's about to happen." "Hey Mom," I said hesitantly. "Uh- I'm about to be fucked." "Come on, give her the details. Tell her how much you love it." "I've already been fucked tonight and I've had four cocks down my throat. One shot his load down my throat and one shot his as deep in my ass as he could. I think they're about to do it again." "Hell yeah we are! Tell her how you like it!" "I really like it Mom, the way they fill me up. I can feel their masculinity and their manhood just feels so good to have inside me. The feeling of cock down my throat was actually nice and I can still taste the warm cum I swallowed." Like before, the more I say this stuff, the more I actually convince myself I believe it. "Turn around, show her your ass." "This is what Dan did to me." I bent over and showed the camera my ass. It was tight again, but had dried up cum running down the leg. "He fucked my ass good and bred me. I can't wait until they give me more." "That's good boy. Now come back over here and continue to suck my dick. Watch this video." I listened to Clark and took his 9 inches in my mouth once again. I worked down the shaft with my tongue and found that I did in fact enjoy sucking on this man's penis. He turned the camera off and went into the videos. He started playing the video where Dan and Joe were fucking me together in unison. Seeing the video while sucking on a cock aroused me and I felt my own dick get hard again. I was watching myself getting bounced off of two cocks in both ends. One right into another. Seeing myself like that, I wasn't bad to look at at all, and the two cocks I was remembering, I moaned out a little more. I began to suck more rigorously. Watching the video and sucking the cock. I was getting more aroused every second. "Tell me what you want. All you need to do is ask." "No.." I could only say faintly. While I was repulsed with myself for actually enjoying blowing Clark, I was even more repulsed with the fact that I actually did want to get fucked again. ~"Oh yeah, come on bukkake boy, are you ready?!~ the part in the video where Dan and Joe both came was coming up." "What was that?" "Nooo.." I whispered this time, coming closer and closer to giving in. ~Are you ready to be seeded for the first time. You ain't no virgin bitch boy now. Fuuuuck!~ I was now watching and remembering these two guys fuck me and the way their cum felt shooting down my throat and into my ass. I also saw cum shoot out of me onscreen at the same time. All three of us cumming at the same time. I moaned, surprised about what I was about to say. 8:00 "Hold on let me switch back to the camera. Go on, say whatever it is your want to say." "Please fuck me." I whimpered, putting the cock back into my mouth afterwards for a reason not to repeat myself. "Say it a little louder, so the camera picks it up." Damn you Clark. "I want to get fucked again." I said a little louder. "How do you want it?" This was hard enough to admit, but he really wasn't gonna stop. "I want it just like last time." I wasn't lying now. "Yeah, well then get ready bitch." Clark motioned for Derek to get behind me. "You haven't fucked our slut yet, you can have the honor." And Derek smacked my ass. "You ready for this one slut?" Truth is I was very nervous, but I was ready. It started to feel good when Dan was fucking me, so this might work out. "Yes, please fuck me." "Call me Sir!" "Please fuck me Sir!" And he shoved his cock into my ass. He was about halfway in when he stopped and started to go slower. He was certainly bigger than Dan. Derek had an 8 inch thick cock. He started to motion back and forth and fucked me deeper with each thrust. "Oh yeah boy, just like that. Let's ease it in, we'll get to the real fun." And he kept easing it into my ass. I was whimpering out in both pain and pleasure when Clark grabbed a hold of my head. "All of a sudden you forget you had a job." And he shoved his dick back into my mouth. Derek had all 8 inches inside me and picked up the pace when Clark started facefucking me."Yeah this is what you wanted. You saw that video with you getting used like a fucktoy and you just loved it. You realizing now boy?" "Mmmhmm." I muffled as the two of them worked me over. Derek pushed on my back and arched my back more as he continued to slam into me. Each time his balls making a louder slapping noise against mine. "Tell me how much you want it." "Mmmmmm" And the two of them picked up the pace. I still felt humiliated. Humiliated that my body betrayed me and gave into these four men. I felt my body turning over and now I was on my back, and the two of them entered me again. Derek's dick went even deeper into my ass while Clark was holding my legs back and fucking my face. I couldn't do much but squeal about how they using me. "Little fucktoy getting worked over. That right? We're gonna give you what you want don't worry. We're even fucking you raw still, just the way you like it." Derek started pounding into my ass really hard. Clark took his penis out, and Dan's penis replaced it. Dan was apparently back in the game and ready to play again. I took Dan's penis as Derek's was still pumping into me. "OOooo fuck, I'm gonna bust. I'm gonna bust my nut. Where do you want me to cum bukkake boy?" "Cum into my ass!" I didn't know where it came from, but I just agreed to be seeded by this man. "Cum into my ass what?" "Cum into my ass Sir!" "Fuck yeah, you ready? You ready? Make sure you get this on camera!" And he kept pounding relentlessly. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" And I felt him jerk during his last thrusts that told me he had just planted his seed deep inside me. "That feel good?" "Yeah that felt amazing!" There was no point in hiding it now. I was enjoying myself and these guys knew it. Dan took the news well and started to fuck my face while Joe got ready to fuck my hole. "What about you?" I asked Clark. "I'll get my turn. I don't think you understand that this night is far from over." Clark told me before he left the room. Joe entered his cock into my ass and my eyes rolled back.There was no longer any pain when he penetrated me, only pleasure. And while I was wondering where Clark went off to, I was also too lost whimpering as the two of them took turns fucking my two holes. Joe's dick dug into my ass as Dan was pulled his dick out of my mouth. Then Dan went deep down my throat as Joe pulled his dick out of my ass. And this went on for who knows how long. Clark was still out of the room and Derek was recording the whole thing on my phone. I was still hard, but Derek slapped my hand away every time I went to play with my dick. Pretty soon Dan started to tense up and soon after that he shot his load of cum onto my face, and then rubbed around my lips like lipstick and put it in my mouth again. "Clean my cock boy." And I began to lick all of the cum off his cock and into my mouth. Joe was getting excited watching this and kept pounding my ass. "Now swallow boy." I did as I was told. Since this was the second time Dan came, this load was smaller, but I still had to gulp to take the load down my throat. Clark came back into the room with a sly smirk on his face. Joe was now so excited that I felt like I was gonna cum from being fucked alone. But before I got the chance, he pounded me with the third load I'd received that night. In my ass anyway, ass - 3, throat - 2. "Good, made it just in time. How you holding up bukkake boy?' Clark said, looking at me while I was trying to regain my footing. "I'm holding up just fine." "You like it yet?" "I'm getting used to it. There's a difference." "Well let's see if we can still change that." And with that, 5 other guys walked into the lounge. All of them with a look of lust in their eyes. 9:26 "What the hell is this?" It was one thing being used by the 4 guys already here. At least three of them had already used me and it felt close to being over. "I told you you're night wasn't even close to being over. I called over 5 more guys to come and use your hole. What's a little cockpig without a bunch of cock?" Clark was saying this to me with a smile on his face. The other guys started to laugh with him at me, some removed their clothing. "Now come on, you know what we want by now." "Fuck this, I've had enough!" I know there's no wait out of this predicament. If the four guys overpowered me, there was no way I was getting out now. "I wanna go home." "But you're just getting good at taking our cock, pig. Weren't you just moaning out for more of theirs?" And he motioned towards Joe, Derek and Dan. "Yeah, you were just screaming out for them to fuck you. You even cleaned all the cum of Dan's dick and swallowed it all. Would you like to see the footage?" They all laughed again. "Fuck you! You guys are making me do this!" I was trying to plead my case, but it was futile. I know that they were making me do this stuff, deep down I know that's the truth. But those some of those sounds I was making were real. I was enjoying it. But there's no way I was gonna admit it. "No way I'm gonna admit it! I'm not your little cockpig. I'm your straight victim!" "Oh now that's just not true. Here, I'll prove it. Walk on over here and start sucking on some cock, stop complaining about it." There was still nothing I could do except listen. So I walked over to the group of now 9 guys and got on my knees. "That's a good little straight boy." He put air quotes around the word straight, bastard. "Now what is it you want?" "Who wants to get their cock sucked first?" And then I looked around and got a view of all of the cocks in the room now. Three of the guys were around 7 inches and one of them was also uncut. Another guy was 8 inches, and then there was a monster cock that looked just around 11 inches. Thankfully he wasn't the one that approached my head first. I dreaded the time where he would step forward. One of the guys with a 7 inch cock took my head first and forced it down my throat. "You were right Clark, this boy really knows how to take one down the throat. Where'd you find him?" Mystery man #1 said. He looked like he was in his 40s, but he was in really good shape. Even as a straight guy, you could tell he was considered attractive. "He came to us Greg. He just wondered into the house three hours ago begging to be fucked," Clark smirked at me as he said that, "All we could do was oblige. But now that he's broken in. There's no need to have one end unoccupied. Get in there Les! Fuck his raw boy ass!" Another of the men with 7 inches stepped forward and kneeled down behind me. It wasn't long until he was fully in my ass. He fucked me slower than the others did and I was really grateful about that. Greg on the otherhand loved spitting on my face as I sucked him off. He'd spit on me and then rub it all over. There was nothing I could about what was happening, so all I could try was to get through it. "Come on Les! Let's give this boy what he came here for!" And just like that, they both picked up speed. This was the third time tonight that I was being fucked like a dog, or a bitch as they kept saying. "See Andy? Fucked like a bitch. You like it now, don't you?" Clark was the most vocal men of the group. He got off on seeing me like this, cock in both end and me unable to do anything about it. He was trying to get me to admit that I like cock. I couldn't admit that. "Oh fuuuck yeah I do. Pound my ass Les! Pound it harder!" Les started ramming into me harder and Greg's dick was replaced with another. 8 inches found their way to my mouth and remained still in front of me. He was waiting for me to come to it. I wrapped my lips around his head and he caressed my face. I worked his cock slowly up and down the shaft. Clark referred to this man as Damon. "Hellll yeah, make love to that cock!" Damon didn't want to facefuck me, he wanted me to suck his cock like I loved him. So I continued to work it as slow as I could as my ass was getting pounded raw by Les. I was grunting and moaning because by now my ass was able to take the cocks a little easier. It certainly wasn't the worst. Les also spanked me quite a few times, something I surprisingly found that I enjoyed. I always spanked Hannah as I fucked her, and I never saw what she enjoyed about it until now. He spanked my ass again and this time I moaned really loud, which encouraged him to pick up speed. My moan also seemed to get Damon close. "Oh ooh ooohhhhh fuckkk boyyy! Swallow that load!" And I didn't take my head off his cock as he exploded his cum into my mouth. There was too much of it and I had to spit some out. Which didn't seem to please some of the other guys. Clark started to groan. And Les kept on fucking me. "Fuck! You were supposed to swallow that entire load bitch. You know what happens now?" I looked around and noticed that there were less guys in the room. Looks like Joe and Derek both left, I guess the both of them already got their full. Or rather, their release. Damon was also getting dressed and gave Dan a shake as he was walked out. He turned and nodded to me appreciatively before he was out of site. Now there were still 6 guys here. "Fuuuuck meee," I grunted as Les kept on pushing his cock in and out of my ass, "what happens?" The guy with the 7 inch uncut cock walked forward at the same as the guy with the monster cock. "You get to please both of these cocks at the same time. You hear that boy? Sucking both cocks while getting fucked by another. That's three cocks inside of you, you think you can handle that?" I grunted as the uncut guy pressed his cock into my mouth. "Hold on there James, you should all switch position." Les pulled out while they repositioned. He laid on the ground and they told me to ride it "Fuck this, I don't wanna ride on that." Riding on it would give me control over something for the first time all night, but it would also give an indication on whether or not I was actually enjoying it all. "You will do it bukkake boy." And Clark stared at me intensely which led me to crouch over Les' body and settle down on his cock. It was a different feeling than being pounded on my knees. It felt like it was in deeper though too, but in a different way. I kept my eyes averted from Clark as I started to move up and down the shaft. James grabbed my face and pulled me toward his cock. I wasn't sure how to handle riding a cock and sucking on one but I knew I had no choice but to try. And before I knew it, I was doing both successfully. The guy with the monster cock was referred to by Dan as Kent. And Kent moved his cock closer to my face as well, only stroking it. Les kept still while I rode on his member, but after awhile he started gyrating his hips upward fast. I stood still and moved on over to Kent's cock and tried to fit the 11 inches in my mouth. I could hardly get halfway down on it. Les told me he was about to cum, which released something in me. I started to bounce back against him as he slammed into me upwards. "Give me your cum! Fuck my ass full of your seed!" And just like that Les squirted load after load into my ass. "You seemed to like that straight boy," he was teasing me, "you took that two-week load like a champ and he positioned me so he could remove his cock and himself from beneath me. As soon as it was out, I felt my ass oozing cum. I felt so dirty, but I couldn't help being aroused. It certainly didn't help that they were still not allowing me to cum and that Dan was now the official videographer for the evening. "Since you liked it so much Andy, why keep it empty?" And Clark pat me on the head as they put me onto the couch instead of the hard floor. I was put on my back over the arm rail and Greg took up the mount. To keep my from falling off, Kent took up the other side so I'd remain sturdy. Greg started to fuck my ass with his 7 inches and Kent was slowly working his monster into my throat. "Yeah that's right boy, open your fucking throat." Clark was grabbing my face and opening my jaw wider so that Kent could put his 11 inches even deeper. Every time I choked or needed some air, they would give me a very brief break before setting me to work again. They kept encouraging me to open up my throat so it'd be easier to fuck and pretty soon it felt like I had the majority of Kent's cock down my throat. He began to fuck my face gently, letting me adjust to his size. Greg was still fucking my ass and occasionally stroked my cock as he did so. So many times I got close to cumming, but he'd always release it before I got the chance. I was still feeling a little betrayed by my body for liking everything that was happening, and that feeling grew every time I felt my hand trying to stroke my cock as this was all happening. It didn't matter though as it was slapped away every time it got close. "No cumming for you bukkake boy! You're night still isn't over." Clark kept telling me this and every time he said it I believed him more. I'm already carrying four loads in my ass and I'm sure another one's gonna get fucked out of James any second now. My mouth has been filled three times too, and Kent was sure to fuck another one even deeper than the rest went. "There's still a few things we oughta try out." I started groaning and Kent took his cock out of my mouth to let me say whatever I was trying to say. "Fuck man, haven't you given me enough." I was already feeling drained and filled with 8 loads, I don't know how much more I could take. "I don't believe you fully appreciate it yet." I started to moan as Greg kept thrusting into my ass. "See uhh uh, I do uhh enjoy it." "Then shut up and keep proving it." And he motioned for Kent to ram his entire 11 inches down my throat. I choked and started to tear up some more while Greg started pounding my ass relentlessly. "You getting all of this Dan?" "Hell yeah, recording this slut on his own phone. Can't wait to press the send button." I started to worry and could only groan out my misery about that as the two cocks kept me penetrated. "What was that slut? Don't you want everyone to know what you've been turned into?" I grunted some more as Greg picked up the pace. "Oh hell yeah bitch, keep on making noises," I did as he said because my body was still betraying me. I couldn't help but make noises as the both of their cocks were burying themselves into my body. And with Kent's monster, the only noises I could make were moans. "Yeah just like that bitchhh.. just like that.. yeah let me milk my cock boy.. take my load..ahh..AAHHHH!!" His last thrusts were powerful and I felt his cum squirt deep into my ass. Fifth load. I felt another warmness his my chest moments after. James had been stroking his cock over my body as Kent and Greg worked me over. Apparently he had cum seeing Greg shoot his load into me. Greg finished up by licking some of the cum that was leaking out of my ass and swallowing it. James smeared his cum all around my chest and put some onto my face too. "You have that feeling yet boy? You enjoying being seeded by some men." Clark had that same smirk he's been giving me all night. Kent took his cock out of my mouth to let me reply. Greg and James put on their clothes to leave and Les still undressed and with Dan watching the phone. It was back to only being four guys and me. "Fuuuck, I don't know what to say." It was the truth. There was the part of me that was still completely revulsed with all that was going on tonight, but then there was that part of me that moaned while my holes were being stuffed. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you." And Clark looked at me in a way I hadn't seen yet. It was like he knew exactly what I was conflicted about. Clark had been one of the only ones that didn't fuck me, and he had what would be the biggest dick I'd take in the ass all night. At least it wasn't Kent who wanted me. He seemed satiated with fucking my face. I only had a few seconds to think about what I was going to say. 10:49 "I don't want you to fuck me!" I said exasperated. I actually did kind of want him to fuck me, but I couldn't forget everything he's done all night. "You've been taking advantage of me all night and I just want to go home!" "Fine, I won't fuck you. Come on Les, you ready to fuck him again?" Clark motioned to Les who perked up and headed right on over. "Hell fucking yeah, this is the finest boy pussy I've ever had the pleasure of taking." And he smacked my ass. "You're still making me do this?" I said pleadingly. They moved me to doggy style position again. Kent in front of me and Les behind me. Les was working my hole with his fingers, using the loads already inside of me as lube. I was moaning as he did so. Kent was also pushing his cock against my lips, but not entering my mouth, only just touching it against my tongue. "Actually no, you're free to go if you'd like." Les slowly entered the head of his cock into my ass but didn't push it any farther than that. He motioned it back and forth very slowly, making sure to keep only the head in. I didn't believe them. But the way the two of them were teasing my holes, I wasn't sure I wanted to call their bluff. Would they actually let me go? Kent stuck the head of his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and barely brushed my tongue on it before he pulled it back out. They were teasing me. "I don't believe you." I moaned out softly, sucking on Kent's head. Instead of making the choice, I figured I'd keep them talking and see what happened. "You don't have to believe us." Clark said. The both of them thrusted there heads in and out a little faster and then shoved a little more of their cocks in gently before they pulled them out completely. "You're free to go right now." And the two of them started to walk away from me. "WAIT!" Fuck, I had my out and I didn't take it. "Wait for what?" Clark said, his smirk returning. "I do want you to fuck me." I said, finally allowing myself to accept what was happening. "I won't complain anymore and I'll take whatever it is you give out." All of the cocks in the room twitched with excitement, including my own. 10:59 "That's right, tell it to the camera boy!" And Dan got closer to me, his cock upright. "I want to be fucked." "What else boy?" "I want to suck on some more dick." "Hell yeah boy, suck on some of my cock." I had already taken two of Dan's loads earlier, but if he was ready to shoot out another one, I guess I agreed to let him. I moved down on his cock and he put the camera right in front of my face. I've seen this in porn many of times, the POV shot. Thinking about the POV porn I've watched aroused me and I started to work on his cock more. Lathering it up with spit and fucking my own face with it. "Hell yeah boy, work it! Come on Les! Come fuck this boy's little ass." And Les motioned behind me and inserted his head into my ass again. He still teased it with only the head while I was moaning and working on Dan's cock. He was still teasing after a couple minutes and I started to push back onto it. "Hell yeah boy, fuck your own ass. Take what you want from me." And these words inspired me to bounce back onto his cock and ride it on me knees. I told them that I was done complaining about the situation and it was right now that I decided I really wouldn't. I was bouncing back on his still cock, fucking my own ass as hard as I wanted to while also going down on Dan's shaft. "Mmm keep going, keep fucking me just like that." I felt a rejuvenated rush as I decided to enjoy this rather than fight against it. "Keep fucking yourself just like that boy, you're doing a fine job." Dan passed the phone to Les, who got some POV shots of him fucking my ass. And then they passed the phone to Clark who recorded them plowing me together. "Since you like fucking yourself so much, why don't we switch positions?" They moved me into a squatting position again. As soon as Les was positioned I sat on his cock going straight down to the base. I started to bounce up and down and for one of the few moments of the night, I didn't have any cock in my mouth at the same time. I was facing Clark, Kent and Dan while Les was watching my ass bounce up and down his cock. "Oh keep fucking me. Fucking ram my ass." I was getting more into the spirit as I rode Les' cock. I looked at the other three and they were just watching and recording and smirking. "Yeah what is it you want boy?" I felt him start to tense up as I continued to move up and down his cock. "You want his cum boy? You want him to plant another load into your tight ass?" Clark said to me, still with that smirk. "Or have we shown you enough?" "Yes! Fuck yes, fuuuuck me." My cock was rock hard bouncing up and down as I took Les' cock over and over again, still unable to touch it. "Shoot your load into my tight ass." "You're tight what?" Les asked as he took over the motions. "My tight ass, fuck my ass deep." I was squatting over and getting my ass plowed by Les' 7 inches. "You a cumslut now boy?" Clark said, still encouraging me to want more."You want another load?" "Yes! Fuck another load into me. Plow it deep into my ass to join the others." "Fuuuck yeahhh boy! Plowing into your sweet little boy pussy. Your cunt! Take my seed, take my seed, TAAAAAKE MY SEEEeeeed." He kept his cock in my ass and we moved together back to doggystyle. "Now don't you let any of that cum seep out of your ass, you hear me!?" He took his dick out and a little cum came out with it. He smacked my ass the hardest it's been smacked all night. "WHAT'D I SAY?!" I couldn't help it, some more came out as my body reacted to the ass slap. He smacked it again, "That's it boy." I was expecting another slap, but instead he started to lick my ass clean. It surprised me but my body enjoyed it. I was moaning out while he rimmed my hole. "Hell yeah, eat that ass." "Eat that boy pussy." I heard Clark say with his deep voice. "Hell yeah, eat my sweet little boy pussy. That feels soo goood." And my back was arching itself to let him reach even deeper with his tongue. After a few minutes of this he retracted his face and came around to the front of me. "Open your mouth boy." Clark told me, something about his deep commanding voice made me not want to disappoint him. So I opened my mouth, which was immediately filled with cum. "MMmmMmM!" I was surprised by the sudden gush of cum that filled my mouth. That's what Les was doing down there. He was getting as much cum out of my ass as he could and now he spit it into my mouth. He held my mouth closed and told me I was to swallow it or pay the price. Clark had the phone right in front of my face, waiting for me to swallow the used load I'd just been given. My mouth was so full and there was so much to swallow that I couldn't take it all in one gulp. It took three gulps until all the cum and spit was down my throat. "Hell yeah, great money shot right there. Proves this little slut loves milking cock for cum. Isn't that right?" Clark knew exactly how to tease me and make me feel used. "Little cum slut knows what it's like being used like a bitch now. Teach him what he's been giving his girls. Now he's our little girl. Told you I knew you wanted this when you walked in. Only a matter of time before you realized it too." He was right, on some level I did enjoy being treated like a bitch and used. But I still didn't forget what he'd done. "That's something I never wanted to know about myself!" "But now you do realize, don't you? How many loads have you taken tonight?" "Six in my ass and three in my mouth, fuck, more than three in my mouth if you count what he just did." Dan and Les high-fived each other, Kent smiled and Clark spoke again. "And how are you liking it?" I stammered over my words for a second, thinking about what to say next. "You can admit it now. We've all been here watching you take them over and over again. We've seen you scream out for more and try and touch yourself and fuck yourself." I was still at a loss for words, trying to think of anything to say, but he was right. "Got you fucked good and raw, just like you're always fucking those bitches. Just like you were planning on fucking Jessica tonight. But no, turns out you were the little bitch." I was taken back by this, and I stammered over my words before I finally found the right ones. "At least I never needed 8 other guys to fuck my girls like bitches." And that caused a sudden change in him. He walked over to me and stood over me looking into my eyes. "I don't need 8 guys to help me fuck you, they were just here for the fun of using you for the first time. Get your holes nice and prepared for me to use. Now I'm gonna ask you something I've asked you once already, do you want me to fuck you?" Midnight I glared at him for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Good, now that you've agreed that you're the bitch, you get to pick how I take your cum filled ass." I actually felt honored. I was being given a choice. Hmm already been fucked on my back, I rode a cock and I was fucked like a dog. I was trying to think of any other ways that might be fun. "I want to suck on your cock some more first." He smiled and nodded. I knelt down and took his 9 inches in my mouth. I had sucked on his cock for a little earlier, but I didn't fully realize that he was uncut until now. I started playing his his foreskin, which made him groan. I kept up on that for a few more minutes, while also remembering to lick the tip and go down on it every so often. Les left while I was working on Clark's cock. "GGOOODDD I can't wait to fuck that ass. Been watching you turn into a fucktoy all night and now that you are, I'm good and ready to take your once virgin ass." Now that I agreed not to complain anymore and let my body fulfill its twisted fantasy, I was more keen to feel my ass fill up with another cock. I took his uncut cock out of my mouth, making sure to lick the foreskin once more and locked our eyes. "I'm ready for you to fuck me now." "Hell yeah boy, eager little fucktoy. How do you want it?" "I wanna be bent over again, taken like a bitch dog." "Fuck yeah, I can help you with that." And just like that, I was pushed down to my knees. "You ready for this cock boy!?" "Hell yeeeeaaahhhhh!!" He inserted his 9 inch dick into my ass as I was agreeing, causing me to moan my pleasure out loud. Once he was fully in he started to pump my ass. It was the biggest and thickest one I had to take that night, but he didn't care. He shoved it in over and over again and all I could do was keep moaning. "Yeeaaahh boy, nice and raw, just like you like it. You're beautiful ass looks so fucking good bouncing.. off.. my.. dick....!" And he pressed into my ass harder with each word. "Come on boy, scream for my cock!" "Keep fucking me! Uh uh, UHH, yeah harder. FFuuuckk! Just like that." Every time his balls hit mine my cock got closer to exploding. "You still straight, boy?" I answered honestly, this was a one night thing, no matter how fucking great it was making me feel. "Yeah, I'm a straaight uh.. boy..!" He pressed into me harder, making even me doubt what I was saying. "Fucking the straight boy raw! You sure do love dick now straight boy. Look at you! Backing your own ass off my dick. You're not a straight boy anymore fucking faggot. You're a cockslut!" "Mmmm Uh uh!" He was still pounding into my ass so hard. It was hard for me to speak all I muster up was grunts and moans. "You're tight little fuckholes filled up with cum and you're asking for more. Damn, ass used for hours and still as tight ever! Tell me you're a fag faggot." "Mmmm mmm uhh!" His 9 inches still ramming into me, I couldn't say much else. "Tell me faggot! Tell me what you like! What you've become." He kept fucking me harder. "Mmmmmmm mm mm uh uh UUHHH!" Still all I could do was grunt and moan. Geez this was the hardest and deepest fuck all night. "F-f-f-ffffffuuuuuuuckkkkkk me! Fuck me in my faggot ass!" "Get that on camera Dan?!" He relented a little bit on the ramming and was inserting his dick into my ass slowly. It was a great change of pace. "Hell yeah, got that on camera." He was circling the room recording me getting fucked from every angle. Right in front of my face now. "You have become a little slut, haven't you?" "Yes, yesssss uh, I hhaaaave UHH!" I spoke to the camera and Clark was still slowly taking his dick out, except now pounding it back in. "And what else do you want?" Phone still in my face while I'm getting fucked. "Uhh uhhhh!" I couldn't talk to the phone without moaning. "I want you to fill my ass with your cum Clark!" "Hell yeah, breed your hole boy. I can do that for you." He picked up the pace. "Get over here Kent, shove your dick into his mouth. Shut him up while I finish into his fuckhole." Kent walked over. His cock was only a few inches away from my face and I dove forward a little for his 11 inch monster. I took in as much as I could, which was difficult since my jaw was hurting a little now. "Hell yeah bitch! Tell me you like it!" "Fuckkkkk meeee, I want your cocks. I want your cocks so bad. Keep fucking me just like this." This was the same position I was fucked in the first time when Dan and Joe worked together to seed me. The first time I came, only time. "Breed my hole! Fill me up! Both of you!" "That's the spirit boy!" Clark took his dick out of my ass, leaving me only sucking on Kent's. "Beg for it!" "Fuck, don't stop fucking me!" My ass felt empty. "Come on, it's now so bad now." I backed up against it and he pulled away. I let out a moan of disappointment. "So you need to be seeded now bitch? He shoved it in once and pulled it back out. "UUUHH! FFFUUUCK YES I need to be seeded. Breed my hole Clark!" "Ffffuck yes! Breed your faggot ass!" He pumped into me again. "Yes! Breed my faggot ass!" I reached for my cock to stroke as he began to fuck me again, still sucking on Kent's cock too. "Ah ah ahhh, none of that "straight boy."" Dammit, still not allowed to cum. "No stroking, you're not getting off just yet. Still more to do bitch!" Clark said and his pace picked up. These were the last two guys, I moaned at what he said wondering what else he could have left for me. "Fuck I'm close. How's that mouth doing for you Kent?" "Aaah just fine." I worked his cock slowly while he kept digging it further down my throat. "I've been thinking, you want to help me seed this faggot back here?" He smacked my ass and I moaned. "See? He's up for it." He smiled at Kent who agreed fast and took his mouth out of my mouth. The two of them laid down on the ground and started to do what looked like scissoring. Their two cocks right next to each other, damn they were both so long and so thick. They looked like two water long water bottles next to each other. They stroked the two of them together while I looked at them confused. They looked toward me and gestured towards their cocks. "What the hell am I supposed to do with those?" Kent gestured a sucking cock motion with his hands. "The hell!? That's sick!" Looking at Clark "Come over here now and suck your ass off my cock boy. Clean the cum off it." Dan grabbed my shoulder and pushed me forward reminding me that despite enjoying myself, I was still here because they forced me to enjoy it. I knelt down in front of them, looked at them both in the eyes and started sucking Kent's cock first. His monster had been down my throat so much throughout the night that it had gotten easier to deep throat it. "That's enough boy, clean my cock!" I moved over to work on Clark's dick. It tasted much more like cum than Kent's dick, but that made sense. It tasted completely different and it made me feel dirty. "Good little bitch, clean that shaft." And he shoved it down my throat leaving me to taste it everywhere in my mouth. He fucked my face for a couple minutes until he let me come up. "How do those two cocks look together boy?" "They look like the arms of a thin girl!" "Then try imagine yourself getting fisted by one of your girls when you're sitting on them." He smirked and gave my cheek a light pat. "What!? You're fucking kidding! Those are huge! Too big, I can't take them." I tried backing away, but Dan was there to hold me in place. "Ah ah ah, remember, no more complaining. Just another thing to enlighten you on. You've liked everything else." He had me there. I was perfectly fine to start complaining whenever I wanted to though. These men didn't own my ass. "No fucking way, I'm not yours to just fucking use anymore." I felt a sudden rush of confidence. Only three men here now. "What the fuck did you say to me faggot?" I stood up. "I'm not your faggot and I can't handle those cocks." "Not our faggot? You've been craving our dicks for hours now cumboy." "Fuck that! I'm done with this shit." I turned to walk away but Dan had the phone set down. He grabbed me and pulled me over the two of their cocks. "You're not leaving here until everyone is done using you bukkake boy. Almost there, now saddle up!" And he pushed me down. "Take one cock at first and ease the other one in." "Thanks for the advice." I said back to him resentfully. "Fuck you guys." I started to squat and took Clark's dick first. It went in deeper in this position. Once I got used to it, I picked up the pace of my bouncing. "Hell yeah, back to wanting that cock boy?!" I gotta admit getting fucked sure did feel good. No way I was ready for another cock though. "Baaack to wanting uUH one cock!" "Tells me you're ready for that other one." He lifted me off his cock and they put their cocks together. Dan was there to help me stay stable and to push me down onto them once both their heads were in. "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!" I screamed out in pain as the two of their heads were in. Only their heads. "I can't do this." I was breathing heavily. "They're too big." "Come on boy! Take themmm!" And they were both slowly lifting their hips off the ground. I would've rose with them but Dan was there to make sure I didn't. "Take your first huge cocks!" Clark had been fucking me for awhile, but Kent hadn't done so yet. This was the first time that his 11 inches left my mouth and found their way into my ass. My ass was in agony, but I felt a sense of longing to relieve him of his cum. I stopped struggling as much, but I still grunted and groaned as they worked in. Dan started pushing on me harder and I lost a footing along the way and slipped down to the base of their cocks. "FFFFUUUUCKKK Uhhh uh uuhhhh!" It hurt so much but I couldn't help it. My cock was spurting out the load it had been holding in all night. You would've sworn it was saved up for a month with how big it was. "Hell yeah boy, told you you'd like this!" My cock stayed hard and now the two of them were completely in my ass. Once I regained the footing from my violent orgasm, I started working on stretching my hole so it wouldn't hurt so much. "Yeah boy, take our cocks! Stretch out your hole and milk them good!" It still hurt a lot, but I was powering through the pain. I started bouncing up and down slowly, groaning out. "Damn I missed that cumshot for the video!" Thank god Dan was too busy pushing me down on the dicks that he set the phone down. "Not gonna happen again." Now that I was riding it, he took over the phone. "Hell yeah! Just like that!" Clark was still groaning. "Using your own cum filled hole as lube to fill you up some more. You like this now bukkake?" "Uuuhh, yeaaahh.." I actualy did. I picked up the pace and they were both grunting. Clark and Kent were both pounding into my ass as I was squatting over them. They were in as deep as the both of them could go and the room was filled with the loudest moans of the night. "I'm getting close bukkake! You want my cum!?" Clark said and he picked up his pace. "Not yet!" Kent screamed. "Let's change positions." They moved me so that only Kent was lying down, they positioned me to ride him while facing towards him. I sat down on his cock and it slid in with hardly a problem. "Oh yeah, sit down on that baby. Feel good for you?" His eyes were open and looking at me filled with passion. "Uuuh yeahh.." I stroked his dick with my ass slowly. He pulled my face down near his and started to kiss me. At the same time he picked up his pace and started to pump into me. I was groaning, but our lips touching muffled the noises. He slowed down again. "Uhhh, fuuuckk me just like thaatt.." His 11 inches was going in and out slowly. "Whatever you want baby." He kissed me again as he was slowly pumping my now willing ass. Something about his lips felt right. It was weird. He was wrapping my body up in his strong arms and kissing me passionately. Of all the times I was fucked tonight, this was the first time I didn't feel used. I felt wanted. I realized I hadn't seen much of Kent throughout the night either. Between getting fucked and sucking all those cocks, I didn't get a good look at half of the guys. He was a very masculine man, also very strong. His physique was solid and built. I didn't mind that this man was fucking me. I started to moan out again and then I felt another cock press up against my ass. I was so caught up that I almost forgot Clark was ready to penetrate me again. "Hell yeah, this will be a great shot for his girlfriend to see." Dan was obviously ready for this. Clark eased his head into my ass. It was much easier to take now that I had worked through the pain once before. I didn’t have to bounce as much as I was either because Clark just pumped from behind, rubbing against Kent’s motionless cock and stretching my ass with each thrust. “I dunno Kent, I’m kinda thinking it’s time to load this boy up!” Clark started to growl out his sentences, getting louder and louder. “Alright Clark finish it.” The only motivation he needed. Clark started grinding his dick deeper into my ass. “That’s it baby, take my cum! Take my cum! Been such a good boy you deserve this!” He took me off Kent’s dick and started to bury his into my ass on its own. I was just in doggy over Kent while Clark was fucking me raw, getting ready to unload. Kent was kissing me passionately, wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders and telling me I was doing a great job. It felt really good to hear. *SMACK!* Clark spanked my ass, “I’m cumming baby, I’m gonna cum into your bare ass!” The tempo increased until he started to tense up. “That’s alright baby, just like that. You good and ready, aren’t you.” Kent’s voice was so soothing and soft. He kept kissing me as Clark was going still. “It’s time boy, ready to be bred?! Better be ready, here’s my cCCUMM!” I could feel shot after shot unload from his penis and go deep into my open ass. He pumped a couple times and then just rested it in there for a second. With his cock still in, he leaned over my body and whispered into my ear. “This ass has been so good all fucking night man, my cock’s still resting in there. Raw. A little piece of this ass will always be mine cumdump.” Then he just got off and left. A little anticlimactic, but he was done with me.

For me it has to be the abrupt rude way they first then continue to message you.there is no other group type of peope that are as commonly like thia , it doesnt matter what type of person you are everyone first message people on sites like this in the same way so being a bottom is no excuse to be rude especially considering they are after something off another person. I often make my best effort to get to know the bottom leading up to meeting them as it gives me ideas of what gets their interest or fettish which will be used physically and verbally during play. Anyhow should we class these people as bottoms? there are also subs,slaves,pups and pigs, i tend to class them as chasers as all the others have a certain skill mostly within relationships chasers however do just that seemingly with a haste that means they often dont bother to read profiles correctly or consider a tops may want to ask questions ie why do you want the thing you are chasing me for? or show an intrest in the person they are about to meet and of all thesites im on non of them say im a top in the profiles yet only chasers miss this and rudely message in a demanding way because they are focused on something else they have read and they to have it. So chasers consider taking abit more carefull time in your profile searches and consider that the top may show an interest in you, andjust because the top has the thing you want doesnt make it yours to claim and the person you are seeking it of may have a particular type of person he is interested in giving it to.

im just imagening these whores wearing tampons to prevent leakage...